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In these days of wonder and days of rage we have lived in beauty and in pain.
This week the world watched as Boston was bombed, the president and a senator were sent poison laced letters and a factory explosion flattened a Texas town. The second and third were acts of man and readily solvable. The first was hell breaking loose.
I lived in Boston for twenty years. Part of that time I worked around the corner from where the bombs exploded on Boylston St. Several years later I lived a few miles away from where the surviving bomber was captured. I know those areas well. These last few days of being so far away left me with a feeling of helplessness.
Distance also empowered me. Many friends and in tandem with my psychic twin, we worked on this case. The power of a group of people working in spiritual concert is far greater than one man alone. We were calling on so many people so much that one of my women friends called me in the middle of the week. Her daughter asked if I was okay.
My friends’ daughter lives in Seattle. She could feel me pulling from her strength like an energy vampire. My friend knew that I would need everybody’s energy to help guide the police while telepathically convincing one or both bombers to surrender (I concentrated our energies on what turned out to be the younger, surviving brother). I had forgotten to call and tell her to warn her daughter. Once her daughter knew what I was doing, she sent everything she had and was able to call on the spiritual strength of others.
When the world rages, when I feel rage against the madness of the world, my only and best resort is in the life of the spirit. That is when I need to pray and meditate more than in normal times. It is when I reach out in spirit to the angels and spirits to send God’s light and guidance to our fractured world. Whatever I may have experienced personally over seeing my beloved Boston torn apart by bombs, my job to be of spiritual assistance came before my desire to wreak havoc on the bombers.
My spiritual job commands me to send God’s love and reassurance to those who bombed the Boston Marathon. Knowing that I had friends running in the Marathon meant that I was all the more responsible for helping the bombers turn themselves over to police. That was not my first thought.
Being very human, my first desire was to nail the bombers to the pillar of ice in the center of hell. Who does not want to wreck vengeance on those who have hurt us? It took a lot of work on the part of my guardian angel and many other angels to remind me that this happened in my time so that I could be part of the solution. My part in the solution was to bring God’s peace. Whether or not I wanted to do that work was beside the point.
God is a demanding lover. In days of rage He rages. In days of wonder, our job—the job of my friends and me—is to restore God’s wonder to our lives.
Strangely, the simplest part of the job has been done. The surviving Boston Marathon bomber has been captured. The hard part of putting the world back together now belongs to the people of Boston. What I learned after living there a few years is that a Bostonian’s idea of revenge is to live life better than ever. To build a strong and secure life for himself and future generations. My friend Michael Levin wrote in his Huffington Post piece that he told his sons that he would definitely be back next year to run the 2014 marathon. It’s what you do when you’ve lived in Boston. A bit of Sam Adams’ rebellious spirit enters the core of your very being and makes you determined to live life well.
Now comes the next job. There is going to be more. Once we have dealt with one tragedy the next awaits. Be ready. Be prepared in your heart and head and soul.
You are the future of humanity.