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I ate some dirt the other day from a place called Chimayo, in New Mexico. It’s supposed to have healing powers. This is how the story goes:
Sometime around 1810, a Chimayo friar was performing penances when he saw a light bursting from a hillside.
Digging, he found a crucifix, quickly dubbed the miraculous crucifix of Our Lord of Esquipulas. A local priest brought the crucifix to Santa Cruz, but three times it disappeared and was later found back in its hole. By the third time, everyone understood that El Senor de Esquipulas wanted to remain in Chimayo, and so a small chapel was built on the site. Then the miraculous healings began. These grew so numerous that the chapel had to be replaced by the larger, current Chimayo Shrine - an adobe mission - in 1816.
It really didn’t taste bad at all. I’m saving the rest for when I really need a miracle.
