Original Sin

One of the first barriers in the spiritual path is being stuck in the way in which we see ourselves, begining with our own body and sexual force.

The notion of original sin was invented and used to enslave humanity. Once you feel something that is intrinsically part of you is your enemy, that it is shameful, and that it can only be exercised with permission of the elite, then they got you.

You live as a slave to someone else’s ideals and judgements. Especially when you internalize this belief, when you make it your own, and when you yourself begin to censor your expression, to censor your force. Then, everything that you do is already controlled by those who control your moral center.

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This Our Land

This is our land, el continente americano.

I’ll say this unequivocally: In our land, you have the right to speak any language you wish to speak.
To live where your heart is.
To create and contribute.
To move about, learn, explore, and do.

In our land, you are welcome to establish a home,
To raise a family.
To help one another.
To protect and serve all beings.

In our land, you can be of any color.
Of any creed.
Of any culture.
Of any gender.
Of any identity.

Or of none.

I’ll also say this: this is our land not because we own it.
No one can own it.
It is our land because we are related to it and all its beings.
It is our land like our families are ours, like our friendship is ours, like our future is ours.

To All My Relations!

Koyote the Blind

The Here

It is of course a mystery to know that one is here without having a clue what here is; without having a clue how is it that one is here. It’s hard even at this moment to remember the situations that led to this moment. It’s a moment that has been waiting in the corridors of time for hundreds, thousands, millions of years–for an infinity.

Since before the world was created, there was this moment, here, waiting; standing within an ocean of time; creating an island of being where someone sits here and sees shadows and movement, where sounds are heard and lights are coming and going.

This moment will be over, and an ocean of time comes after it. This moment does not by itself come back, yet the moment is visited over and over again. And how is it that there is this moment here and not another? How is it that these words are read right now, and not others?

I, The Flame

In the vastness of time I stand in this brief moment between a dream and a dream with no name, no face, no past and no future; alone and naked, giving the light of not-being to the false dreams of prophecy and the path; breathing hope to the hopeless hearts; narrating the stories of the void; burning my light over and over until nothing remains of me.

Other-Where

There are before me oceans of time, events and experiences.

There are behind me memories that exist only in the projected imagination of inherited history; memories and images of things and happenings, cruel and sublime, that I project into a past, as if I had done them, as if I had existed then.

And I see before me a cloudy chamber of other events, of other beings, of other people; as if there was a future; as if I could project myself into it. Though I know I am always here, that there is never any future, never any past; that I am always surrounded by the womb of my Beloved–my mother, my sister, my lover–about to be born not into a future place but into an other-where.

Viento de Octubre’s reviews The Golden Flower

“When we first started working on editing The Golden Flower, we had no idea it would morph into the artifact it turned out to be. This book is a tool of practical application resulting in direct engagement with the self. But this book is also a doorway into another dimension. And this book also carries an amount of presence, its own sentient emanation. This phenomenon has to do with the practice and reality presented in his book.

In a very practical level, The Golden Flower is a user-friendly guide to the other dimensions, with an emphasis on ascension, evolution, and mastery of self. It is full of practical exercises and experiments, all of which allow one to begin a personal exploration of the Dreaming immediately. Theory is bathed in masterful prose. The words alone, without doing the exercises, lead one to heightened states of awareness—but just slightly so, enough that it can become tangible—and in this state, one is able to clearly perceive the presence of the Other Self, the Dream Self. The exercises will then lead us to a better understanding of ourselves by exploring the Dreaming and the worlds beyond with the aid of these other parts of ourselves.

This book was first forged in the Dreaming. Every chapter Koyote sent to us for editing turned out to be blue prints. Every word uttered aloud while writing it, while revising it, became a cell of purpose, an imprint, a condition, a direction, an instance of life, and its very breath. The Golden Flower isn’t just a bunch of pages bound together to contain an idea. It is also a vertical construct, like a tower, a ladder, or an unfolding spiral—as it appears in the Dreaming. The book itself, under the correct conditions, both external and internal, will open a doorway into a construction of Koyote’s own devise existing in the astral, running through the etheric and, now, down to the physical. The Golden Flower is Koyote’s doorway into this place, and it is the manifestation of it in its entirety in the physical world. It is here that the training begins, and one enters it almost immediately and without notice.

Gently and securely, one is guided into the first instances of awakening into the Dreaming and towards the recognition of the Other Self. Before long, one becomes aware of just how to proceed into one’s own path of discovery and ascension.

The Golden Flower is an artifact. Its emanation is evident in people’s stories about how powerful it feels to hold the book in their hands; about how it seems to be magically charged; about how it feels as if it has a presence of its own, a consciousness. It has all of these things, which is why many copies have instinctively and inspiredly ended up with a spot on many an altar in many homes. It has a purpose and it carries a charge, both in the electrical sense and in that it has a responsibility and a task. If you allow it (and it is easy to do so—you’ll know what I mean once you start reading it), The Golden Flower will open up for you, and you will immerse yourself in the Yoga of Dreaming, which is the unfolding of your own Self.”

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