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
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,
and through the darkness within them,
watch the watcher within.
(The Watchers, from Koyote’s Angelic Host series)
“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
“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.
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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.
“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.
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.
“When we first started working on editing The Golden Flower, we had no idea it would morph into the artifact it turned out to be. This book is a tool of practical application resulting in direct engagement with the self. But this book is also a doorway into another dimension. And this book also carries an amount of presence, its own sentient emanation. This phenomenon has to do with the practice and reality presented in his book.
In a very practical level, The Golden Flower is a user-friendly guide to the other dimensions, with an emphasis on ascension, evolution, and mastery of self. It is full of practical exercises and experiments, all of which allow one to begin a personal exploration of the Dreaming immediately. Theory is bathed in masterful prose. The words alone, without doing the exercises, lead one to heightened states of awareness—but just slightly so, enough that it can become tangible—and in this state, one is able to clearly perceive the presence of the Other Self, the Dream Self. The exercises will then lead us to a better understanding of ourselves by exploring the Dreaming and the worlds beyond with the aid of these other parts of ourselves.
This book was first forged in the Dreaming. Every chapter Koyote sent to us for editing turned out to be blue prints. Every word uttered aloud while writing it, while revising it, became a cell of purpose, an imprint, a condition, a direction, an instance of life, and its very breath. The Golden Flower isn’t just a bunch of pages bound together to contain an idea. It is also a vertical construct, like a tower, a ladder, or an unfolding spiral—as it appears in the Dreaming. The book itself, under the correct conditions, both external and internal, will open a doorway into a construction of Koyote’s own devise existing in the astral, running through the etheric and, now, down to the physical. The Golden Flower is Koyote’s doorway into this place, and it is the manifestation of it in its entirety in the physical world. It is here that the training begins, and one enters it almost immediately and without notice.
Gently and securely, one is guided into the first instances of awakening into the Dreaming and towards the recognition of the Other Self. Before long, one becomes aware of just how to proceed into one’s own path of discovery and ascension.
The Golden Flower is an artifact. Its emanation is evident in people’s stories about how powerful it feels to hold the book in their hands; about how it seems to be magically charged; about how it feels as if it has a presence of its own, a consciousness. It has all of these things, which is why many copies have instinctively and inspiredly ended up with a spot on many an altar in many homes. It has a purpose and it carries a charge, both in the electrical sense and in that it has a responsibility and a task. If you allow it (and it is easy to do so—you’ll know what I mean once you start reading it), The Golden Flower will open up for you, and you will immerse yourself in the Yoga of Dreaming, which is the unfolding of your own Self.”
Lo, the chrysalis!
Which being at once Tomb and Womb,
is Nothing and All.
There’s a story about the arrival of Spanish ships to the New World. What the Indians saw first in the island of San Salvador was the small canoe you drop from the ship to get to shore. Because there is no port, they settle in the shore and send small rowboats. They were amazed by the workmanship of the row boat; the way that it was constructed was so strange, and the technology unknown to the natives. While commenting on the strangeness of that boat they overlooked the huge caravelle in the background. There was nothing in their worldview to point to that. This is a phenomenon often encountered in shamanic voyaging, where the thing that is huge and in your face you don’t see, because you’re looking at what is known. This is the Face Of God (FOG), which is right here on your face; always touching you. And you don’t see God because you see the illusion of the world. You create the idea of God as something remote. So you don’t see God, because God takes the shape of whatever is in front of you. Or that beast which is the Dreaming. You only see the dream, not the beast which is the Dreaming.
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.