Celebrate Your Life Today!

Remembering Blue Skies

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The events of September 11th, 2001 that we tend to remember and can’t seem to forget were memories of a horrible day of destruction. We remember loss of life, liberty and property which was immediately used as a pretext for more of the same.

Yet, when I remember the day of September 11, 2001, I remember it in a different light from what I mostly hear, a light of transformation, hope and celebration. I was not celebrating death, like the 5 dancing Israeli’s but celebrating life, despite them as it were.

Like many, I woke up to a phone call from my mother, “get to your TV! The US is under attack!”

I panicked and jumped out of bed, turning on my cable television and every channel was playing that horrible video of the planes hitting the building. I started sweating literally from head to toe. My heart was pounding as I wondered when the bombs would start hitting my home and whether the world would end. I considered all the things I hadn’t accomplished and all that I felt in my life still needed to be done. But within a couple hours, I started to notice that hadn’t happened. The world hadn’t come to an end, at least not for me.

All the media was focused on the planes, showing them over and over and over again. After watching it, I felt that same terror flood over my body with the same terrible sensations, each time, perpetuated by the shocking footage of the early morning events, while I stood in my apartment in Fountain Valley, California safe and sound. I somehow realized in that moment that terror, while real for some, was for me, media perpetuated, emotional suffering and anxiety. I was choosing misery to feel like I was part of something. It went beyond compassion to a place of nationalized victimhood. While I was compassionate for the victims, what the news was pushing felt like more than that. While I personally felt very sad for the losses of so many lives, I quickly recognized that the state of fear being generated over and over, the physiological reaction from imagining that this end of the world scenario was happening to me personally, feeling personally threatened and attacked, was not remotely true.

I thought to myself (not knowing how many times that plane hitting the building footage would play on my television or for how many months it would play) the planes each hit only once, not over and over and over. Though the damage was devastating, it all happened over a few brief hours and then it was over, extinguished. The buildings fell and that was that. Everything that could have been done to save lives was done or happening in hospitals in New York. If anything should have felt ongoing, it was the mourning, not the terror.

I think some of this “never forget” rhetoric surrounding the event is to keep this memory of terror alive in our minds, the feeling we felt when we first saw the devastation churning back up to be re-lived. Our bodies going through the reaction again is part of the process of manifestation and creative visualization. It sort of creates a mantram, the repetition to perpetuate in our daily lives. I understand the power of the energy of creative visualization, visioning and manifestation. It works the same for a positive outcome as it does for fear, anxiety, sadness and terror. The birth consequence to this remembrance, the manifestation of that terror or the answer to it ended up being a war on terror. I don’t think any of this rhetoric is an accident. We are still at war (perpetuating terror around the world) to fight that terror. I think of the saying “violence begets violence” as I return to my pivotal choice on that day.

Seeing as how I didn’t want terror and planes hitting buildings to be my mantra or the energetic frequency rippling from my space out into the field of consciousness from that moment forward, I chose that day to reset my intentions and my energy. I started by unplugging my cable box and standing in line at the Time Warner Cable store in Huntington Beach to return it and cancel my cable TV subscription.

Then, I played Daniel Nahmod’s song, Celebrate Your Life Today. While that may feel highly inappropriate in the wake of death, loss and devastation, I guarantee you, none of those people who died wanted us to live our lives in remembrance of the terror of their deaths. It would be better to remember their victories, and if we don’t know or remember them, or have the time with our own children to raise and vocations to pursue, to live our lives in meaningful victorious ways in their honor, live boldly, cherishing each moment as if it might be our last and spreading love, hope and compassion with everyone we meet. No one dies in a tragedy hoping people will forget them while remembering solely and exclusively the tragic events that caused their death. All this #NeverForget bullshit is not what they or their surviving friends and family would want to be their legacy.

I stepped outside in sunny southern California, the fog of my mind lifted after rescinding my cable news subscription. The day that started with dark images of smoke and debris instantly transformed. I looked around at the day unfolding before me. There were no planes. The sky was peaceful and quiet. I saw birds flying across a pristine blue sky. The birds were not living in terror or misery. They tended to their young and glided through the sky, singing their songs of joy! The words of the Daniel Nahmod song resonated in my mind,

“Celebrate your life today, great and joyful things have come my way, love with all your heart and soul today, know that God has made you whole, there will never be a better day than today- to celebrate!”

You can play it here:

I let the tune play over and over on that day, erasing my terror, remembering my wholeness and the fact that, at any time in history, with all the wars, there were people on earth experiencing peace. If those people uniformly chose to live in the war in their minds, constantly suffering out of duty or obligations to others’ suffering, even as they reside within the peaceful zone, the world would never know peace.

We need to become peace magnifiers, embodying and beaming peace and joy when and where we find it. We need to exude it from ear to ear, celebrating life rather than perpetually wallowing and fretting over death, disease or destruction.

Otherwise, the baddies win.

It’s your choice today to remember what you wish to magnify, the lives of people who were loved, who were heroic, who made the world a better place, your life, your food, your shoes, all the things you have to be grateful for and to celebrate.

#NeverForget the power of gratitude and the power of amplifying LIFE!

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