One of the paths in the Oasis leads to a small canvas tent in a tiny clearing. If you pull the flap back and step into it, you will find yourself not in a tent at all, but in a Jungle.

The path begins on a high ridge, and it is only a few steps to see the Jungle floor below you. The vegetation is beautiful and not too thick due to the stone ridge, letting tracts of light in through the canopy. The Jungle is nearly untouched and teeming with life, and the sounds of all that life living echoes through the Jungle floor: monkeys howling and birds shrieking, big cats roaring and the steady drone of insects.

The path leads down to the Jungle floor, and to a small clearing. A beautiful house stands there, one that looks like a California lakeside cabin, with holes in the deck for trees to pass though and wide doors everywhere that let all the sun and breeze in. It is quaint but finely appointed.

The Jungle is not an area of my own making; at least, not directly. It was given to me by one who decided that I needed it. Shortly thereafter, the house appeared, and the Aspects began living in it.

For the website, the Jungle symbolizes the posts that I make about the Oasis, about what I do there in my mind and the spirits that I talk to.