En San Marcos no ay madre!

  This story develops at a local convenient gas station and store here in the town of San Marcos, Texas circa 2018. The time is about noon and it's a bright sunny day. Across this gas station is a Mexican restaurant where many tour Buses from Old Mexico and Truckers stop to enjoy a rest and food to eat. It seems that both the restaurant and filling station are always busy throughout the day and night. On this day I decided to stop at the station to buy a Newspaper and that was all. And as usual it was packed with people waiting in the line. Well, I was way back in that line and about four young Mexicans from Mexico were talking loudly in front of me. They said that they had toured San Antonio and loved the Missions there. Everybody in this place was talking and enjoying conversation time. As for me I loved the atmosphere and was just listening to the four as I watched another young handsome guy ahead of us because he had a large tattoo on his right foreman of something that I had never seen before. This tattoo fascinated me because I love symbols. So I watched this guy more carefully and I wanted to talk to him about why he chose that tattoo to be placed on his arm. But, the line was moving and people were weaving through the line as others came in. And as I continued to listen to the four young bandit types talking, one said out loud to the others, because they had just toured San Marcos, and he said, " Here in San Marcos there is nothing to see. Then another said, "Yes, they don't even have a mother nothing to see. Then as he finished saying that I couldn't resist the temptation to say something in defense for San Marcos. And I said to him in Spanish because this conversation was entirely in Spanish between all of us, "Why do you say that in San Marcos there is not a mother this or that to see?  Did you guys go see the Old Main Building at the hill?" Then one guy responded and said, "No." Then I said, "Well, you can't say that San Marcos doesn't even have a Mother to see here then." Then he said, ""What is the Old Main?" Then I said, "Go to the hill at the University and there is an old castle looking building there, look at it well okay." Then I said to them, "But now before you guys leave, let me help you see what you will see when you look at it when you guys go there right now." I said, "What you will see is The Crown that goes on top of The goddess head! And when you see it, take pictures of it, and afterwards please don't ever say that San Marcos doesn't have a mother nothing to see!" Then they said, " Okay, then we will go see The Old Main Building before we leave San Marcos." Then as we got to the cashiers the young guy with the tattoo on his arm was delayed checking out. Then I turned to the four in front of me and said to them, "Do you guys see that tattoo on that guy's arm? Then the young man turned to look at me too because I was pointing to his tattoo while making a point to the four about the image that he had permanently printed on it. Then I said, "Do you see That Tower of Babylon on Car Tire Wheels speeding down the highway on his arm? Well, that Tower is the same as the Crown at The Old Main Building guys." Further, I said, "That Tower is always moving all over the World fast since The Great Nimrod, and the people with him there, wanted  "God" to move further and higher away from them because they wanted to breathe freely without Rules and Restrictions and be able to do their own thing." Then all the four walked out the station and started talking among each other and I overheard one say as they walked away, "That guy knows something that we don't." Ruben, how do you know that story you told those guys is true? Because years ago I had a dream about The goddess, either rising or descending down into the ground at Old Main Building at dawn. She was gigantic in size and I only saw her from waist up. She wore the usual dress or gown from the ancient Greek period. All the creases and folds on the gown moved in the wind of that night in the dream, as her hair also did. She was middle aged looking and she stood over 400 feet tall easily from her waist up. It's not easy to put into scale the size of this image of The goddess as she rose or descended from the top of this hill. She was in spirit material form and she looked exactly as one sees her in ancient Greek style art. She looked like Demetris or Artemis? She had short hair and was beautiful in that manifestation of her, I can't lie. The Old Main Building was her Crown on her head! Now!, can you imagine how big and tall this woman was? And I was allowed to "See" this image that no one else has ever seen like this one. And yes she took that form from ancient Greece. As the dream opened I was standing almost where The American Legion Building and a gas station that once used to be there a long time ago. There was a Ice Cream and Laundry place here once too. That would be on the South side facing Old Main. She was looking at me and she was animated because she was in three dimensional form and her facial features as well as her upper body moved realistically as human beings do. Her eyes moved and blinked as she stared at me and I gazed back at her and marveled of course. Who wouldn't if you were allowed to see something like this. But I was not afraid nor fear ever gripped me here. I did write to The San Marcos Daily Record Newspaper in San Marcos about this dream and they did print this story. That took me for a flip because it was rare when The Editors would be so generous to me when I wrote my letters to them. Anyway, I have seen The goddess in many other forms and I have recorded other spiritual phenomena that I have been privy to see, and sent letters to our "Record" about them also. And moreover, as for this Image at Old Main Building, I did deeper research on this image of the goddess and found way more information about this scene from Arabian written historical sources that are hard to find. So please don't anybody give me flack about what I see or know. I have paid a big price for what I see. Nothing comes for free. And in my encounters with spirits, please don't lie! But, I did the hard work because I set out into this spiritual journey to find what the "Real Truth" is at any cost to me. And I will admit again, "John Bunyan" knew what he was writing about when he wrote "Pilgrim's Progress." The Christian journey is a hard one. And if a Christian ever tells you that the journey is easy, don't listen to those people that don't read The Bible to learn and obey. Or that read nothing at all. It would be a dull thing if every day were a sunny and bright day where we only laugh and play in it and there would be no shade Tree for us to rest and think and stay healthy. Therein lies your Balance. And last, I told the young Mexicans from Old Mexico, "That mother thing is everywhere and almost all the World worships her." I thank my "God" people because without "Him" I couldn't survive. America was once on the Right Path, but the "Corruptors in Black Tuxedos and Black Top Hats" came in looking like friends and polluted The Right Path. Now our Government is assisting in rebuilding that Fallen Tower; or Humpty Dumpty, again. Nonetheless, I will still fight for America despite the bullshit it puts me through so long as I can worship "Jesus Christ" freely. Thank you guys, and please don't think I am ignorant about who America is or represents. I always have "The Who" song about "The American Woman" on my mind. Thank you though. Nevertheless, all that I can say is that what is meant to be, is meant to be. Let's sleep on that. Adios Amigos. Thanks again.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Respectfully,                                                                                       Ruben N. Gutierrez                                                                                                                                          

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