I recently travelled from San Francsico to England, Spain and France and back.  Going through customs and security varies. The USA being by far the most intense.

I’d think everything was off and out and yet I couldn’t get through the gateway without getting stopped.

it was my “religious” charms setting off the alarms; the guardian angel of dubious, now dull brown medal, given to me at birth and the, bought in Bali, circle dedicated to a Hindu Goddess of creativity. They share a gold chain and are messing things up and at every portal. They and my silver & crystal mala from Amma.

“Oh Yeah, and these.” I say as i lift them off my neck and over my head, into the plastic tray.

Without my charms of hope and belief, I pass easily through.