Touched by the Profound

My Introduction to Awareness

There are times in life when something touches our heart in a way that can only be described as profound. At the time, we are so deeply moved, we cannot speak or write about it. We can only savor the experience in a personal, very spiritual way.

I have written before about my significant other, Robert. My journey into conscious awareness only really began sixteen years ago, when Robert and I reconnected at a high school multi-class reunion, after first knowing each other as children once, nearly fifty years before.

The introduction to my awareness happened on our very first actual date. Robert and I were visiting an historical town, Roscoe Village, which is just across the river from Coshocton, the Ohio town where we were both raised.

It was hot outside and we stopped in a little cafe for some raspberry iced tea. Inside, one of us noticed that up a few steps in the cafe was a sitting area with a huge overstuffed chair, a couch with embroidered pillows and a coffee table.

It looked so quaint and so comfortable. It would be a good place for us to get to know even more about each other, although over the last few months, we had already decided what we felt was love.

We had been corresponding through emails and phone calls for awhile and both of us agreed, there was something magical going on, something with an energy all its own, drawing us together.

In that little cafe, we spent what seemed like hours just staring into each others’ eyes, often in total silence. It was something I had never been comfortable with before.

Our tea was long gone when I asked Robert what he would like to do next. His reply startled me. We had talked many times about my first marriage to my high school love, Doug Kempf. He was aware of how in love we were, and my total devastation when he was killed in Vietnam.

We had also discussed the two marriages after Doug and the ensuing divorces. Robert surprised me by saying he would like to go to the cemetery, to Doug's grave and I agreed.

It was a beautiful day for a drive in the country. I had forgotten how lovely his final resting place was, on top of a hill, in a memory garden cemetery. As always happens when I go there, I felt a deep sadness but I kept it to myself and, instead, talked to Doug silently through my heart’s thoughts.

Just then, I could hear someone talking, just barely above a whisper. Robert was talking very softly. Here is what I heard him say:

"Hello Doug. Well, here we are. I want to thank you for the love you showed Cathy while you were here with her and for your sacrifice, so I can be with her now. I proudly carry the torch of love that you passed to me, and I give you my word to honor the love we both share for her.

I know you are somewhere near and some part of you knows and understands what I am saying. It is too bad that we never met, but maybe that is the agreement we had before this lifetime began.

Thank you again, Doug, and please be assured, her heart is safe and in good hands once more. Goodbye."

It was profound, and deeply touching. I don't know what I expected, but it certainly wasn't what I heard, and I loved him all the more because of it. It was a quiet ride back to town and then I asked him to tell me more about what he believed, this conscious awareness he spoke about.

Some of what he said rang true right away, partly because I had heard what I called ‘whispers’ all of my life, even as a child. Some were precognitive, others were intuitive, or even warnings. (I’ve written about those in other posts here on Substack).

This is when I first knew. I didn't exactly know how I knew, I just knew that I knew. It was like a remembrance from long ago. I was on my own journey now.

... thank you to my Robert, and thank you to my guidance, Dinahh.

Namaste.

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