Victor Villaseñor
Author and Public Speaker
Welcome! Mi casa, su casa! My home, your home!
The way I figure it, what makes my writing kind of special is that I didn’t learn to read until the age of 20. And because of that, I didn’t get educated into Western Civilization, and so I was able to retain my two grandmothers’ Indigenous Native American Sacred Knowledge.
And back at one time, we were all Native Indigenous People the whole world over, and so this is why I truly believe my writing and my talks touch people’s HeartCorazones so deeply, giving Life to their long forgotten Cellular Soul Memories and reminding us that each day is, indeed, otro Milagro de Dios, another Miracle gifted to us by Our Almighty, and back then we all Lived in Harmony with Creation, and hence were in Peace with each other.
Example, back in 1992 when I was on a national book tour with Rain of Gold in Austin, Texas, I was halfway through my talk at a packed-full bookstore, when an elderly woman couldn’t stand it anymore, and she leaped out of her chair shouting, “You wrote about my family! And I’m German!”
You see, once we get in touch with Our Ancestral Roots, we instantly Know with a capital ‘K’ in Our HeartSouls that being Mexican/Latinos, Europeans, Asians, Africans, Russians, Middle Easterners, or “Down Unders,” it really doesn’t matter, because there’s only One Race, Our Human Race, and hence, we’re ALL! ALL! ALL! FAMILIA!
Another example, a few years back when it was publicized I’d be giving a talk at our local college in my hometown of Oceanside, California, whole families drove in from Oregon, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, and one family drove in all the way from Chicago, and others drove in from Texas and Mexico.
Why? I really had no idea until at the end of my talk when I asked if there were any questions or statements that anyone would like to make. One little girl about five years old towards the left of the audience and four rows back from the front, leaped to her feet, waving her little hand with such exuberance that people laughed, so I walked over and handed her the microphone.
“Your talk touched my heart!” she shouted in a loud little girl’s voice with tears streaming down her face.
“My heart too,” said her father, also crying, “and I’d like you to know that we drove in all the way from Tucson to hear you speak, because your books . . . have united us as a family in a way that was never possible before. My little girl’s grandparents now have the confidence to tell her and their other grandkids the stories of their own lives, because the stories they read about your family are so similar to their own stories.”
“He’s right,” said the mother, “because now days it’s so easy for kids with TV and their cell phones to just dismiss their grandparents’ stories. Thank you very much for validating the stories of our own familia.”
And there it was.
And so once more I realized why people love my books so much and are willing to drive such long distances to come and hear me speak. Because you see, it’s not me who writes or speaks, it’s our Collective Ancestry who’s BITING AT THE BIT to come to us, to come through us, and let us Know with a capital “K” that on the Other Side of Living, they’re all United in Love, Harmony, and Peace and they’re just waiting for us on This Side of Living to WAKE UP and realize that we are already living in HEAVEN ON EARTH! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT HERE! YOU! ME! WE! WEEE! WEEE! ALL OF US!
So welcome! Mi casa, su casa! And realize we’re all aboard the same SpaceShip called Mother Earth, and so today it’s paramount that we make it our primary mission to help heal her IMMEDIATELY! And hence take us Human People off the most endangered list!