Posted at 03:39h
I like to pretend I’m not woo woo but between you and me, I’m full of crap.
I poo poo the wackos who unblock chi by ohming
into their chakras. I question the motives of the people who take pilgrimages to Dharamsala. I feel sorry for the people who continually plop down credit cards to pay for endless “Harnessing the Law of Attraction” workshops in the hopes of manifesting the BMW they always wanted.
In my darkest, most cynical moments, these poor souls are lost sheep in search of a shepherd—someone or something who can lead them out of the briar patch into a new, less prickly life. I judge them as irrational nuts but, ladies and gentlemen, the hard truth is—I’m one of them.
Yes, indeed. There is no denying it now because a few weeks back, I picked up the phone and called — wait for it — an Animal Communicator.
AN ANIMAL INTUITIVE.
What, dare I ask, is woo wooier than that?