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)

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Paul Joseph Rovelli reviews The Golden Flower

The director of the Gnostic Church of LVX is writing a wonderful review of my book, The Golden Flower. Here is part one:

“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)

The Golden Flower: not only a book, but an inheritance

“How surprising it was not to find here a book, but an inheritance, connected to the forces of the universe that shall bring you back to your source. The Golden Flower is written in such a way that you experience being in front of Koyote the Blind, listening to his words and silences, discovering his emotions… we know that the beings of knowledge refuse to teach, since the transcendental gnosis is so sublime, and can only give an inheritance for us, the children of hope.“

–Dr. Eric De la Parra, President of Colinde International

This beautiful edition is printed by Gateways Books. The Spanish edition will be available soon.

Please, check it out and share your review in Amazon!

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Ego is a useful tool

To really destroy the ego would be as useful as destroying the body, intelligence, creativity, language, etc. The ego is a construct we create to navigate and experience this world. Why get rid of it—eve if such a thing could be functionally possible? No, the ego is a magnificent tool. We must learn to use it well. The key, unlike many falsely teach, is not to destroy it, and not even to weaken it.

The key is to make it an efficient, well crafted, strong, and equilibrated tool. To do this, you must not let the ego be the boss of you. It is a part of you and your tool. The ego that ignores the master is unbalanced, afraid, and out of control. Train it well, keep it healthy and strong, and it will be a worthy avatar to your earthly experience.

The One in All

In my experience, seeing the common in all is crucial. It can only be done by withdrawing one’s attention from the external identity (I.e., race, country, culture, etc) and rooting it in the inner. Self knowledge, this way, leads to the realization that we are all one. But this rooting attention on one’s true nature and away from external identity must become a habit. Only then can we become truly aware of the oneness of all without having to rely on belief or dogma.

Preserve the Medicine Wheel

The community at Xicoco has built this Medicine Wheel, a sacred circle open to all people for prayer and healing. We are now about to lose the land where it is built. The landlord is selling the property, and in a matter of a month, they will come in and tear this beautiful and sacred wheel apart to sell it. We have the opportunity to purchase this land, but we need your help securing the funds to open escrow.

We need your help to be able to preserve the Medicine Wheel, to continue offering it for the benefit of all beings everywhere, to continue with our sacred sweat lodge, our classes, our art, and our teachings.

The Medicine Wheel is a living artifact that is helping many find their inner guide, heal, transform their lives, and bring insight and peace to our world.

With your support, we will be able to set up a non-profit organization to preserve the medicine wheel, to continue with our sacred practices, and to promote the Teachings of Koyote the Blind.

These funds will allow us to obtain a loan to buy the land where the Medicine Wheel is.  Please help us preserve the land and continue offering the teachings, the sacred arts, and our lives for the benefit of all beings everywhere.

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Noumenal

“The organic body is the key to our evolution… What then makes up this organic body? It is, at it’s root, vibration… It is a consciousness that uses the energy around it. This is the Noumenal Self, beyond the phenomenal appearance. This Noumenal Self rides the waves of existence, of phenomenal existence, experiencing life and the ending of life. It moves from one lifetime to another; and even at this instant, it is riding the waves of manifested energy; it’s phenomenal body is, at all moments, being created and destroyed without itself ever being created nor destroyed.

Your Noumenal Self is the source of the flame of your existence. It is the invisible being that burns the oxygen and consumes the material it feeds on, creating the flame of the fire. The Flame is a process, not a material thing. So your life is a process, and not a thing… the flame of life is what we, as Noumenal Selves, are using as the fuel that burns. The body is the candle that burns through the lifetime; the oxygen is the spirit energy that we call life; and the flame is the soul that we call the being; the Self, the dream self that lives and experiences throughout this lifetime. Invisible and eternal, the Noumenal Self is the one that makes the flame burn and moves from flame to flame, clothed with the radiance of the flame…”

Excerpt from The Golden Flower, by Koyote the Blind

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This language like a snakeskin

If I say “I am hungry,” the “I” which is hungry is a product of that language which differentiates between you and me. Isn’t it the case that when I say “I am hungry” that “I” in that context is different from the one that says “I am koyote” and from “I did not hear what you said”? Each I is a different entity, new each time it is uttered. Only the illusion of language supposes this I exists somewhere inside me and is saying and hearing things. The one that listens is also just a product of what is being said; what is being grasped. As the I who utters ceases, the I who listens ceases. Yet something remains. And what remains makes no distinction between the utterance and the listening and the reality, perhaps the difference exists only in the language which was discarded like a snakeskin.

Soap bubbles, these worlds

When I dream, I like to see these worlds grow like tiny bubbles of soap. I like to see them color up and take on the shimmering lights and tentacles, to then explode into unnamable sentiments and feelings that I could almost name–if only I could remember the language of all.

I see the ones that are still here scramble away from me, swimming through the currents of air that flow into them. I try to touch them with my hands and I cannot. When I get close to one, it vanishes into the nothingness of illusion and memory. I know that just a few seconds before I was seeing those tiny universes made up of flimsy shells of dream stuff.

I can only remember them when I am asleep. I know that when I fully awake, they will give way to a shared reality in a solid world. Or in something that pretends to be a solid world but contains within it millions of little creatures and worlds that scramble away into remembrance and lost memories as I bring my hand close to the light and touch them.

This Elusive Self

Place your hand on your chest. There is a presence there.

This presence, untouched by the things of the sons and daughters of Adam, is not the product of history.

Look within.

Feel the space between heart and hand.

Feel your body within. And that which feels has no birth place, has no beginning, has no end. It witnesses all that unfolds before your eyes.

It’s dreaming your life.

It’s awake when you sleep.

It knows when you forget.

It loves without body.

It moves in the spaces between light and dark.

See it again. Do not let it escape. See again.