Each group of Earth-bound souls starts with a Seer. The Seer precedes their births and survives their deaths. The Seer is their centre, whether they acknowledge it or not.

I am the very first Seer of the very first human group.

What were they like?

Have you ever watched a baby gazing blissfully at airborne dust suspended in a beam of sunlight? Imagine a set of souls with that level of sustained rapt attention, all the time. Their fascination had no ‘off’ switch. 

Imagine a single blade of grass. Now imagine it in its startling specificity—the unique pattern of leaves shooting at varying lengths from its pliable stem. Now imagine its shifting design as it catches a passing breeze. Now note the shifting hues of green graced by the dizzying dance of light and shadow.

Behold with wonder the boundless universe within a solitary leaf blade! Are you foolish enough to believe you have the capacity to contemplate a whole field?

My task as the first Seer was to limit the vision of the souls within my little human group. To reduce the infinite distinctions of the overwhelming multitudes their senses absorbed.

I achieved it by teaching them the first words of what was to become their language. Just three words in the beginning: One. Two. And many.

One, two and many taught the human souls to focus their attention, to see the world as comprised of things, and to lose the distracting eternity of ever changing possibilities.

One, two and many engendered the world of human concepts.

Thus I’d fulfilled my mission as the first Seer.

Ah, but many an evening, as dusk descends, I find myself longing for that early time, before those first words, when the world was known in all its innumerable faces.

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Would you like to know more about this story? I discuss it in Episode 75 of Structured Visions.