Beloved Santa Muerte, bearer of the scythe, assisted by the owl, and adorned with, the scales of justice, the hourglass, the globe, skeletal spirit, at the service of God the Father Mother, I ask you to intercede for me before God the Father Mother, that I may be blessed, protected, and prosperous, in all aspects of my life. Beloved Holy Death, assist me in my spiritual progress, to guide me towards ascension, protect me, bless me, fill me with light, and open my paths. Thank you, Santa Muerte, you already heard me. In the name of the Great Architect of the Universe. Id quod erit simile.
