9/11 in Paradise
I was veggin' last night about 11:00 PM when I came across an interesting documentary on the September 11th surprise attack. I knew better then to watch this intense of a subject just prior to bedtime, but I watched anyway. When I went to bed a few hours later it was not surprising that I had restless sleep and disturbing dreams. September 11th always brings back my own experiences with that day in 2001.
Long before Sleep CD's I had a life. Long before alcohol dependent sleep disorder, lawsuits, my girlfriend's leukemia, eventual financial ruin, and quasi-homelessness I made a living that afforded small luxuries such as vacations. In September of 2001 my then girlfriend and I jetted off to a much needed break on the island of Maui. This would end up being a healthy vacation for me as I shed 15 pounds in 10 days by eating well and walking... and walking... and walking. We had rented a condo in Kihie, a kind of middle class vacation spot in paradise, just a hundred yards from the beach. From our lanai I could just see Maalea Bay. Not being a rich man, and on very short notice, that was the best I could do. One lazy afternoon I sat on that lanai and watched the airliners lumber into and out of paradise via the Kahalui airport just to the north of us. There was the scent of flowers in the air and a Don HO recording wafted in and out of earshot. Distant laughter was heard and someone's not-so-distant barbeque pumped out sweet smells like an Apache sending happy smoke signals. All was right with the world.
I was tired, with all the walking and more walking, and found myself barely able to keep my eyes open. Suddenly I saw it. It was an airliner that had veered off course. It was heading right towards our condo. I jumped up and tried to find my girlfriend but could not. Turning back around I could see the nose of the giant aircraft bearing down on me. I jerked opened my eyes while simultaneously jumping to my feet. There was Don HO again... and smell barbeque pork. All was right with the world. It was just a daydream. I had been in the Theta brainwave state... not asleep but certainly not awake, either.
That was September 9th, 2001... and it is absolutely true.
Two days later I sat transfixed, like many Americans, and watched the whole event unfold live on television. We had been up late that night preparing for our journey home and caught the very beginnings of the carnage. It was 8:46 AM New York time... 1:46 AM Hawaiian time. We did not sleep all night.
It is interesting to note that I had been in the World Trade Center almost three years earlier... to the day. Another story for another time. Obviously we did not fly back to LA the next afternoon... or the next. Our vacation was artificially extended for four days and I quickly found out that the 'Aloha Spirit' only goes so far as our condo rental agency tried to financially stick it to us on the unexpected layover. We eventually found a nice little hotel that had actually slashed their prices to accommodate the travelers in limbo. So, in retrospect, I guess the mythical Aloha Spirit was alive and well in some people. I was convinced by my daydream that a door to an ocean of cosmic consciousness exists somewhere in the Theta (daydream) brainwave state. Events, both previous and future, splash into this vast sea and send concentric waves of energy propagating through time and into countless minds like a pebble tossed into a pond. Interpreting these natural signals is the work of the enlightened.
Maybe someday I will count myself amongst the spiritually enlightened but for now I just make sleep CD's.