[Kate of Spice Island]

I have got to say that it is such a tough thing to remember on the anniversary and even in passing on any other day.

We lost "distant" family (second and third cousins on both mom & dad's side) and even without meeting any of them, I know that I will always see them as heroes.

To this day, I still remember looking up between the two towers and feeling dwarfed beyond words. At that time, I had no idea that they were the two buildings from an early childhood vision of 9/11.

Prior to 9/11 I talked about the day of seeing what I saw in my mind and didn't realize that it was a "vision" until the morning of 9/11 and for a very long time I refused to speak of it for a good four years.

Now I realize that what I saw as a child was the very beginning of the visions that I have kept secret for so long and not just the fact that I "thought in pictures" as a child (which I did).

Under stress I do think in pictures and do get frustrated over the inability to communicate in any other language I know. But more than that, learning to deal with seeing things that can only be described as "modern day biblical" is hard for me, even now.

My heart goes out to all of the loved ones of the many that died that day. It also goes out to the many that were so lucky as to not be in either of the towers for whatever reason God chose to allow them to be spared.

[Rca2000]

You are not the only one who had a vision of the terrorist attacks and such. Over a YEAR before it happened, I had a vision of my own.

I have spoken a bit about it here in the past, but I was so castigated and excoriated that I did not go into any more details of what I saw in my dream, but it WAS VERY prophetic!!

[hoosierpearl]

I was on my way to work that day and heard about the first plane hitting. I was at work and heard about the second one. We had trouble getting any kind of news, the internet was overwhelmed.

In my office, my coworkers went to prayer service on their lunch time. The director got angry about that, said this tragedy was none of our business. My coworkers were in trouble over that.

We lit candles in my neighborhood, on our front porches that night.

My church ignored the whole thing, none of our business I guess. I complained about that attitude, we could at least pray for people. My husband led prayers for those lost when no one else would.

We found out three weeks later that my husband's cousin was killed in the Pentagon. It took a while to find his body. The highest ranking officer killed there, I was told.