A 'Seer and a Believer' who shares her own personal experiences and insight into the mystical realm.
Most of us can remember where we were on September 11th, 2001. Likewise, I knew where I had been three months before when visiting family in Queens on a layover while traveling to Italy. I had taken my son on an all-day excursion into Manhattan to let him experience the sights and sounds of a big city. We started the day, bright and early. From the Whitestone hub, we bustled on through the subway system, making stops here and there along the way.
A Spiritual Awakening
At this one-stop, an African American woman was standing outside the gangway, yelling and screaming at the top of her voice. She wasn’t in trouble, nor was she seeking help, but preaching a spiritual message to the masses traveling to the city. I’ve experienced this type of teaching before when I was a kid since my mother ushered us into a few small-town Pentecostal churches where preachers would run up and down aisles, and the congregation raised their hands and spoke in spiritual tongues. At first, many people on the subway were laughing at this woman because they thought she was crazy, but knowing about this type of prophetic religious movement I listened because I recognized something powerful.
The woman preaching on the subway told those standing by to listen, and to look well, for God is speaking to us and forewarning us of impending doom. She called to the mothers to grab hold of their children, and husbands to cling to their wives for the time of God was near, and many shall perish. As she moved into the car, marching up and down the aisles and I felt the spiritual power move through the entire cabin. She stood right behind me, laid her hands on an individual next to me, and started praying. Again, she called to everyone, cast your sins aside and get right with God, for the day of reckoning is at hand. As she walked one last time through the car, I realized not a soul laughed. Instead, there were many with their heads down or those who stared the other way. Perhaps they sensed the same power, but they couldn’t understand what was happening. As fast as she got into the car, she got off and went on marching through the subway with her bible in her hand and our subway car rambled away, and people from every walk of life went back to what they were doing, most everyone except for me. I sat there pondering the next ten minutes trying to understand what she’d been trying to say. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand what type of impending doom she was trying to communicate, and as we drew near to the city, I became excited and forgot the preaching woman in the subway.
Visiting the Towers
Our first stop was Battery Park, and then we walked a few blocks into the financial district until we headed straight for the Twin Towers, which had always fascinated me. The idea was to take my son to the top of the tower so he could get an incredible view of the entire city. When we arrived, the lines were very long. Instead, we went to the other tower to visit the bottom floor mall and purchase film for my camera. On the way, we stopped to chat with an old black gentleman, a building security attendant who worked just outside the mall. He was a kind man who smiled and seemed like he enjoyed his job, and hence to this day I often wonder if he ever made it out of the towers alive.
Soon after we made our way into the tower mall, I felt this strange wave of oppression. From the pit of my stomach came this feeling, and it traveled to my heart, and I felt a tremendous burden, and one that I’d never felt so powerful before.
I knew I was picking up on something the spirits were whizzing around, and they were whispering to any psychic heart that would listen. This is what they do right before any kind of disaster. I knew this because, in my late teens, I’d had this same feeling when someone I knew had died. I listened to my psychic nature, and I became restless as I went into a drugstore and purchased the film. The burden in my heart hurt, it hurt so bad that I felt like crying, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to breathe. I remember my son asking me what was wrong with me. For some people, there is spiritual knowledge in the air and all you have to do is listen, be in tune and reach out and grab it. I replied to my son, telling him that the building was going to fall, and we needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
I remember the way my son looked at me as is I was joking. About that time, I got so lightheaded from the dizziness of the oppression that I had to sit down on a step just outside the mall. My son answered to me, “Mom, this building will not fall.” and I replied, “Yes, it is, and many people are going to die.” We departed and back into the subway and far away until we reached the Central Park. Again, the day was still young, and there was so much to see I forgot about my insight.
Day of Reckoning
A few months later, while in Italy, my husband called, telling me to rush over to the community center at the military post and meet up with other Americans who gathered to watch the main lobby television. I asked him why and he told me something terrible has happened, and he was on alert.
Alarmed, I walked as fast as I could to Caserma Ederle's military post and went to the community center. There must have been at least a hundred people milling around, watching the news. The only sound I heard was the chaos coming from the television. All around me - I saw the soldiers - I saw their faces, the outrage, the horror on the wives’ faces, the tears of desperation.
At that moment, it all came back to me. The preacher in the subway, the burden in my soul as I walked the halls of the twin towers mall, and the night before when I recognized the airplane in flight. Little premonitions that I knew but did not heed ... I often wonder if I had remained strong like that preacher to roam the streets seeking anyone that would listen. Would it have changed things?
Later, my son talked to me. He said, “Mom, do you remember that day when we went to New York City, and you said the building was going to fall?” I replied in silent, more than you will ever know.
A Personal Reflection
Years later I continue to wonder, why me? This insignificant little soul who could not have done a thing to help prevent such a terrible and horrific event from occurring that forever changed the course of history. Once more, I wondered to myself, had I been more aware of my gift and trusted my gut instincts, could I have somehow changed events if I had only spoken up to authorities? Another perplexing thought - would they have treated me as if I were crazy in doing so?
I’ve concluded - most likely so.
I’ve rehashed these scenarios inside my mind at least a hundred times - to this day I still don’t have any solid answers.
It’s comforting to know that after spending hours researching extrasensory perception that I’m not the only person who had experienced psychic premonitions about that fateful day. I came across and purchased a wonderful book titled Premonitions of September 11th by author, John Marquardt. I suggest this great read because it shares many personal stories from those who received precognitions yet continued with life not knowing what they have seen or felt before and leading up to Twin Tower’s demise.
The only thing I know is that my third eye is more aware than ever before - should I experience another catastrophic premonition again - God forbid.
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