In the end, I guess it's not such a bad trade-off, I've made:
The white NewAgers of The West get to use your "mainstream" cult of unexamined ignorance to approvingly spout nonsense for years, act as superior as a high school clique, publicly harass and humiliate me for disagreeing, and generally make my life difficult.
I - on the other hand - get to be right:
Which may not seem like much, but being right also means - once all the time, money, and effort you put into living wrong kills you - I also get one other life enhancement white NewAgers don't:
The joy of dancing on your graves,…