Tuesday May 20, 2014
Last night, my neighbor Joanne stopped by to tell me that her 9/11 story was one of 5 permanently selected, and could be heard, at the the new 9/11 Memorial Museum. Saturday she visited the museum and found it to be emotionally depressing and not for everyone. She feels immortalized in the energy of the events of that day, yet every time we talk about it, I can feel her trauma. I believe rehashing dramatic events does not allow people to move forward and heal.
Visitors to the museum, and those who were there, will reflect on the past while looking toward the future with optimism, but the tempered sort of optimism that comes with growth and experience - the understanding that while there will be bad days and worse days, the world is not an inherently dark place, and that the good, once found, can last forever in one form or another, if not always (or often) the form we'd find most ideal. Remember ... it's just a story folks ...
The following takes place between 8:00 pm - 10:00 pm ... (music from "24").
After Joanne left I watched the season final of "Bones" followed by "24". Lots of action as I dozed off ... entering the grids to experience from another level of consciousness.
The following takes place between 2:00 am - 3:00 am ... (music from "24").
Helicopters were heard overhead, along with sirens blaring in the night, in what is usually a quiet neighborhood. I opened my eyes, pushed the shade (room darkener) back enough to peek out, saw nothing, then went back to sleep.
The following takes place between 6:00 am - 7:00 am (music from "24").
Sunlight crept in at the place I had moved the shade, forgetting to tuck it back in. I like to sleep in total darkness. I generally wake up with sunlight and get tired at sunset. I suppose my brain is programmed that way.
My wake-up dream was a serious of snippets, as if from a movie reel, in which events experienced yesterday presented themselves to my consciousness in no logical sequence - like photos. That was new.
I walked to my office, check emailed and thought about what to blog as the morning news played in the background. And this is what I heard ...
Man Allegedly Stabs Woman to Death, Slashes Boy in Brooklyn NBC - May 20, 2014
A 52-year-old Brooklyn man is in custody after police say he allegedly stabbed a 46-year-old woman to death and slashed a 14-year-old boy before stabbing himself in the stomach. Police got a call about an assault at an apartment on Marine Avenue in Bay Ridge shortly before 2:30 a.m. When officers arrived, they found a 46-year-old woman with a stab wound to the neck, a 14-year-old boy who had been slashed in the forearm and the 52-year-old man with a stab wound to the stomach. The woman was pronounced dead at the scene, police say. The 14-year-old and the 52-year-old were both taken to Lutheran Hospital in stable condition. The 52-year-old man was then taken into custody.
FYI: Marine Avenue in Bay Ridge = 98th Street. I live on 101st Street. I'm not sure if I know the people mentioned in the story. Will find out more later. Do I have to blog again that the world is going crazy?
Your DNA contains your codes for experience in this reality - obviously not a "free will zone". In a new study, that you may see as attraction by design, synchronicity, or karma: People are more likely to choose a spouse with similar DNA.
