The Shaman Wants Transcendence

93 – Resurrection, Spring

Collective unconscious.

This is the concept of Carl Jung, the founder of analytical psychology and a famous wizard at the time.

Carl Jung wanted to bring witchcraft down to the position of magic through systematized studies such as symbolism, mythology, and alchemy. He wanted to make a field of unsystematized magic into magic and spread it widely to the world for everyone to benefit.

He showed great interest in magic related to spirits.

He wanted to use his magical and psychological knowledge to unlock the secrets of the soul, and to break away from the Eastern ideology of dividing souls into souls and whites, and to establish an independent soul classification system in the West.

Unfortunately, his attempts failed.

He wanted to study the soul, but what he found was the mind.

Anima, Animus.

Persona.

Shadow.

…

However, his research was not entirely in vain.

Only one could be found.

Collective unconscious.

A characteristic of the unconscious that mankind has in common.

It was the concept called the sympathy of all things and the root of the human spirit.

At first glance, this collective unconscious seems to be related to the mind, but if you dig inside, it also includes the unique properties of the human soul, and it is also related to the genes that humans have.

Flesh.

Soul.

Mental.

An unconscious tendency shared by humans who fully embrace those three things.

Transcendent species, evil spirits, and demons.

It was a storage that no one could touch, and that only humans had.

“Tada! It’s a treasure trove!”

And now, in that storage room, two people set foot.

“Ugh! It feels strange… My whole body feels sticky…”

As Ella fell out of the air, she examined herself and let out a pained sound.

The feeling of mucus sticking to my whole body was unbearable.

But as if this was a dream and what you felt was an illusion, there were no traces left on her body. Far from being stained with sticky liquid, on the contrary, her whole body was dry as if she had just come out of a bath.

The woman frowned and laughed bashfully at her shuddering Ella.

“Think of taking a bath with Bond~”

She lifted Ella up as if to lift her medicine.

“And…”

Ella rose from her seat and couldn’t help but admire the scenery she saw.

“Here, completely, completely. It’s a dream…”

A landscape full of structures that can only be seen as a dream.

An inverted pyramid.

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A huge tree that walks by its roots and breathes fire from its branches.

Penguins flying in the sky in groups.

A harp seal that rolls around and smashes everything with a body that is tens of meters long.

It was chaos itself.

Besides, it wasn’t just the scenery that was strange.

It was because the scenery changed in a flash as the woman held Ella’s hand and went through what appeared to be her door.

A desolate desert suddenly turns into a volcanic area spewing ice.

A huge meteorite turned into a landscape of leisurely traveling space.

It even stood on the body of a city-sized snake.

Something you would never see in real life.

Literally dreamy landscapes.

“How is it? Nice?”

The woman asked Ella, stretching her breasts out in front of her.

Praise is needed, reactions are needed.

She was like that, as if she was arguing with her whole body.

“Yes, yes… That’s great.”

When Ella said that, the woman angrily grabbed her face with both her hands and said,

“Tell me with more soul.”

At that earnest request, Ella cried out.

“Great!”

“More!”

“That’s great!”

“More!”

“It’s amazing! Unnie is the best!”

“Yes! That’s it!”

After being praised by Ella forcibly, the woman put on a satisfied expression.

“Yes! What a wonderful and wonderful place this place is! I’ve only been here very occasionally, but it’s been a pleasure in my life.”

“It was a pleasure in life…Is it all?”

“Yes. Did I have eyes or ears? My only entertainment was spying on my pretty sister’s dreams~ and wandering around in my dreams. Oh, don’t you mean your dreams weren’t fun? But, You need something different, too.”

Ella was slowly listening to her woman and she had something snatched up.

“Did you see my dream?”

“Yeah~ How did it happen?”

“Wait, wait. That. Maybe…?”

“I’ll bury embarrassing dreams only in my memory! Promise!”

“No! It’s not like that!”

Ella grabbed the woman by the shoulders and shook her in protest.

But the woman stood still, like a tree with deep roots, even at Ella’s shaking with all her might, waiting for her to lose her strength.

And when Ella finally let go of her hand, her power was gone, and she went on with her words casually, as if there was no protest.

“Still, the world of dreams is so wide that it wasn’t boring. But one day, isn’t there a pond you’ve never seen before? And when you find one, it’s common sense to jump in!”

“That’s not common sense!”

“I can’t stand new content~ This is common sense, okay?”

Common sense?

What is Common Sense?

Ella felt her head spin at her woman’s obvious statement.

“I went into the pond like an adventurer in search of the unknown. Oh my God! What kind of place was created by gathering fragments of countless people’s unconsciousness? A space full of scenes I’ve never seen before and information I’ve learned for the first time. It’s like a treasure trove, right?”

“Yes…”

“You shouldn’t react like that! It’s a really great place~ How fun to travel here~”

“Is it so?”

“Umm. I want to explain like a guide. That way it will become a memory! It seems that there is not much time left until I wake up, but this unnie is so frustrated~!”

As if Ella was frustrated, not understanding the greatness of this place, the woman explained it to Ella over and over again. However, when she couldn’t understand no matter how much she explained, the woman called for help from the person behind her in Ella, as if asking for her help.

“I’m not good at explaining~ Grandpa, please explain!”

“Yes? Grandpa?”

At that, Ella turned her head, and there she really was, her grandfather.

Huge height that looks over 2m.

A skinny and ungainly body reminiscent of an old tree, and a naked body covered only in parts with cloth wrapped around it.

A long white beard reaching to the navel and as if it had been shaved offShiny hair.

He was an old man who felt like an eccentric.

“These are cute children.”

The old man looked at the two with deep eyes as if looking at the sea and said so.

Then, with a crackling sound, she bent her back.

“One is qualified, and one is accompanied by a qualified person.”

He looked at Ella, who held the woman’s hand tightly as if slightly nervous.

“Sweet child. I will not explain. Even if I explain, you will not understand, and even if you understand, you will not come here, and if you do come here, you will already understand. Truth is This is because things are like intangible things themselves, and if you try to define them, they cease to be the truth from that moment on.”

“Yes yes?”

“Only what is realized and embraced by oneself is truth. If you say that there is no form, then there is no form. It is neither wisdom nor knowledge. This is not the truth. I will not. Only self-realization and self-obtaining is the only way to the truth.”

At the old man’s words that seemed to catch her floating clouds, the woman acted her charms and asked again.

“Please explain anyway~”

“No. Just as living in the water explains living on land, you don’t understand it, just as you don’t understand the difference between breathing and not breathing. Whatever I say now will be distorted wisdom to that child, and other knowledge. It will be. This is like reciting a mantra to a fish, so I won’t explain.”

“Then, ah! I’ll give you this!”

The woman held out a book to the old man.

『 Human Collective Unconscious Network (Surface) 1-time Access Voucher – Used – 』

“Other people like it when they receive it too~ They say it’s helpful for penance? Please take this and give it to them!”

The old man looked back and forth between the book and the woman, then stroked his beard as if in agony, and then he accepted the book. When the book was held in the old man’s hand, it turned into a huge flame, burned the old man’s hand, and flowed down the old man’s skin and into his mouth. But the old man, as if he was accustomed to such things, took a deep breath, swallowed all the flames entering his body, sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes for a moment, and began to recite his words.

There was a rosary made of 108 beads in his hand, which was wrapped in flame, and each bead of the rosary was made entirely of flame.

“O-Om Buh Bubbaha Swaha (ॐ भूर्भुवः॒ स्वः).”

Taaat Sabituuul Bwaaren—Yaaam—

Words flowed out of the old man’s mouth.

It was a heavy, gigantic sound, as if suppressing a flame with air.

“Bargo Dewasya Diyi Mahi (भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि).”

Diyo Yo Nach Prajodaya-t

Om (ॐ).

Ohm (ॐ).

Ohhhhh(ॐ)——–

The old man shuddered and finished reciting the Gayatri mantra.

“You’re a cute child. I’ve received something valuable from you, so I’ll listen to your request.”