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. — “Stories For Ugly Children” by Koyote the Blind
Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance. It is a day to remember those who were murdered for having the courage to be who they are.
Here is a token to all transgender people, my people, a haiku in memoriam of your beautiful lives where you have had the bravery to find yourselves and to seek to reflect the inner in the outer.
You join a long list of people killed for being themselves. Every cultural, political, gender, religious, sexual, racial, condition, and national label that has caused you to be discriminated, assaulted, or killed is one of the deepest shames of humanity.
To have the courage to continue to pave the way for a humanity that is just and enlightened is now our burden.
I am that I AM.
Beyond all labels and names,
I see me in you.
Koyote the Blind
The Heart is a Light
For Koyote the Blind
A light shines in darkness
A heart blazes
A flame in the wilderness
Under the blue canopy of sky
A bush the burns in the desert
The truth has a friend
Who makes introductions
In the sacred tongues
To the cool moon and warm sun
A friend who stalks
hidden pathways amid the wavering stars
flashing out of the purple deep
winking with the rhythmic breath of the gods
who each in their turn
whisper a name of the Beloved into his ear
A friend whose eyes never shy
From the tears of the One
Who is our beginning
Ever flowing waters
That pour from his mouth
Into our hearts
Now alight with pure intent
–gnosticman (Gerald Porter, requiescat in pace, will be deeply missed)
Every thought comes and goes.
Every second of time comes and goes.
Every aspiration comes and goes.
Every lifetime I’ve had, it comes and goes.
Every second of time, it comes and goes.
Every flicker of time, it comes and goes.
The watcher watches; and when I move,
the watcher watches.
When I dance, the watcher watches.
When I love, the watcher watches.
When I kill and consume the flesh of my enemy,
the watcher watches.
When I sin of hatred, the watcher watches.
When I sin for love, the watcher watches.
When I pray to God, the watcher watches.
When I blaspheme against God, the watcher watches.
The watcher watches all the time;
and it does not change;
it does not move.
The watcher watches;
and the watcher inside me is what the five watchers
perched on the Tree of Life,
and through the darkness within them,
watch the watcher within.
(The Watchers, from Koyote’s Angelic Host series)
Someone asked me if I thought we should bend over and forget our laws and our culture and just allow the people marching from Central America to come in, and if I thought they came to assimilate and work, or to be supported by us. This person also said that we should not feel responsible for the mistakes they have made and they should leave us alone and fix things in their own land.
Here is my response:
In the first place, they would not need help if we left them alone to begin with. It is our intervention in their affairs that have created this situation. Historical ignorance is bliss to nationalists, they do not have to see what they do to other nations in the name of economic privilege.
Second, they are not breaking the law. They are following it. These people are marching to seek asylum, as our laws allow. They are not breaking the law, but following it. When they are here, they ask for asylum and we should, under our own laws, process them and reject those who are deemed dangerous or undeserving.
Third, yes, they will come here and assimilate into our laws. They will contribute and add the richness of their culture just like every other wave of immigrants have done since the beginning of this nation.
Lastly, I don’t know any Central American who wants to be supported. And I know thousands of them. It is part of their culture to be hard workers.
So, I suggest you follow your own laws, pay attention to your own cultural roots, and welcome those who seek a chance to contribute in this vast land of their ancestors (they are, for the most part, natives after all). Do not bend your laws or culture. Embrace and be true to them.
“The first chapter of Part One is ‘Fearless’ and reads like a surreal parable in the Koyote’s personal dream story. One senses a mythological journey evolving through his poetically imaginative experiences. The work on one’s inner attitude towards death is consistent with soem of the work of Liber HHH. The Koyote takes the work one step further in direct confrontation with death. With his push to be creative and use the imagination, he not only gets to the heart of magickal praxis, but quickly introduces the Vedantic perspective of the Silent Self that observes the dream.
The next chapter ‘On Lucidity of Apperception’ gives specific practical instructions for approaching lucid dreaming. And the Koyote shows how this is consisten with trances one can swork with in waking life, i.e. scrying and evocation techniques, being similar, as described in the next chapter: ‘The Four Regions of the Dreaming.’
In the next chapter: ‘Waking Dreaming,” the Koyte asserts that we are always dreaming (24/7); right at the outset, which resonates perfectly with Jungian teaching on the subject. The dream then is a primal consciousness. And the Koyte gives practical instrucions for skrying and visualization. The concept of the Dream Avatar is introduced in ‘Dreamings Gate’ and the ‘second attention’ is described, as being the unconscious with then, the first attention being waking consciousness.
And in the final chapter of part One: ‘The Key of Dreams’ describes perfectly, a practical approach to balancing the psyche. This is essentially, the Great Work done with the Avatar or Holy Guardian Angel. It is as concisely lucid a statement, as any I’ve seen on the subject.
Part Two is titled: And the Flower Unfolds; Petals of Light. The first chapter, Across the Borders of Dreaming both relates a personal experience; being initiated into dreaming as a child and a technical lesson, “You can always find what you see.”
The second chapter, The Yoga of Dreaming presents the alchemical notion that describes the two states of consciousness (waking & dreaming) that can be congealed to work together to serve that higher purpose, which is called the ‘essential self.’
In the third chapter, The Organic Bluprint of a Soul, the difference between waking and dreaming is presented as being simply two environments that the brain has constructed for itself, as a result of evaluating and delimiting the enormous amount of internal and external sensory input into the mind. This is very much in line with Jungian notions on the formation of identity.
The Etheric Body, the fourth chapter opens by describing what essentially is the Kantian a-priori. “This, your actual experience right now as you are reading this page, is the brain perceiving the brain.” We as human beings are described as being individual packets of energy that each contain a Universe that we call this world. The Etheric Body is referred to as the “Tonal”–a Toltec term; known to most through the writings of Carlos Castaneda. It is described as being a body of energy that exists between pure consciousness and the physical body; as apt a description as I’ve ever read. And a simple and natural exercise is presented to help the dreamer focus on the Etheric Body as being behind the physical body.
The fifth chapter, How to Construct an Astral Body shows how to apprehend the Universe in that quantum packet of energy that is the complex of the physical body and the human mind by using one’s imagination and visualization of the aggregate material that the mind has held onto in its active memory.
Again, a simple and natural exercise is given to create this body that can travel into this imaginary visualization of one’s self-created Universe.
And finally, in the sixth chapter of this section, it is proposed that the imagination is the only limit. The dreaming Shaman can assume non-human forms and travel to un-human worlds. In praxis, one’s daily experience is consistently developmental and experimental. The Kyote gives tips on how to broaden the scope of the imagination to find all these possibilities.” — Paul Joseph Rovelli, director of the Gnostic Church of LVX
“The last chapter of the book: “Kabbalistic Analsysis of the Dreaming” is a brilliant manual in itself, on the praxis of sexual magick. Koyote the Blind explains in qabalistic terms, how consciousness in its use of intent, generated from an attitude of prayer carries a seed that meets with a droplet of amrit from the Divine.
This follows from a description of this bestowal of grace (Gnosis) from the Divine, as a necessary pre-requisite for the proper attitude by which to approach the magick.
Clearly implied in Koyote’s interpretation of the New Testament parable of the rich man and the eye of the needle, is Crowley’s dictum: All magick not for the Knowledge & Conversation of the H.G.A. is Black Magick.
But ultimately, Koyote the Blind sums up the whole of his thought in the yogic practices of Yama & Niyama and how the dreeaming works with this. It’s concisely stated when he says: It is through the flow of images and information from the subconscious that the artist, scientist, and innovator of any field draws the material that results in the works of genius that have the thumbprint of destiny.” –Paul Rovelli, director of the Gnostic Church of LVX
“I just got and have already started reading Ricardo Flores’ (Koyote Ciego) new book release: The Golden Flower. So far, I’ve read all the preliminary writing (About the Author, Acknowledgements, Preface and Introduction). The Acknowledgements alone should wet your appetite for the book. The wonderful people he’s studied and trained with and the heart-warming remembrance he brings to them shows a man with great depth. And I know enough about him personally, to know what a fabulously interesting life he’s led and the fine character he’s forged.
Reading as jazz, improvisational musician, I’ve already found in the Introduction, much that correlates with what I’ve experienced in heightened states of inspiration. So that I can tell that dreaming has a much broader meaning than what the approaching reader might assume and indeed, it encompasses the whole of your being and your whole life.
From there, I’ve skipped to the last chapter on the Qabalistic analysis of the Golden Flower. But last night, my reading time expired about the second page into this. Yet, already, Flores is right on the money in regards to the nature of the Will and in a way that it seems almost no Thelemite understands anymore.
On page xxiv the aphorism in bold print states: “You are the totality of all. You are the hidden source of all experience, the experiencer, and the environment we call the dreaming.” First mystically, it’s two compact sentences; one, that we are the totality of the ALL. We each are the one God in its totality, as we are also and simultaneously, the holographic individuation of all ITs parts. This is then compactly but fully expanded in the following sentence; we each, truly are a trinity of beings; the experiencer and the source of that experience, as well as the environment in which the experience takes place. And we reflect the ineffable being in its totality.
It becomes plain to see that all experience and everything connected to experience is in one big holographic whole. This is what the Koyote Ciego calls the dreaming. And his aphorisms are build on this fundamental principle.
Overall the intensity of the Koyote Ciego puts into his aphorisms is combined with a beautiful expression of words that could approach as much as what a jazz improvisor would come to see, as a means for devloping an improvisation. Think of that improvisation, as an experience created by the experiencer and revealing elements of mind and soul that is the divine muse.
So the dream is really the dream of life and the Introduction has really wet my appetite for more. This weekend, I’m skipping to the last chapter on the Qabalah of Dreaming…can’t wait!”
(More to come from Paul Joseph Rovelli)
What I can observe is that in the distant depth of the night, there in the profundity of the nocturnal sky where the night and the silence are perennial and identical, the stars shiver silent and distant, allowing me to perceive through the immense void the vibrations of silence.
So long in exile,
I’ve made the wandering winds
my most firm abode.