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

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Untamed

Nothing has been tamed in the continent of my heart.

My blood floods rebellious through rivers of memory, under the empty expanse of the Heart of the Sky.

Celebrate the genocide you benefit from, #shitholetrump.

Celebrate with unfettered greed, even, for the night of five hundred years evaporates as I wake.

I crossed the border, because I am free.

Many people in this country tell me I do not belong here. I do.

They tell me to go back outside the imaginary border they set over my people, and they tell me that I should not come over here. They say they will build a wall, and that they will criminalize my existence if I live here as a free human.

I say they are wrong about this. They say that their fear of terrorism and crime justifies their wall, a wall that will keep me and other worthy humans out. I say their fear is not reason enough. Why? First, because their wall, as their border, is already a way to divide my people, to keep the poor poor, and to justify violence over the people. It has been the case ever since the conquerors divided the land by violence, rape, and enforced poverty. The borders currently existing did not evolve from the natural growth of communities. They were imposed through inhumane violence, and maintained by institutional violence.

The reason I had to come to the United States was directly because of the violence of the Reagan administration against me and my people. This is no political discourse, I demonstrated this in a US court, and it was determined that it would be a violation of human rights to expel me. I came here illegally, when all I wanted was to live in my land. But I had the right to live, so I came, I crossed the border illegally, because my right to exist and live free takes precedence over the right of the United States to draw a border.

Living here, does not make me a criminal, as many are wont to say. Living here without permission is only a misdemeanor, not even a crime according to the laws here. But the wall is designed to keep many worthy people out, like me and most people I know. It is designed, moreover, to cast a shadow over my people, to stigmatize me as illegal, as dangerous, as criminal.

Looking at today’s messages on Facebook, in just one day I have personally been called criminal, brown, ignorant, dangerous, illegal, and terrorist in the walls of at least 5 friends. All because these people commenting want to find a reason to build a wall. The wall won’t protect them against crime. Crime has always been part of the human condition. It won’t protect people from terror, for terror is executed first by those who build walls and define borders. It is meant to protect people’s prejudices and inhumane acts against the marginalized, the free, and the outsider.

I say, that all people are free to live on this earth, as it was for all our ancestors, as long as they do not thwart the rights of others.

I am a free born human being. My freedom and humanity takes precedence over any immigration law, any racist ideology, all artificial borders, and the economic interests of any nation, class, corporation, or crime syndicate.

I am a human being.

I am here.

Freedom is my home.

No Wall

I was born in the American continent.

Therefore, I am American.

I belong to this land, from ocean to ocean, from pole to pole, from soil to sky.

More than American, I am a human being.

Therefore, this planet is my home.

Humanity is my race.

The vast universe is my shelter.

I’ll come and go as I please anywhere in this planet.

Any border invented to contain me, to starve me, to kill me,

is illegal, inhumane…

It is null.

Just to be clear:
no puny wall or inhuman law takes precedence over my freedom.

–Koyote the Blind

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.

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?

Viento de Octubre’s reviews The Golden Flower

“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.”

View The Golden Flower on Amazon

Killer Clown

A killer clown is on the move.

He’s got a taste of blood.

Didn’t know what else to do

Daddy never showed him

How a real man gets in the mood.

A killer clown is on the move.

He’s got a taste of blood.

His pretty daughter asked her due.

He couldn’t grab her by the pussy.

So he gifts her Muslim blood.

A killer clown is on the move.

He’s got a taste of blood.

Folks wouldn’t love him.

Everyone laughed at him.

Now he cries fire from above.

A killer clown is on the move.

He’s got a taste of blood.

–Koyote the Blind

When I found him

He was dressed in dark cloak, wearing a black hat.

He had eyes of a madman, and I knew that was the body I was going to take so that, one day, maybe I would know what he knew.

He took away all my gods, all my beliefs and convictions… in order to inhabit this body.

He began to drill his consciousness and Her presence through every nerve in my body, holding on to every gland, and making every second an eternity.

The search for truth keeps it away.

The truth is not outside. Everything outside your Self can only serve as a reflection of your inner nature.

The search for truth outside the Self will lead nowhere. It won’t be found in any dogma, religion, system, belief, or practice. All these can do is show adumbrations of the inner truth.

Like the sun reflects itself on the water, so can the inner self reflect its light on the surface of the mind. The clear, silent mind reflects the light of our solar nature, our true Self.

The real value of the mind is as a tool to examine and realize the futility of its own efforts. When the mind realizes its own futility, it drops the effort and simply reflects the inner light in the silence of its non-doing.

Check out this episode of my Toltec Survivor podcast!