until you identify the pattern, you are the pattern.
My late grandmother Dominga is my chosen spirit guide. She has been for a while now. She tells me my gifts are part of my inheritance from my maternal lineage.
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My late grandmother Dominga is my chosen spirit guide. She has been for a while now. She tells me my gifts are part of my inheritance from my maternal lineage.
My biological sisters also carry these gifts, passed down through the feminine of our bloodline, but they’ve chosen not to develop them. Not yet. I see the potential in them. I know it’s there. But potential is only that, until it's nurtured with consciousness and care.
That’s why my grandmother Dominga gave me overtime in this lifetime.
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Her first assignment? Understand the patterns that no one wants to recognize. Feel what no one dares to feel. So it can be healed.
I chose to do both. And I chose to speak on it.
The audacity I carry, the courage I embody, to name what I see in my family... it’s wild. So wild, I became the truth teller. The kind of truth teller that gets you exiled from dysfunctional family unions.
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Dominga Aguilar
My grandmother Dominga comes to me in dreams, in quiet reflections, sometimes through women who channel her messages for me.
The most recent pattern she revealed cracked open a chain that had bound five generations of women in my bloodline.
The belief:
My great-grandmother: A widow with three young children. R*ped by her brother-in-law while living in her sister's home after her husband passed.
When she told her sister, she was not believed. She was discarded. Put out on the street with my grandfather in her womb. Invisible. Surviving.
Bernada Salarza
Bernada Salarza
My grandmother:
A virgin in her early twenties.
R*ped by the man who would be her husband.
Married to him not out of love, but out of shame, because she was now “ruined” for any other man.
She hid her pregnancy and passed on that shame to her unborn child - my mother.
My mother:
Pregnant at 18,
In love with a man who loved many.
Unmarried, ashamed.
Hiding her pregnancy until the eighth month.
Shrinking, making herself small, hoping to be chosen.
My sister:
18 and pregnant.
Hid it from our mother until the third month.
Beaten by her child’s father.
Left for dead at eight months pregnant.
She shrinks to survive.
My niece:
My sister’s daughter.
Pregnant at 24.
Hid it too.
The father cheats and lies.
She gives birth without a partner, wondering how she ended up there.
She shrinks, still begging to be loved.
My grandmother:
A virgin in her early twenties.
R*ped by the man who would be her husband.
Married to him not out of love, but out of shame, because she was now “ruined” for any other man.
She hid her pregnancy and passed on that shame to her unborn child - my mother.
My mother:
Pregnant at 18,
In love with a man who loved many.
Unmarried, ashamed.
Hiding her pregnancy until the eighth month.
Shrinking, making herself small, hoping to be chosen.
My sister:
18 and pregnant.
Hid it from our mother until the third month.
Beaten by her child’s father.
Left for dead at eight months pregnant.
She shrinks to survive.
My niece:
My sister’s daughter.
Pregnant at 24.
Hid it too.
The father cheats and lies.
She gives birth without a partner, wondering how she ended up there.
She shrinks, still begging to be loved.
Bernada Salarza
Five generations of women shrinking, hiding, trying to be loved through silence and survival. I chose different.
My second sight is my inheritance.
My voice is my gift.
My healing is my rebellion.
My grandmother in spirit confirms this.
I speak with them,
but I do not repeat them.
I speak on it.
I speak through it.
I speak beyond it.
Berta Campos
My Roots
Mexico
66%
Portugal
4%
Basque
3%
Northern Spain
3%
Spain
3%
North East Scotland
4%
Ireland
3%
Northern Wales & North West England
3%
France
3%
Southerns Germanic Europe
2%
Senegal
2%
Ivory Coast & Ghana
1%
North Africa
2%
Slovenia
1%
Southwestern Balkans
1%
Western Bantu People
1%
Mexico
66%
Portugal
4%
Basque
3%
Northern Spain
3%
Spain
3%
North East Scotland
4%
Ireland
3%
Northern Wales & North West England
3%
France
3%
Southerns Germanic Europe
2%
Senegal
2%
Ivory Coast & Ghana
1%
North Africa
2%
Slovenia
1%
Southwestern Balkans
1%
Western Bantu People
1%
My Roots
Bernada Salarza
Manuel Portillo
Juliana Portillo
Salazar
Manuel Lopez
Paula Hernandez
Felix Lopez
Octaviano Lopez
Portillo
Bernada Salarza
Manuel Portillo
Juliana Portillo
Salazar
Manuel Lopez
Paula Hernandez
Felix Lopez
Octaviano Lopez
Portillo
Claudio Aguilar
Gloria Mora de Aguilar
Dominga Aguilar de Campos
Enrique Campos Gomez
Jeronimo Gomez
Guillermina Campos
Ana Bertha Campos Lopez
Jeronimo Gomez
Guillermina Campos
Gloria Mora de Aguilar
Claudio Aguilar
Gloria Mora de Aguilar
Dominga Aguilar de Campos
Enrique Campos Gomez
Jeronimo Gomez
Guillermina Campos
Ana Bertha Campos Lopez
Jeronimo Gomez
Guillermina Campos
Gloria Mora de Aguilar
My great-grandmother: A widow with three young children. R*ped by her brother-in-law while living in her sister's home after her husband passed.
When she told her sister, she was not believed. She was discarded. Put out on the street with my grandfather in her womb. Invisible. Surviving.
When she told her sister, she was not believed. She was discarded. Put out on the street with my grandfather in her womb. Invisible. Surviving.
When she told her sister, she was not believed.
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My great grandmother Dominga comes to me in dreams, in quiet reflections, sometimes through women who channel her messages for me.
The most recent pattern she revealed cracked open a chain that had bound five generations of women in my bloodline.
The belief:.
My great-grandmother: A widow with three young children. R*ped by her brother-in-law while living in her sister's home after her husband passed.
When she told her sister, she was not believed. She was discarded. Put out on the street with my grandfather in her womb. Invisible. Surviving.
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