The Fountain

Creating our own news.

Watching the news can be dangerous. Yes, it’s responsible to stay informed but informed about what? These days it’s becoming impossible to know what’s real and true and what might be A.I. generated or biased or just outright lies. Watching, reading, listening often polarizes us against this or for that, and - ultimately - further distracts us from exploring and deepening the meaning in our lives.

I’ve been addressing my addiction to the news and realized this morning that it’s actually creative energy looking for expression. So, instead of pouring my attention into the news “out there,” I’m creating my own news from “in here.” BTW, that’s not news, out there, it’s olds. It already happened. Whereas what’s going on in here is emergent. That’s real news. Just sayin’.

Here.

Attention. Imagine holding it here. Not on what’s happening out there, even these words, but being able to stay present within ourselves to FEEL what’s freshly emerging in our experience of being alive… while we notice words on a screen, noises in the back ground, thoughts roaming through our minds.

This is the meaning of our lives; nothing that can be put into words. This experience, sustained.

I’m writing a sci fi novel about the collapse of distance between action and consequences, the end of evil. I doubt I made this up. I’m just tracking what’s actually happening in humanity over a long stretch of evolution. Linear time isn’t exactly shortening. It’s blanking out for moments at a time. Moments, then interludes… longer and longer which is a weird way to put it.

Persistent. Just present. This. Now.

So, that’s what the novel is about and here’s my introduction for readers:

Reader, I speak to you softly,
the way dawn speaks
before we know our names.

A story is leaning toward us, not yet born,
waiting in the hollow between your breath and mine.

If I write it alone, it withers.
If you read it without engaging, it sleeps.

So let us open one small door together—
not just this one on the page,
but the one opening inside our imaginal hearts.

Here, the unseen touches the visible.
Here, words become prophecy.
We follow them thoughtfully,
and time rearranges itself for us
into a new dream.

I am only asking you to remember with me
what has been calling to us
since before the stars learned to shine

Something wonderful is happening.