The endless parade of unhappy people I see progressing through the doors, or waiting patiently to be fleeced of money by well-meaning, but money-hungry charlatans, was enough to prompt me to do some digging on this issue: is there really any substance to the claims of alternative healers? It's a modest little space, in a crummy old building - and the only male bathroom is on the top-most floor.
The endless barrage of well-wishers and god-botherers has driven me from the sanctuary of my home, and into the not-so-comforting embrace of an office. I have a small confession to make - I no longer work exclusively from home.
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