Friday, November 13, 2026
A manifestation guru may advise that anxiety “causes” a situation to worsen.
Now, I have a new problem: not only am I anxious about it working out, I’m anxious because my anxiety seems to be preventing it from working out. This is the double bind, or worry squared.
Faith “works” in a similar, insidious way.
“Things worked out because you have faith,” says the priest. That means my faith was directly correlated with something I call “in my favor.” That is until that favor is pulled. And so faith makes mountains move… sometimes. But we still must deal with the pesky “exceptions.”
So a sinister “force” is born. Faith coerces God, as so it is taught.
The story is always the same: the reason why something isn’t fruiting is because you are “clamped up” and you need to “buckle down.” Your worry coerces nothing. Take some more Dulcolax, say a few more Hail Mary’s, and call me in the morning. Still no results? Keep “working” on your faith. This insidious, confessional mindset keeps you spinning on a wheel called “trying to manifest.” The sky god will eventually hear you and when your supplication doesn’t work? Keep supplicating?
In a drought, does worry constipate the sky? How would you know if your anxiety were preventative and your faith productive? We could never prove that faith, or the so-called lack of it, moves the bowels of hell, when hell is breaking loose every day. Pinning this down is like scooping the air in your fist.
Does rain dancing “release” rain? It releases me from being “full of shit” about coercion.
I don’t believe in fairy “tails.” I just twerk mine, and it makes me feel better about what won’t budge.
If faith moves anything, it’s my sorry, mountainous, lazy ass, and a mind stuck on a story of being stuck.
That’s when things really star’ twerking.