I have long held an interest in eastern practices. I am fascinated with Chinese medicine and acupuncture. At a recent fair, I subjected myself to a very painful neck and shoulder massage from a small, but incredibly strong, Asian man that had me feeling terrific soon after the pain subsided.
And feng shui? Perhaps my longest unrequited fascination. How can energy flow through a house, an office, or even a room or even even even a desk, make such a difference to wealth, health and relation ships. I have read monumental claims from feng shui practitioners and read incredible testimonials from clients whose lives have changed by moving furniture.
I am a lover of Asian food and a frequent diner at many Chinese restaurants around town. One of my favourite haunts was owned by a man named Mr Lee. He sold the business, but he ran his very successful restaurant for more than 25 years. I asked him was he always so successful. He told me that years earlier, he had nearly lost it all. When he was about to lose it all, he was told of a famous Feng Shui master who was visiting Australia. He decided to make contact and arranged for the master to visit his ailing business.
The appointed time came and Mr Lee had borrowed the $8,000 fee to have this master attend his restaurant. The master walked in, took a quick look and said, ‘you move cash register from there to here,” as he pointed to the opposite side of the restaurant. The master turned and left, with Mr Lee chasing him. Mr Lee was very upset that he paid $8,000 to be told simply to move his cash register, but he got no further satisfaction and no refund!
Another $8000 in debt and nothing more to lose, Mr Lee moved his cash register…. and never looked back! his restaurant became profitable and Mr Lee became very wealthy.
So I thought to myself, why not experience some feng shui for me. I found a ‘master’ and viewed her website. I sent an email asking a specific questions and unfortunately, she ignored my questions, preferring to promote her own ‘feng shui’ seminar at $148 as her desired method of making my acquaintance.
Naturally, I questioned her motives. I was then made to feel guilty. Of course she was not wanting my money. I asked her why she did not answer my questions. Sadly, I have had no response. What the feng shui was that all about? I have to ask myself. That’s one ‘master’ who moved her cash register into my face in lieu of giving me a straight answer. In lieu of giving me any answer.
I’m looking for a great feng shui practitioner in Sydney Aus. One who has enough Qi to answer simple questions and have me as a client.
Fat bastard – out
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