Aka Dua Master Class

I will be conducting the Master Class for everyone interested in the Aka Dua.


Yes, I know, many of you have been asking for this. Now that I’ve been properly cornered and prodded, I’ll release this material I’ve been keeping in my medicine bag, toss it out into cyberspace, and see if these pesky students get distracted long enough for me to make my getaway and go enjoy a good cup of coffee in my cave.

In this Master Class, I want to accomplish a few things that might be very useful to everyone who practices, studies, or teaches the Aka Dua. It is a class for masters, for those seeking mastery, and for those who simply want to understand and use the Aka Dua better. Or maybe you are just curious about what the Aka Dua means to others and wonder how others use it? This Master Class is for you, too.

The format of the Aka Dua Master Class is a treat all by itself. In the first five of eight classes, I will be sitting with each Aka Dua Level V master. There are currently five Level V masters, each one has a different and unique understanding of the Aka Dua, and fascinating history, and each has developed techniques and strategies that are not typically taught in regular courses. In each of these 2-hour long classes, you will be exposed to their understanding, experience, and contributions. You will get to see the Aka Dua from their experience and understanding. But there is more!

In each of the 8 sessions in the Aka Dua Master Class, you will witness me guiding each Level V to new levels of mastery, understanding, and technique. This guidance will of course help answer questions, help understanding, and give you techniques and ideas you might have not been exposed to before. They will also bring to light aspects of the Aka Dua not previously seen.

In the last three classes, you will learn the basics about levels I-IV, which are open to everyone. You will also learn about how you can attain the level V, which is by invitation only. No matter what level of the Aka Dua you have, there is a lot in this Master Class for you.

What if you don’t have the Aka Dua? What if you got it a while ago and have not done anything with it? This Master Class will help you learn about it more, answer questions you might have, and learn how others are using it to help them attain their aims.

How can you take this class?

There are three ways you can take the class:

1- You can purchase each session separately, for $75 per class. If you take the entire course, that will be a total of $600.

I don’t recommend this option. Keep reading.

2- You can pay for the entire course upfront. I’m giving a deep discount for those who make the commitment to the four months, 8 sessions, course.

You can take this option for only $350. This is more than a 40% discount!

In addition, everyone who makes the commitment to the entire course will receive a free copy of the ebook edition of a book Koyote is working on as you read this: “Aka Dua: just as the Blind sees it.”

In addition, everyone committing to the entire course will enter an automatic draft. Every session, Koyote will draw a name, and the winner will obtain a free Aka Dua initiation to a level above their current one—bringing the winner to either level 1, 2, or 3.

The cap is at 3, since levels beyond that requires deeper training and development.

If a level 3, 4, or 5 is chosen, other items will be gifted instead.

Now, of course this is a great option. If you want to pay upfront for the entire course, go to

I want to pay for the course without a subscription

However, I still recommend a different option.

We just started a subscription service. The subscription will give you access to a rich and useful body of teachings, Tellings, courses, and special events. Those who sign up for the $25 level or higher will be able to attend the Aka Dua Master Class as a complimentary thank you for supporting Xicoco Shamanic Arts.

Yes, the subscription is completely for the benefit of Xicoco Shamanic Arts, a non-profit organization dedicated to make the teachings of Koyote available. These funds will help Xicoco maintain the community grounds, where the Medicine Wheel, the Sweat Lodge, and Vision Quests are hosted.

To subscribe, go to:

Xicoco Subscription: www.xicoco.mn.com

Choose either the $25 or the $100 a month donation, and you are in!

All I ask is that you stay in the subscription service for the 4 months the Master Class lasts. You can continue after that at any of the levels ($10, $25, or $100), or cancel your subscription.

That’s it! Your commitment would be only of $100 for the entire course!

Of course, I would love it if you continue supporting Xicoco Shamanic Arts and continue to get my teachings for a long time, but if you decide to cancel after the four months, it’s all good!  

Everyone at Xicoco told me I’m crazy for making this offer way too good for you, and really bad for business (and for my pockets). They insisted I should charge premium for this course, because it is going to be so good!

However, it is important to me that everyone who can benefit attends. That is much more important than the money we need to preserve the land.

Who should attend? Everyone who is interested in the Aka Dua. There will be a lot for every level. Even people who have not yet received a level 1 transmission can attend and benefit. Are you thinking about getting an Aka Dua transmission? This is the best opportunity to learn and benefit from it. Are you a master, a healer, a teacher, an artist? This will give you many opportunities to get new ideas, insights, and tips for a better use of the Aka Dua.

There is something for everyone.

So, pick your payment plan, and subscribe now.

This Master Class series will be provided in person at the Xicoco community house as well as online, with two sessions each month for four months.

It will be held from 10 am to 12:30 pm PST on the following dates:

March 3/20 and 3/27

April 4/17 and 4/24

May 5/22 and 5/29

June. 6/19 and 6/26.

 See you there!



I’m happy to announce a new subscription service that Xicoco Shamanic Arts has set up to better share the material I have been creating.

Now, besides the abundant material found in YouTube (https://youtube.com/c/KoyotetheBlind), you can access courses, classes, Tellings, ebooks, lectures, intensives, and much more exclusive content.

To sign up, click on this link:


Or, go type the following in your browser: https://xicoco.mn.co/

There are three levels to choose from. All proceeds go to Xicoco Shamanic Arts, a 501(c)3 non-profit charity. This money will help maintain the community house, the Medicine Wheel, and all the services for the community we have been providing for almost twenty years.

Please consider joining, and pass on this invitation to anyone you think might benefit from these teachings.

In gratitude,


El Despertar de un Continente

Vamos a comenzar una serie de pláticas en español, hoy jueves 18 de marzo a las 7:30 p.m., tiempo Pacifico. Nos reuniremos cada jueves a la misma hora.

El tema de las pláticas serán las tradiciones de resistencia espiritual este continente americano vió nacer.

Pueden registrarse en my canal de YouTube:


También transmitiremos en vivo en mi pagina de Facebook (The Telling by Koyote the Blind) e Instagram.

(Arte de Xochitl Flores Xochitl Flores Jaramillo)

What Happened to Last Night’s Storm?

What happened to last night’s storm?

Where is the lightning and the rain?

Where, the furious stentor,

and the rumbling of heaven?

What happened to the pleasures of youth,

Where did the touch of your fingers go?

Where, the ecstatic sigh,

and the shirtless defiance against the past?

Whatever happened while I drifted away

into the limitless hug of death?

Now, is only a clean world,

bright and fresh,

sprinkled with songs of birds

and the smells of spring,

of soil,

of dew.

Now, only the aftermath,

a world renewed and the ample breath

holds my soul

after our light-storm took me into the night.

By the Road’s End

Emptiness pouring itself into emptiness. Light merging with light. Darkness hiding behind darkness.

Nothing is, nothing will be, and no thing ever was.

All witnessing is just the intersection of these gentle soft strings; it’s just the interplay of word over vibration creating the illusion of continuity, creating the sensation of tapestry and feel.

In the intersection of light and dark, there by the Road’s End, the weaver weaves. The hands create tales and sights untold: untruthful, meaningless, fathomless, groundless.

There by the Road’s End, where the ways intersect, you can almost hear the weird sound of the ticking and tapping of the Kindly Ladies weaving your life, ending your life.

All that begins one day comes to an end, there by the Road’s End.

Through the Cobwebs of Illusion

Illumination is not some unreachable and mysterious

Eliminate the distractions.
it is possible;
for it is already in you.

The process of connecting
with your truth begins with
removing the shadow of forgetfulness
that you were assailed with
when you took an organic incarnation.

In this uncovering
there is truth.

When the vast dark consciousness
is clear and clean
the truth shines
like the reflection of the moon
in water.

Truth is beyond any notion
of lineage,
of tradition,
beyond any history.

If you don’t have it,
no one can give it to you.

It is not in learning.
It is in the removal of the dross
that obscures.

Anything that can be given to you
belongs in the arena of mentation and ideas:
equally false and only partially true.

And the truth,
which is above that,
you have.

The only thing you can attain

It’s just that ‘yourself’ is
a lot more
than you suspect.

(From a lecture by The Telling by Koyote the Blind. Poetically curated by Season Cole)

Susurra a mi Oído.

Cada palabra surge del silencio, y de cada frase emerge un suspiro, un aroma, un pedacito de conciencia.

Así cada memoria surge del olvido, y de cada conjunto de vivencias encadenadas en la serpentina ondulación de vida y experiencia, de ensueño e historia, emerge un yo como emerge el aroma de la flor, el esplendor de la luz, y el amor del sentir.

Bésame pues cataclismo. Roza con tus ojos el oculto centro. Toca con tus dedos de seda las notas que surgen de mi voz. Mírame, y déjame conocerte en los brillos y destellos que despierta tu mirar. Escucha el clamor que brota; manantial de rezo y poesía del olvido.

Susurra en mi oído abierto al misterio y recibe de mí todo lo que puedo ser, disolviendo cada memoria y transformando en silencio cada uno de mis actos de amor, de rabia, de angustia, y de orgásmica visión.


To Dispel the Fog of Dreams

There is a real power,
a true heart in this land.
The true preciousness in this continent was not taken.
It is not gone.

It is alive.
Because it was not a book.
It was not a building.
It was not a painting.
It was not a “history”.

The true wealth of this continent
has simply been dormant
in the trees,
in the bones of the people.
It’s alive in the silent
coming and going
of the blood in our veins.

It is in the sky.
It is in the curve of the eagle
as it circles it’s prey.
It is in the roaring sound of the waves,
speaking for centuries,
against the rocks.

It is in the depth of that ocean
that we can never touch,
but we can all feel
if we grow in silence.

It is in the air I breathe,
and in every person that died-
that fed with their blood,
those creatures that spoke to us
before the false god came to this land.
So that one day they may awaken once again,
and enter
my body,
and crawl around my spine,
and emerge as a serpent
over my head,
and see through my eyes.

Those are still here
and talking to us.

This continent is awakening.
The continent is about to utter,
in poetic explosions,
the wisdom of all times.
To speak through the sounds of the brujo.
Ancient sounds in modern words.

We are about to experience the drunkeness
of ancient wines in ever-new cups.
We speak directly with the powers
of the land, of the stars, of nature.

We speak directly with the voice of the blood,
and the signs on the skin.
No need for a holy book,
a sacrament, building, or hierarchy.

We speak things of power.
And they are opening their eyes,
and awakening once again.
to dispel the fog of dreams.

(Season Cole’s poetically curated notes from a lecture by Koyote the Blind.)

What Can Be Said when Silence Devours Each Word?

What can be said when silence devours each word?

What can be taught when an infinite unknown surrounds each moment?

What can be added to this moment of silence?

What can I prefer, when every thing is nothing but a horizon?

Emptiness pouring itself into nothing.

Light merging with darkness.

Darkness hiding behind the splendor.

Nothing is, nothing will be, and nothing ever was.

All witnessing is just the intersection of gentle, soft strings.

It’s just the interplay of word over vibration, creating the illusion of continuity; creating the sensation of tapestry and feel.

And in the intersection of light and dark, there by the Road’s End, the weaver weaves.

The hands create tales and sights untold: untruth, meaningless, fathomless, groundless.

And there by the Road’s End, where the ways intersect, you can almost hear the weird sound of the ticking and tapping of the Kindly Ladies; making, weaving your life; ending your life and all.

For all that begins, one day comes to an end.

There by the Road’s End in the intersection of paths.