1 Actually there was not silence from Heaven for four hundred years; just nothing that the compilers of the Bible understood as worthy to include. There was lots of Rabbinical writing, but not being a scholar of the Talmud, I can't put my fingers on it. 

I wish I were such a scholar, because there is much to show that once Jesus appeared, began His preaching and eventually was crucified, there were a number of phenomena that the rabbis recorded as having shown that the Messiah had indeed appeared on Earth -- had they but understood them. Especially the tearing of the veil of the Temple at the time of the Crucifixion; the rabbis had no idea what that meant. 

2 But Dana not only did the Christian compilers of the Bible not include anything past Malachi, but neither did the Jews by and large. It can be argued that the same holds true of many of the apocrypha, Books like the Gospel of Thomas or Peter. For all intents and purposes there has been silence from Heaven since St. Paul too. These johnnie-come-lately Gospels and pseudo-Biblical books from the Fourth or Fifth century aren't counted and for good reason; they stink. None comport with the core of the Bible completely.

Actually there never has beena  time of silence from Heaven, and that is true even now; we have apparitions of Mary ongoing in this world and LOTS of them starting with Lasallette in France in the 18th century (there were earlier ones but Marianne apparitions started coming in a flood after that. And certainly Popes have spoken prophetically from  time to time.

BTW I know people who went to Medjugorje, which is as yet unapproved, and they saw miracles there, including the miracle of the sun (which was seen at Fatima too) and a host of other things.

I myself had a number of experiences involving Medjugorje and another unapproved apparition. Ivan Drajigovitch, one of the seers of Medjugorje, came to St. Louis and he only went one place - Our Lady of Sorrows, the church one b lock from my home. I walked there and everyone was praying the Rosary while Ivan received his vision. He came out and gave us the message Mary had given him, which was, as usual, about repentence and conversion and prayer. Ivan said "Mary knows who among you are sick and wants you to know Heaven is close to you at this time". I had recently been diagnosed with Congrestive Heart Failure.

I started feeling bad - very bad. I walked home on a very cold night, which felt good as I now had a fever. I remember the sky; the stars were brighter than I have ever seen them in the city, and there was a crescent moon with the evening stars (Mercury and Venus) trailing off of the tip like the tail of a kite. The whole thing was ringed with mist. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life.

By the time I got home I was very sick and went to bed, where I stayed for a solid weak. All I remember about that time was waking to my cat Blackberry, who never left my side the entire wak Cathy told me. She didn't have to worry about me; she knew he'd come and get her if something happened to me!

Another experience I had was over at Our Lady of the Snows shrine in Illinois. A bread truck driver named Ray Doiron had claimed to be receiving visitations from Mary and I went over to be present during one and see for myself about it. I was skeptical. But at the height of the visitation a huge white dove flew around the crowd to light on the clamshell ampithater dome and sit there. It was an amazing site! Later I went up to the altar and there were phots taken which clearly showed Mary's apparition above the dome.

Interestingly enough, I went to leave and my car wasn't where I left it! I went all around the place and no car! I thought someone had stolen it and was at the end of my rope when I asked Mary to let me find it and heard "go look again". I walked up to the main road and right there, in plain sight, was my car. It was NOT where I had left it, which was next to the fourth station of the cross (there is a driving stations of the cross along the road looping around the ampitheater). I believe it was a miracle intended to convince me Doiron was for real.

At any rate those are both still unapproved apparitions although especially Medjugorje has a very strong case for it. People have been cured there and many have seen miracles.

BTW I had a miracle at the Ozark Hilton. It was after Cathy was diagnosed with FXTAS and I was very depressed. A big storm blew up, lightning and high winds and intermittent rain. I just sat there, too depressed to go in the cabin. Suddenly I heard a voice say "go ahead and do it" and the story of Jesus commanding the storm to stop flashed into my mind.

I stood from my chair and shouted into the wind "I command you in Jesus name to CEASE!" and guess what? Before the last word was out of my mouth the storm ceased. It became completely calm! I was stunned to say the least, and not just a little frightened; one does not witness so spectacular a miracle every day.

Intellectually I knowwhat happened; just at that exact moment the eye of the storm passed over my spot. But the timing was truly miraculous and I will say that until the day I die. I felt a very peaceful, calming presence I knew was Mary and Jesus.

I gathered up my things and went into the cabin and the storm started up as soon as I was safely ensconced in the Ozark Hilton.

It was a purely personal miracle but I have no doubt it was God's way of telling me everything was under control and in His hands.

Another time at the OH I saw another beautiful sight like the sky coming home from Our Lady of Sorrows (which, by the way, turned out to be the center of pedophilia in Missouri and the parish is now closed). I woke at three a.m. and had to go, and I'm not talking number one. One of the most terrible fates to befall a man is to have to do number 2 in the middle of the night at the Ozark Hilton. I lit a lantern, grabbed my toilet paper and toilet seat, and ambled into the night.

It had been raining off and on all evening and but it was unseasonably warm (it being November) and I didn't need a jacket even. I trudged out to the cinder blocks that make up my "outhouse" which is out but no house, and I looked around me to an awe-inspiring sight. There was heavy fog and the two hollows on either side of the cabin were completely full of it. So was the land behind the cabin. All that was visible was the cabin and some of the drive leading up to the main road. It was as if I was on an island removed completely from space and time.

But the sky was amazing; crystal clear with stars blazing and the moon floating above me with the morning stars near it (just like at Sorrows). I remember I was so very grateful to have awakened and had an insistant bowel; I wouldn't have seen this sight otherwise. It was perhaps the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

This was after my miracle of the storm. I felt a great sense of peace at that moment and felt the presence of God in a rare and special way.

I consider the Ozark Hilton holy ground as a result. Haven't had any miracles of near miracles since, and in fact have had a lot of problems (like angry wasps and thieving hillbillies) but in the end I believe that place is somehow set apart from the normal chunk of shaggy woodland.

At any rate those are my tales of miracles and majesty.