“Do you need to understand everything you see?”
“It sure makes things easier to handle.”
“Why don’t you come back to bed and sleep on it. Remember you have an important call in the morning and you need to be alert.” TJ ushered me back to bed, knowing that I needed my rest.
In the morning, the constable called to touch base with me. “Hi Laura, you’ve totally blown me away. You’re amazing; the things you mentioned completely match up. Constitution Avenue is the name of a nearby street. The alphabetical letters can be linked to buildings and restaurants. Did you see anything else?”
“I was shown the words OCCULTS DIFFUSED in white printing in midair, stacked on top of each other. I’ve never seen a presentation like this. I don’t understand the meaning. In the dictionary, occults refer to some sort of eastern cells, and diffused means scattered. Obviously these two words hold major significance.”
“Is there anything else?”
“My husband TJ has been searching the internet trying to match up things I’ve been shown, because we’re unfamiliar with Washington. He found a ferry in the area. It resembles what I’d seen when it’s lit up at night. This ferry travels around a bend; its movement is identical to what I’d seen in the vision of an unusual vessel. The JFK Building sits close to the shore.”
“This makes sense. Remember, you couldn’t understand what would move that way,” the officer replied.
“My husband TJ mentioned to me earlier that the National Christmas Tree is in the back yard of the White House. There is an online photo of an interesting shadow generated on the ground from the peak of the tree, which resembles a bomb. Even though it looks similar, I still recalled seeing a bomb. Is this tree accessible to the public?”
“No, it’s secured by a sixteen foot fence surrounding it.”
“Are you absolutely sure nobody can get in or throw something over?”
“The area is fenced and guarded. Nobody is able to get in. I sure hope I’m on duty if something bad goes down.”
I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. To me this man was amazing and selfless. He’d give his life to protect the citizens. I’ve never seen dedication like this in an officer.
“Can’t you close off the area to the public?”
“No, we’re not allowed to. This is a busy area, it would be impossible to shut down. Plus reacting like that would create public fear. We are watching and aware of the situation. We’re doing our best to protect the people.”
“Officer, please be careful. I wouldn’t want you harmed.”
“Laura, I want to be of service. I’m here for the people.” Silence aired on both sides of the phone. I felt like crying. I didn’t want this lovely man to put his life on the line, but this was his choice, not mine.
He told me he’d keep me in the loop, before hanging up our phones. “Spirit, if things get ugly over there, please spare this man.”
Four days passed and nothing happened. I left a message on his phone: “Hi. It’s Laura Laforce from Canada. Please keep watching these areas, I still sense danger. Things can still happen weeks and months later. Please be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
Six good weeks were followed by an eventless June. The sensation of looming danger never ceased even though the drawings and messages did.
In late summer, a man did leap over the inaccessible sixteen foot fence that secures the White House. The man was taken into custody and later released. TJ and I wondered if this was a sequence of events before something major happened. We questioned if this was a setup by the terrorists to check out access to the yard. The media reported this man as being a protester. Was this trespasser a pawn used to measure response time?
Six months later, arrests were made in October. Breaking news hit of a foiled terrorist attack in Washington DC. Two arrests were made and many lives saved. The attack would have compromised structures, including a local popular restaurant. I was unaware of a plot to assassinate an embassy leader. There was also a plot to kill diners. This was the reason I kept picking up on the loss of many lives. The actual plans involved shooting or bombing those in the dining room within close proximity to the White House.
According to news stories, this terrorist attack lead was supplied to American officials in early May. I contacted police on May 2nd. I spent a couple of days speaking with officers over the phone. I don’t know if my lead started things or if it confirmed other knowledge they already had. Authorities publicly claimed to have used intelligence agencies.
Points of interest were accurately flagged with appropriate capital letters. Areas involved were lit up and revealed. Letters and numbers were coordinates confirming targeted areas. The number “41” is a major route. A bomb was included in the attack on the restaurant. Occults referred to eastern descent. Diffused meant scattered local and abroad. The embassy building is close to the JFK building.
This whole situation brought back memories from the previous summer. I had had a reading booth at the local summer exposition. One evening, TJ and I strolled away from my booth for supper. We purchased a bucket of wings and found a picnic table to eat at. I sat enjoying the meal with TJ, until I became bombarded with visions of bloody violence.
This upheaval involved the people sitting at the table next to ours. The energy from these people was dark and terrifying. Most of them were well over six feet tall. They were loud, obnoxious and very crude. I overheard the ringleader utter “To death.” Immediately I felt panicked. I needed to leave the table with TJ without them being aware.
I gently tapped TJ’s toes under the table to get his attention. “I’m having a problem. The heat is bothering me. I need to get out of the sun now.” I got up and started walking away. Instinctively TJ followed.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen something horrific,” TJ piped up, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I need to find a cop right now. Those people who sat beside us are gangsters. There’s a gang fight going down immediately, inside the fairgrounds,” we spotted an officer ahead. I picked up my pace and end up walking beside him.
“Excuse me, Officer.”
“I’m busy with a situation. Look for someone else.” He was definitely on the same mission I was. He was desperately scanning the crowd as he walked. Only the party he was searching for was a quarter of a block behind him. I didn’t need the bad guys see me talking to him either.
“Don’t look at me.” I kept pace with the officer and I looked straight ahead. “The seven black gang members are about a quarter of a block behind you near the corn shack. There’s going to be a bloody gang fight with weapons and pepper spray. They’ll be by a chain link fence. The leader is six foot five. He’s wearing a bright pink T-shirt and black pants. There are five guys and two females back there at the green picnic tables.”
“Thank you,” the cop responded. He quickly turned into the cotton candy stand and then headed back in their direction.
TJ finally caught up to me. “I’m sorry I rushed ahead.”
“He sure turned around in a hurry after you spoke to him. Did he say anything?”
“He thanked me.”
A bloody brawl between two gangs erupted shortly after, outside the chain link fence of the festival grounds. Several blaring sirens could be heard racing to the scene.