A tribal woman crouches near a campfire, while another stands with a bow in a lush, forested village setting


This Wednesday, the Shaman performed a ritual to restore Alaya’s memory. Everyone watched closely as she used a mirror and various remedies to help Alaya remember, and eventually, she realized who and where she was.

A shaman holds a mirror, facing a woman adorned with body paint, in a vibrant forested village scene.

“This mirror does not show your face.
It shows your soul.
Look deep, child.
What was forgotten is still inside you.
The spirits show you what you’ve lost”

Afterward, we celebrated Alaya’s return by dancing and bathing together. Kart was surprisingly clean already and held a small prayer and then Kyra recited a poem.

On Naked Wednesday, hear the call,
the mud sticks thick – enough for all!
Into the stream, let waters fly,
no more just sitting idly by.

With strength and joy, with soapy cheer,
each body fresh, each mind made clear.
We honor gods with gleeful grace,
in every drop that cleanses place.

So toss your furs into the grime,
get bare – it’s bathing time!
Come, follow me, don’t stay behind –
let’s be divine, all cleansed and kind!

May the Filth We Wash Away Today
Cling to our foes and never Stray!
Let Them Grow Weary, Sick and Slow,
‘Til Even Mud Says:‘ No, No, No! ’”