Las Vegas

The first time I saw this city was in the 50s when my folks took me out to California. I have never felt comfortable in this town. It was/is a carnival of a town but in those days it was a lot smaller than it is today.

I think that everyone should go there at least once and during my life with my first husband, I went there several times. Usually when he wanted to gamble, we would go to South Shore - Tahoe. Then we would camp out and I could take the kids horseback riding or miniature golfing or even swimming while he was in the casinos. I don't gamble. Why? Perhaps because I think I have an addictive personality. When I like doing something, I have trouble stopping. (Hense these stories.) or maybe because when I spend money, I want to have something to take home?

My second husband had never been there before we got married, so the Three Hens and a Rooster went. That is what we called ourselves when Betty, Donna, Vern and I traveled together. Vern loved it and I told the girls that he would take us anywhere as long as we feed him on Milwaukee time. We went to Red Rock Canyon. We went to Boulder Damn. We even got him to stay up late and go to a show one night. I gave the usher a large tip so we ended up close to the front. This was in the 80s.

A few years ago Vern wanted to go back. For the most part I have talked him into gambling in Reno. Reno is a smaller cowboy town that really thinks it is still a town. (Vegas is a carnival.) This time we were on our way to a convention at Palm Springs in California so Vern thought we could fly into Vegas and drive down.

We arrived and took our rental car to the Flamingo Hilton on the strip. Vern is not a patience person so I told him that I would stand in line for our room. I told him to check on me every half hour as the line was very long. I would shove the suitcases along as the line moved. A little over one hour later we had a key to a room on the 11th floor. Together we took our suitcases up.

When we used the room key and opened the door, Vern went right in. I got to the doorsill and something was very wrong. I told Vern that I couldn't stay there, in that room. There was a Banana peeling on the coffee table but it wasn't that. It was something that I didn't understand. He tried to tell me how silly this was but finally called the reservation desk to see if we could change rooms or just have someone clean up the banana peeling. It was way more than that. Next he tried to reason with me. We (I) stood in line for over an hour and we had keys to this room but no matter what he said, it didn't work for me. All the logic in the world wasn't working.

I tried to listen but the heaviness was closing in on me and I just couldn't deal with it. I grabbed my purse and walked out. I left in a run and went down to the street level. It was daytime so I started to walk. I didn't walk on the strip but went behind the casinos to where the real people live with cactus and old cars in their front yards. I walked and walked and walked. I didn't really care where I was walking.

Finally I saw Debbie Reynolds Museum and went in. I looked around and then sat down and had a soda. I called Vern and told him where I was and asked him to bring my suitcase, suggesting that we could stay around here. He came but decided that I was just being hysterical and needed to be fed. He asked me why I was behaving this way? I told him that I didn't understand it either. I really don't like me when I am like this. It was a terrible feeling but I just couldn’t seem to shake it.

Finally we went to a restaurant and ate. Then we walked up the strip, we went into Caesars Palace. I think he was trying to divert my attention. He did some gambling there but I wanted to look at the facade that was created to make the Italian looking street inside the building. I walked into the little shops and looked at the feast of things to purchase. Basically I hate shopping but this was like Christmas with all the artificial lights and glitter.

I guess he thought that it worked because from there we went across the street to our hotel. When it was time to go back to our hotel room, I had seemed to settle down a bit, but as I walked in again, I ridged. Someone had gotten killed or very beat up in this room. There was evil in the air there.

Vern got into bed and I sat in the over-stuffed chair by the wall of windows facing the strip. I finally fell asleep with my clothes on in that chair but not before I was sure this building was going to tip and I was going to go flying out of the window with the chair. I just knew that something was in this room that was not good. If I were afraid of heights, I could have used that as a reason but they usually don't bother me. It wasn't looking out the window, it was being in the room.

The next morning I was up before Vern. (I am not a morning person) I didn't shower or anything. I just took my suitcase and told Vern that I would meet him on the first floor and left. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

From there we went to Palm Springs and had a wonderful time. The rest of the trip was great. Once I left Las Vegas, life was wonderful again.

That should be the end of this story but it isn't.

At the time, I worked at a book store on the south side of Milwaukee. We had people coming in from time to time to teach seminars. One came along that looked very interesting so I invited Betty to join me.

The lady that was teaching was showing us how to find where stuck energy is stored in our bodies and how to get it out. She had a way of finding out when the energy first impinged on the body, also if the problem was mine, or someone else's that I had taken on.

Betty was working on her stuff and I was working on mine. I found 4 or 5 things that I needed to work on.
Then out the blue, Betty said, "Ask her about your ear." I had an ear that had been runny and I was trying all the things that I could think of to handle it. I used Garlic – antibiotic, antiviral. I used Black Walnut Tincture, this seemed to be the best. I could put the tincture into my ear and plug it with cotton then go to work.

So I called the teacher over and she checked it out. Then she said, "You had an entity enter your ear…….about five months ago." She explained that entities in bodies (Me) are stronger than entities without bodies. She instructed me to start writing and in the writing I was to demand that the entity leave this body and clean up anything that it disturbed.

I worked on it for the rest of this class. When I had written a page demanding that this being leave and go into the arms of God to be healed and recycled….etc, doing all of it with love and blessings. When I called her over to recheck she would say, "It isn't gone yet. Keep working on it." I did and three times she checked. On the third time, she told me that is was clean. I didn't feel any differently but the next day my ear itched like mad and the day after that, all was well.

So when I got home, I asked Vern what we had done five months ago. He thought for a moment and said, "That was when we went to Palm Springs."