I have done Intuitive readings for 20 years now. I did readings for myself, family, and friends for decades longer than that. I have a very long list of accurate pre-knowledge gained from those reading.
Beyond those readings, I have had innumerable psychic experiences, which continue to occur regularly. These are the times when ‘knowing’ comes to me spontaneously.
In most cases, when I “am told” of something coming, it happens within days or weeks. However, in a few cases I received information up to TWO years in advance…and in one such case, the details were very specific, very clear, and turned out to be 100% accurate. (It was not about me, but someone who was significant to me at the time, and I knew all of the details of what was still 2 years in the future from then.)
As far as I can remember, there is only one…single…time when I was spontaneously ‘hit’ with a premonition that was neither directly about me nor anyone close to me. That ‘hit’ happened on Saturday, September 8, 2001.
The premonition was not specific. I absolutely knew the subject (The World Trade Center), but I did NOT know what was about to happen to them. It was not foreboding. It was not scary. Yet, it was the strongest commanding of my attention that I have ever experienced from the ‘non-physical’. I nearly felt the pulling of my attention as clearly as if someone grabbed me by the shoulders, flipped me around, and yelled at me to “look” while pointing south. When I asked those towers, which I was looking at, in person, from midtown Manhattan, I did not receive anything other than “LOOK AT US”. To this day, it felt like it was the buildings themselves that were commanding my attention.
I later interpreted the message as this: “Take a good long look at us, because you’ll never see us again after this.” It is akin to the last time a family member holds your hand and squeezes it before passing on from the earth plane.
By the way, that premonition came in two phases. The first part was when I first saw the towers that day. I was on a train traveling from Washington DC to Penn Station, the first and last time I ever made that trip.
Every September since then, I evaluate where we are now relative to the truth. And every year, I still see people passionately defending the lies as if they are being paid to do so.
I am sure people ask why I continue to put my neck out—why I subject myself to the backlash. I ask myself that too. Why does this one subject impel me so strongly? Why does people believing the lies hurt me more in this case than any other?
I cannot answer that question. But just this year, I got closer than ever before. It is only this year, the 25th anniversary, that I was shown something I missed.
This is the ONE case when the Universe chose to give me advance information on a subject that had nothing to do with me or anyone around me. I was in NYC that weekend, but was back home by the 11th. I knew MANY people who were near to the event, but not in those buildings, at least not to my current awareness. And I was not given enough information to do anything with the experience other than what I was told: LOOK!
If the Universe chose to give me advance information on this ONE AND ONLY public event, there MUST have been a reason. Am I satisfying that reason? Doesn’t feel like it to me. But maybe, just maybe…
A Fool's Inclination 