The veil was lifted.

Orn had been right.

He had gibbered and raved at Ged nonstop after consuming the spotted mushrooms and it seemed to be foolish, but he was right. After nearly nonstop pestering Orn had finally managed to get Ged to consume caps from the same cluster as he, and shortly after, Ged had seen. The world, already uncertain and dangerous, had taken on another aspect. The edges blurred, became fuzzy and more uncertain still. The plants entranced, the creatures fascinated, even the clouds held a thrall that was beforehand unappreciated.

It seemed the surroundings were attempting to reach out and speak in a way that was just beyond sight and nearly in reach, but kept slipping away. After one focused, as Orn instructed Ged, they could receive messages from their surroundings. Ged saw what Orn had in the flora around them. Each boasted abilities all their own. Some of these plants were capable of alleviating discomfort in the stomach, others could chase away pain in the tooth, another still could soothe the swelling of bites from various bugs, and still a myriad other effects could be gained from those countless other plants.

Ged was still reeling when they returned to the grand fire shared by their tribe members. Still under the effects of the consumed caps, Geb became particularly enthralled by the antelope brought back by the hunters on their daily expedition. The creature glowed with vitality despite having been killed. Geb could see the speed it’s muscles offered, the strength it’s blood promised. Gripped by sudden insight and inspiration, he took up one of the crude knives wielded by his brethren and cut until he retrieved the heart, he spoke over the glowing muscle briefly before offering it to the head of the hunters, promising it would bring him speed and agility unheard of in the days to follow. The hunter consumed the organ, clearly skeptical, but hungry.

The day after, another antelope was brought back to the grand fire, and the hunters marveled at their leaders strength and speed in the creatures pursuit, begging for Geb to honor and bestow them with the same abilities. Geb, with the help of Orn’s enlightening caps, granted their wishes, and each were adorned with headdresses constructed from the horns of the first two claimed antelopes.

It was not long after that nightly ceremonies were held, led by Orn and Geb, to endow various members of the tribe with gifts offered by nature around them. Soon the tribe, guided by the two shamans prospered greatly over the other surrounding bands, and rival members came in droves to pledge themselves, hoping for admittance; since it became well known that the clan, through the magic and wisdom of the Brothers Two, was granted strength by the fauna they honored and consumed, and were healed by the flora they treasured and harvested.

At last, she dropped all pretense… Allowing me to peek at her wounds… slowly unwrapping the layers of cloth around her serrated body. The two big gash of gunshots at her right side of hip, and on the right side of neck, still with fresh crimson red blood gushing out, as if the wounds, were as fresh as yesterday. For a fleeting moment, I was shocked, seeing all the horrifying scenes that she had been through before the enemy force executed her.

But quickly I regained my balance.

Slowly putting my right hand on her left shoulder, I am praying to the creator to heal her.

Suddenly I started floating in the air, flying, turning into an angel, joining in with six other angels, we each are holding different colored spindles of silky thread in our hands… Orange, yellow, red, green, blue, purple and white. We are flying around her, weaving a beautiful patterns around her body, from the bottom of the feet till the top of her head. First altitude lines, then longitude lines, then side by side. Slowly, we weaved a beautiful shining shield of cocoon all around her body. She rested into sweet soft dream, in that dream, another world is weaving and heralding, arching into another reality… In that world, there is no war, no religious or belief barriers, no judgement, jealousy or betrayal, no political sabotage, no disease or ailments… In that dream, she is a new born baby again. In that reality, people can hold each others’ hand, and looking into each others’ eyes, and we can see the very depth of each other's soul instantly, as clear as heaven, as deep as the whole galaxy, and as sparkly and shiny as the most beautiful star in the night sky. In that reality, we instantly hear and feel each other’s most tender fiber within the heart, there is no need of words any more, we feel each other’s pain or joy, our body become a transmitter of emotions, we hold hands, help each other to conduct or share all varieties of energies, information and knowledges that we receive from the surrounding environment or the space. In this world, there is no you-or-me, the barriers of distinguishing one another is fading, it is a you-and-me world, we finally become one. Our laughters and tears, all sorts of sensations all becoming into one song. The musical notes of this colorful song, turns into little silver jingle bells. The music notes of the jingle bells ringing out loud and clear, on and on, turning into many little tinker bell fairies.. Fairies of many rainbow colors dancing and weaving, creating, and masterfully crafting out the most beautiful patterns of tapestry in the whole galaxy. And upon this big tapestry, sitting a brand-new born baby girl, slowly waking up from her spectacular dream of a brand-new world.