For years, I've emphasized to clients and audiences, "I only receive positive or preventative information." I felt very good about whatever divinely-inspired apparatus has been put in place for the work that I've been assigned — and signed up — to do in this lifetime.
Over time, I've continued to receive distinct, synchronistic confirmation that my work is, indeed, "In the Light" and from God. From the start, I've coached apprentices on how to position themselves to receive information clearly and accurately. Ongoing practice and validation helps them leapfrog over self-doubt, and certain exercises position to trick the skeptical, interfering mind. Finally, the most involved, critical and ongoing challenge in this work is interpretation of the information, itself.
Prepped with individual invocations and mindful of these things, my words to the apprentices have been, "The information comes to us, neutral. Unavoidably, it passes through our own personal filters that are shaped by our own repertoire of past experiences."
Up until 9/11, terrorism had never been part of my repertoire. Earlier here (see "Aftermath" above), I mentioned that I read a client, (I'll call) "Sue" in Chicago, one week before 9/11. I picked up specific images that I could not define as future terrorist activity.
Sue is still working here in NYC, near "ground zero" with her disaster work for FEMA. She may be here for several more months to come. A couple of weeks ago, she scheduled another consultation. When I saw on my calendar that Kathy had scheduled this as a phone consultation, I called Sue to say, "Say, if you were willing to drive six hours to meet with me in Chicago, I can certainly take the subway up to Times Square to deliver your next consultation!" She thanked me and gave me directions to her hotel.
When I came off the elevator on Sue's floor at her temporary home, I walked to the end of the hall to look through a large window, down onto Times Square. The colored neon lights below were dazzling. I proceeded on to Sue's room, where she welcomed me in.
Sue confirmed more of the information that I'd given her in Chicago. I rarely remember what I've delivered. She mentioned that along my having seen that she'd be "working by water after a tall building falls" — that I'd also picked up on her being around a ship. At the time, I speculated that she might be invited on a cruise, or some such. (In consultations I always like to bring clients into seeing what I'm seeing, to accelerate their own multi-sensory awakening. Then we move on to work with interpretation — together.
Sue said that she had recently eaten on the U.S. Naval Ship Comfort, a naval hospital ship that was anchored near her work. We discussed more of the details from the Chicago consultation.
I don't access global—political predictions, international events, high profile people—type of information. I view images through a client's consciousness, which I can move forwards and backwards in time. It is through Sue's future consciousness, that I have viewed scenes that are turning out to be global in nature, because she happens to work for an agency that deals with national emergencies. It's her job to show up at disaster sites.
Once again, through Sue's future consciousness, I saw images: I said, "By this future moment, you've been pulled from all the colors. [She reminded me that I've seen this before, a time when she would find herself around many colors. Going into decorating? Or could this be flower essence bottles?"] We attempted to interpret this within the context of what was known or familiar at the time—the only way we can interpret future information, in the present. "Geez!" I said, opening my eyes to look out her hotel window. "Here are the lights in Times Square! I admired them when I got off the elevator!"
I continued: "At the time, you're aware of a jet flying overhead. I don't know if it's headed for another country, or if it's a flight path to/from an airport. There is a pyramid, a bridge, water (naturally), a "MAC"—or "Mc-something"—and an 'ST,' as in 'Steve' or 'Stan.' I remember feeling that I was seeing all this through her eyes, as if facing an event's direction. I waved my right arm far to the right, as if the 'ST' was over to the right. Later, Sue told me that when I turned off the recorder, I said, "That 'ST' just won't go away!" as if I was trying to shake it off.
There was one more image that I really had a hard time in describing. I said, "I'm seeing something that's sort of like a slice of mousse cake." I saw the V-shaped outline of the slice. I said, "It's as if the filling sinks down."
Sue contacted me the next day, and reported that she had just spoken to a friend. She recounted the images that I had relayed. Her friend's name is Bill MAC Arthur. He happens to be from the New York area.
Apparently, at one time in his life, he commuted over the Verrazano Bridge, that connects STanton Island to Brooklyn. Aside from the ferry that transports commuters from the Island, it's the only link to the mainland—to Brooklyn. Many of the Island's population were commuters to the WTC (World Trade Center). And many perished on 9/11.
Bill told Sue that on one side of the bridge, there is a mountain (or hill). At the foot there's a pyramid-shaped structure. He remembers it as an apartment complex.
Then he mentioned a community center that sits under the bridge. From the Fort Hamilton website:
Since the spring of 1998, Fort Hamilton Military Community has been home to the North Atlantic Division, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. The post is located in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn, N.Y., at the base of the world-famous Verrazano Narrows Bridge.
Bill recalled that it is a circular building, with pie-shaped rooms inside.
November 4th is the day of New York Marathon, when hundreds&—;maybe thousands&—;will run across the Verazzano Bridge. It begins on the Staten Island side of the bridge, allowing the runners to travel through all five New York boroughs.
When I arrived home the night of Sue's consultation, I felt very uncomfortable holding this information. The next morning, I remembered that my client, an FBI agent had been transferred to another state.(See her story story in the first segment of this ongoing account, 1/2 way down the page). We'd been out of touch for several years. I recalled her new location and called the FBI in that area. The operator rang me through to her. She answered, then exclaimed, "Louise! I can't believe it's you! You've been on my mind this morning, and all yesterday!"
"Yes," I replied. "I think that we're supposed to talk!"
She laughed, and I realized how I'd missed this old friend and client&—;the agent who trusted how and why I do what I do&—;and what I get. She told me that in spite of skepticism about intuitives and psychic work in those previous years, that she had shared the recorded tape from her last consultation in California with a few of her colleagues at the bureau.
"Do you remember, that I was working on the Unibomber case then?" she asked. "I asked you about him, even though I knew that you 'don't choose to deal with mayhem.'"
I vaguely recalled giving her some impressions, fairly off-handedly. What I remember vividly is that when she started to leave, she turned back to me and said, "You know, there's a $2 million reward for information that leads to his capture." I replied (only partly in jest), "Say, why don't you just come on back in here and see what else I might see..." We both laughed, she left, and that was the last I saw of her. I assumed that I'd struck out with whatever information I'd relayed about the Unibomber.
Now on the phone, she said that I had given several accurate impressions, and that I'd tried to put together several syllables that have made sense, but only in retrospect. They comprised the letters of the Unibomber's last name. Unfortunately, it's so easy to place this kind of information upon reflection. I shuddered, realizing the impact of what my friend was saying to me. I had no idea.
All those years that I claimed, "I only get positive or preventative information!" — it had more to do with not having had past experiences that would allow me to interpret in the context of terrorism or mayhem.
"Now I have some more information for you," I said.
I feel so very relieved that I have this friend-in-a-high place who has re-entered in my life in such a timely fashion. She assures me that she will route my information in appropriate directions, once she has cross-referenced it with 300 pages of threats. (She's currently working on the Anthrax case). I feel safe with that. Now I can try to let go of the images, the information that I wouldn't have chosen to receive through anyone's consciousness. Sue remains so helpful and willing to be a "conduit," if necessary. I'm reminded of why I've chosen not to do this kind of work with the police.
I recently happened to turn on the TV to get the news. It was tuned to the channel that hosts John Edward (on TV's "Crossing Over") a popular "medium." I'm envious of his New York ability to talk fast. Telepathic communication comes in so very quickly. It's difficult to relay information as rapidly as it arrives. People often ask my opinion about him. (There was a serendipitous incident that involved him, mentioned in Heart-Links). I feel that he does very good work and makes my job so much easier, orienting folks as to how we have to interpret images while doing our best to make them tangible and linear.
At the moment that I tuned in, John was saying that a colleague recently told him, "You're just the medium. You're like a postman who delivers the friggin' mail! Don't try to read it!"
How well I can relate to John's admonishment. Now I face the challenge of trying not to speculate about what will evolve, from what I've delivered.
Update: September 27, 2001
I finally did leave a message at the offices for the NYC Marathon. An official called me back, and, though overwhelmed with tons of security issues (as one can imagine), he said that he would relay my information to his colleagues. Later on, I spoke to a friend who works for the NY Daily News. I briefed him and asked for his impressions, given that he is New York savvy and a Brooklyn native. He listened with interest, with a promise not to print the info. A couple of hours later, he forwarded me the following report, "hot off the wire." I believe that it was from the official with whom I spoke.