Shahree Vyaas's Blog, page 3

The Count and the Continuum

When we count, we touch only moments:

| Count | Symbol | Word   |

| 1      | /       | One    |

| 2      | //      | Two    |

| 3      | ///     | Three  |

| 4      | ////    | Four   |

| 5      | /////   | Five   |

The wise do not stop at “five.”
They see how the pattern grows —
not merely in numbers,
but in patience.

Counting teaches the hands discipline,
but understanding teaches the heart humility.

The Circle Within

When the mind becomes still,
the heart draws its own circle.
It holds no anger, no edge.
It simply is — whole, endless,
and radiant from within.

To learn is to measure.
To know is to balance.
But to live —
is to become the circle itself.

The Table of Life

Numbers do not lie.
They count only what is given —
no more, no less.

| /      | 1      | One    || //     | 2      | Two    || ///    | 3      | Three  || ////   | 4      | Four   || /////  | 5      | Five   |

Each mark is a breath of order.
Each number, a measure of truth.
Yet beyond numbers lies the uncountable —
a kindness, a thought, a quiet act unseen.

What cannot be counted gives meaning
to all that can.

Lesson of Balance and Being

The world is measured not by the eyes,
but by the quiet weight of understanding.

Two circles drawn side by side:

   ○    Small  

Large

They are both perfect,
though one seems greater.
So is the truth of all things —
size deceives, form remains.

The wise do not see with envy;
they see with stillness.
They know that the small,
when filled with purpose,
outshines the vast and hollow.

The Lesson of Wholeness

The teacher whispers:
“As a circle has no corners,
let your thoughts have no harsh edges.”

If anger cuts the line, the circle breaks.
If patience smooths it, the circle lives.

To learn is to count.
To think is to compare.
To be kind — that is to understand the circle of life.

Counting and Comparing

Numbers are the footprints of reason.
Let us count — one by one —
and see how the pattern grows.

SymbolCountWord/1One//2Two///3Three////4Four/////5Five

Each line adds a new piece of knowledge.
Each number teaches us to see balance —
More and less, equal and unequal, greater and smaller.
Thus the mind learns to measure the world.

The Circle and the World

Look closely — a circle.
Perfect and unbroken.
It has no beginning, no end.
It turns endlessly, like time, like life.    

 →  Small Circle   

 →  Large Circle

 Both are the same shape.
Only their size is different.
The small one may grow, the large one may shrink —
but their form never changes.

So it is with people:
The wise and the simple share the same shape of heart.
Only learning and kindness make one truly “larger.”

The Counting of Veils

There are seven veils,
and beneath each, a law of exchange:

Breath for Thought — the living wind.Light for Form — the casting of shape.Name for Power — the uttered sigil.Memory for Knowledge — the forgetting that teaches.Silence for Truth — the word unsaid.Shadow for Presence — the unseen companion.Self for Continuity — the death that continues.

Thus is the path of return: each veil rent, each echo redeemed.

When the seventh is lifted, there is no seer and no seen—
only the Principle, knowing itself through nothing.

Marginal Note

“If the seeker holds the symbol too tightly,
the meaning will turn to ash.
To read the script is to breathe it.”

The Hidden Motion

In the beginning of motion there lies no sound,
but an echo of the shape that preceded it.
Those who hear the first silence know the form of all speech.
The circle of air is the veil of mind,
and through its trembling comes the sign of creation.

Mark then the threefold breath:
the first, which awakens the vessel;
the second, which binds the names;
the third, which forgets them all again.

Thus is the invisible substance exchanged for visible form,
and thus is knowledge purchased through forgetting.
When the flame rises without smoke,
it knows its own beginning.

The Luminous Measures of the Inner Moons

I. The Spheres of Reflection
When the first breath of light fell into the deep wells of time, it divided into three orbs — pale, dim, and dark.

The pale orb remembers what has not yet happened.
The dim orb carries the weight of all spoken names.
The dark orb is the silence between them, where thought dissolves into pattern.

To gaze upon the orbs without preparation is to invite their reflection inward; many who attempted this found their dreams orbiting them ever after.

I. The Spheres of Reflection
When the first breath of light fell into the deep wells of time, it divided into three orbs — pale, dim, and dark.

The pale orb remembers what has not yet happened.
The dim orb carries the weight of all spoken names.
The dark orb is the silence between them, where thought dissolves into pattern.

To gaze upon the orbs without preparation is to invite their reflection inward; many who attempted this found their dreams orbiting them ever after.

II. The Counting of Shadows
The keepers devised a system to measure the invisible drift between the orbs.

Each movement was marked not by distance, but by delay —
how long a thought lingers before becoming echo.

This interval they called Aethel, and one Aethel equals the time it takes a drop of still water to forget the sound that created it.

Their calendars are drawn in circles, three at a time, joined by faint sigils indicating sympathy and opposition.

III. The Diagram of Exchange

In the right-hand column lies the table of correspondences, where symbols of light and weight are balanced.

The horizontal lines denote rise; the vertical ones, remembrance.
When the symbols align diagonally, it is said the Veil of Dorlun becomes thin enough for messages to pass between sleeping minds.

Only the most disciplined keepers could read such alignments without losing distinction between their own memories and those of the world.

IV. Closing Invocation
“Measure not the light by its brightness,
but by the silence it leaves behind.”