October 24, 2001: On Being a Receiver—An Alert

For years, I emphasized to clients and audiences, "I only receive positive or preventative information." I felt very good about whatever divinely inspired transmitting-and-receiving devices had been put in place for the work that I'd been assigned (and signed up) to do this lifetime.

Over time, I continued to receive distinct and synchronistic confirmation that my work was, indeed, "In the Light" and from God. Later on, I would coach apprentices on how to position themselves in order to receive information clearly and accurately. Ongoing practice—along with confirmation that I can give, from what I intuit as I monitor them—is the most important tool that helps them to leapfrog over self-doubt. Finally, the most involved and ongoing challenge in this work is interpretation of the information, itself.

Prepped with individual invocations and mindful of these things, my words to the apprentices have been, "The information comes to us, neutral. Unavoidably, it passes through our own personal filters that are shaped by our own repertoire of past experiences."

Up until 9/11,terrorism had never been part of my repertoire. Earlier here (see "Aftermath" above), I mentioned that I read a client, (I'll call) "Sue" in Chicago, one week before 9/11, when I picked up specific images that I could not have defined as future terrorist activity.

Sue is still working here in NYC, near "ground zero," with her disaster work. She may be here for several more months to come. A couple of weeks ago, she scheduled another consultation. When I saw on my calendar that Kathy had scheduled this as a phone reading, I called Sue to say, "If you could drive six hours to meet with me in Chicago, I can certainly take the subway up to Times Square to deliver your next consultation!" She thanked me, and gave me directions to her hotel.

When I came off the elevator at Sue's temporary home, I walked to the end of the hall to look through a large window, down onto Times Square. The colored neon lights below were dazzling. Then I proceeded on to Sue's room, where she welcomed me in.

Sue confirmed more of the information that I'd given her in Chicago, and mentioned that additionally—along with viewing that she would be working by water (after the tall building fell)—that I'd also seen her around a ship. At the time, I speculated that she might be invited on a cruise, or some such. (When I do consultations, I always like to bring clients into seeing what I'm seeing, to accelerate their own multi-sensory awakening. Then we try to interpret, together).

Sue said that she had recently eaten on the U.S. Naval Ship Comfort, a naval hospital ship that was anchored near her work. We discussed more of the details from the Chicago consultation.

I don't access global—political predictions, international events, high profile people—type of information. I view images through a client's consciousness, which I can move forwards and backwards in time. It is through Sue's future consciousness, that I have viewed scenes that are turning out to be global in nature, because she happens to work for an agency who deals with national emergencies. It's Sue's job to show up at disaster sites.

Once again, through Sue's future consciousness, I saw images: I said, "By this future moment, you've been pulled from all the colors. [She reminded me that I've seen this before, a time when she would find herself around many colors. Going into decorating? Or could this be flower essence bottles?"] We attempted to interpret this within the context of what was known or familiar at the time—the only way we can interpret future information, in the present. "Geez!" I said, opening my eyes to look out her hotel window. "Here are the lights in Times Square! I admired them when I got off the elevator!"

I continued: "At the time, you're aware of a jet flying overhead. I don't know if it's headed for another country, or if it's a flight path to/from an airport. There is a pyramid, a bridge, water (naturally), a "MAC"—or "Mc-something"—and an 'ST,' as in 'Steve' or 'Stan.' I remember feeling that I was seeing all this through her eyes, as if facing an event's direction. I waved my right arm far to the right, as if the 'ST' was over to the right. Later, Sue told me that when I turned off the recorder, I said, "That 'ST' just won't go away!" as if I was trying to shake it off.

There was one more image that I really had a hard time in describing. I said, "I'm seeing something that's sort of like a slice of mousse cake." I saw the V-shaped outline of the slice. I said, "It's as if the filling sinks down."

Sue contacted me the next day, and reported that she had just spoken to a friend. She recounted the images that I had relayed. Her friend's name is Bill MAC Arthur. He happens to be from the New York area.

Apparently, at one time in his life, he commuted over the Verrazano Bridge, that connects STanton Island to Brooklyn. Aside from the ferry that transports commuters from the Island, it's the only link to the mainland—to Brooklyn. Many of the Island's population were commuters to the WTC (World Trade Center). And many perished on 9/11.

Bill told Sue that on one side of the bridge, there is a mountain (or hill). At athe foot of it, there is a pyramid-shaped structure. He remembers it as an apartment complex.

Then he mentioned a community center that sits under the bridge. From the Fort Hamilton website:

Since the spring of 1998, Fort Hamilton Military Community has been home to the North Atlantic Division, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. The post is located in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn, N.Y., at the base of the world-famous Verrazano Narrows Bridge.

Bill recalled that it is a circular building, with pie-shaped rooms inside.

November 4th is the day of New York Marathon, when hundreds&—;maybe thousands&—;will run across the Verazzano Bridge. It begins on the Staton Island side of the bridge, allowing the runners to travel through all five New York boroughs.

When I arrived home the night of Sue's consultation, I felt very uncomfortable holding this information. The next morning, I remembered that my client, the FBI agent (see first segment of this ongoing account) had been transferred to another state. We had been out of touch for several years. I recalled the location, and called the FBI in that area. The operator rang me directly to her, and she exclaimed, "Louise! I can't believe it's you! You've been on my mind this morning, and all yesterday!"

"Yes," I replied. "I think that we're supposed to talk!"

She laughed, and I realized how I'd missed this old friend and client&—;the agent who trusted how and why I do what I do&—;and what I get. She told me that in spite of skepticism about intuitives and psychic work in those previous years, that she had shared the recorded tape from her last consultation in California with a few of her colleagues.

"Do you remember, that I was working on the Unibomber case then?" she asked. "I asked you about him, even though I knew that you don't choose to "deal with mayhem."

I vaguely recalled giving her some impressions, almost off-handedly. What I remember vividly is that when she started to leave, she turned back to me and said, "You know, there's a $2 million reward for information that leads to his capture." Jokingly, I said, "Say, why don't you just come on back in here and see what else I might see..." We both laughed, she left, and that was the last I saw of her. I assumed that I'd "struck out" with whatever I told her about the Unibomber.

Now on the phone, she said that I had given several accurate impressions, and that I'd tried to put together several syllables, that in retrospect, added up to the Unibomber's last name. But unfortunately, it is so easy to place this kind of information, in retrospect. I shuddered realizing the impact of what my friend was saying to me. I had no idea.

All those years that I claimed, "I only get positive or preventative information! It had more to do with not having had past experiences that would let me interpret in the context of terrorism or mayhem."

I told her, "Now I have some more information for you."

I feel so very relieved that I have this "friend in high places," who has re-entered in my life in such a timely fashion. She assures me that she will route this information in appropriate directions, once she has cross-referenced it with 300 pages of threats. I feel safe with that. Now I can try to let go of the images, the information that I wouldn't have chosen to receive through anyone's consciousness. Sue remains so helpful and willing to be a "conduit," if necessary. I'm so reminded, why I've chosen not to do this kind of work with the police.

I recently happened to turn on the TV to get the news. It was tuned to the channel that hosts John Edward (on TV's "Crossing Over") a popular "medium." I'm envious of his New York ability to talk fast. Telepathic communication comes in so very quickly. It's difficult to relay information as rapidly as it arrives. People often ask my opinion about him. (There was a serendipitous incident that involved him, mentioned in Heart-Links). I feel that he does very good work and makes my job so much easier, orienting folks as to how we have to interpret images while doing our best to make them tangible and linear.

At the moment that I tuned in, John was saying that a colleague recently told him, "You're just the medium. You're like a postman who delivers the friggin' mail! Don't try to read it!"

How well I can relate to John's admonishment. Now I face the challenge of trying not to speculate about what will evolve, from what I've delivered.

Update: September 27, 2001

I finally did leave a message at the offices for the NYC Marathon. An official called me back, and, though overwhelmed with tons of security issues (as one can imagine), he said that he would relay my information to his colleagues. Later on, I spoke to a friend who works for the NY Daily News. I briefed him and asked for his impressions, given that he is New York savvy and a Brooklyn native. He listened with interest, with a promise not to print the info. A couple of hours later, he forwarded me the following report, "hot off the wire." I believe that it is from the official with whom I spoke.