Coyote stood on the brink of the void looking down into one of her favorite places on earth – scrying (perhaps the better word is “spying”) on that little Mahonia and Nekelew world. She could feel the portal more open now than in recent years. Folks had been doing their work even if they were still mostly unaware of the possibilities of connection with the spirits. Pineal glands were creaking open, the crystals inside getting polished and cleared. A few even had more advanced hits about capital “S” Spirit aka their own Higher Self. Reincarnation was no longer a foreign concept. Finally. It had taken proverbial pliers, crow bars, and an occasional wrench, but it was worth it and hopefully soon they would be more conscious of the portal. Especially if she nudged them a bit more. She was grateful to Spider and the others for doing a lot of the advance work.
She herself had been making “scattered shower” appearances here and there over the years. Mostly as the Heyoka Trickster, the Zia Clown, i.e. being the one who turns things upside down. Messes up the status quo. A little sickness, a little death. A heartbreak or two. Lots of general confusion. Heyoka specialize in out-of-the-box solutions for mundane troubles as well as for life’s bigger challenges…. All for humans’ own good of course.
Sure, Coyote had a reputation of being something of a fuckup, but that was mostly the male version of the mythical archetypal adventures. He-Coyote was famous for having a great idea with all good intention, but then tripping over his own four paws somehow. She-Coyote considered herself much more balanced. (Was that the other Council Spirits laughing?) What the humans couldn’t see from their limited perspective was that Abuela Coyote, like most sacred clowns, was in touch with the bigger picture. Usually. She knew their soul missions and contracts – their agreements in the Spirit World before they incarnated to play these roles in their present lives. Operation Karmic Krew and the Pinky Promise. Not that they remembered this. Or that they always appreciated what came their way as learning experiences.
But since the turn of the millennium more were getting the drift – seeing how they benefited from the dark times and the seemingly “tragic” experiences. They were increasingly willing to peek at their shadow selves. Making the choice to surrender to change voluntarily like the Tarot’s Hanged One, rather than have to submit to the Tower’s slaps upside the head…. the blow that Coyote was so good at. She giggled thinking of it.
She wasn’t the only one doing this of course. She was part of the Council though she didn’t always show up when a powwow was called. When she did appear the various spirits often disagreed with her ideas, so then she went at it alone. Coming to consensus was such a pain. Kwan Yin, for instance, was apt to advocate for more lenient lessons and was always there to pick up the scattered pieces of the bomb blasts (both literal and metaphorical) of Coyote’s more dramatic – and okay, admittedly less successful endeavors. Pluto, on the other hand, tended to delve into even more shadowy corners and had a morbid sense of humor that Coyote thought was over the top. Jupiter aka Zeus was obtusely heavy handed in his angrier moods, though nobody was more beneficent when the good times rolled. Thank goodness the Hindus kept Kali Ma around and active. She was usually an ally – she had clarity about when to slash confrontively and when to be tender. Humans didn’t always realize that both could be true at the same time and from the same being…. Everything was so black or white to humans stuck as they were in the duality plane. Controlled burns in forests were often needed to allow new growth, though conflagrations did get out of bounds sometimes if the wind shifted unexpectedly.
Good news was that those in spirit form could see the patterns laid out in the Universal matrix and they had access to the so-called Akashic Records where millennia of past life annals were kept. Thus they could follow the history of each soul and keep track of the overall process. On the good days. “When I’m not stirring up the chaos like dust from a whirlwind.” Coyote chuckled again at some juicy memories. Many of those incarnated in this place at this time were also part of the Council. Not that they remembered that, usually showing up around the fire in their dreaming state.
“I’m wondering if I should take a more active role again,” Coyote muttered to the large rodent-like creature who had appeared near her around the portal vortex.
“It would seem so,” said Mountain Beaver. “It’s all very well appearing out of the corner of someone’s eye, but you could be a little more open about your shenanigans. I think these humans are ready to make the connections more consciously now. Isn’t that what we’ve been aiming for?”
“You should talk,” said Coyote. “Most people in the region don’t even know you exist.”
“I don’t threaten them,” responded Mountain Beaver, who in her spirit form sported a Mohawk of green fur. She liked to live a little more out loud in this dimension than she could on the earth plane. “Unlike some I could mention…. Except when my diggings undermine their hillsides,” she added thoughtfully.
“Is it more effective to be myself or should I be a human this time?” wondered Coyote fixated on her own issues. “I could be someone new wandering into their sphere.”
“Perhaps this time it’s more subtle than incarnating and starting from scratch.”
“I don’t have the patience for that anymore and I’m too old for the forgetting.”
“You could skip the growing up process and enter stage left as an adult….”
“Maybe as a walk-in? Like take over someone’s body?” Abuela Coyote eyed the possibilities thoughtfully. “There’s that Raven guy, of course, but Spirit Raven already has dibs on him. ReBound Seth used to be an effective carrier of my energy and I’ve noticed he’s been nosing about again in his spirit form…. Who else?…. Jay Goodwin-Brown? He likes to stir things up. I can easily spur him to open his big mouth to cause havoc. I’m pretty sure it will create growth…. Teacher Stella has always had a fair share of my gifts…. She gets it….”
“She’s been away for a while,” said Mountain Beaver. “Maybe you can convince her to come back into circulation….”
“We could even revive Wild Woman.”
“I always thought that was you,” Mountain Beaver muttered.
Grandmother Coyote ignored the last comment enigmatically. “Yeah, I think I’ll just pounce wherever it feels right in the moment. Who needs a plan? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash…. Right away….” She gave Mountain Beaver a wicked grin over her shoulder and did a graceful swan dive into the void.
“Uh oh,” sang Mountain Beaver who knew from experience it was next to impossible to talk Coyote out of anything once in motion. “Watch out, Mahonia and Nekelew Valley. Let’s hope the landing isn’t a belly flop.”