Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the first bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993. The North Tower was meant to bring down the South Tower, knocking down both towers and killing thousands. The plan failed but killed six and injured 1,042 people. A short eight years later both towers would be gone and an estimated 2, 977 people would never go home again.

I woke up sweating on the morning of September 11, 2001, after a night of horrible vivid nightmares. In my dreams, I was looking at the tallest buildings I’d ever seen. They were silver and the sun was hitting them from all angles and blinding me when I tried to look at them. I remember thinking that I couldn’t believe how enormous they were. All around them was wooden scaffolding, working its way up the four sides of each of the buildings. It didn’t look very sturdy and I was thinking to myself, “thankfully I’m not the one who has to climb up there and work on them”. All I can remember next is seeing people on the scaffolding. Not one or two, but many, suddenly leaping off to the street below. Just as I would see one jump and think, “Oh My God that person just jumped off the building” another would go from another side of the scaffolding. And another. And another. Just as my panic was getting totally out of control trying to figure out why and how I could stop this unexplainable horror, I woke up. I remember looking at the clock. It was 8:33 am. I made a tea and turned on the news, still reeling from my horrible dream. I waited to see what was going on in the world. One minute before the first plane crashed into the North Tower I sat on my couch and wasn’t at all prepared for what I was about to witness. A fiery crash followed by people, many people, jumping to their deaths. My dream was now a reality. Right there on the news-minute by minute. Watching my dream play out a second time in reality was more than my heart could bare. I cried for three days straight. The weird part is, people all over the world had prophetic experiences too. I certainly wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I was given that information before it happened, or what I could possibly have done to prevent it, all I know is that it was one of the most powerful experiences I’ve ever felt. To all those who were killed, to all those who suffered, to all those who fought for weeks in toxic rubble to hunt for survivors, to all those who lost their loved ones, to all those who never got answers, to all those who risked their lives to save others, to all those now fighting cancers, to all those that survived only because they slept through their alarms that morning, my heart is with you, before it happened, as it happened, after it happened, and forever. Image


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