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Why 911 will never be “over” by Pamela Kay

October 2, 2007

eagle_soaring.jpgToday I posted a comment to a blog that was a review (complete with comments) of a book entitled The World Is Flat by Thomas Friedman. The author seems to think that 911 is over and that we should just get back to life as usual, and stop all of the nonsense about terrorist threats, airport security and government eaves-dropping on suspects. I do think that the government has gone too far in the taking away some of our rights, but there is a thin line between having freedom and protecting it. The following is my comment”

“I am sorry, but you are so wrong. 911 will never be “over” as it has changed life, as we knew it.

There are thousands of things going on in this world, many of which we never hear or see reported on the news because they seem so unimportant to the masses. However, they like 911 are very important indeed. They each take us one-step closer to martial law.

When this happens, we will all look back on the little things that happened as well as the big things that should have been wake up calls. But it will then be too late.”

I wish to elaborate on this comment of mine by asking these questions.

Am I the only one who finds it odd that our government has ignored the illegal immigration of so many unknown people into our country? And that our borders are left so open? What could be the reason for this blinding? Franklin D Roosevelt once said, “In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way.” Dare we ask could God have a hand in it, to bring about His plan?

Has the escalation of crime in general left you shaking your head in disbelief? Do the organizations that are on the side of criminals and protecting their rights make you want to scream? Could this and the illegal influx, as well as terrorist threats to our country not be a catalyst for martial law being declared in America? How many rights will we have then? Are we satisfied that we helped to put the right person in the White House?

Have you ever heard of or do you know what the organization Echelon is?

http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/ECHELON/echelon.htmlEver hear of the Bilderberg Group? Maybe you should check them out at

Want to know who goes to these yearly group meeting designed to rule the little people?http://www.propagandamatrix.com/watsonrptbilderberg1.html

Ever heard that the way to control a nation is to start with its children and win them over to your way of thinking? Well, think back to what happened during the Vietnam War. Never have our youth been so outspoken or so out of control. I know this because I was there. Those young people who spit on and burned our flag were born in the forties. The forties are when Israel became a nation again, when the Bilderberg Group was being thought up and when they started to take over the minds of our children. It was the beginning of the the last days, spoken of in the Bible. It was the beginning of this country’s downfall.

Does the phrase New World Order not make you quake in your boots? Do you think it is something new? Is this not mentioned in the Bible as coming about in the last days? Does Europe sharing one common monetary system not ring any bells?

Does the escalation of unrest in the Middle East not make you uncomfortable? Even when you acknowledge the fact that they have been fighting among themselves forever, does it not seem strange that this wasteland of dry sand holds something that the whole world wants and needs? Is this just a coincident or is it a part of a much larger plan?

Does the call for the annihilation of Israel not make you think of something you may have heard in Sunday school long ago? Do you ever wonder how this small race of people has held on to their homeland so tenaciously? Has God intervened on their behalf?

Does Russia’s cooling it with the United States not make you wonder what is going on?

Do you know that in China great numbers of male children, born due to sex selection abortions, are now coming of age and that there are 120 men for every 100 women? Sound innocuous? Well for every 1000 men born, there will be 200 with no wife. This is staggering when you consider that China’s population is 1,321,851,888. You do the math. Where will these men find wives? And if marriage is shut to them, what will they do with their lives? Join the military maybe? What could and would China do with such a vast army? Ever heard of such an army, possibly in the last book of the Bible: Revelation?

Do you feel sick when you turn on the news and hear that another disaster, caused by the weather, has claimed thousands of lives? Could it possibly be that we in our pursuit of wealth may have caused some of it?

Do you ask yourself where God is when you read about the suffering in places like Darfur? Do you wonder about the famines and droughts that are plaguing our planet?

Could it be possible that the Bible is true and all of these things are leading up to what will be the biggest and bloodiest battle ever fought on this earth?

Are you fighting for your right to worship as your heart dictates? Or are you cowered by those who scream for political correctness and a Godless society? Do you allow them to change who you are, so you will fit in and keep the peace? This is not keeping the peace; it is trampling on it. Soon we will have no right to worship. Even now in the name of tolerance, churches are springing up everywhere that are ordaining those who live Godless lives as pastors. They do not preach, teach or instill the words of the Bible. They have created a new God. One that is tolerant of all things. We like sheep have gone astray and are lost now. And our country is dying for lack of prayer and revival.

I believe in tolerance. However, I do not tell others that they are right when they are wrong, not do I allow them to change my beliefs or me. I do not try to force the Good News on anyone. By tolerance, I mean that I am not unkind to those who see things in a different way from me. That is their right. I tolerate their right to exist and do not try to harm them. However, neither do I join in with them. I am neither their judge nor jury that is God’s job, not mine.

If we continue to ignore our loss of rights and the damage we are doing to this world and the effects it has on all, we will have been willing participants in bringing about a great super power who will rule the world with a hard hand. Because the results of our doing nothing now, will be such as to make the world reel and men’s hearts to fail from fear. Sound familiar?

When citizens who do nothing now but complain about illegal immigration, crime rates and the government stealing of our rights as humans, we participate in the hastening of martial law being declared. Because, when we finally wake up and see that the government is not going to do anything but talk, some will take matters into their own hands and there will be such civil unrest that we will welcome the interference of the government.

Yes, imagine that, things getting so bad we welcome the government to take control, just to gain a little peace. Selling our birthright for a bowl of pottage. How long will we be satisfied with that way of life? Not very long! We are too use to our freedom of choices, which of course will be the first thing we are stripped of and will no longer have. We will rebel and demand to have back what we so willingly handed over. But our wings will be clipped and we will soar through the heavens freely no more.

For it will not be given back to us. No my friend, it will not be returned to us. Powers behind the scenes, (those we didn’t bother to learn about because we were too busy living our life) have been working feverishly for years to bring about everything that will have caused us to relinquish our rights in the first place. We will become nothing more than a number. Just another worker bee to keep those in power fed with honey as they play with what is left of the world as though it were a set of tinker toys.

Thinking this will never happen? Think again! It is happening day by day right in front of our eyes. But we are too busy to see it. Who would have ever thought that one man could do what Hitler did? This is not a new thought at all. It is well covered in the Bible. And all you need do is make yourself familiar with its pages and you will see for yourself that things are happening just as the word of God says they will. Time is short. It is the eleventh hour already.

So, what can you do? Well for starters, you can wear some real holes in your jeans by getting on your knees to pray. Read the Bible and learn what it says. You can stand your ground on your beliefs, no matter the personal cost. You can start living a green life. You can turn off the television and start reading newspapers and books on current events. Educate yourself and vote. Protest at your child’s school and if that fails to bring about better curriculum, withdraw them and home school them. Remember this; even one drop of water will cause a ripple that will spread outward.

Many will read this post of mine and laugh at me as a holey roller or fanatic. I do not care at all. They laugh at every thought that does not agree with them. I write this for those who have for one reason or another never stopped to think about what is going on around them. Through the years, I have stumbled upon different ideas but the Bible seems solid to me and is being proved daily. The strange thing is that though some spend their lives trying to disprove it, they cannot. The most they can do is come up with another theory, most of which fall far short of being believed. And I have read of several scientists who set out to prove the Bible false only to end up believing in its words. So, to you who have had your interest piqued, research and find out. To you who choose to laugh at me, well they say laughter id a good medicine so here is to your health:)

Remember these famous quotes.

“If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.”

~Winston Churchill~

“No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.”

~Ronald Reagan~

And who can doubt that it will lead to the worst disorders when minds created free by God are compelled to submit slavishly to an outside will? When we are told to deny our senses and subject them to the whim of others? When people devoid of whatsoever competence are made judges over experts and are granted authority to treat them as they please? These are the novelties which are apt to bring about the ruin of commonwealths and the subversion of the state

Galileo.
On the margin of his own copy of Dialogue on the Great World Systems

911– I Remember, I Will Not Forget

September 11, 2007

September 11, 2001 dawned as any other day. The sun came up as it always did, right on time. I left my job as always at 7am, and headed for home. I unwound a little by eating breakfast as I watched the news. No warning was given, because no one knew. I lay down to peaceful sleep, tired from the labor of the night before.

As I lay down to sleep, the events that culminated in the horror of the WTC had already begun. Terrorist were already aboard their flights. NORAD was in the middle of running a program called Vigilant or Global Guardian, which simulated a hijacking. President Bush was in route to a school to speak to elementary students. Donald Rumsfeld was hosting a breakfast. And millions of Americans were going about their lives, unaware of the plot that was happening overhead in the skies of their homeland.

As I fall deeper into my sleep, one plane is already hijacked by the terrorist and is reported by a flight attendant. At first, she is not believed, but then the airline officials decide to keep it to themselves instead of reporting it to the government. How terrified the people must have been as I slept on.

At 8:46 am, as I traipse through pleasant dreams, flight 11 slams into the north tower. It is a chilling thing to think about but at the exact same time, the plane hit the tower, fighter jets were ordered to scramble and find flight 11. But, it was already too late. And I turned over in my sleep and found a comfortable position, without a clue that my life had been changed forever.

I am not the only one who does not know what has happened. Our president is told only that a small plane has struck the north tower. It is believed to be nothing more than an accident. At this time, he is blissfully unaware that his country is under attack by terrorist. He sits in front of small children and listens as they read their lesson to him.

At 9:00 am, my highly agitated daughter wakes me. “Momma,” she says, “I know you need your sleep, but I thought you would want to see what has happened in New York. A plane has flown into the world Trade Center. It’s awful,”

I am visiting at her house for a week, so we can spend some time together. I am sleeping on her sofa. I turn over and through bleary eyes; I look at the TV across the room. The reporters are talking about the tower that is now in flames. Then I see a plane fly into the other tower. I am confused at first, I think it is a replay, but the reporters are saying something about another plane and the south tower. They too are highly agitated.

Then it hits me like icy water, it was not an accident, it was on purpose and both towers have been hit. I sit up and look at the instant replay, but I cannot believe what my eyes are seeing. I grow cold and my hands start to tremble. A thousand one word questions race through my mind. Why? How? Why? Who? Why? Why? Why?

I realize I am holding my breath, my chest hurts and my hands are covering my face. I look at the TV through trembling fingers. I brush a lock of hair that is not out of place, back into place. I adjust my position and pull the quilt around me but it offers no comfort. My great-great-grandmother made it, it should be comforting to me now, but it is not. There is nothing that can comfort me now, not even my God, for I cannot even pray. How can I pray when I cannot think? How can I form lucid thoughts when my mind is telling that what my eyes have been seeing cannot be true? I can’t accept it; I do not want to accept it. But this horror as real.

My mind is filled with brief glimpses, manufactured by an out of order brain, of what it must have been like for those in the towers. The shock, the fear, the disbelief, the urge to run when there was no time or place to run. My body still trembles but now I am visibly shaking all over. My daughter is concerned for me. She is young and does not understand that America must be under attack. It is only with great effort that I myself come to this conclusion. Then the human need to survive takes over and I ask for a hot cup of coffee.

My daughter turns off the air conditioner, in hopes of warming me up. Slowly the color returns to my face, but my eyes still do not cry. I need to go to the bathroom, but do not want to leave the TV. I am waiting for what comes next. The news is talking about President Bush being told. I do not know if it was then I saw it on TV or later in the day.

An agent comes in and whispers the news into his ear that another plane has crashed into the south tower. His face blanches slightly. He now knows what I know, that it was not an accident, but that we are under attack.

Bush makes a speech from the school and tells America that we are under attack. I already knew this. But shortly after this, the next thing I had been waiting for occurred. Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon. I knew it was coming, but it was still a shock. It is then reported that another plane is hijacked and is on its way to Washington D.C. My heart nearly stops beating when I hear this. The coldness starts to return.

It grips me hard as I see, on TV, one of the towers start to collapse. It falls as if it is made of tinker toys. Dust and smoke billowing out around it. Again, I cannot breathe and cannot believe what my eyes are seeing. “Oh, God!” I cry out, and my daughter comes running in from the kitchen to see what is wrong. She watches the instant replay of the tower go down. I do not dwell on this for long because soon after this we learn that another plane has crashed in Pennsylvania.

I watch for an hour or two more. All of this has happened in just about one and half hours. It has been exhausting for me to watch. My body has run a gauntlet of all emotions known to mankind. I have still not cried but the tears will come. I go to the computer and sit there trying to gather some thoughts to add to my diary. Over the top of it, I keep a close eye on the TV. This is my diary entry for September 11, 2001:

Sept. 11, 2001 1:10 PM

Oh my God! Oh my God! I am in a state of shock. What could not happen, what should not happen—has happened. Today! I saw it happen on the TV. My eyes saw it but my mind keeps trying to spit it out. It can’t be. It is a nightmare from which I can’t awake. My hands are trembling, my heart is racing, my skin is cold. The whole world must be watching as we, the mighty are slain. No, no not slain, only wounded. But wounded so badly. Why? Why? Why? Have we not been there for the world in their hour of need? Who is there that we have not helped? How can anyone hate us so? I can’t get my head to work, to think. I have never known this feeling before, surprise, shock, horror, revulsion, pain, disbelief, helplessness, even fear. All at once and together, they hit me. Like a child in the midst of laughter suddenly slapped by a parent, they love, for no reason. Each thought comes back to “Why?”

My head keeps playing it over and over. The plane flying into the tower, the plane flying into the tower, the plane flying into the tower. It will not stop, I don’t need to look at the TV to see, it is etched in my soul forever. Burned into my vision. No way to look around it.

I can’t even pray. I can’t hold to a thought long enough. The picture keeps intruding. How can there be such hate? What kind of heart can harbor such? Did anyone look up from their desk and see it coming? Oh what utter confusion, what sheer disbelief. Do their mothers even know yet? That their child is gone in a blazing inferno?

I must be in shock. I know this because my eyes are dry but my heart is weeping. The very soul, which is me, is screaming and weeping in pain. I can’t write anymore now, the TV keeps calling to me. Is there more to come?

Surely no more. I am afraid. Some part of me has died, or is lost. I will never be the same again. We will never be the same again. Life as we knew it ended today.

Sept. 11, 2001 9 PM

I have not slept today. The picture keeps playing over and over. All of those people…gone. So many lives lost, so much of innocence lost…gone forever. I called in to see if we were working tonight. We are! But I do not understand why everyone is not at a standstill, with this great grief I feel inside of me. Maybe they handle it in another way, by keeping busy maybe. I will have to try. But I know I will only be a shell of myself, going through the motions. It is good that there will be someone telling me what to do, as I am unable to move myself. How much of this day will I actually remember once my mind starts to really function again? When I am in control. LOL that is quaint, when was I ever in control? Guess I should say when I again can pretend I am in control. I feel so very, very small now. Like a tiny little flower lying on the floor of some massive primordial jungle. Of no consequence at all.

Hope does still live in me. I just had a wonderful thought. God can see me. I have left Him out of this today. Was I afraid to ask why He allowed it to happen? Yes, I think so. I will leave that for another day, and just cling to Him and hope, that He alone can offer. I see so many on TV that are running to help, in any way they can. Trying to console those who will never kiss the sweet cheeks of their child again, or embrace their chosen partners that they vowed to love until death do us part. Death has parted them now in a horrible way. All of those lives, gone in just the blink of an eye. They will not be forgotten. The remembering of them will cause a great anger to grow in our hearts, that someone for their own gain could willfully inflict so much pain.

Sept 12, 2001 8:10 AM

I am home from work now. I must be on automatic, because I still can not think about what I am doing. Too much turmoil in my heart and mind. My head hurts and heart hurts and I just don’t understand anything anymore. How can one instant in time change so much, so fast?

If I could just get by that mental image of the plane as it flew in the WTC, then maybe I could go on and get back to as close to normal as I will ever be again. But it is there even when I close my eyes. It will not go away. It hurts so very bad, but there is no escaping it. I ask Jesus to remove it, but He must think it needful for me because it is still there. I trust Him, but it just hurts so badly. How many pieces can a heart break into? How long does it take for it to be totally broken to the point where it no longer feels the cracking and tearing apart? I do not know, but guess I will find out now. I am still at Jarie’s house. I am treated as royalty here. Ask to do nothing but to love. I wish though that the construction was complete and I was in my own cozy little home, where everything is so familiar. Then I could sit at my desk with the door open and watch the dawn come stealing over the hill outside and through the ivy laden oak trees that have been there forever.

My chest hurts, just a tight bundle of pain that has such a great weight. There must be a lesson somewhere in this for me. Or Jesus would not let it continue. But what?!? It is there, somewhere in the mishmash of my brain, but I couldn’t find my own nose right now, let alone anything in that tangled jungle of my mind. There is no order, no sense to me at all. It will come back, if I just give it time. Or am I losing my mind now? If so, I almost welcome it, because what is worse that being locked in here with all of this pain caused by the image of the plane flying into the tower, over and over again? Oh, sweet Jesus help me please.