Everyone Has an Origin Story

The beginning of anything doesn’t feel like a beginning, it feels like confusion and frustration. From as far as I can remember, I really questioned what was going on. What are we doing here? Why is no one talking about the fact that we are here? Meanwhile, my mother made me write down my dreams every morning. She didn’t do that. But I did and I got very good at remembering them. I currently have over 40 journal from the age of 10. I knew there was something to it. But I didn’t know what. One week prior to September 11th, I started having a recurring dream of explosions on the horizon. It doesn’t take a dream guru that something major was about to happen. Then I had this dream:

I was on a busy city street, very hustle and bustle. I was a ghost. No one could see me. I looked up and saw, coming out of the ground two giant, blue beams of light, towering into the sky. At the top of the beams of light were 2 spacecrafts flying around. I had an inner knowing (And actually wrote in my journal) that “America was a great world power and things were going to change.” Then there was a giant exploring. I woke up

Two days later the event we know as September 11th took place. What’s your origin story