Our Own Holy Child

Below you will find a short story that I sent to a friend on Christmas day, the year of 2004. I realize that Christmas has come and gone for this year. But lets just say that this is another present I found again that I decided to open and to ponder again the deeper meaning of this experience. 

"I want to share a dream with you that I had on the night of December 24, 2004. It contains something that is very special.

 

I dreamed I was walking in a woodland area. It was winter and the trees had no leaves. There was no snow on the ground so the pathway was clear. The area was open so I could see easily through the trees, as there was no overgrowth. Quite suddenly, a small child, about three years old was walking toward me. He was blond and was wearing tan bib overalls with a very nice long sleeved white shirt with a wide white collar. He look immaculate and clean and I was sure he must be with someone because he was so young. He walked right up to me so I knelt down to his height, and as I did he reached out with his arms to greet me.

 

I talked gently to him and asked if he was lost, as I could not see anyone anywhere. I wondered what I should do, as I could not leave him there. I saw that there was a small bench on the side of the path, so I sat there for a while with him on my lap. We waited but still no one came by. I talked to him but he did not say anything to me. Finally I said, "well, I am going to have to find out where you belong". And he did not speak, but came close to my ear and suddenly words formed in my mind as he said very clearly, "I came to be with you." I looked at him in astonishment. He had not spoken yet in my mind I understood him clearly.

 

Now I felt I was in a bit of a dilemma. I remembered a small store I had passed as I entered the woodland. It was getting late, so I picked him up and started walking out of the area. I figured if I saw anyone, I could ask them if they knew who this child was. And as I carried him, he smiled and held on to me. Once we stopped for a moment to rest and I suddenly heard someone behind me that was sort of cooing and giggling, and the child in my arms began playing a sort of hide and seek with who ever this was, and I was sure it must be someone the child knew as he was smiling and looking over my shoulder. So I turned around expecting to see someone there, but there was no one, no one anywhere that I could see. And now I was becoming a bit concerned as this whole event was becoming very strange.

 

By the time we got to the store, it was starting to get dark, and now I was sure this child was lost and I knew I would need some help on this. I walked in and asked the clerk if he could call 911, because I was sure this child was lost, and someone must be looking for him. When I said this, the child again came close to my ear and I heard the words in my mind, "No, I will stay with you."

 

Shortly, two police cars came. A Woman officer took the child and the other officer told me he would like to take me in for some questioning, so I was placed in the back of his car. The two cars started off towards the Police station and I suddenly realized the child who had been taken from me, was sitting next to me on the back seat of the car. He wanted to sit on my lap and when he did he again came close to me and I heard, "I will stay with you."

 

When we got to the police station the woman officer rushed to the car opened the door and grabbed the child away, who now became visibly upset by this ordeal. Now they were sure there was something amiss going on so they put me in a holding cell. No sooner had they left me when the child appeared next to me and immediately wanted me to hold him, and again I heard in my mind, "I will stay with you."

 

Because this cell had a video camera for their observation, they immediately saw that the child was there with me, and rushed in to remove him. I was then taken in for interrogation. I no sooner had I started to explain what had happened when the child again appeared next to me, climb up on my lap to the astonishment of the interrogator and put his arms around my neck, and this time I heard myself saying, "I want my child to stay with me."  And they looked at me and could do nothing, so they stopped the proceeding.

 

Again they took the child away and I was permitted to leave and was given a court date to appear.

I didn't know what to think at this point, so I just went home wondering what all of this meant. When I entered my apartment, there was my little child waiting for me with a beautiful smile to greet me. I asked if he was hungry, and when he came close to me, I heard in my mind, "no, I do not need any food, I will just stay with you." I made something to eat and then just before I was going to bed, my apartment buzzer sounded, I answered it and realized it was the police. This time I said nothing and realized they were here to take the boy. When they came in, they didn't say anything to me, they just looked everywhere in my apartment and all I could say was what was very evident, "The child is not here, he had been taken from me at the police station."

 

They finally left, realizing there was no evidence that the child was, or had been there. After they left I was very puzzled about this whole affair. I was very tired from this mysterious ordeal so I got ready for bed. I suddenly realized that my little child was right there, asleep in my bed. As I lay down beside him he drew close to me and I heard his voice in my mind, " I will stay with you now." I gave him a hug and said, "Good night, my little one."

 

And I awoke from my dream, and I lay there and pondered what this all means."

 

On my computer desk there is a picture of a four year old child. He is blond, and he is wearing a pair of dark bib overalls, he has on a plaid short sleeve shirt.  It is not a new picture, the picture is 66 years old. When I look at him, I realize that I love that child very very much. Yes, I want him to stay with me always. May our own Holy Child come to each of us in a very special way this Christmas.

 

Merry Christmas,

 

Carl Azcar