I have worked with Santa Muerte for many years, but I have to say that my most prominent experience with her actually happened alongside my husband. In May 2013, my husband was arrested (falsely) on a burglary charge that had happened a week prior. The police came to his work and arrested him in front of everyone. They said that they had found fingerprints (also turn out to be false) and that my husband matched the description given by the neighbor. They took him down to the station, where they interrogated him and had the neighbor identify him. They tried to force a confession, but my husband refused to admit to a crime he did not commit.
We were unable to make bail so he had to wait until he saw the judge. I went to the arraignment and the public defender told me he was facing possibly a few years in prison! I was so upset that I cried and cried for days. I could not eat or sleep. I called my parents and told them what had happened. They told me I was welcome to come stay with them and bring my kids. I packed a few bags, and off we went. We arrived and shortly after I put my kids to bed. They asked me where Daddy was and I told them he had to go away and take care of a few things. They asked me when he’d be back. I fought my tears back and told them that he would hopefully be back soon. I kissed them good night, and went down to talk to my mother. My mother took me in her arms and hugged me. Although I was raised primarily Catholic, my mother had always been a believer in Santa Muerte. She took me to a room where she had a small altar set up, along with some offerings. For the next week and a half I prayed every night to Santa Muerte, asking her to bring justice for my husband as well as to protect him from harm while he was incarcerated. I also asked her to protect me and my family financially. We were using our small amount of savings as sparingly as possible, but without my husband’s income they would run out fairly soon.
The night before my husband’s next court appearance I asked Santa Muerte to please release my husband from jail and clear him of the charges. I could not sleep at all that night. The next morning, we walked into the courtroom. When waited for what seemed like an eternity until they finally brought my husband up, shackles and all. The judge said that just a few days prior, they had caught a man that matched my husband’s description breaking into a house in the same neighborhood. He had not only confess to breaking into other houses, but they found a hammer that had been used to smash the windows of the houses. The fingerprints on the hammer matched the fingerprints found at the crime scene (and NOT my husband’s like the police had told him). The judge cleared him of all charges, and he was released from jail later on that night.
I cannot believe how fast Santa Muerte had worked to catch the criminal. This is proof that she believes in justice for her devotees and those that call upon her. While the entire experience was terrible, we are grateful that things were not any worse and that my husband only did a small amount of time. His work was very understanding and sympathetic to the situation, and he returned the next week. Santa Muerte is a very powerful saint, and my family and I are indebted to her. I will continue to turn to her in times of turmoil and distress. Thank you for reading my story.
By Jessica B.