By Guest Contributor Deepti Lamba*
I think all devotees feel we are number one fans of Santa Muerte. That is the love she gives us. It’s a personal love. At least, for me there is a bit of jealousy when she makes ‘personal appearances’ in peoples’ lives and not in mine.
I mean, she didn’t and then she did. I have been Madre’s devotee since 2016. I try to be low key about my devotion but can’t help talking about her and how cherished I feel.
Madre has never let me down. She has whipped my ass into shape, helped me be fearless, set boundaries, taken care of my health, protected me and my family, and made a number of other breakthroughs, but she always came to me in my dreams.
I’d hear about people having visions of her in waking moments. None for me. I acknowledge that I got jealous like a lover. Silly me, but when it comes to love we are allowed to be a bit passionate and irrational in our devotion. In Hinduism, we call it bhakti. To be immersed and totally in love with the deity. Seeking the deity as a lover, as Mira did with Krishna.
That’s my excuse.
Madre helped set me on the right trajectory last year. I’ve been on it since then. Working out goals and handling my health. This year I’ve taken on a lot of things and while they are working out, there is a lot of hard work involved in day-to-day fulfillment of my goals.
I am right in the middle of a good storm of my own making, and I am handling it. While I talk to Madre just about daily, there has been no visitation or acknowledgement from her.
Until the night before.
My husband had an experience with Madre a few days ago while he was traveling. He was on a flight that was experiencing extreme turbulence. He closed his eyes and saw Santa Muerte standing on the ground holding the plane gently between her skeletal hands. The plane instantly became calm and almost glided to the ground. He told me about this and that surprisingly he had a similar experience on another flight a few days later. I thanked Madre for protecting him but asked her why she didn’t come to me that way.
Well, she decided to show herself physically, in person.
I was in between a dream state but fully aware. I saw her standing by the windowsill near my bed. She was in her reddish black form. Mighty tall, dark skeletal visage and fully manifested like a person. She had a calm and dense energy.
I blinked a couple of times, trying to determine whether I was still asleep but was wide awake. I tried to move but couldn’t move a muscle. I lay there looking at her. Time stood still. I don’t know how long she was there for.
Then she took on a white form and slowly dematerialized. I lay in my bed looking at the window shade’s string moving gently.
There were no messages, no conversation. It was profound and sacred.
Madre graced me with her presence. My jealous heart can now rest easy.
*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
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