Everyone remembers the first time they fell in love. The entire world takes on an entirely different hue. Any tones of gray or gloom are replaced by vibrant and lively shades of joy, happiness, and pleasure.
Ah, to be in love. To be in that blissful state where all problems seem to melt away, slipping out of existence from the cursed realm of serious difficulties to the blessed garden of conquered by love.
Nobody seems as pretty or as handsome or as interesting or as attractive as your significant other.
All day you find yourself thinking of this person – the sight of them, the sweet, soothing scent left after a warm embrace, the sound of their laughter, the feel of their skin and the taste of their lips invade your mind incessantly and permeate your every thought.
Perhaps you are sitting there, with a warm smile on your face, thinking of or remembering a certain person in your life.
Shakespeare sums this up quite nicely:
“For where thou art, there is the world itself, And where thou art not, desolation.” (Henry IV Part 2, Act 3 Scene 2)
It is one of the greatest pleasures in life to be so connected and attached to another person that your joy is their joy, their pain is your pain, and it seems impossible to have it any other way.
You would not have it any other way, and neither would they.
Right?
At some point or another, you are slammed back down to Earth. The rose colored glasses are pulled off, and you gradually regain some of your reasoning back.
No, you say to yourself, it is impossible. Something like this would never happen to us.
Maybe it was a minor transgression, like a missed phone call, an unexplained late night, or a suspicious Facebook posting.
Perhaps it was a more foreboding and blatant sign, like a racy text message, a late night phone call, or items of the opposite sex not belonging to you left in places they should not be.
Millions of thoughts and possibilities start running through your head.
What did I do wrong? Does this person no longer love me? Why didn’t I do better? Am I not pretty/successful/intelligent/etc. enough?
Acts of revenge of an unspeakable nature may start to slowly lurk around the distraught mind.
These negative and poisonous thoughts overpower any logic, reason, or sense. How can one function, let alone thrive with this state of mind?
This has to be one of the cruelest and vicious acts humans can perform on each other.
The complete and utter destruction of trust and intimacy can scar a person for years and years.
If that perfect, fairy tale love described earlier is the sky high pinnacle of joy and happiness, then this is the soul crushing cavern of sorrow and despair.
Even if the two lovers try to reconcile, it is like trying to piece together a glass bowl with glue. It may hold water, but it will never be the same.
If you have a fear that your lover may have wandering eyes, then ask Santa Muerte to use her awesome power to keep them on the correct path.
The following items are suggested:
Glass of Water (required)
Glass of Wine
Image of Santa Muerte (required)
Image of your lover
Red Apple
Red Candle
Place the items on a clean altar or table. Recite the following, or a variation:
Oh Holy Death, I ask you to strengthen this most beautiful of unions between man and woman. In your presence, I beg of you to keep us strong, healthy, faithful, kind, and loving until the end. Santa Muerte, please use your endless power to fix myself and my significant other, and to erase any past transgressions, misdeeds, and ill thoughts of our past.
My Holy Mother, whom I turn to in times of need, I kneel humbled at your feet. For it is you that can transform our thoughts and energies into something positive and productive. For it is you that I devote my time, my energy, and I ask that you bless us. Oh Holy Death, I offer all that I can to you, and I give all the thanks that my heart and mind can bear. Amen.