I will admit it. I was interested in UFOs, then called flying saucers, when I was a lad. Well, up to 20 years old when I basically abandoned the topic.
I abandoned it after I saw a craft make a right-hand turn way up in the sky and I called the local Air Force base and the guy on the phone laughed and told me to stop being ridiculous because there were no such things as flying saucers. I saw this with about 12 other people.
That very night I saw a brilliant white light fall from the sky and split in three: a red light, a blue light, and its original white light. All three took off in different directions. I saw this with five other people. Yes, the lights made the colors of the U.S. flag.
I called the Air Force again. I explained I was a college student and I found these two events interesting and there were a few of us who saw them too. I got a bigger laugh from the guy on the phone. “Hey, kid, get some other interesting topic and leave us alone, okay? Or we’ll tell your father that you are taking drugs. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Now, with the latest information from the Pentagon about the UFOs (now called UAPs for unidentified aerial phenomena) I have rekindled my interest in reading about what’s happening up there in the air, on the land, in the ocean or lakes. And, in fact, throughout the world.
Come on, something is going on. Can so many people see such things and not be curious about what’s out there? Seriously, there has to be something out there.
Yes, I do write about casino gambling because it is a topic in which I am interested. I actually think the casinos should take bets on whether or not UFOs exist and if they are just natural phenomena or craft from other planets. I’d probably bet that they are from other planets; advanced planets with beings interested in observing us.
Consider this: Perhaps the biggest bet we could make would be to wager on the fact that UFOs are indeed real and that the people seeing them (or at least some of the people seeing them) are not crazy or on drugs. Both times when I saw what I saw I was stone cold sober. Perhaps it would have been easier if I had been high?
I Meet the Alien
Maybe they can listen in on people’s thoughts, at least something was listening in on mine. I walked into my local casino and a person was waiting for me at the elevator doors.
“Where to?” said the man, a skinny fella, kind of gaunt, dark skinned, blue eyes.
“Uh, 47,” I said.
“Ah, the suites,” said the small man next to him. I hadn’t noticed the small man.
“Well,” I said. “You know.”
“Oh, yes,” said the small man. “We want to get the most out of the experience.”
That small man was very white, as if he had never had a ray of sunlight touch him. His eyes were black. It was hard to look directly at him. It seemed as if he was looking at me but it also seemed as if he wasn’t.
“I want to play the table games and maybe a machine or two,” said the white man.
The tall dark man smiled, “Don’t you have enough of the crafts?”
The white man smiled back, “We’ll see.”
“I know,” said the dark man. “You’re beginning to notice that you don’t see our lips always moving as we communicate. Is that bothering you?”
“Uh, ah,” I mumbled. “I thought there was something off here. Your lips don’t move.”
“No, we can talk but it is primitive and labor intensive. Also, neither of us has a full grasp of English,” said the white man. “I’m new here. And my friend does not speak any English at all.”
Getting in My Head
Oh, man, they were – they were speaking inside my head! I wasn’t drunk. I hadn’t been high in over 40 years, ever since my children were born. But these two were speaking inside my head. How could they be speaking inside my head?
“Telepathy,” said the dark man.
The white man’s head nodded. “Now, shall we go downstairs and play some games?” he said.
“Don’t be nervous. We are friendly aliens. We’re here to learn about the thrills you folks enjoy in your lives. In a few more generations you will be a peaceful species in the areas of the world not obliterated by the nuclear fallout,” said the dark man.
“Uh,” I thought.
“We want to be prepared to enjoy our times together and so many of your species enjoy what you call gambling so we have decided to learn about such gambling by partaking in it,” said the white man.
“So down we go,” said the dark man. “To have some fun.” He gently took my arm and escorted me back to the elevator and down we went to the casino.
Hitting the Casino
The casino, my favorite in Atlantic City, was not too crowded. There was room at every table. The exact amount of room I love to play in. I wonder if they had manipulated the numbers of the people playing?
“We can do that,” said the dark man. “But right now, everything should be as you like it. We are going to experience what you experience and we are going to experience what we experience too.”
“Two for one,” I thought.
“Yes,” said the white one, “two for one.”
My mind had been read! I guess I really didn’t have to talk. The white man seemed to smile, “Only when you talk to others of your species. The three of us are connected.”
“Roulette first?” I asked in my mind. (If I am talking out loud, I’ll indicate it from this point on.)
“Fine,” said both of my friends (were these beings my friends?).
“Yes, to the game and yes to the friendship. You are taking this encounter really well. Some of your…some people have trouble when they meet us at times. It can be scary,” said the dark man.
I put my hands in my pockets and there were hundred-dollar bills neatly wrapped and sealed. I hadn’t done this. I was going to take a marker.
I took three of the stacks and gave one to each of us.
“There is three thousand,” the white man paused and then spoke, “bucks – that’s how you say it, right? bucks --- for each of us to begin. We don’t want to be too noticeable.”
“No, of course not.”
“Of course not,” said the dark man.
We bought in for $3,000 each. The dark man and the white man each put $1,000 in chips on number 17.
“That’s the most played number, isn’t it?” thought both of them.
I nodded. I bet on the proposition bet of black – which would pay even money if that 17 hit or if any black number hit. I bet $25.
You don’t need me to tell you that 17 hit right off the bat. Each of my friends won $35,000 and I won $25. They continued with another 17 bet of $1,000. Oh no, 17 hit again!
Winning Ways
The casino suits arrived and watched my friends bet another $1,000 on number 17.
“Who are these people?” asked the white man.
“They work for the casino and they are worried because you hit two number 17s in a row.”
“Yes,” said the dark man. “That isn’t done a lot is it?”
“Not really and not really for a $1,000 wagered back to back.”
The man in the gray suite said (out loud): “Well you’re having good luck aren’t you.”
“They speak another language,” I said (out loud).
“Yeah,” said the man in the suit. “Are they usually this lucky?”
“I wish,” I said, not knowing if they would keep giving themselves winning numbers. “I never saw two in a row like this.” I made an effort to laugh. I failed.
“Maybe we should lower the betting maximum to $500?” said one of the suits. Another suit changed the sign so that now the maximum bet was $500.
“You’ve got to lose a few bets in a row so these people don’t get spooked,” I thought to my friends.
Now both of them scattered $500 bets on many numbers. The dealer spun the ball and all their bets lost. Whew!
Let’s Play Some Crabs
This happened for a little while and then the dark man said, “Let’s go play crabs.”
“Craps,” I said.
“Isn’t it crabs?” said the white man.
“No, it used to be called crabs when it first started out along the Mississippi river.” I said “But the Southern accent was interpreted as craps when the game made its way up North and craps it became. So now it is called craps.”
“Ah,” both of them said jointly. “It was a big game during the war.”
“You mean World War II?” I asked.
“You have so many wars,” said the dark man.
“Yes,” said the white man, “that would be the proper war for this game.”
“Have you been studying us for all these years?” I asked.
“Yes, off and on. Not every war but many of them. Especially now that you have nuclear weapons,” said the dark man.
“You saw the future and that we destroyed a lot of the planet?” I asked.
“Yes and no,” said the dark man.
“We can at times fold space and time to get glimpses of what is about to come and that is what our seers – seers are beings that can see ahead of time – saw,” said the white man.
“Are we locked into this? Must it happen?”
“No,” said the dark man.
The white man shook his head “no.”
“So, we have a chance?” I asked.
“Yes,” they both said.
We bought in at craps for $3,000 each. What the heck, I thought, I might as well go along for the ride.
I took the dice. I hit a seven, then another seven, then another seven. I had just won three times in a row. “I can’t keep throwing sevens,” I said. Then I hit two elevens in a row.
“Let me establish a point and do what I do without any help, okay?” I said.
I immediately sevened out! So much for doing what I do.
The dark man took the dice. He twirled them in his hand and let fly! A seven! Here we go again!
He took the dice again and rolled a six. Then he sevened out.
The session was a normal one, meaning we did okay at times and crummy at other times.
That night we played blackjack, Pai Gow Poker, mini baccarat and some slots and video poker. These games were handled well by my alien friends.
We went back to my room. “Tell me why we might not destroy much of our planet?” I asked.
“You have a little more than eight billion people in the world now,” they both said in unison.
“Let us talk about evolution now. With four billion men depositing ---”
“Sperm,” I said.
“Sperm. Think of the hundreds of trillions of individual sperms coming into existence and trying to get themselves born. Some of those sperm, a small figure lower than a fraction of a percent mind you, will be different and these might get into the human race genes and change the destiny of your species. These sperm can be peaceful and may dominate your species given some time,” they both said.
“You mean mutations?” I asked. “Life changing because of mutations.”
“Yes,” they said. “The more chances for mutations, the more those mutations, meaning just some of them, might come into existence as you did. If that happens then the bleak future might not happen after all.”
“Do you have anything else for us before we leave?”
“Yes,” I said. “All the best in and out of the casinos!”
