(A Tale of One Love, Many Worlds)

Sadie continues to write her book. It is a brand new year, 2025, and she is learning about the rosary alongside Father Mark Mary. Diving deeper into her spiritual truth, her daily needs are being met.   Many skeptics do not believe in the rosaries or taking the daily bread. Or even about praying to God, but that is okay with her. She will always believe in and pray to her Abba Father, who is within her. Today, her earthly father, Arnulfo Eugenio, is also in heaven. Sixteen years old, it seemed like it was just yesterday when she got that call from her niece, Aimee. 

“It’s time,” is all Sadie remembers hearing.

The doctors had allowed the family to take Arnulfo home and be with his family and take his final breath in his home alongside his wife and some of Sadie’s siblings.

It is a chilly day today, and as Sadie looks at the barren trees, two cardinals flutter by. Sadie is convinced that her father and mother are passing by and telling her everything is okay. “You continue doing well. Continue doing the work and continue writing that book about our ancestors. We are protecting you and every one of you from heaven. Just be peaceful, Sadie. Be calm, Chabelita… Do not fear. Do not stress; continue to spread your kindness and gentleness. 

Last night, while watching “100 Years of Solitude,” she imagined her ancestors’ plight against the government. She is a Zapata on her father’s side, and her ancestor’s words pierce her soul as the government’s atrocities against the townspeople infuriate her.   

Perhaps that is why she is independent and headstrong yet gentle as a lamb by nature. There is a thin line between justice and injustice, isn’t there?   Sadie is learning that being humble, loving all, and detached will make a human being a slave to none. Perhaps we meet people in this life to clear up unresolved issues from our past because anything beyond that might not have been the right choice.

Hope is the memory of the future, and we must be friends between the observer and the ego. If things didn’t happen a certain way, then none of the miracles would have appeared, don’t you think?

Taking out her journal, she writes excitedly about her next pilgrimage to La Fatima, Portugal, where a great miracle occurred, and Santiago de Compostela, Spain. She and her sister “Nena” will be traveling soon, and she will continue exploring her Portuguese and Spanish roots as she pays homage to her beloved Virgencita!

I dedicate the morning to you, Lord. I dedicate the morning to you alone. I dedicate the morning to you, Lord, only to you. Give me your Holy Spirit, my Lord. Share with me your holiness. I dedicate the morning to you, Lord; I dedicate it all to you. You are my Lord and Savior, and you are my all. I dedicate my life to you forevermore. I dedicate my morning to you, Lord, and I will dance like David, and I will dance like David. Amen Amen

She is about two chapters away from completing her labor of love and knows that it will be finished in due time.