Five Messengers Just Passing Through


“Every spoken sentence beginning with ‘I Am’ is a powerful spell exhaled into action. Describe yourself wisely.”  ~  Dacha Avelin

“Your body, which is bonding millions of molecules every second, depends on transformation. Breathing and digestion harness transformation. Food and air aren’t just shuffled about but, rather, undergo the exact chemical bonding needed to keep you alive. The sugar extracted from an orange travels to the brain and fuels a thought. The emergent property in this case is the newness of the thought; no molecules in the history of the universe ever combined to produce that exact thought.”  ~  Deepak Chopra

There were five of them, altogether. Four were hanging close together and the fifth one seemed to be following. I was at a friend’s house, tending to her cat and dog. A flash of motion outside the front window, a picture window, caught my attention. Three of the animals had already passed on down into the sagebrush, but the fourth one was just coming along from my left. She stopped in the yard and stood still for maybe 15-20 seconds. Such beauty! I was breathless, and sans camera I felt somewhat helpless. As she left the yard I went and grabbed my camera in hopes of getting another chance at catching a photo or two. That chance came about fifteen minutes later. Lucky me. That was the second powerful event of my day yesterday. The first was a massage. Perhaps I am getting more out of a massage than I am supposed to. Isn’t a massage just something to loosen up all of the kinks that daily life can deliver just by happening, and then you go on with your business as usual? I’m not seeing it that way because I am not feeling it that way. And – maybe I just get dramatic at the basic happenings in daily life? Yeh, maybe. I mean, these were just flesh and blood wild animals. They are pretty much ubiquitous as a species. They live in the wild, and in some cities; throughout the country. Pretty impressive. It didn’t used to be that way. They kinda sorta just branched out. Oh, wait  .  .  .  I was talking about the massage and somehow slipped on back to the coyotes. It’s all interconnected, my friends. It’s all flow and process, energy and information. Cue the spooky music – there is really no such thing as a thing. Wait, what? No, I don’t believe that. So, moving forward, I am consciously framing the massage therapy as a tool in the now beginning transformation I so deeply need. I had reckoned that said transformation was something that would simply pop up from the plenum, quite naturally, and when it was time. And only then. Turns out I was wrong. Imagine that. I can look back at the series of what at the time seemed to be chance occurrences, and maybe not all that noteworthy, except that the events set off a quite pleasant and mysterious sort of ringing in my soul. And in looking back I can see that I was following something without being aware of it. Of course, as I have mentioned here before, the massage is something that I am using as a mundane self-improvement tool, to address my coming of age at 62. But  .  .  .  and this is important to note  .  .  .  in my planning for the beginning of the endgame of my life I had neglected the magick of life. That was a dumb thing to do. But in the grand scheme of things it is actually the way things are supposta be, to go, whatever, right? Aww dude. That is why the coyotes showed up, to confirm that I have a lot of waking up yet to do. I don’t know if you have ever encountered coyotes up close. They are magickal beings. There is a reason they were deified by many peoples back in the day. Yes I know that, being ‘the Trickster’, they have a bad name for many folks, but I am not too concerned about that. For me they represent transformation, which is something that is foremost in my waking and dreaming life these days. They represent balance, and borders, and Creation. Dark and light, life and death. That kind of stuff. So let’s cut to the chase here. Transformation is not really my idea of a good time, but it is worthwhile to pursue. What I was getting at a few sentences back is that I consciously chose to begin transformation of my being. In doing so I committed myself to a new path, which kinda took on a life of its own. Momentum. The massage yesterday loosened up more reservoirs of psychic and emotional toxins. I feel all loosened up this morning, but I also feel like shit. In opening a new door I am duly reminded that the pain from past choices doth not go away, and iffin ya want to move forward ya just gotta deal with all the toxins that have been warehoused within. That’s what I am up to today. Psychotherapy session at noon. This is a lot of work! And it hurts to walk through. Whatever. I see bright shiny things on down the road a ways. So – were they just animals or were they messengers come to teach me a thing or two? Both/and. That’s all the more I’ve got to say today, except that Trickster Coyote is a shapeshifter. I am shifting my shape, right? Yeh.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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