I felt my strength giving out and my body weakening in a tough fight for the title against the Demon of Tampico. I immediately implored Saint Martin de Porres to help me, and I recovered to beat my opponent, and I won the championship. I give thanks.

Lightning from Jalisco, 1969

I was a cake man at my friends’ wedding. When it was my time to carry it I got so nervous that I stumbled and threw the cake. I give thanks to Saint Martin de Porres for it didn’t fall on the bride and they took the whole incident with humor, although I had to pay twice and went to buy another cake.

Zeferino Muñoz \ Tlaxcala, Mexico

A car fell on the mechanic Ramon Lopez while he was repairing it. He thanks Saint Martin de Porres with this retablo for he was saved in time and his injures have been healed.

I thank Saint Martin de Porres with this retablo for the miracle of me staying away from this vice of alcohol. I stayed in the canteen all day long and didn’t feed my family.

Sra. Josefina Trejo Guzman
April 4, 1979, Manzanillo

Raymundo Alatriste, a watchman at the archeological zone in La Venta, Tabasco, saw a flying saucer. It had a transparent cabin on the top, so he could see the extraterrestrials inside. It also had a sphere at the bottom, but metallic. The UFO was shining brightly and blowing a green steam. After making few rounds it flew away. Raymundo entrusted himself to Saint Martin de Porres and offers him this retablo.

Tabasco, 1967

The old lady doña Chonita was walking a very big dog that ended up dragging her after him. She thanks Saint Martin de Porres for some young men helped her and she didn’t get hurt very much.

We thank Saint Martin de Porres for saving us from a witch that appeared on our way back to the ranch. She wanted to take my little son to drink his blood.

Julia Cruz Luna
November 10, 1968

I thank Saint Martin de Porres for getting out of jail. The master accused me of stealing a cow from the ranch. But it wasn’t me, it was another man. And now they have caught him.

Ernesto Galvan Ruiz
San Miguel Allende, Guanajuato
September 2, 1971

We had an accident leaving Monterrey. Thanks to Saint Martin nothing really bad happened and everybody was saved and got out. In gratitude.

Jesus Solis, 10/2015

We thank Saint de Porres for a wonderful idea to instal a transparent mirror in our sitting-room. Now we can spy on the Durans when they come over for the dinner. We suspect they steal our silver dinnerware.

Petronila Rodriguez loved to flirt with her neighbors. But one day one of them got drunk and got in her bedroom. She thanks Saint Martin for saving her and promises to not be such a coquette.

I’m thanking my dear Saint Martin de Porres because since I had my own band I can confuse and mock my musicians when without letting them know I change the rhythm of the melody making them look like inexperienced beginners in front of the audience.

I dedicate this retablo to Saint Martin de Porres. For a long time, I was drinking, idling about and stealing. I didn’t care about my father’s carpenter shop. So now I became a fakir. I hammer nails not in the timber, but into my tongue and my body.