Note: Synesthesia is a widening scientific field concerning sensory modifications of the synapses in the brain. Often referred to as the crossing or confusing of the senses, it continues to widen its meaning as new variations of these modifications arise.
As I continue to write it can be difficult for me at times in more than one way. Of course, it can take time to decide what to write or even how to express what I am thinking. As a Synesthete I recognize that I am often in a space of explanation once removed from most others. This can mean discussing my thoughts with those who may or may not readily understand what I am trying to explain in order to try to bring about as much clarity as I can to my statements. My husband is not a Synesthete in the way that I am and as such has often been invaluable in getting me to bring such clarity to my explanations and statements.
I have a strong internal belief that I am meant to do my utmost best to present my thoughts and hopefully insights into being a Synesthete, ways to becoming a Synesthete and the Evolution taking place in Humanity. That Synesthesia, in its broadest terms as its now beginning to encompass, is very much part of that Evolution. At the same time I feel strongly I am meant to be part of the process of the NOW that is unfolding all about me. All about us. There is a certain amount of 'Witness' energy to that that I'm not sure how to express. Not really so much that I write about it, but that I am here, that I participate, that I am part of it.
I do not consider myself an Empath Synesthete (yes, Empaths would be part of the spectrum) in the sense I do others. However, I can certainly feel energies all about me. All around me, all the time. It is probably why I ended up living where I do, which is on a track of timber property my husband acquired when he was young. I am surrounded by trees, wildlife, streams, all energies that serves as a very real buffer.
This buffer has certainly suffered over the years with the building of subdivisions and other processes of rural to suburban. I am certainly Witness to Climate Change by Human Activity first hand. But, thankfully, the buffer is still here, if somewhat battered. But there are energies that rage on the outskirts. I can still smell the fires, hear the alarms and see the ribbons of chaos streaming like crazed flocks of frightened birds.
So part of my difficulty is that I must find a way to sit still and dim the madness raging at the edges. I thank Nature for Her blessings that She has provided me some small recourse to that, so that I might reach into what I feel that I must do to the best of my ability. I feel as if the trees actually protect me, filter out and tone down much of the surrounding energies that might come at me full blast otherwise. And I will continue my quest. Because our Species is changing, we are Evolving. If we can get beyond the fear of Change and embrace each person's Uniqueness.