Wandering Winds

So long in exile,
I’ve made the wandering winds
my most firm abode.

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Of personal destinies

Our destiny is often not what our egos and personalities have come to want. The words of others telling us what to become are often false guides. Only the nature of your true self provides the reason for your incarnation and the direction of your spirit. The key is to simply find yourself, and connect to that silent center as you live your life. The thinking mind doesn’t really need to be the one aware of our destiny, because there’s an invisible hand drawing our story. That hand is the truth of yourself, your essence. Trust in it. Listen in silence, and your destiny will be the most sure and immovable part of your experience in this life.

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.

Jenny Gotts

In the past few months, my dear friend, Jenny Gotts, came to visit me a couple of times. We would discuss her birth chart, her path of destiny, and in those talks she came to see how her life had unfolded in such a beautiful expression of her pure will.

She came to see in her present life a true fulfillment of her destiny, where the deeper and unknown parts of herself were manifesting effortlessly, and helping so many guests who would come to her home, where she and Harry would graciously host inspiring events, and where so many souls found healing, inspiration, guidance, and joy.

“I don’t know how it happens,” she’d say to me, “I don’t really do anything, but everything seems to confabulate to make a difference for people that come to my house.”

Whether it was the labyrinth, a weekend at the cabin, a vision quest, a sweat lodge, or her beloved Tuesday Group, countless journeys were made easier and more joyful because Jenny was there for them.

In one of these talks, just a few weeks before her crossing over, I wrote this haiku for her. I can’t help but look at it over and over as I contemplate her happy smile and loving presence in her last weeks, as she was saying her good byes. I’m showing her haiku here against the background of her beautiful stained glass pieces, with the sweet rose of her loving heart.

Slowly glides the star
across a rushing heaven,
going whence I came.

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.

Click here to Preserve the Medicine Wheel

The loud roaring silence

As a child, sitting at the beach of El Espino in El Salvador, I would look ahead of me and I would see a horizon where the blue water kissed the blue sky. And I would wonder about that line that divided the heaven and the ocean. It was thin—maybe not really there.

It was there just so I could see it and imagine a separation between the two. And as I tried to penetrate that almost visible barrier, I would notice that the periphery of my eyes would widen, almost as wide as the ocean. And I sat there with my small eyes, with my small mind, in this small world, almost able to hold the immensity of the ocean.

It was vast. Huge. I could not hold it in my thoughts. Any thought I begun to have about it would be washed away with that roar, with that sound, deafening all over—a busy silence. Before every thought formulated in my mind: silence. After every thought: silence. And all around the thought, that loud roaring silence of the ocean.

Original Sin

One of the first barriers in the spiritual path is being stuck in the way in which we see ourselves, begining with our own body and sexual force.

The notion of original sin was invented and used to enslave humanity. Once you feel something that is intrinsically part of you is your enemy, that it is shameful, and that it can only be exercised with permission of the elite, then they got you.

You live as a slave to someone else’s ideals and judgements. Especially when you internalize this belief, when you make it your own, and when you yourself begin to censor your expression, to censor your force. Then, everything that you do is already controlled by those who control your moral center.

The Here

It is of course a mystery to know that one is here without having a clue what here is; without having a clue how is it that one is here. It’s hard even at this moment to remember the situations that led to this moment. It’s a moment that has been waiting in the corridors of time for hundreds, thousands, millions of years–for an infinity.

Since before the world was created, there was this moment, here, waiting; standing within an ocean of time; creating an island of being where someone sits here and sees shadows and movement, where sounds are heard and lights are coming and going.

This moment will be over, and an ocean of time comes after it. This moment does not by itself come back, yet the moment is visited over and over again. And how is it that there is this moment here and not another? How is it that these words are read right now, and not others?