Leaving Las Vegas

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Las Vegas Paris10 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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000016 – La Vegas – Nevada (Photo credit: M.Peinado)

Thursday: I slept in this morning…I’m up at the crack of mid-morning. Isn’t that what you are supposed to do in Vegas? Stay up all night and sleep all day? Whatever I did last night must have been good for me because I don’t have a sore throat this morning…for a change. First time in two weeks I have felt like my old, healthy self again. Wahoo!
It’s cloudy and cool today. Not a great day to lay by the pool so I guess we’ll hike through the monoliths and take in the sights. We were in Monument Valley in early November and these buildings make those mammoth rock formations seem small. The sheer size of these structures is kind of overwhelming. We went up in the “Eiffel Tower” last night. It is a ½ size replica of the real deal in Paris. Amazing view of the Strip light show and our crowd timing was perfect… no lines.
Walked through Cesar’s Palace yesterday. It was interesting to notice the things that have stayed the same within the changing structure. I could visualize the way it was thirty years ago when it was one of my hang outs. The statuary has remained. Gigantic replicas of the famous statues of Rome are everywhere. The fountains that led to the front doors from the Strip are mostly gone, replaced with places to eat and shop. This is the site of Evel Knievel’s famous Cesar’s Fountain jump in December of 1967.
Saturday: I wrote the above paragraphs two days ago. Yesterday I didn’t even attempt a page…I fell down the rabbit hole on Thursday and I found my way out this morning. Lost in the catacombs of Las Vegas for two days…I can’t say where I’ve been and I’m quite sure I don’t want to return. It required a lot of effort to remain grounded and present in this strange environment. My nervous system is ringing from the constant barrage of noise and lights and the electrical fields here are heavy to say the least. The human fields are pretty heavy as well. A lot of drama is playing out on the stages of Las Vegas.
The architecture is so “over the top” and the excess of everything everywhere is halting. It feels as if mankind is displaying all of his worst tendencies here. Money and power have built a city that seduces everyman into believing that somehow he too can have a part of it. And if he can’t have a part of it, at least he can dress up and act like he does.
Gambling is mostly a solo event. There are the occasional groups of comradeship at the tables but most of the players are going it alone. For hours the hypnotic screens flash their colors and sounds into the eyes and ears of the person putting their money in the machine and pushing the buttons. Calmed by drugs and alcohol, the numbing agents of our culture, and fueled with the cultural mover, caffeine, the players continue night and day endlessly drawn to the possibility of “hitting the big one.” Sometimes I felt like I was on the set of “The Walking Dead.”
I had some laughs and I ate some decent food, not healthy but tasty, and we were witness to a lovely wedding. Perhaps the irony of two young lovers pledging themselves to one another in this god-forsaken city wasn’t lost on me. I enjoyed the day of sun at the pool and if ever I have reason to return I would stay at this European Boutique called Tuscany again. We have the biggest, most beautiful room I’ve ever stayed in for under $100 a night.  By Vegas standards it is a small, classy, quiet Hotel and Casino.
I’m not really down on Vegas…it is what it is. No one held a gun to my head to get me here. It’s just that I feel like I am working to stay healthy here where other places seem to have an atmosphere that is intrinsically healthy, life-giving rather than life-taking.  Perhaps it’s just the contrast that has me going this morning. We are leaving in a few hours and I’ll be back at my Mountain Valley Retreat by evening. I am happy to be leaving Las Vegas. I didn’t lose my money here, I gained a better sense of who I am, how I have changed in thirty years, what feels right for me, and how to hold my boundaries strong in situations of high electrical discharge.

It’s all good. Let’s go home.


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