People often have night dreams. Even the people who say that they never
dream, have dreams. They just forget.
The "reality" dreams are the clearest. The detail
is there as is the action.
On February 5, 2002, I had, what I call, a real dream.
I interacted with the people in my dream. I asked questions and got answers.
The first scene took place in a very large modern dining
room. It was night. The dream began with me sitting at the end of a long
table. Silverware, plates and cups were gleaming and were at each place
setting. Long white candles were in the candle holders in the middle of
the table. The light came from chandeliers hanging from an elaborate ceiling.
I had just put down a crystal water glass and was wiping my mouth with
a white linen napkin. My deceased father and mother were with me at the
table.
We all had looked over to my left. In fact, I had turned
myself to get a better view of a choir. The choir of men and women had
gathered and was singing the song, "You'll Never Walk Alone."
That's the song that starts "When you walk through a storm, hold your
head up high." They did a beautiful job and brought the people to
their feet. The audience was clapping and cheering. Much to my disappointment,
that was the only song they sang.
When they finished singing, they all bent down at the
same time. They picked up white construction hard hats and put them on
their heads. I was startled to see what I thought were flashing red stripes
on the side of each helmet. At that time, I thought each hat had bulbs
and batteries. They walked back to their round tables.
As I was standing there, one of the young women from the
choir came over to me. She said, "I can see that you have a puzzled
look on your face. We are the people from 9-11. We want you and the others
to know that we have come together over here. We call ourselves the 9-11s
because we all crossed over on that day. Right now, we are about three
hundred strong and growing. We help each other and we really want to put
the world back on a peaceful path. We like to think of ourselves as citizens
of the world. We are determined to help make the world a better place and
we have no room for revenge or bad feelings. We help each other in very
positive ways."
I asked her about the hard hats. She said, "The hard
hat and the "markings" on the side were just a signal to others
that they were a group. If people see the hats or the crest, then they
talk to us. If they died on September 11, then they can join the group.
We don't call it a club or organization. There is no executive. We just
meet and work out things ourselves. We are growing as more people know
about us."
She then excused herself and sat at one of the tables.
Police and fire personnel were dressed in uniforms of their respective
units. Pilots and cabin crew from the airlines were dressed in their uniforms.
There were no signs of anyone who took over the planes nor was anything
mentioned about them.
I did notice a man at the end of a dining table. He was
working on what I thought was a key duplicating machine. It certainly made
a loud grinding noise every few moments. I asked someone at the next table
what was going on at the machine. I was told that each of the 9-11 people
were to be given a type of medal. It was for identification purposes.
The scene then changed.
Since you mentioned your dream of a few nights ago, I've
been investigating the part you told me about. I went to the Library and
Amanda told me where to go to connect with the people. I met with some
people you saw in your dream. They call themselves the 9-11s or Nine Elevens.
They wear a small white crest on their clothes and when they go to meetings
or as they call them gatherings, they wear the white construction hard
hats with the "911" on both sides. On the badge and on the helmet,
the numbers are in a reflective red tape. People who were killed on September
11, can become part of the group. I was told that the people who took over
the airplanes, the terrorists, haven't been seen. They did say that the
group is growing from the original numbers of about 200. Their purpose
is to give comfort to one another and to help promote peace on earth. They
wanted to make sure that I knew that it is a truly international group.
It's true that they have a choir. There was talk of calling themselves
the Angell choir after one of their members, but they changed their minds.
There are 20 in the choir: 11 women and 9 men. They have created some low
rise buildings just outside of the Town. They are recreating a small village
or home town.
I didn't get to visit that site yet, but I plan to go
soon. They really care for one another and no one is left alone unless
they want to be left alone. I was told that a psychiatrist is helping them
and I'm sure many more helpers are going to be working there or helping
there I should say. They don't want this group to become an exclusive club.
They plan to enlarge the group and to help others who have crossed over
suddenly--especially the young adults. I found it very interesting that
one of their mottos is "by helping others, we help ourselves."
Of course, there are lots of police and fire people in there.
I'd like to keep you up-to-date on what is going to happen
to this group. In spite of the way that their lives on Earth ended, they
are a very upbeat group as a whole.
I'll talk to you again soon.
Love and peace, Mike
xxx ooo Lynn and Emily
