There is a line in my patriarchal blessing that tells me that I am blessed to not be happy in unholy places or around people who don’t want good things for me. I have never felt the truth of this more than I do when I walk into a casino.
As soon as I enter a casino, I become deeply sad and sorrowful. I can’t help it. I try to mask it and ignore it, but I just can’t. It feels so thick of Satan and slavery, of all things dark. I don’t understand how anyone could spend significant time in there. I’m not judging; I just don’t understand it for myself.
I need fresh air. I need sunshine. I need mobile activity. I need human connection. I need freedom. None of these things exist within a casino. So, yes, if I were to go to hell, I believe it would be a casino.
