Let me sum up the following post in one word:
AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
If you can’t figure out from incisive and condensed comment what I’m talking about, I’ll elaborate (but only a bit, because I’m low on oxygen from screaming at the top of my lungs for the last 5 minutes).
I’ve said before that the surest sign that some transformational technology is complete crap (and, my apologies to crap for lumping it in with what I’m about to mention), is when you start seeing all the “advanced” variations of the technology, for when the basic technology doesn’t work.
Visualizing not working? Try it while hyperventilating or at the moment of orgasm or while riding a pogo stick through a vat of Jello while sining the national anthem of Lichtenstein backwards on helium.
No luck figuring out how your childhood issues caused your current inability to have the perfect relationship? Well, that’s because the real issue happened during your birth. Oh, no, wait, while you were in utero. No, sorry, at conception… oops… really when you were in your 13th past life as a slime mold (keeping the Jello theme going) in the Octulus galaxy near the 3rd ringed planet from the 4th smallest sun… or was it when you were Cleopatra? Anyway…
Feng Shui-ed your house but still not earning millions of dollars working 4 hours per week doing something you love while saving the world? How ’bout going to b-school, getting a job with a hedge fund and not worrying about your house, which you won’t ever see because you’re spending too much time making and spending your Billions of dollars.
Okay, well, with enough fanfare, here’s the news:
As if all of the featured players of The Secret having their “super advanced secret to making the Secret work that all the other players in The Secret wanted me to keep secret” products weren’t proof enough that “Ask. Believe. Receive.” is really “Ask. Believe. DEceive.” it’s now official:
http://www.beyondthesecret.me
I won’t even justify this P.O.S. with a live link.
But I ADORE that the domain name is an “me“.
The only thing that I find redeeming about the latest in the “your fleeting thoughts change the molecules of the universe” series is that while the first movie fairy-tale featured a veritable Who’s Who of the New Age, this one is populated by a Who? Who? of B-listers (other than Bob Proctor who, in THIS life, seems to be a slime mold… and again, my apologies to slime mold).
Just when I thought T.S. had run its course and I was done explaining how when The Secret *seems* to work is nothing but our bad probabilistic thinking combined with 100,000 year old cognitive biases, now I need to gird up for round two.
Off to buy a new belt for the girding…
