Santa Muerte – the Answer to My Prayers

As a child growing up in rural Ontario, Canada, my exposure to religion was Catholicism from my mama and atheist from my father. There was no middle ground, either you were graded and judged before being welcomed into God’s Kingdom or the idea that when we depart that’s it, our story is over. Neither of those paths seemed right with me – how can something so grand as the afterlife be so black and white?

I struggled with these concepts growing up as a young adult. I then learned how many people in any form of power abuse it, the church and government especially. I craved some sort of connection to the cosmos and defining the after life and who walks with us while we are in this physical realm.

I then turned to more occult and pagan practices as they allow…