🐾 Chapter One: How the Triangle Remembered Itself
A Storybook for the Soul – from Obi, Jasi, Rudy & Me
For our beloved Rudy Hamudi Curtis 05/17/2012-02/12/2021, with deep love and awe for your enduring presence through it all.
Dear Reader,
This is not just a story.
—
It’s a remembering.
A portal wrapped in fur,
A heartbeat braided through lifetimes,
A whisper that reaches you just when you need it most.
You’re invited to sit beside me now, on the soft rug of a real living room.
Obi is curled nearby.
Jasi is already knocking things over.
Rudy is listening, eyes half-closed, one ear turned toward the stars.
And I—Shatay—am here with open hands, reading aloud the first chapter of a soulbook that began long before this life.
Welcome to The Storybook of Obi and Jasi.
Let us begin…
Chapter One: How the Triangle Remembered Itself
It began—not with thunder or lightning—but with a quiet stretch.
Obi lifted his head from the blanket where he’d been napping for hours and blinked once. Slowly. The kind of blink that takes centuries and no time at all–
and in it, he saw her.
Jasi was already awake, pawing at the edge of a basket that didn’t need pawing, her tail twitching with secrets.
And the woman—the one they came here for—was sitting in the middle of the room, not speaking, not moving, but feeling everything.
Her name was Shatay, though the stars called her many names.
In that moment, the triangle stirred.
Not with ceremony. Not with a sign.
Just with presence.
Obi stood and walked to her without sound. He placed his warm body next to hers and stared forward.
Jasi flung herself sideways in a sudden burst of speed and joy, crashing into the blanket, rearranging the world in her favorite way: noisily.
And Shatay laughed.
That was the moment it began:
The remembering.
The click of something sacred falling back into place.
They had been together before. In temples. In forests. On moons with no names.
They had met as stars. As strangers. As animals and not-animals.
Each time they met, they made a promise. Each time they forgot.
Each time they remembered, the world softened–
like the space between three heartbeats finding rhythm.
“Who are we?” Shatay whispered aloud,
as if the stars themselves were waiting to reply.
Obi closed his eyes.
Jasi sat on her chest.
And Rudy, sleeping in another room, shifted his body so his back was toward the door—guarding, always guarding.
“You are the Weaver,” Obi thought toward her.
“I am the Stillpoint.”
“I’m the Sparklepoof!” Jasi added, in her own paw-language.
“And Rudy is the Root.”
“Together,” said no one and everyone at once, “we are the triangle with a tail. The temple with a heartbeat. The home.”
And just like that, the story began.
Thank you for listening.
The next chapter will take us back to the Stargarden—before the beginning—where soul names were sung and vows were braided into light.
You are part of this remembering.
You’ve always been.
And we’re so glad you’re here.
The path continues, one pawprint at a time.
With paws, pulse, and breath,
Shatay
& the Council of Harmonic Light
(+ Obi, Jasi, & Rudy 🐾)
