I'm of irish and polish blood and was destined to be a Shaman or Druid or Spirit caller, but got raised on Buddha and Native American lore.

And then a medicine man, chief, WW2 veteran and 8'th degree black belt decided to appropriate my family to get away from His, and my mom's his Servant now.

Not in any Legal sense, mind. My mom's one of the Sidhe and plural like me, so she's got one of those Fae Life Debts going on.

So all the local fae and cryptids treat me like I'm this weird supernatural creature, a white shaman. They're used to white folks being blind, deaf and dumb.

And don't get me wrong, get plenty of the Celtic spirits contacting me too, it's just upsetting when a Tote Bag full of Native American Goodies gets forwarded to you because your Mom won't accept paying.