Question:

In relation to Ground Zero and your experience there, I did have a few questions. First off....when you were there I was curious if any repressed memories or any unattended past events came up for you when you were at a sight that had so much apparent trauma?
And also when you were speaking about someone/something telling you on your trip to 'go east'- how did you interpret that? Did you believe it was yourself, one of your personalities, or something beyond that?
Finally- I REALLY appreciate you sharing your story. You have a lot of bravery and it's awesome that you are able to educate people through your story - so thank you.

Caroline S.
I believe that we are family from beyond. Beyond what? Beyond the universe, beyond the three dimensional, beyond mortal existence, beyond heaven. That place that we all yearn for but don’t know what to call it or where it is. Home. You may call it whatever you like. I choose to call it home and if we are all coming from home then we must be family.

An angel occupied the seat. I don’t what else to call it, spirit, ethereal being, celestial entity. My chosen expression is Celestial Being, which allows for all possibilities.

I suppose that at this point, that I must admit that I have seen “spirits” for most of my life. As a child, this was a very scary thing and it was used to terrorize me. And so, as I grew up I chose not to see those things. I chose to deny the awareness. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to know. I lived in denial of the occurrences around me. If they occurred, I ignored them and I didn’t say anything to anyone about them, either.
As I have healed from my past, I have allowed myself to become more open to those occurrences. What I have accepted, now, is that I have had legions of angels around me all of my life. Loving beings, watching over me and guiding me. My “ family” has been all around me all of my life. My denying them didn’t change their existence; it only kept me from benefiting from them. Now, I thank them everyday for their presence and watch them come and go from my vision. Sometimes they come in the shape of humans with no form. Some times they come disguised as birds or animals and sometimes they are just wisps of clouds that pass through my peripheral vision.
This day in the passenger seat of my car driving through the Black Hills of South Dakota was a perfect human male figure. He could have been a hitchhiker I picked up. He was a young man with dark hair, very nondescript in his clothing or appearance. He didn’t appear with trumpets or wings. I turned one minute to see a man in the passenger seat of my car and turned a few moments later and he was gone. I never stopped driving.
Words did not come out of his mouth but I clearly heard him tell me to hurry east. I looked at my speedometer. I was already doing 75 mph in an easterly direction. I remember looking at my speedometer and then turning to him and saying out loud,
“I am going as fast as I can! What is the frikken’ hurry?!”
He nodded and gave me an approving grin. The kind you get from that professor when he senses that you have almost completely grasped some difficult concept. The approval with one more nudge, one more clue to complete the training. Apprentice angel. Angel in training.
“OK, OK! I hear you! I’m going! “
I heard myself laugh and the universe laughing with me. The concept, ‘be careful what you ask for’, came to mind.
“You asked for it.”
“I know. I know.”
And he disappeared.
I have to be careful what I say. I seem to manifest my reality very quickly, the older I get. I had told the boys that after I was done seeing the country that I wanted to go on a humanitarian mission. I had no idea what I was asking for.
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Many Blessings,
Angel

 

While we were at Ground Zero we didn't have time to think or feel. I truly was in the moment at all times. I had an initial epiphany. As I walked around I was not re traumatized as much as I felt a continual understanding of all the concepts that I had learned over the years. A constant clicking of understanding.

I did not experience the trauma of the event until we left. Those 2-3 weeks were one long day. After we left, I could not close my eyes without seeing the WTC's. My fellow nurse couldn't get the noise out of her head. For weeks I could not get the smell out of my nose.

It did not bring up trauma as much as the need to grieve. Past/present and future. Mine, your, ours. And I have yet, to stop grieving. I grieve daily.
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Many Blessings,
Angel

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