The Other Realm:
Once when I was journeying through the other realm (in a kind of meditation) I found myself walking across a large grassy field, on a slight rise going upwards. As I was nearing the top I could see smoke rising, I walked further up and as I got to the crescent I could see an old Indian sitting smoking a pipe, I introduced myself and asked if I could join him, he simply nodded in agreement, so I sat beside him cross-legged as he was. I asked him his name and he replied that it was Smottabu. I then asked him how long had he been sitting there, he pointed at half a tree. A stump if you will. You see Smottabu was no ordinary Indian. In fact, as he told me, he creates the trees with his magick, then sits for a break and smokes a whole tree, roots and all until it is finished to see how he can improve it next time. After sharing his pipe, I stood up and wished him well on the next generation of trees. After I was walking away I turned over my shoulder to gain one more glimpse at Smottabu and he was gone...
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