Yesterday was September 11th, and the tragic events from so many years ago barely registered for me.
It isn't that I don't recall where I was or what I was doing (curiously, I was in 11th grade, also called being a Junior in the American school system), but that the fact it was the 11th of September at all completely slipped my mind.
I suppose after 21 years, life has changed dramatically. An entire generation of children who were born after those events are now adults and young adults.
9/11 definitely sent shockwaves through the USA and the world as well as our collective psyche. It's difficult to explain how the tone in everything shifted, how very different the energy became.
The 1990s had a strange promise of hope for us; we were coming upon the year 2000, we were ascending into better technology, science, knowledge- it's like the year 2000 was the crowning achievement of this, like the hope we had was being fulfilled, and then 2001 suddenly undid so much of that energetically.
The idea that life would just get better and better seemed to evaporate for many people. The idea that we were unstoppable- gone. Some people just went crazy and embraced ideologies and energy that more or less destroyed them.
From one perspective, I have compassion- horrific experiences and intense loss will cause even the strongest people to flounder about, seeking some kind of stability.
But from another perspective, I've seen enough people who have in turn caused damage to others and left others still more unstable, like a virus replicating itself.
The pandemic has done something similar, though those wounds have yet to truly reveal themselves. I mourn for the children who endured and lost a year or more of their lives and their childhood.
I pray to the Christos that we receive the healing from the Holy Spirit and heed the call of the Unknown Father in the depths of our hearts, that we may be the workers to stabilize and restore this world to peace.