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Frozen Pizza Thoughts
My mother flew back to Guadalajara yesterday with my brother (who returned to Boston after) and a nurse. She’s getting worse, and I feel that being alone now—with only paid caregivers, while her three sons live scattered across North America—will not benefit her at all. My house feels wrong without her—too quiet, too clean, too…
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This is not Housekeeping. This is Exorcism
These are further pages from Jorge’s writings, the ongoing Conversations with Virgin Mary. I have learned to approach them with less skepticism and more attention: each letter is dense, peculiar, sometimes unsettling, yet never entirely opaque. They feel like fragments of a mind speaking across time, a mixture of instruction, confession, and something I cannot…
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The task left to those unseen
Editor’s Note: I continue to share the letters Jorge entrusted to me. He insisted on calling them his correspondence with the Virgin Mary, though there is no way to confirm whether these texts are a form of channelling or simply Jorge’s imagination—his own way of wrestling with demons or gods. The writings arrive like fragments…
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The First Fragment: Conversations with Virgin Mary
If you cannot forgive the child you once were, you will curse the adult you have become. A man who despises his younger self is like a house divided: forever repairing walls, never able to live inside.
Carlos Fentanes 