All Those who Believe in Telekinesis, Raise my Hand

That headline up there? It isn’t mine. It belongs to comedian Emo Phillips, but I like it very much indeed and it is a great one to start off todays conversation.

Skepticism starts when you question why Santa was in one Shopping Centre, and then you see him again on a street corner a few minutes later. When you question your authoritative figure as to why this is, you are generally given some sort of vague explanation before the subject is quickly changed.

Well, that is what happened to me anyway. That was the moment that the seed of doubt was planted, that all in the world was not as it would appear. And then they fell, one by one.

The Easter Bunny, gone. So was the Tooth Fairy, but Santa was always the first to flee one’s young imagination. But strangely, the boogieman stayed around for a few more years, just to keep me on my toes…

I spent a few years in my 20’s being very suspicious at the world. I suppose you could have called me a skeptic. Being a skeptic was safe, but it was also a pretty grey way to live. Don’t get me wrong! The world needs skeptics to keep questioning theories and authorities. I just found it fairly exhausting to live in a negative space. So I opened my mind up a little to the universe and something was there.


A few years ago, I was travelling to a funeral of a dear friend with some mates, when I thought it might be a good idea to ask the spirit guides to help us get through what was going to be a tough day. So I asked them if they wanted to join in.

There was silence for about ten seconds, which was then followed by howls of laughter.

Jo and Shelley, I will never forget your reaction. molls.

I told them to piss off, and told them that my spirit guides told them to piss off also, and I sulked. I do not actually know whom my spirit guides are, but I know that they are around. When we arrived, I offered them a squirt of my Rescue Remedy, and again they both squealed with glee. I was in the company of confirmed skeptics.

Being a confirmed skeptic is actually very hard work, as far as I can tell. All of that questioning, research, reading theories and dissecting missing variables. Imagine being a Doomsday Prepper? All that angst and jumping to the worse case scenario. Mind you, if what they think is going to happen, actually happens I will be banging on the bunker door for a tin of beans, no doubt.

But right now I ain’t got no time for that! *finger snap head tilt jut hip.* I choose to go the other way.

The way that could very well have me laughed off this very screen. 

I go with my gut feeling. Whenever I am placed in a situation that appears to be a difficult one, or might have a very unpleasant outcome, I search inside my guts and stuff until it appears. Your first instinct is usually right.

Try journalling your thoughts. Write down your problems onto a piece of paper and try not to throw them through the washing machine and if you do accidentally throw them through the washing machine, take it as a sign that they were really not that important to you in the first place.

Meditate! My favorite. If like me, your mind runs at a thousand miles and hour, you need to stop and calm that motherfucker down. Spending time clearing your mind is a great gift that you can give yourself.

You might be a skeptic, or you might be a believer. Either way, I think we can all take something away from the marvelous Edina Monsoon, who said…

“Well, darling, just try to be little bit less Western in your thinking, if you can, please. I mean, you realize, of course, that in Zen terms everything in the universe is just molecules, don’t you? Ying and yong, ping and pong… Mmm? You know that, darling? These are my molecules and that’s your little clump of molecules over there, sweetie. I mean, in real terms, there’s no difference between me and the coffee, me and the table, me and a tree, me and Madonna, for God’s sake!”

How woo-woo* are you?

*concerned with emotions, mysticism, or spiritualism; other than rational or scientific; mysterious; new agey.


  • Not very ‘woo-woo’ at all… Have a cousin who went all ‘spiritual’ around the time my mother died, and kept reassuring me that it was all OK, cos she’d seen and talked with Mum and Mum knew – apparently – that I’d be just fine. As with the people I didn’t know who showed up at the funeral and informed me that Mum was in a better place now, I didn’t find that at all useful.
    I’m a practicing Jew. I believe in God – a god I can argue and disagree with in the time-honoured Jewish tradition. I don’t have all the answers – well, I don’t really have many answers. But the thing that has resonated with me most in recent times (of which I was reminded when it screened on TV a few weeks back) was that perfect quote from The Very Best Marigold Hotel, “It will be all right in the end… If it is not all right, it is not yet the end.” Which, for me, is all about living as well as I can NOW – which is also very much the way of Judaism.

  • Donna

    I am science based, I am skeptical.

    Until my mother told me to check the baby.

    Baby was quite blue-ish and getting worse.
    Mum was in heaven, having been dead at that stage for three years.

    Still hear her voice. It was so real, at the time I thought why can’t you check the baby I’ve just sat down.

    PS Baby is 7 now and all good.

  • Deb

    In April 2016 we were sitting around trying to open my mum’s suitcase because mum had forgotten its 3 number combination lock. Sitting there in front of the suitcase, which hadn’t been used or opened since 2012, when my mum and dad had gone overseas, we were joking that we should ‘ask dad what the number was’ (my dad died in 2015). Mum looked up to the heavens and said in frustration ‘Oh Raymond, what’s the number?’ She then looked at us and asked ‘How old were the girls in 2012?’, meaning my three children. We tried the number (10, 8, 8). It worked.

    I reckon there’s room in everyone’s life for a little woo-woo.

  • I loved that headline – brilliant!

    I’m equal parts woo-woo and skeptic. The older I get the more of each I become. And thank you so very much for spelling moll correctly. x

  • I’m more woo than I used to be and I’m liking it. I have been too analytical and practical for my own good at times. So, I might be less likely to want to know all the FACTS M’am (just the facts, that is a movie line too) and be prepared to accept what is. This is me after become more interested in “what makes us humans tick” and it’s not all in books! Love meditation, time spent in nature and learning that not everything can be explained but can be felt! A great post! And rescue remedy never hurt no-one! I always have it somewhere around me.. for those times!

  • Lifeandlentils

    I’m all about the gut, it’s rarely wrong.
    If you love Bach’s Rescue Remedy consider branching out to the Bach Flower Essence ‘Elm’ That stuff is the bomb-diggity when you are overwhelmed and the mountain in front of you feels insurmountable.

  • I’m getting more woo woo widiculous as I get older. The skeptic is still there, but with some essential oils rubbed on her wrist while getting some reiki done.

  • I’m very woo woo. My latest obsession is that we live in a matrix video game. I love Edina’s quote. It sort of fits my theory.

  • ladybird73

    No woo. Being a skeptic is actually no hard work at all! Not believing in things that are patently ridiculous is a snap. The things you report above as being woo though, following your gut and meditating, aren’t woo though.
    Your brain is always recording everything you see and hear, but our recall is imperfect. What woosters call ‘intuition’ is just taking the time to allow your clever brain to put together all the pieces it’s gathered and reach a conclusion that if you really thought about it you’d actually be able to explain.
    Meditation is an extremely well researched tool used by mental health professionals to assist in the treatment of a myriad of disorders.
    Once an alternative medicine or therapy is properly researched and trialled and proven to work, it becomes science! It’s the insistence on woosters on hanging onto stuff that is conclusively bullcrap that is frustrating and sometimes dangerous.