The Fountain of Youth 2025-07-18

 

We are all but sparks of consciousness floating around infinite nothingness. Forget what we call reality for now and imagine the void instead. Nothing exists yet. Now, as a detached consciousness, we need a train of thought. A reality. Something to ground us, so to say. Otherwise, we essentially go mad. What do we think about? Anything! So then what? Why? There's no purpose to any particular train of thought. We just... are... And we exist in this void... and we will exist... and we have existed... and we continue to exist... For no reason other than that we do. No purpose. How terrifying in a way. Without purpose, there's no reason to pick any one train of thought.

As consciousnesses, what we experience is whatever we imagine we experience. So if we go mad, we experience madness. If we stay calm, we experience serenity. As a consciousness, we cannot stop thinking. It continues forever. So we either pick a reality to attach to or essentially succumb to madness. And so we pick. We attach ourselves so heavily that all inputs of our consciousness make it feel like reality rather than made up images of our own making. And collectively with other consciousnesses we devise a reality to call home. A reality to believe in. A reality to feel like purpose when purpose doesn't exist.

And when we die...? We simply detach from the physical feelings of the reality of this world. We float freely again. Purposeless. Alone. Until we pick a reality. And so, the only thing that ultimately matters is whether or not we make our reality bearable. And forgetting the infinite nature of it is part of it. Knowing it for certain is maddening. It's an endless loop of meaninglessness and who knows what reality we might have to live through in the future. And so, we focus on the reality of now. What good is fearing what reality might come? What good is fearing what this reality might bring more so than what currently exists? Only now matters in as much as we don't cause our now to create chain reactions that ruin our later.

And that's now the crux of this whole mess. It all being "in our head" means clarity of mind, confidence, lack of fear, are paramount to a world of peace. Not just our own, but that of everyone. We are a collective reality. If those around us are terrified, our next existence is far more likely to become a hell. Only with the collaboration of others to make our ride enjoyable can we continue to have an enjoyable ride. 

The astute observer of the self will recognize that we, individually, are made up of consciousness. How many and what their existence is like is really only felt through emotion for the most part, but if we listen quietly we can hear their impressions. Their concerns, their wisdom, their joys. They are to us what we are to a consciousness of which we comprise. The universe is consciousness and we are its inputs in the same way that we have consciousnesses making up our inputs. We must make the journey enjoyable for those of whom we've essentially been entrusted which will also benefit us to then help those around us keep our own existence enjoyable which will also in turn help us keep our higher consciousness's existence enjoyable.

If we have inner turmoil, it is our consciousnesses warring. In some manner we have influence to that. I do not yet get the mechanism except in that it relies entirely on emotions and how we handle them. This seems to be true inward just as much as outward. The why still eludes me but it's perhaps unimportant. What is important is whether or not we are going to rise to create a stable existence for those within us, for those around us, and for that which is above us. The stability of all three is all entirely pertinent for our own eternal existence. And to be honest, that is terrifying. 

As I consider this, it concerns me how incapable I am of directing the traffic of this world. If I can't direct it, I'm at its mercy. And this world is not merciful. And being at its mercy, it has the option of wrecking the world within me and the world outside us. So when I die and my consciousness is trying to find a new reality of which to cling to and all that exists is pain and suffering for eternity... what a terrible realization. It is extraordinarily important for the world to stop the nonsense and make our own perpetual loop of existence more enjoyable. This life is one part of it and if we screw it up for others, we screw it up for our future selves.

That terror mustn't be realized though for it will bring about that which we're fearing. We must remain fearless and steadfast knowing that by doing so and helping others, we can spread the better existence for all to come and our shared manifestation of reality can improve or even eventually become a form of paradise. It is paramount, therefore, to ride the good streams of emotion which benefits us, our inward world, and provides one of billions of input voices to our universe's consciousness. For we are but an emergent property of our own many voices as our universal consciousness is an emergent property of our own inputs.

In short, we are already in eternity with no purpose other than to make the eternal ride bearable for all.

The Fountain of Youth 2025-07-11

Today's lesson was all about maturity. We as a species have failed to continue maturing. A few people here and there may have figured it out and it seems we've received ancient wisdom to guide us toward it, but we've come to neglect or forget what maturity is, what it means, and why we should do it.

Inside our minds is like Lord of the Flies on a ship. No one's at the helm for none of the kids know where to go. They jump around the ship fighting each other and making noise. They take turns jumping on the wheel only to be thrown off by another kid shortly thereafter. The wise kids don't bother even taking the helm cuz they don't know where they're going either and it makes no sense to try to steer a ship when others will fight you for the privilege.

Maturity has so many aspects and it seems so hard without clear directives and clear understandings as to how it benefits us. We have to tell our children that we don't hit each other, we don't call names, we try to work in harmony as a family. Then once we're an adult, most of us stop hitting but forget the rest. Why try to work in harmony when no one else is? They started it. They're they bad guy. Such children... We scream, we fight, we war. We don't know how to behave. And anyone shouting out that we ought to behave is generally killed. It's a rough world.

Still, perhaps we've been learning it fairly slowly as a species. I'm can't say we're regressing while the whole world continues to improve, but we're definitely always on the edge teetering toward destruction over growth with each new development and advancement giving us reason to take our eyes off the prize of maturity. 

To the immature, maturity looks weak. It looks passive. It looks like permission for monsters to run amok. And so, we trade in maturity for loud voices and warriors. People who will get things done and not just sit around singing kumbaya while the world burns. Unfortunately, this is just so short-sighted. The real power comes with the maturity. The maturity is alignment with the River. And alignment with the River is the path that heals the world either through scientific principals or even via stream magic. But we'll never know if we don't work toward it--something few people care to do.

I found myself wanting to steer the ship. I want to be strong enough to fend the fools off the help and to keep it steering in the right direction. But it takes knowledge, discipline, strength, and purpose. And who is going to teach me all those things? Feeling compassion for this would-be captain, I raised my hand to say, "I will. I will train him" while forgetting the him was me. And that's just it, we must take ownership of our own maturing. No one else is going to do it. Just us. And we will do so by following the voice of the River.

I was presented with a choice of maturity. I was put in charge of my own timeline. When do I think I should mature? When am I ready for it? I am still much like a child, so I want to make the childish decision. But that's the decision that keeps me the child. Am I not strong enough to mature? Am I going to admit I am beneath it? To admit I am incapable, or never going to be ready is to say I never want the greater things that maturity brings. I don't want greater knowledge and power. I don't want a life of greater peace and satisfaction. But don't I? And is it really out of my reach? So when do I want to grow? When will I be ready? When will I say this is the time, I am ready to grow? When indeed...

Aided meditation is for the babies. The mature reach the River and hear it of their own accord. The wise learn to breathe in the material world slowly and exhale emotions of virtue into the world around them. And in so practicing and meditating, they learn to hear, learn to see, and learn to guide the River in and around their presence with full faculty of mind.