Roots, tiny boxes and my dusty memory shelf
The love and learning for esoteric arts and occult studies officially began in 1996 after walking into a B. Dalton. I discovered and studied Buddhism in College at a Worlds Religions course. Meditated with local Buddhist physicists at coffee houses in between. I was 20. Life approached me, the illusion of the rat race engulfed me until 2013, then again in 2020. I believe the pandemic, the great reset or pause, was the true calling for many. When I was finally ready to uncover my eyes, breathe through my fear of meeting Santa Muerte, I let go by opening myself to her calling after the last powerful dream in which she handed me gold upon waking. Something in me "woke" up after this dream. The feeling upon waking of a groggy deep slumber.
For me, magickal practice or intent, the earliest memory I remember as a girl are my multilayered experiences growing up on the Texas-Mexico southwest borderlands. The borderlands experience is an incredibly different lived narrative then the popular media proposes mexican americans and descendants experience(d). Earlier memories involve my paternal extended family and the oral memory of ancestors with different abilities. From grandparents writing down what the other is saying as they are speaking in tongues past midnight, to provoking the rain, to idol veneration, to the words in prayers that were taught to "cure" spiritual attacks through the use of an egg spiritual cleansing. The memories are an endless stream of collective trinkets and knick-knacks. This is the stuff you find on a dusty memory shelf at your favorite segunda, "goodwill" or church thrift store.
Although american folk magick has multiple roots, again for me, it was through various curadas, platicas, secesiones. If you listen carefully, we recognize a pattern in the human condition through these motions. So, in return to my journey here, the promise to Santisima Muerte was that I gifted her a nearly 13 year professional career build with blood, sweat, tears and passion in order to transform into our full selves and offer her devotional ritual art through her adoration and practices. I took her hand, with her beautiful face she nodded to me (smiling) and I jumped. I smiled as well.
Death as an archetype impacts all life. The precious meaning through the reminder of her hourglass. As the grains spill, we are reminded of our finite resources in life. This entire conscience is continuous, expansive, grey matter. It may have been also the various deaths that have played out both metaphorically as well as in real life in these last couple of years has nearly obliterated many, myself included. Whatever it was, for whatever reason she has chosen us in this energy, I am only grateful as I feel my full, rounded, whole 'Self'. I am grateful for this moment, this breath at this second, this heart beat, healthy. This water I drink. I am so grateful to you water. To my fur baby-girls who gently bark in their dreams, to the sounds of my Blue Jay and Cardinal friends. The air that passes by, I know it is you. The sun ray as it falls on my skin, I FEEL you. The current between the electricity of this laptop and the space around my physical matter, it is you. And I am ever, so thankful, so grateful for You.
Although american folk magick has multiple roots, again for me, it was through various curadas, platicas, secesiones. If you listen carefully, we recognize a pattern in the human condition through these motions. So, in return to my journey here, the promise to Santisima Muerte was that I gifted her a nearly 13 year professional career build with blood, sweat, tears and passion in order to transform into our full selves and offer her devotional ritual art through her adoration and practices. I took her hand, with her beautiful face she nodded to me (smiling) and I jumped. I smiled as well.
Death as an archetype impacts all life. The precious meaning through the reminder of her hourglass. As the grains spill, we are reminded of our finite resources in life. This entire conscience is continuous, expansive, grey matter. It may have been also the various deaths that have played out both metaphorically as well as in real life in these last couple of years has nearly obliterated many, myself included. Whatever it was, for whatever reason she has chosen us in this energy, I am only grateful as I feel my full, rounded, whole 'Self'. I am grateful for this moment, this breath at this second, this heart beat, healthy. This water I drink. I am so grateful to you water. To my fur baby-girls who gently bark in their dreams, to the sounds of my Blue Jay and Cardinal friends. The air that passes by, I know it is you. The sun ray as it falls on my skin, I FEEL you. The current between the electricity of this laptop and the space around my physical matter, it is you. And I am ever, so thankful, so grateful for You.
En el nombre de Dios Omnipotente Todopoderodo, pido permiso para incovar a La Santisima Muerte. In Jesus' (Horus') name we pray, Amen , Amen, Amen. **
**Because I was raised Catholic and this instilled my adoration of ritual, discipline and the dramatic (I am a Leo Sun, go figure.)
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