Proof Of Angels At 9/11 WTC Disaster. Premonition Of Light-Beings Racing To The Hurting (See Painting)

10 min readDec 7, 2024

Although I have painted professionally twenty years

most people know me from my TV roles in The Young And The Restless (playing Phillip Chancellor III), Melrose Place, Murder She Wrote, Matlock, etc..

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Many people know I won awards as an actor, writer and film-maker but not as many know I also won awards as a painter, and am president of the biggest global online art competitions, American Art Awards, World Art Awards and Art Collectors Choice Awards.

Owning those prestigious competitions, of course I am not allowed to enter my own paintings so I rarely show them in Medium articles, but I wanted to share some with you today.

I just finished this acrylic 24x36" painting

inspired by the premonition I had the night before the World Trade Center tragedies. See price.

This chapter from my book sharing 50 people’s spirit-encounter stories, THEY WANT TO HELP US, explains my premonition.

THEY WANT TO HELP US: CHAPTER 1

ON 9/10 I SAW SPIRIT RESCUES FOR 9/11

by Thom Bierdz

…But on this one unforgettable night, after only a minute into this fascinating parade of [lucid-dream] symbols did they came to an abrupt halt. This never happened before. Usually symbols layered on top of each other as the time progressed. Never had everything I was seeing just disappeared. I saw nothing — blackness — only blackness and stillness — which by its stagnancy meant that the lucid-dreaming was over. No question about it.

Yet I was still totally awake with my eyes closed, stuck, startled…waiting for who knows what. Then I saw something so horrible flash in front of my face that I remember needing to forget what I saw immediately. I have no idea what I saw. I only remember having to forget it! And I did forget it! This too, was uncharted behavior for me, as I had never tried so hard to forget anything in my life. Forgetting wasn’t in my nature. I was the type to hang on to things and dwell on them, trying to decipher and analyze them, not the type to “need to” forget them. I still have no idea what it was that I saw on that one definitive night but I was more awake than ever, because of course I was stunned and confused why the lucid-dreaming had stopped in the first place, and I was still jarred; frightened; horrified of something I had seen, with no recollection of what it was. My body tensed and I kept my eyes closed…waiting. For what — I don’t know. But my mind was never blank before in my entire life. There were always busy thoughts in my head — and now I also had curiosity, but I saw absolutely nothing. I hoped for an explanation but gave up on that rather quickly. Then I hoped for more symbols — but none came. The lucid-dreaming was indeed over. Something strange had interrupted my access to the subconscious. Something dark. Something terrifying.

The only thing in front of me was darkness; emptiness; still and distant. Then slowly an image emerged and it was like I had an aerial view looking down a long curved tunnel, and I could “feel” that from the bottom of this long, long tunnel there was an intense “hurting.” What did that mean? Nothing like this had ever happened before. But, curious, I lay motionless, waiting for an explanation. I ached along with the heavy hurt emanating out of the long, curved, seemingly endless tunnel.

Then suddenly, from the corner of my closed eyes, a couple smears of light flew into the tunnel! Then a few more light bodies dove in at top speed, projecting so much love and concern that it gave me goose bumps. My empathetic aching was overridden by a feeling of exhilaration. I have no idea where those lights came from — I just saw those little beings dash past my eyes from both sides of my face, and downward toward the hurt. But the hurt at the tunnel bottom suddenly increased, and as it did, more dizzying flying smears of light flew in, along with their “love.”

In another minute there were dozens and then hundreds of these lighted entities blurring past my eyes! The love they carried was pure and intense and relaxed my whole body! But the guttural pain in the tunnel still existed which I felt in my stomach.

In a few more seconds, thousands of tiny light bodies dove into this mysterious tunnel of pain. The entire view was flocked with these beings and that shocked me so much I threw open my eyes and I blurted, frightened, “Armageddon!” I was not religious but that word shot out of me.

I looked over at Doug who was sound asleep. I lay awake for hours, petting our sleeping Chihuahua, perplexed. What had just happened to me?! It wasn’t a dream! I was fully awake!

In the morning Doug woke me to tell me to come downstairs to the living room and see the TV. A plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. By the time I got downstairs another plane had crashed into the other tower and we all know that the twin towers eventually imploded to the ground, killing thousands of people.

Wow.

I was shown the night prior that these thousands of people who were dying right now in front of me on TV were going to be met immediately by thousands of individual caring light smears (spirit guides?)!

Was this proof of life after death?

Was this proof they did not suffer long?

The tall towers resembled the curved long tunnel I saw, because I was seeing it from above.

What was I supposed to do with this message?

I told my friends and family and the waitresses at Canters deli, where I was then waiting tables — this was between my soap opera fame and artist career. They knew I wasn’t the type to make-up stories so I know they believed me but wondered what horrible image it was that I needed to forget seeing. I don’t think I’ll ever know. Maybe someday I’ll go under hypnosis to try to see it again.

I felt compelled to put this 9/11 premonition into my 2009 memoirs FORGIVING TROY but my friends convinced me that strangers would not believe me. So I kept it out. But time and time again I felt it deserved to be put back in, and editors convinced me to remove it because it would pull the focus off the story of my family. So I left it out…

I painted my 9/11 premonition because that spiritual event figures prominently in my screenplay version of FORGIVING TROY. I wanted prospective producers to see a visual.

That particular tragedy-to-triumph screenplay recounts my brother murdering our mother years ago and my roller-coaster journey to forgive him.

LOGLINE: When a paranoid schizophrenic teen murders his mother, his soap opera star brother zigzags on risky missions to rehabilitate him — and to find their mother in the afterlife.

“A different kind of psychic message from a mom figures prominently…” Michael Logan, SOAP OPERA DIGEST

“…gripping story of family, murder, insanity, and forgiveness… horrifying… inspiring… riveting.” David Mixner, A STRANGER AMONG FRIENDS

“I am the Chief of Psychiatry for the Federal Bureau of Prisons in the U.S. …What a fantastic portrayal of [Troy’s] mental illness it was…” Don Lewis

Needless to say, even though that tragic screenplay ends in triumph, it is emotionally taxing so has been very difficult to write.

(I am currently seeking an agent and/or manager and/or producer.)

However the screenplay I wrote based on my 12 Days Of Christmas paintings has been an altogether different experience. All fun.

A few years ago I wanted to paint a set of soothing mountain homes for my mountain walls, then I figured why not tie them all together in a series somehow, then hey, why not the 12 Days Of Christmas? So only after I had completed these paintings (available here) did I imagine they could be worked into a screenplay… and now they are the setting for a holiday romance (ending with spiritual miracles from a character’s Near Death Experience).

Speaking of soothing mountain paintings

I also have these 24x36" oil and acrylic waterfall paintings available:

I was raised in Wisconsin

and moved to Hollywood at 21 and by 24 was an international soap opera star. However, I am introverted with the offbeat personality of a writer/painter/spiritual seeker, not an extroverted actor, so eventually moved a couple hours away from noisy crowded Hollywood to quiet tranquil Lake Arrowhead, California. From home here I paint, write and oversee American Art Awards, World Art Awards and Art Collectors Choice Awards.