The thought with the modern mind, which is quintessentially an Abrahamic thought, is that there can be only one story, but this has never been true. Great uncertainty accompanies most stories, theirs included. This uncertainty allows for other stories to live, and so begins the story of the Healer.
In ancient times, the wisest and most pure recognized an unfortunate degeneration in mankind. This degeneration was perhaps due to the incessant mixing of bloodlines and teachings from widely divergent sources. Regardless, it was understood that mankind was becoming ever denser, and more material and this move into density was ushered in with a loss of faculties and abilities.
It was recognized that the new man could only sing of surfaces, and like Aristotle, could only dignify that which satisfied the longing for substance. The last of the great mystics understood that for mankind to have the road of return left open, their inner essence would require a divine power to rope itself to, as a means and a path to rediscovery. For this, they called upon the entheogen and that ancient force whose name still reverberated in the deep minds of men.