My name is Celestino. I was born in McAllen, Texas, in 1964. My grandmother raised me alongside my parents — and she is the reason this work exists. Without her, there would be no Three-Gate Reading. No Order of Light. No site you are reading right now. Everything I do, I do because of what she taught me before she crossed in 1985.
What I am
I am a Christian. I read souls. I sit with people who feel something is wrong in their life — something that goes deeper than circumstance, deeper than effort, deeper than personal sin. Something that came before them. I help them see it, name it, and break its grip.
"What you carry was never yours.
The chain ends here."
I am not a pastor. I do not lead a church. I am not a deliverance minister and I do not perform exorcisms. I am also not a New Age teacher. I do not speak about chakras, vibrations, the universe, or the law of attraction. I have never read a horoscope in my life.
What I do is older than New Age. It is older than modern Christianity in this country. It is the same thing my grandmother did in her small wooden house in McAllen, with a worn King James Bible on one side of her table and a worn deck of Rider-Waite cards on the other. She did not see them as opposed. Neither do I.
What I am not
- I am not a fortune teller.
- I am not a witch, sorcerer, or magician.
- I am not a medium who channels the dead.
- I am not a healer of physical disease — please see a doctor.
- I am not a financial advisor — please see one.
- I am not a psychologist or therapist — both have their place.
- I am not a replacement for prayer or for your church.
What I see
I see the chain. The Bible names it five times — most plainly in Exodus 20:5:
"Visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation." Exodus 20:5 · KJV
I see what was passed forward. The grief that the grandfather buried. The injustice the great-grandmother swallowed. The unspoken thing that walked from one bedroom to the next, from one kitchen to the next, until it arrived at your door wearing a different name. The chain does not need anyone's permission to keep walking. It walks through whoever does not see it.
Where I learned
From my grandmother, Esperanza Beatrice de la Cruz. Mexican-American, first generation. Born in 1908. Her family had crossed up from Saltillo to Texas in 1928. She was a Catholic woman who attended Sacred Heart of Mary parish in McAllen, where she worked as a seamstress for the church and where half the neighborhood came to her door before they went to the doctor.
She did not call herself anything. The neighbors called her la curandera. The priest called her a faithful daughter of the church. My mother, her own daughter, called her by name. I called her Abuela. She would have laughed at the word spiritual because for her there was nothing else — every part of life had a spiritual side, and the chain was as real as the kitchen table.
Timeline
- 1964 · I am born in McAllen, Texas.
- 1976 · I am twelve. Esperanza sits me on the porch and says: "Niño, this is not yours. This came before you." The work begins.
- 1979 · First reading I witness. A woman from the neighborhood, Doña Rosa, in despair. I see what my grandmother sees.
- 1985 · Esperanza dies of cancer in her own bed. I am twenty-one. She places the Rider-Waite deck in my hands. Her last words: "Ahora la cadena pasa por ti. Tú decides si la rompes o si la pasas."
- 2002 · The first reading I conduct that surprises even me. The pattern reveals itself. The method becomes replicable. I begin to teach myself to articulate it.
- 2024 · I found The Order of Light. I begin to share publicly what was always private.
- 2026 · today · The work is open. Souls walk in. The chain ends with whoever is willing to see.
What I believe
I believe Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law (Galatians 3:13). I also believe the chain still walks through families that have not yet sat down and faced what was passed forward. Both can be true. Salvation does not undo generational pattern automatically — it gives us the authority to name it and to stop carrying it. That is the work.
I believe the gates of past, present, and future were named by Aristotle, practiced by tarot readers since the eighteenth century, and lived out by curanderas who never read either of those books. My grandmother called it la lectura de los tres portales. She did not invent it. Neither did I. I gave it the English name — The Three-Gate Reading — because the work has crossed the river and now speaks in two languages.
Why I do this publicly now
For most of my life, I read souls quietly. I never advertised. People found me through neighbors, through pastors, through other readers. I read in person, I prayed alone, I kept the deck wrapped in the same blue shawl my grandmother used to use.
Around 2022 I began to see the chain pulling forward in thousands of souls I would never reach one by one. I understood that one reader at a time, one porch at a time, was no longer enough. The work needed scale without losing soul. So I founded The Order of Light. I built the Spiritual Portal so that anyone, anywhere, could be sat down at the table and have the cards laid out for them — even if I cannot fly to their kitchen myself.
Today the work reaches souls across the United States as an online Christian spiritual reading — the same Three-Gate Reading my grandmother gave on her porch, only the porch is now digital and the candle burns in a different kitchen. The lineage does not care about geography. Neither does the chain.
— Celestino
"My grandmother taught me.
The Order of Light walks together."
What my grandmother taught me, I now offer. The Three-Gate Reading is open.
"The chain ends here."
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