What the Bleep?
Friday, August 24th, 2007There I was, sipping my tea, comfortable, with a wall of pixels before me, reading up on The Secret dogma. The Secret, The Opus (about to invade our planet, “building on The Secret foundations”), What the Bleep Do We Know? - the whole lot of them with the quacks on stage and their diploma mill credentials… when the phone rang. On the line, The Secret’s biggest proponent I personally know, a self appointed life coach ready to sell advice for five digit dollar figures - leather couch sold separately.
“Daria, I was just thinking of you” - cough, wheeze, tea coming out of my nose.
The proof was right before me, filling my ear with non-sense I’d pay not to hear. Alas, I am Canadian, too bloody nice to tell Daria she’s useless on top of the ground and ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages.
This episode is the most evidence I have for any claims laid by the Law of Attraction phonies. Sure, it’s anecdotal, circumstantial, statistically insignificant - but maybe I’m just being negative. What I’ll try instead is dreaming of Scarlett Johansson. I can’t wait until she calls.