Art – The Manifestation of the Blue Flower
My art, first a hobby than a business, has been the primary love in my entire life. I can’t remember a time that I was not a creative. In the second grade, I painted a relatively simple blue flower. Far from simple, this flower changed my life path in many ways. My mother received a call from the school saying they wanted to put my flower in an art show. A few weeks later, we went to the show at the school. My mother secretly wondered what second grader could paint a blue flower that was that significant to be recognized. Since this time, she consistently reminds me of the curious case of this blue flower. When seeing the painting for the first time, my mother was shocked by its intensity. The teacher explained to her that the assignment had been to just paint a flower. Most students painted a straight stem with a solid color flower in the middle of the page. This is typical for a child of 7. I had chosen to depict my flower close-up and personal. Each petal was a different shade of blue, and all the petals bled to the edge of the page. I don’t remember my second-grade teacher’s name, but I do remember becoming focused on art, from that day moving forward, my parents made sacrifices to continue my studies and learn different techniques and mediums. With the supporting, positive force of my parents I evolved into the person I am today using photography, graphic design, illustration, painting, sculpting clay and anything else that I can use to communicate my love of creating art. Without the expressive outlet of art, I would not be the healthy, happy individual that I am today. From one-of-a-kind Craft items to church pamphlets, I have been able to help others better express their beliefs and practices through visual media.
Paranormal – Aunt Susie Tells the Truth
Since childhood, I have had experiences I cannot explain. I have always believed in the paranormal and I had experiences with it. Knowing what I know now, these experiences where not small incidents but since the paranormal was never a taboo subject amongst my family and friends, I really didn’t think of it as a big deal. Although my very first experience around the age of eight scared me something serious. This incident plus several others is what catapulted me into the paranormal world because of this I formed my own paranormal team officially in 2011, Mariposa Oscura Paranormal Investigations. My team is very special to me for it consists of my fiancé Brain Myers who is an investigator and technician and my cousin Brianna Ortiz an investigator and fellow witch. I pride myself on the fact that this is a family ran operation. When you seek are help or guidance, we treat you as family and will do are best with respect and integrity to find the answers you seek. I know society and the paranormal realm don’t always agree. Depending on your beliefs it can be a constant struggle to not feel like an outsider when you can’t explain the unexplainable situation you have found yourself in. That is why my team feels so fortunate to be able to help, educate and give and receive support for those seeking help with their spiritual and paranormal endeavors.
I was only 8 when I had my first experience with apparitions (paranormal). I was spending the night at my Aunt Susie’s house with her and my cousins. They were all asleep on the second floor and I was asleep on the first floor on the sofa. Something woke me up in the middle of the night and I looked over at the rocking chair in the living room and there was a woman sitting in the rocking chair with a man standing behind her, with his left hand resting on her right shoulder. They were dressed in late 1800’s style clothing, I could see the flower pattern on her dress, that’s how clear they were. The women turned and looked at me and she seemed friendly but then the man soon looked at me after her and he had no eyes. It scared the crap out of me and I started screaming for my Aunt but I was froze to the sofa. My aunt heard me and called out for me to run up the steps, it took all I had to run past these two apparitions and get up the stairs. My Aunt told me I had just been dreaming (I knew I hadn’t but she is my Aunt how can I argue with her). For the first time ever, I slept in her bed that night. The next morning, she told me the truth about what I seen and about the little girl in the house as well. (I saw her a few months later) I found out that day that the paranormal realm and ghost are real.
Occult – You’re a Occultist
I have always understood the importance of spirituality and the undeniable respect it should be given. I was born and raised Catholic. I went to Sunday school and Church every weekend as a young child. I have been baptized, had my communion and been confirmed by the Catholic Church. I have always believed in a supreme being and the moral structure that accompanies spirituality. One should always walk their path of faith with wisdom, integrity, truth, courage and honor. I am a witch, I have always been a witch…I just didn’t know it!
I didn’t find my true spiritual path until I was in my early twenties. It hit me like a ton of bricks! I found myself extremely sick, lost and completely confused on what I should do with my life. I was in a horrible relationship and was allowing myself to slip completely away from who I truly wanted to be. Around this time, I had been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, osteoarthritis, fibromyalgia, neuropathy and sjogrens disease. As I became sicker over several years, I came to the unwanted conclusion that I would have to move back home to my parents’ house and get away from the horrible relationship I was in.
A few months after moving back home and getting settled in, I found myself home alone. I had a lot of trouble walking and had to use a cane when it was necessary to get up. The pain I was experiencing was some of the worst pain I have ever had in my life. I was headed for my bathroom which is off my room, maybe ten feet away. After only a few steps I collapsed to the floor. My legs refused to hold me up. I became hysterical, started crying and screaming that I didn’t want to do this anymore, that I have had enough. I screamed out, “I am done, I don’t want to live!” I would have been completely fine with being dead in that moment. As I sat there thinking how I wanted it all the pain to end, a warmth of strength completely engulfed me. It was so overpowering and comforting I stopped crying immediately. Then I heard a women’s voice say over and over, “Get up, all you have to do is get up!” In the moment, I thought it was my grandmother (my mom’s mother) but I would found out later it was my spirit guide. I unknowingly called out to her and she answered. This moment in my life, this small moment changed everything!
Although I had experiences with the paranormal prior to this moment, I knew it was different. This was not some spirit haunting me or just passing through but I was unaware at the time, what it all meant. This experience catapulted me into the search for answers. I had to know why, what, where who, and how!? I started researching and studying anything I could get my hands on. Through this research I connected with many in the paranormal and occult realms. For several years I did this studying, educating, talking with others about their experiences, their knowledge and through this I realized I am a witch. Of course, I didn’t just wake up one morning and say, “Oh by the way I am witch today!” It happened gradually over time but I found my way.
So, now here I am years later, living a life I never thought of living, but I couldn’t be happier. My experiences of the occult and paranormal realms change every aspect of me for the better. I am so grateful for that!
As I sat in front of my computer screen, I wonder where to start. How did I come to be who I am and how did this happen? Raised a Roman Catholic, I worked in a corporate environment in customer service, but today, I am an Occultist and an artist. Instead of wielding a pen, I work with paintbrush and casting spells to protect and heal. I am also a professional paranormal investigator chasing those things that go bump in the night. I can only tell you how I think I got where I am.