Gift of Prophecy. The idea might invoke fanciful notions of soothsayers foretelling of good fortune and abundance. Perhaps biblical images of old men with long white beards dressed in robes scribbling their visions on scrolls. Or shaman going into trance, speaking with the the Great Spirit. Maybe Nostradamus…who would lead us into the category of “Prophets of Doom”. But in my case, it was more like Cassandra.

It was 7 September 2001, a Friday night, and I was driving from Pittsburgh, PA. to Hagerstown, MD. to visit my girlfriend. The trip was uneventful until about the half way point between Breezewood, PA and Hancock, MD. Suddenly I felt a shift in my being, which I construed to be the onset of a cold or fever. This feeling I carried until I got into bed an hour later.

While sleeping alongside my girlfriend, I had a succession of six horrific nightmares. Each set of images was a continuation on the same story-line theme until the end. In the first dream the setting was a fearsome dark, then there was an explosion. Then there were people, with expressions of panic and fear, running away from the destruction of crumbling buildings, with billowing smoke and dust chasing them toward me. Everything was dark, with browns and crimsons bursting everywhere. The deep pain and sadness was overwhelming. By the end of the third dream I awoke pleading, “It’s horrible. Please, I want it to stop!” She was fast asleep, and in the morning claimed to not remember my plea. When I fell back to sleep, the pain and suffering continued until morning.

As I awoke, my body felt like it had been dragged behind a bus on a chain for miles. My girlfriend had no idea what to make of it, thinking perhaps it was the flu. It was a challenge for me to even stand up straight, as it felt like I was suffering from a concussion.

In the very beginning of the first dream, I did not recognize the impact of an airplane into the World Trade Center, only an explosion, as the scene was just too dark to see much detail. But beyond any doubt, the images of the people running from the falling buildings and billowing smoke and dust were similar to what had been recorded on video by various sources. In fact, seeing the images of the people fleeing the scene was how I made the connection to my dreams. Based on my knowledge of Manhattan, I would guess that my initial vantage point was just north, or uptown, from of the Towers.

How could I have not only seen, but in a very real way, actually LIVED through the events of 9/11/2001 several days before they took place? My belief is that the deep significance of the event is what allowed me to experience it in the way I did. The terrorists finalized their decision to move forward, and the road was then paved. The intention behind the idea was so powerful that once they were made material, the pre-impact of the force rippled forward.

But then the question of why me? For me personally it is a great honor to be of those who would be foretold of such a monumental event in history of the world. This suggests a level of attunement with the dimension of spirit, that my soul was in consonance with that frequency. For the record, this level of attunement is the direct result of a lifelong spiritual quest to which I have devoted great focus and energy.

So why did I not warn the world of the impending doom? Throughout the following day I was deeply troubled by the dreams, but there was just no available context. Several times I tried to explain the images to my girlfriend, but how could she understand? How would anyone have understood at the time? Never before had I foretold of a major world event, so I had little reason to suspect that what I had experienced would actually come to pass.

Perhaps a year or so after 9/11, I was listening to the radio show “Coast to Coast AM with George Noory”. The guest that night was the director of the Global Consciousness Project. Affiliated with Princeton University, the GCP was monitoring the pulse of the world collective consciousness by means of Random Number Generators, spread across the globe. On the topic of 9/11, the guest described a spike in the data at roughly the moment that Mohammed Atta made the final decision to go forward with the plan. According to news and intelligence sources, that decision was made sometime during the late evening of September 7th, correlating squarely with when I felt the shift.

For the next few years, I found myself suffering from a form of Post Traumatic Stress as a result. Curiously, my remorse was not directed toward the events in Manhattan, but rather for the fate of flight United 93, which crashed outside of Shanksville, PA. Anytime I would think of how the passengers on that plane found their mortal end, I would have to fight back tears. Not until I visited the crash site memorial was I able to overcome my grief…through a soul cleansing cathartic release.

Let’s roll.