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Clinton Miller

Who Can Tell Me the Difference Between Online and Land-Based Casinos?

by Clinton Miller
Who Can Tell Me the Difference Between Online and Land-Based Casinos?

Poker is very much popular casino games. But most of the players are like to play the poker at the online casinos with paysafecard. There are very few players who like to play at the offline poker rooms.

The players are very much interested to play the online poker because they can able to play the game at the comfort of their home. They do not have to go out and take tiresome journeys to the casino place.

The players are taking the online poker because most of the land based poker casinos are not legalized. The players do not want to tangle themselves in any kind of troubles while playing. The online poker rooms are all legalized.

So the players are more on the line of playing the games at the online. The online casinos are much more comfortable than the offline casinos. The players do not have to think about the chance of getting any space of the table if they switch on their gaming area at the online casinos.

The players can get to play at any time of the day or night at the online poker websites. The players do not have to keep on waiting if they are ‘playing at the online casinos.

The players who are still preferred to play at the offline or land based have to wait for the table. Now this is very much ridiculous fro the players to have patience on the game.

But on the other hand the players who are playing at the land based casinos are quite fortunate to face the opponent. The players can see the expression of the opponent player. They can measure out the excitement and entertainment if the opponent player cannot able to cope up with the game.

This essence is very much absent at the online casinos. Here the players cannot able to become of the witness such moments. He has to enjoy his own victory. He cannot able to share it other players.

The Secrets Within Us

by Clinton Miller
The Secrets Within Us

History has seen a number of important people come and go. Those people are those we like to call Speakers of Secrets, and they have been trying to teach us how to live our lives with regard to others, how to be a part of the community and strive to make everyone’s life easier, instead of selfishly focusing only on our own goals and desires. People like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jesus (whether you believe that he existed or not, it is the ideas that he tried to convey that we are focusing on) and other, have been trying to show us the path to enlightenment, the path to living a life without closing ourselves off from our fellow human beings. Some people listened to them, but they were never as numerous as might be desired. Worse still, even among those who listened, there were never that many that understood the message and managed to live according to the principles these amazing men and women preached.

This is why we refer to the knowledge that they tried to share with us as ‘secrets’. Even though the words are known to many, their meaning remains obscured to most. Even though the sermons of righteousness and selflessness have fallen on many ears, most of them were deaf to their wisdom. The reason for this is these secrets shouldn’t be listened to using ears, but hearts.

That, perhaps, is the greatest problem of these kind of secrets, you have to be a specific kind of person to be able to understand them, and if you are that kind of person, chances are that you already know them. Indoctrinating other people in their true meaning can be a demanding task, but the rewards never fail to justify the effort. If you manage to explain to at least one person why pursuing personal gain and satisfying your impulses without any regard to people around you leads to nothing but misery and strife both for you and those around you, your time has not been wasted, and you have managed to make this world a better place.

So, what is it that prevents some people from opening their hearts to the truth of these secrets. Buddhists teach us that life is suffering, and while they attribute teaching and strengthening properties to that suffering, making it somehow beneficial, character building and educative, the actual suffering that a person feels can, more often than not result in disillusionment, bitterns and a suffocation of our potential for empathy. People born into the world that has never showed itself to them as anything else than cruel and unforgiving, often adapt to the conditions they have fund with the same type of attitude.

Someone who has never felt kindness in others, or in life in general, can hardly be expected to show kindness to the world and people who inhabit it. Such a person often grows angry with the world, and begins feeling like they don’t owe anything to the people around them, just because they don’t seem to have been given much in the first place. This is how a vicious cycle of the propagation of suffering begins. Someone was wronged, and then in anger they wrong someone else, until the anger finds someone who is willing to forgive, which is where that part of the cycle ends, sadly only temporarily.

This is why Speakers of Secrets are as important to the world as they are. They selflessly try to help us find the truths within us that can help this world climb out of the moral puddle that we have driven it into, and they do that at great personal sacrifice. The life of someone willing to share such teachings with their fellow men is never easy. They are regarded as outcasts, naïve people, hopeless idealists that only have a tenuous grasp on reality, however, even fully conscious of how alienating this can be, they persevere in their attempts to lessen the suffering and help us reach the light at the end of the tunnel.

Even though some may consider a life spent in trying to impart these secrets to anyone willing to listen a wasted life, there is hardly any goal that is more worth pursuing. Imagine if you can, a world with people, just a bit more willing to consider the effect that their actions can have on the people around them, where not every thought is about oneself, but about spreading harmony and understanding among other human beings. Imagine the problems that would be a part of the past if only we were more willing to pay attention to needs and wants of others before considering what we want and need, no more hunger, no more wars and no fear that the world is out to get you, just blissful coexistence in a paradise of our own making, where you would never have to wonder whether you are deserving of such a bliss, as you would now you are as you helped create it. Just imagine.

Korea Here I Come

by Clinton Miller
Korea Here I Come

My daughter and I have been talking about me coming to see her in Busan, Korea, and I finally got my ticket. I’m so glad we’ll be together through Thanksgiving, her birthday and Christmas. Then we’re going to spend her school break during New Years in Kyoto, Japan.

I’m doing a big Secret Speakers fundraiser to give me some hotel money, because we have made reservations to stay in a ryokan, or traditional guesthouse, with the ofuro baths, kimonos to wear, tatami sandals, online casinos, futons to sleep on, and amazing food.

When I was a little girl, my sisters and I had a pair of wooden Geisha sandals with red velvet straps that we wore for dress ups. This time I’ll be wearing some for real. Or at least buying some to take home.

Life is good. I get to be with my girl. She and I are so much alike, it’s uncanny. We have a great time together, so this is going to be a once in a lifetime trip.

Forget Me Not’s

by Clinton Miller
Forget Me Not’s

I called my children after President Uchtdorf gave his October 2011 talk called, Forget Me Not. I said, “You’ll never guess what flower President Uchtdorf spoke about in his talk tonight. It’s my favorite flower. . . come on . . . guess!” Each one of them immediately said, “Forget-me-nots!” I said, “How did you know?”

Of course they knew {smile}. A wide carpet of sky-blue forget-me-not’s grow every spring on a hill behind our one time little white home in rural Vermont, just to the right of the three pines on the hill.

Forget Me Not Talk: What does each petal mean?

by Clinton Miller
Forget Me Not Talk: What does each petal mean?

“Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love.” ~President Dieter F. Uchtdorf In this talk, he compares each of the flower’s five petals to five different things to remember.

Do Life Changing Events Really Change Us?

by Clinton Miller
Do Life Changing Events Really Change Us?

My husband had two heart attacks two weeks ago, and survived them. I still feel numb. I was holding his hand when the second one hit, just as he was coming out of anesthesia. It was difficult to see him in so much pain, and at the same time I felt removed, as though I were watching from afar. Probably because of those little adrenal gland’s misguided efforts to handle fight or flight. I was, just this very month, getting well enough to see the light at the end of the tunnel in my own recovery from Final Phase Adrenal Insufficiency / Mild Addison’s Disease.

I was feeling so well that I was imagining spending more time with my children, traveling, getting out on the river again, hiking, gardening, cooking regular nummy meals. Life has gone in reverse these last couple of weeks.

It’s been a roller coaster of emotion as we’ve found ourselves on this unexpected ride of recovery, attempting to re-envision what really matters, and wondering if something this life-changing really changes our lives at all. Sometimes I feel like I’ve had my spiritual anchor yanked from the silt laden stones of my sea.

I’ve shed many tears, pleading for strength, and many times I’ve had the words of hymns come to my mind like faceless angels to sustain me: Where can I turn for

But I Don’t Want to Write Again

by Clinton Miller
But I Don’t Want to Write Again

Two nights ago I was at my parents home for their semi-annual post-priesthood session dessert night. My step-brother asked me if I was still writing. I said I don’t feel like ever writing another book in my life. Secret Speakers? I did it. I wanted to create something good out of my life, and I feel like I did. That is enough.

Then today, the doorbell rang. It was my husband’s racing pigeon buddy, Joe Namelka. I saw his truck idling at the end of the driveway, crates of pigeons in the back, and an attached trailer. The first

words out of his mouth were, “Are you still writing?” We chatted on the front porch and I told him nothing came of Secret Speakers. He said, “Sure it did. You did it.”

That cheered me. Aside from wanting to create something out of my life that was good, I’d other reasons. I’d written it for my children. On the darker side, I had a different, hidden expectation.