The day my father passed on in 1998 at home, where I had been caregiver for him for 17 months, relatives and friends were urging me to accept gin & tonic, wine, a shot of whiskey….or take an offered sedative. Some deep force within me arose and voiced No, no. No! I need to feel this pain! It had always been easy to dull painful emotional events by losing myself in something to suppress the senses in the past. But over those 17 months, my father and I experienced such extraordinary transformations in our perceptions about life and death, I was not about to allow the pain and sorrow slide away in the Spirits of alcohol. No, this needed to be experienced by the Spirit of Life Force. I came away from the experience of diving into and fully experiencing my emotions in the moment moving much farther into the healing process than would have occurred had I tried to wipe it away as though it was unnatural or too much to bear. Allowing the full height of the emotions to manifest, I felt connected not only to my world but a world beyond. I no longer was I looking through a glass darkly.
While the rest of the group went on to dull the sense of loss and try to lighten the mood around them, I sat in Poppy’s old chair, put my face in my hands, and had a good cry. My niece called about 30 minutes later. She didn’t know that Poppy had died and started to tell me a “dream” she had while napping. I decided to listen before telling her about him. She told me that she had suddenly wakened up from a nap after “seeing” Poppy standing over his old chair while I sat in it crying. His hand was on my shoulder and he was comforting me. In my keen and unadulterated emotional state, I knew clearly what the others were denying themselves. I told my niece what had occurred, and we comforted one another—the three of us. Then I picked up the pieces once I had experienced and overcome that aphrodisiac called Comfort Zone that prevents us from seeing with clarity.
We as a nation of people would do well to move away from the voices and images and beliefs that dull our collective pain over the slow death of our cherished and beloved United States Constitution. Rather than move into denial and passively watch the Black Magicians of T.V. Media put us into a sleepy twilight while manipulating our brain impulses not to feel the pain of realizing that the 9/11 tragedy in New York was co-sponsored by forces who had infiltrated the seat of our own government, we must share the full emotional height of Truth.
This September 11, 2009, I would encourage all to step out of their Comfort Zone and see the Truth about what occurred on that tragic day. Dedicate your 9/11/2009 day by researching, communicating ideas and thoughts clearly and without falling back on sense-deadening rationale: “Father America is not dead! No, it cannot be—open your heart and mind to all the others who on that day lost loved ones, to all the first responders and volunteers who suffer now. Face the Truth and get to the healing process a better person for it.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part;
but then shall I know even as also I am known.
1 Corinthians 13, verse 11
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