Seeds of Tomorrow (the 4th Fountain): The Fountains, #4

By Robert James Koyich

The Sanctified Spirit version of Seeds of Tomorrow is the direct text from the first part of the three-part book The Sands of Yesterday.  The Fountains are designed to provide clean and clear waters with the intent to provide.  100% of Seeds of Tomorrow's earnings go to Providing Point, a program that shares reloadable grocery cards in Chilliwack, B.C., Canada.  The Fountains are streams of text winding around the obstacles of Rob's life, and, as they form, new thoughts, ideas, and concepts emerge with the intent to improve life.  This book is the 4th Fountain, yet the first three are not publically available individually.  The Fountains of Yesterday, The First Three Fountains, bundled into the printed volume titled Fragments of Intent.  Please enjoy this book and know your contribution to purchasing it is going towards food for people who appreciate the food you are assisting them to have.  By purchasing this book, you are a provider.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Introversial
• Release date: Jan 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781989180068

Book preview

Contents

A Grain of Sand

In the Fields and Gardens

An Overtone Seed

Who Shall I Tell?

A Glimmering Illusion

The Splice of Advice

Rebuttal to the Process

Repentance is Futile

Back to the Plow

One Page Later

My Ultimate Wishlist

A Primary Notion

Acknowledgments

A Grain of Sand

Though we’ve not met , the pets greet with a kind gesture.  The idea of PLUR holds the weld, and though I don’t know who you’ll become, I remember I need to share the story of where you come from.

This book, Aeris, is for our family.  Although I had thought of you, Celest and Paradox even a decade before I wrote this, some grains of truth extend back into my youth.  I had thought that I’d adopt, yet I know not if that happens now.

I had not yet known your Mom, though I could see our home in my mind.  The aquarium surrounding your bed is even held in my mind now, and I envision the windows of your room around the desktop upon which you work. 

Though I think you’re three to five years away from when I wrote this, I sip in the cinematic and contialitic bliss dreaming of the first kiss.  Your Mom may not have known about me for a long time yet, yet I still hadn’t a clue who she is. 

Maybe you are a grain of sand that already passed through the hourglass.  I can’t yet know for sure.  Your Grandpa is one that’s taken great care of me, and I know they want me to shine out and through my doubt about the plans of never forgotten love.

The thoughts of the plot are for the path of our story, yet I want our home to be close to my Dad.  I’ve still not been clear about how we get to that point, yet one thing that I want to help teach you is how to dream.  I want to help you have a clarified vision of what you want, and then help you with gumption, encouragement, and support to reach your dreams! 

I’ve thought about our home since 2011, and the goal is to have the professional draft of our home set and made by September 5th, 2019.  I’ll invest further time in designing our home, and though it may be a lost obsessive point, I also want to envision events, activities, and people in our house.  We know it, though I still have fear and a lack of faith. 

I have ideas about how you are brought up, and there are lessons that my parents have given me that I’ll relay to you.  I don’t know yet if you’ll have a brother or sister.  I can’t even imagine who YOU are to be, let alone understand or believe I meet your Mom.  There still were so many pieces of the puzzle that needed to be found and placed.  I’ll tell you my stories, though first I must meet you, Aeris.

Your Grandma might like that we build our house in Canada.  I have loved her too, and I think of the lessons I’ve been learning.  I’m thankful she’s closer to me now than we had been through the years before, and I hope you get to see her often.  I think she holds my fear that we’ll never meet because I may be too bold and fretful or meek and courageous.  The balance isn’t precise.

I’m wondering how we use this book for us too.  I don’t know what you would want to know of my past, and if the title is Seeds of Tomorrow, it’s clear that you’re one of the essential seeds that I tend.  The Fountains books take about 3-9 months to write, though I think I could produce them faster.  It depends on life and my understanding.

Since we don’t yet know who your Mom is, I could write about the lovestones (women) I meet and have met.  I had been advised to document the process, and that’s what the Fountains are doing even if unfocused and misconstrued. 

I’m thinking about how our garden will be decades after being planted.  Some plants only stay around for a year, yet there also are some that return year after year as we evolve through the cycles of time.  No matter where we are to live, we’ll find a way to bring you to your grandparents once or twice a year and invite them to our house too! 

The stars are far away, yet they align.  Perchance I should think of the time closer to myself when I wrote instead of where you are when you get this.  This book should not be just for you, Aeris.  I need to let my imagination and heart twist through the Universe and bring it back to others too. 

For now, though, I need to search and seek the lovestone that comes to honour, love and protect you too.  Our lives are grains of sand in the oyster of time; a delicate pearl that ensures we unfurl.

I ask you to remain faithful to yourself.  Find your heart revel in things and people that aren’t there yet and see the truth unfold from the first moments we hold.  The ideas of the kitten’s purr find the soft fur to nuzzle up and sup with the idea of a cup overflowing. 

We also show, though, she didn’t yet know. 

The hope is still to bridge to the points where we need to be.  The words speak back to my heart, yet how can we see I arrive at our moment of a meeting?  I release control of the dream and write for those that’ll team up to ensure we meet.  The seeds share with some on the street, and some ideas hold the treat to my being.  There is a fear of seeing deep into her eyes to find I do not need to disguise. 

The slight rise and fall of breath call out to Beth.  I can’t concur that she knows yet either if it’s for sure.  The purification of my being finds that there are some who let us know where we are to come from.  What is taken to form the dream?  Do we hold the truth in the reams of text?  What does it matter if another’s next to me?  Do you heed what I wrote?  The sequence of the note shares some who carry a wish to pair her with the child from her womb, yet into the light of the first day we stray. 

You can’t tell me what to do for the next few years.  You aren’t yet able to speak to me.  Other than the intuition that comes from this, a particular curtain of bliss brings us up to sup.  I hope we know the pup is still to become a Shivan, though I can’t yet live in the same moment of intent you’ve sent.  The vents clear and clarify how it’s God, perchance, who tells us how and why.

I could tell you, though, that some of the gals that I meet in my life catch my heart.  I wonder about the people you know and meet that aren’t directly part of our family tree.  Some people are part of our family; though, when you read this, they include quite a few I’d not yet known when I wrote this book.  The combination of two lives into one through marriage melds quite a few different worlds, sometimes.

When will we next meet the Haaves and the Wrys?  They were the closest I had to brothers and sisters when I grew up.  In the years before this book, I barely heard from any of them, though that may be since I’ve not made much effort to contact them.  There are many others I’ve not reached out to too.  In the creation of these books, I had isolated myself a lot.  It’s not been a great feeling to do so, sometimes, though I’ve also thought it’s easier to be on my own. 

I write these books to learn and share my understanding and ideas about life with people.  With some, I have so much to say, and then there are others that I’ve left alone and had nothing to share.  Within the past six months, I’ve held at home with my excuses and actions that have found me near alone. 

It’s easier to be alone.  There can be no one to hurt.  There’s no one to worry about having to care for at home, and it’s weird that I’ve fretted so much for some I’m not