9/11/11: Waking Up to the Experience

9/11/11: Waking up to the experience

This September 11 was particularly hard for me. Even though I knew something was amiss from the moment I began watching the drama unfold and the second plane flew into the North Tower of the WTC, somehow I’d been able to play along with the story without much problem. I hadn’t even realized it until yesterday when I was unable to listen to or watch any coverage about that day. I had no tolerance for the lie and felt sickened by the facade. It was almost like watching people take poison at not being able to do anything about it.

In a phone conversation with my 84 year old mother, a very sharp cookie, I might add, I almost blurted out, how could she be so easily duped and not question the facts around 9/11? It took everything I had to keep my mouth shut. As she went on and on about the sad ceremonies saturating the airways on Sunday, I bit my tongue thinking of the degree to which she had been deceived. How could she ever process such a thing? It was proving a difficult task for me.

I don’t know why this year was so much harder than previous years. Maybe it was the ocean of evidence I soaked myself in this weekend via the 9/11 portal on this site. And there’s the growing number of skeptics, including hundreds of engineering professionals who are asking sound & simple questions. The international hearings in Toronto add another piece to a growing wave of dissention. A vision of a world refusing to go quietly into the night. How ten years later the evidence can be so completely quashed, effectively overlooked by a paid-off media, boggles the mind. How could so many people ignore such glaring irregularities in an event that so completely shifted our world?

The answers were right in front of me and I didn’t have to look far. I only needed to look at my own unconsciousness over the last nine years that allowed me to go along with the program, willfully oblivious like everyone else. Unwilling to truly acknowledge the implications of what the evidence showed.

To be aware of such a massive cover-up on such a grand scale felt burdensome, a farce in which I could no longer participate. So what is a light-worker to do? How does one disseminate such a truth in the midst of total illusion? Is that even my role?

I never really felt it my job to “enlighten” anyone. Goodness knows it’s a lifelong endeavor to govern my own Self. Many lives long. A constant work in progress.

I’m flabbergasted  every time I think that, even though I knew 9/11 was a lie from the beginning, I still blindly engaged in the delusion infecting the collective. Observing this, I’m dumbstruck by the density of this reality and its pervasive nature. A thick soup that effectively obscures the light. Two separate incidents come to mind, of my two kids, nine years apart, who both around the age of 3 three had moments where they stopped, looked around slightly dazed and asked me of this life,  “is this a dream”?

Out of the mouths of babes.

I’ve recently heard quite a few people speak of a similar impatience with the charade of 9/11, even some who never thought it mattered one way or another. The clearing light energies so prevalent now are imbuing this 9/11/11, illuminating the dark corners, revealing what’s been hidden in shadow for so long.

Through the stories we’re being fed, through the seeming troubled times, there’s a glorious truth at the heart of things that belies the problems before us. An underlying current drawing us forward along a path that aligns with a deep and ancient knowing. In our DNA, light codes firing, transmitting. Awakening. With laser precision, light surges through the cosmos, cutting away the dross to reveal the gem of the truth of our humanity. Nothing for us to do, so much as to remember and BE.

Going forward with this newly-found awareness concerning 9/11 will require the strengthening of some spiritual muscles. Compassion & understanding what others are going through, no matter how simple the matter may seem to me. Surely the compassion I’ve received from the higher realms has filled my coffers sufficiently to pass it on.

A message from a reader Steve mentioned in an earlier post puts it plainly. We are here for the experience. As the illusion is made more clear, fresh ways to navigate the new terrain become clear, too. In that post, Steve also makes a good point about creating safe spaces that allow others to explore their paths without the self-perpetuating constraints and false structures that can hold us back.

Accepting that my mother is happy in her sorrow, comfortable in not knowing the truth of what happened on 9/11/01, can be seen as a liberating thing. Of course I would rather her be awake and aware but what does that have to do with anything? She gets to choose for herself as do I and everyone else.

The truth of our past will ultimately be revealed and should she choose to stay for the coming events I trust that she’ll not be given more than she can bear.

It’s not my job to shock her into my reality.