In this Center of Life

In the solitude of the night I stay, and know that all the words and all the stories are lumps of life and meaning; and in the center I find myself trapped in an island, surrounded by life, all rushing at me at the same time.

In this center of life, I can’t distinguish anything at all. There is no name. There is no God. There is no hell. There is no movement of time and space; just the glorious silence; just the breath rushing in and going out; just her touch; the soft fingers of life holding, moving around, dancing around me.

In pain and joy, her hands play with the silent center. It moves. Sometimes I play with her by moving, talking. The light pulls my arm. The wind moves. The face looks and smiles when she looks back, and in the center of this magnificent womb, what can there be if not the warm embrace, the kiss of her ecstasy? How can there be anything but the loving kiss of the angel of death?

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Beware of the Teachings that Fit your Personality.

Beware of the teachings and traditions that fit you perfectly well. If they fit your preferences and prejudices it’s because they are made of the same material which makes up your personality. The end result can only be that you stay as you are. There’s no evolution in a teaching that never challenges your perspective, that never shakes loose your form. Look even if for a moment to the ideas that swell with the unknown and makes the building of expected realities your ego built tremble and crack.

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Sacred Aspiration in a Fool’s Hat

How paradoxical, the nature of the search!
That which we seek, keeps moving away by the mind that places the attainment outside, beyond, later.
The immense vistas of freedom emerge, instead, as the vast horizon, always separating and unifying, in the same instant, Heaven and Earth.
And as the horizon, our aspiration remains present yet unreachable, dividing yet unifying, always perceived and never touched.
Ah, paradox of my path, holding the way and the why! You are the rim of my hat, and I but the clown who kicks his hat away every time he bends over to pick it up!

Unperturbed, I hold the Sun.

There is no mountain that can take me to the Sun.
No ladder tall enough.
There is no tree tall enough to burn its crown on the solar sphere.
Yet, just like the Sun seems to travel across the heavens,
unperturbed and untouched by clouds,
atmosphere,
or planetary event;
so my true self moves across the surface of life,
unperturbed by all that happens,
undisturbed by the sufferings and joys
witnessed by the mind, felt by the body, and held by this heart.

Pre-Order Teachings of a Toltec Survivor, 2nd Edition

By popular demand, “Teachings of a Toltec Survivor”, 2nd Edition, is now being released!

It is coming out at the end of April, 2019, exactly 12 years after the Toltec esoteric course took place, the source material for this book.

The book has been out of print for many years, and will now be released with additional material and a delivery designed to put you right in front of Koyote, and experience the teachings of the Toltecs directly. Each chapter of the book corresponds to one lecture delivered to a group of about 40 participants.

This edition maintains the material presented in class, but delivers it in a powerfully experiential way, easy to follow, and full of humor and wisdom—the hallmarks of Koyote.

This is truly an artifact that carries the teachings as they took place, allowing the reader to benefit not only from the information presented—a rare treasure in itself—but also by allowing the magic of the moment to have a powerful effect on the reader, as if they had been present in the chamber.

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Until noting remains

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

The Watcher

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,
vulture like,
beady eyes,
and through the darkness within them,
watch the watcher within.

(The Watchers, from Koyote’s Angelic Host series)

Whence the stories come

In the silence between word and word, between day and day…

In that moment of silence before the pushing forth of meaning, the foundation for the making of the world flowers from the depth of the abyss.

It’s in that flowering that the tides of the waters of my heart flow unrestricted, seeking who knows what, moving where they’re being pulled.

Without the swelling of those waters, no story is worth telling.

Dr. Gerald Porter reviews The Golden Flower

Review of The Golden Flower by Koyote the Blind

By Gerald Porter, PhD

“The Golden Flower by Koyote the Blind is a very special book. It is timeless, and yet, perfect for these troubled times – attuned with a unique sensitivity to the requirements of our time.

The Golden Flower is also a very practical book. Practical if you want answers to the big questions and are prepared to use your own experience as the laboratory of discovery. Koyote with great candor reveals his personal journey and models for those with eyes to see and ears to hear how to engage the mysterious with honesty and integrity. This is the embodiment of practicality and relevance.

Koyote presents an understanding of the dream that is big and encompassing. It is a pitch perfect response to the postmodern inquiry that has plagued scholars who have lost their way since cutting the moorings from the illusory comfort of the consensus reality. He provides a viable strategy to any in the alienated majority brave enough to find answers aligned to their personal experience.

Koyote, who is anything but blind, with this small volume provides anyone seriously seeking the tools to discover their own unique way. Although he always acknowledges each seeker’s absolute freedom that is their birthright, he does so always affirming the fundamental demands of the Great Work, of which he is a true teacher. If Koyote can be considered blind, then he is like the prophet Teresias, who was undeceived by the glamor of the world, so that he could have unfettered vision of the deeper truths.

If you are fortunate enough to acquire this beautifully laid out volume, you will not only have access to the rare information it contains, but will have in your possession a magical talisman. Such an object can only be unlocked by a pure heart and an enquiring mind, at least a little freed from the shackles of our reductionist materialist culture – a talisman with the power to fuel passage into new worlds not for amusement but self-discovery.

The Golden Flower is one of my most treasured possessions. One of a very small collection of books that speak my secret language, that until I started reading these words had eluded me. Turning each page was an act of discovery followed then by the most profound remembrance. Each word was spun not only by a master who knew the secrets of dreams from firsthand experience, but a poet who graced each word with the transformative magic that gave grist for the discursive mind, but more importantly, stirred the soul and called me home.

If the word “dream” conjures up rich and inexplicable mysteries as irresistible as a siren’s seductive song, then you should not deny yourself this very special volume. It is a bright beacon shining through the darkness.”

The Golden Flower will be available in paper back on June, 2018. You can pre-order here:

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The Shimmering Springs of Xibalbá

“There used to be, they say, this kingdom, ancient and old, existing and thriving before the coming of Man and before the building of cities and empires, before the wars and progress, before the isms and the movements and the forms, there was the city of Xibalbá fed by the currents and rivers of chaos and storms—all underground, barely perceived by the inhabitants of the human world. It now exists in ruins, without its rulers, without cohesion and coherence, without rule and form.”

The Shimmering Springs of Xibalbá is a collaborative piece with Maurice Laflamme III, where a Telling and a painting emerged as an act of creation from the sempiternal city of Xibalbá.

This is the first of the Xibalbá series, where I will collaborate with other artists to co-create shamanic artifacts.

You can now own a limited edition print of this amazing painting, along with the script of the Telling and a link to the audio recording of the performance.

There are only 27 prints made on a 16 x 20 canvas.

Click here to obtain your own shamanic artifact for $225

Your bundle contains:

-A canvas print of the painting by Maurice Laflamme III (16×20 in)

-A booklet with the exact script of the Telling

-A link to the audio recording of this sacred performance.

Note: this edition consist of only 27 numbered prints.

You can place an order through paypal or credit card: Click Here for the Shimmering Springs of Xibalbá limited edition print.