I had a dream about a young man who appeared at first to be in his early twenties. This man lived in the four corners region of the United States some time around 10,000 years ago or perhaps earlier, I am not certain. He had golden brown skin and, like I said, appeared to be very young but as I gazed into his eyes, I could tell that he was at the same time very young and very ancient. I could sense that he was a man of great power and wisdom.

We didn't speak to each other but rather held in common the same experience from two different poles of thought.
At first I had the impression that he had summoned me via a connection in time which I understand is "the path". Then I understood that the path had summoned us both to this encounter.
He was a wind listener.
He would stand in his circle of truth and listen to the winds. It was this wind listening that gave him his perception of the worlds through which the winds blow.
When listening to the wind, he did not perceive time in the normal sense (or should I say in the way I do). He would stand for days or perhaps weeks and listen.
I perceived that he had the power to call me into his world but would not because he knew that this would not serve a good purpose. Then it occurred to me that I could call him into my world but should not. He stood in his circle and I stood on my path, and we had communion of soul.
He showed me visions of creation, rock and water, male and female, old and young, light and dark, stillness and motion.
The most remarkable thing that stood out to me is the paradox of old and young.
He seemed to embody this paradox.

Since this encounter with the man I will call Golden Boy, I have had many other dreams that continue to enhance the experience.

Since the original dream, I have also been to a psychic who told me that I am a very old soul. This makes me wonder if my dream was more a remembering than a dream.

I have the feeling that the main point is that I am supposed to remember back to a time that could only be described as magic.
This was a time of star magic.
Star magic was alive in the soil, in the rocks, in the water, in the plants and in the animals. It was a time when only the language of creation was used.

Creation forces were at work in such abundance that it was not possible to even think a thought that would not materialize and incarnate.
There was no possibility of deception or any kind of half truth. Thought and action was one and the same thing, happening all at once, like lightning in the sky.

It occurred to me that to be in a state of constant re-creation of mind, body, and spirit was to experience immortality.
This is not the same as continuously being re-incarnated. Instead it is living a very long time but remaining always young.

I think that at one time there were a lot of people who were much like us but were very old while remaining very young.

Golden Boy was encouraging me to meditate on rock and water. Rock listens to the star power. Not just the sun but the stars. Rock is a good listener, enduring with rapt attention and focus for many, many years. Rock people will reveal their secrets to anyone who asks.
Water is good for forgetting. Wash away, wear down, dilute, and distract.

Rock is annoyed at water because water is always so playful and distracting. Rock wants to listen to the stars but water will not allow it.
Water is always tickling the ribs of rock to make him laugh and play.

Golden Boy gave me an assignment;

First consider rock which is spirit.
Then consider water which is spirit.
When you understand more about rock and water, consider wind. Wind is Spirit.
Then consider fire. Fire is Spirit.

Then consider that all living things are rock, water, wind and fire.

This all sounded very strange and unusual when I first encountered it. Since, I have been reading everything I can on the subject and have found that I am not the first to get this message. Nor is the message new. It was just new to me.

Or is it that I am new to me?
Or is it that I am old and new?