Crock.

Because honestly people.

You’re quite sure your back shed’s haunted, but the ghost is rather civil;

And your auntie’s prayer group made her ductal carcinoma shrivel;

Since you saw a reiki therapist your chakras have improved;

And a feng shui master helped you plan your lounge room when you moved;

When it’s Friday the 13^th you chuck a sickie, just in case;

And you’re certain that your night cream’s taken decades off your face.

You stick candles in your ears to clear out toxins. Sounds legit.

Now excuse me please for saying so, but what a crock of shit.