Creating with Coyote: A manifesto

Coyote arrives with a grin. Not the grin of someone who has figured it all out. The grin of someone who has no idea what happens next and finds that delightful. And they have brought their friends. Baba Yaga shoots you a hungry gaze. Eshú turns one of their dark faces towards you and smiles a crooked smile as the crest of their long hair sways a little. Kokopelli, with his bent back and wild hair, is playing a joyful tune for you on his flute. They all have something to say and it goes like this:

Reality isn’t static; it’s a dynamic field of relations and potentialities

The world is not a finished thing waiting for you to understand it. It is alive. It is becoming. Every moment is abounding in potentiality. Every relational reconfiguration shapes what comes next. You are not observing from the outside. You are deeply connected with the infinite all of everything. And like Coyote, you are dancing a world into being, clumsily or gracefully. It is up to you.

The unknown isn’t a gap in knowledge but a feature of existence itself

The unknown is not a problem to solve. It is the ground of all creation. It is where life happens—in the spaces before things are named, in the vibrations between meanings, in the potentials that haven’t yet actualized. This is the home of Coyote and their friends. This is where they thrive. Not because they understand it. But because they know how to trust.

Creation happens at the edges, through transgression, disruptions and play

The safest path never made anything new. Creation arises where categories blur and implode, where what we know turns upside down, and where old rules don’t make sense anymore. Coyote knows this in their bones and they embrace it. They move sideways, through crack and unexpected openings. They celebrate disruption. Not as meaningless destruction, but as the moment when rigidity finally cracks open and everything becomes soft and pliable again.

Own your shit, because unclear or fragmented intentions create chaos in the world

How you show up in the world is not private. It moves through the relational field and shapes what actualizes. When your intentions are tangled up in unexamined need, anger, fear, and in the attempt to control life—then you create distortion and dissonance. It gets into everything.

Baba Yaga knows this. She is fierce and hungry for your ignorant ass. But she will spare you if you step in fully and trust what is given to you. She will grant you gifts if you become you more clearly. Because the world needs the brilliance of your unique weirdness—the way only you can tweak the relational field, tune it, make it vibrate in differential harmony.

Flow comes from attuning to the relational field and learning how to surf it with gentleness, kindness and precision

There is a rhythm to everything. The pulse of the relational field is continuously rippling through your body. And there is an intensity to every crossroad, every moment of choice. There is a moment to move, to wait, to enter, and to pull back. And these moments are synchronized with something deeper than logic. They are part of the heartbeat of the universe.

Eshú knows this. They know how to surf the moment. How to stay sovereign and free whilst riding the waves of the infinite all of everything as it is coming into being. But don’t try to copy them! Oh no, then you will get yourself drowned in the streams of existence. You need to find your own unique way to stay afloat, to elegantly catch the right waves and to move with exhilarating speed into the future.

Nourishment often comes from unexpected places and can easily be lost if one is not attentive to what wants to emerge in the moment

Stay awake. The gifts that are here to nourish and sustain you the most are not where you expect to find them. They arrive sideways. They come from the margins, the overlooked, the supposedly insignificant.

There is a deep truth hidden here and it is about information—the fundamental building block of the universe. If your consciousness is trapped by hunger, expectation and impatience, the beauty that exists within the potentiality of every moment cannot fully unfold. It is being limited and distorted. Only through letting go and surrender deeply into the vulnerable position of not knowing do we allow the universe to do what it does best.

Kokopelli knows this. He is moving with his flute as a guide, his joy, his presence. And everywhere he goes, seeds fall. Everywhere he walks, the ground becomes fertile. He does not have a plan. He is simply alive. Simply attuned. And because of this, he finds beauty and abundance everywhere he goes and often in places others pass by without noticing.