SHAMAN HOBBS OF THE WOODS

Just do some peyote with me, it will change your life man...

The Green Lands Beyond are full of secrets, but none more profound than the peyote cactus. For an imp like me, life is a continuous whirl of tricks, laughter, and playful chaos. But sometimes, even an imp can feel the weight of the Runiverse pressing down, and that’s when I turn to the ancient knowledge of the Green Lands.

You see, I’d heard rumors from the older imps, whispers about a cactus that could unlock the secrets of existence, reveal the truths hidden beneath our playful surface. They called it peyote.

I sought it out. I didn’t expect much beyond a few vivid dreams and maybe some new ideas for pranks, but what I found was something entirely different. As I prepared the cactus, slicing it open and consuming its bitter flesh, I felt a shift within me, a change that went beyond the physical.

The world around me began to ripple, colors blending into one another, sounds turning into waves of energy that passed through my very essence. And then, in an instant, I was no longer in the Green Lands. I was floating, drifting through the endless expanse of the Runiverse, seeing it not with my impish eyes but with a clarity that I had never known before.

I saw the threads that connected all things—the laughter and the tears, the tricks and the truths, all woven together in a grand tapestry of existence. I saw myself, a tiny spark of chaos, dancing through the threads, leaving my mark on the world in ways I had never realized. It was as if I had been blind all my life, and now, suddenly, I could see.

And what did I see? I saw that all the problems, all the worries that had ever troubled me, were nothing more than illusions. The times I’d been caught in a prank gone wrong, the moments when my fellow imps had turned their backs on me for taking a joke too far—none of it mattered. It was all part of the grand design, a design that I was now a part of, fully and completely.

I was enlightened. I had transcended the petty concerns of impish life, seen the bigger picture, and in doing so, I realized that there was nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. My tricks, my pranks—they were simply expressions of the deeper truth I now understood. The peyote had shown me that I was exactly where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to do.

And so, I returned to my body with a new sense of peace, a calmness that I had never felt before. The other imps noticed it immediately—they said I had changed, that there was something different about me. And maybe they were right. But what they didn’t realize was that I hadn’t changed; I had simply seen the truth.

Life continued as it always had, full of tricks and laughter, but now I walked through it with the knowledge that everything was as it should be. I was above it all, not in a haughty way, but in a way that allowed me to embrace the chaos with open arms, knowing that it was all part of the cosmic dance.

I even started using peyote more regularly, to maintain that sense of enlightenment. Whenever the world started to close in, I would retreat to the wilderness, find my cactus, and let its magic lift me back to that place of clarity. It wasn’t an escape—no, it was a return, a return to the truth that lies beneath the surface of everything.

Some of the older imps started calling me “the Shaman,” a title that made me chuckle. After all, I was still just Hobbs, the same imp I’d always been, but with a deeper understanding of the world and my place in it. They didn’t understand that I wasn’t seeking power or influence—I was simply seeking truth, and in the peyote, I had found it.

And so, I continue my life as I always have, but with a lightness in my step and a smile on my lips, knowing that I am in harmony with the Runiverse.

After all, what’s a little chaos when you’ve seen the grand design?

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