GOLD BRICKS

So I handed this reply to someone who fancied themselves as some sort of mystical / New-agey messenger:

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You really need to give up the googely eyed man of mystery act... Seriously... You are epitomizing new-age douchebaggery with the skit you are trying to trip on.

Speaking (typing) in a manner that attempts to come across as mystical and mysterious, only paints the presenter out as disingenuous and manipulative... In an attempt to make themselves look / feel important (if only to themselves)

I love the way Aleister Crowley put it in his 'THE BOOK OF LIES'

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GOLD BRICKS
Teach us Your secret, Master! yap my Yahoos.
Then for the hardness of their hearts, and for the softness of their heads, I taught them Magick.
But... alas!
Teach us Your real secret, Master! how to become invisible, how to acquire love, and oh! beyond all, how to make gold.
But how much gold will you give me for the Secret of Infinite Riches?
Then said the foremost and most foolish; Master, it is nothing; but here is an hundred thousand pounds.
This did I deign to accept, and whispered in his ear this secret:
A SUCKER IS BORN EVERY MINUTE.

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But here's the thing - It ain't gonna work here... So stop pretending that you are some kind of Human Tarot Deck (a scam that is simply a gypsies ploy to begin with).

Nobody believes it.
If you need to convince people otherwise... Look for victims, such as those who are fresh out of drug rehab... But not here.

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I love the way Aleister Crowley put it in his *'THE BOOK OF LIES'*
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*GOLD BRICKS*
*Teach* us Your secret, Master! yap my Yahoos.
*Then* for the hardness of their hearts, and for the softness of their heads, I taught them Magick.
*But...* alas!
*Teach* us Your real secret, Master! how to become invisible, how to acquire love, and oh! beyond all, how to make gold.
*But* how much gold will you give me for the Secret of Infinite Riches?
*Then* said the foremost and most foolish; Master, it is nothing; but here is an hundred thousand pounds.
*This* did I deign to accept, and whispered in his ear this secret:
*A SUCKER IS BORN EVERY MINUTE.*