The Photographer

The next day, as I was walking through the streets of New York, I noticed many buyers selling photographs of the World Trade Center and Battery Park City. One large photo caught my attention. It showed the WTC from before September 11. In the center of this photo was one apartment block that was hard to miss. This was our building. It was easy to see because there is a circle at the top that looks like a missing clock. Of course, I had to buy them. It was attractive and only cost $ 4. When we took the photo home and wanted to hang it on the wall, Jack shouted at me. He said "Look!" It read "Portal" on the back.

Has the area around Point Zero been cleared of old, dark, bad energy? Is the energy still there? Why nearly 3,000 people died? Has their karma been balanced? Have they become helpless victims? Or was it the acceleration of their karma so that their sins were washed away in one lifetime, and not many? Are there similar places in our country or in the world? Can we still prevent similar events?

After a long meditation, I got the impression that Edgar Cayce said, "There are no accidents. There are no casualties." People on a certain level of consciousness understand and usually agree on any way their karma is explained. Most of the cell phone messages heard by friends and relatives of the people who died on 9/11 are incredibly cool and calm. Among the victims of 11/9, calm prevailed, as if they knew what was happening and agreed to it.

Many people couldn't understand or explain how they sat at their desks one minute drinking coffee, then suddenly found themselves on the street in front of the WTC, still holding a cup of coffee in their hand. Many people did not remember and were unaware when they left the building and crossed the street safely.

September 11 was an indescribable tragedy. However, many blessings have been mixed up in this tragedy. For example, all the children in Battery Park City found in their rooms and schools survived, and so did many residents and their pets. There were also employees of the World Trade Center who survived because they missed the train or overslept.

September 11 should be an appeal to all of us. We must appreciate the beauty and blessings of our country. We need to strengthen and increase our relationship with God. We must obey our own inner and angelic guide who is God.

The next day I was meditating

I was told we had been upgraded to this apartment and this building for a specific purpose. The building is located exactly between the WTC and the port. God transformed our abode into what is known as a "portal" or passage to the higher realms. We were used as "Earth helpers" along with the space workers to get the work done. Many other Earth helpers have also been recruited, some in surrounding buildings and others on the street. My guides also told me that many children in this area could die, and from now on it has many children, but many have lost.

I was also told that I would receive proof within 24 hours that this apartment had turned into a portal. I was very curious and I was looking forward to it.

Do not be afraid

walked over to the window overlooking the marina and the Statue of Liberty. I saw a huge white cloud of light passing through the port. I heard a voice saying to me, "Joyce, you must stand by the window and guide these souls of the dead into the light that stands over the harbor. There are many spiritual teachers and angelic forces waiting to be taken to the light that will lead them where they need to go."

At that moment, Jack got up and stood beside me in the window. We stood there for hours until the sun came up. We kept telling the departing spirits, "Go there. Look at the light over the harbor. Come on. Don't be afraid. Your loved ones are waiting for you. They'll help you right now. Don't be afraid!"

The row of creatures seemed endless. They came and went on. Many of them were employees of the World Trade Center who wanted to go back to their offices or call the families and tell them everything was fine. What many did not know was that they no longer inhabited their bodies. Several firefighters were telling jokes with us. One said, "Look, I can fly! Even with my shoes!"

Finally, as the sun rose over the harbor, we understood that the row of souls was about to end. We knew they had already passed. I had the feeling of the room walking through me, and I found Jack and I were tired. I stared at the floor and thought I was standing in a pool of my own sweat.

Once we found our apartment, we went inside shivering

There was no electricity for the entire two days and we had the usual supply in the refrigerator. We were very happy and glad to find the building staff to clean everything up.

Jack and I climbed onto the roof and stood there, grief-stricken. Our wonderful World Trade Center is gone. Instead, there was a large, black, burned-out hole filled with tons of rubble. Many people were working at full speed clearing up the rubble, still hoping to find someone alive. Rescue dogs were brought in, also courageously helping with the cleaning. No one was found.

That night in our apartment we fell asleep with great difficulty. I slept briefly before I woke up. I was tempted to enter the living room. Sleeper than awake, I realized that the room was full of smoke, but not physical. She realized that the room was full of ghosts ... mostly firefighters!

11 September

Two months before September 11th, my husband Jack and I bought a lovely little apartment in the shade of the World Trade Center just 300 meters away. The suite was spectacular with views of the New York Harbor, bridges and the Statue of Liberty. On the day we moved in, Jacek and I entered the roof of our building. Jack looked at the towering 40 floors above our World Trade Center building. Looking up at the magnificent edifice, he said, "God, if these buildings collapse, I pray they won't fall right at us!" We both laughed softly, knowing that this was something not allowed to laugh at.

September 11, 2001 was a beautiful, cloudless day in New York. We went back to our home on Long Island, so we weren't in Manhattan when the attack happened. Jack and I stood depressed and terrified, watching the morning news and seeing the towers burning and collapsing. We saw our little cabin in Battery Park City, dilapidated and completely obscured by black smoke.

When Manhattan reopened after a few weeks, we returned to our little apartment. The air in the city was almost indescribable. There was not only the overwhelming smell of death, but also smoke, plastic, paper, and God knows what else. People walked with their heads down, each wearing either a mask or a handkerchief covering his face. People walked and cried. We have had to overcome many obstacles since traffic was restored. The streets were full of out-of-town Red Cross volunteers. The rescuers put down the food and washed our hands with water. People walked like zombies, unable to cuddle or comprehend what happened to our town. Buses ran for free, taking people wherever they wanted. Volunteers came handing out fruit and water. Most people sat quietly in their homes or sobbed softly.

When we finally got into our building we entered and were greeted by the caretaker. He was usually composed, but not this time. He grabbed Jack and me and started crying. "My God, I thought you both died. The five people who lived here died in the crash. I'm so happy to see you ..." We all hugged.

Slave Cemetery

Before and during the excavation work for the World Trade Center and other structures in the area, the bodies of at least 419 colonial-era African and American slaves were exhumed. In October 2003, they were reburied nearby. The funerals also included the remains of other slaves who were also found at this site in 1991.

Historians say these slaves were brought to lower New York during colonial times and were treated very badly. Young children, teenagers and adults were brought here from Africa and forced to work hard, tortured and killed. The killings were often carried out by hanging, mostly in what is now known as the New York Financial Center. They were buried inside and around the World Trade Center area.

The hunger and torment of slaves lasted for many generations. Over the centuries, the area around "Zero Point" was inflamed with the energy of people who were badly treated, tortured and killed. The energy was never released and it was very negative as the Financial Center started to grow and prosper and people lost or gained money. As financial transactions were made (sometimes honestly, sometimes not), the negative energy in this area grew stronger. The area surrounding the World Trade Center has become an overwhelming dark magnet. Hatred, misery, despair, and human suffering have grown over the centuries. It has never been cleansed or released.

Memories of September 11 - what was, is and will be

Once upon a time when the World Trade Center was under construction, I spoke to a psychologist who was well versed in the construction site. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I know you sometimes enter the World Trade Center construction site. I advise you well, never enter these buildings."

When I asked why, he replied, "These buildings are cursed because of great human suffering. They will surely collapse in our lifetime. Stay away from this place."

His message was precise, but I didn't think it would happen. My husband Jack and I have entered the WTC many times. I had mixed feelings about these buildings. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of these towers and the fact that it was like a flight to ride the elevator to their top. You can see all directions, it was great standing between the clouds.

However, as I walked down the hall or entered the elevator, I got very nervous and felt like crying. Despite the uncertain energy, I loved these buildings and always prayed for the protection of the World Trade Center and its inhabitants. I prayed that if there were to be destruction of buildings, it would be minimal and without any loss of human life.