My Daily 9/11

This is an interesting thing that’s been happening to me pretty much ever since 9/11.

At least once a day, if not more often, I will get what I’ve come to refer to as “my daily 9/11”. Usually, the way it happens is that I’ll find myself randomly looking at some digital clock precisely at 9:11. I don’t plan it, it just happens. I can be totally engrossed in a DVD, movie, or TV show and somehow, I’ll just happen to glance at the clock on the cable box at 9:11. Or, I’ll be working on my computer, and glance at the clock in my tray at 9:11. The past few weeks, when I’ve gotten on the #6 train on my way home from my psychic development circle, the clock on the train says 9:11.

However, and moreso within the past few months, it’s happening with other things as well. The random BlogMad numbers on my surf bar will have 911, or 911 will be part of my current game score. Yesterday, it was part of my score on Super Collapse. This morning’s 911 was part of a random number on my BlogMad surf bar. I’m guessing that when I get on the #6 train tonight, the clock on the train will read 9:11.

It doesn’t bother me. In a strange way, I find it oddly comforting whenever it happens. Maybe I should start keeping a log of when and where it shows up each day.

Have it Your Way – a Burger King Experience

(Note – while this isn't graphic, it may not be for the squeamish.)

Last week I had some appointments in the area, and planned to make a stop at the Liberty Street Family Room, to drop off something I put together to be left in the room for family members. I finally made it down there around 3:30pm, and realized I hadn't eaten anything. Something/someone gave me the idea I needed to eat at the Burger King on the corner of Liberty and Church Streets.

This is something I thought I would never do again, considering that it had been used as a temporary morgue after 9/11. However, for whatever reason, I just felt this "calling" to eat there, for lack of a better term. Unlike previous times when I'd passed by Burger King, this time, something just felt "right" about going there, and I didn't feel at all squeamish about going in. I got my order, and went upstairs to the seating area and found myself a table.

Here's where it gets interesting…

As I was sitting there eating my lunch, and wondering if anyone else eating there would STILL be eating there if they knew it had been used as a morgue, I started getting very brief mental images, almost like flashes of what had taken place there. I got a flash of a man lying on a morgue table, and a few images of various body parts.

The interesting thing about all of the images was that they were all in black and white, and not in color like I usually get. I'm guessing that this was intentional on the part of whoever was showing me, in order to show me, but at the same time spare me from some more intensely disturbing imagery. I thanked them for doing it that way. Oddly enough, I wasn't afraid, but felt very okay and calm about it all, and about being there.

I found the whole experience very comforting and re-assuring in a strange way, despite the mental images.

It Gets Even Weirder…

Here's where it gets even weirder still… I just did some searching on Google, to find out more about the firefighters involved in the movie, and found this in a transcript of a Larry King interview with Dennis Quaid:

KING: I think there's a lot to be said for that. Before we meet Jim and we must ask, where you were on 9/11?

QUAID: I was here in L.A., just woke up and turned on the television.

KING: Were you working that day?

QUAID: No, I wasn't working that day. I had the day off. And I woke up and turned on the television just in time to see the first building fall. It's like I turned on the TV and it fell. And I didn't know what I was watching. But…

KING: Do you remember what you went through that day?

QUAID: Well, I just remembered I was thinking about the guys — because I did a movie called "Frequency" in New York where I played a firefighter and we used the Greg Jones firehouse.

KING: Oh, yeah?

QUAID: Yes. And I was thinking about those guys because I knew that they were close and they wound up losing 10 guys that morning, the guys that I'd been around and worked with.

This is Too Weird for Words

I'm sitting here watching Frequency on the SciFi Channel. The movie, in a nutshell, is about a police officer who finds his father's old HAM radio, and somehow connects with his father, a firefighter from Queens who died 30 years earlier while responding to a warehouse fire.

Here's where it gets too weird for words. The movie was released in 2000, and when they show the firefighter's house, the house number is 343, the same number of firefighters killed at the World Trade Center on 9/11. Also, according to the Internet Movie Database:

In the warehouse fire scene, all the firefighters except Dennis Quaid, Peter MacNeill and Jordan Bridges, are all real.

Sunday’s 9/11 Story

I'm not even sure where to start with this one. On Sunday, I had been invited to a wine and cheese presentation hosted by the Freedom's Flame Memorial Foundation. The Freedom’s Flame memorial commemorates 9-11 and honors the heroes and families touched by this event. It will be located in Rancho Cucamonga’s (California) Central Park. There are also plans for a second, identical, sculpture to be presented to New York City as a gift. The presentation was hosted to present the idea to those groups and individuals connected with 9/11, and hopefully get our support and feedback.

To say it was an interesting day would be an understatement. In fact, the way I received and accepted the invitation to the event was interesting in and of itself. I got a call at around 7pm Friday night from one of my friends, who is also the mother of a WTC victim. She and her husband had been contacted about the event, and asked if I would be interested in joining them. Without batting an eye, I said "I'm in!" She asked if I wanted to see their website to see if it would be something I would be interested in, and I told her that I didn't have to, and that I'd be there on Sunday. (For what it's worth, my friend Diane knew about my weekend with James Van Praagh, and knows about some of my "interesting" experiences. So, she's kind of used to it by now.)

Fast-forward to Sunday. You know how they say if something is meant to happen, the Universe cooperates? Well, if my lack of weekend mass-transit delays and detours on the way there was any indication, this was meant to be. A commute that would normally take me about an hour and a half, took just a little over an hour. I made every bus and subway connection that I needed to make. So, here I am at this lovely restaurant on Lexington and East 28th, wondering if I'm going to feel like a fifth wheel during all this because I'm not a family member, WTC worker or WTC survivor. Boy was I wrong!

In a nutshell, it was one of those "interesting experience" days. The first person I spoke to from the Freedom's Flame Memorial Foundation was Sam, who told us about some of his own "interesting experiences", including, but not limited to, receiving donations of a WTC fire truck, WTC steel to use in the building of the memorial, travelling cross-country transporting a huge truckload of steel from NYC to Rancho Cucamonga (there are pictures of this trip on their website), and getting an offer of a warehouse to store it all. Sam had so many incredible experiences to share, and he was only the beginning! I later met the lovely Gran and Rose, who had their own stories to share. Gran shared her experiences of being clinically dead, and later in a coma. If you ever want to hear funny coma stories, you have to hear Gran tell hers. She had us laughing so hard, we couldn't breathe! (In case you're wondering, yes folks, they can hear us. So be careful what you say and do around coma patients – it may come back to haunt you!)

The visit to the Liberty Street Family Room at Ground Zero was, in a word, intense. Not in a bad way, though. For me, strange as this may sound, walking in the door and seeing all of the pictures, memorabilia and memorials was like "old home week". I saw names and faces that I had passed by every day on my way to and from work after 9/11. I felt them there, too. They were definitely there in that room, no doubt about it. It's really hard to describe the sensation, but it's kind of a cross between an overwhelming, almost overpowering amount of love, and a sense of calmness and peace. It's a feeling that literally takes your breath away. While I was there, something gave me the idea of putting all of the photos that I had taken of the various memorials around Ground Zero into a book, and giving it to the Family Room. I started to mention my idea to Diane, and about halfway through, the sensation was so strong that I literally had to stop and take a few breaths before continuing. It was almost like feeling choked up with emotion, but about a hundred times more powerful. I've been trying not to use this word because of its negative connotation, but it was definitely a really "freaky" experience. A very good experience, but definitely a "freaky" one!