I am a magician,
I am a brujo
I am a Nahual,
And I know.
I know the power that is here.
I know the power that was here.
The power that exists in the land,
in the mountains,
in the ocean,
in the depth of the starry sky.
I know the consciousness
that stares at us.
I know of the whisper of consciousness
when consciousness begins to dissolve
I know the silent voice of conscience
when I no longer hear myself.
I have dealings with things of power and beauty.
I am beyond the allurement
of your gods.
I am beyond the fears
mongered by your loud mouthed preachers
hiding behind the screens of your television sets.
I know what the people here used to know.
I have seen the beings of power
that have touched the consciousness of the human being.
Bringing knowledge, power, and love
generation after generation…
I know this so well that I do not resent
what your institutions and governments have done…
I see the emptiness of your altars,
of your cold ivory hearts.
To you, the cathedral of Notre Dame is more important
than the Gulf of Mexico
and the mountain ranges of the Sierra Madre.
The pollution of the river, and burning of the Amazon forest
means nothing to you.
But your Parisian cathedral filled with Mexican gold-
that you want to save.
I don’t resent that.
I only see how empty your world is,
because you have not known the beauty and the power
that is the wilderness of this continent.
(Season Cole’s poetically curated notes from a lecture by Koyote the Blind.)