XX: How old was he?
E.V: In his late eighties, I think. He was very old.
XX: What was the time frame?
E.V: (he thinks) It must have been 91’, maybe early 92. This would be the first time, in at least a decade that he wanted to be with me for a blessing. At this time, I had definitely come into my own and was looking towards becoming a mentor for others.
XX: Were you angry?
E.V: Perhaps I was. But that’s just my ego talking. I was happy to see him. It had been a long time. On the way we to the lady’s house we discussed what he was seeing in South America, the Santa Muerte. He wasn’t so concerned with that as he was with the culto a los muertos. He had met with a local coroner who explained to him about dozens of murders. The autopsies were revealing that the last meals they had were of
