AnuBel's Field Guide to the Human Spirit™ is a book where the characters have minds of their own.
They couldn't wait like other characters, to be seen when the book is published.
Nooooo - they wanted their own page now.
So here they are:
In her shimmering starlight form, AnuBel arrives with her loyal sidekick, Shadow Poopy -
the tiny compost alchemist who insists your darkest moments are "just premium fertilizer."
Together, they'll introduce you to the full cast of inner characters who make up the human spirit -- the dreamers, the overthinkers, the dramatic ones, the ones who need snacks, and the ones who really need naps.
It's a playful tour through the truth of being human -
where your shadow cracks jokes,
your light carries a lantern,
and everything (yes, everything) can turn into magic.
You don't need to read the Field Guide in order.
You don't need to understand it all at once.
These characters tend to appear when they're ready -
and when something in you recognizes them.
Dolly Day Dreame - The One Who Found the Conversation.
Dolly Day Dreame doesn't speak in this Field Guide. She listens.
She represents the part of us that learned to wander inward -
not because we were lost,
but because the outer world didn't yet have language for what we carried.
The conversations that follow - between AnuBel and Shadow Poopy -
are the ones Dolly overheard along the way.
If you recognize her,
you're already inside the Field Guide.
Meet Literalist Larry
The first to wander in was Literalist Larry --a spreadsheet-loving, chart obsessed realist who just wanted numbers to make sense.
Then AnuBel floated in with her lantern, and suddenly Larry's graphs started growing flowers.
"This...does not track," he muttered.
"Exactly," AnuBel said. "It's called imagination."
And just like that, another member of the spirit crew was born.
The first to wander in was Literalist Larry --a spreadsheet-loving, chart obsessed realist who just wanted numbers to make sense.
Then AnuBel floated in with her lantern, and suddenly Larry's graphs started growing flowers.
"This...does not track," he muttered.
"Exactly," AnuBel said. "It's called imagination."
And just like that, another member of the spirit crew was born.
Meet the Shoe Oracle
The Closet Mystic
She isn’t exactly the Oracle of Delphi.
She doesn’t speak in smoke or prophecy.
Her temple is a quiet corner of the closet,
and her messages drift up from the scuffed soles of everyday life.
But in her own humble way,
her teaching is strikingly similar:
Know thyself.
Know thy path.
Know what you’re truly standing on.
No one remembers the exact moment she awakened.
Some say it happened during a full moon.
Others say she got tired of being stepped on.
But everyone agrees on this:
The Shoe Oracle sees the paths beneath your feet --
the ones you’re walking,
the ones you’re avoiding,
and the ones calling to your soul.
She doesn’t speak in riddles.
She speaks in symbols --
laces that knot when you’re hesitant,
tongues that curl when a truth needs telling,
and a soft glow when the way forward becomes clear.
When AnuBel first met her, she found this soft-spoken oracle resting peacefully among the shoes.
“You don’t look magical,” AnuBel observed.
“I’m not supposed to,” she replied.
“It’s easier for humans to hear the truth
when it comes from something ordinary.”
And just like that, the Shoe Oracle joined the Field Guide --
a tiny mystic with a gentle wit,
reminding us that enlightenment isn’t always found on the mountaintop…
Sometimes it’s waiting
exactly where you left your shoes.
The Closet Mystic
She isn’t exactly the Oracle of Delphi.
She doesn’t speak in smoke or prophecy.
Her temple is a quiet corner of the closet,
and her messages drift up from the scuffed soles of everyday life.
But in her own humble way,
her teaching is strikingly similar:
Know thyself.
Know thy path.
Know what you’re truly standing on.
No one remembers the exact moment she awakened.
Some say it happened during a full moon.
Others say she got tired of being stepped on.
But everyone agrees on this:
The Shoe Oracle sees the paths beneath your feet --
the ones you’re walking,
the ones you’re avoiding,
and the ones calling to your soul.
She doesn’t speak in riddles.
She speaks in symbols --
laces that knot when you’re hesitant,
tongues that curl when a truth needs telling,
and a soft glow when the way forward becomes clear.
When AnuBel first met her, she found this soft-spoken oracle resting peacefully among the shoes.
“You don’t look magical,” AnuBel observed.
“I’m not supposed to,” she replied.
“It’s easier for humans to hear the truth
when it comes from something ordinary.”
And just like that, the Shoe Oracle joined the Field Guide --
a tiny mystic with a gentle wit,
reminding us that enlightenment isn’t always found on the mountaintop…
Sometimes it’s waiting
exactly where you left your shoes.
The 3D Matrix
How It Joined the Field
The 3D Matrix first encountered AnuBel while holding a clipboard.
“Are you a goat?” it asked.
“Yes… and no,” AnuBel replied.
The Matrix frowned.
“But you have wings.”
“Yes.”
“Goats don’t have wings. Birds do. Angels do. Please choose one primary category.”
AnuBel smiled. Her lantern glowed softly.
The Matrix flipped through its files faster.
“No horns detected. Rainbow wings present. Species mismatch.”
It began to hum. Then smoke curled from its vents.
That’s when Shadow Poopy appeared.
“Oh,” SP said. “You’re trying to label a living thing.”
“I must,” the Matrix replied. “If it doesn’t fit, I can’t file it.”
SP shrugged. “That sounds exhausting.”
Larry stepped forward, holding a stack of papers.
“I used to think like that,” he said. “Then one day, flowers started growing out of my computer.”
The Matrix froze.
Larry smiled. “Turns out I just had to believe in new possibilities.”
The Matrix looked at AnuBel.
Then at the box in its hands.
Slowly, it set the box down.
“I may need,” it said quietly, “a new filing system.”
How It Joined the Field
The 3D Matrix first encountered AnuBel while holding a clipboard.
“Are you a goat?” it asked.
“Yes… and no,” AnuBel replied.
The Matrix frowned.
“But you have wings.”
“Yes.”
“Goats don’t have wings. Birds do. Angels do. Please choose one primary category.”
AnuBel smiled. Her lantern glowed softly.
The Matrix flipped through its files faster.
“No horns detected. Rainbow wings present. Species mismatch.”
It began to hum. Then smoke curled from its vents.
That’s when Shadow Poopy appeared.
“Oh,” SP said. “You’re trying to label a living thing.”
“I must,” the Matrix replied. “If it doesn’t fit, I can’t file it.”
SP shrugged. “That sounds exhausting.”
Larry stepped forward, holding a stack of papers.
“I used to think like that,” he said. “Then one day, flowers started growing out of my computer.”
The Matrix froze.
Larry smiled. “Turns out I just had to believe in new possibilities.”
The Matrix looked at AnuBel.
Then at the box in its hands.
Slowly, it set the box down.
“I may need,” it said quietly, “a new filing system.”
Grubble appeared beside the Matrix holding his lantern.
"Just so you know," he whispered, "it's okay to feel awkward right here."
The Matrix exhaled - a sound it hadn't made before.
AnuBel lifted her lantern — not to fix the Matrix, but to illuminate the moment.
And that’s how the 3D Matrix joined the Field.
"Just so you know," he whispered, "it's okay to feel awkward right here."
The Matrix exhaled - a sound it hadn't made before.
AnuBel lifted her lantern — not to fix the Matrix, but to illuminate the moment.
And that’s how the 3D Matrix joined the Field.
Planned print edition: 2026
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