On the Lemurian Isles, Bastante rested. Laying on an enormous banana leaf, he fell asleep and floated through the dream world as the leaf carried him across the waters between isles, and he woke up on the Isle of the Goddess, where he made his way to the Rainbow Forest.
Here in the forest he fasted and prayed, and a great Snail came to him and agreed to carry him to the Gaian Temple, where he would stay.
And at the Gaian Temple, carved from a great crystal beneath the foothills of the Mountain of the Moon, nestled in the Rainbow Forest on the northern shores of the Isle of the Goddess, amongst the mythical Lemurian Isles as they charted a course through the Great Ocean of the West, Bastante blew the Conch of Peace called Ahimsa and called forth the Armies of the Light to assemble.
These were dark times. The Isles were besieged by the Empire of Mammon. The Dark Lords of Materialism who had enslaved the world had cast a pall over the Lemurian Isles. Powerful energy protected these isles, yet powerful dark forces insidiously sewed discord and greed. The servants of Mammon were everywhere.
The Gaian Temple was under attack from the Dark Lords of Materialism and their minions, the servants of Mammon. Such was the age, as the Kali Yuga waned and the Sat Yuga dawned...
