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	Home All Dreams All Miracles All Messages			Oct 31, 2004 Today I had an experience that made me cry and feel the love that come from God and my beloved son. I am going to share this experience that for me it’s a very clear message from my son, but I realize that for other people could mean nothing. The reason for this I believe, it’s that this message is just for me. About a week ago, after Sunday mass, I saw a friend and her daughter. My friend told me that her daughter, who is my daughter’s friend, told her that she had a song that my beloved son used to play many times when she was visiting my daughter at home. My friend’s daughter then told me that she would give it to me. Today after mass, my daughter’s friend handed me the CD with this song, so when I got home, I put it in my CD player. While I heard it, I immediately remembered it. My son used to play it all the time. As you may know, I am Mexican and English is my second language, so I don’t write well and I don’t understand most of the songs. I just remember that I liked to hear it when my son used to play it, but I didn't understand a word. My friend’s daughter was very kind to write the words for me to understand it, so while I heard it, I read the words and to my surprise, it was like hearing my beloved son talking to me. The name of this song is “Silent Lucidity.” It’s a beautiful song that says something about do not cry and to wipe the tears of my eyes because the dream I had about someone close to me leaving life, it was just a bad dream. It also says that he will be watching over me, helping me to see clear, protecting me in the night and smiling next to me. This song came to me by surprise, I didn't expect it, and it was like a gift from Heaven. Everything fits perfectly! I have had at least two dreams where somebody tells me that my son left something for me. I got the last one on Oct 20 and I shared it on Oct 23. A few days ago, on Oct 14, I got a dream with my precious son. It was the first dream that I shared in this site. He was just sitting down behind me, waiting for me while I was working, in Silent Lucidity! Thank you Dear Lord for allowing my beloved son to communicate with me. Oct 29, 2004 My beloved son is always in my heart and thoughts and I am always looking for him or for a sign that will make me feel that he still loves me and misses me the same way I love him and miss him. About a year ago my husband and I went to Mexico City and while we were in the plane, I started to read one of the plane’s magazines and I found something that attracted my attention instantly. It was an article about the death and I immediately felt that my beloved son sent it to me. I am going to write it below to share it with you: The silence of the earth draws me in and I am reduced to nothing. But I remember you. I want to return, even if it’s just for one night; I want to recognize myself in your memories. My portrait is turned to the wall, so you can only see me in a mirror, so you remember I am gone, but never stop thinking of me. Silently I await the intense orange of the flower that used to cure and whose petals now lead me to your door; I recognize the scent of copal, the water I drink after my wanderings, the flame of the candle that lights the way, and the salt to purify that which I now am, soul, a body in the earth, bones stripped bare. A large sugar skull for the Lord our God; a medium one for Death, the eternal force that drove us apart. The mat that you unroll for me to rest on, your soft voice that reaches me from the kitchen, the smell of tamales. I miss you. That’s why I’ve come, to remind you that I’m waiting here for you. While I was reading it, my tears started flowing abundantly and I knew that the message was for me, from my beloved son. What the article was talking about made me think of all the things that my son liked. Reading this article was like hearing my son talking to me. He used to spend time in the kitchen because he liked cooking. He loved my tamales and he loved burning copal to pray. I remember that he was always asking me about my customs, our native roots from my side of the family that made him so proud. My beloved son was very spiritual and with a heart so big that didn’t fit in his chest. God bless you my precious son, I miss you so much and I will love you eternally.