Nancy Bradley

9-11 New York, lest we forget

June 29, 2009 |  16 comments
Image Credit: Nancy Bradley Nine eleven, (9-11) Sept 11, 2001, will be known as the worse disaster on American soil caused by outside sources. Being a native New Yorker now living in California, 3000 miles away where there was little I could do, the horrific event hit like an ax to the chest. Not only is New York MY city, it is a place of love and acceptance it is a place of excitement and beauty for all to see and experience. It is a place of the new, and old, art, and musicals, museums, restaurants and amazing shops. It is a place of venders, the elite, the eccentric, and horse-drawn carriages through the park. It is a place of stiff necks, looking up at the buildings that are trying so hard to touch the sky. New York is an enigma all its own, not like any other, and the people are each and every one of them as different as they are the same. The melting pot that originally made New York her cultural mismatch also was responsible for making her as self-sufficient and together as any place I have ever experienced in my vast travels. There had to be a higher source that created New York, it could not have happened by accident. The toughness and curtness you see in the New Yorker if you annoy them, to the immediate change in attitude to helpmate if you are in trouble is legendary. They are a strong people. To walk away from New York is a need to come right back. It's just the way it is.

And so my heart broke that very day, and it will always be in stages of healing. Not that it can ever really heal the scars will remain as it will for most of us. Emotions run too deep, anger, sympathy, helping, retaliation. Being psychic has probably taken this to another level as well, as I have to question if there was more I could have done. I know logically the answer is no, and yet I will always look for the answer to that question.

For months prior to the event I had seen in dreams airplanes going into large buildings in New York. I did not see which buildings it would be. At first thought the Empire State, but it was never quite clear in my dreams or vision. I warned government officials that I know, and although in the past they have heeded a warning, all just laughed it off this time, which of course leaves it up to interpretation if the event was likely for whatever reasons pre-destined. However, I know that no person's life is pre-destined we all have free will to make it or break it. Any fool knows that a REAL psychic does not predict your future we leave that to phony fortune tellers. What a real psychic sees and tells you are what is in front of you, what you do with that information is yours to decide. And it was just such a conviction that was credited with saving some of my clients and friends who would otherwise have been in the city that day. Some helicopter from Conn. and up state to the city for work daily. Some live as well as work in the city. Those that stayed home at my urging the week of the event survived. Those that didn't live in my heart. I lost people in 9-11. We all did.

It was a sunny warm day in California when I grabbed my morning coffee and flipped the on button on the computer. In front of me were pictures of a burning building, airliner going into it. Thinking momentarily it was the advertisement for just one more horror movie I paid little attention, until the second picture came up. That rush of emotion I do not want to ever experience again in this lifetime. Horror! Horror! I ran to my husband who was outside working on one of our vehicles, and we began to call friends, relatives and clients in and around New York. No phone calls would get out, and so we sat by the television as the rest of the world did looking for all the information we could get. Spellbound and in tears, the next few days would be a time of changed consciousness, introspection, worry, and anger, as it was for everyone.

The third day after the event we of Gold Rush Ghosts Paranormal Investigations were commissioned to go to New York to try and see what we could find, perhaps make sense of it all. I ordered our plane tickets before the check arrived, but it was weeks before plans could be secured with all that was going on in the confusion. There was so much energy going through the city, firemen, police, worried friends, lovers and family members. My first instinct to me was perhaps the deceased needed a voice and perhaps I could be that voice for them. My husband and I would be happy to try and help find people that were alive in the rubble, and of course the undeniable deceased.

As I look back now I know that I would not be needed for that job, it was being done admirably. There would be time later to administer to the families and try to connect them with their deceased loved ones. Everything is a learning experience for us all, and there was much to know and find about the inner strength of those crushed in the falling buildings. One man in a wheelchair on a high floor at the time of the first airplane hit demanded someone take his beloved dog out of the building. The dog survived, he did not. Another decided to face certain death because he would not leave his friend that was trapped in the building. He cell phoned his family telling them how much he loved them. There were so many acts of pure courage and love shown by those about to die, one trying to save another, I do not think finding their bodies was to be my focus. Their love and courage in the face of certain death and my ability to write about it is. I remember all those weeks later flying into New York. It was a different feeling. From about a half hour before landing, until the time we touched ground, there was a peaceful respectful quietness that I had never seen or experienced before. Not that there was no noise, quite the contrary. There was more noise and hustle then ever before, right from the airport on into the city than I could ever remember. It was the feeling, the unsaid words that caused the peaceful quietness. It was a soul to soul thing. And I knew there really was nothing to say, it was all understood. Dust was still filling the air, particles you could feel and touch even if you did not want to. Faces of people in despair, putting pictures of their missing loved ones up on bulletin boards, walking around in hypnotic states hoping their loved ones were not among the dead but would just be found 'missing' for a short time. Among the pictures of the people was one of a collie. I will never forget that. Because animals are our loved ones too, someone was grieving for his or her pet that was also lost in the rubble somehow. I did not question how, I just felt the pain.

We approached the site where the Twin Towers had been. Work, digging was being done of course, there was still hope that somehow someone was still alive, not rational but for the hope and prayers. The men in uniforms were coming out of the rubble tears in their eyes having found just one more body. Search dogs, the unsung heroes were in depression one handler told me; their goal is to find the living. And so handlers were placing live people in the rubble so that on occasion a dog could find a live one. Dear kind thoughts.

The following photo was taken at the site. We felt the presence of so many that day. The photo is exceptional in as it appears that those who lost their lives were heading upward for a better and safer place. I know there will be skeptics that may have other explanations for the entities about; I am always open for that. However I know what I saw and we captured on film. All is done, accomplished. Not over mind you, just completed in its transition for now. New York has always been a very haunted area worth every investigation we have ever done there. It did not take the horrors of 9-11 to bring spirituality and the continuation of life to our attention. It did not take that to show us the strength of the New Yorker. It is an old city with a lot of stories of the past that are consistently ready to unfold. New York is a paranormalists' dream if you really want to explore ghosts, spirits, and history. Energy is everywhere, in the streets, neighborhoods, and across the bay. It's all around you. And you cannot escape it. And to me, it is all lovely.



On this visit to New York we walked from the docks to our hotel room at the Marriott Marquis at Times Square. There were firefighters in the street, working on a building on 47th Street. We went up and hugged them, we could not help it. God bless them all. God bless those that stood up on 911 and worked for us. We have strong dedicated Americans that protect us which should make us all proud. And, God bless New York.

From the book: Be A Ghost Buster with Gold Rush Ghosts Paranormal Investigations.

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