I am a Mystic. I am qualified to reflect, repent, reboot.
Reality is not my J.O.B., Joy of Being. I did not want to call myself a mystic, as it seemed unlikely or silly, because I was a Modern Girl of the Mid-20th Century and we were scientific folk. We scoffed at woo woo, wonderment and all forms of vulnerability, because - too raw.
We need to know.. Ho…
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