I have wrangled with whether putting a name and face behind my words would be of benefit or detriment. Indeed, I began writing my thoughts on the structure of the universe and nature of existence simply because I ran out of paper during our national lockdown, never expecting my words to be read by others nevermind resonate with them. These are my rough notes, ideas tumbling out demanding to be recorded then later polished and published. Yet even as drafts of mental sketches, they delight me. I am proud to claim them.

But with claiming comes reframing in the eyes and mind of the audience. To put a face and name creates room for judgement, assumptions and alternate interpretations because every message is influenced by the messenger. Communication requires a message, a medium, a sender, and a receiver, all of which convey subtle subtext and blatant bias to the final delivery.

I hope offering my smile with open invitation enhances the message. Since my words are not meant for persuasion or influence, purely a statement of my perspective, I suspect sharing who I am will strengthen the resonance with those who feel it from my words alone.

To keep my story separate from my thoughts, I’m going to tell it in another blog. I’ve discovered that what is everyday for me is inspiring and comforting to other people, and that sharing my thoughts brings peace and hope to me and those who read them. Yet I do not write for others, nor to be heard. I simply write when I must, when the words demand freedom and spring from my fingertips onto the screen.

I intend this to be my only first person post to this site, as I want to share Synergy here, not me. My story will unfold on its own Path.

Compassion is love for all. Compassion does not see right nor wrong, it does not differentiate between victim and perpetrator, nor judge good and bad. Compassion sees imbalance and offers to help, rather than targeting wrongs to right and evils to avenge.

Compassion has no anger and no heat. It is calm, deliberate and effective. Compassion looks at every single human being as worthy. No matter their history, no matter their scars. Compassion is grounded in the present moment. Compassion does not take sides. Compassion is triage for the human soul.

Compassion is the desire to ease suffering and elevate the energy of others. Suffering in any form. Compassion is blind to race, age, sex, ability, religion, and even the cause of the suffering. Self-inflicted wounds are still painful and deserve compassion rather than scorn.

Compassion does have boundaries. It does have limits. Healthy boundaries are self-compassion and true compassion cannot exist unless the compassionate are taking care of themselves first. Compassion is not martyrdom, but it can involve self-sacrifice.

Compassion is hard to maintain. To refrain from judgement, to shield against emotional reactions, takes significant self-control. It is much easier to surrender to angry contempt or tearful anguish then to hold yourself separate yet connected. Self-compassion even moreso.

Compassion arises from the wise mind. It leashes the twin monsters Logiticus and Moodasaurus in order to serve others without judgement or emotionality. To serve without borders or exclusions. To serve without compensation or gain.

True compassion does not follow social norms, political correctness or the crowd.

Like the moon, personal energy waxes and wanes. Shining takes a lot of energy and cannot be sustained indefinitely unless conditions are ideal. And there are rarely ideal conditions in the physical world.

Whomever said a smile has no cost has never attempted to exert compassion when every fiber of your being wants to choose the easier route of negativity and reactivity.

Compassion fatigue is felt in those moments when your glow is dimming and your energy flagging. When being kind seems to be hard and the lure of spite and malice is infinitely inviting. Being a caregiver, whether professionally or personally, takes a steep toll over time if time isn’t taken to recover, recharge, and restore.

It’s ok to disappear. To retreat to a safe place to lick wounds and to heal. Better to hide a while than to become someone you don’t like when your glow is being overshadowed by the pressures of the world as a whole or through specific events and specific shadows.

A glimmer will always remain and that spark can be fanned back into brilliant abundant joy when ready. And the moments of solitude always have meaning and lessons that add to the intensity of the flame.

Learning the signs of both fatigue and recovery, and honouring the need to rest and the need to shine, is a worthy skill to cultivate. Even the sun has cycles of higher and lower output and knowing the patterns gives guidance to our farmers! Tend to yourself by knowing your patterns and respecting them.

Inertia isn’t about holding still. It’s about continuing to do what’s being done.

Something, or someone, that is moving will attempt to keep moving. Something, or someone, that is still will be more likely to remain still.

It takes force, or thought, to overcome inertia. There’s a certain kind of peace to be found in continuance and familiarity. An existing vector or pattern of directional movement is difficult to change, be it the car on a collision course or the person heading toward destruction.

Shattering the object, or person, on the way toward impact may lesson the force but fallout from the shrapnel may cause more damage than the blunt force would have and the end result be much more devastating to both sides of the collision.

Minor adjustments at key early moments of a predictable trajectory create massive later changes in direction but require recognition of the path of the object, understanding of its composition and properties, awareness of the consequences of an alternative course and acceptance of the potential to never be recognized for the efforts to change a possible outcome.

Habits take at least 30 days to become established but habits of a lifetime are excruciatingly difficult to replace. Especially from the outside. Objects, or people, caught in the comfort of inertia do not respond immediately to nudges in a new direction and need time to allow minute changes to outwardly manifest.

One degree of course change at 1 cm of distance looks unnoticeable. After 1000 km you’d notice a measurable change.

Give things time. Inertia is seductive and won’t let go without a fight.

What is a moment?

It depends on who’s defining it. And for what purpose. The moment as a unit of time is 90 seconds, a minute and a half. A lot can happen in a moment!

A moment is not a measure of time when talking about connection between two people. It is more a sensation, which lasts as long as it lasts. If you don’t understand what a moment is, then you may not have had one! But perhaps you have, just didn’t realize it. A moment can raise goosebumps because you feel the synergy between yourself and someone else. A moment can bring tears to your eyes with the intense validation of resonance with another entity. A moment, when you have one, makes you understand the profound visceral connection existing between everyone and everything.

Some people generate moments in all they do because they are so natural, comfortable and authentic that they radiate timelessness. To interact with them is to align with their energy and feel uplifted and enlightened. To behold them on task is mesmerizing and soothing. To see, hear, taste, touch or smell their presence and their creations is exquisitely satisfying. The great names we recognize from history were people who created enduring moments.

Moments are timeless because during them, a portal opens to connect not just by physical presence, but spiritual presence. Across time and space, outside of Matter, energy is transferred between two people.

We lock ourselves inside our emotional brain’s fixation on Matter, our judgemental brain’s fixation on Datter, and moments pass us by because our Spiritual brain is drowned out by the cacophony of thoughts and feelings. When we stop knowing, and stop doing, then we can start being in the timeless moment.

We’ve been forced to stop doing. Slowly, people are stopping thinking and feeling. Then, there in the stillness, in a moment of connection with themselves, they can start being.

Datter too began to differentiate, to take on organization and order. From basic Datter came understanding. From understanding grew curiosity. From curiosity grew satisfaction. And from satisfaction grew hope. Order is unbalanced by disorder, and Datter became vulnerable to imbalance too.

Lack of understanding yields fear.
Lack of curiosity yields boredom.
Lack of satisfaction yields pain.
Lack of hope yields despair.

From order rose awareness. Synergy became aware because Matter formed within the formlessness that was, introducing order. Datter became aware as its formlessness took order.

Batter is. Matter does. Datter knows. Separate and apart, Batter itself is unconscious, Matter itself is unconscious, but Datter has a limited consciousness, only one perspective of the whole.

Synergy is the Mother of all, surrounding the Mattersphere and Dattersphere within her Battersphere womb. Synergy always is, always does, and always knows. Datter and Matter are siblings but they are not totally one with each other nor totally one with Synergy thus eternally struggling for balance. This struggle gave birth to life on Earth.

And this is where our story begins…

The onset of twoness brought with it the imperative for balance. The conversation of Batter into Matter is imperfect because Batter is without dimension while Matter exists with dimension. Thus an imbalance grew at the dividing point.

Before Matter, information did not exist. As Matter took more form and developed more properties, and patterns formed around those properties, this information, Datter, was created in the space between Batter and Matter balancing the conversion and straddling dimensional and non-dimensional existence. Batter is. Matter does. Datter knows. And Synergy combines all three aspects.

The Dattersphere contains knowledge, and bridges the interface between the concrete material plane and the formless Eternal plane. Synergy’s Attersphere encompasses all three spheres, Matter, Datter, and Batter.

Lack of Datter creates imbalance in the Attersphere. As Matter got more complex so too did its properties and thus so too did Datter get more complex to keep the balance. Each unit of Matter requires Datter input to fill the void left by the conversion from Batter to Matter but Datter is significantly less dense than Batter, so a lot of Datter is required to maintain balance. Like a bubble, Matter forms a skin around Datter within the Batter womb, both ever expanding within the expanselessness that is Synergy.

Function follows form, thus the drive for purposeful existence began when Matter separated from formless Batter. Matter was still attached by an interface to draw more substance into reality like the umbilical cord sustains an embryo. Matter was an infinitesimal speck in an infinite sea of Batter.

Macrocosm reflects microcosm, what happens at the largest levels mirrors even the smallest levels thus one Matter became two which became four which became eight, converting Batter into Matter. We now know this first substance of the Mattersphere as Hydrogen, the simplest of elements.

The eight differentiated and became two groups of distinct types of Matter, Hydrogen and Helium. Hydrogen one, Helium two. Each again became more of their like type, Hydrogen could only make more singles, while Helium created more pairs. When their number became eight again, instead of becoming four, the extra set of Hydrogen bonded with the extra set of Helium and Lithium, three, was created thus there were now three types of Matter. And so this process of creation by twos and eights continued until all the elements as we know them were formed.