On Goddess Worship

Babies and Daddies,

I'm not in the habit of bullshitting or telling tall tales so bare with me if what I write down sounds like I'm selling wolf tickets.
The details I have told to a handful of my closest friends, but the recap goes like this.

In 1999, I experienced a hell of a trip. I can describe myself in those days as an existential Nietzschean, I only believed in scientific explanations for things. I make no apology for the fact that I believed that God and Santa Clause were born out of the same imagination. Noone could ever give me a compelling piece of evidence for the existence of anything supernatural. Aliens were a thousand times more believable than spirits. I guess you could say, I had to see it to believe it.

In July of that year, I was drowning in Rosarito. I felt death upon me, when in desperation I yelled out to heaven not to kill me, "ayudame!" I felt the ocean push me out. That was humbling, but I wasn't converted or anything of the sort. If anything, I felt like a real scumbag for chumping out in fear.

And then I saw pass the veil of apparent reality. I met the Goddess in the forests of Yosemite--in a literal sense, that is. I saw a female form take shape in the trees and I was in her presence for hours. I couldn't ask anything because it was simply enough to see her eyes and her smile. Her existence answered all questions.

A few months later in the hills of Santa Barbara, in front of two mountain lions I saw all manner of spiritual entities and I heard the voice of my creator as I stared into the Sun.
This was a masculine voice, a powerful and frightening voice. All I could muster out of my mouth was "I didn't know." But I realized that the Creator was this, Goddess and God. One part so beautiful and motherly, and the other side was nothing to mess with. People get it twisted when they say "God is love," mistaking this to mean that God will take any crap we dish out at him, like he's a sorry as punk--that's a big mistake.

My spiritual connection only occurred in nature, and I always was afraid I would forget that this presence existed once I returned to the city. I always forgot. I would get caught up in my day to day, and then had to live with the doubt of whether what I had lived was a figment of my imagination or a hallucination. Then I'd leave the city and go into some forest, and connect again. I wanted to stay, but I had unfinished business to attend to.

I have lived with this experience for the past decade of my life. It would seem like a truly significant event not only for my life but for humanity. Yet, I wasn't given any specific instructions, I cannot perform miracles, and frankly I am very selective with the company I keep. I'm not out for recruits. I'm not a fan of the masses... I'll get you up on game if you come at me with respect, but I'm not looking for followers.

Fortunately, I have come across dozens of individuals who have had similar experiences, and who seem to have more knowledge on this subject--unfortunately, I have only met these folks in writings. I'm grateful for finding these works, and they have helped me piece together the most important part of the Money Honey & Holy triad.

When it comes to the Holy, I can speak with the conviction of experience and not merely hearsay. All religions are connected to this truth, but sometimes we must trudge thru the nonsensical dogma to reach it. I cannot blame the atheists and cynical skeptics who scoff at anything religious because we have been manipulated by our religious leaders in a scandalous way.

The truth is no one has a monopoly on the Divine, no matter how much they may try to intimidate and threaten us otherwise. The Creator has spoken to all peoples in all parts of the Earth thru Gods & Goddesses, and there is countless evidence of this. Shamans, seers, witches, rabis, saints, priests & priestesses, santeros, curanderos, and all manner of men and women have heard and looked through the veil of perception.

Certainly their have been plenty of wannabes, but some of us are the real deal. Truth be told, I have no interest in being a stereotypical holy man, who gives up the material world to become a celibate sexless bum. My bad, no disrespect to anyone, but I'm a Player Saint and my game is pure.

Goddess Blessed,

Santos de Los Angeles,
Saints & Goddesses Social Club