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Scene from Jelly's Celestial Shoebox: Cosmic Peace Sign with Heart

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Tenet of the Rainbow Realm - Accept Yourself - Live the Rainbow Life

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Jelly’s Celestial Shoebox: Clockwork Peace Signs

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Life is a Game of Cards

My father was a magician. Thus, it should come as no surprise that I had more than a few occasions to test his skills at card playing.

It started out when I was young with Go Fish where every matching set of cards we would put down would instantly transform into trinkets we would tally at game’s end.

As I got older, the games got more sophisticated: Poker and Pinocle entered our repertoire, along with some Tarot-themed games I learned from Poppy and the Travelers.

Before long, we were hoarding cards for those role-playing games where custom-built hands were part of the strategy, though I have to admit that neither of us were constrained enough to play by the official rules.

Of course, it was hard to play by the rules of any game when every card you touched was tainted with magic: Unwanted cards burst into flames, character cards transformed into three-dimensional players, and action cards became the informal script of an adventure we would embellish with our imagination.

Some times, I couldn’t seem to get a decent hand. Other times, the good luck never seemed to end. Most of the time, my father and I matched each other’s skill, so we took turns at savoring that oh-so-sweet win.

It didn’t occur to me then, how much life was like a game of cards. No matter how crappy the cards I currently hold may be, my luck can change with every turn I take.

So, I keep playing, though I can’t guarantee that I won’t torch the next lousy card that enters my hand—just to give that all important good luck a fighting chance.

—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures

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Life is a Game of Cards - Keep Playing - No Matter What Hand You’re Dealt

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About My Peace Signs

I design a lot of peace signs. You might say that its a trademark of mine. This has a lot to do with my mom.

My mom was born into one of the Traveler clans, which meant that she spent most of her days in the Gypsy Grove with others of her tribe.

She was also fiercely independent, though, and would freely associate with people from the various iconvilles around where we lived.

This rebel spirit was frowned upon by some members of her tribe. It was also frowned upon by certain individuals in the iconvilles.

The denizens of the iconvilles thought the Travelers too exotic. They didn’t understand them. Thus, they viewed them as just a touch dangerous.

The Travelers, on the other hand, thought that too much mingling with those outside their clans would lead the less dedicated amongst them astray. Who would want to stay dedicated to the old ways when there were so many new and exciting options to be had?

In a way, both sides were right, but more importantly both sides were wrong.

If we leave our birth paths, it’s not so much a matter of us being mislead as it is a matter of us choosing what truly works for us. And as far as danger goes, well, we’re all a little afraid of the dark, and what we don’t know.

This is why my mother went out of her way to get to know people (and creatures) who were different than her. Of course, what she found was that everyone is basically the same, we have bright sides and dark sides, and what really determines if we’re good in the end is how we balance the shadows and the light that are within all of us.

My mom lived what she believed. She married a mysterious magician from outside her own tribe—a highly questionable act for both sides—yet, without her and my father daring to break with their own birth traditions, neither me nor my sister Poppy would have been born, which brings me back to the peace signs.

To people like my mom and my dad who chose a different path, and to people like my sister and myself who chose to forsake all known paths altogether in a quest to dance amongst the stars, peace signs have come to symbolize the great things that can happen when people of different backgrounds truly get to know one another and embrace the fact that deep down we’re a lot more alike than we’d like to admit.

Peace, after all, isn’t just a lack of war, but of conflict. Peace is harmony. Peace is getting to know and understand others, which, in the end allows us to truly understand ourselves.

—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures

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T-shirt and Socks Day

Cratersville, where I grew up, is an iconville. This means, besides being a techno-magical construct, it is based on the ethos of Earth-like things.

Knowledge of this has prompted me, on more than one occasion, to dig further into certain aspects of life on Earth. The cosmic treasure trove where I mine these gemlike facts is that wondrous place known as the Celestial Warehouse.

My favorite things to excavate are songs of various eras, cute animal videos and factoids of dubious of worth.

Back when I was in school, however, I obsessed over another category of interest—that of discovering special days of observance that I could insert into the Cratersvillian calendar.

There was national ice cream day, world elephant day, speak-like a pirate day, but one of my favorite days, especially when the beginning of the year rolled around, was “no pants subway ride” day.

Now, technically this was more of an event than day, but I decided that its general premise of going around town otherwise fully dressed while being a bit drafty down below sounded like fun.

Of course, I had to modify this idea a bit to prevent wholesale expulsion from Cratersville, a small desert town not known for putting up with such shocking shenanigans.

It was my senior year of high school when I finally decided to insert this esoteric event into my repertoire of bizarre behavior. I had just weathered a pretty emotional winter holiday break, and I wasn’t quite ready to return to school and all of the boring tedium that that entailed.

I needed some time away to think, and I’m proud to report that my belted mid-thigh length t-shirt paired with over the knees rainbow-striped socks was demure enough to avoid a visit from the decorum police, yet stare-worthy enough to be a distraction at school.

Thus, with my coveted suspension in hand, I spent the morning basking in the warmth of a small replica sun I had conjured above my head, while I stared at a water-filled crater hoping that my murky future would resolve into crystal clarity within its glassy depths.

When that didn’t work, I took out my Creation Book and spent the rest of the day doodling while I let my mind wander over the mess that my life had become.

After years of creating little creatures with wild abandon, a tsunami of change had swept through my family, leaving broken wreckage behind.

Poppy, my co-conspirator in creative endeavors, knew the storm was coming. Being connected to the Magic the way she was, meant that she saw things out of time.

I envied her that, even with the knowledge she possessed, it didn’t keep her from the path she ultimately chose as her own. The sun that saturated her very being banished all fears along with the shadows.

I, possessing mere moonlight to guide my soul, did not feel as sure about my steps or as certain that I wanted to face the consequences that would surely follow once my decisions were made.

I thought about my father’s motto: Life is a game of cards. I knew all too clearly that cold and windy January afternoon that I would have to decide which cards to keep in my life, and which cards I would have to let go.

I didn’t want to let go of my life in Cratersville, but I knew, even then, that this would have to be one of the cards I jettisoned.

I didn’t know then of the Realm I would discover just a few months later—a Realm that I was literally born to fit into and to fix if I could.

I also didn’t know of the cards that other people held or the wildcard that the Magic was waiting to play on my behalf. Above all, I really didn’t know what repercussions would befall me for my Monday morning stunt.

All I knew, as the day drew to a close and I went home that night, was that I must be willing to keep playing no matter what cards came my way.

—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures

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And, as I left to go home that night, the little creature I had been drawing in my Creation Book came to life, emerging from the magical elixir of the crater that I had been sitting beside.