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A Psychic Premonition of a Fateful Day: 9/11

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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. While visiting family in Queens on a layover while traveling to Italy, I had decided to take 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.

Vanity Fair by Guy Denning.  Exhibited at the 9/11 show Red Propeller, Kingsbridge.

Vanity Fair by Guy Denning. Exhibited at the 9/11 show Red Propeller, Kingsbridge.

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 instead 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. Many people on the subway were laughing at this woman because they thought she was crazy but knowing this type of prophetic religious movement I listened because I recognized something powerful.

The A Eighth Avenue Express is a rapid transit service of the New York City Subway runs from 207th Street in Inwood, Manhattan, to Mott Avenue in Far Rockaway, Queens.

The A Eighth Avenue Express is a rapid transit service of the New York City Subway runs from 207th Street in Inwood, Manhattan, to Mott Avenue in Far Rockaway, Queens.

The Prophecy

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. 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 quietly stared the other way. Perhaps they sensed the same power, but they couldn't understand what was happening. As quickly 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 eventually as we drew near to the city, I became excited and forgot the preaching woman in the subway.

A view of the skyline of Lower Manhattan while en route to where my family first immigrated to the United States at Ferris Island, New York City. Image taken on a foggy morning in New York City.

A view of the skyline of Lower Manhattan while en route to where my family first immigrated to the United States at Ferris Island, New York City. Image taken on a foggy morning in New York City.

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. Unfortunately, the lines were very long, and there was so much to do and see that we decided to go into the other tower to the bottom floor mall and purchase some more film for my camera. We stopped to talk to 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 really enjoyed his job and hence to this day I often wonder if he ever made it out of the towers alive.

As soon as we made our way into the tower mall, I immediately 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 huge burden, and one that I'd never felt so powerful before.

The Premonition

I knew I was picking up on something the spirits were whizzing around, and they were whispering frantically 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 increasingly 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 is not going to fall." and I replied, "Yes, it is, and many people are going to die.” We quickly 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 that eventually, I forgot about my insight.

The northeast face of Two World Trade Center (south tower) after being struck by plane in the south face.

The northeast face of Two World Trade Center (south tower) after being struck by plane in the south face.

Day of Reckoning

A few months later while in Italy, my husband called me at about 4 p.m. He told me to rush over to the community center on the military post and watch the main lobby television. I asked him why and he said me something terrible has happened, and he was on alert. Alarmed, I got on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could to Caserma Ederle 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 been brave enough, strong enough like that preacher to roam the streets seeking anyone that would listen, would it have made a difference?

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 silently replied, more than you will ever know.

A New York City fireman calls for 10 more rescue workers to make their way into the rubble of the World Trade Center

A New York City fireman calls for 10 more rescue workers to make their way into the rubble of the World Trade Center

Ground Zero, NY, September 11, 2007 -- Ground Zero mourner reflects on the death of a loved one during 9-11 Memorial Service. Andrea Booher/FEMA

Ground Zero, NY, September 11, 2007 -- Ground Zero mourner reflects on the death of a loved one during 9-11 Memorial Service. Andrea Booher/FEMA

A Personal Reflection

Years later I continue to wonder, why me? This insignificant little soul who could not have possibly 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?

As always 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.

After spending hours researching extrasensory perception - it's comforting to know that I'm not the only person who had experienced psychic premonitions about that fateful day. There are many other personal stories from people like myself as described in the book Premonitions of September 11th about those who received precognitions yet continued with life not knowing what it was that they have seen or felt before and leading up to Twin Tower's demise and its massive loss of lives.

In the end, all that 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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