Where is the real fountain of youth?
With our inner child as compass we can return and remember where the fountain of youth resides.
The reality in front of us is at least 13 billion years in the making.
This moment, with you reading this, is made by elements woven together, aligning inter-dimensionally, and becoming what it is. The beginning of everything is co-creating this moment with us.
We are related to everything that we see. We are all connected by Sequence, the stuff that makes me wonder which came first: Time or Story? (Regardless, Sequence to me is that continuous beat that spirals but pretends to be a straight line)
I took a photo of my room with all the things I have in the world and I see the pieces of our world that made their way to me. What are their beginnings and initiations, and when will they return home? How old are they? These metals—where are they from? How were they made by earth? The patterns in my fabrics might be older than its colors. Even the parts of my three-year old phone which took this photo (below) might be older than me. And maybe the most senior are the magnetic fields that enable me to type and share my words on a screen. And how about the words found in the dictionary, how old are they? My words—including the very first human word—are infants, and my ancestors let my infant words express themselves onto a screen made by children.
It is also possible that within me is where the source of all creation thrives. Why else would I have these roots in my skin if I am not a testament to our origins? I may have been here when the rocks melted, when mountains spoke, and trees wrote histories. And I may have been the one who decided that actually, I want to be busy and forget what’s important. And it was then that I have forgotten about many other things including my connection to this ringing in my ear. This gentle Sound, the one who predates Sequence, I remember her now as the one who recognized herself from the random void of Noise. Can you hear it too? It vibrates.
The fountain of youth is not a location, but it is where it lives. I am the fountain of youth. Within me lives the water of life.
Notes
This is a late birthday post.
This post from
also talks about this reality being 13 billion years. It’s uncanny.Something related (but also synchronistic too!) is Eternity by
. Belated happy birthday!
The words written here, rang true to me!