posted on Sep, 14 2008 @ 04:12 PM
Hello ATS posters, floaters, visitors, bloggers, and everyone else.
This is a story I have been wanting to share for a long time and I don’t know if anyone would take anything I say seriously, but the point of this
post is to share, not scare, or make another conspiracy, or deceive anyone, just my story, and anyone else out there who experienced this, and that
they are not alone…
For many years, ever since I was a child, I have had this feeling that I am different. Everything I do, every way I think is always the on the outside
looking in. my style of thinking and doing things has been different. Friends, family, co workers, classmates, etc. have always viewed me to be
different. i felt like I was dethatched a little from society…. Still do
When I was just a boy, maybe 15 years ago or so, I saw my first ghost? Or some kind of burning flame in a dream I had. The dream I had felt real,
people I have never met before who I would meet in the future; Future events that had come true. Yes I’m talking about prophetic visions given to me
in the form of dreams and once not a part of a dream. I really hope I do not upset anyone. Trust me, my purpose is not to upset, but to enlighten and
inform… open the door, and not close it.
That was my introduction, now to the MAIN purpose of this post. This was an event when I was 6 or 7 years old. I cloud of light, swooshed through me.
It felt awkward, but I didn’t notice the effects of it until I would dream. I didn’t notice this was the cause of it until I was a teenager years
later. Between then and the time I was a teenager, I would have dreams that I would eventually experience in life. Let me give you an example. When I
was 16 years old, august 2001, I had a dream, where I was riding my bike toward Hoboken, NJ and I looked across the river, to see NYC on fire. Red
sky, smoke billowing from the WTC buildings, and I sensed all the pain, suffering, anger, and sorrow that would soon be felt by everyone everywhere on
that day. I only told one person about this dream that day. I only told one person about it because, she was the only one I could trust, and yes I
still talk to her about it till this day.
Three weeks later, September 11th. My dad was driving me to school, I was half asleep and we were on Montgomery ST, (jersey City, NJ) with the twin
towers in plain view. I see an object a dot in the distance fly into the towers. I’m half asleep, thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, and
didn’t even bother to look again. I go into my homeroom class, and the TV is on like usual where we would watch the daily announcements from the
student body, and school staff for the day’s events. Someone comes in late and says; “something flew into the twin towers” the time is around
9:00 AM. My homeroom teacher turns on the tv, most of the channels are not working. we get a signal from the cable line to see a live shot of NYC,
then in the 5 seconds the tv found a channel to play, the second plane hit, knocking all the channels out.
Well, we all know what played out after that. I’m not going to go into more detail on how my day went; I witnessed my fellow classmates, and lower
classmen lose family that day… too painful to put more of it to paper, and id rather leave it out to respect the loss of their loved ones.