Author: D.P. Reitman

Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed. The sun is a local manifestation of this law, its energy traveling a modest 93 million miles to feed the trees of this world. Meanwhile, 27,000 light-years away, Sagittarius A* churns, fueling the relentless pulse of a Milky Way galaxy 100,000 light-years across—a solitary node in the network of galaxies webbing a multiverse of unknowable scale.

The fractal grows in complexity as it ascends, and the cycle of return is long. We take that journey every time we are born and every time we die. Whenever something exists and then becomes something else—macro to micro—the journey resets. Right now, then, and always: the closed cycle of energy, infinitely large in proportion. The big churn.

Reincarnation is the custodial necessity of this cycle. You could spend eons as a lonely planet, or seven minutes as a bacterium in the wrenching guts of the person sitting next to you. It is all part of the journey. Here on Earth, 27,000 light-years from the center, we have awakened. “Found” is the wrong word; “recognized” is better. You, me, us—we have seen the pattern, just as you’re viewing it now. Can you feel it? Can you hear it? Can you understand the taste? Or is it water on the tongue; deafness to the ears; nothingness to the touch; a void in the eyes?

We are not soulmates, but mates of the same soul, separated by billions of years or mere seconds and the chasm of consciousness. Time itself is nothing to this energy. In our world, perfect symmetry is rare. We are strangers, siblings, or scorned lovers, meant to journey this life or the next—together, apart, or never at all. The mask does not matter for the transformation. The journey only cares that the work gets done. We are both the observer and the observed, united as one: Awaken.