Robert Cosmar: Whispers of a Vision

I would like to again introduce Robert Cosmar, a gifted astrologer, writer and blogger, who just happens to be someone very special to me. I asked if he would do me the honor of being a guest writer here from time to time -- he's so good at inspiring people. Here are his thoughts ...


Whispers of a Vision
by Robert Cosmar

Cathy and I were talking one morning, well, actually cuddling together on the couch, talking about the vision we have as a couple, and how the whispers we've each had have guided us toward that vision, since we've been together. Little did we know, when we got together, the broad scope of things that would occur as we followed the love within. It was quite a surprise, how we met again after nearly fifty years. Falling in love was certainly not expected by either of us.

I've been alone most of my life, and I suppose in some ways, a womanizer for most of them. I dated and knew a lot of women after my divorce in 1983. At that time, sex and companionship were my only concerns. Over the years I had become jaded. I met so many women who were abused or abusers, who were seeking love but didn't understand it any better than I did. We were all looking for something called love that we couldn't comprehend in our minds, or find in our experiences.

It seemed to me that love was no different than Santa Claus. Christmas loses something magic when you finally learn Santa doesn't exist. Love also means little when your experience has been abuse, control or manipulation. Love was put on the back burner for me and I didn't care if I ever found it. Still, I realized how empty life would be without it as I got older. Like everyone, I hoped and suspected it existed, but I didn't know where to look.

When I was a young man, love and relationships were awkward for me. Like most guys of my generation, our feelings were repressed and channeled into sports, school and work. Little time was spent on feelings and emotions. We were taught to rise above them or to control them. I did this pretty well until 1971, when years of repression and ignoring my feelings came crashing down around me. I had a nervous breakdown and fortunately I also had an experience of the divine through cosmic consciousness.

Living in my mind and ignoring my feelings made it very difficult for me to have a relationship. I did some things as a young man that I regret, they were stupid, but they showed me the error of living the way I had. There are stories like this all over the world. We're taught not to trust ourselves or our feelings and to follow the system. In return, we're given rewards or things for our obedience. We are also given a deepening detachment from our basic life core. The richness of our life force is cut off or short-circuited. We know only what we think about ourselves or judge about life and not about who and what we truly are, or how we are supposed to live in harmony with life and each other supported by a LOVING UNIVERSE.

Maybe you've lived a life of repressed feelings and desire, maybe even suffered as you searched through religion, psychology and philosophy. You may have searched the alleyways of your mind and found only empty promises, delusions and false promises. You may be at a point where you've given up hope that there's an answer. Some of you have maybe taken the dark path of self discovery and delved into the dark taboos of humanity. There's no end to the games the mind can create to divert us from dealing with ourselves. While I've never been one to indulge the various sexual perversions or take drugs to bury my pain, I do understand those who have taken these paths.

Sex is a powerful force in our life and I feel it's a critical element in our physical, emotional and spiritual health. It can stimulate deep feelings, cultivate intimacy, and also, surprisingly, allow us to experience and remember our deeper nature in partnership with another human being who loves us. We all live in this world behind psychological walls that protect us and prevent us from living a full and free life.

Fear is the root cause and condition we find ourselves in as we experience and live life. This wall of fear isolates us, condemns us, and creates a barrier to our deeper selves and each other. Maybe no man is an island, but we're all in a prison on an island, if we're to be honest. We only know through words the greater experiences of life and seldom in daily practice. Mankind has degenerated into a robotic, mind-obsessed state in which feelings are ignored and people are used and taught to be used for gain, pleasure and profit. The spiritual dignity of man has eroded to a place where those who are admired for their virtue are merely actors and real spiritual teaching is hidden from the masses because, to give mankind back their power and dignity, is to lose control over them.

Three years ago, while talking to a friend I hadn't seen in forty years, I heard a whisper as he talked about a multi-class reunion. It was a vision based on a common feelings we all share: a return to the simplicity and innocence of our youth. A return to a time when we hoped and believed in a bright future and we hadn't been jaded yet by a world that lives in lies and can't comprehend the realities of truth and love.

I felt inspired, comforted, and coached for three years and I felt the reunion had to take place. At times, I felt uncomfortable because I knew others should be doing more, but hardly anyone wanted to help build it. In time, I realized it had to be that way, as the universe was directing me to create an atmosphere and environment that would have a maximum impact on everyone that dared to come. One of the first challenges was to create a situation where alcohol was minimized but not prohibited in a dictatorial way. Brotherhood, a common bond, and nostalgic feelings were supported and encouraged.

Each step of the way, as I explored and investigated the possibility of such an event, I was given confirmation that it had to be. I could hear in every voice the desire, but also the dismay that might be encountered from reliving past memories. Even the title of it, MAGIC MOMENTS LAST FOREVER, was avoided at first. I didn't want to appear weird or odd to my old friends -- they already knew I was a little odd in the first place.

Eventually, I realized it had to be, and everything was put together almost effortlessly for those who would be attending. I knew I wasn't doing it for myself, for nostalgia, or to impress anyone. Something had been set into motion and it was bound and meant to happen.

I began to collect names for a mailing list to keep people informed, motivated and excited. It was fun sharing, remembering, and touching base with people I grew up with but never really knew. I found myself sending out heartfelt emails that I knew would touch people deeply. A part of me feared speaking from my heart might destroy the reunion, because some I knew were uncomfortable with such deep feelings. Still, I knew I had to say what I said. People needed a second chance. They needed an opportunity to get it right, to maybe break from the past and its years of wondering and to feel love, maybe for the first and last time.

I am going to stop at this point and take a break. This is going to be a long blog and it does have several parts to it. The title of the next part will be UNEXPECTED VISION OF LOVE.

... to be continued ...