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I have a gift of sorts, I believe in some ways I am psychic. I know who is on the phone when they call quite often, I know when my Partner is calling me, or returning home, I know when things are wrong in the family. I also hear and see things and I am not suffering any mental disease..
The first dream was me standing on top of the Empire state building's viewing deck - looking at the WTC towers, as they were on fire and burning the first tower was burning, but i watched tower two collapse, there was an explosion about 10 floors up from the crash.. then the towers collapsed down on itself, I was still on the deck .. crouched and i half crawled to the edge and looked out over the city, and saw the first tower collapse and i ducked as the dust cloud rose up high in the sky littering the world with paper and dust, then it rained. Logic took over for a second, i reasoned that it was the sudden change in pressure and temperature.. but as i was getting wet, crouched up against the wall of the observation deck, I remembered a childhood thought, that when it rained, it was God crying, and that God was crying about the lives lost.
Then I found myself somewhere else, a walled garden, the walls were high and smooth and grey, they light was filtered thru green trees, like willows, poplars, leafy and light as it was coming thru.. sunlight not reaching the ground at one end was the entrance, a grey mid chest hight shelf rose out of the ground, in clear plastic like perspex were thousands of black beads, round spheres, with a texture like unpolished marble was on that bench, and small openings at the base allowed beads to roll through, for a person to pick one up and carry with them as they journeyed around the garden. At the far end was a shelter, with white marble steps and columns, black slate tile roof, white marble benches lined beween the coloums, and on the wall, white marble plaques, each person's name, and age, written in black like You see on war memorials, which this was in a way.. trees and small mounds were dotted around the area, light grass covering the grounds, white sand served as the pathways, winding around in a seeming random pattern but always ending back at the starting point, there were benches built in the mounds, made of black and grey stone, small fountains were placed in opposite corners of this garden, and some small windchimes placed in the trees.. the air was fresh and earthy and clean.
I was standing at the entrance to this garden, a black bead clutched in my hand, and someone was asking how long did i intend to keep coming here fore, and I answered, for as long as I live and breath, I will never forget. I opened up a piece of paper, and on it was a serious of photo's of this man who was my brother, pictures of a big tall blonde man with a beard and slightly overweight. He had the biggest smile, pictures of him playing football, him fishing, him standing and smiling at me with love in his eyes, him with his children.
The idea of an owned consciousness with humanity, we all know what right from wrong, is an idea that has been with me for quite some time. I didnt know anyone who was there or who died, but i feel that somewhere some how, I was allowed to see something which was quite moving.
Once more into the breach…