What the Bleep?
Arthur Brash | August 24, 2007 | 22:15There 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.
Wow…I love the bluntness (really!). Under the ground and inspiring the cabbages—I’ll have to remember that one!
Maybe I’m not that nice after all… but maybe a grin from a visitor or two makes up for it. :)
I didn’t know you were such a Scarlett Johanssen fan. :) Although, given the kinds of dreams you have, if you’re worried about them coming true then perhaps you should find new fodder for your brain…
lol. Thanks for the comment. Now I know what to answer my mom when she asks “What did Larissa say when you wrote that?” She didn’t seem too satisfied with “separate the artist from the art”. :)