Mexica Spiritualism

I am Catrina, daughter of Santa Muerte, born on the day of Monkey in the Mexica Sacred Calendar, the tonalpoualli.  Since I was a child, I have had a strong connection to the divine, but only recently connected to my ancestors through meditation, past life regression and a heavy dose of neurodivergent hyperfocus.

Due to painful racist experiences my mother faced, I was raised to only claim my Caucasian Spanish heritage and to hide my Mexican ancestry. Two of my four grandparents immigrated to the United States from Mexico in the early 1900s. When I was in my late 20s, I jumped at the chance to take a road trip with my father to visit his cousins whom he had not seen in many years and whom I had never met. It was on that trip that I learned I am descended from the warrior class of the Mexica (pronounced meh-SHE-cah), a people the Spanish invaders renamed to Aztec. My paternal great, great grandfather was a Mexica warrior, still wearing the traditional temillotl (teh-MILL-ohtl) or “round column of stone” hairstyle. The revelation of being heir to such a rich indigenous cultural heritage changed my relationship with myself and my life. Over time, I began to meld my spiritual gifts with my indigenous heritage. It has grown into the practice that I share today.

I do not believe in acting as a gatekeeper for my ancestors. Their culture was rich with helping to heal and I choose to do the same. I enjoy helping people heal and strive to share my gifts with those who have need of them. Because I connect with my ancestors on a daily basis, I don’t feel their wisdom is meant to be hoarded, but rather shared as widely as possible.