Just to put this story in context, for anyone who isn’t familiar with whatever it is that I am, I functioned professionally in this world from about 1996 until about 2010 as a shamanic healer. I have a background that allowed me to develop, at a very young age, and openness to realms of existence and levels of energy that don’t seem to be immediately available to most people. What follows is a vivid example of the kinds of things that have happened to me off and on throughout my life. This one happens to be pertinent to this date, September 11.
On the night of September 10, 2001, I lay in bed, alone and very restless. My mind was running amok, pin-balling from one topic to another. I determined that it might assist me to use one of the many vibrational essences that I kept in stock, usually for using in treatments with my clients. I went to my workroom, stood in front of a broad selection of essences that I kept, and found that I was drawn to a particular one which had some resonance with what is referred to in healing circles as “Christ energy.”
I put a couple drops in one hand and briskly rubbed my palms together. As the essence warmed, the gentle scent filled the air around me and I waved my hands, close to my body, as if to distribute the energies within my own energy field. I felt a little more centered after this exercise and returned to bed. I lay down and closed my eyes. To my great surprise, I “saw” the United States as if from above, covered with thousands and thousands of tiny lights, not unlike stars. It was exquisite, but certainly unusual. I then fell asleep almost immediately.
The following morning, I was on the telephone with the client who, apparently had a television on in the background. The next thing I knew she was telling me that she had to go and that I did too; that I had to go turn on the television and see what was happening. I went upstairs where my husband was lying in bed, watching television. All I saw at that moment, on the television, filling up the screen, was a man’s face that I didn’t recognize, in profile. The man was saying things that weren’t registering with me and I didn’t know who he was, so I turned to my husband and said, “who is that man?”
“That’s your president,” he said.
“No!” I responded, in disbelief. I didn’t pay too much attention to politics in those days; enough to know who I’d want to vote for, and then I’d opt back out.
“No… I repeated… it can’t be. That’s not a presidential person.”
My husband assured me that that it was. He then went on to explain what seemed to have occurred.
Without a moment’s pause following his explanation I said, in a mildly panicked tone, “There’s going to be three more.”
“What?” he responded.
“Three more,” I repeated. “Three more things are going to happen. More people are going to die.”
The day before, he and I had been to Sandy Hook beach in upper New Jersey, just outside of New York City. As we were walking down the narrow boardwalk to the beach I glanced over to the city. What I saw took me aback… two tall buildings that seemed literally to be glowing… at least to my eyes. We’d been going to that beach and walking down that path for years and I would have been willing to swear that I’d never seen those buildings before… perhaps they just hadn’t been glowing? At any rate, my husband had responded, “Those are the Twin Towers.”
“Have they always been there?” I asked.
“Since we’ve been coming here at the very least,” he responded.
It wasn’t until I heard the reporter say the words, “The Twin Towers” that I realized what I had seen what I had seen. They had appeared as pure energy.
Many years have passed since then and it would be impossible not to be reminded of all that every year on the anniversary but it’s not been something I’ve dwelt on. In fact, since I don’t have to anymore, I rarely ever know what day of the week it is let alone the date.
Last night I was lying in bed awaiting sleep, when something moved me to extend my arms up towards the ceiling and as I did, I felt an almost physically palpable ball of energy forming between my hands. It was as if some thing or things were alive inside it. It had a dual energetic signature overtop the very physical sense that I got from it… it was the energy of the original inhabitants of this country and their intimate connection to the earth combined with a very Christ-like energy.
I held the energy until I got the impression that I should drop my hands towards the bed and, as I did, the ball of energy went through me and the bed and the floor and into the earth.
The bed shook and I thought we might be about to have an earthquake, but we didn’t. And with a sigh of relief, I fell immediately asleep.
I begin every morning with a lengthy yoga session. This morning, mid-session, as I was on my back going into a pose, I felt the energy that I had felt last night and it was as if I were in touch with hundreds and hundreds of fetuses. The ‘organic’ energy of the night’s experience seemed to have taken shape… many shapes… hundreds of shapes… and then I got it: they’re back. (LOL… my whole body got goosebumps as I typed that.) Those who lost their lives that day are returning, en masse, to change… something… I don’t know what but heaven knows there’s a lot that needs changing.
They are here to change the world… whatever that may imply.