Close Encounters With the Souls in Purgatory

I'm posting this new entry even though, I feel this event is still on-going.

It all started last February 13, 2011 when my eldest son, in his half-dream state, saw a man seated on the TV stand beside his bed. He didn't recognize the person as he was just a figure in my son\s unlighted room.

On February 14, 2011, my 19-year old son, left for school about 530am for an early school activity. It was still dark and the morning sunlight was not around yet. My wife sent her off with the usual blessing and led him up to our garage. My son continued his usual routine in passing by the grotto( with Mother Mary's figure), touched Mother Mary's figure, made the sign of the cross and left towards the gate.  My wife told me her hair raising first time experience...she saw vividly a dark figure following my son as he turned his back from the grotto...and it followed him until he reached the gate.  My wife said that the duration of what she saw is about 7 seconds(7 counts). She described it as a tall hooded figure, tallar than my son(by the way, my son stands 6'4" and is a basketball player...so, the figure could have easily stood some 7ft)...and it floated through the air as it was following my son. That morning when I woke up, my wife asked me for more prayers for our youngest son. 

My wife left for Manila that day and I shared to my two sons what transpired that morning.  I asked them both to pray hard.  My youngest son, mentioned that

In Cebu today January 16, 2011 is the Feast of the Child Jesus, locally called "Sinulog".  The whole day Grand Parade(Mardi Gras) brings jubilation to the whole country, specifically, the province of Cebu.  The celebration started sometime 930am this morning after the Holy Mass and up to this writing, past 830pm, it is still on-going.

With all the happiness though, I got a sad text from my elementary Alumni, Talits.  Our dear classmate, Sis Fe Aldanese-Valera

13 January 2011 

I woke up at dawn from a dream.  In the dream I saw letters swirling around, dancing in frenzy, crossing each other's path while floating about an inch above the floor.  I had a feeling of being amused

This morning, September 20, I finally made a long distance call to Tacloban.  "Someone" have been pushing me for about 3 months now to call Ms. Fedela, the mother of my late friend, Art. The prompting didn't provide any reason. I have been sharing their family's goodness to my family and friends. Ms. Fedela was like a mother to me when I visit Tacloban. She would require me to stay in their family's