The conspiracy crash

The ebb & flow of belief, part seven

I was in England with my mother. I was sitting on the bed beneath the down duvet in the apartment we rented in Oxford with my morning coffee and the windows open. I opened up my laptop and saw that one the pages I followed on Facebook had a new post up. This woman was an energy healer. She was a bit older than me and I liked the way she talked about collective energies. This post, however, was different. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen from her.

This is installment number seven of my series on the ebb and flow of belief. If you’d like to continue to read this series, please consider supporting my work by becoming a paid subscriber. I’d be deeply grateful.