In El Salvador, the winds of October come whistling down to us from the volcano our old neighborhood skirts, bringing down with it the scents of the flora and fauna, hidden spices, unknown beasts, distant ghostly voices of families gathering for a last meal, ancestral trees, earth from the beginning of things, the song of that ancient presence that has always been with you. The force of these winds is such that, as children, you love to dare to spread your arms wide, like wings now opening the heart in ready for flight! And you know what that’s like…. And as children, we do dare to trust and let go, leaning into it, allowing it now to support you. And you can’t help but feel that you are supported eternally, lovingly, that it never lets go, that it is always there…ancient friend, Viento de Octubre.
The universe in its inexorable power and mystery is inexhaustible. All is alive and full of intent. The particle of dust which is you is only a point of consciousness in relation to infinity. It’s arrogance to think you can do anything to the vastness. Yet, you are part of that vastness, pulled away only momentarily to wonder and exercise your intent.
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
The Heart is a Light
For Koyote the Blind
A light shines in darkness
A heart blazes
A flame in the wilderness
Under the blue canopy of sky
A bush the burns in the desert
The truth has a friend
Who makes introductions
In the sacred tongues
To the cool moon and warm sun
A friend who stalks
hidden pathways amid the wavering stars
flashing out of the purple deep
winking with the rhythmic breath of the gods
who each in their turn
whisper a name of the Beloved into his ear
A friend whose eyes never shy
From the tears of the One
Who is our beginning
Ever flowing waters
That pour from his mouth
Into our hearts
Now alight with pure intent
–gnosticman (Gerald Porter, requiescat in pace, will be deeply missed)
“The first chapter of Part One is ‘Fearless’ and reads like a surreal parable in the Koyote’s personal dream story. One senses a mythological journey evolving through his poetically imaginative experiences. The work on one’s inner attitude towards death is consistent with soem of the work of Liber HHH. The Koyote takes the work one step further in direct confrontation with death. With his push to be creative and use the imagination, he not only gets to the heart of magickal praxis, but quickly introduces the Vedantic perspective of the Silent Self that observes the dream.
The next chapter ‘On Lucidity of Apperception’ gives specific practical instructions for approaching lucid dreaming. And the Koyote shows how this is consisten with trances one can swork with in waking life, i.e. scrying and evocation techniques, being similar, as described in the next chapter: ‘The Four Regions of the Dreaming.’
In the next…
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