I'm writing this on December 20, though many of you will be reading it far after the holidays are over. I'm sitting at my desk drinking a cinnamon coffee, thinking about getting up and having some eggnog. The Christmas tree is up (as it always is this time of year), and we have greeted guests, had great things to eat, and are anticipating being with grandchildren... seeing bright excited faces... celebrating a time of love in our culture.
Yet there is something in me that is sad.
For twelve years and almost as many books, Kryon has brought us loving messages from Spirit - how to handle challenge - how to reach to a new "normal," - how to see others differently - how to heal our bodies - how to connect to what many call GOD. We've been told that this millennium will bring us change, and even that we will have a battle between the old and the new. Many of us are beginning to realize what this means.
In these last years the Kryon team has been all over the world and seen a great deal. We've met "family" everywhere and are so appreciative of those who support us and those who have sent cards, letters, or Emails just saying "hi." We've ploughed through spiritual controversy and the energy of those who wish we would go away. We've had victory over those who tried to stop our work... those who wanted to censor our love for Spirit... those who called us evil... even those in the new age who want to take sides and split up a unified spirit... things you perhaps never knew about. We're still here, and our work of enabling Humans in love continues to grow. We have so much to feel grateful for, yet there is something in me that is sad.
We are in the top 20 of all the search engines on the Internet in the subject of channelling, and have over 13,000 visitors a day to our website. Another Kryon book is in progress and we are booked into 2003 with Kryon meetings and Indigo events. I am in perfect health and have a wonderful group around me with the promise of more to come in my life. I'm in a beautiful city (without cold or snow) in Southern California. I feel the love of Spirit in my heart... yet I sit here somewhat sad. Why?
Like so many others of you right now, I can't discard the feelings of those who are in pain as you read this. This Christmas will be different for thousands of Americans and others... wives and husbands - lots of children - partners, relatives and friends. Like you, I revisit the sorrow of those lost in the September event. Those in the aircraft, the buildings, the emergency workers... they represented so much to us all. Then I realize those who are hurting due to the later airline crash, and then I also realize the loss in Afghanistan and in the Middle East. America and the earth has lost so much family in these last few months to a very
old energy.
Kryon continually gives us a perspective on death. We are told that it's just a change of energy... that we are all eternal... that those we think are gone are really "still here." He often invites us to see the "gift" in all of it, and begs us to find the love even in tragedy. I'm the channeller. I can understand all these things at a spiritual level and I am so thankful for this wonderful information. Still, I think about an empty Christmas and New Year's holiday for so many in my own country, not to mention those outside of our culture.
For us in America, I think of the memorial wall at ground zero... I revisit the vision of being in one of the aircraft over New York, Washington, or Pennsylvania. I see myself deciding to be burned alive or jump out a window at floor 103. See? I'm just like you. The energy of the event lives with us all in so many ways.
This Christmas and some of the days surrounding it, I'm going to visit those empty homes and hearts in my visions. My gift to others will be a silent one, but one which Spirit tells me creates powerful energy. As painful as it might be, I wish to place myself in those houses all over America... thousands of them... the ones that had their loved ones wrenched from them all in one day. I'm going to remember the others who died in the following months, and those left behind from it all. I'm going to stand there in my vision and pour light into their area... into their lives... into their hearts. I'm not going to absorb their sorrow, but instead I'm going to share my joy!
Nothing can take the place of those who were lost... nothing. But slowly time will heal the wounds of the loss to a point where it is tolerable and life will continue. In the meantime I will participate as though I were part of the recovery team... part of those who council the broken hearted and pick up the pieces... those who cart away the rubble at ground zero. I will be a light-worker, sending my joy.
Now I begin to realize that this is what this holiday is about. It's about sending gifts of loving energy into dark places of sorrow that need it.
It's about being family even to those we don't really know. It's about being a mom or dad or friend in spirit to those who lost theirs almost yesterday. It's about being next to a Human Being who cries in the middle of the night - holding their hand - saying nothing - just being there. It's even about understanding and having tolerance for those in areas who also gave their lives on the other side of this struggle - the other side of
this stage.
My sadness is tempered. I begin to understand how I can make a difference. My seeming helplessness at this situation begins to turn to joy as I realize that indeed I AM able to help. I look at the situation and say, "Someday we'll all be together again. Someday all this will pass." Then I really know what family is about. I understand about being a "piece of God." I understand that the energy of joy and calmness can be passed to others through prayer, visualization, and meditation.
My heart is with all of those who gave us this gift. May the earth find a wisdom and peace that would never have been possible without the events of the last months. May we be on a new track that will create a new planetary consciousness. Then all this will not have been in vain.
Blessings!
LEE CARROLL
