I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for saving my life and all the crew. It was an incredible and in the same terrifying experience that happened with a flight from Havana to Mexico. We were chased by strange ships that almost made me crash.

Captain Victor Varas
Mexico, 1969

Señorita Juanita Robles brings the present retablo to Saint Anthony giving him infinite thanks because he made so that she finally found a husband, although he’s in his sixties.

Thanks to the Virgin for me being a whore and giving food and education to my children.

November 7, 1990
Lola Lopez, whore

I thank my dear Virgin. The fish that had eaten me choked, and I saved myself.

When I was coming to Monterrey with the money for the land I’d sold, I was attacked. I implored the Virgin of the Rosary, but then Agapito Treviño’s ghost, or the White Horse, appeared. The robber ran away. Since I don’t know who helped me more, this retablo is for both of them.

Ramon Martinez, Monterrey, 2020

I’m infinitely grateful to Our Mother Maria of Guadalupe with this exvoto because, in spite of COVID-19 pandemic, we are going to do the annual pilgrimage with the torch run which traverses the whole country till it comes to New York, USA, on December 12.

Mexico, 2020

The Diarrhea twin brothers, acrobats, give their infinite gratitude to the Divine Child of Prague, with this retablo, for that day when they had a very wet diarrhea, and they climbed up the trapeze, and the Child miraculously stopped their wet shits. Shitting hemorrhoids.

Aguascalientes, 2006

We thank you, Virgin of the Rosary, for chasing away the birds that bothered us when we were sowing.

Ines, Juana and Toñito
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1964

More than one year ago, I was diagnosed with depression. It went terrible for me. Now I’m ready to give up pills and start feeling again. Thank you, Brown-skin girl.

Zamora, Michoacan, 2021

My mother of Guadalupe, I give you thanks for saving me from dying in Arizona desert after the guide had left me to the mercy of fate. I implored to you, and you gave me the strength to get to the US and to fulfill my American dream.

January 25, 1985

I loved my girlfriend very much. That’s why when she proposed me to play sadomasochist sex games I agreed. I thank Saint Elias for giving me strength to break up with her because I couldn’t stand the pain from so much lashing. She passed all bounds and vented her frustration on me using me as a sex object. And then I realized she doesn’t really love me.

Javier N.

San Luis Potosi, 31-12-1960

Virgin of Juquila, I thank you for protecting me on the New Year’s night when a thief broke into my apartment. The most valuable thing I had was my saxophone, but he didn’t know that it was under my bed. The thief had enough time to take out everything, and I slept like a log. But he didn’t know that a neighbor noticed him in a window. Thanks to the Virgin, the police caught him and I got my things back.

Vicente Lucas

My husband loved to get drunk in a canteen, and he did it very frequently. But one day he met the Huerta brothers’ skeletons there. They had died because of drinking. They invited him to drink for a good life. I thank the Blessed Sacrament because my husband stopped drinking of fright and now only drinks some beer once a while.