At the barter fair I met a woman selling San Pedro cactuses. She said they were a doorway to peace and clarity. She said if she didn’t hide her parallel reality, they (the folks in the current reality) would medicate her. I would guess her age to be somewhere between 50-60 years old. She was pretty in a mystical, peaceful way, with clear eyes that looked to the horizon.
I met her again at the buffalo burger stand. She told me not to hold a grudge against anyone then she started talking about the government and the revolutionary war and the English and something about gold. Then she finished her burger, smiled, and danced away to join the drumming circle.
