I felt compelled to serve and remember in my expanded conscious way on this anniversary of 9/11 and
beyond. Then I read the post on Golden Age of Gaia titled 9/11 Victims Radio Back (via Matthew Ward).
May I also invite you to join a Healing Compassion Energy Circle that Archangel Gabrielle inspired and co-created with me along the Hudson River in New York on 9/11/19 at 9:11 PM EST?
9/11 means so many things to me on personal global and spiritual levels. I was born into a family of fire fighters. In fact, 27 family members have served and two currently serve their communities. They run toward the flames and crises. Some served on rescue units as firefighters.
I live in greater New York. It is home to my large extended family. Everyone here has lost loved ones or knows of someone who died.
No one was untouched or unmoved by this massive event catalyst.
Two cousins’ trains were delayed or diverted that morning away from the World Trade Center. One had a meeting scheduled for a 10 am start. She stopped to collect her dry cleaning on her way to work.
She has never and will likely never discuss what she witnessed as her subway train was stopped and diverted away from the Twin Towers that morning. The other cousin’s PATH Train sat under the World Trade Center for thirty plus minutes. The conductor of the PATH train chose to return to the station across the Hudson River in Hoboken NJ.
Two more cousins, one age 9, distributed sandwiches with well wishes to stranded dazed travelers in
make shift shelters at school auditoriums. People were searching for their missing loved ones by wearing T-shirts with their loved ones’ photos on them. People had no means to leave the triage area for days after 9/11.
More cousins who are first responders in Hoboken which is just across the Hudson River in view of the World Trade Center volunteered to serve but were turned away that morning. All tunnel and bridge entrances to New York City were closed for security reasons. This had never happened before or since 9/11.
A friend who was trained as an EMT and was working at the WTC that day in another capacity helped
frantic people escape and run from the burning buildings. He now volunteers and shares his eyewitness account with visitors to the World Trade Center Museum. He does not consider himself a hero. Yet his service to others was heroic and selfless that day.
I am beyond grateful to him and countless others who helped people in need without question nor
hesitation. I thank God and all those who serve and assist us in the unseen realms. And I thank you and others who heed inner calls to assist in light service then now and always.
I hold so many memories of that life changing day in 2001. There were so many firsts they are almost
too numerous to count or recall. What I remember so vividly was the stillness and the utter quiet in the entire region.
For one week after 9/11, this massive 15 million metropolis had silent skies. In my lifetime and personal history, this was unprecedented. We sat silent watching and praying as unimaginable events unfolded.
Stillness was pervasive and profound. Years later, it is difficult to adequately convey just how silent NYC became in an instant!
This is a urban center that barely closes for more than 1 day for massive snowstorms and hurricanes. New York can clear its streets in 2 days where other cities can take weeks to do the same. It
had unparalleled resources. Until 9/11.
Even in our small suburban hamlet with grass and plentiful trees, we are accustomed to hearing air
traffic and all modes of travel. Truth be told, we likely do not even notice that we take daily background noise for granted. It’s part of our daily land and noise-scape.
As I type this post on a sunny afternoon, small planes fly overhead and leaf blowers whir.
The only sound that thundered in the otherwise empty skies was the thick thudding pulse of the blades of military helicopters. Their presence is bold, unmistakable, and intense. The windows in homes rattle as they maneuver and fly overhead. They fly overhead rarely. Our skies are not inundated with police and media helicopters like Los Angeles.
The stillness was omnipresent and pervasive amidst smoldering chaos and confusion. It sounded as
though the city that never sleeps had been muted in ways that have never occurred before or since.
Although the mood was somber, somehow I knew and sensed that this was a call to spiritual action for
me and all others who wished to heed to see and sense Higher that day.
Since experiencing an NDE just six months earlier, I did what I was now being trained to do on the inner realm. Be still and know (that I AM God).
So I turned off the TV which ran continuous cycles of images of death and mass destruction.
I went within and connected to my God Source as I experienced.
I prayed often to be guided and strengthened in my faith and resolve.
I participated in any spiritual service I could find in my area. I attended a memorial service at
Yankee Stadium just days after the attacks.
Continued in Part 2…