Remembrance 7.7Simon Ralph
Last week was the memorial of the 7/7 terror bombings in London 2005. It’s been 10 years since the awfully day. It was the day after London won its bid to host the 2012 Olympic Games; such a contrast of joy and pain.
Do you remember where you were 10 years ago? Do you remember what you were doing then?
I remember I was working in Oxford that morning of 7th July 2005.
Normally, at that time, I would have been working in Central London, and often around 8.49am, which was the time of the blasts, I would be very close to Tavistock Square, one of the locations of the explosions.
Why was I not there?
Why was I fifty miles away on that dreadful morning?
Fate, some may say.
The television in the building where I was working was showing the scenes, live, with emergency services, media, commuters and locals telling their stories, as blue lights flashed and security tape cordoned off streets and tube stations.
There were pictures showing thousands of people in the streets. Everyone was on their way to work, no one wanting to use any form of public transport. Everyone just walking. It was very eerie.
The mobile phone system went down.
Maybe this was done on purpose to interfere with the communication of the plotters? But it caused absolute chaos for the innocent ones caught up in the incident, as well as the friends and families of everyone in Central London who were trying to contact their loved ones to check if they were ok.
There was an atmosphere of fear everywhere.
Just from watching the news reports, I understood that there was a great deal of confusion and distress, not to mention the pain and anguish suffered by the victims of the attack. How must it have been to have actually been there?
On the other side of the coin, there were stories of great courage and fearlessness of those involved, from the fire services, to ambulance and police men and women, the transport staff and Joe Public. The event brought a lot of people together, as well as breaking many apart.
A friend of mine who lost his son in the attack was in London for the memorial service. He is very philosophical about what happened on 7/7, as am I. While he feels that remembering the ones who were lost, and those who were injured is very important, it is equally important not to dwell on the event. We can’t change what happened, but we can learn from it, and move on. We become stronger and more resilient in this way.
During the minute of silence that was observed across the UK on 7/7/15, at 11.30am, it struck me that remembering good is far more beneficial than remembering past negative events. I realised that as we focus on remembering the light, all darkness is dispelled. And the greatest and most supreme light is that of God, the One who is only radiating peace, love, power and positivity.
As we stay in this Remembrance, we become like that One, and transform the darkness around the world by resonating, and transmitting His light.
The darkness on the Earth today, is not the fault of the Light, but the forgetting of the Light by the people.
So now let’s stay in the Remembrance of the Light, and bring light into the darkness of today.