That morning, Sadie woke up from her dream and instinctively reached for the pendant in her chest.
“Wait a minute, another one of those dreams again…It feels as though when I dream and then write, I am transported from the world of the living to the world of the deceased. However, are they truly gone?”
Indeed, Sadie must investigate this heirloom. Is she traveling back in her dreams or moving forward upon awakening? Should she attempt to understand it all? Do the deceased communicate with us through others? Does the body function with the assistance of the soul? Isn’t everything energy, and is there nothing beyond that? Don’t we recognize the soul by the body’s movements? When we align with the reality we seek to achieve, nothing else is required to possess that reality. Perhaps this explains our instinctive affection for the souls that preceded us, regardless of their fate. We do have the free will to choose our path, don’t we?
To understand who we are, we must understand our ancestors. What was their world like, and what were their beliefs? Sadie will continue writing so as not to forget the memories, ensuring that the people she writes about never die. She acknowledges that memories do not reside in a specific place. They remain in our hearts forever.
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Sadie continues to write her book. She started this new year learning about the rosary alongside Father Mark Mary and has enjoyed it. Learning to dive 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. 16 years old, and 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 cold 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, watching “100 Years of Solitude”, she imagined her ancestors’ plight against the government. She is a Zapata on her father’s side, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s words pierce her soul as the government atrocities against the townspeople infuriate her. Perhaps that is why she is strong, 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, and Santiago de Compostela. She and her sister “Nena” will be traveling soon, and she will continue exploring her Portuguese and Spanish roots.
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. Please 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
Origin of the Mascorro Surname: The name is believed to come from “Machorro,” which is of Portuguese origin. Several indicators suggest that the name may have Sephardic Jewish origins, stemming from the Jewish communities of Spain and Portugal. When the Romans conquered the Jewish nation in 70 C.E., a significant portion of the Jewish population was exiled throughout the Roman Empire.
Others note it is a Moorish last name, deriving from al’maskari, which means “soldier.” (Spain was under Moorish and Berber rule for about 800 years from 711 to 1492.)
Still, other theories suggest that the Mascorro is a “mestizo” rooted in Mexico, likely originating from a Native American tribe (known as “Indigenas”) and having some Spanish descent.
Finally, it is also believed that the first Mascorro to land in the New World was in 1586 in Guanajuato, Mexico. Today, at least 70% are rooted in Mexico, 20-25% in the USA, and 5-10% in other parts of the world.
(To be continued)
I’ve started working with my editor, and it’s getting super exciting at this stage. I just wanted to share a bit of what I’m working on. Remember, this latest novel employs a narrative structure that alternates between reality, imagination, dreams, streams of consciousness, and historical events. The protagonist, Sadie, narrates both factual and fictional accounts, maintaining the ancestral names in the selected love stories depicted throughout the text.
Con Amor….
