September 11^th, 2001 was a pivotal day in American history, the likes of which our country had not seen since the bombing of Pearl Harbor. You might be tired of hearing stories from everyone about what they were doing when they heard about the attack on the Twin Towers in New York, or maybe you’re still interested in the diversity of all these different tales. Mine is not particularly remarkable, except that when it took place, I wasn’t in America. I was in Omeath, County Louth, Ireland.

At the time, my now ex-husband and I were running our own business creating and selling educational and personal development CDs. We had rented two townhouses side by side, living in one and working in the other. We had only one employee, a young man named Johnny who helped us with the packaging and shipping of our products.

That day started like any other and, as we were five hours ahead of New York time, it wasn’t until about two in the afternoon when Johnny came downstairs and said that he’d heard on the radio that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York. I figured that if this news was already hitting the Irish radio waves, then CNN was sure to have it. We all went next door and turned on the TV, and just sat there for the rest of the afternoon, watching the towers fall and the ensuing deluge of debris rain over the city.

Like everyone else, I was glued to the set for hours, and then days. I remember watching the ashes of paper falling like snow everywhere, and watching thousands of people crossing a bridge to walk home. I remember what seemed to be endless walls covered with missing person signs…photographs, phone numbers, personal messages. All these people, all these families in panic, all the rescue and relief teams…time just seemed to get very hazy during those days. I remember crying in grief for people I had never met, and feeling sick to my stomach, wondering how our leaders intended to respond.

The day after 9-11, we closed our business for a day of mourning. The day after that, the entire Republic of Ireland also called for a day of mourning, and virtually everything closed down. I was very touched that an entire country would be so respectful of our sorrow and loss, and couldn’t remember an instance of our doing the same for another nation.

Again, I have nothing particularly “psychic” to say about this event. But I do feel that while such an event is aberrant, at the same time I suspect that all the souls who passed over on that day now realize they were part of a major world event. Collectively, perhaps they are operating on the other side to help us all keep a lid on things, and are trying to persuade us to not return evil with evil, hate with hate, or an eye for an eye.

I really, really hope so.