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Preserve the Medicine Wheel

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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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Gracias, Mujer

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Ya que es de noche,

Y la diosa se extiende

En su infinito silencio,

Digo “gracias, mujer.”

Por tu lucha eterna.

Por tu resistencia inmutable.

Por tu omnipotente entrega.

———–

Now that it’s night,

And the goddess extends

In her infinite silence,

I say, “thank you, woman.”

For your eternal fight.

For your inmutable resistance.

For your omnipotent yield.

The Witches’ Sabbath: sex magick for an era of gender freedom and self determination

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The trantras of the East and the sexual alchemy of the West have created systems of attainment and magick using the most powerful force in the human body: the sexual energy.

The sexual force is the most powerful force. Dormant in the flesh, it is so powerful that its awakening has the potential of creating a new world (in the form of a unique human being), or of transforming the existing world (i.e., the evolution of one’s body and psyche).

This force is so powerful that those who have sought to retain a hegemony of power have kept humanity enslaved by telling them that the serpent fire of sexual force is evil, and have taught humanity to fear its force. They have condition humans to see sex only for procreation or entertainment, when in reality this is the very creative force of God.

Humanity, however, continues to rebel and seek its true freedom.

Once we learn that the most powerful weapon and the most evolved intelligence lies in our own bodies, we realize that the awakening of this force and the immanetization of this intelligence is the only way to resist the forces that seek to enslave us, and the only way in which true, lasting freedom might be attained.

This is the fear of those who hold temporal power, the “would-be” slavers of humanity.

The Witches’ Sabbath is an act of freedom, and a call to awakening to all spiritual warriors.

This is the Tantra of the New World, it adds to the existing technologies of the East and West the shape-shifting dreaming technologies of the Nagual. The shamanism of the people of the Nahual (the Toltec enlightened past of this American continent) has awakened, and it comes as a catalyst that will fuse the Eastern and Western traditions into a new Dharma, one that liberates not only men and not only women, but our true essence as beings who exist beyond bodies, beyond gender, beyond the programs of our past.

This is the tantra of the gender fluid, the religious experience of the variety of human expression. This is the sexual alchemy of the queer, the transgender, the gender fluid, the asexual, the female, the male, the neutral, and anyone who is a divine star acting through the veil of human existence.

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Our meaningless ways

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There were stories only shared between grandmother and granddaughter, because they were permitted to be alone without the power play of mother and daughter. In male dominated societies neither the elder nor the child is considered to be of importance. So they are allowed to whisper to each other and tell the stories that are not meant for male ears.

The nuance of the story would be memorized. The shape of the hand. The sensation of the cool air. The breeze between the legs. The subtle intake of breath in the nostrils will be noticed, and one’s organic reactions to the sudden turns of the stories. Such stories were never told among men, for fear that the veil would be ripped apart and men would realize the futility, the meaninglessness of their ways.

This morning’s delicate flower

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Small and delicate emerges a flower in my heart, surrounded by so many forces and poisons.

Easy to cut, to ignore and kill, this flower grows thorns that can do nothing against the world invading her spring.

But the omnipotent weakness of her beauty is born and reborn in the depth of my feeling. And then, as any worldwide catastrophe,

torrents and whirlwinds are invoked to cleanse the world,

rebellions of love that dethrone the evil,

and the revolutionary glory of my most sacred mysteries.

Before creation

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The Absolute, to know itself, has to divide itself. But by definition, the Ab-solute is indivisible. It cannot be divided, but it can observe itself. This act of knowing necessitates two polarities. It necessitates the knower and the known. The observer and the observed. But how is the void to do this if it has nothing but itself? It is that first act of observation, of self reflection, when the first act of creation begins. It all starts with that triad, when there’s no universe yet. It’s all done before there is any thought, any language. It’s just a pre-mathematical computational seed.

A Dream Altar for the Queen of Heaven

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The Moon illuminates for us the passage through the dreamlands, unveiling the ascension from the dark realm of subconscious shadows to the silver-light vistas of the supra-conscious mind.

From deep within the dormant caverns hidden within the flesh emerge the light-seeking voyager, the soul-seed whose divine origin is buried and forgotten in our passage through organic existence.

The Queen of Heaven is the High Priestess who guards the sacred chalice of wisdom and shows us, through the passages of the moonlight over the face of the dreamlands, the way to the solar consciousness. As the moon transforms her face from the New to the Full, so does the soul of the voyager transforms from the dark to the light, from the unconscious dreams of the night to the silver light waters of heaven–which is the radiant consciousness resulting from the marriage of the Sun with the Moon.

From before the birth of civilizations, dreaming women have been merging with the vast terrain of the Dreaming, and channeling through that contact the feminine powers of the universe.

Through the advanced techniques of the Dream Circle, we have been guided to build a dream altar to receive and hold the light of the conscious dreaming, the astral voice of the Queen of Heaven as she awakens the seed of consciousness within us.

This dream altar is a private, portable dream circle, a sacred devotional practice of the Other Self as you walk this glorious path of awakening.

This altar invokes and holds the mystical powers of the Queen of Heaven and of the subconscious. It is an open channel evident and palpable to all who are present. This altar can travel with us, and we can use it in our personal ritual work, in our devotional practices, in our divination, and as a portal for astral voyages and past life retrieval.

More than anything, this altar connects us to the hidden treasures and eternal power of the mystic ocean that permeates the universe and extends infinitely beyond the limits of creation. It is a direct access to wisdom and empowerment for everyone who uses it.

Click here to see Koyote talk about the Dream Altar.

Holy Spider Mother of God

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I learned a lot from the Jesuits. From them, I learned the obscure history of the Catholic church. None of my friends’ Catholic schools ever talked about the inquisition, the burning of the witches, the persecution of the Jews, the suppression of science, the utter corruption, and the waged wars that plagued the history of the Vatican.

The Jesuits, however, where exemplary in their brutal honesty, their relentless questioning, the ruthlessness of their historical analysis, and their commitment to true education.

It was from the Jesuits that I learned that there were at one time one hundred and fifty six femurs of the Virgin Mary in the Vatican vaults—each one considered authentic by some church or commission. Collected throughout history, along with enough fragments of the cross where Jesus died and so many prepuces of his penis incensing the lust of his nun brides, these holy bones were sacred relics once belonging to our Holy Virgin Mother of God.

So, my friends and I called this otherworldly virgin who had carried the seed of the Angel of the Lord, the Holy Spider Mother of God.

In my mind, I visualized this image of beauty, extending in tiny, tiny legs touching the different spaces of the universe. I wondered if all around there was this motherly womb surrounding me, touching with spider webs every nerve ending of my body.

Sometimes, when sitting on the roof of my house, overlooking the star-rich Salvadoran sky, I could feel the tiny quiet legs pulling at my brain. One day, I heard a cracking sound and felt the touch of the Holy Spider Mother of God digging its way into my head.

I stand too, next to you.

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To all the women who are posting “me too”:

I stand with you.

I wanted to say, “me too.”
But it is not the same.
Yes, I too have been a target.
As a child, I could have said “me too.”
Instead, I wanted to be strong.
Pretend it never happened.
Explain it didn’t affect me.
Insist I was strong.

Still, I won’t say “me too.”
As a child I could have.
But I never had to live with it.
My life was not inundated with it,
day after day.

The emotional overwhelm of a couple of years
has been the every breath of so many
of my sisters, my mothers, my friends, my daughters, my lovers.

I felt I’d drown once.
As impotent as I felt then,
it can’t compare.
You battle each moment,
each relationship,
not only to overcome.
To thrive.

I can’t say, “me too.”
I can say, “I stand with you.”

I will fight at your side,
against this toxin that pretends
this is normal and expected.

With you, I say no more
to this false masculinity,
out there in the world
and in here, in this old mind.

I stand with you.
I will fight at your side.

Shapeshifter

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I am never one. I am always the other: separate unified consciousness. Always alone. Always surrounded by the cold presence of my Beloved. And to forget the pain and solitude I make myself sleep once again and dream. Dream the dream of the multitude. Reaching out with my consciousness to the surface of this prison, planetary prison-home. Becoming tree, jaguar, hawk flying upon high. Water falling, life giving. Becoming ocean and fish and whale. Death, and extinction and life. Becoming grass and man and cat, flea and gnat and eagle. Man. Ordinary man. On each one a piece of my consciousness. Each one keeping them separate from one another so that I can forget that I am alone… that I am one… that I am a prisoner. A fallen angel, crying at the memory of the Beloved, lost love, long ago. And I will dream and sleep and dream the dream of multitudes of ordinary existence. And dream the dream of men who forget that I am that “I Am”.