Welcome

Welcome to An Interactive Adventure in Sacred Geometry! This is more than just a book—it’s an adventure into the hidden secrets and timeless beauty of geometric patterns.

Through step-by-step instructions and creative tasks, you’ll uncover the profound connections between shapes, symbols, and the world around us.

To join this journey, you’ll need:

• Blank paper – your canvas for creation
• Tape – for securing your delicious paper
• A pencil – to bring your visions to life
• A pencil sharpener – to keep your ideas sharp
• A ruler – to guide your hand
• A compass – to draw perfect circles
• A rubber – to refine and perfect
• Coloured pencils or pens – to bring your creations to life

With these tools in hand, you’ll explore the ancient wisdom of sacred geometry, one design at a time.

Let the journey begin!

Bong

As dawn broke, rain fell heavily on the Sanctuary of Symmetry, a great temple in the heart of the rainforest. Its walls were etched with intricate geometric carvings—circles within circles, spirals within spirals, and patterns so precise they defied belief.

The rainforest itself was alive with splendour too. As the morning rain began to ease, animals emerged one by one from the dripping jungle. Orangutans swung lazily between slippery vines. Bright blue butterflies darted through the mist, while scarlet macaws painted flashes of red across the grey sky. Every creature, great and small, added its own colour, character, and call to the waking forest.

Back in the temple, Smudge—the temple master—slowly opened his eyes after his morning meditation. He looked at his watch—worn proudly on the wrong wrist (he liked it that way)—and nodded. It’s time.

He rose to his feet and began to prepare. With a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other, he cleaned the temple from top to bottom. He dusted the tables, lined up the pencils, and set out the tools for the day’s work. With everything finally in place, Smudge stood back and nodded.

“There,” he said proudly. “I think we’re ready.”

Satisfied with his work, he walked over to a glass cabinet in the corner and carefully lifted out a huge mallet. It was large—comically large—so large, in fact, that his little legs wobbled as he made his way across the temple floor to an enormous gong.

Smudge raised the mallet and gulped. “Here goes nothing.”

He swung delicately—missed entirely—and somehow managed to bong not the gong but himself.

“Oof,” he groaned, rubbing his head as he glared back at the gong, thoroughly unimpressed.

Smudge reassured himself that he had meant to do that—and that it was, after all, an important part of the ceremony.

After a second attempt—this time successful—the mallet connected with a deep, resonant BOOOONG.

The sound rolled across the temple floor, rising through Smudge’s sandals, into his legs, and up to his chest. His heart swelled with joy—as if the sound itself carried nothing but happiness.

The walls thrummed, the windows hummed, and far beyond the Sanctuary, the rainforest itself seemed to pause and listen. The call of the gong rippled through the trees, across the rivers, and out into the farthest corners of the jungle.

“What was the gong for, you may be wondering?” Smudge grinned. “Well… the gong meant only one thing: it was time for school—Mandala School.”

Bong Your Own Gong

Before Mandala School begins, every student needs a gong to start their day—including you!

• Grab a blank page and a pencil.
• Freehand a big circle in the middle—it can be round, oval, or lopsided. Smudge would approve of all three.
• Add decorations: spirals, stars, zigzags, or even tiny animals.
• Colour it however you like—shiny gold, rainbow stripes, or even invisible ink if you’re feeling mysterious.

And if you’re feeling a bit lazy, no worries—you can use the templates instead. Smudge won’t judge you… yet.

Now the fun part: take your pencil, hold it like a mallet, and bong your gong with one good tap.

Make the deepest gong sound you can. Go on—a long, rumbling BOOOOOONG. Let it echo through your room, your home, and maybe even your rainforest, if you have one.

Congratulations—you’ve sounded the call. Class has officially begun!

Registration

The gong’s last vibrations faded, leaving the Sanctuary of Symmetry perfectly still. Smudge took a deep breath, shuffled to the front of the temple, and stood at his desk.

Atop the desk lay Smudge’s most important teaching treasures: his chalk, a box of geometry tools, and a thick leather-bound book.

He admired the swirling patterns on the book’s cover for a moment, then slowly opened it. Inside, written in neat columns, were the names of every animal in the rainforest—his brand-new class list. He tapped the wrong end of his pen against the page and frowned. Now… where are they all?

Smudge’s eyes darted around the temple and landed on a woven basket tucked in the corner. His face brightened as he realised one student was indeed already present.

That student was Biscuit—Smudge’s faithful dog. Biscuit was always here—or there—with Smudge.

Smudge cleared his throat and put on his most official teacher voice.

“Biscuit?”

Biscuit sat bolt upright and thrust a paw in the air, as if he’d been waiting seven dog years for this very moment. Then, with perfect timing, he gave a single sharp bark that echoed around the chamber.

Smudge chuckled, ticked Biscuit’s name in the register, and nodded with satisfaction.

“Right then,” he said proudly. “Present and correct, Biscuit. Present and correct.”

Mandala Register

Now it’s your turn to make a register—but not an ordinary one. This is Mandala School, so your register will also be a piece of art!

• Mark the centre of your page roughly with a pencil dot.
• Draw a big circle around it in the middle of your page.
• Draw an even bigger circle around that. The space between them will become your checkbox.
• Draw straight lines through the centre dot to divide the circles into slices, like pizza, cake, or anything delicious you’re probably thinking about right now.
• Inside each slice, write a name or draw a tiny picture. Each slice is for one classmate. Who do you want to attend?

When you’re done, you won’t just have a register—you’ll have a Mandala of Attendance. Everyone different, yet all together in the same circle. That means your class is not just ready… it’s in perfect harmony.

Right?

Chaos

Smudge sat at his desk. Biscuit sat in his basket. Both very quiet. Too quiet.

Smudge looked at Biscuit. Biscuit looked at Smudge. Smudge raised his eyebrows. Biscuit raised his eyebrows. Then—

Cheep!

From high in the rafters came the tiniest of sounds. A bright little bird tilted its head and chirped again, more aggressively this time.

CHEEP!

Smudge glanced up at the bird, then down at his register. He fumbled with his pen before hurriedly finding the name.

“Okay, okay—check, little angry bird!”

After a few moments of awkward silence together, all three—Smudge, Biscuit, and the little angry bird—turned their heads toward the pitter-patter of teeny-tiny feet.

A small mouse scurried across the tiles, scrambled up a chair leg, and perched proudly on the best seat in the house.

“Check, little mouse!” Smudge called, ticking off another animal.

Then came a raccoon, a deer, and an owl.

“Check, check… check!”

What began as a trickle soon became a flood.

Parrots swooped through the windows like flying rainbows. Jaguars slipped inside like shadows. And the monkeys—of course—bounded in wherever and however they could.

Smudge raced to keep up: “Check, check, check!” His eyebrows climbed higher with each new arrival.

The room was now a wash of squeaks, growls, oinks, and barks.

Luckily for Smudge, he had spent many years learning animal languages… though sometimes it was more a curse than a blessing.

The parrots were terrible gossips, the monkeys couldn’t stop interrupting, and the frogs—well, the frogs were the worst. A single drop of rain and they’d drone on and on and on… and on.

Amongst the commotion, the sloth slumped into a chair at the very back with a heavy sigh. His eyes drooped closed, but at least he had shown up.

“Biscuit,” Smudge said calmly, breaking from his furious checking. “Coffee. For the sloth. Immediately.”

Biscuit ruffed once, then vanished into the kitchen at full tilt.

Smudge returned to his register, but try as he might, he just couldn’t keep up. His eyebrows had reached their limit; he had no choice left.

With a dramatic flourish, he scrawled one giant line across the page:

ALL ANIMALS—CHECK!

Circle of Chaos

Smudge can’t keep up—but can you? Circle up the silliness before it escapes!

• Draw a large circle on your page.
• Inside, pack it full of animals—squeezed, squashed, tumbling, climbing, and piling wherever they’ll fit.
• Let tails tangle with wings, paws press against trunks, and heads pop up at funny angles. The only rule is: everyone must be inside the circle.
• Add decorations in the gaps—spirals, zigzags, stars, or anything else to fill the empty spaces.
• Colour it as wildly as you like.

When you’re done, you’ll have a noisy, silly, crammed-full circle of life—proof that even the wildest chaos can be tamed by a circle.