Coyote Moon, Desert Trickster

12th November, 2015

Sipping the ceremonial tea through my cracked lips, I quench my thirst.

The bitter taste sweetened by honey.

Surveying the landscape through squinted eyes, I pinpoint our route among the shattered desert rocks. The sun is bright but the day is cold.

Our company of three, head towards the maze of rocks, guided by intuition.  Buddy behind me and my love at the rear.   

Shallow dry creek beds wind their way through the plains as tumbleweeds drift across our path.  Joshua trees whimsically paint the horizon, as a melody is heard from behind. My love, has started singing.

The wind of insight blows in as we continue to stride along the unmarked path. “Everything is an offering to Itself” I whisper, as the bushes appear to be bowing to the ground. “Unique expressions of the Divine in all.”

My stomach churns as the medicine activates. Coyotes are near, I can feel their energy. I want to run in a pack and howl to the sun.

Buddy and I rush towards a rocky point, that marks the entrance to a canyon. A 40ft cliff standing guard.

   We look at each other and look at the rock. “Reckon it’ll go?”

Buddy puts his climbing shoes on and hands me mine. I look for my love who is happily singing to the plants, immersed in musical therapy and inspiration. “Okay, lets check it out!”

At the base, the rock is steep and overhanging but has huge hand holds leading out to the apex about 30ft up in space…so tempting.

I climb a little to scope out the route and gauge the committing move, a part where you throw your leg above your head and pull yourself over the top.

Back on the ground we “umm” and “err” but the decision has already been made.

Deep breath, Lets do this.

Buddy goes first and pauses on the overhang…my arms out below, in case I have to catch him. Pretty soon he pulls over the top, running to the summit. My turn.

I take a breath with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. We all climb mountains, inwardly and outwardly, you have the power, take courage.

Go. Feet scraping on tiny footholds and following the rail of holds, I arrive at the apex quickly. I look to the ground, Buddy is down from the top and cheering me on. As I cling to the apex, fear creeps in…I’m hanging too long.

I feel the wind of the crow’s wings flapping near by, giving me a boost.

The mind empties and all that is left, is to just do it. One last lunge.

Soon I am running to the summit and howling to the vista. The rock formations resemble brown giants against the infinite blue sky.

My old friend the crow, circles overhead and floats out of sight.

The help is always there.


Meditating in the sunny silence, the visions begin. A huge woman with fangs stares at me with hostility. I don’t react and watch her shrink into a little girl, afraid and behind bars. I realise a lot of adults act out due to some childhood hurt. Compassion is the answer.

A new wave of women appear, acting aggressive and lustful. Again I don’t react and watch them change into loving mothers nurturing babies.

I feel the love of the Divine as a massive stained glass image of Mother Mary, the supreme nurturer, appears.

Opening my eyes, the pure blue sky is filled with outlines of children and adults holding hands in a circle above me.

The sacred unity of our essence.


The effects of the medicine begin to recede and I scramble down to meet Buddy. We muse over the battles, the fears, and the glory of climbing mountains. The camaraderie is priceless.

Later on, I find my partner in the canyon, who is singing on a rock in the sun. The canyon walls vibrating with her powerful lyrics and strong heart.

I give her a hug and in my closed eyes see her wearing a feathered head dress, like a native american ‘chief-ess’.

I step back to look at her. She has a mystical air about her. Adorned with black and purple raven energy, representing magical self-expression.

The three of us walk back to camp as the sun begins to set. A coyote runs past me and I thank him for the lessons of the day.

“Oh Coyote medicine, thank you for reminding me, the importance of community spirit, to play and to laugh at what I take so seriously!”

Back at camp, our neighbour has chopped and prepared our firewood…what a gift.

“Poof” the fire is ablaze…magic in every moment.

Mt Shasta Magic

15th October, 2015

Morning dew dripping, songbirds singing, the forest is waking up.

Warmed by tea and refreshed by river, we are ready for the day.

Returning to camp, the embers still glowing, from last nights fire,

we burn Paulo Santo, to begin the ceremony. It’s sweet smoke surrounds us;

“Oh Great Spirit, may the children of the forest, that grow as fungi, show us it’s medicine to help us on the path of Awakening.”

On the wings of the day, we hike through the forest and up toward the hill.

I’m quickly crossing into the magical shamanic realm.

Heightened beyond measure, a new and powerful experience awaits.

Plant medicine, an ancient tradition, helps us heal and aids in Self Discovery.

The Garden of Eden is here, when the mind is clear.

The trees dance as the winds blows, with the crescendo of the shining sun.

What a melody, I can hear the tune. The glorious symphony of Life.

Against the blue sky, the trees morph together, into the Jaguar of personal power.

It’s enormity is stunning and I am amazed. We meet again.

The tribes in the amazon, say it’s the spirit of the jungle. I can see it now.

It guides us to the ridge top, what a view.

Hands in thanks, for the mighty mountains.

Taking a deep breath, the medicine is working.

Turning around, the trees form a giant

Mountain Lion, standing tall and bearing strength.

“Stay in the Heart, walk the path, be here for Truth and nothing less.”

It’s the Lion of leadership, and its roar stirs my soul.

Intensity subsides as my hand is held, turning to look at my partner.

She is soft as velvet, bright as the crescent moon, radiating love in her silence.     

Her eyes like an Owl, she can see in dark places, and face of a hawk, reminding me of our connection to the Great Spirit.

I focus on my breath as we walk down the hill into the sunshine.

Oh divine oxygen, clean out my doubt from the inside out.

So many questions about the future…

There is no future, only Now.

“Just live the Truth, know it, and be it!”

My old friend the crow, calls overhead to confirm the message.

“I am the Self. There’s no division in the One” I hear myself say.

“Identity and separation is just a thought, nothing more.”

Everything is an offering to itself through this perfect symbiosis.

A Love that never ends.

The sun is fading along with the power of the medicine.

Fire flies twinkle in the twilight, illuminating the fungi hidden among the fallen trees.

I can almost hear them say, meditate with us.

A lotus flower opens, as white light emanates from inside,

revealing the Buddha within.

Singing from the sky above fills my heart with joy.

Its the voice of my Guru, Sri Mooji, a living sage.

Flooded with love for the gift of his presence,

I realise it’s the love we have for the One True Self.

Heading back to camp with one last look into the distance,

Mt Shasta is glowing pink as a heart.

Life is unfolding and I am open.

Sharing the divine adventure of awakening & self discovery

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