If you’ve ever been to a beach town in the US, there are a few staple stores that everyone expects to be there, like bars and restaurants, an ice cream shop, gift shops selling trinkets and tee-shorts, and most likely a hippy run crystal shop (btw, I ain’t got nothin’ against hippies, love ‘em). I’m sure you know the kind, selling crystals and tarot cards, sage sticks for burning away bad spirits and the like, again, chances are you’ve been in one.

No harm in a little spiritual well wishing, right?

The issue is that people actually believe that shit. There’s many reasons why.

First of all, most people seeking the divine are at the same time avoiding the religions they grew up with, like churches. Modern peeps don’t want old fogey mothball smelling god stuff, they want pretty crystals and great smelling incense. They want stuff that matches their decor or invigorates their environments with a sense of ‘well-being’ on the right side of good versus evil. But what they really want is GvsE Lite.

They want Halloween with candy, not The Exorcist fucking your brain up, know what I mean?

They want their spirituality ‘Lord of the Ring’ style with hot elves, not boring smelly people in robes like ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’.

Even brilliant shows like ‘The Chosen’ have stirred the spirits of millions of people and for good reason, but it lasts just so long before they go back to wanting the easier versions of life in the spiritual fast lane.

They convince themselves that what they’re doing is good enough with thoughts and conversations like, “I’m a spiritual person” or “I’ll come over with some wine and we’ll burn the sage stick and you’ll get all that bad boyfriend energy out of your life for good’. Seriously, that’s how it goes (and you know it.).

For all people seeking things beyond, doesn’t matter if it’s Christian or Hippy Mama and Papa, there’s a built-in default escape hatch that reads, ‘someone else believes in this shit so maybe there’s some truth to it’. Add some corroborating evidence like bumps in the night, aka the cat scaring the shout out of you, and they’re all set. The opposite is just as true for those who see how hokey it is, they throw out the baby with the bath water and seek nothing instead.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again, if any of that hippy nonsense was real, we’d be selling it alongside eggs and milk at the grocery store.

“Honey, pick up some eggs on the way home and don’t forget the amethyst, we’re running low, love ya.”

Selling snake oil is as old as snakes, and they’ve been around since the dinosaurs. These distractions imprison lazy souls from achieving anything other than bullshit, plain and simple.

It serves man’s needs for greedy easy targets and gullible lazy people, not true seekers of God.

Sorry to spoil the fun…

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