by Jean » Mar 5th, '09, 23:28
No this isn't a rant against 'New age' practices. It's a poem by my Dad that I feel you would appreciate more than the scum I live and work with.
Nice place you've got here John.
Full of crystals, pendulums,
and statues of the Buddha carved in plaster.
But what if something happened to,
the content of this shop, or you,
Let this guru offer you the answer.
Invest in our protection plan
it's not a rip off, nor a scam
It's more a psychic hedge against disaster.
Brought to you with courtesy
of Gandalf him, and Merlin me
Known collectively as new age gangsters.
And for a purely token fee,
me and Gandalf guarantee,
that you will find the peace for which you hanker.
But if perhaps you cannot pay
what can we say, you may one day
be made the victim of some playful prankster.
Who might snuff out your inner light
deprive your third eye of its sight
release your inner child... and give it asthma
regress you to a former life
in which you are your own ex wife
Turn your aura black and block your chakras
form Penzance all the way to Clywd
people have been de-feng shuied
do you get our meaning and our mantra?
It's not a promise nor a threat
its more a sort of psychic bet
A life once full of angst could yet turn angster
Check the i ching, throw the tarot
we'll be back again tomorrow
go violently is our desiderata
But visualize in pouring rain
A gravestone, and, beneath your name,
"His dogma was run over by our karma".
John Dowie.
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Jean on Mar 5th, '09, 23:54, edited 1 time in total.
Invoke not reason. In the end it is too small a deity.