Please be patient, I’ve got so much to tell you, my mind is racing. I’m not even sure where I’m going with this entry, but I’d like to invite you, my dear friend.

It’s only been about six weeks since I stumbled upon this site. I initially thought I would share a few simple facts about my country with you, but something happened.I began to feel as if I was part of something; something much bigger than myself or my country. I felt a connection, to you, the world.I began to open my heart to you, share my joys, my secrets, and my shame. You my friend, have listened, without judging. You have kept me from sure self destruction and created a much needed detour away from my personal implosion.

Something is happening in Mexico. For the past week, I have been feeling it, but haven’t been able to put my finger on it. There is a different feeling outside; on the streets, in the park, and the supermarket. Nobody is talking, but I know it is real. As usual, I open the newspaper, every morning, only to find executions, kidnappings, and decapitations. It sounds sinister, but these are everyday occurances which no longer cause me to give second thoughts. Yesterday I opened the paper and it was there, in fact, it was everywhere.

For the past two days panoramic banners have appeared in cities all over our nation. They seem to appear as mysteriously as the infamous crop circles, but there’s no denying, they’re a sign. These narcomantas, are pointing fingers at our ex-President, military, and police forces. They are displaying to the world the truth of our corruption. They are demanding a cease to our government’s protection of the drug cartels and they are stating names, lots of names. The banners, although anonymous, have been signed “The deaf are hearing and the mute are now speaking.”

Military police were deployed to remove all banners, but somehow, they return. For every one taken down, new ones show up. The new banners have taken different sizes and forms. They are posted on walls, telephone poles, and bridge overpasses. State and federal authorities are scrambling to make special news broadcasts to calm the nation and ease our fears. They claim the drug cartels are trying to scare us and create diversions by pointing fingers at our noble government, afterall, it wouldn’t be the first time.

The truth is, it is the first time. It’s the first time the deaf have begun hearing and the mute have spoken. It’s the first time Mexico has felt a slumbered stirring of, dare I say, AWAKENING.

People are talking. Everyone is talking. We aren’t just talking in the privacy of our homes, amongst our most trusted friends. We are sharing collective thoughts throughout the land. Is this what I’ve been feeling? Is it possible to unite and take back what is rightfully ours? Is it possible the wings of HOPE are spreading, in preparation for flight throughout Mexico?

I don’t have the answers, but I needed to share with you. As my friend, I’d like to ask of you: Say a little prayer for the beginning of Mexico’s return.