Vicki DeLaurentis sent us the following synchronicity, a story that illustrates how premonitions can occur years before the actual event.
“I read one of your posts about child reincarnation (something I have personal experience with both of my daughters) and noticed that you mentioned Carol Bowman and her site. I just found it fascinating that you would know her. Back in the early 1990’s I lived in the suburbs of Philadelphia and went to a day long spiritual retreat where it was promised we would do a guided meditation exploring past lives. The person giving the retreat was someone working on a book, her name was Carol Bowman!
“At this retreat I really opened up. I not only saw a very vivid past life which would prove to be monumental to me in this lifetime, but Carol also brought us to the future. There, I saw the Twin Towers in NYC on fire and crumbling to the ground.”
Vicki had no idea when this would happen, but her spirit guide assured her she wouldn’t be there when it did. For years, she tried to figure out when it would happen and asked every psychic she knew. But none of them had any inkling of anything like this.
In 1997, she and her husband moved to Long Island. She really began to worry about what she’d seen in Carol’s workshop, but once again, her guide continued to reassure her she would be fine.
One of her sisters lived in Manhattan then and worked in the area of the WTC. She loved working there and always had told Vicki she would never leave Manhattan. But on September 8, Vicki’s sister moved out of Manhattan, shocking everyone.
“A week prior to 9/11, my husband told me that a meeting he was supposed to have on September 11th had been moved up to the following day. So would it be okay if he changed the dinner plans we had with a business associate to September 12th?
“He then phoned back and said his friend thought it would be fun to have it in the Windows on the World Restaurant atop the World Trade Center. I immediately got a cold chill and said OK, but remarked that I didn’t know if I could go through with it because I have a fear of heights.
“My husband is in the oil business and everyone who worked in the office where his traders worked were all killed on that day. If the original meeting hadn’t been changed my husband would have been there. Needless to say, we never had dinner there.”
And Vicki finally had her answer about when her vision would occur.
Plastering that poster around the world just might be a self-fulfilling prophecy. The more who see the guy, the more will dream of him.
Never seen him before. But he looks kind of like Pee Wee Herman. 🙂
Ever dream of this man?
https://www.thisman.org/theories.htm
Trish & Rob: I hope my dream was symbolic, although I'm not sure how much spiritual energy a 10-year-old can manifest. I had a very normal childhood, so it wasn't caused by a traumatic event or anything of that nature. The only reason I remember it after all these years is because of how vivid it was. Just unreal…
Anyway, here is the paragraph from 'Imagining Atlantis' that triggered the flashback:
The tsunami following the June 26, 1896 earthquake at Sanriku, Japan, was recorded on tide gauges in San Francisco, some five thousand miles away, ten and a half hours later, giving it an average speed of 480 miles per hour. A violent seaquake 120 miles from Japan occurred 32,000 feet down, in the Tuscarora Deep, a notorious source of seismic activity. At Sanriku, on the northern coast of Honshu, the seas began to recede, and in the ominous silence that followed, heads turned to watch the ocean where an impossible wall of water, 110 feet high, was bearing down. "It came at first as a far-off whisper, similar to the sound of rain falling on water. The whisper became a hiss, then a steady rush, growing louder by the second until it reached a watery crescendo of stupefying proportions." Millions of tons of seething, frothing water and sand engulfed the coast for hundreds of miles. More than ten thousand homes were destroyed, and as many as twenty-seven thousand people were killed.
at the time of 9/11 i had just been in dc [well, actually in alexandria]about two weeks and was at my daughter's there – for the week or so before the event, i had been telling my daughter – and my other daughter in delaware – that i wanted us to start "stocking up" on necessities – bottled water, canned goods, candles, an emergency radio, etc., and keeping our cars filled with gas – i'd told my kids in louisiana to do that, as well – to this day, i do not know why it was that particular time that i had these conversations with them – i mean, i wasn't having weird dreams as i sometimes do – there was really nothing that precipitated my feeling compelled to do this but…i felt compelled nevertheless – in any event, one day i decided to listen to myself and decided to at least appease in even a small way this feeling of uneasiness i was having so i went to the nearest grocery and bought several cases of bottled water and put them in the trunk of my car – a week or so later, it happened – i don't remember exactly how long i kept that bottled water in the trunk of my car, but long enough that i eventually discarded it because it had been there so long –
very neat post!
Ridicule about what, Simon?
Again: so you know Vicki??
In fact their pop used to take my brother to the Army Navy game with the younger (moved on) brother, a couple of times if memory serves.
I'd tell you guy's bout boobie's synchro with the towers, best friend's(2) brother going down at G.Z. story involves 3 3's, but the riducle is a bit much………
I wonder how many people have had these kinds of dreams. Nancy, yours sounds similar in some ways to Whip Warrior's.
I agree with you, Vanessa. I don't think we can't alter the actual catastrophe, but these kinds of dreams can certainly save our lives and those of the people we love.
This post and all of the comments have me riveted. I have had a very vivid dream of being on a high mountain road and a huge wave comes over the top of the mountain and washes us off the road and down the mountain. Strange, because it felt so real, and the people in the car were friends of ours that we travel with quite often.
Fascinating post.
My dreams do tell me lots of things, including warnings about future events and about persons and situations that may be harmful to me. They also give me great creative ideas such as poems and stories. Dreams are an amazing resource for so many things—they are a gift to us.
Regarding prescient dreams, I think they happen because the upcoming event creates stronger energy than normal (whether for the world or for yourself), which disrupts the linear flow of time we usually experience. The stronger energy allows us to experience time as more elastic, so we connect with the collective subconscious and skip forward a bit, or a lot, depending on when the event happens.
So, you generally can't stop something catastrophic from happening—you are only seeing it as a courtesy or a "heads up" warning.
Good question, Deboshree. My understanding is that some of the issues we deal with in life may have their roots in past lives, so it's to our benefit to understand that. Once we do, we're better able to move forward in THIS life and do whatever we came in to do.
My god!
That's amazing!
When I read your posts, I begin to question so many things. Tell me one thing though.
If the past lives are not normally in our memory, why want to see it? Aren't the problems of this life enough? Add to that, how can we carry the burdens of our previous lives as well?
I had read Brian Weiss and was deeply influenced but then a lady told me- why do you want to see things which God has deliberately hidden from you? To that, I had no answer.
Take care
Deboshree
Whip Warrior – In 1975, I had a series of dreams in which I was always in a rowboat,trying to get to the Bahamas, because South Florida was underwater. The odd thing about the dream, though, is that the Bahamas were probably underwater, too, since they're no higher above water than SF.
Dale, interesting dream. It might be symbolic. Water is a powerful metaphor for manifestation of spiritual energy. But it's always worthwhile to consider dreams as possible premonitions. I would think San Francisco would be a fairly safe place to be in a tsunami, considering the hills, especially Pacific Heights…not far from LucasFilm headquarters.
I've always been terrified of having a prescient dream, especially if it's bad, because I would feel helpless to prevent it. Over the past few months I've been planning a reunion with my best friend Jaimee, a UC Berkeley student who is also a lifelong Indiana Jones fan. Next year I am flying to California to spend a week with her in San Francisco, where we plan to visit several Indy filming sites in the Bay Area.
A few days ago on I was reading a chapter of Imagining Atlantis entitled 'Walls of Water', which details the destructive power of tsunamis throughout history. Midway through the chapter I was shaking my head in awe of the scale of devastation that they can unleash. Then I jolted in shock from the flashback of a nightmare that I had when I was 10 years old.
In the dream, I was having lunch under a shaded umbrella table at a sidewalk cafe on the hill of a city overlooking the beach, with the ocean stretching away into the distance. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The air was warm and pleasant. Two other people were seated at the table with me. I couldn't see their faces in the shade of the umbrella, so they appeared to me as silhouettes, like participants in a witness testimony video, hidden in the shadows of a dimly-lit room.
Suddenly a deep, ominous rumble filled the air, shaking the ground. The dishes on the table shivered, clinking like glassy bells in the tremor. I looked up to see a thousand-foot tidal wave looming over the beach. The wave crested over the city, a curving wall of water that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity, dwarfing the glass skyscrapers. I stared in horrified fascination, riveted in place, just waiting for the inevitable end. Just when it was about to crash down, I bolted awake in the darkness of my room, breathless. My heart was racing, a cold sweat chilling my skin. The dream was so vividly real, so crystal clear.
I thought the impossible scenario might be a premonition of some terrible future event, but I feverently hoped that it wasn't. It was not until 8 years later that I beheld my nightmare vision unfold before my eyes in a darkened movie theater as I watched the climax of Deep Impact. The meteor-driven tidal wave that hit the New York City skyscrapers like a firehose blasting a line of glass dominoes looked exactly like my dream.
My flash of awareness was triggered by the description of tsunami waves wreaking destruction on Hawaii and Japan in the 1940's. Recalling my dream with unnerving clarity, it occurred to me that San Francisco is a city built on steep hills overlooking the ocean. Then my heart sank as I realized that the other person at the table might be Jaimee. My fear was fueled by the knowledge that the Pacific Rim is one of the major areas of seismic activity on the planet. And unlike tornadoes, tsunamis are not seasonal phenomena. They can strike at any time without warning, and nothing can escape their power.
If my childhood dream was a premonition, then I reasoned that maybe we shouldn't go into San Francisco, or, at the very least, tempt fate by dining at an outdoor cafe overlooking the ocean. While I'm not pretentious enough to believe that one person's nightmare can bring on such a catastrophic event, but I'd hate to be responsible if it did happen. Maybe I'm being paranoid, succumbing to my overactive imagination. Then again, if it's our time, it's our time? Similar to concerns that the world will end on December 21, 2012 as the Mayan calendar terminates. So what if the earth gets hit by a meteor, or rolls over on its axis from a pole shift? There's nowhere to go, and we're all screwed anyway, so why worry about it?