Legend has it that an unknown card sharp won $1,000,000 from the gangster Lucky Luciano with this card trick. No one knows if the Magician lived to collect his money, but it still remains one of the greatest bar bets of all time.

Requirements

A deck of cards, a poker face, eyes like flint, and nerves of steel.

The Scam

The Sting!

With a knowing smile say look at the face down card in your hand and say "I bet you a million dollars that the next card I turn over will be your card".

Your friend will think he has caught you out because he has already seen you deal his card onto the table. He will, therefore, greedily accept the bet.

Put the card you are holding face down on the deck.

Reach into the pile of face-down cards on the table and turn over his card!

Congratulations - you have just won a $1,000,000!

Of course, if he is a really, good friend, you can let him off by just having him buy the next round of beers...

Halloween brings vivid memories to my mind. When I was a little girl it was children of about 6 years to 14 who trick-or-treated, and the little ones were kept at home. We would look forward to our costumes for weeks and usually made them ourselves. Ghosts were the most popular and plenty of good sheets were cut before mom found out. In those days no one had store-bought costumes. One year I was a princess. A pretty white cocktail dress with a gauzy top was pinned in the back to fit me, and the skirt that would have been just below the knee for a lady, came to the ankles on me. I thought there was none better. I remember the year my friend was a robot and we used poster paint to cover a large cardboard box and cut holes for the arms and head, and holes in a brown paper bag for the robot head.The afternoon of Halloween we'd spend an hour carving pumpkins, put candles in, light them and set them on the steps to our house to welcome trick-or-treaters. In those days we collected for Unicef on Halloween night and we never went out without the orange box to collect coins for hungry children. The candy we collected for ourselves in brown paper bags. We went out in small packs of children. It was always completely dark out. It was safe then and our parents didn't worry sending us out alone. We'd have felt mortified to have our parents go with us. The other kids might think we were babies! Besides, parents walk too slowly! They'd cramp our style! We wanted more candy so we wanted to run between doors and as quickly down the streets as possible! I remember when we'd get to a corner, we'd look down the other streets and decide which one had the most porch lights on. Porch lights meant they were offering candy. We'd bang on a door and yell, "Trick or Tree-eat!" and if we were feeling particularly saucy, "Trick or Tree-eat, smell my fee-eet, give me something sweet to ee-eat!" Nothing bashful about us. This was pure candy greed and we weren't the least ashamed of it. And yet, I don't think any of us dreamed taking more than one piece per house or forgetting to say thank you.

Should I Contact My Ex?

It's a question that's on everybody's mind who's broken up with the love of his or her life: "Should I call?" I know you're in pain over this breakup, but you need to play this cool...there are a lot of reasons why you should NOT call your ex, at least not for a certain amount of time.

After a breakup, it's important the couple takes a break from one another...being in each other's lives all the time is what probably broke you up, and absence will never make the heart grow fonder if you're not absent. Cutting of intentional contact as soon as the breakup happens is an important way to speed up everybody's healing and let you both think about what needs to happen for the future.

If you yearn so badly to have her back, or just can't stand to go on without feeling his touch again, then it's okay to try to get your ex back...but that doesn't mean you don't need this breaktime. Give it about a month, that's enough time to get your head straight, sort out how you feel and what you need to do, and come to a plan on how to do it. It's also enough time for your ex to do the same sort of thing.

So keep this break as a break. That means no phone calls, no text messages, no emails, no hanging around places you know your ex frequents...if you have a class together or pass on the street by chance, be polite but not personal. The point of this is to be separated for a while, so that you can grow more together...that may not be how your partner originally envisioned it, but that's how it could work out for you...if you just play it cool!

Of course you'll have the worry of your ex finding somebody new in that month...rebounds are pretty common, and sometimes they develop into something more...but you can't beat yourself up about it. In order to get on with your life regardless of whether or not you get your ex back, you need to accept the possibility that the two of you aren't perfect for one another. You can still make it work even if that's the case...but there comes a line that when it's crossed, you need to let go.

But the important thing, and the point of this article, is for you to know that it's NOT a good idea to deliberately contact your ex for about a month after the breakup. It just causes more stress on the relationship without easing back to let it heal. From there you can do however you feel you need to, either to move on and search for your soulmate or to try to get your ex back. Whichever your choice is, good luck.

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An unmistakable ineffable song of indescribable liberty abounds within each of us. The remotely familiar lyrical melody, the relatively haunting engaging chord structure, the intriguing easily digestible and remarkably palatable harmonically induced rhythm gently bids us to "come hither; return to that which thou doest love and need in order to be free." Dance. Sing. Be Merry. Rejoice in overwhelming irresistible pleasure, without the sence of guilt attached.

For some unknown reason, we deny and shy away from the natural and convenient inclination that so dauntingly lures us to embrace its inherited passion. We not only deny it's call, we sublimate it's distinctive delectable tone. We procrastinate and silently fume, never consciously realizing that we are cutting off the deepest yearning of fulfilling our souls. Nothing else will suffice. {Not family. Not lovers. Not vocation. Not education. Not fortune or fame. Not religion.} Nothing. Ironically, we end up feeling ashamed for no apparent reason when experiencing this ONE precious desire. We go so far as to even feel aplogetic not knowing why we can't be satisfied or subdued. The mere mention of the possibility of the idea of indulging ourselves in such unexpressed beauty in Musical Rapture's Repose of the Self brings on an inexplicable sadness.But, why should it be that way? Ignorance. Plain and simple ignorance. We simply don't know how to receive ourselves in fullness. We invent reasons, logical explanations as to why we 'feel' a certain way or on the very same token, 'Don't feel anything at all.' No matter how much we evade the issue or to what lengths we go to try to mask our innate yearnings, the song will not be silenced. We can not nor will not be able to escape the melodic bliss of the undeniable 'song of unsung self'. Unceasing tones ring out without definition or recall. How does one recognize the release of that undulating unforgettable tune? By and through the slight tilt of the head, the whimsical gesture of the hands, the hypnotic motion of the eyes, the irresistible luring of the lips,the intoxicating nuances and inflections in the voice, the energectic bounce in one's gait encompassed and embraced in the totality of expression manifested throughout one's sexual sensual energy established and maintained in one's body throughout his/her lifetime.

Sexual Energy is the highest form of spiritual energy available to mankind. It is Musical in nature. Yes, the Music is in you...deep within you, and it resounds through layers and layers and layers of spheres vortexed in your core. The intricate explicit essence of who and what you are radiates from this ubiquitous dimension. It's Esoteric {hidden} Music speaks only to you in a specific language of personal code and symbol. It's sacred mysterious veil remains tightly sealed and undisturbed until you alone invite its unambiguious presence to make its abode with you. There have been times, few in number and far in sequence, when the Musical door of reference marked "Enter at thy own risk" pushed itself slighlty back, enough for you to enter therein, but you did not. You, once again, returned to the tinsel world of distraction and discontent. However, you were not released before and without hearing and being indelibly implanted with a minute measure of the unutterable sounds of orgasmic ecstasy that belong singularly to you. No doubt the unquenchable spirit was more than you were willing to bear at the time when crowded and consumed with/by a life of superficial busyness. Yet, the caressing splendor of its soothing melodic majestic refrain left you with an uniquely fashioned demanding appetite for nothing less than the Music of Liberty and Truth. It's a shame.

A crying blistering shame that such untold grief and sorrow must be exchanged for the ultimately satisfying and rewarding musical joy contained within the self. Such untold unexpressed orgasmic delight lays dormant waiting patiently to be experienced. Worldly ambitions can't touch the magnanimous enthusiasm of the Soul's Musical Palisade. The tenderest moment shared between two lovers merely hints at the sublime pleasure encountered. IF this be so, then tell me why oh why is such a place of aesthetic advantage and benefit left unexplored? Because "IT" the Music of one's soul is far too dangerous to be released in full measure.Far too dangerous to be entered into lightly and irreverently. {Far too exhilarating to engage committedly into that ONE Sacred desire that reigns supreme above all others.} A death must occur along with a shattering of illusions. Once having been sheltered and wooed into the bosom of her beguiling ecstasy, you will be forever changed in an instant. Never more to be pampered or influenced by outside duties or responsibilities. Never again will you be in a position of feeling like you owe someone allegiance or betrothal. You will be in possession of your own truth which will enable you to create new worlds of which you may facilitate and inhabit.

But, be aware and forewarned: Music will not be a mistress to anybody or anything! It will be at your own discretion and decision to follow her fragrant path of unimaginable pleasure. I will say this much and this much only: the next time someone (whether known or unknown) asks you, "What do you do?" Tell them you don't have a clue. Instead, remark, rather coyly, if you must, that you have heard it hummed somewhere and been made slightly aware of an effervescent elusive tune in four notes, named:"What I don't do." And, due to the fact that the majority of your time is spent involved in superficial pursuits, meaningless ventures, heart-renderingly unproductive soul's activities, and because you choose to engage your time, effort and energy in jobs performing tasks that in no way connect you to your real passion that even the money you receive from the jobs for the hours you expend do nothing to add meaning or fulfillment to your life nor peace to your mind. You are, at this particular time in your existence, permanently dissatisfied and unsettled. (that's what you do.) Tell them also that you, no doubt, continue to yearn for that unconquerable peace that arises from a place of such Musical Splendor you've only heard mentioned along the way. How the very whisper of its notion drives you insane with unrewarded jealousy and yet nothing changes, you remain embalmed with indifference. Insist to them that you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Song of Truth and Liberty that resides deep within you screams to you every moment you are awake waiting for you to respond. Even penetrating your dreams at night, deliberately haunting you by its elusive breath of subliminal unrequited passion. And, because of your obstinate stubborn refusal to answer the call of your soul's yearning, you are not the least bit vested in yourself or others. {You admit that nothing has captured your enduring attention for long.} You are aware that you are continually restless, bored, irritable, impatient and unsavory to be around but that is rests not in blaming the other nor ends with being unjustifiably angry all the time but requires of you to stop and face the MUSIC playing deep within your soul. But, because you are running a proverbial rat race of unending dubious circles of cyclic perilous patterns that lead nowhere but into a pit of sheer and utter depression, you find yourself confused, bewildered and mad. Then, IF the other person is still standing before you waiting to be released from your never ending soliloquy, make no explanations or excuses but rather start singing your song.

In fact, start laughing uncontrollably in song and dance. Sing and dance throughout your house, your car, your shower, your yard. Don't stop. When others inquire of you, seeking to know if you have in fact taken leave of your sences, Sing louder and more profuse. Swing and sling every lyric torrentially from the incessant rain of your throat and lungs. Sing every word and note you can remember from every song you've ever learned since childhood. And, when you have spun them out like the glistening webs of an early morning spider, make up words and tunes of your own that reflect the state of your drowning and swooning sorrow. Start dancing in the streets, on the roof tops, throughout the paved and unpaved roads until you have exhausted every ounce of the MUSICAL tone of truth found within. In the midst of this unbounded reverie you shall find sweet victory and gracious freedom. Behold you and envelope your unspeakable glory!

Magic is considered to be either an art form or a form of entertainment by most, but both require skill and a good amount of flair to perform. As an art form, a magic performance requires skill and a lot of practice in order to get every trick done perfectly while still making the move smooth and enticing to viewers. Magic as a form of entertainment is a skill that cannot be practiced, and most magicians are either natural performers who are able to get through shows with ease, or they have to work very hard to keep crowds entertained. When magic is performed with practiced skill that is engaging for the crowd, everyone forgets about the magician and becomes focused on the magic.

At a young age children generally show an interest in magic and might even dabble in the performing art themselves with a basic magic kit. There are very few though that go on to make a career out of the act and continue to work as magicians. Some even consider the career path to be less serious than other forms of work, even though it requires dedication and the brains, marketing and business know how that goes into every other business venture. For this reason, there are very few magicians who have become widely recognised and have a reputation for great magic.

One of the most recognised magicians in history is Harry Houdini, who was largely responsible for putting magic on the map as a reputable trade and introduced the form of entertainment to massive crowds on a very public scale. Houdini even when so far as to open a magic theatre where he could put on regular shows to perform in front of large crowds. Since Houdini’s time, there have been several magicians that have wowed crowds and gained widespread popularity, but none have made such a mark on history quite like the favourite magician and escape artist.

In recent years, magic has experienced growth as it has spread into popular culture and been cultivated as both a form of entertainment for adults as well as entertainment for children. The two types of magic greatly differ and magicians in both groups view the work they do very differently. While both see magic as an art form as well as a business, they have very different ideas of how it should be used. Magicians that perform acts for the benefit of children, stick very close to the basic principles of magic that have been used for centuries. Magicians who have performed for large crowds also use the basic principles of magic, but are able to use them to create new tricks that are daring and require a lot of work and clever manipulations to achieve.

The art of magic has been practiced for as long as people can remember, and it shows no signs of becoming a lost art form. For now, it appears that magic will continue to entertain the masses and magicians will continue to advance their craft and create new tricks that people can attempt to understand.