I’m Kat and I get annoyed.
This week’s topic of annoyance is snake oil salesmen. Healers in wolves’ clothing. False prophets.
See, here’s the thing:
As logical and linear and stubborn as I am, I’m also crystals, candles, intuition, energy, and shamanic journeying meditations. I have a real problem, though, with folks who pick up a shiny rock and instantly call themselves a healer, a prophet, a light worker, a shaman, whatever. You can’t buy intuition. You can’t shortcut to your higher self or the astral plane with your MasterCard, baby. Doesn’t work like that.
Even if you are gifted with intuition or healing hands, you need some training. You need some kind of education or apprenticeship or even dedicated study and solo practice, but there’s no express line. You can’t hang a pendant around your neck on Friday, get a snazzy tat, throw on a toe ring, and hang out your shingle Monday. That’s reckless. You don’t know what you’re toying with, and we don’t go tinkering around in these realms willy-nilly. Bad things can happen, and that’s not a threat: it’s a flippin’ guarantee that you’ll screw something or someone (maybe yourself) up dispensing bullshit wisdom, leaving portals open, or exercising idiocy in the name of swindling a buck out of unwitting consumers.
We’re in Asheville for gawd’s sake. You wanna learn some reiki acupuncture manifestation raw foods folk magic sound bowl massage crystal healing herbal tincture candle spell transcendental meditation juju? Leave your house: you’ll fall over opportunities to learn and grow in this town. For safety’s sake, may you been seen as who and what you are so no one is harmed by your greedcentric foolishness (so mote it be, so mote it be, so mote it be, and so it is).