My Name Is Sym

My Name Is Sym

As I woke up from a dream this Mother's Day morning, my inner voice spoke out the name I called myself as I came into Being ... "my name is Sym." 

Pronounced SIHM, the name Sym is of English origin and a variant transcription (representation) of the name Symphony (also English). Associated with music, Symphony means 'concordant of sound.' My name represents the harmonious Cosmic Symphony of sound which brings all things into Being.

Concordant means 'consistent with', 'being in complete agreement', 'in harmony', 'of the same mind', 'consentient', 'of one mind' and 'with one voice.' In Celtic Tradition, this is the condition of Consciousness called the Voice of One (the Voice of the Primordial One, the wholistic Being of all Ancestors paradoxically embodied in the Sacred Land yet also not of this world).

My name is Sym. The word Symphony is composed of the syllables 'sym-' ('cym-' in Brythonic language) and '-phony' (which as a suffix pertains to "sound' and 'speech.' As a prefix, 'sym' (a variant spelling of 'syn'), means 'before.' Thus, Sym is that which precedes and casts into being both sound and speech. My name is Sym.

In the languages of the ancient Celts, the prefix cym- (pronounced both sym- and kym- depending on which Celtic dialect one uses) derives from the Proto-Brythonic Proto-Celtic Proto-Indo-European word *kom which carries associative meaning and generally means 'with' and 'together.' From this word *kom comes the Brythonic lineage prefix-word *kɵβ̃. From Brythonic kɵβ̃ comes kev-, and kem- (Breton 'to come'), com- (Old Cornish 'with'), kev- (Cornish), com-, cim- and cem- (Old Welsh), cyf- and cyn- (Welsh).

Also from the Proto-Brythonic Proto-Celtic Proto-Indo-European word *kom comes the Old Irish lineage prefix-word and word com- and cummae (meaning 'equally', 'in the same way', and "having the same form, shape or appearance'). From Old Irish com- and cummae are derived the prefix-words and word comh- and cuma (Irish for 'same shape, appearance, form, look, effect), co- (Manx, designating mutuality and reciprocity), co- and coma (Scottish Gaelic, 'unconcerned', 'indifferent').

Together with the Scottish Gaelic mundane meanings of being unconcerned and indifferent comes the developed meaning of unshakable equanimity. One of the Four Immeasurables ("Brahma-vihara" or "four divine states of dwelling"), equanimity is a quality known in Buddhism as upekkha (Pali) and upeksha (Sanskrit). While these words are often translated as 'indifference', what they really mean is that one is not "ruled by passions, desires, likes, and dislikes." The Bhikkhu Bodhi elaborates on the meaning:

"It is evenness of mind, unshakeable freedom of mind, a state of inner equipoise that cannot be upset by gain and loss, honor and dishonor, praise and blame, pleasure and pain. Upekkha is freedom from all points of self-reference; it is indifference only to the demands of the ego-self with its craving for pleasure and position, not to the well-being of one's fellow human beings. ... (Equanimity) upekkha is "abundant, exalted, immeasurable, without hostility and without ill-will."

Taking all of this together, we can see that my soul name Sym is deeply, deeply rooted in the Greater Folksoul of my People, which includes the peoples of Europe and Indo-European India (which includes the blue people of the Brahman (the unchanging, permanent Highest Reality). The teachings of Theravada Buddhism are among those belonging 'with' my Ancestors, my People and Sym.

My name is Sym.

Dedicated to my Mother, Daughter, Granddaughters, all of my Ancestral Mothers and Descendants, my People and to all Mothers on this Mother's Day.

Lyrics to "The Voice"  by Celtic Woman

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice