Earlier tonight I was over on Old Broad Speaks reading HillCountryGal’s current post. She shared with her readers seven things about her that other people don’t know and she asked her readers if they would also share seven things about themselves with the rest of us. What fun! I listed my seven things and it was the seventh item that intrigued Hill, because it was about this foot-shaped rock I found on the coast of Maine that had a cross etched on the top of it. I told her I would do a post on it here, because it’s a unique story and she wanted to hear it.
I don’t even know where to start in explaining how I found my “psychic spiritual rock”, because there was so much that happened prior to me finding this thing and a series of events had happened eight months prior to that it’s a little difficult to put it all into perspective. A few weeks after I found it the September 11th attack on our nation occurred and this is why it has a “psychic/spiritual” meaning to me, even though I’m an Atheist. Figure that one out! I’ll do my best in explaining it, but do know, there is a ton more to the story than what I’ve written here. Okay?
Here goes…
In January 2001, George Bush was selected by the US Supreme Court. Right off the bat, I knew our nation was in for a whirlwind, because the US Supreme Court had overridden the voice of the people in this country and chose an OIL MAN to run our nation. We as a nation already knew at that time al-Qaida and others around the planet didn’t like us butting into their business, especially in the Middle East, and because the Middle East is rich in oil, I just had a feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong. I even told my good friend Tim (who was a huge Bush supporter) in early spring that year that I was connecting to “something” and my body was reacting to it. He, of course, thought it was silly, but I was dead serious.
I have this uncanny ability to be able to tap into a person’s energy…even if it’s of someone I don’t know and who lives on the other side of the country (many times I’ve had a flash of something horrible and then it will end up on the news). Is it ESP? Could be. What is it that I have? I honestly don’t know. Even on the Internet, I can feel the vibes of the people I talk with. It’s kind of creepy.
Anyways…
My whole body was electrified from January to September that year. I constantly had a tingling on the back of my neck and my scalp always felt like it had goosebumps. I honestly don’t remember a time during that year before 9/11 when my body wasn’t reacting to this NEGATIVE energy. It almost felt like I was walking down a dark alley by myself all the time and at any moment something would jump out at me, you know, kind of like the feeling you get when you’re in a haunted house. I just knew something bad was going to happen to our country and I was on guard!
During the week of April 15th (my birthday week…that’s why I remember the week) that year, one of my housecleaning customers came back from a business trip in Florida. She came in early that morning while I was cleaning her house and dropped her travel bags to the floor and then IMMEDIATELY said to me, “I can’t believe the trip I just had! Not only was it long with layovers, but there were two Arab men on this flight into Boston that were so creepy that I spent the last part of it trying to figure them out”. I said, “Really? What did they look like and what were they doing that made you feel that way?”. She said, “I can’t explain it, but they didn’t seem like they were typical travelers if you know what I mean”. Uh oh. She went to bed, but I remember thinking…IT’S starting.
In July of 2001, I had a vision. I’ve now learned that there were lots of people having these same kinds of visions prior to 9/11 (here’s one example), so go ahead and make fun of me if you need to, but what I saw in my mind’s eye is the tops of the WTCs on fire and it was as real as the day they were on fire. When I get a flash like this, the image almost always comes in quickly, stops, and then it shudders, stops again, and then disappears. It’s kind of like how the old film projectors would work when we were in school. Sometimes the film would kink and stop and would get stuck on a frame, but then it would work itself out and the movie would continue. It’s exactly like that. Weird!
So, I have this flash and then meet up with my friend Tim again at some point and I tell him that something is going to happen to the WTCs. He laughs at me. LOL He thinks I’ve totally lost my mind, but I tell him again that something awful is going to happen. He refuses to believe me and I say, “Ooookay”.
Now onto the rock and how I found it…
My son was seven years old at this time and during this summer I would bring him along with me while cleaning a house, especially the homes that were near the ocean, because he and I liked to collect shells and sea glass together. So one day in August (about 3 weeks before the 9/11 attack), I bring him along to a home that is on the coast of Cape Elizabeth (Fort Williams is near this home and it has a rich history) and after I’m done cleaning, he and I head down to the beach together to collect our goodies. We spent close to an hour and a half sifting through the rocks and the beach sand and found a ton of stuff. We didn’t have a plastic bag to hold our goods, so my son and I were using our shirts instead (we pulled the front up to make a ‘sack’). I started feeling hungry and knew it had to be @ 6pm or so, so I asked him if he wanted to go get something to eat. He did and as we were leaving, he said, “Momma! Look! It’s a piece of light blue sea glass!”, which is the one color we always looked for (the browns, ambers, and greens are more common) and there it was! I came over and bent down to pick it up, but when I did that, most everything I had collected that was in my shirt came tumbling out onto the beach.
As I’m picking up the light blue piece of sea glass along with the rest of the stuff that had spilled out, my eyes are drawn to a cross shape (left side of the top photo) . I hadn’t even seen the rock yet and didn’t realize it was on a rock, because the cross shape seemed to jump out at me! Weird. I reach down and pick it up and look at the cross. As I look at it, the cross itself appears to have been hand-carved (though, it’s probably natural) and knowing there’s a history of this area of the coastline, I felt faint for a second. Had I found a rock that early settlers had carved? Maybe. I wasn’t sure, but as I ran my hand over the rock and along the bottom of it, I had the weirdest sensation like I was rubbing my hand on someone’s foot! I swear to you…if you look at the right side of the photo above, there are “toe lines” (the big toe is the top right side) and when you look at the photo below, you can see the underneath of the toes. The shape on the bottom is “foot-like” and when I set it down on a table and view it from behind, it curves in like an ankle (left side of the picture below). Swear!
It’s the strangest rock I’ve ever held in my hands! It’s dark like a cannonball too and I still wonder today if it’s part of one.
My son and I head to a local restaurant to grab a bite to eat, but all I can think about is this rock and how weird shaped it is and the feeling I’m getting from it. I start questioning myself on what it means and that’s when I have a feeling that this rock is a sign. My whole body is reacting to it…electrified again like all year long, but on warp speed this time. I was not having a religious experience as you might think. It was more like a “thumbs up” from the Universe. LOL Okay, that may sound a little extreme, but that’s exactly how it felt. I knew right then that I was going to be ‘safe’ from the BAD SHIT that was going to happen to our country…that hadn’t happened yet. Footprints in the Sand seems to be the best way to explain it, even though I’m not religious at all. (For awhile in my early childhood, my parents took my sister and I to church, which didn’t last long, because the church was full of freaks. Long story. I do know some things about religion, but not much…and don’t care to) I wondered if this meant that I was going to be used in some way? I felt like I was and sure enough…
…during the 1st week of September and after my son had gone back to school, I was driving to Cape Elizabeth again and ended up behind a vehicle in Portland with two Arab men in it, driving an early 1990′s Toyota Corolla with Massachusetts plates on it, watched them as the two gave each other raised fists in the air (which is what got my attention and is why I couldn’t take my eyes off them), and as fate would have it, then ended up stopping next to their vehicle on the Casco Bay bridge, because the bridge had been up and traffic was at a stand still. Why is this weird and significant? Well, as I sat in my car that sunny day on the bridge five feet from their vehicle to the left of me, I turned to look at them. When I did, the passenger also looked at me and I instantly felt fear. He had a deadpan look about him and at first I wasn’t really sure if he was looking at me, because to the right of me across the river is the largest oil reserve in the East, so for a second I thought maybe he was looking there. Well, I was wrong. I was feeling fear, but something was telling me not to look away. I kept staring and felt a stubbornness and a curiosity that I hadn’t felt before in my life. For a moment, I felt protected. Not sure why I did (the rock of course!), but I refused to break my stare. Finally, the passenger gave me a “pfffttt” kind of look and turned his head with his eyes moving slightly slower. In other words, he was freakish! I like freakish people, but this guy gave me vibes like no one else in my life ever has!
Guess who these two men were? Mohammad Atta (he was the passenger that I locked eyes with) and al-Omari, who flew out of the Portland International Jetport a week later! Swear! In fact, after being on the bridge with them and not knowing what was going to be happening a week later, I followed them until I got to Route 77 to turn off to Cape Elizabeth while in South Portland, which is a couple of intersections after you get off the bridge. They went straight through this intersection. The “funniest” part? These two stayed at the Comfort Inn in South Portland the night before the 9/11 attack and I swear……they had driven from Boston THAT MORNING I SAW THEM (hence the Massachusetts car)………FOR A TRIAL RUN for what they were planning to do the following week!
I remember getting to the SAME Cape Elizabeth house where I found my “psychic spiritual rock” that morning for work and I struggled internally on whether or not I should call the cops on these two. I remember thinking, “What will I say? What could they be arrested for? They’ve done nothing wrong. They can’t be arrested because I have a sneaking suspicion for crying out loud!”. In the end, I ended up not calling the authorities and to this day it sucks knowing that. Four days after the 9/11 attacks on our nation, I called the FBI when the pictures of the hijackers appeared in our local newspapers, because as soon as I saw their faces I knew in an instant I had witnessed history. It’s a sick feeling too. The worst part? When I was in Portland talking to a New Hampshire FBI agent, he didn’t seem to care too much about what I was telling him. He probably didn’t believe me, but I know what I saw and I know what I was feeling the whole year prior to 9/11, because I knew something was going to happen and I was right.
Everything fatefully lined up that year for me and finding this rock (which I still have) means a lot. Even now when I hold it, I still get the same feeling that I had years ago. The whole time I’ve been typing this post my body has been cold and shaky from reacting to it. It’s so weird! I wonder if this means that another attack or something bad is going to happen? Could be. Honestly, I haven’t been able to tap into the negative energy that I felt during 2001. Not sure why either. Honestly I don’t want to know!
Well, that’s my experience. A weird experience and a tragic one.
Oh.My.Gawd!!!
This is a powerful story, my friend.
Oh.My.Gawd!!!
Whatever you do, DO NOT PART with the rock. Ever.
Oh.My.Gawd!!!
It’s a strange rock, G. My life has been very weird since I found it! Trust me.
I knew I liked you! See! You have a rock and this country have the chimp. What a comparrison.
On August 4, Atta is believed to have been at Orlando International Airport waiting to pick up suspected “20th Hijacker” Mohamed al-Kahtani from Dubai, who ended up being held by immigration as “suspicious.” This person (assuming it was Atta) used a payphone at the airport to phone a number “linked to al-Qaeda” after Kahtani was denied entry.[6].
On August 23, Atta’s driver license was revoked in absentia after he failed to show up in traffic court to answer the earlier citation for driving without a license.[7] On the same day, Israeli Mossad reportedly gave his name to the CIA as part of a list of 19 names they said were planning an attack in the near future. Only four of the names are known for certain – Atta, al-Shehhi, al-Mihdar and al-Hazmi.[8][9]
On August 30 he was recorded purchasing a utility knife from a Wal-Mart store near the hotel where he stayed prior to 9/11.
U.S. investigators say that Atta sent a package via FedEx to one Mustafa Ahmed in the United Arab Emirates on September 4, and it was received four days later. On the 8th, Atta was also recorded sending Ahmed two wire payments, first for $2,860, and then for $5000. Over the next two days, Waleed al-Shehri and Marwan al-Shehhi would also both wire Ahmed several thousand dollars. Mustafa Ahmed’s identity is not known for sure, but the most persistent allegation is that it is Ahmed Omar Saeed Sheikh, currently a prisoner in Pakistan, and accused by Indian intelligence of having links to Mahmoud Ahmad, the head of Pakistan’s ISI. [10]
It is during this time Atta was seen frequenting Sun Cruz casino boats as well as being spotted with Sun Cruz co-owner Jack Abramoff according to reports made by several former Sun Cruz employees.
Atta traveled twice to Las Vegas on “surveillance flights” rehearsing how the 9/11 attacks would be carried out. Other hijackers traveled to Las Vegas at different times in the summer of 2001. Some reportedly drank alcohol, gambled, and paid strippers to perform lap dances for them. [11]
Staff at Shuckum’s Oyster Bar later claim that they recognized both Atta and al-Shehhi, as two of the men who had been at the restaurant on either September 7 or 8th. While there are varying stories about Atta’s activities, all sources indicate that al-Shehhi drank rum and coke while talking to the others.
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The attacks
On September 10, Atta picked up al-Omari from the Milner Hotel in Boston, Massachusetts, and the two drove their rented Nissan to a Comfort Inn in Portland, Maine, where they arrived at 5:43 p.m. and spent the night in room 232 only to catch a flight back to Boston the following morning. Possibly this was done by the two men to clear airport security under less scrutiny in Maine than they would have faced at Logan Airport in Boston. It was initially reported that Adnan and Ameer Bukhari were the two hijackers who had rented and driven the car. The FBI also states that Atta made a credit-card purchase in Manhattan, New York on the 10th[12][13]
Thanks to Wiki for the Atta Timeline
Since your account of Atta’s whereabouts contradicts the FBI’s report, perhaps you should contact the authorities, Kay, and straighten them out. Serve your country. Fight terrorists.
*sending morning vibes*
Awesome. You are a psychic and emphatic. I had never heard the word before reading Rosie O’Donnell’s blog. She is one. You have the ability to feel other people’s feelings. Some would call it a gift…some a burden. Native and Irish communities teach their children how to use the gifts for good. I’m sure there are others who do the same. They are the only ones I am aware of.Go to the native american communities for teaching if you are interested…..it is a high honor dear one.Some with these gifts drink themselves to death because they are afraid. Afraid of a wonderful gift.
Martha, I do have some Native American blood in me (West coast Indian, since that’s where my birth mother was from). Cool, huh?
Bill, now I like you even more than I did 2 hours ago! LOL
*catching Smoke’s vibes* Yummy.
Kay, I wouldn’t say that I have similar powers but I will give you this story although it isn’t as freaky or have as much meaning as yours. Years ago I was getting a haircut and then I was going to go to a small party a friend of mine was having in another city 40 minutes away.
As I sat and waited for my turn another guy showed up wanting to get a hair cut, instantly I was overwhelmed with a feeling of evilness coming from him, he just looked like a regular guy but still I felt some bad vibe coming from him and they were so strong that I wouldn’t even look in his direction or attempt to make eye contact, I just listened to him talk with another customer.
Anyway, I got my haircut and left, happy to get out of that guys presence. So later that evening I drive 40 minutes to my friends party which is more of a get together then a party (10-15 people) I’m there for a couple of hours drinking and listening to tunes when the same guy from the barbershop shows up!
Instantly I get that same weird, evil feeling, I hang around for awhile longer, and that bad vibe and evil feeling is getting stronger so I tell my friend that I’m going to head out and tell him the weird feeling I’m getting and that if I stay something is going to happen between me and the guy.
So I head home relieved to get out of there and then the next morning I call my friend to see how everything went, he told me that guy went totally bonkers, and was telling everyone that he had seven demons inside of him, he eventually left but my friend told me he locked his bedroom door that night and slept with his hunting knife next to him… Weird though.
Uh oh. Atta was in Boston Massachusetts in April 2001:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohamed_Atta
Wow! And to think that is the same month and time when my customer saw the two weird Arab men on her flight from Florida to Boston.
Guess what neocon? IT’S 2.5 HOUR DRIVE FROM BOSTON TO PORTLAND. You can make the trip 3 times in one day if you wanted to. Oh, but you think you’re correct and CAN TELL ME HOW TO THINK AND WHAT I NEED TO REMEMBER ABOUT WHAT I EXPERIENCED! Right, moron?
Read the Wiki…he was in the Boston, Mass area quite a few times during 2001.
Kay, I am not a neocon. I live near the Canadian border, like you do, and there are quite a few people of mideastern persuasion seen traveling through town. A week after 9/11, I saw a group of 4 young men speaking what sounded like Arabic in a local outlets mall. Hey, guess what, Toronto has a large Arabic population and sometimes they come to the US for reasons other than hijacking planes.
And how can you be so sure they were Arabs? They could have been Jews. They could have been Lebanese. Did you ask to see their passports?
I think your story is a bit of a stretch for you to be soooooo sure it was Atta you saw. But I’m not surprised, you are soooooo sure of everything.
I disagree with you, and immediately, I am a neocon. Which just proves that you are quick to jump to conclusions without any verification or proof. If Kay says so, then it is. The Goddess has spoken. It’s Magic.
A little bit of advice for you: A liar gives details. A good liar gives no details.
And name calling only shows what a little person you really are, in spirit, in character and in maturity.
Let us know when you see the Great Pumpkin, it should be any day now.
i picked up a cool rock down at the lake today
i wrote your name on it with a magic marker
been sporting a boner for goin’ on 5 hours now
WTF!
Op Ed news has an article saying Oct. 15 in Portland Oregan …Cheney will conduct war games again. My favorite astrologer says Oct. 17 there will be a constitutional crisis. My bet is the military will stop the Dick from bombing Portland. The Marines want to leave Iraq. If Iran were bombed all our military would be killed in Iraq. Guess it’s time to visualize peace like Dennis Kuniich advocates.My comment on this thread is for a reason. o.k. Trying to draw out your thoughts.
Well, I suppose Martha….Dick Cheney bombing Portland, Oregon would get our troops into Iran faster, no? That would be the reason why he would do it, yes? Yep.
It was Atta and al-Omari that I saw and if you don’t believe me then you don’t believe me. An observant person with a great memory GIVES A LOT OF DETAILS. They were “dark” skinned, you know, compared to Mainers who are mainly pasty white from the lack of a summer up here, THEY STOOD OUT. And no, I didn’t go over to their car and say, “For the future in case a neocon needs to know, can I see your passports to find out what country of origin you are from?”. Dumbass!
So, fuck off, loser. If you can dispute my experience with facts, then do it. You won’t be able to.
By the way, it’s less than a 6 hour flight to Florida from up here. Anyone can make a round trip trip if they want. You’re comparing your life to Atta’s/al-Omaris, meaning, you’re thinking, “Well, I have a 40 hour a week job and to plan a trip, even if it’s a drive from Boston to Portland, I’d have to find a babysitter and I’d have to plan my schedule accordingly”. See, moron? These guys were being paid to live here. They didn’t have the everyday stuff to deal with like we do. Atta was flying in America, out of America, and up and down the East coast for all of 2001. Get it, moron?
And yes, calling you names is appropriate, because you’re number than a hake.
It’s funny that the FBI was aware of their movements, but did nothing. Who was in charge? Oh that’s right! Dick Cheney & Georgie Bush.
“Number than a hank.” Well, ain’t that cute. I have not called you any names, I have only called your hand in this crap shoot.
Methinks you do protest too much. And if you need to believe in your mythology, then have at it. But you are doing a great injustice to the Democratic Party by calling yourself a Democrat because it just makes people think that all Dems are whackos like you.
Mystic psychic stones. My ass. You live in a fantasy world. And your mobile home dates back to the ’40′s. Yeah, right. And someday maybe it will turn into a castle when you kiss a prince. Go buy some glass slippers. Get a nose job, lose weight. Miracles can happen.
If you really want to talk, that’s my real email address, babycakes. Let’s go at it.
Let me guess E.b.juan…you believe in gawd, thinks he sits on a chair in the sky and watches your every move, believe he rose from the dead, and like Ann Coulter you believe that all Christians are perfect and that the Jews are not and need to catch up with you.
Wow! You’re a whacko! You and Ann are doing an injustice to the already fucked up republican party. You’re sinking the ship so fast that you don’t even have time to rearrange the deck chairs!
Me email you? Ha! For what? I’d rather talk to a chain saw….not loud and it makes sense! LOL
Kay Limbaugh found her brain. Thats your brain Kay! That big black lump of a rock. Can’t figure out how to get it back in da cranium, eh?
“I constantly had a tingling on the back of my neck and my scalp always felt like it had goosebumps.”
—— Naw, probably was lice.
You worship a friggin rock, and you make fun of people of faith and religion? You are such a joke.
Anyone can edit Wikipedia.
Only idiots use it as an accurate reference.
Try a more trusted source fool.
I worship this rock? Where in my post did I say or imply that? Oh that’s right! I didn’t. The neocon is not connected to anything in it’s life, so therefore, he lashes out against those who are. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, poor widdle neocon. Does Bushie rock you at night to get you to sleep or does he actually rock you up the ass? I think I know. Shhhhhhhhhhhh…..
So my experience isn’t listed on Wikipedia, so therefore I’m wrong? LOL Uh, okay, moron.
POWERFUL ..I just reread your post. I think that your feeling the negative energy has something to do with the war games. The idiots in charge of our country have pissed off the military and the CIA….it just might be pay back time.They are backed into a corner. I completely understand why you are just now writing this.