I spent three months with a buyer who had one requirement: the house had to "face the right direction." Not for solar panels. Not for morning light in the kitchen. For his "energy consultant" who apparently needed to approve the home's alignment with some cosmic grid I've never heard of. We found a gorgeous four-bedroom, updated everything, perfect neighborhood, well under budget. His energy consultant visited, walked around the backyard with what I can only describe as dowsing rods, and declared the house was "seventeen degrees off from prosperity." Seventeen degrees. So we kept looking. Found another great option. This time it was "too close to a ley line." The third house had "aggressive earth energy" coming from the basement. I don't even know what that means. After twelve rejected properties, he finally found one his consultant approved. Put in an offer. Got outbid by ten thousand dollars. He told me it wasn't meant to be because Mercury was in retrograde and we should pause the search for six weeks. That was two months ago. He just texted me asking if I'm "still available" because Saturn moved. I'm an atheist now.