Nature Has An Infinite Capacity To Organize And Orchestrate

At this time in human experience, we often think we have things figured out

It sometimes takes a sleepless night with music and a muse to regain focus and humility

This winter night has found me awake in the darkness with the blues playing in the background. It seems my muse was restless and starting jumping on my end of the bed. My scientist and writers dilemma comes from my struggle to call up my life’s collection of observations and thoughts on the nature of Atom-Ecology to guide me in new experiments. Recent times have been exciting and fruitful in being able to assemble the necessary ingredients from the vast periodic table of nuclides into a quark soup. My soup pot miraculously enables cold nuclear fusion, deuteron fusion. While I may be adding the ingredients and influencing their make up it is quite clear that these ingredients engage in self-organizing themselves into a fantastical fusing fermentation.

Getting ready to play Nature’s most beautiful music

As much as I am prone to imagine that my work is guided by my conscious intelligence, it’s also clear that Nature is not occupying an invisible unheard seat in the back row of the assembled musicians on stage. Just how this self-organization aspect of cold fusion takes place is a target of my experiments. It begins with deuterons shuffling into their seats in an ultra-dense state at the nexus of its lattice concert hall.

The results are revealed in the products, the cold deuteron fusion with its heat, lovely gamma rays, and all manner of unexpected nucleosynthesis. Nature it seems, though she loves her stars that shine so brightly and through the fusion inside them provide light for photosynthesis, has not forgotten the vaster darker regions of the universe. There in the dark and tiny places is where the mainstay of Nature’s ongoing energizing and creative processes takes place.

In the cold and lonely darkness, we all know that while we will revel with the dawn’s light, what keeps us safe in the vast darkness are the tiny flickers of light and heat. This is the domain of cold fusion where the smallest and most abundant atom in this universe, hydrogen/deuterium, out of mostly darkness creates more. More of what you might wonder? More of everything is the answer. Cold fusion is no invention of man, it fuels the very heart of the infinite complexity of Nature. It does so with a beat and a melody just like music. If you prepare carefully and listen patiently you will be able to hear when the music begins to play.

A question of time

Don’t think everything of value is to be found where you are familiar and comfortable. It may not be that the most incredible part of the music comes from the virtuoso up front. The least apparent player might at any moment begin a riff that ripples through the orchestra and transforms the music. Indeed as Nature never plays mere solo or duet performances the hundreds of elements and isotopes are always on stage together and all contribute to the music of the universe. In my mind, I am losing the ability to discern the differences between our reductionist notions of the inanimate and animate. When particles engage in wave behaviour, is that the essence of life?

While entertaining seeming legions of visitors, who have been coming in recent weeks to my laboratory bench to witness, discuss, and assist in my particular orchestral composition, I have been asked how to explain the difference between the simple, almost crude, methods of HOT fusion as compared to my performing cold fusion and its lovely gamma rays. It is a challenge as we are a mere few decades into the time when we have the ability to see, or more like listening to the music of cold fusion. It’s not the big bass drum of the hydrogen bomb that is the sine qua non of Hot fusion. Cold fusion begins like the lead into a slow dark blues song.

Is that the ever so quiet brush on the snare drum I hear? Wait, was that a single plucked string? Now a quiet humming from one of the singers. The music is starting to take form but the musicians are not sure yet how to assemble themselves. A harmonic vibration ripples across the orchestra. Musicians are stirring in their seats. Their ears are perking up listening for their cue to begin. One or many are exploring the possibilities, they receive energy from their fellow players not necessarily via the apparent channels, often unseen and unheard cues are taking place in call and response.

Nature is multidimensional

more dimensions than the usual, they are simply magnetic 😉

I am increasingly convinced that Nature plays in far more than our simple 3 or 4 physical dimensions. The obvious forms of matter, light, and sound are not everything. Subtle dimensions provide forms of attraction and interaction that are almost beyond our common human senses. The effect is magnetic as the musicians are drawn toward the coalescing music. Energy begins to distribute itself, almost as if by magic, throughout the orchestra, no single bright spot dominates, rather energy is shared equally amongst all. As the energy sharing channels become established the individuals can begin to shine as bright points only momentarily above the collective orchestra before quickly sharing and blending back into the whole. This fleeting nature is vital as any prolonged singular nuclear event will immediately vapourize its position.

The music begins to play and it is a glorious fusion. Along with the regular and usual players are rare, shy, and fleeting elements, isotopes, not ordinarily seen blink in and out of existence, playing in the orchestra for immeasurably brief moments, we see their arrival and departure in their unique gamma rays but only barely their warmth. Nature’s self-organizing cold fusion is rather like photosynthesis though it is one better in being nucleosynthesis.

My life as a naturalist and ecologist has left me well-trained in the art of patient observation of nature. One cannot demand that a rare bird will arrive on the twig in front of you and remain long enough for you to react with a camera to record its presence. The rare birds and beauties of this universe are shy and offer only fleeting glimpses, at least until you have learned their ways.

On the trail

Years ago when I was in college I had the privilege of assisting a master of an ornithological museum in his field work. He was old school if the rare bird was not in hand the ‘sighting’ was unconfirmed. His primary collection tool was a shotgun and as I was a strapping lad able to cart supplies and shoot well, I got to tag along. But we very rarely were able to put the rare specimens into hand, and into each evenings bird stew. Mostly we walked slowly across the wild landscapes pausing frequently for silent observations, punctuated by our making kissing sounds with our mouths as that is the secret to convincing a rare bird to pause. What we saw, we remembered, and in doing so we slowly learned more and more of Natures ways.

Physics, and especially nuclear physics, is not a patient venue. Students today are too often taught that almost everything is known and that what remains is ever more precise measurement of the known to prove what is in the hand is described ever more precisely. But as philosopher Krishna Murti was prone to say ‘one does not catch the unknown in a net of the known.’

Lord Of The Flies

Cold fusion has been the whipping boy of reductionist physics for coming on 30 years. It’s been falsely described by scions of institutional physics. Their many ‘cold fusion strawmen’ have been so intensely propagandized, while the true nature of cold fusion suppressed, that almost no one knows there is a false strawman front and centre. The why to this tragedy is no more complicated than understanding that the tragic story of humanity. We live in the world of “Lord Of The Flies,”  it is an endless repeating story when humanity bands itself into tribes. The tribe of physics has proven to be no exception.

But strawmen eventually turn into compost and so it is now just a few months before the anniversary of the March 1989 announcement of cold fusion. What it was at the time 30 years ago was uncertain. While it appeared to be in hand it was able to fly away if one attempted to bring it closer to try to see its secrets.

The tribe of physics has spent nearly 30 years glaring and banging on their drums and slapping their spears on their shields and have been mostly able to scare off both the beautiful rare bird and the few hands that have held it ever so briefly. The time for the bully boys of that tribe is coming to an end.

Life’s Lessons

Living now almost 70 years has taught me that patience is a virtue. But it has also taught me that to be one with Nature one must try to be part of Nature in every way. My methods of attracting cold fusions beauties is not to imagine that I understand everything that makes them what they are. I have observed some few of the things they like. By combining my ‘compost of atoms and isotopes’ and placing it into a warm environment I try to mimic a little of Nature’s atom-ecology and served some of what she likes best. If I am lucky even some of the rare ones begin to assemble themselves into the orchestra. With not too much and not too little but the just right amount of help the music begins to play.

That’s my formulae for cold fusion.  I think things are nearing a point of development where delivering cold fusion is nigh. Its friendly and enthusiastic band of performers seem routinely ready and willing to play their beautiful energetic music. We’ll soon see if they will share their energy more broadly, to not the least of who needs it, humanity that so very desperately needs to change its fossil fuel age addiction and become empowered to sing a new tune to save this world from the ravages of fossil fuel.

I am so very grateful for the recent visitors and their offers of help. Having access to some of the world’s greatest minds and institutions is a joy, along with my two lab hosts and collaborators, a couple of old retired guys like me. My intention is that by the time of the 30th anniversary of the late great Martin Fleischmann (and reclusive Stan Pons) first glimpse of cold fusion first shown in hand on the 23 of March 1989, we will prepare some ‘compost’ so that Nature might show to the world in impeccable demonstrations that humanity might begin immediately to bid adieu to the fossil fuel age.

Yikes I need to get back to the bench in the old milking barn here in these chilly winter fields, there is a lot of cooking to do to make ready….

The greatest danger to the world is waiting for someone else to save it!