Meet the Goddess of Good Luck

“If a man be lucky, there is no foretelling the possible extent of his good
fortune. Pitch him into the Euphrates and like as not he will swim out with a
pearl in his hand.”
—Babylonian Proverb.
The desire to be lucky is universal. It was just as strong in the breasts of
men four thousand years ago in ancient Babylon as it is in the hearts of men
today. We all hope to be favored by the whimsical Goddess of Good Luck.
Is there some way we can meet her and attract, not only her favorable
attention, but her generous favors? Is there a way to attract good luck? That
is just what the men of ancient Babylon wished to know. It is exactly what
they decided to find out. They were shrewd men and keen thinkers. That
explains why their city became the richest and most powerful city of their
time.
In that distant past, they had no schools or colleges. Nevertheless they had a
center of learning and a very practical one it was. Among the towered
buildings in Babylon was one that ranked in importance with the Palace of
the King, the Hanging Gardens and the temples of the Gods. You will find
scant mention of it in the history books, more likely no mention at all, yet it
exerted a powerful influence upon the thought of that time.
This building was the Temple of Learning where the wisdom of the past
was expounded by voluntary teachers and where subjects of popular interest
were discussed in open forums. Within its walls all men met as equals. The
humblest of slaves could dispute with impunity the opinions of aprince of
the royal house.
Among the many who frequented the Temple of Learning, was a wise rich
man named Arkad,called the richest man in Babylon. He had his own
special hall where almost any evening a large group of men, some old,
some very young, but mostly middle-aged, gathered to discuss and argue
interesting subjects. Suppose we listen in to see whether they knew how to
attract good luck.
The sun had just set like a great red ball of fire shining through the haze of
desert dust when Arkad strolled to his accustomed platform. Already full
four score men were awaiting his arrival, reclining on their small rugs
spread upon the floor. More were still arriving.
“What shall we discuss this night?” Arkad inquired.
After a brief hesitation, a tall cloth weaver addressed him, arising as was the
custom. “I have a subject I would like to hear discussed yet hesitate to offer
lest it seem ridiculous to you, Arkad, and my good friends here.”
Upon being urged to offer it, both by Arkad and by calls from the others, he
continued: “This day I have been lucky, for I have found a purse in which
there are pieces of gold. To continue to be lucky is my great desire. Feeling
that all men share with me this desire, I do suggest we debate how to attract
good luck that we may discover ways it can be enticed to one.”
“A most interesting subject has been offered, Arkad commented, “one most
worthy of our discussion. To some men, good luck bespeaks but a chance
happening that, like an accident, may befall one without purpose or reason.
Others do believe that the instigator of all good fortune is our most
bounteous goddess, Ashtar, ever anxious to reward with generous gifts
those who please her. Speak up, my friends, what say you, shall we seek to
find if there be means by which good luck may be enticed to visit each and
all of us?”
“Yea! Yea! And much of it!” responded the growing group of eager
listeners.
Thereupon Arkad continued, “To start our discussion, let us first hear from
those among us who have enjoyed experiences similar to that of the cloth
weaver in finding or receiving, without effort upon their part, valuable
treasures or jewels.”
There was a pause in which all looked about expecting someone to reply
but no one did.
“What, no one?” Arkad said, “then rare indeed must be this kind of good
luck. Who now will offer a suggestion as to where we shall continue our
search?”
That I will do,” spoke a well-robed young man, arising. “When a man
speaketh of luck is it not natural that his thoughts turn to the gaining tables?
Is it not there we find many men courting the favorof the goddess in hope
she will bless them with rich winnings?”
As he resumed his seat a voice called, “Do not stop! Continue thy story!
Tell us, didst thou find favor with the goddess at the gaming tables? Did she
turn the cubes with red side up so thou filled thy purse at the dealer’s
expense or did she permit the blue sides to come up so the dealer raked in
thy hardearned pieces of silver?”
The young man joined the good-natured laughter, then replied, “I am not
averse to admitting she seemed not to know I was even there. But how
about the rest of you?
Have you found her waiting about such places to roll the cubes, in your
favor? We are eager to hear as well as to learn.”
“A wise start,” broke in Arkad. “We meet here to consider all sides of each
question. To ignore the gaming table would be to overlook an instinct
common to most men, the love of taking a chance with a small amount of
silver in the hope of winning much gold.”
“That doth remind me of the races but yesterday,” called out another
listener. “If the goddess frequents the gaming tables, certainly she dost not
overlook the races where the gilded chariots and the foaming horses offer
far more excitement. Tell us honestly, Arkad, didst she whisper to you to
place your bet upon those grey horses from Nineveh yesterday? I was
standing just behind thee and could scarce believe my ears when I heard
thee place thy bet upon the greys. Thou knowest as well as any of us that no
team in all Assyria can beat our beloved bays in a fair race.
“Didst the goddess whisper in thy ear to bet upon the greys because at the
last turn the inside black would stumble and so interfere with our bays that
the greys would win the race and score an unearned victory?”
Arkad smiled indulgently at the banter. “What reason have we to feel the
good goddess would take that much interest in any man’s bet upon a horse
race? To me she is a goddess of love and dignity whose pleasure it is to aid
those who are in need and to reward those who are deserving. I look to find
her, not at the gaming tables or the races where men lose more gold than
they win but in other places where the doings of men are more worthwhile
and more worthy of reward.
“In tilling the soil, in honest trading, in all of man’s occupations, there is
opportunity to make a profit upon his efforts and his transactions. Perhaps
not all the time will he be rewarded because sometimes his judgment may
be faulty and other times the winds and the weather may defeat his efforts.
Yet, if he persists, he may usually expect to realize his profit. This is so
because the chances of profit are always in his favor.
“But, when a man playeth the games, the situation is reversed for the
chances of profit are always against him and always in favor of the game
keeper. The game is so arranged that it will always favor the keeper. It is his
business at which he plans to make a liberal profit for himself from the
coins bet by the players. Few players realize how certain are the game
keeper’s profits and how uncertain are their own chances to win.
“For example, let us consider wagers placed upon the cube. Each time it is
cast we bet which side will be uppermost. If it be the red side the game
master pays to us four times our bet. But if any other of the five sides come
uppermost, we lose our bet. Thus the figures show that for each cast we
have five chances to lose, but because the red pays four for one, we have
four chances to win. In a night’s play the game master can expect to keep
for his profit one-fifth of all the coins wagered. Can a man expect to win
more than occasionally against odds so arranged that he should lose onefifth of all his bets?”
“Yet some men do win large sums at times,” volunteered one of the
listeners.
“Quite so, they do,” Arkad continued. “Realizing this, the question comes
to me whether money secured in such ways brings permanent value to those
who are thus lucky. Among my acquaintances are many of the successful
men of Babylon, yet among them I am unable to name a single one who
started his success from such a source.
“You who are gathered here tonight know many more of our substantial
citizens. To me it would be of much interest to learn how many of our
successful citizens can credit the gaming tables with their start to success.
Suppose each of you tell of those you know. What say you?”
After a prolonged silence, a wag ventured, ‘Wouldst thy inquiry include the
game keepers?” “If you think of no one else,” Arkad responded.
“If not one of you can think of anyone else, then how about yourselves? Are
there any consistent winners with us who hesitate to advise such a source
for their incomes?”
His challenge was answered by a series of groans from the rear taken up
and spread amid much laughter. .
“It would seem we are not seeking good luck in such places as the goddess
frequents,” he continued. “Therefore let us explore other fields. We have
not found it in picking up lost wallets.
Neither have we found it haunting the gaming tables. As to the races, I must
confess to have lost far more coins there than I have ever won.
“Now, suppose we consider our trades and businesses. Is it not natural if we
conclude a profitable transaction to consider it not good luck but a just
reward for our efforts? I am inclined to think we may be overlooking the
gifts of the goddess. Perhaps she really does assist us when we do not
appreciate her generosity. Who can suggest further discussion?”
Thereupon an elderly merchant arose, smoothing his genteel white robe.
“With thy permission, most honorable Arkad and my friends, I offer a
suggestion. If, as you have 61said, we take credit to our own industry and
ability for our business success, why not consider the successes we almost
enjoyed but which escaped us, happenings which would have been most
profitable. They would have been rare examples of good luck if they had
actually happened. Because they were not brought to fulfillment we cannot
consider them as our just rewards. Surely many men here have such
experiences to relate.”
“Here is a wise approach,” Arkad approved. “Who among you have had
good luck within your grasp only to see it escape?”
Many hands were raised, among them that of the merchant. Arkad motioned
to him to speak.
“As you suggested this approach, we should like to hear first from you.”
“I will gladly relate a tale,” he resumed, “that doth illustrate how closely
unto a man good luck may approach and how blindly he may permit it to
escape, much to his loss and later regret.
“Many years ago, when I was a young man, just married and well-started to
earning, my father did come one day and urge most strongly that I enter in
an investment. The son of one of his good friends had taken notice of a
barren tract of land not far beyond the outer walls of our city. It lay high
above the canal where no water could reach it.
“The son of my father’s friend devised a plan to purchase this land, build
three large water wheels that could be operated by oxen and thereby raise
the life-giving waters to the fertile soil. This accomplished, he planned to
divide into small tracts and sell to the residents of the city for herb patches.
“The son of my father’s friend did not possess sufficient 62gold to complete
such an undertaking. Like myself, he was a young man earning a fair sum.
His father, like mine, was a man of large family and small means. He,
therefore, decided to interest a group of men to enter the enterprise with
him. The group was to comprise twelve, each of whom must be a money
earner and agree to pay one-tenth of his earnings into the enterprise until the
land was made ready for sale. All would then share justly in the profits in
proportion to their investment. ”
‘Thou, my son,’ bespoke my father unto me, ‘art now in thy young
manhood. It is my deep desire that thou begin the building of a valuable
estate for myself that thou mayest become respected among men. I desire to
see thou profit from a knowledge of the thoughtless mistakes of thy father.’
” ‘
This do I most ardently desire, my father,’ I replied.
” ‘Then, this do I advise. Do what I should have done at thy age. From thy
earnings keep out one-tenth to put into favorable investments. With this
one-tenth of thy earnings and what it will also earn, thou canst, before thou
art my age, accumulate for thyself a valuable estate.
‘ ” ‘Thy words are words of wisdom, my father. Greatly do I desire riches.
Yet there are many uses to which my earnings are called. Therefore, do I
hesitate to do as thou dost advise. I am young.
There is plenty of time.’
” ‘So I thought at thy age, yet behold, many years have passed and I have
not yet made the beginning.’
” ‘We live in a different age, my father. I shall avoid thy mistakes.’”
‘Opportunity stands before thee, my son. It is offering a chance that may
lead to wealth. I beg of thee, do not delay. Go upon the morrow to the son
of my friend and bargain with him to pay ten percent of thy earnings into
this investment. Go promptly upon the morrow. Opportunity waits for no
man. Today it is here; soon it is gone. Therefore, delay not!’
“In spite of the advice of my father, I did hesitate. There were beautiful new
robes just brought by the tradesmen from the East, robes of such richness
and beauty my good wife and I felt we must each possess one. Should I
agree to pay one-tenth of my earnings into the enterprise, we must deprive
ourselves of these and other pleasures we dearly desired. I delayed making
a decision until it was too late, much to my subsequent regret. The
enterprise did prove to be more profitable than any man had prophesied.
This is my tale, showing how I did permit good luck to escape.”
“In this tale we see how good luck waits to come to that man who accepts
opportunity,”
commented a swarthy man of the desert. “To the building of an estate there
must always be the beginning. That start may be a few pieces of gold or
silver which a man diverts from his earnings to his first investment. I,
myself, am the owner of many herds. The start of my herds I did begin
when I was a mere boy and did purchase with one piece of silver a young
calf. This, being the beginning of my wealth, was of great importance to
me.
“To take his first start to building an estate is as good luck as can come to
any man. With all men, that first step, which changes them from men who
earn from their own labor to men who draw dividends from the earnings of
their gold, is important. Some, fortunately, take it when young and thereby
outstrip in financial success those who do take it later or those unfortunate
men, like the father of this merchant, who never take it.
“Had our friend, the merchant, taken this step in his early manhood when
this opportunity came to him, this day he would be blessed with much more
of this world’s goods. Should the good luck of our friend, the cloth weaver,
cause him to take such a step at this time, it will indeed be but the beginning
of much greater good fortune.”
“Thank you! I like to speak, also.” A stranger from another country arose.
“I am a Syrian. Not so well do I speak your tongue. I wish to call this
friend, the merchant, a name. Maybe you think it not polite, this name. Yet I
wish to call him that. But, alas, I not know your word for it. If I do call it in
Syrian, you will not understand. Therefore, please some good gentlemen,
tell me that right name you call man who puts off doing those things that
mighty good for him.”
“Procrastinator,” called a voice.
“That’s him,” shouted the Syrian, waving his hands excitedly, “he accepts
not opportunity when she comes. He waits. He says I have much business
right now. Bye and bye I talk to you. Opportunity, she will not wait for such
slow fellow. She thinks if a man desires to be lucky he will step quick. Any
man not step quick when opportunity comes, he big procrastinator like our
friend, this merchant.”
The merchant arose and bowed good naturedly in response to the laughter.
“My admiration to thee, stranger within our gates, who hesitates not to
speak the truth.”
“And now let us hear another tale of opportunity. Who has for us another
experience?” demanded Arkad.
“I have,” responded a red-robed man of middle age. “I am a buyer of
animals, mostly camels and horses. Sometimes I do also buy the sheep and
goats. The tale I am about to 65relate will tell truthfully how opportunity
came one night when I did least expect it. Perhaps for this reason I did let it
escape. Of this you shall be the judge.
“Returning to the city one evening after a disheartening ten- days’ journey
in search of camels, I was much angered to find the gates of the city closed
and locked. While my slaves spread our tent for the night, which we looked
to spend with little food and no I water, I was approached by an elderly
farmer who, like ourselves, found himself locked outside.
” ‘Honored sir,’ he addressed me, ‘from thy appearance, I do judge thee to
be a buyer. If this be so, much would I like to sell to thee the most excellent
flock of sheep just driven up. Alas, my good wife lies very sick with the
fever. I must return with all haste. Buy thou my sheep that I and my slaves
may mount our camels and travel back without delay.”
“So dark it was that I could not see his flock, but from the bleating I did
know it must be large.
Having wasted ten days searching for camels I could not find, I was glad to
bargain with him. In his anxiety, he did set a most reasonable price. I
accepted, well knowing my slaves could drive the flock through the city
gates in the morning and sell at a substantial profit.
The bargain concluded, I called my slaves to bring torches that we might
count the flock which the farmer declared to contain nine hundred. I shall
not burden you, my friends, with a description of our difficulty in
attempting to count so many thirsty, restless, milling sheep. It proved to be
an impossible task. Therefore, I bluntly informed the farmer I would count
them at daylight and pay him then.
” ‘Please, most honorable sir,’ he pleaded, ‘pay me but two-thirds of the
price tonight that I may be on my way. I will leave my most intelligent and
educated slave to assist to make the count in the morning. He is trustworthy
and to him thou canst pay the balance.
‘ “But I was stubborn and refused to make payment that night. Next
morning, before I awoke, the city gates opened and four buyers rushed out
in search of flocks. They were most eager and willing to pay high prices
because the city was threatened with siege, and food was not plentiful.
Nearly three times the price at which he had offered the flock to me did the
old farmer receive for it. Thus was rare good luck allowed to escape.”
“Here is a tale most unusual,” commented Arkad. “What wisdom doth it
suggest?”
“The wisdom of making a payment immediately when we are convinced
our bargain is wise,”
suggested a venerable saddle maker. “If the bargain be good, then dost thou
need protection against thy
own weaknesses as much as against any other man. We mortals are
changeable. Alas, I must say more apt to change our minds when right than
wrong. Wrong, we are stubborn indeed. Right, we are prone to vacillate and
let opportunity escape. My first judgment is my best. Yet always have I
found it difficult to compel myself to proceed with a good bargain when
made. Therefore, as a protection against my own weaknesses, I do make a
prompt deposit thereon. This doth save me from later regrets for the good
luck that should have been mine.”
“Thank you! Again I like to speak.” The Syrian was upon his feet once
more. “These tales much alike. Each time opportunity fly away for same
reason. Each time she come to procrastinator, bringing good plan. Each
time they hesitate, not say, right now best time, I do it quick. How can men
succeed that way?”
“Wise are thy words, my friend,” responded the buyer. “Good luck fled
from procrastination in both these tales. Yet, this is not unusual. The spirit
of procrastination is within all men. We desire riches; yet, how often when
opportunity doth appear before us, that spirit of procrastination from within
doth urge various delays in our acceptance.
In listening to it we do become our own worst enemies. “In my younger
days I did not know it by this long word our friend from Syria doth enjoy. I
did think at first it was my own poor judgment that did cause me loss of
many profitable trades. Later, I did credit it to my stubborn disposition. At
last, I did recognize it for what it was—a habit of needless delaying where
action was required, action prompt and decisive. How I did hate it when its
true character stood revealed. With the bitterness of a wild ass hitched to a
chariot, I did break loose from this enemy to my success.”
“Thank you! I like ask question from Mr. Merchant.” The Syrian was
speaking. “You wear fine robes, not like those of poor man. You speak like
successful man. Tell us, do you listen now when procrastination whispers in
your ear?”
“Like our friend the buyer, I also had to recognize and conquer
procrastination,” responded the merchant. “To me, it proved to be an enemy,
ever watching and waiting to thwart my accomplishments.
The tale I did relate is but one of many similar instances I could tell to show
how it drove away my opportunities. Tis not difficult to conquer, once
understood. No man willingly permits the thief to rob his bins of grain. Nor
does any man willingly permit an enemy to drive away his customers and
rob him of his profits. When once I did recognize that such acts as these my
enemy was committing, with determination I conquered him. So must every
man master his own spirit of procrastination before he can expect to share
in the rich treasures of Babylon.
“What sayest, Arkad? Because thou art the richest man in Babylon, many
do proclaim thee tobe the luckiest. Dost agree with me that no man can
arrive at a full measure of success until he hath completely crushed the
spirit of procrastination within him?”
“It is even as thou sayest,” Arkad admitted. “During my long life I have
watched generation following generation, marching forward along those
avenues of trade, science and learning that lead to success in life.
Opportunities came to all these men. Some grasped theirs and moved
steadily to the gratification of their deepest desires, but the majority
hesitated, faltered and fell behind.”
Arkad turned to the cloth weaver. Thou didst suggest that we debate good
luck. Let us hear what thou now thinkest upon the subject.”
“I do see good luck in a different light. I had thought of it as something
most desirable that might happen to a man without effort upon his part.
Now, I do realize such happenings are not the sort of thing one may attract
to himself. From our discussion have I learned that to attract good luck to
oneself, it is necessary to take advantage of opportunities. Therefore, in the
future, I shall endeavor to make the best of such opportunities as do come to
me.”
“Thou hast well grasped the truths brought forth in our discussion,” Arkad
replied. “Good luck, we do find, often follows opportunity but seldom
comes otherwise. Our merchant friend would have found great good luck
had he accepted the opportunity the good goddess did present to him. Our
friend the buyer, likewise, would have enjoyed good luck had he completed
the purchase of the flock and sold at such a handsome profit.
“We did pursue this discussion to find a means by which good luck could be
enticed to us. I feel that we have found the way. Both the tales did illustrate
how good luck follows opportunity. Herein lies a truth that many similar
tales of good luck, won or lost, could not change. The truth is this: Good
luck can be enticed by accepting opportunity.
“Those eager to grasp opportunities for their betterment, do attract the
interest of the good goddess. She is ever anxious to aid those who please
her. Men of action please her best .
“Action will lead thee forward to the successes thou dost desire.”

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