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The Other Side of the Twin Towers

 

-I’ve been thinking a lot about my experience with 9-11. So I thought I’d share my experience of it from both sides one from the physical and the other from the spirit side. This is an excerpt from my book Connecting to the Other Side.

Connecting to the Other Side

I heard the news as I was getting ready for work. “The Twin Towers in New York have been hit by terrorists.” Like the rest of the country, I watched in horror and in disbelief as the scenes played over and over again on the television, planes crashing into the towers, people stranded and pleading for help (but with no hope of rescue), uncontrollable fires, and the deafening roar as whole buildings fell to the earth.  Tears streamed down my checks and I tried to choke back heaving sobs as I watched.

I went to work that day in the small scrap-booking store in my local community, but there were no customers. The entire town; the entire nation was in shock.  All was deathly still, everywhere. Children still needed to be picked up from school and dinner still had to be prepared. There was still homework and dishes, but for me it was almost unbearable. As an empath and as an intuitive, the trauma of those souls caught in the towers, the death, the terror, the grief experienced by their families and the entire nation was with me every moment. My heart ached with a heaviness I had never experienced before.

Early the next morning, the visions began. I became a witness to it all from a new perspective outside of time and space. I watched as the heavens opened up directly over the tragedy.  In spectacular and awe-inspiring wonder, I watched as thousands of angels (shimmering in all the iridescent colors of the rainbow) descended to guide deceased victims to the world of Spirit. The outpouring of love from the higher realms was as emotionally moving as the grief and horror I had experienced the day before. The tears came again as I was overcome with a surety that each of us is deeply loved. In that moment, I knew there was not an individual that had come to this planet who was not profoundly and genuinely loved.

I vividly remember the initial moment when I was whisked from my body and taken in spirit to the South Tower stairwell.  I found myself facing upward into the eyes of a beautifully-dressed black woman who immediately put her hands on my shoulders and shook me. With tears rolling down her checks, she cried, “They won’t be able to find any of me!” She repeated it over and over.  I was speechless, still adjusting to my circumstances. I looked from her eyes to the eyes of a man dressed in a dark blue suit and tie. He occupied the step immediately behind her.  This man’s question was simple. He asked, “What happened?”

Finally, getting a sense of my bearings and my purpose, I wrapped my arms around the woman and told her that everything would be all right. Then, looking into the inquiring, blue eyes of the gentleman in the suit, I told both of them that the building had been hit by terrorist planes. I told them everything I knew at the time. They shared with me their experience of the deafening boom; how the building had seemed to shake from its core, and then crumble around them.  I was suddenly aware of the vast number of individuals who were frozen in a moment of time—the split second when their precious lives had been taken without warning. In the physical world, there was lung-choking dust, rubble, and confusion. In the spiritual realm, time stood still. From my perspective, the buildings were still there, tall and majestic against the New York skyline. Offices, hallways, rooms, desks, papers, files, and computers; it was all still there, just in a different space and time.

My attention was drawn back to the souls in the South Tower. I began my work. One by one, and sometimes two at a time, I ushered them to the Light. I noticed that as soon as a soul became aware of the Light, they were able to be escorted by angels and loved ones into the realm of Spirit.

Over the next two weeks, I was taken back to the same South Tower stairwell on many occasions. That seemed to be my personal assignment. I never knew when I would be called away from my tasks as a working mother to assist the victims stranded there in time. I was so consumed in the work (even when I was not actually there) that my memory of the physical events of those two weeks is still a blur. I will never forget their stories, their faces, their fears, the shock and the horror.

One of the things that puzzled me was why some of those souls had remained trapped in time, frozen in the moment and unaware of the Light, while others had been able to connect with angels and guides and move on.  Didn’t everyone have guides?  Where were they? Why had they not come to assist? Another question that kept coming to my mind was, “Why was it necessary for me to assist?”  There appeared to be something about the fact that I still had a physical body even though I was working in Spirit.

My questions were eventually answered by one of the spirit guides. He told me, “You have the vibration of the living. Souls in shock can still recognize the living. Sometimes they cannot yet recognize Spirit. So, it wasn’t that these trapped souls didn’t have guides and angels willing and ready to assist them, it was more about the fact that either the shock or their beliefs kept them from recognizing anything in the spiritual realm.  I had a link to both dimensions. My role was to make a connection they could perceive and then awaken them to the Light. Once their spiritual eyes were opened, they connected with their guides and were able to move on.

After several days of intermittent work, I asked one of the attending angels, “Where are all these souls going?” “Where are you taking them?” The angel chuckled, and said, “You know where.”  I remember frowning and reminding him that I was still on the physical Earth plane, and that I did not remember the spiritual realms. He lit up and said he’d show me. Together, we helped the woman we had been working with to cross over. I gave her a hug, and turned her over to her mother, witnessing the bitter sweetness of that reunion. Then I was permitted to travel with this beautiful angelic being to a luminous building.

We walked through shimmering double doors that were like energetic glass. It was obvious this was a sacred place of healing.  Through the doors, we entered a great rotunda where you felt more than heard soothing melodic sounds. Looking up was like looking into the eternities. I stopped, completely awed by the intense beauty. It is hard to explain the intensity of the colors I saw, or the beauty of the billowing clouds and the expansiveness of the space. It reminded me of photos I had seen of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. I said to my angelic guide, “This must be where Michelangelo got his inspiration for the Sistine Chapel.” That remark got the attention of several beings around me. I had the distinct impression that my statement might have been correct; funny though no one ever said.

I was reminded that we didn’t have all day, and that we must move on.  I witnessed a multitude of hallways, all extending from the rotunda like spokes on a wheel. Each hallway or wing seemed to have a different purpose, and each one became exactly what was necessary. Each had the capacity to grow to accommodate the number of entering souls. The wing for the Twin Towers tragedy was extensive. There were angels, family members and loved ones everywhere attending to those who had been involved. My heart was full of emotion as I witnessed the love and care being given.

My brief tour included other wings. I visited the area where souls were taken who had had long illnesses or deaths that took an extensive toll on their bodies. I remember being impressed with the fact that these types of deaths took a toll on the spiritual body as well. This wing was a place where the soul could recuperate and regenerate. It was a place to readjust from being in the extreme heaviness of a diseased or incapacitated body before moving into the lightness of Spirit.

I still feel a sense of wonder, awe and heartache when I remember this experience. I am honored to have been able to assist those souls who lost their lives at the Twin Towers. The knowledge that we are all dearly loved and that we are never alone or forgotten is important.

Finding peace within tragedy

There is so much going on on our planet that is horrific and packs a lot of trauma. Fires, hurricanes, earthquakes, war etc. I pray for a higher harmonic of peace for all inhabitants of this planet and beyond.

 

For a Kindle version of my book please go to https://www.amazon.com/Connecting-Other-Side-Mediums-Journey-ebook/dp/B01F7FZOLC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1505150771&sr=8-1&keywords=Connecting+to+the+other+side

 

 

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