I have an eclectic sense of mysticism and spirituality. I don't care about gods or spirits, per se, they do their job & ignore me; I do mine and politely ignore them.

I care about the ghosts that haunt us.

My shrine is for the dead. Nearly every other day of the year it's boxed up, never on display. On May 8th I clean the components and spend the time with the dead.

Today, however I had a guest, Oliver was curious, sitting next to me the whole time wondering what each item was. 1/2

So I spent the day with him sitting in the adjacent chair, letting him sniff the old relics, telling him stories, and generally sharing with him. He didn't like the incense, but wanted to examine and mark everything else. Which he did. lol

Maybe the others enjoyed the company too. Most of them liked cats.

Here he is after we'd finished, sleeping.