The first day, I responded as a higher dimensional being. I contacted other Light Workers to be sure the souls of the children startled out of their bodies so suddenly, had found their way into the Light, not left wandering in confusion and fear. I sent love in protective wave after protective wave to those left in such profound sorrow. I sent love and compassion to a soul so tortured that killing children seemed his best option.
The second day, I responded as a three dimensional mother, curled on my side in bed, contracted in such grief and sadness that only deep, desperate sleep could contain it.
There is a scene in the African Queen, when Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn have gone as far as they can go in the reedy waters of the river they are following. At one point, Charlie Alnut is literally dragging the boat behind him. He struggles along in muddy water up to his chest, leaches covering him, sun baking his head. At last, he can go no farther. The boat is stuck: the reeds too close. Rosie helps haul his exhausted body back on board. She helps him tear the horrid leaches off his skin. They decide they have done all they can do. They give up. They lie down together on deck to await death.
The camera pans up.
From above the mast of their small craft, the viewer sees what they cannot: twenty feet away is open water. While our heroes sleep, rain falls, lifting their boat free. When they awake, they are redeemed. Their boat has drifted into open water. They rise, rejoice, and they resume their travels. They are energized; amazed. They are giddy with the relief of their renewed hope. Their faces shine.
From my own reaction to twenty-eight deaths that awful day in December, I can feel so deeply the difference between the hopelessness of the view of our limited human experience and the solace of a higher perspective. We are bereft. We struggle to understand. We grieve deeply and forever the losses we suffer. There is no way to tear off the leeches of our sorrow. We are devastated. It is beyond our ability to imagine living a moment longer.
We pan up. We lift our consciousness. For a moment, pried out of the limited suffering of three dimensions, we may see this from the mast of our own scuttled ship.
For reasons we cannot fully fathom, these souls left this world together. Their passing has drawn us closer in compassion and love. Their leaving has galvanized us in our commitment to comfort one another. Our lives turn in our resolve to change our society. Together, we celebrate the Light they shared among us for so brief a time. They leave us breathless with love. They shine.