Category: dream

Would-be-Heyokah

 

Perhaps the most thrilling aspect of experiencing a spiritual Quickening, is how synchronicities start coming fast and furious. Dots suddenly connect, long-ago events come full circle, and deeper meaning reveals itself.

The Universe never gives one more than what one can handle.

First find thyself.

Edgar Cayce Reading 3054-4

Recently I revealed myself as a Rainbringer to somebody who was, not only present for, but smack dab in the middle of one of my rain manifestations.

This person later said that their only reference to such an ability came from the story of Black Elk. Knowing next to nothing about the reference, I began doing the necessary research.

Barely an hour later, I had bought the Kindle version of one of the most important books on American Indian spiritual tradition, Black Elk Speaks.

 

Heȟáka Sápa, or Black Elk, was a great Heyoka and Wičháša Wakȟáŋ, a Thunder Dreamer and Medicine Man, of the Oglala Lakota. He lived from 1863 to 1950, thus born early enough to live free in the last seasons of the old way, and to have been a participant in such historical events as The Battle of the Little Bighorn, the Ghost Dance, and the subsequent martyrdom at Wounded Knee.

From an early age, Black Elk heard voices talking to him from the sky, but he feared them, and tried to ignore them. At the age of nine years old, he fell deathly ill, spending nearly two weeks in coma. It was during this state that he had his first encounter with the Wakinyan, the Thunder Beings.

After recovering from the illness, his parents and tribe knew that he had changed, but for eight years Black Elk kept his vision a secret. Eventually the pressure from the Spirit World became too great for him to hold off any longer, and he finally told his tale to an elder medicine man. After a sacred ceremony, he was ready to embrace his role as a Heyoka.

 

So, what is a Heyoka?

The following is Black Elk’s own description:

Only those who have had visions of the thunder beings of the west can act as heyokas. They have sacred power and they share some of this with all the people, but they do it through funny actions. When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the West, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greener and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain. The world, you see, is happier after the terror of the storm.

 

Wambli Sina Win, a fierce advocate for Native American Indian peoples and traditions, adds stories of worthy Heyokas to the historical record:

As I honor the memory of some of these Heyoka, Thunder Dreamers, I recall one such holy man, the grandfather of Eugene Eagle Elk (a recently departed medicine man), who walked above the earth.  It is said that he traveled great distances in short periods of time, arriving at his destination ahead of horseback riders and cars.  Eugene Eagle Elk, recalled seeing his Grandfather walking off into the distance and disappearing on foot while traveling unnatural speeds.   Other heroes with the vision from the West, were Pete Catches, Sr., who could handle hot coals with his bare hands and predict the future.  Can you imagine glowing hot stones in the midst of a sweat lodge, heated by spiritual power alone?  Chief Frank Fools Crow could do this.  Each of these men had their own unique spiritual gifts.  Not all had the calling to be healers and no two were exactly alike, although they shared the vision from the West, the Wakinyan (Thunder Beings).

I also remember two holy men in their last years who had problems with their earthly eyesight.  One was the Sicangu, Frank Arrow Sight and the other, the Oglala, George Plenty Wolf.  Even though both were considered blind, they could see far into the hidden past of a man’s soul spiritually and mysteriously in order to heal his physical and psychological problems.

In my own experience, I feel as if I have only scratched the surface of the abilities of which these holy men were masters.

Admittedly, there is a critical aspect involved here which I envy just a little. These great Heyokas had equally great mentors, and were cultivated in a cultural setting which reveres such men. As a perpetual autodidact, this path I have forged has been mostly of my own design, with trial and error application of concepts found, for the most part, only in print.

 

The following quoted information about the Heyoka was selectively scraped out of this Wikipedia entry:

The Heyókȟa is thought of as being backwards-forwards, upside-down, or contrary in nature. This manifests by their doing things backwards or unconventionally — riding a horse backwards, wearing clothes inside-out, or speaking in a backwards language … His satire presents important questions by fooling around. They ask difficult questions, and say things others are too afraid to say … Heyókȟa have the power to heal emotional pain; such power comes from the experience of shame — they sing of shameful events in their lives … Heyókȟa is also a spirit of thunder and lightning. He is said to use the wind as sticks to beat the drum of thunder. His emotions are portrayed opposite the norm; he laughs when he is sad and cries when he is happy

These descriptions bear such a strong resemblance to my own character and abilities. It is no surprise that this all began about the time I experienced the first few Spirit Walks into the stratosphere.

 

So who are these Wakinyan-Thunder Beings?

Wakinyan, Thunderbeings – The creators of all grass, living in the west the Thunderbirds are winged bird-like creatures and patrons of cleanliness. They are known to have the voice of thunder and the glance of lightning. They are the enforcers of divine law. They offer protection to humans from Waziya. The Thunderbeings are eternally at war with the Unktehi, the monstrous forces of evil. Thunderbirds rule the heyoka.

 

The fact that I read Black Elk Speaks mere days after reading the three Books of Enoch is significant. What became clear very quickly were the unmistakable similarities between stories in how the Wakinyan and Angels serve and protect humans from the Unktehi and Watchers.

As told in the First Book of Enoch, the Watchers were sent to Earth to aid in the protection of humans. Eventually, these Watchers were convinced by their leader Semjaza (Satan) to give in to lust and mate with human women. The resulting offspring are known to history as the Nephilim. The Watchers also taught humans the arts of war, cosmetics, esoterica, and astrology.

The Second Book of Enoch describes the seven heavens, and the Third Book of Enoch tells of the un-fallen Watchers.

The following excerpt comes from the Third Book of Enoch, Ch. XIV, paragraph 4:

These are the names of the rulers of the world:

Gabriel, the angel of the fire, Baradiel, the angel of the hail, Ruchiel who is appointed over the wind, Baraqiel who is appointed over the lightnings, Za’amiel who is appointed over the vehemence, Ziqiel who is appointed over the sparks, Zi’iel who is appointed over the commotion, Za’aphiel who is appointed over the storm-wind, Ra’amiel who is appointed over the thunders, Ratashiel who is appointed over the earthquake, Shalgiel who is appointed over the snow, Matariel who is appointed over the rain, Shimshiel who is appointed over the day, Lailiel who is appointed over the night, Galgalliel who is appointed over the globe of the sun, ‘Ophanniel who is appointed over the globe of the moon, Kokbiel who is appointed over the planets, Rahatiel who is appointed over the constellations.

Please forgive me any American Indian Mythology purists who may be reading, but this sure looks like a comprehensive list of Thunder Beings!

 

This is perhaps a good point to remind the reader how I came to the Book(s) of Enoch, in the first place.

As I have described in detail here, ‘Baraqiel who is appointed over the lightnings’, visited me in a vision. This experience was a relatively short time ago, so I am still processing the relationship to moments which I have already shared in these pages, as well as many others which remain unwritten.

 

For example, with my history as a Rainbringer, I can confidently state that ‘Matariel who is appointed over the rain‘ has played a giant role in my life.

 

The enlightened reader would have noticed the first name on the list of the Rulers of the World: the Archangel Gabriel.

Typically in western tradition, he is known as a messenger, or announcing herald. In the Bible, it was Gabriel who informed Mary and Joseph of their roles in the coming birth of the Messiah. He also appeared separately to Daniel and Zechariah.

In the First Book of Enoch there are several references to him: “Gabriel, one of the holy angels, who is over Paradise and the serpents and the Cherubim.” (1 Enoch 20:7); “and the third, who is set over all the powers, is Gabriel” (Enoch 40:9)

So when first reading ‘Gabriel, the angel of the fire‘, I tried to reconcile this with the traditional understanding of his duties and domains.

But then I remembered the pilgrimage-tour around the Mayan lands, that my then-girlfriend-now-wife and I embarked on, in September-October of 2012. Upon our arrival to Antigua, Guatemala, the Volcán de Fuego awoke in dramatic fashion.

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See that eruption in the background?

For those that have not done the translation yet: Volcán de Fuego = Volcano of FIRE!

Then there is the video, shot moments before that photo, in which Alejandro, my Guatemalan friend, refers to me as “El Brujo from Mexico”:

 

To top this story off, my then-girlfriend-now-wife had a dream vision of an erupting volcano approximately three weeks beforehand!

*Point of clarification: While I am not from Mexico, I was living in the State of Veracruz in that time period. We did visit from Mexico, which makes his statement technically semi-accurate!

 

… gnothi seauton …

In keeping with the standard of the Heyoka being “backwards-forwards, upside-down, or contrary in nature“, there are a couple of pertinent examples from my life which stand out.

Black Elk first saw the Thunder Beings at the age of nine years old, and from there developed his wondrous abilities. Similarly, my spiritual path was set at nine years of age, albeit under vastly different circumstances. All of my abilities were learned and developed well before Barachiel – Angel of the Lightnings (Wakĥáŋgli Wakíŋyaŋ Oyate?) – came to me in that profound vision.

The town, which I am proud to claim as my childhood home, is Carlisle, Pennsylvania. The town is re-known for a variety of reasons, among which is as the location of the (in)famous Indian Industrial School. This was the flagship boarding school where thousands of American Indian children were attempted to be civilized into the ways of the American society. In spite of the role which the school played in terms of cultural genocide, the townspeople were always proud to have the students there, as they had wholly bought in to the progressive social engineering plan. This pride found its peak when the football team, led by the legendary Jim Thorpe, transformed the game of American football into what it is today. The school receives a mention in Black Elk Speaks, because his son, Benjamin Black Elk, spent some time at the school, and was thus able to act as translator between Black Elk and John Neihardt.

How fitting my own parallel, then, that I was sent away from Carlisle to an elitist boarding school, so as to be indoctrinated into bourgeois society. However, the most significant irony, was that during one of the several Spirit Walks which I experienced during the winter of ’87, the choice was made to follow a path which resembles what is known as the Red Road … the spiritual path.

 

… Nosce te Ipsum …

Twenty years ago I subjected myself to a past-life regression hypnosis. It was during my time as a student at the Cayce/Reilly School of Massotherapy. On a spontaneous whim, one of my housemates  brought home a how-to book on the subject from the venerable A.R.E. Library. Somehow I was granted the honor of being the first in line. With an audience of housemates and fellow classmates, I stretched out on the floor, opening myself to this new experience. Not only was this my first regression hypnosis, it was my housemate’s first attempt as a hypnotist!

While I don’t remember the imagery path, I do recall arriving to a room which had multiple doors to choose from. Then I was directed to open one and walk through. Suddenly I was standing on a high mount, overlooking a vast expanse of green rolling hills, and haze filled valleys. The most fascinating sensation was that I could feel the warm wind on my exposed body. Quickly I surmised that I was an American Indian. Due to the power I felt within that body, it was clear that I had been a Medicine Man of some sort. Looking to my left, I saw a wife and our two children. We were happy together. Satisfied with my experience, and not wanting to be selfish with the spotlight, I brought the session to a close.

The images and sensations from that experience have always remained with me. But it was not such a powerful vision that would have inspired me to stroll onto any reservation expecting to be recognized as one of them. And besides, I have no idea where the true setting of the vision was. Perhaps it was in the Appalachians, the Black Hills, the Ozarks, or maybe somewhere in the Rocky Mountains … I just don’t know, yet.

But the idea, that I would have lived such a lifetime, did make sense to me. By my mid-twenties, the quantity and quality of the extraordinary experiences which I had already amassed, had me asking such questions as, “How could it be possible?”, and “Why me?” This regression hypnosis provided me some welcome clarity.

 

… KNOW THYSELF!

Up to this point in my pilgrimage in search of God, or my sadhana, this one word in the Lakota language, which draws together such a variety of characteristics, best encapsulates that person who seems to be me.

Most everything that I have detailed here, in Making Manifest, has been an exercise in self-exploration. This is a pursuit which is mocked derisively by so many in this progressive Western culture wherein I chose to incarnate. The societal pressure to conform … to be university inculcated, accumulating debt, consuming stuff, going through the motions as a cog-in-the-machine … all of which is so taken for granted as how the world is, that the rejection of this materialist group-think is almost heretical.

 

This next quote heartens and inspires me. It validates, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the last thirty years of my life:

Man looketh on the outward appearance, and most of the ideas for the making for success are based upon either the answering to the lusts of the eye or to the lusts of the flesh. Yet the Lord’s judgment is upon they that seek after the spirit, who are indeed true, sincere seekers after Him. And from these He will withhold no good thing. Thus may the entity grow in grace, in knowledge, in understanding… Search and ye shall find, knock and it will be opened unto you. For the earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof.

Edgar Cayce Reading 2072-10

 

With all of the parallels to these aspects which define the Heyoka, this is truly the first time that I have found a term, a label, a single word, which encapsulates all of the experiences which nearest define me. But I am fully aware that it would be terribly self-serving, and a case of egregious cultural appropriation, to use this title without conferral through a traditional Lakota ceremony.

Were I of the Lakota, such a visit from one of the Wakinyan Oyate would have established my role and title for all to see.

Until that day I’m just a pilgrim in search of redemption.

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Shared Dreamscape

For the past year my wife has been experimenting with the practice of Lucid Dreaming. This is when a person becomes consciously aware in the middle of a sleeping dream state. Since setting out on this quest, she has had modest success, though she would classify herself as an Advanced Beginner.

However, what follows is an experience which may raise her rank considerably.

This is an account of one of her lucid dream experiences:

I entered a restaurant with my husband and his father … it was empty … I kept walking through to get to a backyard. My husband and his father disappeared. There was a big party with lots of people and music … I started dancing with somebody … I was all happy and laughing … then I saw my husband on the second floor of a building by the end of the yard , he was on a terrace with more people.

I looked up to the sky … it was night time with tons of stars … four spaceships were hovering above me … the bottom of the crafts was dark gold , I saw other ships moving super fast while leaving trails or streaks of light as they flew off. This is when I became lucid.  I did the reality check several times and my finger never went through my hand … I knew that I was dreaming, but I thought the only way to prove it would be by flying through the air … but I saw those huge ships again, and decided against it. I think I was a little bit scared, and I used the reality check as an excuse to not fly near the craft. I woke up.

First, a couple of points of explanation before moving on.

Since she has begun this active pursuit of Lucid Dreaming, the images of extraterrestrial craft have been a a recurring theme, and is one which typically triggers her lucidity. However, she has yet to meet with any of the beings from these craft.

The technique of the Reality Check is one which lucid dreamers use to prove that they are in the midst of a dream … that they are in fact, lucid. There are variations on the theme. The technique my wife uses is to try to push the index finger of her right hand through the palm of her left hand. One must practice during waking hours in order to have a baseline from which to compare.

 

The next morning, over breakfast, she recounted her dream. Imagine our surprise when I began to describe my own dream:

I entered a restaurant with three other gentlemen … it was empty except for the four waiters who all looked similar to each other. The waiters seemed surprised to see us. The color of the interior was yellow/beige … and I felt like I was at an Eastern European resort in the Carpathian Mountains. One of the waiters directed the four of us to sit in a booth, and we had a conversation, the contents of which I not remember. Next we were out on the terrace saying good bye to each other. This was when I realized that they were three Star People (E.T.s, aliens, etc,). All three were men … two from one race, and one from another. The two of the same race were blond, short and stocky, looking like twins … suddenly these two teleported into their ships … one craft for each of them which were hovering nearby …  a distant light portal then opened, and in a blink they flew through it and were gone. The third of the Star People was still standing there with me on the terrace … now getting a good look at him I could see that he was Vulcan, as he looked just like Zachary Quinto as Spock! He smiled knowingly and nodded, then teleported to his craft. It hovered for a few seconds, allowing me to get a good impression of the shape of the craft, then it zipped off through a distant light portal as the others had done. I thought to myself how cool that was, then I woke up.

 

A few points of explanation before moving on:

Why the Carpathian Mountains specifically? Not sure, but I knew that was the region. While I have yet to visit there, it is high on my list of future destinations. Especially to go here!

Why do I call them Star People, and not aliens or E.T.’s? Recently I have been doing research into Lakota and Hopi myth and creation stories, and this seems to be the way they refer to beings from other worlds. When I woke up from the dream, this was the way I thought of them, so I am sticking with it!

The Vulcan aspect could be a reference to the fact that I recently learned about an aspect of my Astrological Birth Chart, which shows that my Mid-Heaven planet is Pluto. The Edgar Cayce Readings specifically mention Vulcan seven times, but reading [826-8] is very specific:

(Q) Is there a planet anciently known as Lilith or Vulcan?

(A) Pluto and Vulcan are one and the same. No Lilith. Lilith is a personality.

But more on that subject is coming in a future post!

 

My wife and I clearly shared some very specific dream imagery. What I find to be most impressive is how she was watching the scene from the lower patio area, while I was upstairs meeting with the Star People. The position of the ships in her dream matched the perspective I saw in mine, as well as the way that they flew away. The drawings we made of these craft were very similar, adjusting for vantage point.

Another minor detail, though one which lends even greater credibility to our shared experience, is that we both saw an empty restaurant.

One major point in favor of my wife’s experience in comparison to my own … was that her dream state was lucid, while mine was only vivid.

 

So what does this all mean? Did the Star People really meet with me on a 4th dimensional level? Was it a vision of the future? Or was this experience only symbolic of our shared spiritual awakening?

Perhaps it is a blend of all three of these possibilities.

My wife and I are definitely in a period of intense spiritual investigation and growth, and the fact that we had this shared dreamscape is solid proof of this. The symbols from our dreams could lend themselves toward that explanation.

Maybe they did come to visit with me. Such an activity in the 4th dimension would be possible.

Or maybe this was a vision of a future meeting. That could be the reason why the Reality Check done by my wife had failed.

If it is indeed a vision of the future, then I definitely want to find my way to the Carpathian Mountains in order to allow this meeting to come to pass!

Regardless of what the true meaning of this experience is, I will continue working to make myself worthy of such a high honor.

 

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Disturbing Psychic Experiences

In the wake of the fifteenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, it reminded me to finish the story of a dark chapter in my life.

As I have already detailed here, during the night of 9/7/01 into the morning of 9/8/01, I experienced a succession of horrific nightmares, which turned out to foretell the attacks in lower Manhattan three days later.

Until only very recently have I been under the impression that these specific nightmares were exclusive to the terrorist attacks. But several months ago I read something which brought into focus a very personal aspect to that prophetic experience.

Once again it would be the excessive alcohol which would lead me into problems. A lamentable DUI related accident resulted in a merciful conditional probation, thanks in large part to the near-certainty of having been roofied.

With help from my Guardian Angel, the Devil did not collect his due on that occasion, but this whole episode led to the break up of a relationship, state-mandated rehab, and an extended period of soul-searching isolation.

In chapter 20 of this book, enormous help is provided for the  understanding of such disturbing psychic experiences such as my own. The authors describe how they come as thematically and symbolically connected warnings, and that the purpose which they serve can be determined through reflection over time.

We are destined to become aware of, and co-responsible for, all of creation. Unwanted psychic experiences are invitations to expand one’s awareness. They are wakeup calls – gifts. Yet they require loyalty to the ideal of consciousness and the willingness to look in the mirror. Even disturbing experiences are part of the Creator’s plan for our personal and collective growth and awakening.

Contemporary Cayce, pg. 145

So now fifteen years farther down the path to omniscience, I know with certainty that these personal tribulations absolutely had to come to pass. The path which I was following at the time was not the one I was meant to be on. If events had not happened the way they did, I would have been unable to fulfill a promise I made, in the 4th dimension, during an Astral Projection OBE at the age of sixteen.

The revelation, which came as a result of chapter 20, has helped me to weave these profound cosmic threads together in a wonderfully healing fashion.

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The ‘Death in Dreams’ Myth

As put forth in movies such as the A Nightmare on Elm Street series and Dreamscape, there seems to exist the notion, or better yet, the popular myth that if one dies or is killed in their dreams, the result will be death in real life.

Well that is a notion which I can securely state as being false.

How can I be so certain? Because it has happened to me twice, and here I am still breathing.

During my senior year at Syracuse University, I took a second course taught by Dr. John Marshall Townsend. Dr. Townsend’s main area of expertise is in the field of Socio-Biology. The studies involves the differing motivations between the sexes in their sexual pursuits, and how this influences society. His latest book, What Women Want–What Men Want, encompasses the content of what he’d been teaching for years.

However this second course was Studies of Transpersonal Themes and Experiences. This class was considered a fringe, or hippyish, Anthropology course. We learned of the transformational experience, and the various methods and aspects to the processes used by, or developed within, individuals across cultures. Some of the content of the course included A Separate Reality, by Carlos Castaneda, selected readings from Aldous Huxley’s, The Doors of Perception, and a few movies, including (the rather disturbing) Equus.

From the outset of the course, Dr. Townsend warned us to treat this as an academic endeavor, and to not allow the material to take us on a path of self-realization. Well, go figure as to what would end up happening to me. I got so wrapped up in what the information meant to me as a person, that I developed a serious case of writer’s block when it came time to write the final paper for the class.

About a week before the paper was due, I had the following dream:

I was standing in the backyard of my parents’ house where I grew up. Soon there appeared a group of seven or eight tribal warriors at the other end of the yard. They were talking among themselves, plotting their move against me. They all held long spears and were all wearing ornate gold masks. One of them threw a spear at me, which I barely avoided. There came a second and third spears, which I barely avoided again. I picked one up and tried to throw it at them, but my attempt was feeble, not even clearing half the distance to them. It was then that they rushed me, pushed me down to the ground with their spears, and killed me. Everything went black, then turned to a deep shade of blue. Soon I heard the words, “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

When I told Dr. Townsend of the dream, his eyes grew large and, with his trademark grin, said, “Woah, that’s deep.” I admitted to him that I had gone against his better judgment and allowed myself to be taken by the course. Ultimately the paper never got finished, and I failed the course. In hindsight, I remain as at peace with the decision now as I was then, because for having passed behind the veil of death alone, the ‘F’ was worth it.

The second dream of death came in a very different form. This time the dream didn’t involve a violent end, rather it consisted of a brief life review, the same as each of us eventually performs after the transition to the dimension of Spirit. What I remember of it was that I was fully aware that I had made the transition, and was floating in white ether. There were large bubbles of events of which I had experienced in this life that were floating all around me at various distances and sizes. Somebody was along side of me, though I don’t know who, as I didn’t even bother to look at his face. The two of us moved in and out of these bubbles, revisiting a few of the events of my life. In each event bubble, I judged my decisions made in those instances. Ultimately I decided that I wanted to continue living so as to make greater positive karmic progress in this lifetime.

When I awoke, I was smiling at, what seemed to be, the assurance that I likely won’t be meeting my mortal end any time in the near future… because I know that I have work yet to do!

 

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Roman Gypsies

This is the first instance of a precognitive dream which I could directly correlate to an event which came to pass. But what makes this a more interesting story is the grandiose stage and dramatic fashion in which the scene unfolded.

The dream occurred in December of 1990, while I was sleeping on the floor of the Gutierrez Garrido home in Madrid, Spain. The first semester of my junior year abroad, with Syracuse University’s Division of International Programs Abroad, had just ended. In two days time I was to be traveling by train around Europe with AC, a childhood friend, who was studying in Rome, Italy. Her mother had only agreed that she might undertake such a trip if I was there as her travel companion. It is not as if I was a hardened traveler. In many ways I was a naive babe in the woods, in spite of the various (mis)adventures that I had survived up to that point.

The dream unfolded as such:

I was standing on a balcony, within the atrium of a large, white marble building. The atmosphere inside the space was murky and gray, cast with an eerie haze. Next I noticed a few shady looking suspects milling about on the floor below. Somehow I knew that they were plotting their moves against me. When I began to descend a wide staircase, I saw that the three characters were climbing up an opposing staircase, all the while glaring at me. This was when I could see that they were two girls and a boy. All three were short and had dark features. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I immediately began to ascend another staircase. Simultaneously, my stalkers were mirroring my movements, always staying the same distance away. The ascending and descending happened three or four times. Somehow I just couldn’t shake them, and it distressed me.

I awoke, spooked.

My journey to Rome was an eventful trip. Some of the memorable elements included three changes of trains, meeting a Colombian woman in the process of setting up an Emerald smuggling ring, an afternoon in Nice, and meeting Ben, with whom I would spend a remarkable day visiting the Vatican. Thirty-five hours after leaving Madrid, I arrived to the Termini Station in Rome, where AC quickly found me.

She led us to Bus 64, which travels the length of the main thoroughfare through the heart of Rome, the Corso Vittorio Emmanuele. So tired and restless from the journey, I was anxious for a shower and soft bed. The bus became increasingly crowded as we neared our destination. AC and I were standing in the middle of the bus, shifting with the incoming and outgoing passengers. At the time it didn’t occur to me that I was offering an open invitation to pickpockets. With all the naivety of a first time traveler, my cash, passport, and train pass were stored within my exposed hip pack. As we neared our destination, we shifted closer to the exit. It was then that I noticed the three gypsy children surrounding me. They had nervous looks on their faces as they tried to re-establish their proximity to me. When the doors opened at our destination, they slipped hastily out of the bus and disappeared into the masses.

The moment my foot hit pavement, I was overcome by a surge of fear. Looking down at my hip pack, I saw the zipper was more than halfway open. It was clear to me that merciful fate was on my side when I confirmed that those sneaky little thieves got NOTHING!!!

Walking to the hotel, I recalled the dream from a few days before. When I explained it to AC, she really didn’t know what to believe, other than that I was very lucky on my first day in the Eternal City.

Apart from serving to heighten my general situational awareness, experiencing the direct correlation between my dream and the actual event was a profound realization. This was a critical moment in my history of extraordinary experiences. At that point, I had no basis upon which to determine that this might be a vision of my future. The images were not exact to the eventual event, but the emotions in the dream, which are they key to self-interpretation of dreams , were the key to understanding that this was a precognitive dream.

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The night of September 7th

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.

The red portion marks the approximate zone when I felt the shift.
The red portion marks the approximate zone when I felt the shift.

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.

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