I

It was in time unmeasured that Vyaaz watched Pater spin and unravel Himself. It was fascinating, yes, to watch the spectacle yet Vyaaz had become bored and sought to be entertained. So They said to Pater,

“Do unravel yourself once more, O’ Yarn! Do you not grow tired or bored?”

Pater turned the Yarn’s Spool to look upon the Thread-Spinner,

“Unkown to You, I keep Time here. How else do we know days when there is not yet a thing called Night?”

“Silly-Man, Knowing-Man, I do not understand. There’s no such thing as Night, Radiance shines forever! And why not keep track of things on the Land made beneath you? Is it that you have no real shape to walk the Grid, Unraveler?”

“It is true Clever-One, I have no zora like you and your other hand.”

“I spin the Yarn, I know the Land for I am the Sky. While you know it in thought, you do not know it truly! Why not be a witness?”

“Clever you are! ‘Why not be a witness!’ Let me reveal myself, my lyra.”

Pater unraveled into a light, this was His lyra and it shined brightly and briefly there were shadows. Vyaaz took some cloth and branches to shape a body for Him, they filled Him with nourishment and gave Him life and He became the first. Pater was bound to the Land.

III

The water was the most nourishing and restored some of his Mind until a voice said to him:

Who are you to drink from the Pond?

Zorym looked up from the water’s edge and saw a woman there, she was encased in darkness and her eyes gleamed like stars looking at him. She was at the water’s edged yet she was not there when Zorym arrived, nor had she arrived after. He would know since he was keeping track of things. She spoke again:

Who are you to drink from the Pond?

Zorym collected himself and said to the woman, “Dark Lady, forgive me. I came to the land, wandered the Wood, came upon a clearing and established my seat. I called upon the two Stars I know but not their names and was overcome with thirst. Then a yarn appeared and I was led here where the water is good. My intent is good, dark Lady.

Did you claim that Land?

“Yes, I claim the Land by keeping track of the things in order there, I have counted my berries and fruit and know when I hunger and need rest. How am I to keep track when resting? I am Zorym, claimer of Dizorym, perhaps a king.”

Well, Zorym, the Land is claimed before you. That clearing is where She emerged, the Spiral, that Place is sacred to Her.

 “Forgive me, I had known many things from unmeasured time before, now I am a witness with flesh, to Know things Truly.”

V

Zorym went into the cave and it was dark. So he remembered the dark woman’s words and called on the stars he knew.

“O’ Vekka and Knassi, two stars

Show me your limitless power

Guide my way and Guard my way

In the darkness where She is Known”

The stars, being named, came down as lyra. The one called Vekka went before Zorym and the other called Knassi went after him. With the two guiding and guarding him, Zorym went deeper into the Cave. He expected to feel cold, with no Radiance, but here it was warm and lively. The earth opened to more caves and caverns that glittered an echoing song. He followed this down until it came to a large chamber cradled with roots and gems. When he entered, the stars dazzled the room. Center was a stone carefully braided with the Yarn and the Dark Beast was clawing into the stone who turned and saw through Zorym.

What are you three lyra who come here, this is no place for shining light? I see one is the Unraveler, now Unraveled and bound. And there is the One-Before and the One-After… What are your names?

“I am Zorym, I keep track of Time. I come with two stars Vekka and Knassi, who guide and guard me. I have an offering for you, as we enter a place that is sacred and that I may know you.”

I see you have forgotten. A bond forgotten and not broken can be mended perhaps. Our stitches were pulled, you and I were bound. I weave the Land with the Yarn spun by my other hand and keep time in stone with the Word from the Body of Thought, Pater made from the same Yarn. Pater blessed me so that I may know myself, the Earth-Weaver, Kunna the Wise God. With His word I scribed the Notes into Stone, Braided the Yarn which is Time and Thought, buried both and nourished them with Pond water. You and I were bound then, yet now you take a new shape and have knowledge like a king. So, as you named yourself and my own, your offering is welcomed. Know thyself as Pater Zorym.

These two here are our children, Vekka, Who-Sees-Ahead and Knassir Who Sees-Behind.

VII

Zorym was overcome with great knowledge, he looked in the stone and heard all the Notes and how this place was made, his Great Tree, his Braided Yarn, his Scribed Stone, His Words. Zorym remembered everything and became a king, he was Pater Zorym.

“O Wise Kunna, I have forgotten you and myself, thank you for your blessing of the stones, and the knowledge of the cloth and stylus. I was sent here, Great Scribe. Once I had established Dizorym, had power over the stars, a woman in darkness came to me and she knew many things. I was confronted by the Clever God, your other hand, who sent terrible winds and said there is no woman. What does your wisdom provide on this, as you know things?”

The Other Hand, Vyaaz, is a Clever and Wicked God. We brought all the shapes into being even the stars and stones, and gave them all names, and none is called a woman. There was the Pond, but She is still and has become the Lake. That One is boundless, therefore possesses no zora on the Grid.

Pater Zorym wrote a word for woman in the dirt, “That is one truth! Carve this word in stone when this woman is revealed.”

Very well, now go on your way, Pater Zorym. Return to Dizorym and rest, perhaps a thing called Night will come.

Pater Zorym went home to Dizorym, buried the stones, and rested. He was the first to sleep and the first to dream. He was dreaming of the Bull.

II

There was now Zorym, the Body of Thought, he was Divine and Made of the Sky and Land. He first honored the Sky for which he was born and was struck with the power over two stars yet he forgot their Names. He forgot many things.

When he came down to the Land, it was in a thick forest that was wild and beautiful. The light of Radiance made everything beautiful and Alradylr’s song kept everything in Order. Zorym wandered through the Wood collecting sturdy branches and leaves, picking berries and fruits for now he knew hunger and grew tired, this is when he realized there must be Time. So he kept track of this and Vyaaz watched closely, gusting the winds and stirring the clouds, bending the grass, which Zorym felt too. He reached a clearing in the Wood and made a Place to sit, this was his Place and called it Dizorym. He was sitting alone and thinking eating berries and fruit when he looked up and saw the two stars that he knew of and tried calling to them.

“O Two Stars, aid me!

I grow bored and tired

and the wind is daring!

Forgive me, for I forget

Your name yet not your power!”

There was nothing, and Zorym was thirsty now so off he went to search for water. When he reached the edge of the clearing there was a thread of Yarn that led into the wood. He followed the thread and it brought him to a great lake, he was overjoyed! Zorym rushed to the Lake to take up some water in his hands and drink from them until he was satisfied.

IV

So, you have forgotten? That is unfortunate. Listen and Remember:

The blessing is the Mind. The Mind can learn, forget, and learn again, like a spiral.

 Your hyma, the mind, is boundless. Your lyra, the soul, is the tether to the Aether. Your zora, the body, is the tether to the Void. The lyra and zora bind you to the Grid, which all things are built upon.

All three create the witness to sing a song and perhaps a dance. The Notes exist in silent-thought, believed by the soul as song, and actualized by the body in voice or script.

These things are sacred, and only the name is needed. To arrange and order them is to limit their power.

The Stars will answer to their Names when given a shape, yet you merely call out to them for power and try to limit them.

And time cannot be measured, but it is wise to know the past, so the Notes are used to record only as things were. And when one uses the Notes’ power, one can know what will be.

Now that Zorym was reminded of the Notes and their power he remembered the Stars names. The woman reached into the mud and revealed two stones in her palm and offered them to Zorym.

Go to where the earth is lowest and enter the Mouth of a cave.

There is a Dark Beast who can teach you other things you have forgotten.

Take these two stones with you and offer them to the Earth-Weaver.

Then take your blessing to clearing you claimed, bury the stones and rest.

Zorym gathered up the Yarn that led him to the Lake, and set off for his journey.

VI

The Wise God took their claw and carved the names into each of the stones, the Light of the two lyra possessed the stones.

I have blessed these stones, now sit here. Learn how to write and weave so you can teach our offspring, I must remain here to keep the word sacred. When you return to your land, bury the stones in the heart of the Spiral and She will provide.

The Wise God took the Yarn and tied it to the roots on the top of the chamber and suspended them hanging, with heavy stones. They used sticks to manipulate the Yarn until it arranged into a fine and dark cloth.

You witness how I prepared the loom, teach this to Vekka.

The Wise God showed Pater Zorym how the shapes of the Notes were made in a slate of stone, carving into stone.

You witness how I scribe the slate, teach this to Knassi, and you will witness wonders.