Today is the anniversary of one of those events-9/11/2001. I was driving to work that beautiful Fall morning when the news of an airplane flying into one of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. In my innocence, I wondered how in the world a pilot could make such a mistake. This was a horrible accident. And as I was still trying to make this fit into my concept of what our world here in the United States should look like, the news that a second plane had just flown into the remaining tower... I saw a plane flying across the freeway toward the airport, and the thought came to me that there would be no planes in the air for quite some time. It actually took hearing the news of another plane crashing into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. to shake my reality to a point where I could fathom that we were under a terrorist attack. Yes, I'm very naive when it comes to such things, and it takes me awhile to catch up to what's really happening sometimes.
I remember the horror that morning. I could feel the heat and the panic in New York City. I kept sending up prayers to Whoever would listen-"No! No! No! This can't happen. Make it stop! Help!" Being an empath is NOT a blessing on a day like 9/11. And I continued in a state of confusion, trying to understand what was happening, hoping that it wasn't what it appeared to be...
My son who was 21 years old at the time called me that morning. Of course, the news is all any of us were talking about. He told me he had been watching news coverage after the first plane flew into the first of the Twin Towers, and he had watched the second plane hit the second tower. "My God," I thought, "what kind of world have we created when our children are watching this kind of violence unfold on television?"
I think that was the point at which I heard Gabriel's trumpet sound. Things had slowed to slow motion for me. Even as events continued to unfold on the news, I was in this silence. And I heard this loving voice say, "Indeed-see what you have created. What will you do now?" There was no judgment, anger or disappointment from the being who spoke to me. I knew, however, that on that day I, along with Lightworkers around the globe, were being charged with stepping into the roles we came here to play during the times of transition ahead.
During the week that followed 9/11, my heart opened in a way it never had before. I felt real love for all humanity as we move through this chaotic time and also a oneness with the planet Herself that I'd never felt before. People around the globe expressed their outrage and mourned with us at all that we as a people lost that day. I was humbled by this expression of love for America. When was the last time I'd shared the grief of a people in similar circumstances? Had I ever done so? And even as I asked those questions of myself and felt my shame at my own answers, there was the voice of that loving being in the background saying, "and I love you..."
Gabriel's trumpet sounded for me on 9/11/2001. Maybe it didn't for anyone else. But I knew that day in the midst of so much destruction that the time had come to express who I am and to do what I came here to do. For me, to do less, or, worse, to ignore the call, means living in misery and disappointment.
May all of you hear Gabriel's trumpet when it sounds and may you understand what it means to heed the call. Each of us has an important role to play during these times. Each of is necessary to the Whole.
Namaste!
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