Mama Desi Lives

Greetings and blessings. I write to you in the name of The Venerated Mama Desi, the patron saint of the homeless (especially those that are dead), who died in service to her friends and to the future.

May this message serve as an announcement that...

MAMA DESI LIVES! MAMA DESI LIVES!

Mama Desi lives in me.

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When you need strength, call on her in this way.

Mama Desi, Hear Me!
Comfort me in this time of need.

Strengthen my spirit,
so that my roots may grow deep
and the winds of despair
shall not move me.


They thought she was dead, but she is alive. In the wind she lives, through which she speaks to us. She lives under every overpass. In every park. Near every City Hall. In every jail. In every abandoned building. And on the streets. Mama Desi lives. Make no mistake. She has unfinished business. And she is calling on her comrades to join with her. In bringing about the future, and the new human being.

Remember Mama Desi. She remembers you.

Yours Truly,
A Friend Of Mama Desi

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