BlackCoyote

…only when the masks have fallen can we connect with the knowledge that we are all the same truth, the inner healer is in itself the miracle…

The story of BlackCoyote

Nas’watonga he said, and she lay still wondering what she had just heard. Again the very strong voice said, Nas’watonga. She didn’t recognize it and wondered whether the voice was stating its name or was this the answer to her question?

Why did she even ask the question as she lay with needles sticking into her back, her qi flowing, open and drooling. Why ask what her real name was? And like a tripwire, the memory of the voice of a wise monk popped into her memory, he telling her that the name she was given at birth was not her true name. Then what was her true name? Who was she anyway? Who was she to think that she was anything more than the ordinary girl that was suffering? And again, the voice said more strongly, your name is Nas’watonga.

The meaning eluded her until one day she discovered that Nas’watonga means the Spirit of BlackCoyote. And as she looked at the trickster permanently tattooed into her forearm disguised as a wolf, she understood. She felt the true meaning of the spirit that lived within her. and more alive was the coyote medicine that was calling her…