"...Всё возможно, если хочешь этого с несгибаемым Интэнтом...Борец в действительности влияет на события Силой своего Сознания и Силой своего Несгибаемого Интэнта."

"Сказать, что эта Чужеродная Энергия (Неорганических Существ), имеющая лаконичность, не объясняет мне ничего Дон Хуан. Какая это Энергия: плохая, хорошая, правильная, неправильная, что это?"
"Это как раз то, что я сказал - Чужеродная Энергия, Безразличная Сила, которую мы превращаем в очень даже персональную, потому что она имеет голос. Некоторые Маги в этом могут поклясться, они даже ВИДЯТ ЕЁ. Или, как это с тобой самим происходило, они просто слышат это как голос мужчины или женщины.
И этот голос может сказать им о положении вещей, которое они, в большинстве своём, примут как священный совет."
"Почему некоторые из нас слышат это как голос?"
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"Мы видим или слышим это, потому что сохраняем нашу Точку Восприятия на определённом новом положении; чем сильнее эта зацепка, тем ярче наше знакомство с Эмисаром (Эмисар это - Неорганическое Существо женского рода). Берегись, ты можешь увидеть или почувствовать это как голую женщину." Дон Хуан рассмеялся над собственной шуткой, но я был слишком напуган, чтобы шутить.
"Эта Сила способна материлизоваться?" спросил я.
"Конечно," ответил он."И всё зависит от того насколько закреплена твоя Точка Восприятия. Но будь уверен, если ты способен сохранять какую-то степень безразличия, ничего не случится. Эмисар останется тем, что есть: Безразличная Сила, которая действует на нас из-за фиксации (закреплённого положения) нашей Точки Восприятия."
"А на её совет можно положиться?"
"Это не может быть советом. Оно только говорит нам что есть что, а потом мы делаем для себя выводы." Тогда я сказал Дон Хуану что Голос сказал мне.
"Это как раз я и сказал," отметил Дон Хуан, "Эмисар не сказал тебе ничего нового, его слова были правильны, но тебе только казалось, что это открывает какие-то вещи для тебя. Что Эмисар сделал это просто повторил то, что ты уже знал."
"Боюсь, что я не могу доказать, что я знал всё это, Дон Хуан."
"Нет, ты можешь. Сейчас ты знаешь неизмеримо больше о тайнах Вселенной, чем ты подозреваешь своей логикой. Но это - наша общая человеческая "болезнь" знать больше о тайнах Вселенной, чем мы подозреваем."
Испытание такого невероятного феноменона без помощи Дон Хуана, ввело меня в экстаз. Мне хотелось добыть больше информации об Эмисари (женщина) и начал распрашивать Дон Хуана если он тоже слышал голос Эмисари. Он перебил меня и, широко улыбаясь, сказаал:"Да, да, Эмисари также разговаривает со мной. В молодости  я бывало ВИДЕЛ его в виде монаха в чёрной одежде с капюшоном. И каждый раз этот говорящий "монах" пугал меня до смерти. Потом уже, когда я более менее справился со своим страхом, Эмисари стал просто голосом без тела, который до сих пор говорит мне какие-то вещи.
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"Какие вещи, Дон Хуан?"
"Всё, на что я фокусирую свой Интэнт, вещи, которыми мне самому неинтересно заниматься. Например, детали поведения моих учеников, чем они занимаются когда меня нет рядом. Эмисари рассказывает вещи о тебе, к примеру, описывает мне всё, что ты делаешь."
В тот момент мне было всё равно какой оборот примет наш разговор. Я старательно искал в уме вопросы на другие темы, пока он задыхался от хохота.
"А Дремлющий Эмисари, Неорганическое Существо?" спросил я.
"Давай назовём Дремлющего Эмисари Силой, которая исходит от Неорганических Существ. Это и есть причина, почему Дремлющие (Dreamers) всегда сталкиваются с ней."
"Дон Хуан, ты имеешь ввиду, что каждый Дремлющий (Dreamer) слышит или видит Эмисари?"
"Каждый слышит Эмисари; но очень немногие видят или чувствуют Эмисари."
"Можешь ты это как-то объяснить?"
"Нет, по правде, мне безразличен Эмисари. В какой-то момент своей жизни мне пришлось сделать выбор: концентрироваться на Неорганических Существах и следовать той же дорогой как и Древние Колдуны или отказаться от всего этого. Мой Учитель, Нагуал Джулиан, помог мне принять решение и отказаться от помощи Неорганических Существ. Я никогда не сожалел об этом решении."
"Ты думаешь мне тоже следует отказаться от Неорганических Существ, Дон Хуан?"
Он не ответил мне, вместо этого он объяснил, что весь Мир Неорганических Существ всегда готов учить. Возможно потому, что Неорганические Существа имеют более обширное Сознание, чем наше (потому, что дольше нас существовали на Земле! ЛМ). Они чувствуют себя обязанными взять нас под своё крыло.
Я не вижу смысла стать их учеником," добавил он, "Их цена слишком высока!"
"Какая их цена?"
"Наши жизни, наша Энергия, наша привязанность к ним, другими словами, наша Свобода!"
"Но что они учат?"
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"Вещам, которые подходят их Мирам. Таким же манером мы сами могли бы учить их, если бы мы были способны учить их, вроде вещей полезных нашему Миру. Однако их метод - это взять нашу базовую сущность как стандарт того, что нам нужно и потом согласно этому учить нас. Наиболее опасная ситуация!"
"Я не вижу в этом никакой опасности."
"Если кто-то собрался взять твою базовую сущность как стандарт, со всеми твоими страхами, жадностью, завистью и так далее и тому подобное, а потом учить тебя как достигнуть это ужасное состояние человека, какой, ты думаешь, был бы результат?"
У меня не было слов. Я прекрасно понял причины его отказа от Неорганических Существ.
"Проблемой Древних Колдунов было то, что они научили прекрасным вещам другую сторону своего Существа, более низменную (отрицательную)," продолжал Дон Хуан. "Неорганические Существа стали их Союзниками и, с помощью откровенных примеров, они учили чудесам Древних Колдунов.
Их Союзники выполняли действия и учили Древних Колдунов шаг за шагом копировать действия тех, не меняя свою внутреннюю низменную сущность."
"А сегодня, существуют ли такие отношения с Неорганическими Существами?"
"Я не могу дать откровенный ответ. Всё, что я могу сказать это то, что я не могу представить для себя такую дружбу. Отношения такого характера сокращают наши поиски Свободы, лишая нас всей нашей Энергии. Чтобы действительно следовать примеру своих Союзников, Древним Колдунам приходилось тратить свою жизнь в Мире Неорганических Существ. Количество Энергии, нужной чтобы осуществить такое длительное путешествие, не поддаётся описанию."
"Дон Хуан, ты имеешь ввиду что Древние Колдуны были способны существовать в тех Мирах, как мы существуем здесь?"
"Не совсем как мы существуем здесь, но они определённо там жили: они сохраняли своё Сознание, свою индивидуальность. Их Дремлющий Эмисари стал самой живой Сущностью для тех Колдунов. Если Колдун хочет жить в Мире Неорганических Существ, Эмисари - прекрасный мост для этого; она с вами разговаривает и её склонность учить и вести вас."
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"Дон Хуан, ты когда-нибудь был в их Мире?"
"Бесчисленное множество раз. Также как и ты. Но нет смысла говорить об этом сейчас. Ты ещё не освободился от мусора в своём Дремлющем Внимании. Когда-нибудь мы поговорим об этом Мире."
"Как я понимаю Дон Хуан, что ты не одобряешь и тебе не нравится Эмисари?"
"Не то. чтобы я одобрял или мне он нравился. Это принадлежит другому настроению, настроению Древних Колдунов. Кроме этого их учения и лидерство в нашем Мире - сплошная чепуха. И за эту чепуху Эмисари берёт с нас непомерно в смысле Энергии. Когда-нибудь ты согласишься со мной. Посмотришь."
В тоне Дон Хуана я уловил завуалированную догадку того, что я с ним не согласен насчёт Эмисари. Я как раз собирался начать спорить с ним, как услышал в ушах голос Эмисари.
"Он прав," сказал голос. "Ты похож на меня, потому что не находишь неправильным исследовать все возможности. Ты хочешь Знания; Знание - это Могущество. Ты не хочешь оставаться безучастным в рутине и поверьях своего Ежедневного Мира. Эмисари сказал всё это на английском с отчётливым говором тихоокеанского побережья. Потом голос перешёл на испанский и я услышал лёгкий аргентинский акцент. Я никогда не слышал чтобы Эмисари так до этого разговаривал со мной. Это меня восхитило. Эмисари рассказаал мне о Знаниях и их применении; о том как далеко я находился от своего места рождения; о моём страстном желании приключений и о моём увлечении, почти наваждении, к новым вещам, к новым горизонтам. Голос даже разговаривал со мной на португальском с явным акцентом Южных Пампас. Слышать этот голос, изливающий всю эту лесть, не только испугало меня, но меня чуть не вытошнило! Я сказал Дон Хуану прямо на месте, что мне придётся прекратить мою тренировку в  Dreaming. Он посмотрел на меня с нескрывемым удивлением. Но когда я повторил то, что я только что слышал, он согласился с моим желанием, хотя я чувствовал, что он делает это чтобы доставить мне удовольствие.

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"I knew, that I was having a strange, sophisticated vision, yet those Shapes were so real, that I found myself reacting with genuine queasiness (uneasiness). I got the nauseating feeling of being over a nest of Giant, Round, Brown and Grayish Bugs. I felt somehow safe, though, hovering above them. I discarded all these considerations, however, the moment I realized, that it was idiotic of me to feel safe or ill at ease, as if my Dream were a real-life situation. However, as I observed those Buglike shapes squirm (wriggling, writhe), I became very disturbed at the idea, that they were about to touch me. "We are the Mobile Unit of Our World," the Emissary's Voice said, all of a sudden. "Don't be afraid. We are Energy, and, for sure, we're not intending to touch you. It would be impossible anyway. We are separated by real boundaries." After a long pause, the Voice added, "We want you to join us. Come down to where we are. And don't be ill at ease. You are not ill at ease with the Scouts and certainly not with me. The Scouts and I are just like the others. I am Bell-shaped, and Scouts are like Candle Flames." That last statement was definitely a cue of sorts for my Energy Body. On hearing it, my queasiness (nausea) and fear vanished.
I descended to their level, and the Balls and Bells and Candle Flames surrounded me. They came so close to me, that they would have touched me, had I had a physical body. Instead, we went through one another, like encapsulated air puffs. I had, at that point, an unbelievable sensation. Although I did not feel anything with or in my Energy Body, I was feeling and recording the most unusual tickling somewhere else; soft, airlike things were definitely going through me, but not right there. The sensation was vague and fast and did not give me time to catch it fully. Instead of focusing my Dreaming Attention on it, I became entirely absorbed in watching those oversized Bugs of Energy. At the level where we were, it seemed to me, that there was a commonality between the Shadow Entities and myself: size. Perhaps it was because I judged them to be the same size as my Energy Body, that I felt almost cozy with them. On examining them, I concluded, that I did not mind them at all. They were impersonal, cold, detached, and I liked that immensely. I wondered for an instant, whether my disliking them one minute and liking them the next was a natural consequence of Dreaming or a product of some Energetic Influence, those Entities were exerting (exercising) on me.
"They are most likable," I said to the Emissary, at the very moment I was overpowered by a Wave of Profound Friendship or even affection for them. No sooner had I spoken my Mind, than the Dark Shapes scurried away, like bulky guinea pigs, leaving me alone in semidarkness.
"You projected too much feeling and scared them off," the Emissary's Voice said. "Feeling is too hard for them, and for me for that matter." The Emissary actually laughed shyly.
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"This is the Shadows' World," the Emissary's Voice said, as soon as I was there. "But, even though we are Shadows, we shed light. Not only are we Mobile, but we are the Light in the Tunnels. We are another kind of Inorganic Being, that exists here. There are three kinds: one is like an Immobile Tunnel, the Other is like a Mobile Shadow. We are the Mobile Shadows. The Tunnels give us their Energy, and we do their bidding (commands)." The Emissary stopped talking. I felt it was daring me to ask about the Third kind of Inorganic Being. I also felt, that if I did not ask, the Emissary would not tell me.
"What's the Third kind of Inorganic Being?" I said. The Emissary coughed and chuckled. To me, it sounded like It relished (pleased) being asked.
"Oh, that's our most mysterious feature. The Third kind is revealed to our visitors only when they choose to stay with us." it said.
"Why is that so?" I asked.
"Because it takes a great deal of Energy to see them," the Emissary answered. "And we would have to provide that Energy." I knew, that the Emissary was telling me the Truth.
I also knew, that a horrendous danger was lurking. Yet I was driven by a curiosity without limits. I wanted to See that Third kind. The Emissary seemed to be aware of my mood.
"Would you like to see them?" it asked casually.
"Most certainly," I said.
"All you have to do is to say out loud, that you want to stay with us," the Emissary said with a nonchalant (cool) intonation.
"But if I say that, I have to stay, right?" I asked.
"Naturally," the Emissary said in a tone of ultimate conviction. "Everything you say out loud in this World is for keeps." I could not help thinking that, if the Emissary had wanted to trick me into staying, all it had to do was lie to me. I would not have known the difference. "I cannot lie to you, because a lie doesn't exist," the Emissary said, intruding into my thoughts. "I can tell you only about what exists. In my World, only Intent exists; a lie has no intent behind it; therefore, it has no existence!!!" I wanted to argue, that there is Intent even behind lies, but before I could voice my argument, the Emissary said, that behind lies there is intention, but that intention is not Intent. I could not keep my Dreaming Attention, focused on the argument the Emissary was posing (confusing). It went to the Shadow Beings. Suddenly, I noticed, that they had the appearance of a herd of strange, childlike animals. The Emissary's Voice warned me to hold my emotions in check, for sudden bursts of feelings had the capacity to make them disperse, like a flock of birds.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Come down to our side and try to push or pull us. The quicker you learn to do that, the quicker you'll be able to move things around in your World by merely looking at them," the Emissary's Voice urged me. My merchant's Mind went berserk with anticipation. I was instantly among them, desperately trying to push them or pull them. After a while, I thoroughly exhausted my Energy. I had then the impression, that I had been trying to do something equivalent to lifting a house with the strength of my teeth. Another impression I had was, that the more I exerted myself, the greater the number of Shadows. It , if they were coming from every corner to watch me, or to feed on me. The moment I had that thought, the Shadows again scurried away. "We are not feeding on you," the Emissary said. "We all come to feel your Energy, very much like what you do with Sunlight on a cold day." The Emissary urged me to open up to them by canceling out my suspicious thoughts. I heard the Voice, and, as I listened to what it was saying, I realized, that I was hearing, feeling, and thinking exactly, as I do in my Daily World. I slowly turned to See around me. Taking the clarity of my Perception as a gauge (testing), I concluded, that I was in a Real World. The Emissary's Voice sounded in my ears.
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It said, that for me the only difference between Perceiving my World and Perceiving theirs, was, that Perceiving their World started and ended in the blink of an eye.  Perceiving mine did not, because my Awareness — together with the Awareness of an immense number of Beings like me, who held my World in place with their Intent — was fixed on my World. The Emissary added, that Perceiving my World started and ended the same way for the Inorganic Beings, in the blink of an eye, but Perceiving their World did not, because there were Immense Numbers of Them holding it in place with their Intent. At that instant the scene started to dissolve. I was like a diver, and Waking Up from that World was like swimming up to reach the surface. In the following session, the Emissary began its dialogue with me by restating, that a totally coordinated and coactive relationship existed between Mobile Shadows and Stationary Tunnels. It finished its statement saying, "We can't exist without each other."
"I understand what you mean," I said. There was a touch of scorn (despise, contempt) in the Emissary's Voice, when it retorted (objected), that I could not possibly understand what it means to be related in that fashion, which was infinitely more, than being dependent. I intended to ask the Emissary to explain, what it meant by that, but the next instant I was inside of, what I can only describe, as the very tissue of the Tunnel. I saw some grotesquely merged, glandlike protuberances (bulge, knob), that emitted an opaque light. The thought crossed my mind, that those were the same protuberances, that had given me the impression of being like Braille (system of printing for Blind). Considering, that they were Energy Blobs three to four feet in diameter, I began to wonder about the actual size of those Tunnels.
"Size here is not like size in your World," the Emissary said. "The Energy of this World is a Different kind of Energy (sizzling); its features don't coincide with the features of the Energy of your World, yet this World is as real, as your own." The Emissary went on to say, that it had told me everything about the Shadow Beings, when it described and explained the protuberances on the Tunnels' Walls. I retorted, that I had heard the explanations, but I had not paid Attention to them, because I believed, that they did not pertain (belong) directly to Dreaming. "Everything here, in this Realm, pertains directly to Dreaming," the Emissary stated. I wanted to think about the reason for my misjudgment, but my Mind became blank.
My Dreaming Attention was waning (declined). I was having trouble focusing it on the World around me. I braced myself for waking up. The Emissary started to speak again, and the sound of its voice propped me up (helped). My Dreaming Attention perked up (regained, cheered) considerably.
"Dreaming is the Vehicle, that brings Dreamers to this World and everything Sorcerers know about Dreaming was taught to them by us. Our World is connected to yours by a Door called Dreams. We know how to go through that Door, but Men don't. They have to learn it." The Emissary's voice went on explaining, what it had already explained to me before.  "The Protuberances on the Tunnels' Walls are Shadow Beings, I am one of them. We move inside the Tunnels, on their Walls, charging ourselves with the Energy of the Tunnels, which is Our Energy." An idle thought crossed my mind: I was really incapable of conceiving a symbiotic relationship, such as the one I was witnessing. "If you would stay among us, you would certainly learn to feel, what it is like to be connected, as we are connected," the Emissary said. The Emissary seemed to be waiting for my reply. I had the feeling, that what It really wanted, was for me to say, that I had decided to stay.
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"How many Shadow Beings are in each Tunnel?" I asked to change the mood and immediately regretted it, because the Emissary began to give me a detailed account of the numbers and functions of the Shadow Beings in each Tunnel. It said, that each Tunnel had a specific number of Dependent Entities, which performed specific functions, having to do with the Needs and Expectations of the Supporting Tunnels. I did not want the Emissary to go into more detail. I reasoned, that the less I knew about the Tunnel and Shadow Beings, the better off I was. The instant I formulated that thought, the Emissary stopped, and my Energy Body jerked, as if it had been pulled by a cable. The next moment, I was fully awake, in my bed. From then on, I had no more fears, that could have interrupted my practices. Another idea had begun to rule me: the idea, that I had found unparalleled excitation. I could hardly wait every day to start Dreaming and have the Scout take me to the Shadows' World. The added attraction was, that my visions of the Shadows' World became even more true to life, than before. Judged by the subjective standards of orderly thoughts, orderly visual and auditory sensory input, orderly responses on my part, my experiences, for as long, as they lasted, were as real, as any situation in our Daily World. Never had I had perceptual experiences, in which the only difference between my visions and my Everyday World, was the speed, with which my visions ended. One instant I was in a strange, real World, and the next instant I was in my bed. I craved don Juan's commentaries and explanations, but I was still marooned (wait idle) in Los Angeles. The more I considered my situation, the greater my anxiety; I even began to sense, that something in the Inorganic Beings' Realm was brewing at tremendous speed. As my anxiety grew, my body entered into a State of Profound Fright, although my Mind was ecstatic in the contemplation (consider thoughtfully) of the Shadows' World. To make things worse, the Dreaming Emissary's Voice lapsed into my Daily Consciousness...
"Aware Beings from the most unbelievable corners of the Cosmos stay with us," the Emissary said, ending its talk. "And they love their stay with us. In fact, no one wants to leave."

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"The thought, that crossed my mind at that moment, was, that servitude was definitely antithetical (opposite) to me. I had never been at ease with servants or with being served. The Scout took over and made me glide through many Tunnels. It came to a halt in a Tunnel, that seemed somehow larger, than the others. My Dreaming Attention became riveted on the size and configuration of that Tunnel, and it would have stayed glued there, had I not been made to turn around. My Dreaming Attention focused then on a Blob of Energy a bit bigger, than the Shadow Entities. It was Blue, like the blue in the center of a candle's flame. I knew, that this Energy Configuration was not a Shadow Entity and that it did not belong there. I became absorbed in sensing it. The Scout signaled me to leave, but something was making me impervious (not affected) to its cues. I remained, uneasily, where I was. However, the Scout's signaling broke my concentration, and I lost sight of the Blue Shape. Suddenly, a considerable force made me spin around and put me squarely in front of the Blue Shape. As I gazed at it, it turned into the figure of a person: very small, slender, delicate, almost transparent. I desperately attempted to determine whether it was a man or a woman, but, hard as I tried, I could not. My attempts to ask the Emissary failed. It flew away quite abruptly, leaving me suspended in that Tunnel, facing now an unknown person. I tried to talk to that person the way I talked to the Emissary. I got no response. I felt a wave of frustration at not being able to break the barrier, that separated us. Then I was besieged (surrender) by the fear of being alone with someone, who might have been an enemy. I had a variety of reactions, triggered by the presence of that stranger. I even felt elation, because I knew, that the Scout had finally shown me another Human Being, caught in that World. I only despaired at the possibility, that we were not able to communicate, perhaps, because that Stranger was one of the Sorcerers of Antiquity and belonged to a time different from mine. The more intense my elation and curiosity, the heavier I became, until a moment, in which I was so massive, that I was back in my body, and back in the World.
I found myself in Los Angeles, in a park by the University of California. I was standing on the grass, right in the line of people playing golf. The person in front of me had solidified at the same rate. We stared at each other for a fleeting instant. It was a girl, perhaps six or seven years old. I thought I knew her. On seeing her, my elation and curiosity grew so out of proportion, that they triggered a reversal. I lost mass so fast, that in another instant I was again a Blob of Energy in the Inorganic Beings' Realm. The Scout came back for me and hurriedly pulled me away.
I woke up with a jolt of fright. In the process of surfacing into the Daily World, something had let a message slip through. My Mind went into a frenzy (wild excitement), trying to put together what I knew or thought I knew. I spent more, than forty eight continuous hours, attempting to get at a hidden feeling or a hidden knowledge, that had gotten stuck to me. The only success I had, was to sense a force — I fancied it to be outside my Mind or my body — that told me not to trust my Dreaming anymore.
After a few days, a dark and mysterious certainty began to get hold of me, a certainty, that grew by degrees, until I had no doubt about its authenticity: I was sure, that the Blue Blob of Energy was a prisoner in the Inorganic Beings' Realm. I needed don Juan's advice more desperately, than ever. I knew, that I was throwing years of work out the window, but I couldn't help it; I dropped everything I was doing and ran to Mexico.
"What do you really want?" don Juan asked me as a way to contain my hysterical babbling (talk). I could not explain to him what I wanted, because I did not know it myself.
"Your problem must be very serious to make you run like this," don Juan said with a pensive (deeply thoughtful) expression.
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"It is, in spite of the fact, that I can't figure out what my problem really is," I said. He asked me to describe my Dreaming Practices in all the detail, that was pertinent (suitable). I told him about my vision of the little Girl and how it had affected me at an emotional level. He instantly advised me to ignore the event and regard it as a blatant attempt, on the part of the Inorganic Beings, to cater to my fantasies. He remarked, that if Dreaming is overemphasized, it becomes what it was for the Old Sorcerers: a source of inexhaustible indulging (satisfying your weaknesses). For some inexplicable reason, I was unwilling to tell don Juan about the Realm of the Shadow Entities. It was only when he discarded my vision of the little girl, that I felt obliged to describe to him my visits to that World. He was silent for a long time, as if he was overwhelmed. When he finally spoke, he said:
"You are more alone, than I thought, because I can't discuss your Dreaming Practices at all. You are at the Position of the Old Sorcerers. All I can do is to repeat to you, that you must exercise all the care, you are able to muster up (summon, gather)."
"Why do you say, that I am at the Position of the Old Sorcerers?"
"I've told you repeatedly, that your mood is dangerously like the Old Sorcerers'. They were very capable Beings; their flaw was, that they took to the Inorganic Beings' Realm like fish take to the water. You are in the same boat. You know things about it, that none of us can even conceive (form in Mind). For instance, I never knew about the Shadows' World; neither did the Nagual Julian or the Nagual Elias, in spite of the fact, that he spent a long time in the World of the Inorganic Beings."
"But what difference does knowing the Shadows' World make?"
"A great deal of difference. Dreamers are taken there only when the Inorganic Beings are sure the Dreamers are going to stay in that World. We know this through the Old Sorcerers' Stories."
"I assure you, don Juan, that I have no intention whatsoever of staying there. You talk as if I am just about to be lured by promises of service or promises of Power. I am not interested in either, and that's that."
"At this level, it isn't that easy anymore. You've gone beyond the point, where you could simply quit. Besides, you had the misfortune of being singled out by a Watery Inorganic Being. Remember how you tumbled with it? And how it felt? I told you then, that Watery Inorganic Beings are the most annoying. They are dependent and possessive, and once they sink their hooks, they never give up."
"And what does that mean in my case, don Juan?"
"It means real trouble. The Specific Inorganic Being, who's running the show, is the one you grabbed that fatal day. Over the years, it has grown familiar with you. It knows you intimately." I sincerely remarked to don Juan, that the mere idea, that an Inorganic Being knew me intimately, made me sick to my stomach.
"When Dreamers realize, that the Inorganic Beings have no appeal, it is usually too late for them, because by then the Inorganic Beings have them in the bag." He said. I felt in the depths of me, that he was talking abstractly, about dangers, that might exist theoretically, but not in practice. I was secretly convinced there was no danger of any sort.
"I am not going to allow the Inorganic Beings to lure me in any way, if that's what you're thinking," I said.
"I am thinking, that they are going to trick you," he said. "Like they tricked the Nagual Rosendo. They are going to set you up, and you won't see the trap or even suspect it. They are smooth operators. Now they have even invented a little girl."
"But there is no doubt in my mind, that the little girl exists," I insisted.
"There is no little girl," he snapped. "That Bluish Blob of Energy is a Scout. An explorer caught in the Inorganic Beings' Realm.
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I've said to you, that the Inorganic Beings are like fishermen; they attract and catch Awareness."
Don Juan said, that he believed, without a doubt, that the Bluish Blob of Energy  was from a dimension entirely different from ours, a Scout, that got stranded and caught like a fly in a spider's web. I did not appreciate his analogy. It worried me to the point of physical discomfort. I did mention this to don Juan, and he told me, that my concern with the Prisoner Scout  was making him feel very close to despair.
"Why does this bother you?" I asked.
"Something is brewing in that confounded (damned, confused) World," he said. "And I can't figure out what it is." While I remained with don Juan and his companions, I did not Dream at all about the Inorganic Beings' World. As usual, my practice was to focus my Dreaming Attention on the items of my Dreams and to change Dreams. As a way to offset my concerns, don Juan made me gaze at clouds and at faraway mountain peaks. The result was an immediate feeling of being level with the clouds, or the feeling, that I was actually at the faraway mountain peaks. "I am very pleased, but very worried," don Juan said as a comment on my effort. "You are being taught marvels, and you don't even know it. And I don't mean, that you are being taught by me."
"You are talking about the Inorganic Beings true?"
"Yes, the Inorganic Beings  I recommend, that you don't gaze at anything; gazing was the Old Sorcerers' technique. They were able to get to their Energy Bodies in the blink of an eye, simply by gazing at objects of their predilection (preference). A very impressive technique, but useless to modern Sorcerers. It does nothing to increase our sobriety or our capacity to seek Freedom. All it does is pin us down to concreteness, a most undesirable state." Don Juan added that, unless I kept myself in check, by the time I had merged the Second Attention with the attention of my Everyday Life, I was going to be an insufferable man (intolerable).
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There was, he said, a dangerous gap between my mobility in the Second Attention and my insistence on immobility in my Awareness of the Daily World. He remarked, that the gap between the two was so great, that in my daily state I was nearly an idiot, and in the Second Attention I was a lunatic.
Before I went home, I took the liberty of discussing my Dreaming Visions of the Shadows' World with Carol Tiggs, although don Juan had advised me not to discuss them with anybody. She was most understanding and most interested, since she was my total counterpart. Don Juan was definitely annoyed with me for having revealed my troubles to her.
I felt worse, than ever. Self-Pity possessed me, and I began to complain about always doing the wrong thing.
"You haven't done anything yet," don Juan snapped at me. "That much, I know." Was he right! On my next Dreaming Session, at home, all Hell broke loose. I reached
the Shadows' World , as I had done on countless occasions; the difference was the presence of the Bluish Blob of Energy.  It was among the other Shadow Beings.  I felt it was possible, that  the Bluish Blob  had been there before and I hadn't noticed it. As soon as I spotted it, my Dreaming Attention was inescapably attracted to that Bluish Blob of Energy.
In a matter of seconds, I was next to it. The other Shadows came to me, as usual, but I paid no attention to them. All of a sudden, the Blue, Round Shape turned into the little girl I had seen before. She craned her thin, delicate, long neck to one side and said in a barely audible whisper, "Help me!" Either she said that or I fantasized, that she said it. The result was the same: I stood frozen, galvanized by genuine concern. I experienced a chill, but not in my Energy Mass. I felt a chill in another part of me. This was the first time I was completely aware, that my experience was thoroughly separate from my sensorial feelings. I was experiencing the Shadows' World  with all the implications of, what I normally consider experiencing.
I was able to think, to assess, to make decisions; I had psychological continuity; in other words, I was myself. The only part of me, that was missing, was my sensorial self. I had no bodily sensations. All my input came through seeing and hearing. My rationality then considered a strange dilemma: seeing and hearing were not physical faculties, but qualities of the visions I was having.
"You are really seeing and hearing," the Emissary's voice said, erupting into my thoughts. "That is the beauty of this place. You can experience everything through seeing and hearing, without having to breathe. Think of it! You don't have to breathe! You can go anywhere in the Universe and not breathe." A most disquieting ripple of emotion went through me, and, again, I did not feel it there, in the Shadows' World , I felt it in another place. I became enormously agitated by the obvious, yet veiled realization, that there was a live connection between  me, that was experiencing and a source of Energy, a source of sensorial feeling, located somewhere else. It occurred to me, that this somewhere else was my actual physical body, which was asleep in my bed. At the instant of this thought, the  Shadow  Beings  scurried (hurried) away, and the little girl was alone in my field of vision. I watched her and became convinced, that I knew her. She seemed to falter (hesitate, stammer), as if she were about to faint. A boundless wave of affection for her enveloped me. I tried to speak to her, but I was incapable of uttering sounds. It became clear to me then, that all my dialogues with the Emissary had been elicited (brought out) and accomplished by the Emissary's Energy. Left to my own devices, I was helpless. I attempted next to direct my thoughts to the little girl. It was useless. We were separated by a Membrane of Energy (different Wave or  Vibration) I could not pierce. The little girl seemed to understand my despair and actually communicated with me, directly into my thoughts. She told me, essentially, what don Juan had already said: that she was a Scout, caught in the webs of that World.
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Then she added, that she had adopted the shape of a little girl, because that shape was familiar to me and to her, and that she needed my help as much, as I needed hers. She said this to me in one clump (Rote) of Energetic Feeling, which was like words, that came to me all at once. I had no difficulty understanding her, although this was the first time anything of the sort had happened to me. I did not know what to do. I tried to convey to her my sensation of incapacity. She seemed to comprehend me instantly. She silently appealed to me with a burning look. She even smiled, as if to let me know, that she had left it up to me to extricate (to release from entanglement) her from her bonds. When I retorted, in a thought, that
I had no abilities whatsoever, she gave me the impression of a hysterical child in the throes (anguish, spasm of pain, violent pang) of despair. I frantically tried to talk to her. The little girl actually cried, like a child her age would cry, out of desperation and fear. I couldn't stand it. I charged at her, but with no effective result. My Energy Mass went through her. My idea was to lift her up and take her with me. I attempted the same maneuver over and over, until I was exhausted. I stopped to consider my next move. I was afraid, that my Dreaming Attention was going to wane (decrease, decline in intensity), and then I would lose sight of her. I doubted, that  the Inorganic Beings  would bring me back to that specific part of their Realm (World). It seemed to me, that this was going to be my last visit to them: the visit that counted. Then I did something unthinkable. Before my Dreaming Attention vanished, I yelled loud and clear My Intent to merge My Energy with the Energy of that Prisoner Scout and set it free.

I was Dreaming an utterly nonsensical Dream. Carol Tiggs was by my side. She was speaking to me, although I could not understand, what she said. Don Juan was also in my Dream, as were all the Members of his Party. They seemed to be trying to drag me out of a foggy, yellowish world. After a serious effort, during which I lost and regained sight of them various times, they succeeded in extricating me from that place. Since I could not conceive the sense of all that endeavor, I finally figured, that I was having a normal, incoherent (disordered, inharmonious) dream. My surprise was staggering when I woke up and found myself in bed, in don Juan's house. I was incapable of moving. I had no Energy at all. I did not know what to think, although I immediately sensed the gravity of my situation. I had the vague feeling, that I had lost my Energy, because of fatigue, caused by Dreaming. Don Juan's companions seemed to be extremely affected by whatever was happening to me. They kept on coming into my room, one at a time. Each stayed for a moment, in complete silence, until someone else showed up. It appeared to me, that they were taking turns watching over me. I was too weak to ask them to explain their behavior. During the subsequent days,
I began to feel better, and they started to talk to me about my Dreaming. At first, I did not know what they wanted of me. Then it dawned on me, because of their questions, that
they were obsessed with the Shadow Beings.
Every one of them appeared to be scared and said to me more or less the same thing. They insisted, that they had never been in the Shadows' World. Some of them even claimed, that they did not know it existed. Their claims and reactions increased my sense of bewilderment and my fear. The questions everyone asked were, "Who took you into that World?
Or how did you even begin to know how to get there?" When I told them, that the Scouts had shown me that World, they could not believe me. Obviously, they had surmised (make a guess), that I had been there, but since it was not possible for them to use their personal experience as a reference point, they were unable to fathom (determine the depth) what I was saying. Yet they still wanted to know all I could tell them about the Shadow Beings and their Realm (World). I obliged them. All of them, with the exception of don Juan, sat by my bed, hanging on every word I said. However, every time I asked them about my situation, they scurried (hurried away) away, just like the Shadow Beings. Another disturbing reaction, which they never had before, was that they frantically (frenzied, insane, distraught from worry), avoided any physical contact with me. They kept their distance, as if I were carrying the plague.
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Their reaction worried me so much, that I felt obliged to ask them about it. They denied it. They seemed insulted and even went so far as to insist on proving to me, that I was wrong. I laughed heartily at the tense situation, that ensued (followed). Their bodies went rigid every time they tried to embrace me. Florinda Grau, don Juan's closest cohort (associate), was the only member of his party, who lavished physical attention on me and tried to explain to me, what was going on. She told me, that I had been discharged of Energy in the Inorganic Beings' World and charged again, but  my New Energetic Charge  was a bit disturbing to the majority of them. Florinda used to put me to bed every night, as if I were an invalid. She even spoke to me in baby talk, which all of them celebrated with gales (explosions) of laughter. But regardless of how she made fun of me, I appreciated her concern, which seemed to be real. I have written about Florinda before in connection with my meeting her. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Once I said to her, and I really meant it, that she could have been a fashion magazine model.
"Of a magazine of nineteen ten (1910)," she retorted. Florinda, although she was old (agewise), was not old at all. She was young and vibrant. When I asked don Juan about her unusual youthfulness, he replied, that Sorcery kept her in a vital state. Sorcerers' Energy, he remarked, was seen by the eye as Youth and Vigor.
After satisfying their initial curiosity about  the Shadows' World , don Juan's companions stopped coming into my room, and their conversation remained at the level of casual inquiries about my health. Every time I tried to get up, however, there was someone around, who gently put me back to bed. I did not want their ministrations (serving, aiding), yet it seemed, that I needed them; I was weak. I accepted that. But what really took its toll on me was not having anyone explain to me, what I was doing in Mexico, when I had gone to bed to Dream in Los Angeles. I asked them repeatedly. Every one of them gave me the same answer, "Ask the Nagual. He's the only one, who can explain it."
Finally, Florinda broke the ice. "You were lured into a trap; that's what happened to you," she said.
"Where was I lured into a trap?"
"In the Inorganic Beings' World  of course. That has been the World, you've been dealing with for years. Isn't that so?"
"Most definitely, Florinda. But can you tell me about the kind of trap it was?"
"Not really. All I can tell you is, that you lost all your Energy there. But you fought very well."
"Why am I sick, Florinda?"
"You are not sick with an illness; you were energetically wounded. You were critical, but now you are only gravely wounded."
"How did all this happen?"
"You entered into a mortal combat with  the Inorganic Beings  and you were defeated."
"I don't remember fighting anyone, Florinda."
"Whether you remember or not is immaterial. You fought and were outclassed (surpassed, left far behind). You didn't have a chance against those masterful manipulators."
"I fought  the Inorganic Beings ?"
"Yes. You had a mortal encounter with them. I really don't know how you have survived their Death Blow."
She refused to tell me anything else and hinted, that the Nagual was coming to see me any day. The next day don Juan showed up. He was very jovial and supportive. He jokingly announced, that he was paying me a visit in his capacity of Energy Doctor. He examined me by gazing at me from head to toe, "You're almost cured," he concluded.
"What happened to me, don Juan?" I asked.
"You fell into a trap  the Inorganic Beings   set for you,"  he answered.
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"The Inorganic Beings   are glued together, like the cells of the body," don Juan went on. "When they put their Awareness together, they are unbeatable. It's nothing for them to yank (push) us out of our moorings (chains, anchors) and plunge us into Their World.   Especially if we make ourselves conspicuous (easy to notice) and available, like he did."
Their sighs and gasps echoed against the walls. All of them seemed to be genuinely frightened and concerned. I wanted to whine and blame don Juan for not stopping me, but I remembered how he had tried to warn me, to deviate me, time and time again, to no avail. Don Juan was definitely aware of what was going on in my mind. He gave a knowing smile - "The reason you think you're sick," he said, addressing me, "is that  the Inorganic Beings  discharged Your Energy and gave You Theirs. That should have been enough to kill anyone. As the Nagual, you have Extra Energy; therefore, you barely survived."
I mentioned to don Juan, that I remembered bits and pieces of quite an incoherent Dream, in which I was in a Yellow-Fogged World.  He, Carol Tiggs, and his companions were pulling me out. "The Inorganic Beings' Realm (World)  looks like  a Yellow-Fogged World  to the physical eye," he said.
"When you thought you were having an incoherent Dream, you were actually looking with your physical eyes, for the first time, at  the Inorganic Beings' Universe.
And, strange as it may seem to you, it was also the first time for us. We knew about the Fog only through Sorcerers' Stories, not through experience."
Nothing, of what he was saying, made sense to me. Don Juan assured me that, because of my lack of Energy, a more complete explanation was impossible; I had to be satisfied, he said, with what he was telling me and how I understood it.
"I don't understand it at all," I insisted.
"Then you haven't lost anything," he said. "When you get stronger, you, yourself, will answer your questions."
I confessed to don Juan, that I was having Hot Flashes.
My temperature rose suddenly, and, while I felt hot and sweaty, I had extraordinary, but disturbing insights into my situation. Don Juan scanned my entire body with his penetrating gaze. He said, that I was in a state of Energetic Shock. Losing Energy had temporarily affected me, and what I interpreted as Hot Flashes I momentarily regained control of My Energy Body and I knew everything, that had happened to me.
"Make an effort, and tell me yourself what happened to you in  the Inorganic Beings' World" - he ordered me. I told him, that the clear sensation I got, from time to time, was, that he and his companions had gone into that World with their Physical Bodies and had snatched me out of  the Inorganic Beings'  clutches. "Right!" he exclaimed. "You're doing fine. Now, turn that sensation into a view of what happened."
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I was unable to do what he wanted, hard as I tried. Failing made me experience an unusual fatigue, which seemed to dry up the inside of my body. Before don Juan left the room, I remarked to him, that I was suffering from anxiety.
"That means nothing," he said, unconcerned. "Gain back Your Energy, and don't worry about nonsense."
More than two weeks went by, during which I slowly gained back My Energy. However, I kept on worrying about everything. I worried mainly about being unknown to myself, especially about a streak of coldness in me, that I had not noticed before, a sort of indifference, a detachment, that I had attributed to my lack of Energy, until
I regained it.
"How did I end up here?"
"Right there is the big mystery, for sure," he said and smiled jovially, obviously trying to make light of a serious matter. "The Inorganic Beings  snatched you, body and all. First: they took your Energy Body into their Realm, when you followed one of their Scouts, and then, they took Your Physical Body." Don Juan's companions seemed to be in a state of shock. One of them asked don Juan whether  the Inorganic Beings  could abduct anyone. Don Juan answered, that  they certainly could. He reminded them, that the Nagual Elias was taken into that (Parallel) Universe, and he definitely did not intend to go there. All of them assented (cuncur, express agreement) with a nod. Don Juan continued speaking to them, referring to me in the third person. He said, that the Combined Awareness of a Group of Inorganic Beings had first consumed my Energy Body by Forcing an Emotional Outburst from me: to free the Blue Scout. Then the Combined Awareness of the Same Group of Inorganic Beings had pulled my inert (sluggish) Physical Mass into their World. Don Juan added, that without the Energy Body one is merely a lump (Mass) of organic matter, that can be easily manipulated by Awareness. 
Then I realized, that it was a new feature of My Being, a feature, that had me permanently out of synchronization. To elicit  (to produce reaction, emotion, response) the feelings
I was accustomed to, I had to summon them up (reawaken)  and actually wait a moment, until they made their appearance in my mind.
Another new feature of My Being was a strange longing, that took hold of me from time to time. I longed for someone, I did not know. It was such an overpowering and consuming feeling that, when I experienced it, I had to move around the room incessantly to alleviate it. The longing remained with me, until I made use of another newcomer in my life: a rigid control of myself, so new and powerful, that it only added more fuel to my worrying.
By the end of the fourth week, everybody felt, that I was finally cured. They cut down their visits drastically. I spent much of the time alone, sleeping. The rest and relaxation
I was getting was so complete, that My Energy began to increase remarkably. I felt like My Old Self again. I even began to exercise.
One day around noon, after a light lunch, I returned to my room to take a nap. Just before I sank into a deep sleep, I was tossing in my bed, trying to find a more comfortable spot, when a strange pressure on my temples made me open my eyes.
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The Little Girl of the Inorganic Beings' World was standing by the foot of my bed, peering at me with her cold, steel blue eyes. I jumped out of bed and screamed so loudly, that three of don Juan's companions were in the room, before I had stopped my scream. They were aghast (appalled, shocked). They watched in horror as the little girl came to me and was stopped by the boundaries of my Luminous (Ball of) Physical Being. We looked at each other for an Eternity. She was telling me something, which I could not comprehend at first, but which in the next moment became as clear, as a bell. She said, that for me to understand, what she was saying, my Awareness had to be transferred from my Physical Body into my Energy Body. Don Juan came into the room at that moment. The little girl and don Juan stared at each other. Without a word, don Juan turned around and walked out of the room.  The little girl swished (rustled, moved with a hiss) past the door after him. The commotion (impact) this scene created among don Juan's companions was indescribable. They lost all their composure (calmness, equanimity). Apparently, all of them had seen the little girl, as she left the room with the Nagual. I myself seemed to be on the verge of exploding. I felt faint and had to sit down. I had experienced the presence of the little girl, as a Blow on my Solar Plexus. She bore an astonishing likeness to my father. Waves of sentiment hit me. I wondered about the meaning of this, until I was actually sick. When don Juan returned to the room, I had gained minimal control over myself. The expectation of hearing, what he had to say about the little girl, was making my breathing very difficult. Everybody was as excited, as I was. They all talked to don Juan at once and laughed, when they realized, what they were doing. Their main interest was to find out, whether there was any uniformity in the way, they had perceived the Scout's appearance. Everybody was in agreement, that they had seen a little girl, six to seven years old, very thin, with angular, beautiful features.
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They also agreed, that her eyes were steel blue and burning with a mute emotion; her eyes, they said, expressed gratitude and loyalty. Every detail, they described about the little girl, I corroborated (confirmed) myself. Her eyes were so bright and overpowering, that they had actually caused me something like Pain. I had felt the weight of her look on my chest. A serious query, which don Juan's companions had and which I echoed myself, was about the implications (problems) of this event. All agreed, that the Scout was a portion of Foreign Energy, that had filtered through the walls, separating the Second Attention and the attention of the Daily World. They asserted (affirm), that since they were not Dreaming and yet all of them had seen the Alien Energy, projected into the figure of a Human Child; that Child had existence. They argued, that there must have been hundreds, if not thousands, of cases, in which Foreign Energy slips unnoticed through natural barriers into our  Human World, but, that in the history of their Lineage there was no mention whatsoever of an event of this nature. What worried them the most was, that there were no Sorcerers' Stories about it.
"Is this the first time in the History of Humankind, that this has happened?" one of them asked don Juan.
"I think, it happens all the time," he replied, "but it has never happened in such an overt (openly), volitional (chosed) way."

"What does it mean to us?" another one of them asked don Juan.
"Nothing to us, but everything to him," he said and pointed at me. All of them then entered into a most disturbing silence. Don Juan paced back and forth for a moment.
Then he stopped in front of me and peered at me, giving all the indications of someone, who cannot find words to express an overwhelming realization.
"I can't even begin to assess the Scope of what you've done," don Juan finally said to me in a tone of bewilderment. "You fell into a pitfall, but it wasn't the kind of pitfall, I was worrying about. Your pitfall was designed for you alone, and it was deadlier, than anything I could have thought of. I worried about your falling prey to flattery and being served.
What I never counted on was, that the Shadow Beings would set a trap, using your inherent aversion (disgust) to chains." Don Juan had once made a comparison of his reaction and mine, in the Sorcerers' World, to the things, that pressed us the most. He said, without making it sound like a complaint, that, although he wanted and tried to, he had never been able to inspire the kind of affection his teacher, the Nagual Julian, inspired in people. "My unbiased reaction, which I am putting on the table for you to examine, is to be able to say, and mean it: it's not my fate to evoke blind and total affection. So be it ! Your unbiased reaction," he went on, "is, that you can't stand chains, and you would forfeit (surrender) your life to break them." I sincerely disagreed with him and told him, that he was exaggerating. My views were not that clear. "Don't worry," he said laughing, "Sorcery is Action. When the time comes, you'll act your passion the same way I act mine. Mine is to acquiesce (accepted, complied without protest) to my fate, not passively, like an idiot, but actively, like a Warrior.  Yours is to jump without either capriciousness or premeditation (plotting in advance) to cut someone else's chains." Don Juan explained, that upon Merging my Energy with the Scout, I had truthfully ceased to exist. All my physicalness had then been transported into the Inorganic Beings' Realm and, had it not been for the Scout, who guided don Juan and his companions to where I was, I would have died or remained in that World, inextricably (incapable of being freed) lost.
"Why did the Scout guide you to where I was?" I asked.
"The Scout is a Sentient (Conscious) Being from another dimension," he said. "It's a little girl now, and as such she told me, that in order to get the necessary Energy to break the Barrier, that had trapped her in the Inorganic Beings' World, she had to take all of yours. That's her Human Part now. Something resembling Gratitude drove her to me. When I saw her, I knew instantly, that you were done for."
"What did you do then, don Juan?"
"I rounded up everyone I could get hold of, especially Carol Tiggs, and off we went into the Inorganic Beings' Realm."
"Why Carol Tiggs?"
"In the first place, because she has Endless Energy, and, in the Second Place, because she had to familiarize herself with the Scout. All of us got something invaluable out of this experience. You and Carol Tiggs got the Scout. And the rest of us got a reason to Round up Our Physicality and Place it on Our Energy Bodies; we became Energy."
"How did all of you do that, don Juan?"
"We Displaced Our Assemblage Points, in Unison. Our Impeccable Intent to Save You did the Work. The Scout took us, in the blink of an eye, to where you were lying, half dead, and Carol Dragged you out." His explanation made no sense to me. Don Juan laughed when I tried to raise that point. "How can you understand this, when you don't even have enough Energy to get out of your bed?" he retorted. I confided (entrusted) to him, that I was certain, I knew infinitely more, than I rationally admitted, but that something was keeping a tight lid on My Memory. "Lack of Energy is what has put a tight lid on Your Memory," he said. "When you have sufficient Energy, your Memory will work fine."
"Do you mean, that I can remember everything, if I want to?"
"Not quite. You may want as much, as you like, but if your Energy Level is not on a par (equal) with the Importance of What You Know, you might as well kiss Your Knowledge good-bye: it'll never be available to you."
"So what's the thing to do, don Juan?"
"Energy tends to be cumulative; if you follow the Warrior's Way impeccably, a Moment will come when Your Memory Opens Up."
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I confessed, that hearing him talk gave me the absurd sensation, that I was indulging in feeling sorry for myself, that there was nothing wrong with me.
"You are not just indulging," he said. "You were actually Energetically Dead four weeks ago. Now you are merely stunned. Being stunned and lacking Energy is what makes You Hide Your Knowledge. You certainly know more, than any of us about the Inorganic Beings' World. That World was the exclusive Concern of the Old  Sorcerers. All of us have told you, that only through Sorcerers' Stories do we know about it. I sincerely say, that it is more, than strange to me, that you've become, in your own right, another Source of Sorcerers' Stories for us." I reiterated, that it was impossible for me to believe, I had done something, he had not. But I could not believe either, that he was merely humoring me.
"I am not flattering or humoring you," he said, visibly annoyed. "I am stating a Sorcery fact. Knowing more, than any of us, about that World, shouldn't be a reason for feeling pleased. There's No Advantage in that Knowledge; in fact, in spite of all you know, you couldn't save yourself. We saved you, because we found you. But without the Aid of the Scout, there was No Point in even trying to find you. You were so infinitely lost in that World, that I shudder (horrified) at the mere thought." In my state of mind, I did not find it strange in the least, that I actually saw a Ripple of Emotion, going through all of don Juan's Companions and Apprentices. The only one, who remained unaltered was Carol Tiggs. She seemed to have fully accepted her role. She was One with Me. "You did free the Scout," don Juan continued, "but you gave up your life. Or, worse yet, you gave up your Freedom. The Inorganic Beings let the Scout go, in Exchange for You."
"I can hardly believe that, don Juan. Not that I doubt you, you understand, but you describe such an underhanded (secret) maneuver, that I am stunned."
"Don't consider it underhanded and you have the whole thing in a nutshell (in brief form). The Inorganic Beings are forever in search of Awareness and Energy; if you supply them with the possibility of both, what do you think, they'll do? Blow you kisses from across the street?" I knew, that don Juan was right. However, I could not hold that certainty for too long; clarity kept drifting away from me. Don Juan's companions continued asking him questions. They wanted to know, if he had given any thought to what to do with the Scout.
"Yes, I have. It is a most serious problem, which the Nagual here has to resolve," he said, pointing at me. "He and Carol Tiggs are the only ones, who can free the Scout. And he knows it too." Naturally, I asked him the only possible question, "How can I free it?"
"Instead of my telling you how, there is a much better and more just way of finding out," don Juan said with a big smile. "Ask the Emissary. The Inorganic Beings cannot lie, you know."



"Привыкнув к свету, я едва различал какие-то тёмные двигающиеся формы. Потом мне показалось, что если держать фокус своего Внимания на тех двигающихся формах, то это делало их больше. Я заметил, что они разделялись на 3 вида: некоторые из них были круглые как Шары (у нас на Земле они - Шаровые Молнии или каменные шары разного размера, ЛМ) и приблизительно одного размера 3-4 фута в диаметре; другие имели форму колокола (перевёрнутый Торнадо, ЛМ); а третьи выглядели как гигантские извивающиеся Пламя Свечей (Огненные Торнадо, ЛМ). Их были сотни и даже наверно тысячи..."


Это - очень старые Существа (возраст исчисляется в тысячах лет), обладающие высоким Сознанием. Тунгусский и Челябинский "метеориты" в России и  светящиеся Шары, летающиев других странах, не что иное, как живые Электрические Неорганические Существа разной силы! Они смешиваются с нашей Волнистой Энергией Земли, что впечатляет! Электрические Шаровидные Неорганические Существа проникают на Землю и сливаются с нами, и только тогда их Энергия превращается из Кипящей (Sizzling) в нашу Волнистую (Waving)! Этот Процесс постепенной Трансформации Энергии из одной в другую происходит как на Земле, так и на других Планетах и Лун нашей Солнечной Системы, куда часто пропадают люди уже много лет и многочисленными способами! Люди меняют их Кипящую Энергию на нашу Волнистую! Неорганические Существа разделяются на : сухопутные, выглядят как обычные торнадо-смерчи или как огненные, и водные; водные - намного более агрессивные, чем другие, и выглядят как Торнадо, или как крутящиеся на воде, Смерчи. Подвиды: шаро-образные, колоколо-образные и свече-образные, в смысле пламени. Все Они - живые, но очень Старые Существа с большим запасом Знаний (Сознания), а также запасом Электричества Переменного Тока. Души они не имеют, их Энергия - другая (Sizzling). Своими электрическими ударами в наши вулканы (и не только в наши) Неорганические Существа в виде Молний вызывают их извержения как на Земле, так и под водой, вызывают пожары лесов (ударяя в дерево/траву), взрывы/
пожары самолётов, поездов, машин, автобусов, бензоколонок, складов разного типа, домов/зданий, в людях/животных и т.д., а также разрушения всего материального, что принадлежит нашей цивилизации. От их действий разрушаются дома/заводы/гидростанции/плотины/поезда/железные дороги/туннели/ магистрали/мосты/города/сёла/горы/реки/люди/скот и т.д. Заметьте, что УчОные постоянно упирают на то, что это - метеорит, объект, феноменон, комета, планета или ещё что-нибудь материальное! Нет чтобы прямо сказать, что это - Нефизические Существа из нашего Мира-Двойника! Земные Аномальные Явления связаны с проявления других форм Жизни Старой Вселенной, смешивающихся с нами в физическом и нефизическом виде: Молний, Гамма-Лучей-Красных Спрайтов-Синих Джетов, Торнадо всяких видов, Вспышек и Светящихся Шаров (как неподвижных, так и в движении). Существуют целые районы Свечения Сознания Невидимых Существ по всему Миру (на пример у нас в австралийской деревне), Плазмоидов и Sky-fish, глубинных морских или воздушных чудовищ и т.д. Эти многочисленные Потоки Новых Существ (особенно Электрических) на Земле только увеличивают Сознание Всей Планеты, мы превращаемся всё больше и больше в Human+  (Супер-Человек, вмещающий в себя все формы жизни и Знания/Опыт тысяч цивилизаций)! Увеличивается размер Внутреннего Солнца Земли, температура Коры Земли во многих местах нагревается ещё больше (особенно Арктика-Ант-Арктика), поэтому Планету приходится охлаждать бесконечными и сильными, мгновенными ветрами, дождями, градом, снегом, туманом и наводнениями! Для этого и существует океан под корой и под нашими ногами, части его и появляются во время наводнений (и их только будет больше)! Теперь становится понятно почему электричество (и профессии, связанные с ним) стало таким востребованным последние 60 лет. Это чтобы мы привыкали к этой чужеродной (Sizzling) Кипящей Электрической Энергии (и даже в воде). Понятней стали причины: неслучайных ударов Молний в человека/в животное или электро-шоки где-угодно: на работе, дома; лечение и пытки электро-шоками; присуствие в воде таких животных как электрические скаты, которые могут ранить и даже убить человека электрическим зарядом, что и произошло со мной в Австралии. Здесь же имеются морские вши (sea-lice), которые тоже могут вам дать неприятный электрический заряд во время купания. Всё это, не что иное, как Allies - невидимые и видимые Существа из других миров и нашего Мира-Двойника, и их количество только будет увеличиваться. Вот это и было предупреждение со стороны некоторых американских президентов о нашествии иноплпнетян, только это нельзя считать нашествием, а слиянием разных Энергий с Энергиями Земли.
Закон Цели/Намерения (Law of Intent) во Вселенной - очень важен, не знаю как другие, но и я ему следую и не только ему, но и всем Законам Вселенной, особенно в вопросах нашего сайта. Поясняю: мои знания Электроники не такие высокие, несмотря на изучение Электроники в течении 2х лет в Сиднее (вместе с другими предметами). Я закончила 4х летний курс Телевизионной Школы в Сиднее, Австралия и хотела специализироваться в области Звука (Audio) в начале 80х годов, как и Роберт Монро (звуковой инженер), но со звуком у меня ничего не вышло. О Роберте и его книгах я узнала лишь через 15 лет, после смерти его физ. тела в 1995 году.

Отрывок, переведённый мной, из книги К.Кастанэда "Искусство Полётов" красочно описывает Электрическую Энергию Водных Неорганических Существ.
"...Сиди здесь и представь их  (Неорганические Существа - Allies) формы, пока они не будут такими, как в твоих снах," сказал дон Хуан мне на ухо. "Дай мне знать когда они будут у тебя в фокусе."
Составить полную ментальную картину их формы, как в моих снах, взяло не так много времени и усилий. Меня совсем не удивило, что я так быстро смог это сделать. Но что меня действительно шокировало, что несмотя на все мои усилия, я не мог дать знать дон Хуану, что я ментально вижу формы (Allies),
я даже не мог ни говорить, ни открыть глаза. Но я точно не спал и мог всё слышать. Я уловил что дон Хуан сказал," Сейчас ты можешь открыть глаза."
Я их открыл без труда...и увидел прямо передо мной две тёмные фигуры, как два тонких ствола дерева. Я уставился на них с открытым ртом; они не были такими высокими как в моих снах: они сжались наполовину меньше своего размера. Вместо непрозрачного лёгкого свечения, формы превратились в две плотные, тёмные, почти чёрные, угрожающие палки.
"Встань и схвати одного из них," приказал дон Хуан, "и не выпускай его, как бы он не тряс тебя."
Естественно, у меня даже не было мысли делать что-то в этом роде, но какая-то незнакомая сила заставила меня встать против моей воли...Механически я пошёл прямо к обоим фигурам, моё сердце почти выпрыгивало из груди. Я схватил того - справа и почувствовал электро-шок, такой, что я чуть не выронил тёмную фигуру.
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Голос дон Хуана донёсся до меня, как-будто он кричал издалека. "Если ты его выронишь, то тебе - крышка," сказал он.
Я продолжал держать извивающуюся и трясущуюся фигуру. Она не была массивной как животное, а как что-то совершенно воздушное и лёгое, хотя и сильно наэлектризованное. Мы катались и переворачивались на песке ущелья какое-то время (Мексика). Неорганичекое Существо било меня разрядами какой-то болезненной электрической Энергии, один за другим. Я думал не справлюсь, потому что мне казалось эта Энергия другой по сравнению с той, с которой я сталкивался  в нашем обычном Мире. Ударяя моё тело, оно щекотало меня и заставляло меня реветь и выть как животное, не от страшной боли, а от странной злости. Наконец оно стало неподвижной, почти твёрдой формой подо мной. Оно лежало без движения и я спросил у дон Хуана, было ли оно мёртвым, но я не слышал своего голоса.
"Ну ещё чего," сказал кто-то смеясь, кто-то, кто не был дон Хуаном. "Ты только истратил его Энергетический заряд. Но пока не вставай, полежи там ещё немного."
Я посмотрел вопросительно на дона Хуана. Он осмотрел меня с огромным любопытством, потом помог мне встать. Тёмная фигура оставалась на земле. Я побеспокоился, хотел спросить дон Хуана, всё ли в порядке с тёмной фигурой. И снова я не слышал своего голоса. Тогда я сделал что-то , выходящее из ряда. Я принял всё за настоящее, так как до сих пор что-то в моей голове сохраняло мою рациональность, воспринимая всё, что случилось, как сон, сон спровацированный махинациями дон Хуана. Я подошёл к фигуре на земле и постарался поднять её. Я не мог обнять её, так как у неё не было массы. Это меня сбило с толку. Тот же голос, не дон Хуана, сказал мне лечь поверх Неорганического Существа, что я и сделал. Мы оба встали одним движением, и Неорганическое Существо приклеелось ко мне как тень. Оно мягко отделилось от меня и исчезло, оставив во мне очень приятное чувство завершённости, целостности...Дон Хуан осматривал меня время от времени, задавая один и тот же Ключевой вопрос,"Энергия Неорганического Существа была похожа на Огонь или Воду?"
Моё горло казалось сгоревшим, я не мог сказать ему что Энергия Зарядов, которые я чувствовал, напоминала струи Электрической Воды. Я в жизни не был знаком со струями Электрической Воды. Я даже не знал что это можно создать или иметь с этим дело...Дон Хуан заснул, когда я, наконец, понял что полностью пришёл в себя. Зная, что для него этот вопрос имеет большое значение, я разбудил его и рассказал что чувствовал.
"У тебя не будет помощников среди Неорганических Существ (Allies), а только раздражающая зависимость от них," заявил он. "Будь осторожен. Водяные Неорганические Существа больше подвержены к переизбыткам. Старые Колдуны верили, что эти Allies более любвиобильные, больше способные имитировать, и даже возможно имеют чувства по сравнению с огненными, кто более серьёзный, замкнутый, чем другие, но также и большего мнения о себе."
"Что это всё значит для меня Дон Хуан?"
"...исключи страх из своей жизни и из своих выходов из тела... Неорганическое Существо, Энергию которого ты опустошил, а потом зарядил своей, был восхищён и придёт за твоей Энергией опять."