It was the 69th day of the journey. A miraculous stone fell from the heavens onto the Shaman's head as he was wandering through the Jungle of Thoughts. He went into a deep trance as soon as the rock made contact with his skull and awakened in a bowl of dreams. When his past and future merged, a black hole was formed, allowing him to see "reality" as it actually is. In this matrix of dreams, each and every line represented a different Lucid letter in the Dream Alphabet. Each and every line told a different story, and each of those stories were connected with each other in some way or another. Just like the life itself. Although it appeared to be in chaos, there was also order in that chaos. Now he was able to see that. What a lovely thing the life was. What a powerful thing was dreaming. And how lovely was it to be awake in your lucid life.
A mysterious entity referred to as the Modabom resided in the land of unbound winds. Modabom was an extraterrestrial being that lived within a mushroom. His presence was of joy and his words was of dreams. On a sunny day in Nowhere Land, a frog named Zath kissed the Modabom, at the exact same second where a purple raindrop fell onto the Earth from the heavens. In that instant, the frog's distorted reality transformed the jungle's existence, and a whole new "idea" was born. The idea was the dream; the dream was the seed; and the seed was the start of a new reality.
On the soft sand of the ethereal Moonlit Desert, the Shaman was strolling. His rhythmic drumbeats resonated with the whispers of spirits, guiding him through the cosmic labyrinth of his mind. The Shaman found a sacred cactus, that was glowing at night. Approaching the vivid plant, he noticed himself slipping into other dimensions. In each realm, he encountered spirits embodying nature's elements—earth, wind, fire, and water. They told tales of disturbance in the balance, urging The Shaman to restore harmony. The Shaman realized that he could not fully embody the light unless he acknowledged the darkness within. He then recited an old poem in a whisper and said: "Two eyes see one."
The Shaman was in deep slumber for too long. His discoveries of the layers behind the layers led him to even more layers. Even though the Shaman was aware that this was an endless cycle, he couldn't help but be amazed by all the miracles that might be concealed behind each closed door. He was free, even if he had lost all sense of space, time, and himself. In this dreamlike state, the Shaman encountered spirits that whispered ancient wisdom into his ears. They led him through various levels of existence, telling stories of lost worlds and untold secrets. He started seeing as soon as he closed his eyes... Dreams folded into dreams. Days into nights. Nights into days. Minutes. Hours. Years. He was finally awake in his waking life!
On the 48th day of the journey, The Child entered the Cave of Wonders. He walked all the way down to the Circle of Shambala and sat in the center. This holy circle was built by The Ancients and it was the center of all existence in the galaxy. The Child opened his two arms and said: "There are many things on this island that we perceive, but just cannot tell. However, at this moment in time, I feel like I am one with it all. I have found a new way of communicating with life as a whole. I can sense the trees, I can talk with the animals, I move like the wind and flow like a river. That feeling might be transient, but I think it's what I live for."
It was the Day 58 of the journey, when the great and mighty WaveMaker decided to visit the Lost Jungle. The crazy spirit deity landed on the pitch beside the shamanic camp and with his 7 singing buddies. The 7 buddies tied to her 8 additional eyes and wuala! They were ready to party. One of the 7 buddies gave the baseline... The other started the kicks... the other the flute... WaveMaker cleaned his throat and started to sing the "Song of Void". The 4 buddies were the choir. It was a beautiful sight, but was that music? The answer came from the tribesmen, they came running to the party and they all connected with the WaveMaker's vibe. It was a "no brain, no pain, let's dance" kind of blessed moment. They all danced until the sunrise.
On Day 60 of the journey, Nowhere Man was walking alone in the Forest of Dreams singing the song that the Beetles wrote for him. "He's a real nowhere man... Sitting in his nowhere land... Making all his nowhere plans for nobody..." He was happy! He did not have a reason to be happy, but also he didn't need one... Nowhere Man was glad he was alive. He was in love with this forest. The sun was shining. The weather was good... but that was yet another song... so he just kept on singing his own song: "Doesn't have a point of view.... Knows not where he's going to.... Isn't he a bit like you and me?" Awakened Shamanic Bugs realized that he was a prisoner of his own name and came to his rescue. The Waking Green placed a seed of Awareness in his mouth, at the exact second the 8-Ball showed an 8 on its screen and WUALA! That did the trick. ... it was over.
On the 65th day of the journey, deep within the Seventh Sea, lay an island known as Nassau. This place was a realm of mystery and excitement, where myths were born. Within this captivating land, The Shaman made a remarkable discovery within a hidden cave; he discovered an ancient wisdom previously unknown to humanity. Drawing upon this ancient knowledge, The Shaman established the Order of Calypso. The Order of Calypso was a sacred brotherhood, composed of diverse individuals who shared a unique bond and a common purpose. Though this purpose remained unnamed, it was meant to be experienced rather than spoken. As a result, these individuals gathered daily within the temple named "The Tavern", to perform the Dance of the Gods in harmony. As time went by, as outsiders visit the island, more and more people joined the dance. None of the outsiders asked "how?". They knew the dance from birth... or they felt like it... so they kust danced. Day & night. Winter & summer.
This was Day 64 of the journey... some say... "What was the purpose of naming time in this universe?" thought the Shaman, as they walked through the Forest of Dreams. He raised his head and looked up at the heavens. There he saw the shifting gate of the clouds. Clouds were the captions of an endless movie. They would always tell stories. The shaman calmed his head with these visions, while they were walking. After climbing a rugged hill of glowing rocks, the shaman and his companion found the ancient fountain they were looking for. This fountain was placed above a sacred hill, and its waters were said to be somewhat magical. When they drank the magic waters, the time bent again and they had relived everything they had in reverse order and woke up in their bed with a big smile. They looked at each other and kissed. This was the love they were looking for.
It was the Season of the Bears in the Lost Jungle. The Great White Beasts of the Ancients were running free and hunting the lost souls in the darkness of the everlasting nights. People tried to fight back in the early days. However, after some months they got tired and chosen to hide in their caves. This unfortunate event caused a beautiful thing thou. It started a new age of cave drawings. In the Day 53, The Shaman of Neverlands decided to make a painting. He was inspired by the "Book of Morpheus" that he had read a couple of days ago. The Shaman raised his hands and spoken the magic words of the ancient spell: "Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot." ... and it all
It was the 52nd Day of the journey, when LeiLa came down from the skies above and landed on a random green rock, hidden in the Lost Jungle. Leila was an old soul. She was the “Deity of Flow” and there was a reason she was visiting the Neverlands. The Shaman was having hard times in the Lost Jungle. The Serpents of the Gaia were acting crazy lately. May be it was their ancient senses or there was some other kind of problem that he could not figure out. The Shaman summoned Leila exactly for this reason. Leila took a long breath and started singing the Song of Life. The Shamanic bugs came by and joined the chant. After a little while, The Serpents of the Gaia slowly raised their heads from the ground. The Shaman climbed on top of Leila's trunk and helped the Mother Serpent to cool down. The White Rabbit took a long peaceful breath. Finally all was one & one was all. And all was good...
It was the 50th Day of the journey, when the Shaman of the Lost Island, stumbled upon the Shroomaboom. This was a giant mushroom, which was living since the first day of times. Shroomaboom had three souls and many eyes. It also was the source of inspiration of all the magicians, some of the actors, many writers and even some prophets... Knowing all this, the Shaman was shaking with anxiety. He took long breaths to calm himself down. After easing his mind, under the crescent moon, the Shaman reached to touch the Shroomaboom. When he raised his hand, the Shroomaboom began to giggle and small Voidboomies emerged from the ground and began to watch what was going on... Shroomaboom, channeled its soul into a serpent and reached the Shaman... however, no one knows what happened next. After that day, the Shaman was grown a thousand years. He saw the universe from the eyes of the holy being and nothing was the same ever again.
The doors of perception were unlocked on the night of day 62. The third eye of the Shaman began to shine, when the winds of the eastern illumination struck the western psychic storms. The light-emitting hole of the wall of reality started to crack and dilate. From the rift of existence, numerous unknown creatures had emerged. It was a magical wild fire of dreams. The beings of all existences began to collide with each other in this shamanic fire. When things were almost out of control, the shaman started to sing an old song to the fire and all the beings slowly calmed down. When the shaman got the attention he wanted, he took a deep breath and said: "Things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life. He is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." And all became one with the Shaman.
It was the 57th day of the journey, when the four buddies from the Jungle Folk decided to travel to Flux Mountain. They traveled 6 days and 6 nights through the Jungle of Conciseness and finally reached the skirts of Flux Mountain. They camped and right before the sunrise, they hopped onto their flying balls and searched the Wonder Flower all day long. However, it was just when they were ready to give up, they saw a glowing light on the horizon. It was the Wonder Flower. The four buddies of the Jungle Folk cheered with joy and connected with the plant. The Wonder Flower had a direct connection with the core of the Jungle. The four buddies filled their bags with all the unseen dreams and traveled back home with big smiles on their faces.
When all the moments clashed into one, the existence restarted itself. At first an eternal dolphin cry was heard even in the most hidden corners of the Lost Jungle. The old pathfinder ants began to crawl inside the Mountains of Maddness, searching for the snakes and spiders... Just when green tear drop fell of the smiling clown's eyes, the chaos had fallen within itself, resulting in even more chaos... In that utter madness, the Shaman inhaled and began to make an endless sound. The sound became more and more melodic as he continued and evolved to an alien chant. This helped the jungle to calm down. And then suddenly he realized, what he was forgotten. May be all this was a dream... within a dream... within a dream...
On the 46th Day of the journey, the Shaman sat on a big rock in The Valley of the Lost Souls. It was a peaceful day. He inhaled the fresh air into his lungs and began to sing an old hymn into The Valley. With the sacred words of the chant, the Shaman channeled his soul, though the space and time. He visited the old world and the new, he flew over the failures and successes, he dived into the unknown and discovered the seeds of creation, he had walked in the fields of existence and faced the chaotic void, which all life came from. It was all one. And one was all.
The skies above went pitch black for a second and from that void a small entity, named PurpleDeity, from some lost corner of an unknown galaxy entered the space and time of the Lost Island. It was a moment to remember. PurpleDeity, appeared in the skies with all his glory and separated the day from the night. PurpleDeity was carrying the All Knowing Serpent in his tentacles and it had a CrownFool on top of his body. It was a hell of a sight. The common folk of the Island were amazed with its colors. The tribe unknowingly began to sing a chant to the being. The lyrics floated and traveled in the thin air. "Hey to the one we are waiting for... We dance in your glory... Hey to the one we were hoping for... We sing for your beauty..."
It was the day 63 of the journey, when a visitor appeared on a deserted beach in the Pirate Bay. The mysterious visitor closed his eyes and began to walk through the dark night. The visitor didn't know where he was going, but somehow he had a sense of navigation in his heart. He trusted this feeling and put a peaceful smile on his face. The visitor has long marched into the mysterious darkness of the lost jungle. All of a sudden, he knew he was there, so he sat down and put his hands up to heaven. The holy spirits of the trees were watching him all through his journey. They were ancient souls guarding the Woods of Dreams. This smiling blind visitor was the one they had long awaited. So the spirits whispered: “May the four winds blow you safely home.”
It was the Day 59 of the journey. It was a silent night and no one in the Lost Jungle was ready for the things to come. Everyone was hiding in their caves and dreaming the days to come, when a tiny orange light particle began to shine in the darkness of the night. A few children saw it first. They got their parents and after a short while, all Jungle Folk were watching the tiny orange light particle. The particle grew larger and larger and evolved into a big lens. The big flying lens was glowing with purple and orange lights. The Jungle Folk were hypnotised and they were all watching the glowing lights. Right at that moment a face appeared on the other side of the lens. It was the Night Gaze, the immortal Deity, the God of Balance. Night Gaze did not talk, but it watched the folk for a long time. Night Gaze did not need any words to use his powers, nor did the folk to understand, what he was there for. They stared at each other for a long time. And that was the day, it had all begun...
It was the Day 44, when WindHunter was on a hill, watching the storm that was hitting the Psychic Valley. He was chasing this storm for several weeks and finally, he was in the right place for the hunt. WindHunter closed his eyes and whispered some magical words into the night. As the final word of the spell left his mouth, he suddenly opened his eyes. His Ancient Kundalini was awakened. The colorful serpents of the 7 Chakras jumped forward and dived into the Psychic Valley to hunt for some lost souls. WindHunter prayed: "May the stars carry your sadness away, / May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, / May hope forever wipe away your tears, / And, above all, may silence make you strong."
On the 43rd day of the journey, a little child was wandering around in the Jungle of Dreams, when he had found the entrance of the Cave of Wonders by mistake. He was a curious child, so he entered right in. At the moment, the boy jumped into the cave, a giant rock fell from above and closed the entrance. The boy was in absolute darkness, but he was not afraid. At least this was what he was saying to himself. After a short time he heard some alien sounds echoing and after just a few seconds, a pack of Ancient Energy Snakes emerged from the walls of the cave and surrounded him. As the snakes move around him, the biggest one whispered: "Snake’s poison is a tool for life for the snake; it is its relation to man, which means death.” And they all slowly vanished.
The Seven Strange Dreams joined into one, in thin air and landed on the soft ground. From the colorful, dreamy mixture, a miraculous one eyed creature, Hugagoat has been born. When Hugagoat opened his eyes, he didn't know where he was, but he was feeling euphoric somehow, so he didn't care. He started to sing a song that no ear had ever heard before. The little shamanic bugs heard the bliss in his voice, flew right to him and sang along. Hugagoat opened his arms and saw that his arms could extend to wherever he wants. He thought of all the things he could do with these arms and burst into a laughter. It was like he was living the dream he once had dreamed.
Xung came on the Lost Island with a little boat. He wasn't planning to stay for long, therefor Xung found himself a cosy little hut to stay just for a couple of nights. On the mid-night of the 45th day, he was walking on his own in the Jungle Of Consciousness, while he stumbled upon a big totem. As he got closer to it, he started to notice some engravings. When he was thinking about the similarities with the Haida art, his hand unwillingly touched the Totem. This triggered a series of events. First, the eyes of the Totem suddenly opened. Right after that a loud siren like sound filled the night. With that sound, his head got loose and began to rise into the air like an old serpent. Xung wanted to scream. He couldn't. He did not know how to control nor fight it, so he decided to let it go... and right there and then the sound stopped. Xung was dead. Xung was alive. Xung was black. Xung was white. Xung was old. Xung was young. And he lived in peace forever more...
It was one of the coldest days of the crypto winter. The ancient crazy bears were playing around in the woods of the Lost Jungle, where the bulls used to run freely. On the 56th Day of the journey, one of the oldest gods, "The Orange Bear" was hanging around in the woods, when he saw a little light on top of the mountain. He leaned toward the light and saw that it was a little light of hope, in the shape of a human. The light the hope emits slowly hypnotized him and while he was looking at the light, a Silver Surfer appeared from nowhere and landed on the back of the bear. This was the sign, which the people of the Jungle was waiting for ages. The people all knew the meaning of this. They did not talk, nor celebrate... However, they all smiled with the same smile. This was it. It was the time!
On the Day 55 of the journey, the time slowed down, the space was bent and a random torn page from The Shaman’s diary started to dance in the wind. It was a portrait of a man, a man who was unknown to many. A man of mystery. The wind carried the page way up high, and when it reached the clouds, one short sentence had been heard from the man in the portrait, saying: “The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. Self-knowledge has no end - you don't come to an achievement, you don't come to a conclusion. It is an endless river.”
The Shaman woke up early that day, drank a glass of water and thought how much he missed to walk in the fields of the Psychic Valley. The Shaman was a man of action. He didn't have the time to loose on thinking much. So he just took his backpack and started walking on the long, narrow path of self discovery. He climbed the Hills of Madness all day long. When it was night, he saw a mysterious pink light emitting from the ground in a far distance. He walked right to it. As he got nearer he saw that the light was coming from a substance, which was surrounding a strange little mushroom. The Mushroom had an eye and with that eye it was looking right back to him. They looked at each other for some time. Mushroom waited for the Shaman to balance his emotions and when he did, the mushroom told him: "Pay attention to whatever inspires you, for it is 'spirit' trying to communicate with you, that's why it's called 'inspiration' as 'inspirit'. Listen to it, believe it and act on it."
The Shaman of the Neverlands was gone for a long while. He needed to find peace in his head space and to find that he went to the Mountains of Madness for a short retreat. However, the Shaman gave much longer time than he expected. The Shaman met some cool crazy folk on the mountains. They were a small group, who was also fed up from the never ending discussions. They said they ran away to these mountains one by one. The Shaman called them "Frens of Art". They spend almost a month together, laughing, telling stories and dancing. And after a month, The Shaman gathered his Frens around a big fire and invited them to the island. The Frens welcomed this idea, they all packed their Jungle Keys and began to walk back to the Lost Jungle.
On the night of the 41st day, an old deity, UmAyAna, from the plains of the ancient Middle Asia appeared in the Lost Island of the Neverlands. The sudden appearance of UmAyAna could only mean one thing: it was the time for a new beginning. UmAyAna was the Mother Earth. She was the Pacha Mama. She was the all giving and nurturing mother of all living. And now it was time to fulfill her duty once again. UmAyAna was on the Lost Island to give birth to a new tribe. A "Shamanic Tribe".
On the 35th day of his journey, The Shaman visited the Potluck Valley. There he met with the Voodoo Master. In the Potluck Camp, he and the Shaman sat by the campfire and talked for hours. In that conversation, The Voodoo Master asked the Shaman to do something for him. The Shaman was always open to new experiences so he told the Voodoo Master that he will do what he asks. After their meeting, the Shaman walked all the way to the Black Hole, that was placed at the far end of the Psychic Valley. When he reached into the Black Hole, he didn’t hesitate. Went right through to catch some unborn souls. He was there for an immeasurable time. However, when he came out of the Hole, a thousand newborn creatures followed the Shaman to the Neverlands with joy. This was the dawn of a new era.
Shahmaran was the Sultan of Underground. Her stories have been told in Mesopotamia since the beginning of times. She had lived many lives in various forms and names. When Shahmaran decided she had enough of all this, she found herself a cave and hid in the Taurus Mountains. She was used to being alone, so when Shaman appeared in the entrance of her cave, Shahmaran was shocked and frozen for a while. Shaman gave her a big laughter and bowed her with respect. Shahmaran also smiled back and welcomed her old friend inside. They set a fire, prepared some tea and they had an amazing conversation until the sunrise.
Dr.FOMO is a curious old man living on the Mental Mountain, since the first days of time. Because of his fear of missing out, he almost never sleeps. He had lost both of his legs, when he was trying to catch a fast friend. He had lost one of his hands, when he was trying to open up the Pandora’s Box. He had lost one ear, while he was listening to a private conversation of two brother kings. However, for every organ he had lost, a new one was generated, by the help of some Curious Gods. He had grown a tentacle arm, to sense everything, a big tongue to taste every taste and some small tentacles to walk really slowly, to see every detail of life. However the most amazing thing happened to his brain. It evolved into a big juicy thing, that never forgets anything. Yes Dr.Fomo was a weird old man, just because of his fear of missing out, never missing or forgetting anything.
On the eight day of the Psychic Storm the son of Tezcatlipoca decided to go to the Hidden Cave of Wonders. Tezcatlipoca Jr. got his little bag, dressed in his ceremony costumes. In the darkness of the night, he walked through the Lost Jungle and found the Hidden Cave. The cave had an entrance of mirrors. First, he looked a while at his reflection, then he closed his eyes and took a leap of faith right into the mirror. He fell for some minutes, before he landed on a soft green grass. The walls of the cave were glowing obsidian stones. Tezcatlipoca Jr. saw a light glowing at the end of the cave. He walked into that light and saw a BigRedButton there. This was the first time he was afraid of something, but this was a one-way street. He took a big breath... and pushed the BigRedButton!
The Shaman of the Never Never Land still remembers his initiation day. It was a couple of centuries ago. He was with his friends, playing in the Lost Jungle. When he was running around like a fool, he found a weird looking plant. He just grabbed it without knowing it was poisonous. Everything happened in a couple of minutes. His blood boiled, he began to breath heavily, his head felt like it was getting bigger, and he fell to the ground. There he saw the light. It was unforgettable. It was bright... and it kind of had all the knowledge of the universe hidden inside. He looked directly to the light and said: "You are beautiful." The Light replied: "The real beauty is in the eye of the beholder". And then he suddenly woke up!
The Totem of Spirits stands glowing right at the entrance of the Sacred Lands. There are no words written on it. However, if you get close, you can hear a silent whisper repeating these words: "It was supposed that lost spirits were roving about everywhere in the invisible air waiting for children to find them if they searched long and patiently enough… The spirit sang its spiritual song for the child to memorize and use when calling upon the spirit guardian as an adult."
On the 36th day, the Zeep Family decided they had spent enough time underground. The sun was shining, the soil was moist, and there was no reason for them to hide any more. They got ready, check on each other and simultaneously raised their heads from the ground. When they saw the shining sun, they smiled back at him. They inhaled the fresh air into their lungs. It was delicious. It was good to see the blue skies once again. The family didn't talk much, but they had connected in a way only a few could understand. This feeling made them smile even more. They were happy and it was just beautiful to be alive.
Purpledude had enough of the chaos in the Jungle of Consciousness. He needed some time to spend on his own. So, he got out and in the darkness of the night he walked for hours and arrived to the Psychic Valley. There glowing in the darkness of the night, he found his reflection in a form of an alien plant. Purpledude went there, jumped and sit on top of it, but couldn't face to face with himself, so he turned his back. The SelfPlant didn't care much. However, after a couple of minutes the SelfPlant had spoken and said some words that lingered in the air for a long time. He said: "On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."
SpaceBug was a Shamanic entity, traveling through space and time. On the seventh day of the winter, something big was happening in the Neverlands. All the people, animals, demons and spirits of the Neverlands gathered in the Lost Temple to celebrate the birth of TumTum. When all closed their eyes and started singing the chants, a portal in the skies opened up. From that portal, The SpaceBug came through. The SpaceBug started to give the beat to the chants with its two wings, which were in the form of two Shamanic Drums. The SpaceBug flew over the Lost Temple and landed on a "T" shaped stone that was placed in the middle of the temple. There and then all was one, and one was all.
It was the day Golden Warrior arrived in the Nomad Lands from the skies above. He was an old soul travelling through the galaxy for many centuries. He was tired of moving around and needed a place to get away from the chaos of the galaxy, so he found himself this sacred place to hide from it all. When Golden Warrior arrived, he had his "All Knowing Serpent" in one hand and the Sword of Omens in the other. He jumped on top of his Golden Egg, which he used as a transporter and said: "And while I stood here I saw more than I can tell, and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being."
Hanuman, the monkey commander of the monkey army lives at the far end of the Indus Valley. He goes and visits a planet called Earth from time to time. Hanuman says that the creatures living on Earth think he is a deity and treat him like a god. However, it may be just his wild imagination talking there. On the seventh day of the third month, I colorful butterfly visited Hanuman. When Hanuman asked the butterfly, who he was, the butterfly replied: "When I do not know who I am, I serve You and when I do know who I am, You and I are One.”
On the sixth day of the spring, GodBug arrived to the Indus Valley. He was an immortal being living underground on the planet Earth for a millennia. After seeing the world gone mad in the 21st century, GodBug decided to move to another place and found these sacred lands. It was similar to the ancient Indian grounds, so he thought he could easily adapt himself. The lotus leaves that he carries on his head started glowing when he arrived in these lands, so there and then he knew this was the right place for him. He said "It is better to have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hand." and did not talk no more.
Ganesha appeared on a magical green rock placed in the depths of the Indus Valley, on the second day of spring. This was the sign of a new beginning. From behind the green rock, the Worm of all Knowledge raised his head. As Ganesha, held the worm with one hand, the Worm gently held his other hand. With that hand Ganesha raised his axe to the skies and said: "The people of the Potluck Valley will gather with the people of the Campfire and will eat the fruits from the Tree of Eternal Bliss together in harmony." And closed his eyes.
The Voodoo Master suddenly woke up from his slumber, when he sensed the disturbance in the force. He sensed a million plants screaming at once and didn't even think to control his anger. He was furious. The Voodoo Master raised one hand to the skies, his other hand pointed the Earth. He gathered two in one. There the Magical Serpent appeared in that duality. When all three united into one, these words of magic spilled from Voodoo Master's mouth: "The death of an elderly man is like a burning library, but the death of a forest is the end of humanity."
Pineal Glandster lives in the dark corners of the Jungle of Consciousness. It is as big as an elephant, however, can fly like a bird with its magical wings of awareness. Pineal Glandster doesn’t think much, but somehow knows everything. Every creature it touches, suddenly gets a third eye, which gives them the ability to read others’ minds. Pineal Glandster only gets out of its cave at night. It travels through dreams. It’s most favorite creatures to visit in dreams are cats, painters, elephants, musicians and writers.
On the sixth day, The All Knowing Sun decided to visit the Sacred Psychic Valley. He prepared an orange ray and teleported his presence with that beam of light... There he saw the little Conscience Flowers, which were planted by the Shaman of the Never Never Land. When The All Knowing Sun was trying to analyze the tiny details, the Conscience Flowers began to glow. The All Knowing Sun whispered these words to the flowers: “I salute the Light within your eyes, where the whole Universe dwells.” and he suddenly woke up.
The Shaman was walking on the rocky hills of the Psychic Valley, when he found the skull of a dead goat on the ground. The skull had an ancient look. There were also some strange symbols on its horns and its colors were not faded a bit after all these years. The Shaman grabbed the skull and when he looked through the goat's horn, he saw an amazing view of another world. He thought, maybe the skull was an artifact of the PsyKings that lived here, long years ago. In that another world, everything was upside down. The good was bad, the fire didn't burn, the waters were dry, hope was terrifying, anger was happy, the trees were hanged in the skies and the nights were bright. The Shaman had enough. He covered the magical skull with some orange linen and stuffed it into his backpack and kept on walking on the rocky hills till it was night.
Fatclops is a powerful psychic, living in the vast lands of Unknown Fields. He unwillingly absorbs every feeling and thought of anyone he meets. This psychic power is also his biggest curse, because he has trouble controlling it, especially under pressure. Fatclops used to live in the big city of Landopolis for a few years. However, he did not like it a bit. He was exhausted of absorbing the city's chaotic vibes and could not stand it any more. He needed to get away. So, he packed his backpack and moved to these vast lands of Unknown Fields, where he barely sees anyone. Now, the only interaction he gets is the interaction he needs, which is with nature. After all, as Nez Perce says, "It does not require many words to speak the truth.".
The Totem of the Skies stands on the top of the Mental Mountain. It has been crafted by the Shaman of the Never Never Lands, on the first day of creation. It has been blessed with magic for the unborn children of the forest to remember where they came from. These words of magic are inscribed on a silver plate in front of it: “I have heard you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don’t want to settle. I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die.”
In the eighth day of the journey, the Shaman of the Never Never Land visited the Enchanted River, flowing in the depths of the Lost Forest. He climbed up the Arrogance Falls and reached the grasslands, where he found the Knowledge Plant. This plant was an immortal being, living here since the creation of this universe. It has been believed that it grew up from an alien seed, but no one really knows where it originally came from. The Shaman raised one hand to the skies and turned back, not to offend the being. There the Knowledge Plant slowly leaned down to the Shaman, touched his hand gently and said: “If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come.”
On the 31st day of the journey, in the valley where the two holy rivers meet, the goddess Waramiana had risen from earth with all her glory. Waramiana was the Goddess of Hope. She usually was summoned by the people's fears, in the darkest hour of the day. When she came, Waramiana opened her wings of rainbow to the stars above and said: "Go forward with courage. When you are in doubt, be still, and wait; when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage. So long as mists envelop you, be still; be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists – as it surely will. Then act with courage."
Frogstronaut arrived to the Nomad Lands, two weeks after the PsyStorm. It has nearly been a decade since he was here and he needed a refill. He walked all day long from the glowing fields of the Psychic Valley and found the Big Old Dumpty Shroom. This magical mushroom was the source of all his powers. He didn't wait for long. Frogstronaut jumped on top of it and directly connected to its core. The magic started to flow in a few minutes and he felt blessed with the flowing magic. There he remembered the wise words of his grandmother: "Take only what you need and leave the land as you found it." So he didn't drain it all, just got what he needed for another century and jumped right back to the skies, where he came from.
Mr. Grassroots is one of the oldest residents of the Lost Jungle. He lives in the jungle since the times of the Deviants. Mr. Grassroots does not talk much. He spends most of his times observing the environment. He walks with small steps until he finds something that interests him. And when Mr. Grassroots does find that, he can watch a flower grow for days. Mr. Grassroots has a wooden staff that he carries all around with him. He says that it is a branch fallen from the Tree of Life. But no one really knows if that is true or not.
PurpleDude arrived to the Lost Jungle, on the seventh day of spring. He walked all day long on the vast fields of the Psychic Valley. It was the night of that exact day, when he saw a colorful light coming from far away. He walked towards it and when he had found the source, he realized that it was a big magical PsyPlant. PurpleDude burned with curiosity. The PsyPlant sensed that feeling and with one of its tentacles presented a Golden Egg to him. PurpleDude could not resist it no more; he reached and grabbed the egg. Right at that moment, the time bent and the PsyPlant reached deep into PurpleDude’s soul, grabbed it and said: “You have to look deeper, way below the anger, the hurt, the hate, the jealousy, the self-pity, way down deeper where the dreams lie, son. Find your dream. It’s the pursuit of the dream that heals you.”
On the seventh day of the journey, The Shaman of the Never Never Land went for a walk in the Lost Forest. He needed these long walks to calm his mind. He closed his eyes and walked for several hours. On his way back, he accidentally stepped on a magical green-berry. The green-berry exploded without making any sound, however, resulted in a break in space and time, which made the shaman realize the meaning of his existence. There these words dropped from his mouth with a careless tone: “It is of the first order of importance to remember this, that the shaman is more than merely a sick man, or a madman; he is a sick man who has healed himself, who is cured, and who must shamanize in order to remain cured.”
Pixel Farmer was heading back home with all the colors he collected from the Neverlands. First he heard the laughters of the gossip-bats. He tried not to bother with their words and kept on moving. However a couple of minutes later, he heard a cracking in the Earth. Suddenly a giant Fear Monster came right out of nowhere and grabbed his ColorBag. He didn't let go, but the fear monster was also very hungry to steal. However the colors poisoned the Fear Monster in a weird way and the Pixel Farmer felt stronger and stronger each and every second. There and then, he knew this was already a battle he had won, which he can tell to his grandchildren with pride.
Day 1: It was the day The Shaman of the Never Never Land arrived to the Lost Island. The weather was warm and humid. The sun was shining in the skies above. The Shaman looked around for a shadow to hide, when he saw a big plant standing on the green grass. He walked there slowly and lay beneath it. The plant did not care. Then he reached and when he touched the giant seed’s shell, it suddenly started to glow… and now he could see what was inside. There he saw this little Humpty Dumpty guy driving something in another shell. The Shaman had done this before. He was experienced enough not to panic, but even for his old eyes, this was a little hard to believe. There and then the Humpty Dumpty whispered: “Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.”
The Shaman had heard the stories of “The Mask of Existence” from his grandmother, when he was a child. It was an artifact of the Ancients that was hidden underground for more than ten thousand years. His grandmother told him that whoever wears this mask, faces the unknown like no other did before. It was the Day 49 of his journey on the island. The Shaman was walking in the Lost Forest carelessly, when he accidentally fell into a cave. While he was trying to find a way outside, he stumbled upon a hidden chamber. There in the center of that chamber, there was this mask. This was the mask, his grandmother used to tell stories about. He did not hesitate. The Shaman held “The Mask of Existence” and looked through into the nothingness. It was both black and white at the same time. There were no words to describe it, so he did not tell about this incident to no one. The Shaman just lit a candle for his grandma and prayed for her soul to rest in peace.
Bhairava Jr. is a kid deity living in the depths of the Crazy Monkey Forest. Once in a while, he visits Mystic City down in the valley to check what's going on. However, each and every time he does, the people of Mystic City somehow get this news and prepare for it like it was a festival. The people of the city are kind souls. They know that Bhairava Jr. doesn't like the attention much, so they make thousands of masks and statues to place everywhere. Some even wear the masks and dance on the streets with joy. This way, he can move around freely without being recognized. Bhairava, Jr. stays in the Mystic City for a couple of days and later, packs his stuff and quietly leaves the city. After all, the best thing about any city is the journey way back to the forest.
