Thousands more people have died due to the 9/11 toxic dust since 9/11 including 1,600 cops, firefighters, and paramedics. W Bush and his EPA lied and said the air and water were perfectly safe and clean in the months after 9/11.
FDNY added 43 names to their 9/11 dust memorial this year, now a total of around 330 killed from the dust. It will beat the 343 "official death toll" next year. It is disgusting how they refuse to add names to the "official" 2,996 to the two massive water fountain memorials. The toxic dust death toll has eclipsed 3,000 since 4 of 5 years ago. They died from cancer or respiratory illnesses.
I can answer this factually. The first Tower was 40% completed with asbestos before they switched. Also, the architects later assessed that the buildings did not have enough fireproofing, so a kind of fiberglass concrete Fireproof material was sprayed on the undersides of the floors and on all of the support trusses. That is why there was so much dust as the WTC collapsed. The floors were only four inches thick of concrete on trusses, with this fireproofing sprayed underneath. It was all of the fireproofing material that they had sprayed on after the buildings were completed but not yet finished for occupancy.
Friend, asbestos typically causes lung cancers, but the blood cancers and other things were not caused by the asbestos but by something even darker. The World Trade Centers were taken down by small, plutonium-based nuclear demolition charges made out of plutonium the USA gave to Israel in 1968. The devices are literally the size of a soda can, and they fission very efficiently. A lot of people don't know or don't remember that the USGS found cesium and strontium, clear radioactive remnants of plutonium combustion at the site. You may still be able to find John Prager's work on this.
You may have seen pictures of the technicians working in one of those floors of the world trade center, setting up all of those BB18 boxes. These nuclear demolition charges when detonated produce 99.9% x-rays. Did you know? The fireball from a nuclear explosion is actually basically the result of incomplete combustion of the fissile material. Most of the energy released in a nuclear explosion, especially if that explosion is clean, will be x-rays. And, as you know, x-rays lead to the kinds of things we saw taking out the first responders. Blood diseases, brain cancers, basically radiation caused cancers.
The X-rays can be magnetically "lensed," or focused. This is what created so much molten steel.
These nuclear demolition charges were also used in the belly bombing in 2002, which, you'll remember, happened near Australia when Australia's support of the Iraq war started to wane. Supposedly there was a bomb in a van placed outside of a disco in the party hub of downtown, there, but it was not a chemical explosion. The doctors reported not treating explosion victims, where you would find impact wounds from high speed projectiles but instead the doctors were treating second third and even fourth degree burns. Witnesses reported seeing a double flash as the bomb detonated, which is characteristic of the nuclear explosion. Bear in mind, please, that these devices produce extremely, extremely small yields, measured perhaps only in the several dozen tons of TNT range. The amount of plutonium needed to create such an explosion might only be the size of a BB.
EDIT: Here is a great video that JUST came out about small nuclear explosions!
In the video I posted a few times right about the middle there are video segments w the scientists that monitored the air debris and water. .that's where they found the orange reddish nano thermite particulates. They had a number of other things though st 436 am and a little over an hour before my alarm goes off to pick my skn up at work I dont want to rely on memory. You can look at it.
https://youtu.be/l0Q5eZhCPuc?si=NK3Gsx2eKUhIV14F
Last night a couple frogs asked me to relate my experience on 9/11 so, here goes. I took the subway to my office on Broadway, literally 1/2 block away from the world trade center, to my design studio where I was designing games for clients like McDonald's, Toymax, Sony, the usual. If you ever worked in New York city advertising or design, it was an inside joke how everyone had Sony as a client. That morning I was designing something for this new start-up online digital magazine company, ironically, a company that still exists today, which is really rare.
Anyway, the building I worked in was originally built in 1870 or so (the building no longer exists, it was torn down, which is tragic because it was a beautiful old building, but it was constantly breaking and falling apart which is too bad) myself and another guy had the entire half of the west side of the top 12 floor as our design studio. We were really killing it, the dot.com boom had already collapsed, but we had struck out on our own and were doing pretty well.
I took the N/R subway line to work that day from my flat in Brooklyn. The trip took me under the water in the tunnels, and around through Manhattan into a subway station called Cortlandt Street, and you should see pictures of what the subway looked like afterwards. That subway station, over a century old, was the only station totally destroyed that morning. That Tuesday night was going to be the birthday party of a very good girlfriend of mine, I was going to head over to her and her boyfriend's place, he was a pretty up there mover in the New York literary world. I went into the World Trade Center to the Barnes & Noble and bought a book about something I thought she might like to give to her as a present that night.
My building had a tiny elevator stuffed into a former stairwell, like, you could only fit max three people in it, and I believe that that's where I was when the first plane hit. When I got to my desk I was not aware that the first plane had crashed into the building. Sitting at my desk and getting to work, I found it very strange that ambulances and fire engines and police cars were all on their way, like, ALL of them, it seemed, every single one of them on the planet. I went to my window and looked out but couldn't see anything. The WTC stretched all the way up into the sky, you could not see the top of it from my window, that's how close to the WTC my office was. Just up the street you could see Liberty Church, which later became Grand Central for all the posters and flowers and missing person flyers. But I noticed that usually all of the traffic down on Broadway below which was usually packed with yellow taxis was now packed with a bus and fire engines and police cars, so I went downstairs to try and figure out what is going on since it was also incredibly unusual. I left all my stuff at my desk thinking I would just head back up once I learned what the big emergency was. Boy, was I wrong. It turns out I wasn't going to see my desk again for another two or so weeks, and when I got back there, it would be only with the escort of an NYPD officer, this big hilarious black lady, and that my laptop, messenger bag, wallet, nice desk, everything would be covered in 2 inches of crazy neutral grey toxic dust.
When I got down to street level it was absolute chaos, the tension was palpable. People were either running or just standing there with their jaws open looking at the sky. At the front door of my building was a NYPD officer pushing people south and away from the building. The officer did not let me return it to the building. My wallet, my laptop was still up there. I got pushed south.
I ended up walking down to the Battery (an extension west and maybe south of Manhattan, basically where they dumped everything they dug up during building the WTC) near where the west side pedestrian highway starts. I was an avid rollerblader at the time (I used to be able to rollerblade down from 50th and 8th Avenue, Midtown, down through Manhattan and over the Brooklyn bridge and get to my flat at Prospect Park before my girlfriend could get there from the same office off the subway, LOL). The rumours were flying like crazy, people were freaking out. Our phones were only working intermittently and occasionally someone would say they heard that a plane had hit the Sears Tower in Chicago, that terrorists were storming the White House, or a plane had crashed into Congress. It was pretty wild. For the longest time most everyone just assumed that the plane crash had been a terrible, totally freak accident, that is, of course, until the second plan came in. I only saw it for maybe 5 seconds. A 767 just blazed right over my head and clipped the SE corner of the south tower. Everyone was screaming their heads off, people were passing out in fear, women were screaming or fainting. It was bizarre. I walked up the west side highway sidewalk and watched the north tower. It had a huge gaping wound. I stood there watching the towers burn. I could see the faces of people up above the impact point waving things, some of them hanging out of the building so precariously. I couldn't imagine what they were going through. As time went on and the smoke got stronger and sometimes the flames would appear and retreat from the windows, you would see people either accidentally lose their footing and fall or jump. It was crazy to be able to see the faces of the people falling.
For some reason my personality somehow seems to think that major events, total chaos, panic situations or whatever are more normal than normal life. Handling a crisis or figuring out out what to do in an extremely tense situation is often easier then just handling normal life because it's all rather obvious. Probably a lot of GAW is this way. The difficult things for personalities like ours I think is figuring out the subtle and often irrational dynamics, say, of a dinner party or someone's friends who are fighting or secretly don't like each other or whatever, that kind of thing is hard. But a major crisis like 9/11, I just felt totally calm.
When the first tower fell everyone was so shocked. The building was barely smoking, the fires were isolated to one area, and it fell quickly, it didn't tumble over a bit by bit as the fires ate this or that. It just was gone in 10 seconds. That's when a sense of numbness kicked in. It was absolutely crazy, totally bizarre. My brain didn't think it was a demolition or anything. I had never delved into any of the architects for 9/11 truth - level stuff, obviously, etc, I didn't understand how buildings were even constructed really. It didn't occur to me that I had witnessed the crime of the century.
My best friend Richard at that time worked at Citibank, and I was worried about what he was going through and whatever, so somehow I figured to walk on over and down by the Chinese buffet that he and I used to meet at all the time. On the way over there I passed by the second plane's landing gear. Police were wrapping the scene with yellow crime scene tape as I passed by. I'm an avid plane watcher, and it's absolutely bizarre even now to just think about seeing some landing gear ripped off from an airplane lying there in the street.
My friend Richard was there waiting outside at the buffet, lol, he had the same thought, he knew I'd think that, even tho we obviously never planned it. Amazing. I was relieved to have someone to spend the rest of the day with. The police were by then expanding the perimeter even further, on up towards City Hall. There, people were already springing into action, they had gotten lumber from somewhere and were nailing together stretchers that they we're hoping they could use to bring out the injured or dead which they expected to find once rescue parties started operating in ground zero. Obviously the stretchers weren't used. It's kind of crazy to think about now.
Since the Brooklyn bridge basically starts there and we lived in Brooklyn, we walked home over the Brooklyn bridge. It was a quick walk. There were several people covered in dust walking toward Brooklyn along with us. They were walking like zombies . One black lady looked totally white, she was so covered in dust. We went to the Brooklyn Battery where we watched the second building fall. We stood there at the battery for hours grabbing pieces of paper falling from the sky. Mostly law books, all of them singed around the edges, but the papers were totally readable. Very weird. Some pieces of paper had handwriting on them.
My friend and I walked home and we sat on deck chairs on my roof watching the dust drift south from Manhattan. I clearly and distinctly remember seeing the E4B doomsday 747 orbiting Manhattan for about 15-20 minutes (I believe it was shortly after the first building fell but before the second one did, but I'm not sure), and the sky filling with the occasional F-15 fighter jets.
My downstairs neighbour a few doors away, a Jamaican gentleman, was one of the 343 firefighters. He was an amateur astronomer. I visited the firefighter memorial in Colorado springs to see his name in the monument there. Very weird to see.
I never had nightmares per se but tons of really bizarre, strange dreams, almost like the energy was infected with everyone else's. For the next month everything was so strange. It was fall, it was starting to get cold, and the city continued to operate, but kind of on mental autopilot, as if everyone was just walking around in a numb haze. I was just numb as anyone. Even though I had worked at his journalist and had seen dead bodies at crime scenes, car crashes, what have you, that was the first time I had actually witnessed a major event as it happened, totally caught in the middle of it like everyone else. It was bizarre to have watched people fall to their deaths, and to have basically been standing there while 3,000 people died. I could have been easily one of them. About a month later, as southern Manhattan started to open up again, I remember my first hockey game I played at the rinks in Chelsea Piers. I remember the captain of my hockey team, and investment banker I think, sitting there explaining how he had a corner office on the 104th floor of the North tower. He would 100% have been dead that day had someone not accidentally rear-ended him on the Verrazano bridge on his way into work. He looked numb. The first plane hit the towers while he was in the parkade parking his car. Just bizarre to see his face as he was coming to grips with the fact that it was just absolutely 100% pure luck that he is alive that day.
Before I close, random aside, it totally surprised me that there wasn't a parachute that day. If I had an office on the 104th floor, I might have thought about sneaking a parachute into the bottom desk drawer. Myself and my friends used to go to this bar called the greatest bar on Earth at the top of the WTC and it was absolutely mind blowing how tall this building was. It just felt like there was no way that you could really depend on firefighters or other first responders if you had an office up there.
As with other of the really great comments here in this thread, 9/11 changed my life forever. In one day I totally lost my innocence. In one day I realized, holy cow, okay, it's clear there are things happening, forces at work in the world that I just don't understand. I felt embarrassed to be broad-sided like that. For years I lied to everyone that asked about where I was that day, saying something like I slept through my alarm, I decided to take the day off, I was far away from everything, but I just couldn't even think of a way to explain it to words what happened that day. It took me 10 years to tell my parents that I was trying to protect them from worrying about me by saying I was somewhere else.
Thank you for sharing this. We went to a funeral in Arlington for someone we lost at the Pentagon. The day was a blur, but I remember the funerals were one right after the other.
I am very emotional today. It has taken me many years to learn what an empath is- I am one. It feels like the "airwaves" are clogged with emotion and my body is an antennae. I don't know how accurate that is, but your description: "almost like the energy was affected with everyone elses's" makes srnse to me.
I am grateful for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who is always restoring my soul.
Wow. Yeah, all the stories are so gripping. It's so bizarre to suddenly be at funerals all the time, isn't it. Thank you for sharing.
If I'm an empath, I'm a terrible, seriously bad one. If I sense the emotions of people around me, I don't know that I do a real good job of processing it into anything useful. All I feel are a jumbled baths of images and unfamiliar emotions around me. It's like after 9/11 my antenna was completely wax for the next 3 months straight. My dreams were absolutely crazy off the charts, it's like I was receiving subconscious energy from other people and it was just all coming in a nonsensical stream.
It's only been maybe in the last 10 years that I've been able to get through 9/11 without seriously getting drunk off my ass. I remember a few occasions where 9/11 began as another sunny tuesday, and by 11:00 a.m. I had already hit the liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka, and it was gone by 5:00 p.m.. not good. I know how to process the death of a loved one, or a cat, or a car accident, something that happens locally in my life, but, it's really hard to mourn or process something that killed 3,000 strangers, you know? And radically changed the world towards tyranny?
I can't imagine having been in the city and witnessed what you witnessed... but yes, we were all feeling the grief of "what if that were our btother, mom, dad, sister...." The tyranny continues.
Windows on the World. I remember it well. I lost 12 associates who worked at General Radio up on 80 something floor.
My first hand view was of the Pentagon. I had just dropped my daughter off at pre-K 1 mile from the Pentagon. I got back home and my biz partner was at a NJ rest stop en route to NYC.
I turned on the TV in time to see the second ne hit. Then the Pentagon was hit.
I threw on my gear and jumped in my BMW and went screaming right back down Washington Blvd to go get my daughter. Drove right past the gaping and still on fire hole. No one I know saw a plane that day.
Except that asshole Malcolm Nance. I knew him. He’s a DS shill who still claims he was standing in the parking lot and watched the plane fly overhead.
911 led to me becoming totally estranged from the world. Many people died on the day and since, and they paid the ultimate price, so I cannot compare myself to them, but still, thanks to 911 I lost at least 5 years of my life to sheer bewilderment that such a glaring psyop could happen, and not be seen as such. In some ways I will never get over it, because I can't have the time back. I honestly delayed having children, of taking the world seriously, directly because of the trauma of that crime going unpunished.
And it kicked off so much more too. Having to watch lies upon lies ever since has been so painful. Anyway, onward to victory!
This. And then covid totally finished me off. I still have emotions and still care about people, I just got divorced thanks to covid, by the way. My ex got vaxed and turned into a triple master, she followed covid as if it was a sports team, like, she would look up the covid stats the same way someone would follow a baseball team. I'll check it out! Covid is catching up on the yankees? They're only six games behind! Lol. What a loser.
God is good, however. What ended as a friendless, childless marriage has somehow suddenly transferred into a relationship with this wonderful woman who has two wonderful kids. Want to hear the most bizarre thing? How we met. All I did was put the word UNJABBED in my Telegram profile. Then I set it to be discoverable to people nearby. Somehow, although she lives 8 hours away, she saw my profile and said hello. That was back in march. We started talking, and, well, the rest is history and we are in a wonderful relationship now. Amazing.
I remember as a young man when the Patriot Act was being "debated". That was when I TOOK my first redpill. I did my first actual 'digs'. I started to question my fealty to Cheney and Rumsfeld. It didnt take long to learn he was the fucking anti-Christ. Then I questioned the whole Bush admin. Then I was deployed to Iraq. Then I knew. Cognitive dissonance hit like a baseball bat to the nuts. But, the shock wore off, and I began to see reality where others could not, or would not. The Patriot Act is an abomination.
This. Absolutely this. I was one of those liberals that was relieved that Obama got elected. I thought, well, that's the end of the Republican War machine. I didn't really understand the unit party thing. People that walk around bragging that they totally saw through Obama are such posers. Me and so many other people were taken in by how slick he was. I totally took the fake sincerity of the progressives and liberals around me at face value. Don't take much at face value anymore, hey?
9/11 was definitely the line of demarcation between the new world (order) and the old world as I knew it.
Things were always f'd up, but they blatantly started lying to us 24/7. The world epitomized by the kids playing on bikes in the neighborhood was lost.
They cranked up their efforts to kill God and we, often reluctantly, started straightening up and seeking answers which ultimately lead us back to God - because we found out, all else is tainted with evil.
I believe The Great Awakening is our inevitable journey back to God. All else is f'd. There is no other place to go but back to God, whether people want to realize that yet or not.
Great comment. I was already in my early thirties when 9/11 happened but, I remember being a kid in the 70s and it was such an idyllic time, I had no idea that I was going to be the last generation to build a treehouse, jump bikes off plywood ramps, play with matches in the park, stuff like that. Even kids at the local skatepark today have such different experiences. Pedophiles and predators and drugs permeate that culture now, when I was a kid it was almost arrogantly innocent
Amen. 9/11 was the catalyst for my awakening. If our Govt. can do that, they can do anything, I thought. I believe if the world was to awaken to what happened that day, it would expose everything.
And THEN they put a minaret on the top of the "freedom" tower . . . Our President ( as a citizen back then) called it a disgrace. It was also a cold insult and slap in the face to every one of us whom they lied to.
And that tower is also very clearly architecturally a merge of the two former towers, the upside down interlocking triangles represent the androgynous multi-gender Baphomet, the unity of male and female
Hadn't heard or considered that, but it's no surprise to learn that. I'm a badass architect, but haven't had the time or inclination to look at the design and read into its symbolism.
I went to the University of California circa 2003-2005, studied in sociology. My liberal professors were extremely against the Patriot act: citing valid reasons to be against the law.
Liberal Professors today are saying its not enough, and we need to monitor Americans more.
and the bizarre circumstance that Larry Silverstein happened to buy new insurance on his newly acquired buildings and make twice what they were covered for because the two planes were claimed as separate attacks..
Well said. All of these agencies must be stripped down and only bare bones left. Those traitors in the government and military who have and continue to sell out this country and its citizens must be tried, convicted and dispatched, not imprisoned. They cared not who was injured or destroyed and we must not care about their destruction, only demand it in return. They are evil entities and will never change. They did it for greed and power, with an evil nonchalance.
Its not "government" that is the problem. It is psychopaths pretending to be normal humans that gain all the positions of power. Nothing will change unless people learn basic psychology
Thousands more people have died due to the 9/11 toxic dust since 9/11 including 1,600 cops, firefighters, and paramedics. W Bush and his EPA lied and said the air and water were perfectly safe and clean in the months after 9/11.
https://www.northjersey.com/story/news/health/2023/09/11/nj-doctor-thinks-three-of-his-multiple-myeloma-cancer-patients-are-911-victims/70784178007/
FDNY added 43 names to their 9/11 dust memorial this year, now a total of around 330 killed from the dust. It will beat the 343 "official death toll" next year. It is disgusting how they refuse to add names to the "official" 2,996 to the two massive water fountain memorials. The toxic dust death toll has eclipsed 3,000 since 4 of 5 years ago. They died from cancer or respiratory illnesses.
https://www.nyc.gov/site/fdny/news/041-23/fdny-adds-43-names-memorial-wall-deaths-related-world-trade-center-illnesses#/0
What's your theory on the toxic dust?
What did it consist of?
I don't think it's solely asbestos...
I can answer this factually. The first Tower was 40% completed with asbestos before they switched. Also, the architects later assessed that the buildings did not have enough fireproofing, so a kind of fiberglass concrete Fireproof material was sprayed on the undersides of the floors and on all of the support trusses. That is why there was so much dust as the WTC collapsed. The floors were only four inches thick of concrete on trusses, with this fireproofing sprayed underneath. It was all of the fireproofing material that they had sprayed on after the buildings were completed but not yet finished for occupancy.
ThanQ.
Friend, asbestos typically causes lung cancers, but the blood cancers and other things were not caused by the asbestos but by something even darker. The World Trade Centers were taken down by small, plutonium-based nuclear demolition charges made out of plutonium the USA gave to Israel in 1968. The devices are literally the size of a soda can, and they fission very efficiently. A lot of people don't know or don't remember that the USGS found cesium and strontium, clear radioactive remnants of plutonium combustion at the site. You may still be able to find John Prager's work on this.
You may have seen pictures of the technicians working in one of those floors of the world trade center, setting up all of those BB18 boxes. These nuclear demolition charges when detonated produce 99.9% x-rays. Did you know? The fireball from a nuclear explosion is actually basically the result of incomplete combustion of the fissile material. Most of the energy released in a nuclear explosion, especially if that explosion is clean, will be x-rays. And, as you know, x-rays lead to the kinds of things we saw taking out the first responders. Blood diseases, brain cancers, basically radiation caused cancers.
The X-rays can be magnetically "lensed," or focused. This is what created so much molten steel.
These nuclear demolition charges were also used in the belly bombing in 2002, which, you'll remember, happened near Australia when Australia's support of the Iraq war started to wane. Supposedly there was a bomb in a van placed outside of a disco in the party hub of downtown, there, but it was not a chemical explosion. The doctors reported not treating explosion victims, where you would find impact wounds from high speed projectiles but instead the doctors were treating second third and even fourth degree burns. Witnesses reported seeing a double flash as the bomb detonated, which is characteristic of the nuclear explosion. Bear in mind, please, that these devices produce extremely, extremely small yields, measured perhaps only in the several dozen tons of TNT range. The amount of plutonium needed to create such an explosion might only be the size of a BB.
EDIT: Here is a great video that JUST came out about small nuclear explosions!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8QdjXyz_qQ
https://ibb.co/GkppT9t
2002 Sum of All Fears
Also referenced in Q 1306
The cars in NY look like the ones in Maui.
Sorry for your loss, fren.
Thanks for the PDF/link on the dust.
In the video I posted a few times right about the middle there are video segments w the scientists that monitored the air debris and water. .that's where they found the orange reddish nano thermite particulates. They had a number of other things though st 436 am and a little over an hour before my alarm goes off to pick my skn up at work I dont want to rely on memory. You can look at it. https://youtu.be/l0Q5eZhCPuc?si=NK3Gsx2eKUhIV14F
Around 55 minutes in .
ThanQ for posting this. It’s all so sad and infuriating.
Last night a couple frogs asked me to relate my experience on 9/11 so, here goes. I took the subway to my office on Broadway, literally 1/2 block away from the world trade center, to my design studio where I was designing games for clients like McDonald's, Toymax, Sony, the usual. If you ever worked in New York city advertising or design, it was an inside joke how everyone had Sony as a client. That morning I was designing something for this new start-up online digital magazine company, ironically, a company that still exists today, which is really rare.
Anyway, the building I worked in was originally built in 1870 or so (the building no longer exists, it was torn down, which is tragic because it was a beautiful old building, but it was constantly breaking and falling apart which is too bad) myself and another guy had the entire half of the west side of the top 12 floor as our design studio. We were really killing it, the dot.com boom had already collapsed, but we had struck out on our own and were doing pretty well.
I took the N/R subway line to work that day from my flat in Brooklyn. The trip took me under the water in the tunnels, and around through Manhattan into a subway station called Cortlandt Street, and you should see pictures of what the subway looked like afterwards. That subway station, over a century old, was the only station totally destroyed that morning. That Tuesday night was going to be the birthday party of a very good girlfriend of mine, I was going to head over to her and her boyfriend's place, he was a pretty up there mover in the New York literary world. I went into the World Trade Center to the Barnes & Noble and bought a book about something I thought she might like to give to her as a present that night.
My building had a tiny elevator stuffed into a former stairwell, like, you could only fit max three people in it, and I believe that that's where I was when the first plane hit. When I got to my desk I was not aware that the first plane had crashed into the building. Sitting at my desk and getting to work, I found it very strange that ambulances and fire engines and police cars were all on their way, like, ALL of them, it seemed, every single one of them on the planet. I went to my window and looked out but couldn't see anything. The WTC stretched all the way up into the sky, you could not see the top of it from my window, that's how close to the WTC my office was. Just up the street you could see Liberty Church, which later became Grand Central for all the posters and flowers and missing person flyers. But I noticed that usually all of the traffic down on Broadway below which was usually packed with yellow taxis was now packed with a bus and fire engines and police cars, so I went downstairs to try and figure out what is going on since it was also incredibly unusual. I left all my stuff at my desk thinking I would just head back up once I learned what the big emergency was. Boy, was I wrong. It turns out I wasn't going to see my desk again for another two or so weeks, and when I got back there, it would be only with the escort of an NYPD officer, this big hilarious black lady, and that my laptop, messenger bag, wallet, nice desk, everything would be covered in 2 inches of crazy neutral grey toxic dust.
When I got down to street level it was absolute chaos, the tension was palpable. People were either running or just standing there with their jaws open looking at the sky. At the front door of my building was a NYPD officer pushing people south and away from the building. The officer did not let me return it to the building. My wallet, my laptop was still up there. I got pushed south.
I ended up walking down to the Battery (an extension west and maybe south of Manhattan, basically where they dumped everything they dug up during building the WTC) near where the west side pedestrian highway starts. I was an avid rollerblader at the time (I used to be able to rollerblade down from 50th and 8th Avenue, Midtown, down through Manhattan and over the Brooklyn bridge and get to my flat at Prospect Park before my girlfriend could get there from the same office off the subway, LOL). The rumours were flying like crazy, people were freaking out. Our phones were only working intermittently and occasionally someone would say they heard that a plane had hit the Sears Tower in Chicago, that terrorists were storming the White House, or a plane had crashed into Congress. It was pretty wild. For the longest time most everyone just assumed that the plane crash had been a terrible, totally freak accident, that is, of course, until the second plan came in. I only saw it for maybe 5 seconds. A 767 just blazed right over my head and clipped the SE corner of the south tower. Everyone was screaming their heads off, people were passing out in fear, women were screaming or fainting. It was bizarre. I walked up the west side highway sidewalk and watched the north tower. It had a huge gaping wound. I stood there watching the towers burn. I could see the faces of people up above the impact point waving things, some of them hanging out of the building so precariously. I couldn't imagine what they were going through. As time went on and the smoke got stronger and sometimes the flames would appear and retreat from the windows, you would see people either accidentally lose their footing and fall or jump. It was crazy to be able to see the faces of the people falling.
For some reason my personality somehow seems to think that major events, total chaos, panic situations or whatever are more normal than normal life. Handling a crisis or figuring out out what to do in an extremely tense situation is often easier then just handling normal life because it's all rather obvious. Probably a lot of GAW is this way. The difficult things for personalities like ours I think is figuring out the subtle and often irrational dynamics, say, of a dinner party or someone's friends who are fighting or secretly don't like each other or whatever, that kind of thing is hard. But a major crisis like 9/11, I just felt totally calm.
When the first tower fell everyone was so shocked. The building was barely smoking, the fires were isolated to one area, and it fell quickly, it didn't tumble over a bit by bit as the fires ate this or that. It just was gone in 10 seconds. That's when a sense of numbness kicked in. It was absolutely crazy, totally bizarre. My brain didn't think it was a demolition or anything. I had never delved into any of the architects for 9/11 truth - level stuff, obviously, etc, I didn't understand how buildings were even constructed really. It didn't occur to me that I had witnessed the crime of the century.
My best friend Richard at that time worked at Citibank, and I was worried about what he was going through and whatever, so somehow I figured to walk on over and down by the Chinese buffet that he and I used to meet at all the time. On the way over there I passed by the second plane's landing gear. Police were wrapping the scene with yellow crime scene tape as I passed by. I'm an avid plane watcher, and it's absolutely bizarre even now to just think about seeing some landing gear ripped off from an airplane lying there in the street.
My friend Richard was there waiting outside at the buffet, lol, he had the same thought, he knew I'd think that, even tho we obviously never planned it. Amazing. I was relieved to have someone to spend the rest of the day with. The police were by then expanding the perimeter even further, on up towards City Hall. There, people were already springing into action, they had gotten lumber from somewhere and were nailing together stretchers that they we're hoping they could use to bring out the injured or dead which they expected to find once rescue parties started operating in ground zero. Obviously the stretchers weren't used. It's kind of crazy to think about now.
Since the Brooklyn bridge basically starts there and we lived in Brooklyn, we walked home over the Brooklyn bridge. It was a quick walk. There were several people covered in dust walking toward Brooklyn along with us. They were walking like zombies . One black lady looked totally white, she was so covered in dust. We went to the Brooklyn Battery where we watched the second building fall. We stood there at the battery for hours grabbing pieces of paper falling from the sky. Mostly law books, all of them singed around the edges, but the papers were totally readable. Very weird. Some pieces of paper had handwriting on them.
My friend and I walked home and we sat on deck chairs on my roof watching the dust drift south from Manhattan. I clearly and distinctly remember seeing the E4B doomsday 747 orbiting Manhattan for about 15-20 minutes (I believe it was shortly after the first building fell but before the second one did, but I'm not sure), and the sky filling with the occasional F-15 fighter jets.
My downstairs neighbour a few doors away, a Jamaican gentleman, was one of the 343 firefighters. He was an amateur astronomer. I visited the firefighter memorial in Colorado springs to see his name in the monument there. Very weird to see.
I never had nightmares per se but tons of really bizarre, strange dreams, almost like the energy was infected with everyone else's. For the next month everything was so strange. It was fall, it was starting to get cold, and the city continued to operate, but kind of on mental autopilot, as if everyone was just walking around in a numb haze. I was just numb as anyone. Even though I had worked at his journalist and had seen dead bodies at crime scenes, car crashes, what have you, that was the first time I had actually witnessed a major event as it happened, totally caught in the middle of it like everyone else. It was bizarre to have watched people fall to their deaths, and to have basically been standing there while 3,000 people died. I could have been easily one of them. About a month later, as southern Manhattan started to open up again, I remember my first hockey game I played at the rinks in Chelsea Piers. I remember the captain of my hockey team, and investment banker I think, sitting there explaining how he had a corner office on the 104th floor of the North tower. He would 100% have been dead that day had someone not accidentally rear-ended him on the Verrazano bridge on his way into work. He looked numb. The first plane hit the towers while he was in the parkade parking his car. Just bizarre to see his face as he was coming to grips with the fact that it was just absolutely 100% pure luck that he is alive that day.
Before I close, random aside, it totally surprised me that there wasn't a parachute that day. If I had an office on the 104th floor, I might have thought about sneaking a parachute into the bottom desk drawer. Myself and my friends used to go to this bar called the greatest bar on Earth at the top of the WTC and it was absolutely mind blowing how tall this building was. It just felt like there was no way that you could really depend on firefighters or other first responders if you had an office up there.
As with other of the really great comments here in this thread, 9/11 changed my life forever. In one day I totally lost my innocence. In one day I realized, holy cow, okay, it's clear there are things happening, forces at work in the world that I just don't understand. I felt embarrassed to be broad-sided like that. For years I lied to everyone that asked about where I was that day, saying something like I slept through my alarm, I decided to take the day off, I was far away from everything, but I just couldn't even think of a way to explain it to words what happened that day. It took me 10 years to tell my parents that I was trying to protect them from worrying about me by saying I was somewhere else.
Thank you for sharing this...I am sure these are not pleasant remembrances...this was tragic in SO many ways...
Thank you for sharing this. We went to a funeral in Arlington for someone we lost at the Pentagon. The day was a blur, but I remember the funerals were one right after the other.
I am very emotional today. It has taken me many years to learn what an empath is- I am one. It feels like the "airwaves" are clogged with emotion and my body is an antennae. I don't know how accurate that is, but your description: "almost like the energy was affected with everyone elses's" makes srnse to me.
I am grateful for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who is always restoring my soul.
Wow. Yeah, all the stories are so gripping. It's so bizarre to suddenly be at funerals all the time, isn't it. Thank you for sharing.
If I'm an empath, I'm a terrible, seriously bad one. If I sense the emotions of people around me, I don't know that I do a real good job of processing it into anything useful. All I feel are a jumbled baths of images and unfamiliar emotions around me. It's like after 9/11 my antenna was completely wax for the next 3 months straight. My dreams were absolutely crazy off the charts, it's like I was receiving subconscious energy from other people and it was just all coming in a nonsensical stream.
It's only been maybe in the last 10 years that I've been able to get through 9/11 without seriously getting drunk off my ass. I remember a few occasions where 9/11 began as another sunny tuesday, and by 11:00 a.m. I had already hit the liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka, and it was gone by 5:00 p.m.. not good. I know how to process the death of a loved one, or a cat, or a car accident, something that happens locally in my life, but, it's really hard to mourn or process something that killed 3,000 strangers, you know? And radically changed the world towards tyranny?
We're all connected. Some are more aware or sensitive than others. Maybe a part of the Great Awakening?
I can't imagine having been in the city and witnessed what you witnessed... but yes, we were all feeling the grief of "what if that were our btother, mom, dad, sister...." The tyranny continues.
I watched the 2nd plane on a small 17 inch tv on my office in NC with some coworkers.
Your words made me understand what it looked like and felt like from a personal perspective. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing, cats. .It must be mind-blowing to have witnessed the cabal attack on us first-hand . . . Godspeed fren.
WOW! Catsfive, it may be time to write a book!?!
Windows on the World. I remember it well. I lost 12 associates who worked at General Radio up on 80 something floor.
My first hand view was of the Pentagon. I had just dropped my daughter off at pre-K 1 mile from the Pentagon. I got back home and my biz partner was at a NJ rest stop en route to NYC. I turned on the TV in time to see the second ne hit. Then the Pentagon was hit.
I threw on my gear and jumped in my BMW and went screaming right back down Washington Blvd to go get my daughter. Drove right past the gaping and still on fire hole. No one I know saw a plane that day.
Except that asshole Malcolm Nance. I knew him. He’s a DS shill who still claims he was standing in the parking lot and watched the plane fly overhead.
Fuck that guy!
I suspect he's highly compromised. He's closely tied to Brennan.
911 led to me becoming totally estranged from the world. Many people died on the day and since, and they paid the ultimate price, so I cannot compare myself to them, but still, thanks to 911 I lost at least 5 years of my life to sheer bewilderment that such a glaring psyop could happen, and not be seen as such. In some ways I will never get over it, because I can't have the time back. I honestly delayed having children, of taking the world seriously, directly because of the trauma of that crime going unpunished.
And it kicked off so much more too. Having to watch lies upon lies ever since has been so painful. Anyway, onward to victory!
This. And then covid totally finished me off. I still have emotions and still care about people, I just got divorced thanks to covid, by the way. My ex got vaxed and turned into a triple master, she followed covid as if it was a sports team, like, she would look up the covid stats the same way someone would follow a baseball team. I'll check it out! Covid is catching up on the yankees? They're only six games behind! Lol. What a loser.
God is good, however. What ended as a friendless, childless marriage has somehow suddenly transferred into a relationship with this wonderful woman who has two wonderful kids. Want to hear the most bizarre thing? How we met. All I did was put the word UNJABBED in my Telegram profile. Then I set it to be discoverable to people nearby. Somehow, although she lives 8 hours away, she saw my profile and said hello. That was back in march. We started talking, and, well, the rest is history and we are in a wonderful relationship now. Amazing.
OUTSTANDING.
I remember as a young man when the Patriot Act was being "debated". That was when I TOOK my first redpill. I did my first actual 'digs'. I started to question my fealty to Cheney and Rumsfeld. It didnt take long to learn he was the fucking anti-Christ. Then I questioned the whole Bush admin. Then I was deployed to Iraq. Then I knew. Cognitive dissonance hit like a baseball bat to the nuts. But, the shock wore off, and I began to see reality where others could not, or would not. The Patriot Act is an abomination.
God bless you. I cannot imagine being deployed & going through that.
This. Absolutely this. I was one of those liberals that was relieved that Obama got elected. I thought, well, that's the end of the Republican War machine. I didn't really understand the unit party thing. People that walk around bragging that they totally saw through Obama are such posers. Me and so many other people were taken in by how slick he was. I totally took the fake sincerity of the progressives and liberals around me at face value. Don't take much at face value anymore, hey?
9/11 was definitely the line of demarcation between the new world (order) and the old world as I knew it.
Things were always f'd up, but they blatantly started lying to us 24/7. The world epitomized by the kids playing on bikes in the neighborhood was lost.
They cranked up their efforts to kill God and we, often reluctantly, started straightening up and seeking answers which ultimately lead us back to God - because we found out, all else is tainted with evil.
I believe The Great Awakening is our inevitable journey back to God. All else is f'd. There is no other place to go but back to God, whether people want to realize that yet or not.
FYI - For those that didn't know: Joe Bidet responsible for core of patriot act: https://www.theamericanconservative.com/in-which-joe-biden-brags-about-having-written-the-patriot-act/
Great comment. I was already in my early thirties when 9/11 happened but, I remember being a kid in the 70s and it was such an idyllic time, I had no idea that I was going to be the last generation to build a treehouse, jump bikes off plywood ramps, play with matches in the park, stuff like that. Even kids at the local skatepark today have such different experiences. Pedophiles and predators and drugs permeate that culture now, when I was a kid it was almost arrogantly innocent
^^^This
Hey I grew up in the 90s and still did all those things (tree houses, lighting shit on fire, biking everywhere)
Yeah same here, it wasn't lost by then. I'd bet in some parts there are some that still do. I did play video games a lot but I did stuff outside too.
Amen. 9/11 was the catalyst for my awakening. If our Govt. can do that, they can do anything, I thought. I believe if the world was to awaken to what happened that day, it would expose everything.
And then, buy "anything," along comes covid..., absolute 100% desperates that should hang
And THEN they put a minaret on the top of the "freedom" tower . . . Our President ( as a citizen back then) called it a disgrace. It was also a cold insult and slap in the face to every one of us whom they lied to.
And that tower is also very clearly architecturally a merge of the two former towers, the upside down interlocking triangles represent the androgynous multi-gender Baphomet, the unity of male and female
Hadn't heard or considered that, but it's no surprise to learn that. I'm a badass architect, but haven't had the time or inclination to look at the design and read into its symbolism.
May God have His mighty vengeance upon them all!
A story about how the world has changed:
I went to the University of California circa 2003-2005, studied in sociology. My liberal professors were extremely against the Patriot act: citing valid reasons to be against the law.
Liberal Professors today are saying its not enough, and we need to monitor Americans more.
These people are stupid.
More like chameleons, to adjust to the "current thing". Insert your favorite lizard people meme here.
and the bizarre circumstance that Larry Silverstein happened to buy new insurance on his newly acquired buildings and make twice what they were covered for because the two planes were claimed as separate attacks..
That reckoning better happen SOON.
They've "danced" all over us for far too long.
100% on the Reckoning. Revenge will happen along the way, but by God, these "people" need to be held accountable & atone for what they have done.
Oh its coming.
This is the EXACT WAY I FEEL
Well said. All of these agencies must be stripped down and only bare bones left. Those traitors in the government and military who have and continue to sell out this country and its citizens must be tried, convicted and dispatched, not imprisoned. They cared not who was injured or destroyed and we must not care about their destruction, only demand it in return. They are evil entities and will never change. They did it for greed and power, with an evil nonchalance.
It’s not the entire government that hates us just the parts run by dual citizens in government. I’ll admit though ZOG is huge.
There is only 1 country on planet earth that celebrates 9/11 and it is NOT arabs. Our greatest ally throws a party every year on 9/11.
"just the parts run by dual citizens in government"
Which is 90% percent of the government.
Amen.
I was thinking this morning I used to feel so sad on this day soon after it happened... the past 10 years or so I am just angrier & more bitter.
I too desire a reckoning.
I want revenge. Sorry not sorry. I want to give to them what they've been giving us, while they still live.
He ain't wrong.
Could not have said it better myself. The Government is an evil organization that wants you dead.
Righteous Anger, many of us are filled with it on this day.
This.
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Its not "government" that is the problem. It is psychopaths pretending to be normal humans that gain all the positions of power. Nothing will change unless people learn basic psychology
The reckoning is coming, Branden!
Well said Brenden!!
I can't stand Dilley but I agree with him on this one.
Our Government, the Deep State.
The Devil.