We start at the New York Center for the Strange, the group of psychics whose annual predictions are collected and distributer for the benefit of the public. It’s an easy enough organization to remember, but extremely hard to find. I knocked on every door that had any trace of strange connected to it, and did not meet the psychics, but did meet some very interesting people. My partner decided to stay in the hotel we booked, the link’s right here, and enjoy all the amenities, because she had a headache and was tired. I envied her, but she did not meet the people I did.
When I got back to the hotel after my tour of the strange, she asked me some questions about the leather contraptions that I was wearing, there were gifts from my new friends, and then we decided to stay in for the rest of the evening. I love New York. Even when the original plan doesn’t work out, you can always find something even better, or sometimes you just find a distraction that keeps you busy until you realize that it’s either just as good, or that the original search no longer matters. It was important to us, though, to keep trying, so we planned to get in touch with the local Voodoo Master.
Again, his presence was more apparent online that in person, and we thought about enrolling in the course that would teach us secrets that had not been revealed for a couple thousand years. She felt a little funny about it, so she called her Madrina, a daughter of Oshun, to ask for advice. Her Madrina knew she would be calling, so had an answer before they even finished with the small talk. She felt that it was her duty to remind her that we only live for a short time in this world, and to find sweetness where you are. Obba missed so many blessings when she was pining for Shango, she reminded us. I don’t remember what we were looking for originally, and it really doesn’t matter right now, at least from where I stand.
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