the encounter
Sun 8.27.23
The person (TP) has come on an errand; we don’t know each other. In the course of our conversation TP offers help for a particular task needed. I reject this help because I see it as placing me in an unskilled category; it’s something I can do myself (egoistic reaction.) We talk quite a bit about the purpose of the errand. I assess TP as a good person, someone ethical; there is no hidden agenda.. I ask for a contact number and then TP leaves commenting on the geranium flowering on the front stoop.
After TP leaves, it is still mid-morning, I go back to bed. As I lay in the dark thinking about the encounter and how rare it is to meet good, intelligent wise individuals. Someone one could talk with. I begin to cry, deeply. What is happening here? This person is affecting me in a deep way, after the fact. Something happened in the meeting that went clear over my head.
Later I get dressed, a bit dramatically with a deep plum, mid calf clingy summer dress and black wide brim sun hat. I am still feeling unsettled from the morning encounter, but in a good way, as if a bandage had been removed to expose a healing wound. Heading midtown I can see ahead a woman on the sidewalk watching my approach. She had been doing some landscaping work on a community house for tourists and was now swinging a bucket of collected debris to the back of her pickup truck. As I got closer I smiled and raised my arm in a show of muscle strength and she responded with the same motion and a bright smile
This continued as walked through town. An ethnic woman, perhaps Latino, was walking in my direction looking somewhat distressed. She looked at me, I smiled, then she smiled a bit, but more, the smile became broader. Yes, said the smile, yes. My smile seemed to have provided her with a solution. Just like TP had affected me in a similar fashion.
Next up was a married woman, husband ten steps behind her in his own world. Let’s see if this married woman will acknowledge me? Sure enough! We women were sharing and appreciating each other’s power. Later on my journey I came upon a man and woman each walking their dogs. The man’s dog was an elegant Russian wolf hound. The couple were about to turn off on a side street but the hound would not let them, rather it waited till I got close so it could greet me.
What I experienced that day is what is referred to as cosmic consciousness. One is able to transcend the lived life and achieve a more intuitive knowledge of existence. What about TP? One has few such encounters, maybe 3 or 4, in one’s life. Is that person the cause of what followed? No, together we were the cause. TP had the same awakening on that day.
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