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.
How did we get to a point where so many people actually believe that the economy and political system is rigged in favor of the poor, the oppressed, the undocumented, and the racial minorities?
How did we get to a point where, intellectually, we know the billionaire class has created an oligarchy that plunders, starves, and enslaves the people, but emotionally we keep blaming each other; and where we act as if peaceful protest is rioting, as if insulting the downtrodden is speaking honestly, and as if being part of the class that destroys humanity, and the planet that hosts it, constitutes a successful life?
¿Acaso tengo que cerrar los ojos, dejar atrás la luz del día, entregarme al vacío y dejarme llevar por la corriente del olvido, tan solo para poder besar con el último destello de conciencia tu remota presencia nocturna?
Do I have to close my eyes, leave behind the light of day, give myself to the void, and let the current of oblivion carry me, only to be able to kiss with the last spark of consciousness your remote nocturnal presence?
There is a real power,
a true heart in this land.
The true preciousness in this continent was not taken.
It is not gone.
It is alive.
Because it was not a book.
It was not a building.
It was not a painting.
It was not a “history”.
The true wealth of this continent
has simply been dormant
in the trees,
in the bones of the people.
It’s alive in the silent
coming and going
of the blood in our veins.
It is in the sky.
It is in the curve of the eagle
as it circles it’s prey.
It is in the roaring sound of the waves,
speaking for centuries,
against the rocks.
It is in the depth of that ocean
that we can never touch,
but we can all feel
if we grow in silence.
It is in the air I breathe,
and in every person that died-
that fed with their blood,
those creatures that spoke to us
before the false god came to this land.
So that one day they may awaken once again,
and crawl around my spine,
and emerge as a serpent
over my head,
and see through my eyes.
Those are still here
and talking to us.
This continent is awakening.
The continent is about to utter,
in poetic explosions,
the wisdom of all times.
To speak through the sounds of the brujo.
Ancient sounds in modern words.
We are about to experience the drunkeness
of ancient wines in ever-new cups.
We speak directly with the powers
of the land, of the stars, of nature.
We speak directly with the voice of the blood,
and the signs on the skin.
No need for a holy book,
a sacrament, building, or hierarchy.
We speak things of power.
And they are opening their eyes,
and awakening once again.
No need for a war of decolonization for this to be.
No need for this to be an insurrection.
The awakening is enough
to dispel the fog of dreams.
(Season Cole’s poetically curated notes from a lecture by Koyote the Blind.)
What if you can activate in your own body energies so ancient that they carry the awareness and memories of creation?
Imagine these energies can form a mesh that serve as a receiver and holder of supreme consciousness. Imagine further that you can make of your mind and body an antenna that can attract and communicate the consciousness of infinity.
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Become able to do, to perform acts of power, and to manifest a lifetime proper of your innermost divine Self.
This is the path of Kriya, the work of Intent, and the manifestation of higher genius.
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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.)
My heart bursts with gratitude each day of my existence, for every moment, for every joy, for every foe who helps me test myself, for every friend who shares the road with me, for every tear that purifies the soul, and for the very path where no chair survives.
Tomorrow, I’ll say thank you again, as I do every day. And tomorrow I’ll welcome again every joy, every teaching, every tear, and every where.
But not tonight. Tonight, I’ll hide from the pilgrims and the violence of the saints.
Every person has the absolute right to exist as they are. To imply that you are superior to them is to completely miss the point that “Every man and every woman is a star”.
Every person is a sovereign soul, of divine right and sacred origin. The implication that they need to adopt your customs, beliefs or appearance betrays your failure to grasp the most essential of metaphysical realizations.
Every person has the rights inherent to being human. To restrict these rights of Liberty only to a certain race, gender, nationality, age, physical condition, identity, or culture is to attempt to deny these rights as such.
So, carve, think, write, create, live, love, celebrate, mourn, look,travel, learn, and worship as you will.
Exercise the sovereignty of your being.
Understand that as these are your inalienable rights, so are they for all sentient beings everywhere.
What can be said when silence devours each word?
What can be taught when an infinite unknown surrounds each moment?
What can be added to this moment of silence?
What can I prefer, when every thing is nothing but a horizon?
Emptiness pouring itself into nothing.
Light merging with darkness.
Darkness hiding behind the splendor.
Nothing is, nothing will be, and nothing ever was.
All witnessing is just the intersection of gentle, soft strings.
It’s just the interplay of word over vibration, creating the illusion of continuity; creating the sensation of tapestry and feel.
And in the intersection of light and dark, there by the Road’s End, the weaver weaves.
The hands create tales and sights untold: untruth, meaningless, fathomless, groundless.
And there by the Road’s End, where the ways intersect, you can almost hear the weird sound of the ticking and tapping of the Kindly Ladies; making, weaving your life; ending your life and all.
For all that begins, one day comes to an end.
There by the Road’s End in the intersection of paths.
And it is precisely at this moment that I see the silent shivering of the stars that have traversed not just the vast empty ocean, but also an immense ocean of time to be able to be here, as light and as silence, among sounds and shadows.
But I see more, infinitely more.
I see clearly that precisely like this you, my beloved, have emanated your silence and your light through the depths of the abyss of void so that my eyes might open, so that my ears can hear your silences, so that my mind might dissolve in the immense distances of the eternity of your voice.