A white robe.
E45 cream and smooth palms that have never done a proper day's graft, ever.
Toe rings.
A cat called Jung.
A teepee, complete with dream-catchers, finger bell chimes and a harem of previously itinerant young women who you're secretly dosing daily with various psychedelic and dissociative drugs to keep them compliant and malleable. A few of them are heavily pregnant with your children, so you make those ones do any/all communal plantation work to show the others you're not to be trifled with.
Chlamydia, undiagnosed.
Narcissistic personality disorder, diagnosed, but you refuse any inter-muscular antipsychotic medication injections from the shrink in order to embrace and scry the seething inner-life sphere, aka know thyself first.