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Saint Carolo, patroness of poor traps

Thanks, Carolo, for giving me the example, the strength and the courage of coming out to Santo Tomas spreading my wings and flying freely. I would’ve been a frustrated and sad caterpillar without your reference. Thanks for overtaking the party noises with your hoarse voice. Thanks to you, Saint Carola, patroness of the crossdressers of the people. I’m a free butterfly now.

I, Matilda
El Carmen Alley, Santo Tomas, La Pintana, August 2021

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Every night in my dreams I get wings and fly over my town. My problems go far away. I wake up happy because Lord gave me a new day. I breathe, I live. I paint. I love life. My Guardian Angel is always with me. I say “Thank you!”

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I was feeling little bit sick and went to bed early. Suddenly I saw all the cats from the neighborhood flying around me. My cats were flying as well, and they looked beautiful with wings. Nevertheless, I had a strange feeling about it. I supposed cats didn’t fly, and I became afraid I was going mad. I prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan, and she heard my prayers. Everything returned to normal—my cats landed on the floor and the other ones disappeared. I thank for this.

My life was very boring and tedious until I began to dream that I had wings and I flew in the sky full of stars. I thank the Holy Spirit for sending me these wonderful dreams. Now I am happy and more optimistic.

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When I was overwhelmed with problems in my life, a poetry book appeared near my bed. I got down to read it and I discovered that the poetry gives me wings and makes me fly free like a bird towards the immensity. Since then when I get sad or have a problem I submerge in the poetry and I forget for a while about everything and feel myself like a pure spirit without mundane burdens. I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for this comfort.

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When I went for the money to pay the expenses of my ranch, some bandits began to chase me. The had very good horses compared to my old nag. But by a miracle of the Virgin of Zapopan who put wings on my horse’s legs it ran like never before, and the bandits left behind. I thank for this miracle.

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I live alone, with my cat and dog. Sometimes we are bored because nothing happens in our town. But the Virgin of the Rosary made us the miracle. She gives us wings at night, and we go to fly over the fields, and the immensity around is ours. Thanks to that we manage to remain optimists and keep great wish to work. We thank the Holy Virgin.

My son Gregorio was slightly crazy. He made himself wings from chicken feathers and jumped off the highest tree. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for the miracle that he was able to flap his wings a little bit—enough to land without killing himself. Although he fell on a cactus and got hurt by the spines, he didn’t break his bones for which I infinitely thank.

When I was going back home on my bike, a demon came out from a manhole blocking my way. The Virgin of the Solitude made a wonderful miracle and gave me wings for time enough to fly over the demon and escape.

July 5, 1967

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I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for leaving a poetry book near me when I had more problems and sadness than ever. I realized that the poetry gives me wings and makes me free as a bird flying in the immensity. Every time I feel sad or have a problem I submerge in the poetry and forget about everything for a while. I become a pure spirit.

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I had few pots with marijuana to make poultice to treat my rheumatism. One day I thought that smoking it might also help for rheumatism. Although, it didn’t, it put me in very good mood and even food tasted better. So I kept smoking every day until once I saw that my cats had wings and were smiling at me. That day I stopped smoking. My cats turned back to be normal, and now I only prepare poultice with marijuana.

I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe because at night she gives wings to me and to my cat, so we fly together over the towns and fields. These night flights calm me down, and my problems seem less serious to me the day after.

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My doggy and I were admiring the view from the top when the edge of the cliff went down. We fell down. Suddenly I realized that I’m flying like a bird. I got a couple of wings on my back. I looked at my dog, it also got little wings. We landed softly near my grandfather’s house which was right under the cliff. I thank the Holy Virgin for this incredible miracle, which I don’t talk about to not pass for crazy.

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