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Most people can’t tell you where a nation is on the globe, especially if you ask about smaller nations. So, it’s not surprising to say that people simply aren’t aware of what’s “out there” in space. Many wouldn’t be able to name the 8 planets in our solar system in order from the sun not realize that there’s now 8 and not nine planets.
Our neighborhood solar system has three belts made up of planet debris (the most popular theory) which spit out “wet wads” from time to time (ice balls if you will).
Way out there on the outskirts of our planets is the first potential trouble maker in what’s called the Oort Cloud. It contains more than 100 times the mass of earth, spead over millions of miles. Because it is so far out there, taking around 200 years to orbit the sun, we pay lttle attention to the Oort band or belt.
What we’re more familiar with though is the comet making Kuiper belt that extends from Neptune, past Pluto. Many of the comets in this belt get sucked into Jupiters gravity field and crash. Such an example would be the Shoemaker-Levy 9 comet which collided with Jupiter in 1994 creating fireballs bigger than earth.
Closer to home is the third belt or the asteroid belt located between Mars and and Jupiter. This little dirty debris field seeds our planet mainly with water as millions of these little ice balls fall on earth each year, bsically undetected.
History tells us that our planet has been troubled and gretly altered by junk from one of these trio of trouble. As an example, in March of 1989 Asteroid 1989FC almost ended life as we knew it. This asteroid crossed the path where our earth was only six hours earlier. That’s a close call. Most have some memory of thestrike in Siberia in 1908 that hit with a force equal to 1,000x the Hiroshima atomic bomb. And for those that do such in depth study, the dinosaurs were wiped out 65,000,000 years ago at Chicxulub near the Yucatan. Coincidently where the Mayans developed their space expertise.
Hmm. 
And then we have the many abnormalities like a possible planet X, Nibiru, and or planet #2003-UB-313. Who knows? The answer is very few and that is the potentially troubling thought for 2012.
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The Threes Reversed
The Threes are about new growth, a time of stability, of something finally finding a direction and moving in that direction. They are the baby or birth of a baby, if you will, a third added to the two to create a very solid triangle. Reversed….
Three of Swords
Upright is one of those dreaded cards as it speaks of betrayal, of hurtful things said. In this case, our third is a third wheel and the other two are not being nice to it. Often a card suggesting that the querent is being cheated on–and will find out about it. Painfully. So is it better reversed?
Alas, no. This is a good card for the “upside-down” interpretation. Right side up, the blood (or poison) drains out of the pierced heart. But turn it over and there is no draining out. The Heart sinks down on those swords, firmly embedded, no relief.
What’s important about the Three of Swords is not just the pain - but that something is finally out in the open. Those other two swords are not your friends, the card tells you. But turn it upside-down and the friendship continues. The querent suffers and suffers, but gets no relief. What has come out into the open, what has been said, changes nothing. I liken this to “Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf” type-people who keep hurting each other. They yell and insult and humiliate and nothing is ever resolved. They just inflict pain.
Three of Wands
Waiting for ships to come in, this card promises the payoff for that initial investment of energy. Your good choice brings rewards. Reversed, however, and you get, I think, a blocked interpretation. A delay in the pay off, or, if really opposite, the ships have sunk. The anticipated reward is not or cannot come your way.
Three of Cups
Celebration, sisterhood, joy. Reverse this and our dancing ladies loose all the liquid in their cups. I read this as a celebration gone sour. Sisters bitching at each other, jealous or hurtful rather than loving. vRemember also that one of the most negative things about cups is that they can stand for indulgence in sloth, food, liquor or drugs. So this could suggest a party where things go wrong because people drink too much or take drugs.
Three of Pentacles
The craftsman shows off his work to an interested patron. Hard work, craftsmanship, creating an interest in a business, investments. Reversed however, the card would indicate that there is a block - no one is interested, or the economy is such that none can afford to invest.
The reversed card might also be a warning to the craftsman himself, a suggestion that his work has been sloppy, not up to the high standards that would win him investors. There might be some question as to whether he is putting a true effort into this business. Likewise, if the card stands for health - this could indicate a person who is not giving a real effort to an exercise program and this is why he’s not seeing any real results.
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Poker guidebooks and professional players over and over again glare and grimace upon playing pocket threes. Mainly experts, given the statistical risks of playing pocket threes, are uncertain or find it disgusting to raises bets with them. But wait a moment and let’s just talk about the threes..
That the number three stands head and shoulders above all others is well-documented in the historical and scientific record, and perhaps requires little or no amplification. Theology, mythology, philosophy, cosmology, physics, mathematics, numerology, and various strains of magical practice, abound with examples of the power, primacy, and pervasiveness of three over all numbers. Three is the number par excellence, the God number, the bomb of numbers, according to the data.
However expurgated and compressed, you must agree that this is an impressive list. But what does it have to do with poker? Let me preface my answer by admitting an almost fetishistic fondness for pocket threes. Yes, I know the odds of flopping a set or better when you start with pocket threes are something like 7.5 to 1 against. But I’ve hit more sets with threes than any other pocket pair, many more. It’s just one of those things, one of those anomalies of my game. It almost makes me believe that pocket threes, in effect, beg for a third to join them, that they serve as magnets for the third, and that threes work best for the universe when tripled. I mean, look at that list again.
So based on my feeling for threes, both intellectually and spiritually, and my aforementioned success with threes, I play them with more courage and aggression than I do aces or kings. Perhaps this indicates magical thinking on my part. But in poker, superstitions fall hard to numerical probability. At the end of time we will all have been dealt the same hands. Yes, yes, I understand that. I’m not completely off my rocker. So, how do I justify myself from a poker perspective? I have one phrase for you: implied odds.
I am not advocating that anyone take my tack and play pocket threes like aces. That would represent unsound advice. But when I get pocket threes and play them strongly I am hoping to chase out middle pairs and your ace-jack, king-jack sort of hands; but I am not afraid to collide with pocket aces, kings, queens, or big slick. The implied value of flopping a set against these tanks and busting them is too delicious to resist. The second technical point here is post-flop play. In the unlikely event that I don’t hit a set, and someone comes out bombing, I can easily fold.
At Fallsview the other day, during a very profitable session, I was dealt pocket threes under the gun and went in with a moderate raise. The cards seemed to tingle in my hand. I felt sublimely content, almost euphoric. Two fellows called my raise and then the big blind made a pot-size bet. I figured he was on a steal and called. The other two folded. I glanced at the dealer and his eyes shone like jewels and his moist smile intimated something like beatitude. When the flop came rainbow jack-three-king I glanced at the dealer and he nodded ever so slightly as though he knew what I had, and knew that I was unconquerable.
But the abrupt all-in bet from the raiser surprised me. I hesitated for a moment. Was it possible he had pocket kings or jacks? I studied my opponent, an individual so bloodless and bland he scarcely looked alive. I suspected he had a monster. I glanced at the evangel-dealer again, wearing an unchanged simper, and despite my reservations called.
When my opponent turned over pocket kings, I felt like puking.
The turn brought another jack, giving my opponent an almost unholy full house. The dealer’s smile now felt like a knife in my heart. Why was he still smiling?
The dealer delivered the river card in freaking slow motion. It hovered above the table for a long moment before quietly thudding to the felt – another three! – giving me quads and sending my opponent to the rail screaming like he’d seen a ghost.
