MARCH 2019 ROSICRUCIAN MASS SERMON: CYCLES OF TIME

From this loop so well described by Paul Rovelli, emerges an understanding of ourselves, or an inner agreement about who we are. This agreement is incorporated into the loop and colors not only the present, but also the way in which we navigate the possible future outcomes. In fact, as Heidegger pointed out, this architecture of consciousness also fine tunes the past. Our understanding of ourselves determines how we interpret and select the past as a story that happened to us. In other words, we are the authors of our personal story, and as we see our path through this lifetime, we put together a thread and weave it as a narrative. The narrator, which is our Self, takes a stance, a point of view. This point of view is determined by this architectonic time loop here described: the memories of the past inserted into the present projects a set of future potentialities out of which emerges a telos (a destiny to which we navigate). Our destiny is the possibility we are creating with our consciousness. A magician, and a shaman, has to approach the construction of this time machine consciously. It is an artifact of our sentience that can be artfully calibrated to give birth to a being who determines its self, a Nahual.

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Time spirals in a forward direction; moving from the past into the present, as we dream the future ahead of us.  We are the creators of our lives and have but to see that our linear thinking is not necessarily the way in which we actually engage the world.  The formula we may use is simple enough: past + present = future, or our memories, added to our cognition of the present gives us the dreams that are at present, creating our future.  And when we examine our lives in context of these cycles, we come to a greater understanding of who and what we really are.

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Double-Headed Eagle

At the highest realm of existence, what the Egyptians called the Sun Absolute and the Toltecs called the Double-Headed Eagle—because when it spreads its wings, all these rays come out to form multiple universes—will ultimately devour you and all that exists. It is the origin of all, and the ultimate destiny of all.

When you die, you are food for that supreme entity. Your body and all its substances are eaten by Mother Earth. If we have managed to form any sort of higher bodies, astral, etheric, Buddhic, angelic, etc., most of them are eaten by other forces at death. What remains of your essence is eaten by the eagle or taken by the Sun Absolute.

One of the tricks of the Man and Woman of Knowledge is to develop in themselves a very attractive package made of personal power, of whatever abilities they can muster, and at the moment of death, have the eagle eat that, but not him. Offer up a human sacrifice.

So, don’t waste those abilities in petty pursuits: give them up for God

(Read more in my upcoming book: Teachings of a Toltec Survivor)

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.

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)

The Golden Flower: “One of a very small collections of books that speak my secret language”

“The Golden Flower is one of my most treasured possessions. One of a very small collections 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.”

–Gerald Porter, Ph.D., Provost and Senior Vice President, Fielding Graduate University

Click here to check out The Golden Flower on Amazon!

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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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.

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.