By many standards, my life was wonderful in December 1993. I was in a loving relationship with my wife of a few years, and we had just built the house of our dreams in the countryside surrounding Chapel Hill, NC—where we expected to retire. I had a secure, high-tech job of almost limitless advancement potential with one of the largest international corporations in the world.

That same month, however, my health was failing, with clear indications that I could not long survive the ‘costs’ of my achievements. Most hours of my day were spent entering into/being within/or recovering from a migraine. My blood pressure was sky high (very bad for someone with an aortic valve insufficiency). My health was a negative result of pushing myself to achieve more or to seek instant comfort from going further, faster.

Noticing & Resolving Conflict

The conflict between how I believed I should assess my ‘achievements’ and what I actually felt inside was growing. Though the relationship with my wife, Kathy, remained strong, my ravings about pursuing some unorthodox, extreme path to shake off the growing sense of meaninglessness kept testing it. Kathy wanted to help but had no better tools than I to understand.

I announced to her, “I want to move to the mountains!”

“How do you know you can live there?” she asked, concerned about my logic, as I had only visited a few times and found myself completely incompatible with heights and curvy roads. Kathy had much more history with the mountains, and loved them dearly, but was most comfortable with them as a wonderful vacation destination... perhaps even a second-home site.

“Some things you just know,” was my reply. I did not have any real understanding of the need to move to the mountains, but I did know. Then I quit my job and returned to my long-shelved writing. Little by little my health and spirit began their repair, and I was better able to express my newly acknowledged needs and motivation to Kathy.

Fortunately, a connection of the spirit and a joint interest in the metaphysical had always been a strong common interest. We eventually followed my strong intuitive drive. Once in the mountains, however, writing took a backseat to patching the roof, correcting faulty wiring and chopping wood for heat. Tension faded and we were mostly pleased with our rustic home and life.

Completing a Sacred Vow

Kathy and I redefined our priorities and developed new circles of friends more compatible with our new understanding. Employment still seemed to get in the way of writing, but the work chosen was more likely to tax the body than the mind and spirit.

 Before long, the mountain called me to the top. Once there, I visited the mountain frequently, meditated many hours, listened to nature and tried to attune my hearing to my higher self. Life seemed healthier and happier than ever. Yet without vigilance, old patterns tended to return, along with migraines. At first, I could not find anything that my intuitive self might be warning me about.

Then I looked to writing. I am often surprised at the knowledge that appears before me during long stretches in my writing room. As I wrote, the uncomfortable push to change something subsided and a couple of stories passed through me, each with its own useful message. Yet, neither fully answered what seemed to be the open question rising from within.

A third story became unruly, determined to be more extensive. For a while I resisted, but eventually accepted that this work would be a novel. I also realized that the warning was not about something I was doing, but something I was not doing—following the novel now before me.

I was concerned that my employment would not allow me the hours of writing each week that I wanted. Soon, however, the company downsized and there was nothing to do but smile at my fortune, be thankful for my intuitive awareness and follow the new novel to the end. As expected, it provided many bits of needed insight for me. Hopefully, it has even provided me the wisdom to accept direction even quicker next time.

For many years, the writing waited while I came back to my center and my health. Fortunately the muses were not offended by my long absence. When I was in a position to understand and focus, they renewed our conversation, gracing me with the acknowledgment that I had come to just the right place at just the right time. Some things you just know.

 C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the mystical, metaphysical, and mythical insight that we all possess.  He see fiction not as something less than truth, but something akin to a mantra…a means to induce the reader into comfortably ‘allowing’ their personal truth—a living, ever progressing truth, fit to their need at any given time.

His current novel, Sacred Vow is first and foremost a metaphysical love story, a tale of soul mates—twin  flames—a journey toward our one true love…in its infinite expressions…bringing together two individuals from disparate realities—but one spirit—to heal the rift in the Collective Consciousness.

Request a free PDF of the first three chapters by contacting kathmandau at cgwalters.com or read online at http://sacredvow.dragonsbeard.com