9/11 has always been weird. This year is no different. Today is a Monday and I experienced 9/11 on a Monday and officially it was a Tuesday. More and more my soul is rejecting the dark imagery and I find myself increasingly in nature. At times it feels like it’s just myself and Mother Earth.
For this year’s 911 I decided to see what was on the other side of a tunnel I went through a month or so ago.
A peek into eternity.
On the walk back home I discovered a collapsed wooden construction of some sort which I consider to be a mirror memory of 9/11. I believe the physical reality we experience is a manifestation of the subconscious personal self and collective Self. The walls between the two are becoming progressively blurred.
Walls Come Tumbling Down.
And then some more abandoned buildings.
The forest is alive.