My job and my everyday life are little bit boring. But I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for teaching me how to day-dream. So while I’m working I submerge in the sea of stars and the angels take me to wonderful and unforeseen places. In that way my work became more bearable. And my colleagues are puzzled why I’m always smiling and in a good humor.

When I’m overcome with the sadness or some problems, I have a perfect solution. I fly with night birds and bats at night, trying to reach the moon. I glide with the wind and merge with the night. I thank the Holy Spirit for teaching me how to fly and how to leave the problems behind.

I thank the Blessed Sacrament for a wonderful dream in which I climbed a very high ladder to the sky. There I got the ability of flying through the stars and the clouds that were like made of cotton. After that night, my eternal sadness went away. Now I’m happy.

Cristina Vasquez had a dream with an angel who took her to fly over the town. She brings this retablo with fervent devotion to Saint Michael the Archangel thanking for this beautiful dream.

One day I was cooking and I felt I was floating in the air. I managed to come down only some time later. I was afraid and prayed to Saint Paschal because I continued to fly every day. Finally the saint made me understand that it was caused by quesadillas with mushrooms that I loved so much and ate frequently. Obviously, they were hallucinogenic. Now, when I stopped eating them, everything is back to normal. I thank the Saint because it’s hard to cook while flying.

The Virgin of the Rosary gives wings to me and my cats every night so we can fly like birds or like angels. We fly over the towns and the fields and all my problems stay down on earth and seem so insignificant in comparison with such an immense space. I thank the Virgin for this night freedom because now I wake up at the mornings much more happier.

I was riding my bike down the street, when suddenly a demon got out from a hole and blocked my way. But the Virgin of the Solitude worked the magnificent miracle and gave me wings for sufficient time so I flew over the demon and managed to escape from him.

1968

The Virgin of Guadalupe gave me the delight of flying three nights in a row. I flew under the moonlight, over the fields and over the towns. Although my husband told me it were only dreams, I know it was real. I thank the Virgin for the beautiful and unusual experience and dedicate this retablo to her.

I thank the Blessed Sacrament for the dream I had. I climbed a high ladder to the sky and there I was able to fly through the stars and the clouds that seemed almost like cotton. Since that night my infinite sadness, that always haunted me, went away and I became happy.

The fact that the aggression happened during sleep makes this miracle highly improbable. But the most interesting part of this ex-voto is rather the date, 1903. The phrase “flying saucers” hadn’t been invented yet. So we’re talking about extraordinary and prophetic dream.

Caption: Luisella Caldart was abducted by two flying saucers while, in her sleep, she was hovering over her home town.
Valdobbiadene, October 1903

Since I was little girl, I dreamt about flying. And few nights ago the Virgin of Guadalupe presented me with the flight. You might consider it just a dream, bit I know it was real, because I saw myself the fields down there and the rising sun that gilded the world [...]