As smoke billowed, many saw various forms and images in it (demons, faces perhaps also of the deceased—and whatever).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was there a face in this one also (sort of a mask)?

More angles.

There were so many that one cop from The Bronx named Ralph Sarchie collected them.

And so here we are, at 9/11 again, and no matter how many years have passed, we still all pause a second to reflect.

We pray for the deceased (and their families, so saddened this day).

And we note how this event has so many supernatural components that it was obviously a sign.

—In the days after, a strange person playing a trumpet—many believe an angel—was inside the barricaded zone.

—The rubble fell in such a way that two beams stuck in the debris, forming a Cross.

—Collapse of the World Trade Center caused a seismic pulse that damaged the foundation of Federal Hall—where the Bill of Rights were devised and where Washington was actually inaugurated.

—The very date recalls the digits for an emergency phone call (911).

There were the premonitions. Back after it occurred, we interviewed the family of Scott, and she related how he had intense feelings that he was about to die.

Others—dozens—didn’t go to work that day—avoided planned visits to the towers—for various odd reasons.

Still others had vivid dreams of it.

At least one artist sketched the towers exploding months before it happened.

The mystic Maria Esperanza three times predicted a major events due to “enemies on U.S. soil,” including in a fax to us in August of 2001, three weeks before.

There was the story, which we broke, of a Catholic named Tom Burnett who led the charge into the cockpit of that plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. He and his wife Deene both had premonitions that he would die young, so mych so that they tried to double their life insurance policies. He fe;lt he was on some sort of a “mission” that would involve the White House. The plane they stopped from diverting to D.C. is thought to have been aimed at the Capitol. Close enough.

As reported by a newspaper, “After hearing a report about the trumpeter on WNYC radio, [A photographer who goes by the name of Miklos] went to Ground Zero to photograph him. In the eerie quiet of lower Manhattan, he could hear a trumpet as he approached a police barricade. About 150 yards away, Miklos says, the trumpeter stood ‘in this abandoned urban canyon, illuminated by shafts of light caused by the smoke and dust.’” The article went on to say that Miklos raised his telephoto lens, feeling he had “an incredible image” — the photograph of a lifetime — but he couldn’t depress the shutter and so never got the shot.