TWA: Travel With Angels’ by Therese Crowley

Back in the glamour days of airline travel, my Mom, Cecelia, was a stewardess with Trans World Airlines. The love of her life had been killed in the war, the big one, WWII, so she took to the skies to find joy in living again. There at TWA, she met my Dad, Bob, who would become the lead mechanic at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, later, the supervisor of all aircraft maintenance.

You would know them both by their smiles, and the smiles in their eyes. Cecelia was the kindest woman you could ever meet, a remarkable kindness coupled with tolerance above and beyond even her keen intellect. A Minnesota farm girl, she was somehow possessed of an uncommon worldly flair.

Dad never had a Father; his own Dad had died before he was even born on the South Side of Chicago. My Dad had an Irish sparkle and a sixth sense. He was a perfectionist; his work mattered, and his planes didn’t crash. He passed away one Memorial Day, not many years ago.

My Mom, Cecelia, passed last week, August 7th, 2 days after what would have been their 60th wedding anniversary. We buried her last Friday.

In the wisdom of her younger years, Mom had made a decision to replace her sadness with joy, and to bring love into life again. No matter what life handed her to endure, she taught me the power of making the decision to go on.

Mom had gone on to become a reference librarian, and a teacher till the day she died; even the hospice workers were saying, ‘She’s teaching us all the way to go out of this world.’ Her passing was not easy, until it ended in grace. She helped many of the women who cared for her to process feelings about the passing of their own Moms.

Mom and Dad both had a deep and abiding faith in God. Every time I went home to visit, Dad would always get out his prayer book and show me the prayer cards of the friends and relatives who had passed. I used to think it was morbid – until sometime after he died, I realized, he had been getting help from all those friends on the other side.

Now Mom has joined him, and them.

Back in the day, the saying went, ‘TWA-Travel With Angels.’
When you fly, or while traveling thru any of the difficult passages in life, please feel free to call on Cecelia and Bob for extra help -
I’m sure they will help you find the way to ‘ Travel With Angels. ‘

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THANK you THANK you THANK you all- wishing you miracles big and small!

What a week in September, a week of celestial firepower:

Tuesday is the Archangels Feast Day,

Sts Michael, Gabriel and Raphael, bringing protection, messages, and healing-

The Little Flower, St Therese of Lisieux’s Feast Day Thursday, she who said

‘I will spend my heaven doing good on earth’,

and in between, I get to have a birthday!

I’ve been honored to be called ‘an honorary Jew’ by many of my friends, with a birthday falling, as it often does, amidst the Jewish New Year season. Funny, yesterday a non-observant friend said, ‘Shouldn’t you be in Temple?’ I had to explain, ‘I’m a Catholic girl, and a Eucharistic Minister even, but isn’t it all the same? I mean, didn’t Catholics start out as Jews?!’

So may all of our ‘atonement’

Bring us a new at-one-ment!

If you see signs of roses, or miracles…say, unexpected sports or Springsteen tix,

a new job, found money, solutions to structural problems, new love or old friends—

thank our heavenly helpers!

And my birthday thanks to all the earthly helpers too—big birthday love to you—

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Have you had a feeling you would run into someone? Or sensed there was someone behind you? Call it Football Intelligence (FBI) – a kind of a sixth sense – and it’s all about communication.

Guys usually scoff at words like ‘intuitive’, but not on GameDay. Tune into any great quarterback. It’s as if they have eyes in the back of their heads, the way they sense hits coming from behind. New England’s Tom Brady, for example. Even Greg Gumbel on CBS was waxing poetic last Sunday, ‘What intuitive feeling by Brady to duck the blindside hit…’

You put that kind of radar together with teamwork, a lot of people operating in the same sixth-sense group-mind, and anything is possible…

How do you manage that kind of radar in motion? Just ask the new guy at the helm of the NY Jets, Coach Rex ‘It’s All About Communication’ Ryan.

Call it ‘The Roar of the Jets’- Sunday’s Jets win over the Patriots was a wild example from Ryan’s playbook, of how communication actually affects physical reality. (cuz you can’t get much more physical than football…)

Step One: Create a wall of sound. Call all season ticketholders, ask them to BE LOUD.

Step Two: If communication is about clarity, confuse the quarterback, with both sound and motion, running different patterns.

As the ESPN Radio play-by play guys put it: ‘You want to confuse Tom Brady. If Tom Brady knows what you’re doing, you’re in for a long day…’

And this is what happens: long-suffering Jets fans say, this Jets game is the loudest in 30 years—so loud, the Stadium was shaking…

The Patriots on the field literally can’t hear, forcing them to call at least two time outs leading to delay-of-games. Interviewed later, the Jets figured the wall of sound created by the crowd was worth at least 3-4 of the penalties called against the Patriots.

Over and over, the Jets say, the crowd became the 12th man on the field…

And the Jets frustrate the great Tom Brady to no-touchdowns, giving their new quarterback Mark Sanchez a safe space to settle in and get comfortable, and win16-9,

Communication and teamwork by the crowd, inspired Coach Ryan to give the gameball the CROWD, how wild is that?

And if the Jets’ Ryan is all about communication, New England’s Bill Belichick is typically all about not communicating. When asked the reason for the delays of game,

(like, was it the roar of the Jets’ fans??)Belichik responds ‘We didn’t get the play off in time…’like the old-school tight lipped FBI guy, not gonna get any information here…

(Altho he is said to be notorious for having his people search the Internet for quotes from opponents, and using those words as fuel to inflame his players…)

People say all the time, communication doesn’t matter, it’s what you DO. But as we see, communication is actually the master key to energy.

If Football is about playing the communication game within the pattern.

scoring is about using communication to break free of any pattern. That’s the method we use here, energy and communication.

Football is like life. Football Intelligence always applies, to break free of the old patterns that keep you from reaching the endzone. And always, there’s the 12th man, a kind of invisible power just waiting in the wings. With teamwork and communication, you’ve got a shot, to break the sound barrier, and make the stadium rock!

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People are feeling their stuff, and feeling it deeply. But beyond that-‘ Is there something else going on?’ People keep asking me, because I’m tuned in, and have something of a track record on these issues.

‘Is it the change of weather? ‘ – people ask. That’s a very good question. When the earth tilts and the light shifts dramatically in the sky, we would be affected simply because we are in bodies. Our pineal glands, buried deep behind the ‘third eye,’ the seat of wisdom, are reading the light, processing everything, differently.

Then, the carnal mind says, ‘Summer’s gone, and nothing much seems to have changed for the better in the economy, has it?” and it’s natural to feel blue, or worse..black…

I can’t tell you the number of people who’ve shared with me, they’ve been deep in their stuff, whatever it is, since about last Friday.

Friday, interestingly enough, was the Jewish New Year Rosh Hashanah, where the custom is, (and I’m just a Catholic girl with friends of many faiths) to cast your shortcomings into the water and start the year with a clean slate. This leads into the time of atonement in a week, Yom Kippur.

But is there something else going on? One of the visions I was shown about 9/11 is this:

We would all be given the grace to give up our old stuff, our old core issues, once and for all…

We have all made mistakes, and for many of us, in particular, financial mistakes.

We thought things would get better, living in the optimism of better days ahead, when hidden forces were at work. Was that so wrong, to be optimistic? Unfortunately, the thought leads to the great statement of regret:

‘If only I had….

Like putting a pinprick in your balloon, or a nail in your tire, nothing will deflate your energy like ‘If only I had’. I know: my tire just blew out! Isn’t that the way of life?

‘If I knew what would happen, I’d know what to do!’ But, we don’t know. We can never know for sure…that’s part of being human, and creating this world with each other.

So, here is the good news:

‘We are already saved…’

I’ve seen it happen often enough, to give me this deep and abiding faith to share with you. I get it everywhere from the Apostle Paul, to A Course In Miracles. Here’s how it works, in practical reality:

When you believe in a power greater than money, and align your life with the help of a

something greater than yourself, something good, call it God, or Love, or the Organizing Energy, miracles are available. Life can turn on a dime. Suddenly, the rules of ‘the world’ no longer apply. And even when they do, we are always taken care of…

That is the spiritual underpinning, of the practical reality of today:

The only way out is through.

So here’s the game plan for going through:

-Accept where we are today, and our part in it, knowing that it looked like the right thing to do at the time.

-Accept our feelings about it.

-Ask for the courage to do whatever it is you need to do today. Pray, make a list, ask into the air, however seems right to you.

-Then give up worry – and move into ‘action, and still more action’…

-Say what needs to be said.

-Do what needs to be done.

-Give up the outcome, and believe in the promise, that ‘we have already been saved…’.

-And look for the miracle.

The miracle may be a helpful person, place or event, a shift in perception, or the courage to face the music, when you never had that kind of courage before. Or, the miracle may present itself as an energy so unusual, or a stroke of fortune so profound, you know it must come from something bigger than you.

In this world, the only way out is through—but we can get thru it together.

So remember, with each one of us under maximum pressure — remember to be kind.

You never know at whose hands the miracle will occur…

quite possibly, yours, if you are open to believing……

Don’t stop believing.

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First, think of it like a snakebite:

It’s just the poison boiling up to be healed.

And, it’s the greatest detox you could ask for. I saw this, tending to my boyfriend—he was so sweet, he said, ‘It’s not safe! Aren’t you afraid of getting sick? And I said, ‘I work at the hospital every week–I’m not afraid of you!’ And I didn’t get sick—for a whole week… (sigh….)

You can look at getting sick as, S*** Happens, which is a valid point of view. But, in my training as a Certified Intuitive Healer, I’ve worked with the energetics of illness.

Two bits of wisdom for you to consider in your own life, adapted from my old teacher at Stillpoint, Meredith Young-Sowers: (www.stillpoint.org)

The lungs are the place where we hold the greatest grief. And the gut is the place where we hold fear, including financial fear, when we are afraid to let go.

Where do you need to let go and be cleared? Grief in your lungs? Fear in your gut? Let go of worry, projecting negatively for the future? Nothing makes you stay in the day more than getting sick, facing that cabin fever in your mind, letting it go and letting healing clear out the pockets of the body where we hold onto the past.

So think of the bug as some retro Pac Man, or Ms Pac Man, a helpful little bug gobbling up the poison of the past, so we can let go and trust the present to carry us into the future, healed, and ready for a brand new day…whatever it brings…

Y’know, you learn a lot about people when they’re sick.

What’s your sick-style?

Do you let other people tend to you in love, or make them stay away? And do you tend to the people you love, even tho you may get sick yourself?

Just a thought- you can’t believe how close you feel to someone who lets you in, even tho they’re sick. It builds a special bond.

The good news is, even if you get sick, we’re all in this, detoxing together!

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Think of the world as a great big mirror; we hold it up to each other, and the energy of our thoughts play out across the mirror, or sometimes, the ocean. And today in the waves, how’s this for funny? Just as many of us are feeling this post-9/11 ‘revelation’ this year, that in life, really,

It’s about being happy….

Comes word from across the Atlantic, French President Nicolas Sarkozy is asking world leaders to join a ‘revolution’

SARKOZY WANTS HAPPINESS USED AS ECONOMIC INDICATOR-AP, Paris.

Wow, what?!?! Use happiness, leisure time, freedom from prison, freedom from debt, along with productivity, hours worked, wealth created?

Some ideas are divinely seeded…all we have to do is clear the channel, get out of the way, and have the courage to speak, no matter how crazy it sounds. But don’t you just love the French, for having both the courage and the whimsy to say it, knowing exactly how the grey-suit economists would respond? And this report comes from two Nobel economists!

Delivered beneath one of the world’s most beautiful pastoral paintings at the Sorbonne:

“A great revolution is waiting for us.”

(And don’t the French know about fomenting revolutions, theirs and ours?)

“For years, people said that finance was a formidable creator of wealth, only to discover one day that it accumulated so many risks that the world almost plunged into chaos.”

(And for the people who want to castigate him for being a crazy dreamer, Sarkozy has a John Lennon-esque response: Imagine)

“The crisis doesn’t only make us free to imagine other models, another future, another world. It obliges us to do so,”

AP Business writer Emma Vandore points out that France, known for its leisurely meals, long vacations and labor protections could outshine much of the world on ‘happiness…’

Sarkozy will apparently try to persuade other world leaders to sign on at the G-20 Summit in Pittsburgh…

Now, I’m not saying this is good or bad, but just imagine–

if we had to try to compete with the French, on ways of being happy…

that would be a revolution, wouldn’t it?

We could all eat cake!

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Weekend at the beach! Awesome! What I really mean is, awe-inspiring—the 9/11 storm

totally re-worked the NJ shore at Point Pleasant, exposing the bottom that used to be a shallow shelf for body-surfing off-shore, and creating a wall of sand, like an ocean-view arena for spectators, like the cliffs of Cape Cod!

And Tim the cop, surveying the ocean from his red ATV on the beach says,

‘In another month, it’ll all be smoothed out.’

In these parts, summer lingers at least another week beyond Labor Day, and the memory of beautiful and haunting perfect sunny September weather…

So before the weekend, Jimmy the Trader was in the smoke shop, and looked at the headline on the newspaper.

He said to the guy who runs the place,

‘9/11 again? Somehow I didn’t realize.’

The guy replies,

‘9/11? 10/11! The world is coming to an end!’

Jimmy says, ‘What are you talking about?’

And the guy points to another headline on a tabloid-

‘ 10/11 The World Comes to an End!’ Or something like that.

An amusing thought occurs to me, which I think will make you happy too, as

Jimmy is telling the story.

Instead of a perfect sunny 2001 September day, 9/11 happened this year on the rainy grey Friday that re-arranged the beach,. Alot of folks who were here when the Towers fell were surprisingly set back again this year, like the pain broke thru all the years of healing. This break-thru sadness was a phenomenon I took note of, to let people know, to provide comfort, in case they felt unusually set back too. If you felt that way, you’re not alone.

But as I’ve learned thru experience, this is the way of healing—pain is simply the poison boiling up to be released.

And here’s the funny thought that occurs to me:

If the world comes to an end 10/11, then — there’s nothing to worry about!

Imagine that! All your problems—GONE! Poof! No more worries about the state of the economy or making a living, much less the Amex payment, no more worries about family or health or money, because it will all be done! Just like the beach at Point Pleasant, re-made in one day!

That leaves only the question:

Can I enjoy my time today?

Did you have a good summer? Doesn’t matter. Fall can be awesome. Time lost and time past doesn’t matter, we are here now, and healing happens in its own perfect time.

‘To everything a season turn turn turn…’

Sunday, I was going to cheap-out on myself, stay at home, ‘work work work’ to make up for lost time. But Eric, who looks for all the world like a surfer-dude in spite of being born and bred in NJ, says ‘Go to the beach! It may be one of the last nice days…’ So I went.

If I hadn’t gone, I never would have seen the wall of sand, the beach re-made, and been there by happenstance for the annual Offshore Boat Races! All of that noise, and all of that sound -(‘all those places I got found’, to quote Cold Play)

This morning, still glad I went, in spite of the anxious hustle of Monday morning. Somehow I’m not as anxious as Monday. I hear the crickets singing in that cool; dewy September way. Today is another day, and good things could happen today. No matter what President Obama brings, visiting Wall Street to mark Lehman Brothers meltdown a year ago today. Today is a new day.

Neil the Lawyer says, ‘What I came to this year is, I’m not guaranteed tomorrow.

I don’t control anything, but how I spend my time today. So I refuse to waste my time worrying anymore. I’ll take care of what I need to take care of and let it go. I don’t control what happens with it anyway. ’

Imagine all that worry time, freed up!

So today’s about taking care of business. And then, how will I spend my time, to enjoy today?

For me, what this year has come down to, is totally new -maybe it is for you too-

It’s about being happy.

The Daily Channel is dedicated to finding and creating that happiness here, now, today, together. We’re happy you’re here.

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