Cape Town seems to be besieged by an inordinate proportion of assorted snake oil salesmen, amply complemented by an almost endless supply of suckers. In this light, I draw your attention to yet another happy horde of hucksters whose main shtick is “angel reading,” besides, that is, exploiting gullible dupes, self-aggrandisement and dispensing much saccharine touchy-feely, warm-and-fuzzy rhetoric.
These “angel practitioners and helpers” do this in the name of “spiritual work,” which they say helps others, and must therefore not be judged, especially by grouchy old sceptics such as I who demand some actual evidence in support of their claims. Otherwise they can be rightfully judged to be little more than rip-off artists, bereft of any honour or decency, or severely deluded, or possibly both. So let’s start with the existence of these angelic entities, shall we? In the meantime, perhaps one of them would like to buy one of these little aluminium foil beads that I rolled earlier today and then blessed with the Healing Quantum Harmonics of Resonant Gluon Binding Energy, which can cure anything and whatever ails one – only R250.00, instructions included, but hurry, stocks are limited!
No doubt, they will have some smarmy, mealy-mouthed, self-serving idiom in which to frame my doubt – something along the lines of my not being ready to see or similar. Well, as long as the “evidence” consists exclusively of their individual and collective say-so, they’ll have to either put up with occasional needling or otherwise admit that they’re talking out of the backs of their heads.
The latter probably will never happen, though, at least not as long as the cash keeps rolling in.
'Luthon64