Thursday, March 29, 2012

Two Emails Sujo John Sent on September 12, 2001.

Two versions of an email Sujo John supposedly sent out to family and friends on September 12, 2001, tell of his, and his wife's experiences the previous day following the attack on the World Trade Center, and the attendant building collapses. I found the version on the right first, at www.truthorfiction.com/rumors, and perhaps I'm biased, but in its touching illiteracy I felt I'd finally found something of Sujo with at least a modicum of authenticity. However, I couldn't trace a history for its appearance online, and so wasn't able to vouchsafe its legitimacy as being Sujo's original public expression of a 9/11 narrative.

But then I found the version on the left, posted at the online magazine, Pentecostal Evangel, with an "Articles 2001," being part of the page's web address, thereby dating it as the slightly later, editorially polished version of Sujo's original, which can be verified by the direct quotes and overall organization.

This is now a foundation upon which other, evolving versions of Sujo's "testimony" can be compiled for analysis, which will prove the truth of an old mother's maxim: "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practiced to deceive!"

It's unlikely that So-Jew Jain was even in the World Trade Center on September 11th, given the total lack of honesty in written details, with his inability to strike a single truthful note in public performances. He only spouts the holistic indoctrination of an advanced planning, which unfolding events were meant to simulate. When a man closes such a message with: "This story of our is too good to be true," it may mean that his exciting, "Prayer of Jabez" future in the here and now, will turn out to have been a Faustian bargain in this world instead.




2001, Pentecostal Evangel, [Assemblies of God] A first-hand account,

The following is from an e-mail sent by the author to friends and family on the day following the attack on the World Trade Center.


It is a miracle that I am alive. We used to work in the World Trade Center. I worked on the 81st floor in Tower One and my wife, Mini, worked on the 71st floor of Tower Two.

On September 11, I reached my office at 7:30 a.m. At 8:45, I had just faxed some documents and was returning to my desk when I heard a loud explosion. Our building shook and tilted. Screams went out all over our floor. The first aircraft had hit the floor above us. Soon debris from the aircraft flew into our office and everything started going up in flames.

Everyone held their calm as we made our way to the stairway. At that moment my heart sank, as I had no clue if the plane had hit our tower or the one my wife was working in. She should have been about to enter the building since she started work at 9 a.m.



We were all being evacuated through the stairway. My cell phone would not work so I had no way to reach my wife. As I came down I entered an office on the 53rd floor and tried to make some calls. The only number I could reach was my cousin's wife who lived in Queens, N.Y. I told her that I was fine and that I was coming down the stairs but that I was really worried about my wife. Then I continued my run down the stairs. As we were going down there were hundreds of firemen and policemen going up to rescue people who were trapped. These brave men will never make it to their homes.

We were escorted through the exit of Tower Two, and I had just reached the revolving door when I heard a loud explosion and the whole building collapsed. Boulders and mortar were flying everywhere. A few of us huddled at one end of the building and God gave me this strength that saw me through. I started pleading the blood of Jesus and told the people around me to call upon the name of Christ. Everyone started crying, "Jesus!" When people are near death, they are so ready to accept our Jesus.

By then the whole building had fallen and we were in the debris. Nothing had fallen on me. I found myself in 3 feet of soot. I got up. There was silence. I could see dead bodies all over. God directed me to a guy on the ground who had a searchlight on. I picked him up and told him that only Jesus could save us and that we had to live. When he was up I saw "FBI" written on his jacket. We held hands and started walking through the rubble.

We could not see anything. It was like a snow blizzard, all the concrete and ash flying all over. The Holy Spirit showed me a light flashing on top of an ambulance so I told this FBI agent that we needed to head in that direction. We somehow made it to the ambulance, which had been hit badly by flying debris … but I believe God had kept the light flashing just for me. That light saved our lives. From there, we were able to make our way out.

But I was still gripped with worry about Mini. I feared she must be dead.

Crowds were running everywhere. We ran and walked for an hour. My phone had not worked all morning, but it rang at noon. It was Mini. She was alive. She had never made it to the tower – her train reached the site five minutes after the first crash.

We met each other at 39th Street, where we looked back and watched the smoke rise above the ashes. I cannot explain the sense of relief that we had when we saw each other.

God is so good. This story of ours is too good to be true. I have no scratch on my body. Let me tell you something, friends: God knows the count of our hairs, and He never sleeps or slumbers.

He is coming soon. Live each day as if it could be your last.

Sujo and Mini John live in Teaneck, N.J. They attend Bethany Assembly of God in Wyckoff, N.J. (Don James, pastor).


The Story of Sujo & Mini, Husband and Wife Who Worked in Separate Towers at the World Trade Center-Truth!

Dear friends and family,

"Rejoice for the steps of a righteous man is order-ed of the Lord.." Even though darkness surrounds us and death looms all over us. The peace we have in the name of the Lord...that sweet name of Jesus. It's a big miracle that I am alive this moment.

Most of you know that we used to work in the World Trade Center in Manhattan. I used to work on the 81st floor of WTC One and my wife Mini on 71st floor of WTC Two. Let me tell you what happened.

I reached my work at 7:30 in the morning. I just faxed out some documents and was returning to my desk and I heard this real loud explosion..our building shook and tilted... screams went out all over our floor..the first aircraft had hit the floor above us. Soon debris from the aircraft flew into our office and everything started going up in flames. Everyone held their calm and we started making our way to the stairway. That moment my heart sank as I had no clue if the plane had hit our tower or the one my wife was working in. She is about to enter the building as she starts work at 9 in the morn.

We were all being evacuated through the stairway...my cellphone would not work so I had no idea to reach my wife. So as I came down I entered an office on the 53 floor and tried to make some calls...the only number I could reach was my cousin's wife who lived in Queens, NY. I told her that I was fine and that I am coming down the stairs.. but I was really worried about my wife, then I continued my run down the stairs. While we were going down there were hundreds of firemen and policemen going up to rescue people trapped. These brave men will never make it to their homes. So they escorted us thru the exit of World Trade 2 and I had just reached the revolving door of the building that I heard a loud explosion and the whole building collapsed. Would u believe that my friends..the 110 story building collapsed and I was at the door of the building with everything flying over us, boulders, mortar. Few of us huddled to one end of the building and God gave me this strength that saw me thru..I started pleading the blood of Jesus..told the people around me that all of us were gonna die and if there was anyone who did not know Christ to call upon his name. So everyone started crying..Jesus! When you are near death believe me some people are so ready to accept our Jesus.

By then the whole building had fallen and we were in the debris..not a single boulder or any material fell on me. I found myself in 3 ft of while soot...I got up...by then there was silence..I could see dead bodies all over. God directed me to a guy on the ground who had a search light on. I picked him up...and said only Jesus can save us and that we had to live. When he was up I saw this jacket which had FBI written on it. We held our hands...and started walking thru the rubble.. that flash light saved our lives....we could not see anything miles..it was like a snow blizzard.. all the concrete and ash flying allover. The Holy Spirit then showed me a light flashing on top of an ambulance so I told this FBI guy that light was where we had to head to cause that ambulance was on the street. We somehow made to the ambulance which was hit badly by the flying mortar but God had kept the flashing light on just for me. From there on it was quite easy making our way out.

But the feeling that gripped was that my wife Mini who was to be on WTC 2 she should be dead. All kinds of images went thru my mind.. Crowds started running from all over downtown to safer places far away from the skyscrapers. We ran, walked for an hour and throughout the whole time from 8:45 am when the first plane landed I was trying to use my cellphone to no vain. 12 pm and my cell rings...it was Mini and she said she was alive and when she heard my voice she realised that I was alive. This is another miracle of how I received this call as anyone was able to make or receive calls. Mini had not made it to the Tower..her train reached the site 5 mins after the first crash so she did not make it to the Towers. She was hysterical on the streets thinking I was dead and she could see people jumping out of the building. Both of us were alive. She reached 39th street in Manhattan near the Ferry and somehow I reached there. We looked back and could see our building both in ashes all that remained the smoke going up. I cannot explain the sense of relief that we had when we saw each other. Both of us were so close to believing that we would not see each other. When that explosion took place and the building was crumbling over me I could see the pics of my wife, my parents, grandmother loved ones flash thru my mind and now what a relief that we are alive.

God is so good. This story of our is too good to be true. I have no scratch on my body. Let me tell you something friends God knows the count of our hair and our God never sleeps or slumbers. His coming is so soon . Live each Day as if He is coming today. Appreciate all your prayers. Many from all over the world have called us. My heart goes out for thousands who died in our building many of them people we knew. God Bless you all. Sujo & Mini



Is it really possible to know what God's will is for us? Since amazon.com has several copies of Sujo John's book, 'Do You Know Where You Are Going?: One Man's Story of September 11 and the Saving Grace of Jesus Christ,' priced at one penny---plus $3.99 shipping and handling---I feel guided by a higher power to pick up a copy of the 144-page missal. The sample which GoogleBooks posts online includes just the first 28 pages, which only brings Sujo up to his late teens and a meeting with Mother Theresa. Since Google promises the book is 135-pages long, I hope things turn to 9/11 soon thereafter. Also, it's pretty clear that the author had little, if anything, to do with the book's construction, and that seems to be very common for this genre.

Chapter 1, opens with these words:

"Although I was raised in Calcutta, a city of twenty million people on the eastern seaboard of India in the state of West Bengal, I was born into the Kaiyooril family in the province of Kerala, the ancestral home of my parents John and Susy, on the western coast of the southern tip of India."
However, the back cover of the book says that "Sujo John was born in Calcutta, India." Such unambiguity in delivery can't be explained by editorial carelessness, since a multitude of similar signals pervade the 9/11 message, so I ascribe these red flags as the intention, and to answer my question about God's will for us, I simply say yes.



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