In Remembrance - 9-11 A Retrospective Look Through Astrology

9/11/2024

I remember 9/11/2001 vividly. That summer, I had a series of terrifying dreams. I was in a skyscraper that was collapsing. I had never had any dreams like that before.

My husband and I were in New York that summer and noticed an odd thing. In many shop windows, there were military displays. Scenes with manikins dressed in fatigues and in one window, I remember a tank. At the time, we lived in Los Angeles, and this was not a thing. There was no fashion movement toward fatigues and military gear. We both took note of how very odd it was. It seemed like a sign born from the collective consciousness. Much like the fascination with foxes before Trump became president (foxes represent trickery).

There was an impending sense of something about to break that built to the night of 9/10/2001. My husband was in Canada on tour, and I started getting this really, really bad feeling—so bad I couldn’t sleep. I’m naturally a night owl, but normally, as soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out. That night, I never went to bed. I paced my house, feeling an intense sense of dread that got worse and worse.

I NEVER watched TV in the morning at that time, mostly because I was never up, and secondly, I was not too fond of the bouncy tiggery energy of morning shows. I’m half-zombie until a few cups of coffee into the day. At about a quarter to six in the morning, I felt compelled to turn on the TV because something was happening. As I did, the Today Show reported an airplane had hit one of the Twin Towers. I knew instantly this was not an accident. I called my mother as the second airplane hit and told her the towers were going to fall and that it was