Escape to Egypt

Escape to Egypt was made possible by a professional gambler. Poker was the game of entertainment surrounded by accomplished athletes and actors at each other’s elbows. My friend earned a reputation at these designated tables in private estates as being a young, lucky ace. How else do you explain losing large sums of money? During college he increased his skill level to be studied steps ahead of his opponents at Harrah’s Casino in New Orleans, Louisiana. Lose some. Win some. All things work together as the story advances. Subject to change.

Face cards generated income from the celebrities who folded. Fans come. Fans go. On the outer edge of the pampas grass skirts and bluffs, he generously placed the cash ante into my hands at a raw juice bar in Playa Del Rey, California. It was like receiving gold from the Magi before I escaped to Egypt like the beautiful outlaw. Who would have thought an art sponsorship would come from a bull shark in the secretive world of high-stakes gaming? It wasn’t a bluff to call. Before this happened, I was reluctant to download a payment app on my phone. The windowpane displayed dwindling savings. I didn’t think I’d need a digital wallet down the road; however, the revenue stream bubbled up the Venmo balance. Fans turned on. Our specialty crafts assembled together like stokers raking hot coals. Perpetual flames arose from the furnace to keep the instruments aglow. Righteous gifts are forged in the risk. Sparks of weakness dart out of defects; grueling refinements are voluntary. Our hands are his workmanship stretched in the sands of people. A lot fall through. Act now with rekindled boldness as the swindler attempts to freeze to death the evidence not seen. The living one captivates the captives and exiles with favor and liberty among the rebellious who are captured the way they were found.

Undisturbed, the journey to North Africa is a wager some will not make. What good could come from this place? Avoidance will apprehend you if you never go through. Travel warnings could not dissuade my decision to go based on an invisible invitation to come. Where the tourists do not live enrichment sizzles in the soul under pressurized suspicion. Who is walking by? The shadow of uncertainty goes with you, but stick to the script. At different angles, properly identify what you see: either the truth or trickery. Mercy is as explosive as jet fuel. It impels me to go a great distance in a steel can to find the anecdote for the viral meme advertising: what I should believe? Framed studies are the beginning; not just flicked away. The calculation of the actuation is dangerous for a blue-eyed Westerner. Target market. Upon landing, committees of taxis repeatedly say like a choral arrangement, “Welcome to Egypt.” However, my point of contact, locals with a personal driver whisked me away into the mega-urban scramble.

Learn more by being outnumbered by the least in their boisterous feasts hosted in packed Arab allies. Care in each daring step by the host of hosts. His devotion is discovered and known in character. Stand firm because its swift current will pull you away like an undertow. Prepared treats are given in abundance amongst enemies. Staggering piles of stout sugar cane stalks provides iron fists as you walk with more immunity in the community. Poured high. Poured low. Chug it down your throat fast like juiced sugar cane before the goodness separates. Knees buckle on rugs. Held in place before there was a trace. The tugs cause a greater yield under the sent Defender in the land of Egypt. Follow the leads. A fibrous intimacy with the creator detached the restraints and boosts your position over the horizon.

On shaky skates, it is time to face off with the slap shot fears circulating from goal to goal in rinks around the globe. Opponents are throwing elbows to my face, but my jabs are dabs of praise: raised to life. Extenuating circumstances shifts the comfort situated in the West over to the Middle East. Danger: Keep Out. Prejudice is quickly sent to the penalty box as I make eye contact during the shuffle with the multitude made in his image. A wind rush revelation like a metro car designated for only women slides into place station. The collection knew when to go. Open doors. Bikini eyes looked for the sensation in their hidden figures, but the drapes closed everything except the windows to their souls. The padding fled. Omission, I’ve known it, but I am also known and belong to an eternal commitment. The beloved see a family of three squeezed together on a top-tank moped breezing along a concrete highway between the minarets and the metro sinking deep into the tunnels of Cairo. The courage to ask for what you need chastens the keeper of the dream. He knows our tendencies and capabilities. Do whatever he tells you. Wild requests are honored for the quest by the mysterious hand of God. Not on my own. Revelation of his sovereignty is the non-refundable return from one sovereign nation to another. My purpose is unbridled through light-edged portraiture for his good pleasure. Each exposure is set outfront to confront who you are.