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The Gift of Old Shadow of Bats

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These were the times of darkness, before the coming of the sun.

These were the times when the old witch, Shadow of Bats, emerged from the City of Xibalbá. She emerged to see the coming of the dawn.

Shadow of Bats saw the human sacrifices and the slavery of the tribes of men.

She spoke to the tribe of the free humans, the ones who had refused to be enslaved.

“Don’t open your bodies,” she told them. “Do not enslave yourselves, and do not give your hearts to the gods,” she said. “I will give you fire and teach you to use it.”

From the heart of chaos she brought fire, keeping it alive in the abomination of her sensual dance.

Against the slave gods, she danced, and in her act of rebellion old Shadow of Bats imprinted in the free humans the knowledge of fire in their hearts, and the source of fire in their solar plexus.

The human beings awaited, now, the coming of the sun. Some enslaved and afraid of the dark, and a few free in the reveling of the dance of the eternal flame.

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Knowledge Is for All

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If I were to think that the Popol Vuh is only for the K’iche’, that the Old Testament is only for the Hebrew, that the Mass is only for the European Christian, that the incense and Om is only for the Hindu, and that the silent brick wall of sand is only for the Japanese, then I would be limiting them all—as I would limit myself.

And if they cannot be mine, then they cannot be true, for I am not limited to a culture, a country, a race.

They and We: dedicated to the native resistance, and the people of Cuzcatlan

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They took our lands.
We give our fruits.

They took our language.
We give our poems.

They denied our gods.
We give our prayers.

They changed our names.
We gather under The Tree.

They took our water.
We give our thirst.

They tortured us.
With our tears we clean the soul.

They massacred us.
Our blood feeds the future.

They buried us deep,
but we are seeds.

They erased our memories.
We remember the coming of the New Sun.

–Koyote the Blind

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The Great Magician and The Black Sheep

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We tell a story of a sheepherder who happened to be a magician, and a very lazy one. He didn’t want to bother to build a fence to keep the sheep inside. The sheep were always escaping and exposing themselves to danger. The magician decided to employ his abilities to keep the sheep inside, hypnotizing them. He made them believe that they were free and safe inside the fence. In fact, he made them believe that whenever he fleeced them, that it was for their benefit. Once in a while, one would disappear, and the sheep were conditioned to believe that she had gone to a better place. In fact, he not only convinced them that he was acting for their benefit, but that they were not sheep at all, that they were human beings. Some thought that they were doctors, lawyers, priests, business people, seekers on a spiritual quest—all approved by the great magician, of course. They thought they were attaining powers and learning secrets. Of course, if they did not know that they were sheep, they would never try to change their situation for real; they would never try to escape; never attempt to evolve. Some even thought that they were magicians and knew the secrets; and all of them had the same fate.

Now, there were a few sheep whose fleece was not as valuable because they were black. Black wool was not as useful as white in the marketplace, so the magician did not pay as much attention to the black sheep, only the white. So, some of the black sheep woke up because the magician wasn’t making sure they remained hypnotized. They realized what they were and what they were doing there. If one black sheep knew the truth and tried to tell the others, the hundreds of white sheep would not listen. Why would they? After all, they were having good lives. They had their problems in their fake realities, but they were fine. Some black sheep managed to escape, and many of those succumbed to predators, but they were free.

Eventually, you had some spotted sheep. With those you could never tell: sometimes they would learn their nature and sometimes not. Of those who knew, some would decide to stay with the white sheep and become completely white.

Most of us are spotted. Part of us wants to be free; part of us wants to be taken care of by the Great Magician. That’s why I say, be careful with your gifts. Some of those are fake, given by the Great Magician. Someone said to me, upon hearing this story, “Be careful with your words because they can get you in trouble.”

I make my words so they get me in trouble. I am at war with the Great Magician. I am the black sheep. I am black, all black. My wool is not for the marketplace. My wool is the obsidian black of the eternal night sky, and its shine is the silence of the endless.

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Slavery has not ended, and we are being fleeced.

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The institution of slavery has not ended yet. It has always been part of our civilization. The institution of slavery as it existed at a particular time here in America is not legal anymore, but that’s an instantiation. Slavery, the forceful use of people for labor, continues. It’s just changed from physical chains to psychological chains. It affects almost everyone. In order to participate in this society, you are forced to conform to certain things. By labor, I don’t just mean that you have to find a job and go to work. I mean that you have to produce, in your body, certain substances that are created by negative emotions and secreted from the pores and glands. In addition, your body is made to transmit signals to each other to create these substances. These signals are communicated through the masses by facial expressions, speech, and lately through memes and short thoughts and phrases. We are made to mass produce a limited number of reactions of anger, frustration, and mockery—all for the benefit, not of you, but of the Great Magician. I’m not just talking about socially negative emotions; what you would call “hope,” “love,” and anything else that is automatically produced in you—adrenaline, anxiety, fear—all these are called negative emotions.

If you begin to look at your education, and how we went from a moment from high anxiety before tests to the relief of anxiety after the test, only to come back to more anxiety, then you will notice that the higher you go up in your profession, the more you continue with that, fear–anxiety release–fear, over and over until your whole being is a machine to manufacture that state. What does the Great Magician get from that? Power, energy, control over the masses. At this point, the Great Magician is not interested in controlling the individual. If you set up a small shop selling vacuum cleaners, you will want to go door to door. But if you have a product like Coca Cola, you don’t sell to a person—you sell to demographics. “We have young, African American males.” “We have old second- and third-generation Latinos. How do we get new ones?” The Magician is thinking bigger than that, and not of countries anymore, but of corporations.

The fleece of the sheep the Great Magician is whatever makes up your identity, your emotions, and the output of your machines: the adrenaline, fear, and paranoia prevalent in society. A few can escape, because the Great Magician doesn’t even want to control small groups. He is not interested in the few black sheep. If you create a liberating movement with several million people trying to be free, he will crush it down. Either he will introduce something seemingly innocuous that will end up diluting the essence of the movement, or he will give you drugs or sex or something to weaken you; and if that doesn’t work, he will come down on you with strength.

What are the consequences of liberation? You are free from the support of the Great Magician as well, so when you free yourself, you find yourself in the jungle, and there are other dangers out there. Therefore, you have to become a warrior, and you have to become a hunter of power, and you have to know that death can come at any moment.

(Excerpt from Teachings of a Toltec Survivor)

Ancient Esoteric Schools Hiding in Plain View

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Now, esoteric schools were not places where you went to receive teachings. They meant school as in school of fish. A common image for them was a beehive. They were a community of workers. Everywhere they went, they would hide in plain view, so that externally they seemed like everyone else; but internally, the esoteric knowledge was being transmitted. They no longer had a city. After Ce Acatl, the Toltecs became perennial strangers in a strange land. When the Christians came, the Toltecs were already adepts at hiding. Why? Maybe it started from trying to hide from Tezcatlipoca. Maybe they were following an ancient law that says the esoteric can only come up for a portion of time and then must go back into hiding. Maybe the format of the sacred temple of antiquity had to do with the sacred architecture that is capable of bringing in higher consciousness, much like the scent of a flower brings the beehive; and this architecture was used in the building of a city, the formation of an esoteric school, the training of a body and a mind, and even the mandate of a culture to blend in order to survive a long night of centuries of darkness. In all cases, an esoteric inner circle had to be maintained and hidden behind the layers of an internal culture and an outward layer that can survive in the culture they reside. In this way, the Toltecs passed the sacred knowledge on.

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The rise and falls of Humpty Dumpty

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A few millennia ago a community of groups formed in Mesoamerica, close to what is now Mexico City. As you know, many spiritual groups are small; some are very big. Think of moments in history when a lot of these small groups cannot operate because they are under totalitarian regimes, or because religious extremism prevails. Many of these groups sought to find a place where they could practice their spiritual craft and where they could do their group work without being threatened. There were so many empires everywhere in those days. Europe witnessed the rise of Egypt, Greece, Mesopotamia, and Rome. Asia saw the chinese dynasties and the Mongolian conquest. In America, the Incas, the Aztecs, and so many others wanted to do that as well, as if everyone remembered a period of one world government broken into pieces—like Humpty Dumpty—when knowledge was lost.

There are priestesses and priests who have pieces of that lost knowledge. While this big mass of humanity is trying to build empires, conquer, create trade, create technology, there are smaller groups who also remember what it was like and do not want it to be that way again. They do not want magic to be dominated by the aristocrats. A bunch of those little groups once upon a time made a trip to Teotihuacán, a place in the middle of a vast desert. No one was interested in that area, so they thought they would be left alone for a long time. This move was similar to what the Tibetans did by settling in the mountains.

After the Toltecs had been gone from Teotihuacán for two centuries, the Aztecs migrated from the North and discovered it. Mostly from Apache descent, these warriors came down Mexico following a vision. They were looking for an eagle eating a snake on top of a cactus, and they found it in an island in the middle of lake Texcoco. They built their city, there, in the middle of the lake. When the Spaniards marching with the conqueror, Hernan Cortez, saw the Aztec city of Tenochtitlán, one of his soldiers wrote that nowhere in Europe had he seen any city as magnificent as the Aztec city of Tenochtitlán. Nonetheless, as magnificent as Tenochtitlán was in the eyes of the Spaniards, the impact Teotihuacán had on the Aztecs was even more profound. After they had settled their capital in lake Texcoco, the Aztecs proceeded to establish and expand their empire. In their explorations of the region, they found the ruins left by the Toltecs in the middle of the dessert valley. The ruins were so magnificent that the Aztecs, not knowing who had built them, knew that they were not built for ordinary humans. This city had to be birthplace of gods. Thus, it was called Teotihuacán, or the city where gods are born.

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Of the Inca and the Toltec

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A reader asks: What is the difference between the Toltec and the Inca?

The Inca, ruling from the Andes of Peru, tend to be more isolationist. It reminds me of the Tibetan in many ways, up in the heights of the world, protected from all other influences, they grow strong for millennia. Their social hierarchy was unavailable, and the emperor was considered a god on earth. Their ruling class was a different race than the indigenous population. In fact, the ruling elite was white and of Semitic overtones. Incestuous, like the ruling families of early egypt and medieval Europe, their genetic pool deteriorated over time, but were able to maintain hegemony in their control of the population for thousands of years. On the fringe of their rule, the Amazon shamans were practicing old rituals dedicated to the spirits of the jungle more in touch with the prehistory of humanity than with the advancement of civilization. In this, too, the similarity with Tibetan history is striking. The highly sophisticated spiritual technology of the Lamas shared the land with the tantric practices of the rugged shamans who existed in the mountains long before the development of Buddhism and the Vedantic philosophies. In modern times, the shamans of Perú combine the uses of rapé and ayahuasca of the jungle with some of the cultural icons of the Inca, and mix more and more with the trappings of Catholicism and Judaism as they seek to attract tourists.

The Toltec on the other hand, were not the ruling class of their people. Originally, the Toltec were the esoteric schools of the Nahuas, the people of Mexico and Central America, not their ruling class. They were eclectic and world oriented, mixing the technologies dispersed all over the world. They were more interested in the spiritual attainment than the ruling. That said, there were times when they were sought to rule, to advice, or to maintain civilization. Their identity, however, was always with humanity as a whole. The two civilizations, the Nahua and the Inca, differed essentially in that the former was open and eclectic, and the latter closed and hierarchical. The Toltec would bring people from Mongolia, Japan, Egypt, and Europe. Their techniques were the accomplishment of Alchemy, magick, and the initiatory schools of the West. Their shamanism was of the desert and the volcano.

Both civilizations, however, did commerce and learned from each other over the centuries. The pyramids of Teotihuacan made strong use of Mica, a mineral they would obtain 3,000 miles south, from the jungles of the Amazon. In Central America, El Salvador to be precise, both civilizations maintained their borders. It was in that border that my people grew and learned.

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What to do when faced with the cruelty of humans.

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A reader asks:

What happens to animals that are tormented/abused by humans? What happens to their souls?  What about those people? My heart is often so heavy, I just don’t understand. I can feel it all and it’s challenging to shift out of that. I know we are somehow all connected but I don’t feel like I want to be connected to that. Why does it happen? Just feeling very sad at the moment. 😥

Those who suffer because of empathy and compassion, move humanity to higher awareness.

All humanity suffers the consequences of the cruelty of those who torture and oppress. Those of us who move away from the gross actions of humans, pull the mass of human consciousness in the direction of evolution and refined awareness. It is like a huge ship in the ocean, which to change course needs steady pressure in the desired direction. At first, the pressure doesn’t do anything, because the mass of the ship is so large. However, the constant pressure does make a slight shift, and this shift moves the ship on a different course. This is how the compassion of a few can affect the course of the whole of humanity.

The key is to have compassion for the suffering, while at the same time rooting our consciousness on our higher aims. To fall in despair and hatred for humanity, simply plunges us into the dross of the masses. This does not move the ship in the direction we desire. On the other hand, to become indifferent to the suffering is to disconnect our intent from the momentum of the ship.

We need, then, to stay anchored to the suffering of the innocent through compassion, while pulling on that force to the desired direction by rooting our higher attention in the higher good.

In this manner, not only humanity changes course, but the beings who suffer also are moved with us in the direction of evolution.

Happy Transgender Day of Remembrance!

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Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance. It is a day to remember those who were murdered for having the courage to be who they are.

Here is a token to all transgender people, my people, a haiku in memoriam of your beautiful lives where you have had the bravery to find yourselves and to seek to reflect the inner in the outer.

You join a long list of people killed for being themselves. Every cultural, political, gender, religious, sexual, racial, condition, and national label that has caused you to be discriminated, assaulted, or killed is one of the deepest shames of humanity.

To have the courage to continue to pave the way for a humanity that is just and enlightened is now our burden.

I am that I AM.
Beyond all labels and names,
I see me in you.

Koyote the Blind