Old timer
At a recent event, the promoter introduced and named some new people to the circle of vendors, psychics, healers, readers, fakirs, and fakers. She then rattled off a few of the Old timers. She mentioned, off-hand, Yanie, Elaine, and a one or two others, but she didn’t include me.
In part, I have to wonder if that makes me the butt of subtle discrimination — but as a white male, that means I can just join the rest of the world.
K Tower K
“Ibam ibis, feci id.”
Not being named, despite the subtle discrimination, it’s not all bad. Wearing shorts and floral print shirt, sandals, bandana in my hair? Not like I look like the others.
I have introduced myself as “Once I was a medium, but now I’m a large.”
astrofish.net/travel
We’re just having fun here, with possible enlightenment, along the way. Some days are better than others. I am an old timer. Been at this is a while. Not that it means anything, but I have years of road experience. Looked at some vast amount of charts, and while the energies are the same, each and everyone is different.
