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A TRIP TO 'GROUND ZERO' AND A REMINDER OF PERPETUAL HELP

By Michael H. Brown

I took a trip to "ground zero" yesterday. I took the trip because I 
wanted
to get a spiritual fix on the event and because I wanted to say 
good-bye to
a close friend who is buried somewhere under the South Tower and 
because I
just wanted to see for myself that these structures I had grown up with 
--
that I had watched built in college, that I had used as a constant
directional beacon when I lived in Manhattan -- were really gone.

So I looked up at where the planes had hit, where the face of satan had
formed in smoke on September 11, where there had been that incredible
fireball that killed my friend, and saw only blue sky and the roll of
clouds.

All around, it was surreal. Except for construction rigs or emergency
vehicles, there was no traffic. There was an eerie silence. On the 
Chase
Bank at Broadway and Fulton were the many flyers of missing loved ones 
and
pictures of Jesus and a tabloid story about the Virgin at Lourdes. 
"It's
time for America to pray," was the heading on one flyer from Love Chain
Ministries and across the way and just up a block or two was the old 
church
you have read about, the chapel that somehow didn't collapse while 
buildings
all around shook and shattered or turned into blackened skeletal 
remnants.

In the background was the lilt from a street violinist playing "America 
the
Beautiful." It was like a funeral dirge. It was a dirge. I was there to 
say
good-bye to my old friend Dan Smith -- I needed closure on that -- and 
I
needed to see what had transpired in what I know was a warning from 
God.
"The world is shaking," said another poster, and this is exactly the
verbiage Maria Esperanza (the seer from Venezuela) had used when months 
ago
she prophesied an event that would "shake the world."

It is one of a number of events that will occur  as we move from a 
period of
warning to a period of purification. We'll discuss that in coming days.

Near City Hall, at the Church of St. Andrew, I went to Mass for the 
victims
and for Danny and for a city that better learn that this was more than 
just
the act of a terrorist, for a country that better realize this. In the
church, a beautiful building appointed in wood, was a precious statue 
of Our
Lady of Fatima near a larger one of Jesus as the Sacred Heart reaching 
out.

There were about fifty people at Mass and afterward there was a healing
service and in front of City Hall on the way out I happened to spot a
pamphlet blowing in a gust of litter.

It had the Madonna and Child.

When I picked it up I saw that it was from the Perpetual Help Center in 
The
Bronx.

There on the street. In the litter. Even there. Calling out.

Down a few blocks, the smoke still rising, the water still being poured 
on
the smoldering rubble -- and on the graves of 5,000 -- the cranes 
moving
debris that in one case formed an incredible cross.

They'll pick up the pieces. This is a massive city. It will build where
there is now rubble. But if it shows defiance -- if it goes back to 
what it
was, if it embraces its old way of disdain for all that is spiritual 
(and
this goes too for the country) -- then what happened on September 11 
will be
looked back at one day as only the opening shot.



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