07/30/2024
Good morning, Santa Muerte. I start this day with a heart full of gratitude, appreciating the chance to be alive with my loved ones. I know that many didn't wake up today, and it's a precious gift to have this new day. Thank you for walking with me today and every day.You have been a constant and loyal friend, offering comfort and compassion even when I didn’t fully understand your presence. Your support has been a guiding light in my life. I am eager to learn from you, to discover your wisdom, and to understand more about who you are.I’m grateful for your patience as I build this relationship with you. Sometimes, I feel that no amount of gratitude can truly repay you for your kindness. Please watch over my loved ones, keeping them close to your protection. If they lose their way, guide them back under your care.Help me to grasp what it means to truly live before my own time comes. As Death, you understand the depths of life in a way I wish to comprehend. Guide me in finding the deeper meaning behind our existence.Give me the strength to face life’s challenges and the ability to extend the same generosity you’ve shown me to others. If there are those who need help, lead them to me so that I can offer my support.Thank you for being with me and for guiding me through each day.
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Some of you might wonder why I only occasionally talk about my devotion to Santa Muerte. The truth is, I’ve been somewhat reserved about it online.
Around springtime, I received a clear and profound message from her, urging me to deepen my commitment and embrace full-time devotion. My journey with her has been gradual and steady, marked by waiting for her guidance and approval before moving forward.
Santa Muerte first appeared to me in a dream when I was a child. You might have heard this story before, but I’ll continue to share it as long as I can. It’s remarkable that she’s the only deity or spiritual being who has visited me in a dream. The experience was so vivid and real—I could actually feel her presence as she carried me out of a cemetery.
Reflecting on that dream brings me to tears. My deep connection to cemeteries and death has always been a significant part of my life, and I’ve had several near-death experiences that have further tied me to this realm. Growing up, I didn’t have the unconditional love and support that a child needs.
My parents, deeply affected by their own traumas, were unable to provide it. My father, who lost his mother when he was a baby, has never recovered, and my mother, who suffered from severe mental illness and traumatic experiences, was often dangerous and unpredictable. I had to raise myself and be there for them from a young age, navigating a childhood marked by fear and instability.
Recently, Santa Muerte conveyed to me that she had decided to take me in as one of her own, especially after dealing with the metaphorical death of my own mother. This message filled me with immense gratitude and a profound sense of belonging. For the first time, I felt as though I was truly home.
She also expressed her understanding of what it’s like to be alone and an outcast, and she has shown me more about who she is. Learning about her has been an honor, and witnessing how others treat and judge her has made me incredibly protective of her.
This mutual understanding and protection have deepened our bond.I’ve come to cherish her pink aspect deeply. It’s such a unique and personal touch that defies typical associations with death. To me, it reflects her feminine qualities and the aspects of her that are often overlooked. Treating her as a woman and appreciating her for who she truly is, beyond just a label, feels incredibly important. It’s a way of honoring her full identity and allowing her to be herself.
Every time I talk to her or engage with my altar, I find myself tearful, with a lump in my throat. These tears are not out of sadness but are deeply emotional, reflecting the profound impact she has on my heart. It’s a regular part of my experience with her, highlighting the deep connection and comfort she provides.
Santa Muerte has been with me longer than I initially realized. Since childhood, I’ve had a closer encounter with death than most people, and she has shown a motherly affection toward me. As I’ve navigated my path and made mistakes, she has been incredibly kind and gentle, guiding me through.
Building a genuine bond with her before asking for anything or sharing my devotion publicly was important to me. I would never attempt to profit from her or take her for granted. My connection with her is deep and complex, and while explaining it fully might take time, I felt it was important to share this aspect of my journey.
She is a wonderful mother and a trusted friend. If you’re new to devotion and feeling hesitant, communicate your feelings to her. Tell her about your timidity and ask for guidance on how to walk with her as a devotee. Think of it like learning to ride a tricycle—you might fall a few times, but she’ll be there for you. It’s okay to be clumsy and make mistakes; just get back up when you’re ready.
I believe she appreciates our imperfections and vulnerabilities. It’s not about deliberately disrespecting her, but she values when we show our genuine selves. If you make a mistake, be honest with her about your intentions and where you’re coming from. Authenticity and vulnerability are highly respected by her.
If you feel moved to share your experiences with devotion, I’d love to hear about them in the comments. How did you know you felt called to devote yourself to working? What was your first few years like for you?
Let’s support each other and build a more nurturing community within our dedicated circles.
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I finished this and a flock of crows came to visit right after. I guess that's her way of saying she heard me. 😹🖤🖤
