Angelica’s gemela del alma will have a life that mirrors hers, and that’s the best kind of divine guidance I can imagine. It’s why I have to find Angelica’s astrological twin, that second soul born at exactly the same time and place as my daughter. Then I go to the cafeteria with my Ephemeris and House of Tables to cast Angelica’s chart, and when I do it concerns me. What they settled for was the two coexisting, side by side. I’m sure they hoped their new beliefs would replace the old. The priests matched every Indian festival with a fiesta and Mass of their own. It’s how the Spanish won converts when they came to Mexico. Both honor God and utilize His divine guidance, and Dios mio, I could use some right now. What helps is I’m Catholic, and I’m an astrologer. That, we believe, is worth suffering for. We’re a happy people, we Mejicanos, except when it comes to love. It’s what brought on early labor and almost killed my precious Angelica. Then the drinking gets out of hand, and it’s hard to be married to a boracho like Roberto who smacks you around to have his fun. It’s why after the priest celebrates Mass we celebrate with food and fun. No, soy Mejicana, which means I believe life’s a struggle, and then there’s a fiesta. I’m no Europeña, none of this “life is suffering, and then you die” stuff for me. “Every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful in the world”-Latin American saying
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