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In '99, I had a safe travel mojo bag fingered by airport security on the way to Cape Town -- and even though it was an international flight, he didn't go through it. It's in a black velvet bag about the size of half my palm, with a big silver pentagram on it, and I just gave him the eye. (Oh the days when you could travel with safety pins.)
I accidentally came to San Francisco with a bag -- a ziplog baggie - of salvia. Like, a little bit of green leafy matter at the bottom of a ziploc. No one noticed.
(For me, if I don't know I am doing something that would alert the authorities, or forget, I do so much better.)
Avoid your shoes. :P And honestly, if they do open something, do whatever visualization/energy work you need to contain your mojo and just recalibrate later, as needed. There's only one mojo bag I have that is irreplaceable, and that's never come with me on flights. (Though I am suppose I am lucky to have never been pulled over when driving back from Pagan gatherings... I never thought about it.) |
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