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Mi Corona

Mi CoronaSoy de dios 

Por eso viví en corona

Crown Town/Corona Rifa 

Mi Corona la usare con orgullo

El orgullo de ser de dios

El orgullo de ser Mexicana

El orgullo de ser una

Una y unica 

Orgullo que crese con mi edad

Mi Corona me la regaló dios

La uso porque el me la puso

Me la puso para ayudar a mi gente 

Mi Corona es mi Corona y la usare con amor

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Dia De Los Muertos Mixed Media 16×20 on Canvas

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Today’s art work at Andersen School

Finally finished this today 3-4-14


New artwork 3-2-14


New art I’m working on 3-2-14



Meet my son Sam.579781_10150843431604823_752499822_9903108_1388614689_nToday was a very tough day for this mom that only wants good things for her son.  I have worked hard to get where I am which may not be much but it’s been a long journey to becoming an educated Latina originally from Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico.  I come from a very modest upbringing.  Raised in a Mexican household with 6 siblings and not much in the way of monetary things.  We had one television that we all fought over.  Excellent Mexican cooking by my mother Josefa and a very hard working and talented dad Elias.  I have worked the onion fields of California (green onions) Grapes of Cucamonga, California, white onions of Ontario, California.  This made me or molded me into who I am today.  My parents never wanted me to work in the fields, but I was never one to sit around and do nothing.  I enjoyed my time away from home, but being in the scorching hot sun and getting up at 4am on the weekends was not for kids to experience.  California growers are ruthless, they don’t care if you’re an adult or a child as long as their crops get picked they pay!

I have had many other tough jobs, but never a wimp about doing the tough work.  One of the greatest things I took away from my working in California fields is that I never wanted to work outdoors and I always knew I wanted to work in an air conditioned environment.  I feel for my people that continue to do that back breaking work, but it also makes me want to work hard for them, for their children and for my son.

My son has had a few jobs here and there, but today when I saw him working at our local car wash something made my heart jump to my throat.  When I left the car wash I could hardly breathe, I cried the whole way home.  This is not how I envisioned my son.  This is tough work, he is a driver there, but it was still tough seeing him in this establishment that hires a lot of Mexican men and women to do the cleaning work.  I spoke with an older Mexican man that brought my car out, he spoke to me in Spanish, he was very nice.  He could easily be my uncle or dad for that matter.  I told him my son Sam works there, he seemed perplexed.  He said there is only one Sam and I think he’s a gavacho – white!  I said if he’s 6-3 that’s my son, he’s Mexican/German.  The man said that Sam had told him in Spanish that his mom is Mexican and from Tijuana lol.  I guess it’s the right Sam :).  This man said that he’s had many conversations in Spanish with my son who I sent to a  Spanish immersion school and can read, write, and speak Spanish.  He said that he has told Sam to go to college and study so that he will not have to struggle in life as our people have.  Sam has replied that he is going to college when he finishes high school.

This man made my day, I love that Sam is interacting with Paizas.  People of our culture, that he is having those experiences.  That he sees how tough life can be for those who do not have the language or the education.  I hope this helps mold him and appreciate our people just in case he hasn’t up to this point.  Sam has grown up around a lot of kids that come from affluent backgrounds.  Sam’s mom has not been so fortunate 😦

Today was tough, but after speaking with a close friend and hearing her stories handed down from her father about our kids needing to have those experiences, needing to be carpet cleaners and car washers along side our people who’ve struggled so that someday they will appreciate their people, where we come from and the work they may someday do is priceless.

I know that Sam I Am will do great things, I hope he can someday be a great leader.

I’m so glad I have this blog, a place to put my story and reflect on how fortunate I have been and how lucky we are to live in America as my dad put it “The land of opportunity”.

Marina Castillo ❤


Secrets of the Vatican

Frontline revealed the culture of a Vatican few outsiders have seen, plagued by corruption, cover-ups and ruthless power struggles.

A secret society, a boys club, shelter, homosexuality, cover, a place where they can hide and do at will what society deams wrong or not of god.  I was not aware historically of Rome’s secret society, the cover ups and long historical perversion that the Vatican and previous popes have hushed.  This naive girl from Tijuana goes to Rome,  she is very excited to see the ruins of the Colosseum, Vatican, Cathedral, Michelangelo paintings, all of the architecture and then some.  Something not many people know about this girl is that she feels and senses things most people do not.  So as I am walking around Rome, instantly I get this disgusting vibe, a feeling an unsettling feeling that there was or is a lot of ugliness in Rome.  Perhaps I should have done my homework.  Every church we entered every piece of artwork has the energy of the perversion and molestation of young boys.  Every church we entered as beautiful as they are, I could not wait to take my pictures, snap the shots and find the nearest EXIT.  I can’t say I have ever felt so uncomfortable especially in a church. 

I recently watched a show on FRONTLINE: where they talked about the secrets of the Vatican and surrounding areas, the priests that host gay parties and they actually showed with hidden camera the priests carrying on with other men and then putting on their robe after their swaray ended.  It all started to make sense the more I watched the show, everything I was feeling and sensing and at times envisioning while in ROME.  I often doubt my abilities, but when they are that strong, so strong that I get visions, I should go with my gut. 

So many children molested and lives ruined because of this secret society, they know because its known in their circles and the rest of us are clueless.  I recently heard a friend say that “Divinity school is like the new black” that everyone and their brother is going to school to be a priest, I thought that was an odd statement, but maybe not!

I do not put people down for their beliefs or sexual preference, but when it hurts children and ruins lives, there is something very wrong with our world that looks up to priest and anyone outside of themselves for forgiveness and love.  We are all people of god and no one person should ever have power over another in the sense that they are “closer to god”. 


Art inspires the soul

Art is such a great way to express yourself! I knew I wanted to draw a cross, what kind of cross and design was not clear until I began filling in the color. I knew I wanted the center to be my favorite color – turquoise! Other than the center, the cross took on a life of its own. When I began filling in the color the edges started to need to be prickly like cactus, it made sense so I continued this effect. As I continued the center needed to flare and or glow somehow, hence the red center explosion! As I was adding color I felt as though the art was leading my hand. I had no idea what it would look like or what I would do! The end result is what it was meant to be.

I think about Jesus being hammered to the cross and how every inch of the cross must have felt like laying on a cactus hence the prickly edges. As the center came to life it made me think of how his blood was shed on the cross for us.

The Turquoise is the protection and the color of love ❤❤❤❤❤as I see it 🙂