This is my memory as a woman and a psychic of the “The Day the
Earth Stood still.” September 11, 2001.
Three months before this date I had dreams of horrific content.
Some would be so detailed I would wake sweating and feeling the pain of others.
Other dreams had been more symbolic like two tornadoes hitting a new city and
destroying everyone in their path. I remember talking to my friend Claudia who
I was living with at the time. Claudia had written down my dreams and dates
them. One dream I remember was so horrifying I could smell the fear around me.
In this dream there were three people arguing. They seemed very cartoon like
and they were not involved with others in the room. These people finally got so
angry at each other that two got up had a knife and stabbed the third. The
people around them were standing in lines as they were getting food. Suddenly
all of them became fearful, in the glass building piercing their bodies. In
this dream they were screaming for help. I always wonder as a psychic why I
would have such vivid dreams if I can’t help.
On September 11, 2001 America, as well as the world suffered an
impact like we had never seen before. I lived in a little town in New Jersey at
the time, Somerville. It was about thirty miles from the Newark airport. The
planes that hit the twin towers may have flown above me before becoming a bomb.
That morning started off normal just like every other day. We
first got a call from Claudia’s daughter expressing her fears about her
boyfriend not calling her back after the appointment he had in New York.
Claudia reassured her that everything would be fine. This was before the first
plane had hit. Around 9:30 AM we first got a call from a friend of ours who
told us about the twin towers. We did not own a TV just a radio. At this time
we both felt sick. Claudia called her daughter asking if she had heard from her
boyfriend. Fortunately she had found out that traffic was backed up and he was
unable to attend this meeting. Other friends were not so lucky.
That day between 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM the radio gave us details
about what was going on. In some ways I feel like we were lucky because seeing
it and feeling it would have been too overwhelming for us. We were asked to not
use the telephones services. My family who lived California got a hold of me
that day finding out that I was okay. All that day I felt a million screaming
souls who felt lost as some went into the light; I feel as a psychic that some
souls were torn out of their bodies so fast that they did not know where to go.
I felt a great divine presence that seemed to be around the souls that needed
guidance. Around 3:00 PM I felt a rush of tears all around me as if I was right
there by the twin towers. In fact, I got so sick I had to go into our restroom
and put a cold cloth on my neck. The day went on slowly as we got graphic news
from the radio. The other information we received was from friends who called
us in concern of our health.
Slowly the day turned into evening as if we were in a movie about
World War II. We were asked not to turn on the lights and keep inside that
evening. The Eerie feeling was still around us, getting information about
friends and family who worked in or around the ill fated buildings. It was
difficult because phone service was down or busy that day. The people caught in
New York weren’t able to make a simple call. Most of the lines were down. For
example, we had a friend’s father who worked in the twin towers. He had just
lost his mother the previous month and was terrified that his whole family was
gone. Thoughts of death were running through his mind. He finally got a call
from his father at 6PM that evening. This was his 30th birthday, a wonderful
present to hear, yet even after hearing from his father this young man was
still fearing of losing the rest of his family. That day was a nightmare he
would not easily forget. Many people had also lost others in and around the Pentagon.
A friend who had contracts with the government said he lost over a thousand
friends both in New York and DC.
Ten years ago a man who used others to
do his bidding, in the name of GOD, killed the hearts and souls of many. The
day after was also like a scene from a horror movie. People weren’t walking
around town. We tried to feel normal yet it was hard. There was a man who was
white, clean cut, out on the streets yelling ‘…they killed Jews,
African-Americans, and all those other people.’ Who would’ve guessed that it
was not the rants of a Muslim yet coming from a white supremacist? It was a nerve-racking
day. We all shared our stories of who had passed and who we heard from.
Everyone in our small town seemed to have lost so many. Our next-door neighbor from
South Africa had lost her husband.
Most will remember, all over the world,
where they were on September 11, 2001. No one felt safe. We can still go into
New York and see the battle scars. We as a nation won’t forget. New York can
still feel some souls wandering around trying to find their way because they
were they were yanked out of their bodies so quickly. Other people had visions,
dreams, and feelings of dread. Don’t discount these intuitive accounts. Maybe
we can somehow change events or help soul’s crossing over into the light. I’ve
learned to write down the vivid thoughts, visions, and dreams; not to take my
dreams for granted. As thoughts come rushing into my mind, we can use these
psychic dreams to remember what happened and in the future we can possibly
change these events.
Where were you on this day September 11, 2001? Did you have dreams about it?
Do you think we can change historical events as psychics/people by speaking up
and talking about our shared vivid thoughts, visions, and dreams?
This blog is dedicated to all families who were touched by this day.