Nails Through The Heart – Santa Muerte Comes Through Again

By guest contributor Deepti Lamba*

Madre had asked me to embed iron nails in her last year. I hadn’t understood the significance till this year happened. Santa Muerte always gives me an indication of things to come. She worked it with me. She broke me down in February and I caved in like a crumbling brick wall.

She made me handle my physical and mental issues. I tend to sweep my needs aside. That’s the way I am. I was physically unwell and mentally exhausted.

I am an artist and Santa Muerte devotee. In the month of February, one of my dear friends, occultist Baal Kadmon didn’t receive any of the art pieces he had ordered. USPS and FedEx lost the pieces respectively. I was at my wit’s end. Two pieces via USPS and one by FedEx – all missing.

Saint Expedite did nothing. Madre in the back of my mind called me, and I knew it was her doing. I thought it was her being jealous since those were Mary nichos and Madre is very possessive about me.

But it seemed more than that. For me it was the final straw. I had been mentally worn out for a long while but had been pushing myself.

Another friend and Santa Muerte devotee also confirmed that it was Madre laughing at me.

When I turned to Madre and told her to stop ‘being a bitch and not mess with my work’, almost instantly, I got pings in mail by USPS and Fedex that they found the packages and were being mailed.

By then I was totally done. Madre had bought me to my knees. I wasn’t at peace. I was in pieces.

I knew she had more in store for me. Much more. I started making my medical appointments and talked more openly to my therapist.

There was a lot of waiting and scary moments regarding my health. But I gave my worries to Madre and my astral squad. I felt lighter as I handled my situation.

Long story short, as I regained my mental balance Madre, my daimon and my guides returned in full measure. They never left – I was lost in my anguish.

Last year Madre had insisted that I embed iron nails in her. I didn’t understand the significance.

But she showed me nails in her Black heart symbolizing giving all the anguish, despair and trauma to her. She is there to relieve us of our sufferings. She would accept us at our worst broken moments. Our faith in knowing that she would make us whole again would be the offering.

Now, before any other gatekeeper starts spreading rumors that I don’t make offerings to Madre, I do offer her cakes, cupcakes, chocolates, apples and flowers. But my biggest offering will always be my heart and my mind.

She has always come through and when I act like a jackass she drags me back to being balanced.

Deepti Lamba lives in Richmond, Virginia, where she works as an intuitive artist and a practicing occultist. Check out her artwork here and follow her on Facebook here