Reading through the various LP news threads over the past several months it's become plain to me that jackpot win tickets sometimes have a way of gravitating to a specific store. There's a place in Ohio, I think, where a particular store run by East Indians has sold a couple, or more jackpot tickets.
But I've noticed, myself, that QPs purchased at some locations just don't seem to do much, while at others they fare better.
If I knew where the USAF sargeant purchased that winning ticket down in ABQ, and if it didn't involve driving into the heart of the city I'd buy tickets there. Or if I was down that way anyway I'd be sure to stop in for a QP.
One thing that doesn't seem to happen. The places you'd think were more strongly metaphysical or spiritually positive don't appear to have an advantage on the numbers. Sedona, Taos and such, I'm referring to. Places the various healers, metaphysical gurus are drawn to.
Whatever's going on there doesn't appear to have anything to do with that particular form of magic.
A couple of Soviet scientists wrote a sci-fi novel once called, Roadside Picnic during the 1950s, or so. A classic, but the author names of which slip my mind at the moment.
Anyway, the underlying theme of the novel was that there were several places on earth where some cosmic travelers or other evidently stopped and had themselves a roadside picnic, left a lot of weird energy and artifacts lying around. The positioning of the spots on earth where this occured were placed somewhat like a person standing off in outer space firing bullets with the earth as a target, turning in the face of it, so they were placed all around the globe, but in a regular pattern.
I'm not suggesting that's how these number wins are postitioned, but I do think there are some places with a more concentrated energy than others, and that the types of energy vary from one place to another. I know some canyons and a mountain or two where certain types of negative events appear to have happened throughout history, and still do.
And I've occasionally gone to explore a place I knew nothing about and found myself with a case of the fantods, wanting to get off in the other direction so's to get the hair on the back of my neck back down where it belonged.
Which is to say I don't know anything about it, but I have an opinion. I try not to insist that my opinions make any sense.
Jack