Robert
Monroe's attitude towards Remote Viewing
"The Journey of R.Monroe" by Ronald Russell, p. 267-9:
"Since his early twenties, Monroe had never lived alone for more than a
few months and now, with no one to make the coffee or drink it with
him, and only the dogs and cats for company - sadly, his favorite cat
Fusby had died just three days before Nancy (transition) - he found it
very hard. George Durrette came up the mountain to chat with him from
time to time and Ed Sturz brought him catfish from the lake, but he
(Bob) had no close neighbors and, apart from Rita and Martin Warren and
his agent Eleanor Friede, few friends of his own generation. He joined
the Warrens for dinner once a week, usually driving to the café in
nearby Lovingston, and sometimes had lunch with Rita on a Saturday,
while on Sunday mornings he might visit Ed and Ruth Sturz for breakfast
at their home on Rainbow Ridge. When the lack of company became hard to
bear, he would drive down to the Warrens and sit in their living room,
talking with anyone who happened to look in. He would call Cindy once a
week, conversations that brought them closer together than they had
been when Cindy was living on the New Land. A.J. and his wife Sharon
moved in to the lower floor of the Gift House and did their best to
keep him on a healthy diet. While he was grateful for their presence,
they had little in common, especially notions about food. “Have you
ever heard of pesto?” he asked Mark one day. “It’s green! Doesn’t make
sense to me to eat green,” a remark that accords with his distaste for
most vegetables. One positive move he made was to buy an adjustable bed
he had seen advertised on television, and he appreciated the ease with
which he could raise or lower either end to make himself comfortable.
Having alienated himself from Scooter and thereby also from Joe, Monroe
had no one nearby to confide in.
When Joe had moved to the New Land he had become a close personal
confidant to Bob, meeting with him most days, acting with power of
attorney when required, and helping him also with various personal
matters. That relationship was now over, with no prospect of it being
renewed.
(Joe McMoneagle was the best
Remote Viewer working for CIA and Scooter is his wife, that was the
reason for alienation between him and Robert Monroe, LM).
However, there was one employee with whom he felt he could share at
least some of his concerns, and whom he did not suspect of angling to
take over the Institute when the time came. This was Mark Certo. Moving
into a nostalgic frame of mind, he asked Mark to digitize and catalogue
hundreds of reels of tapes of the radio shows, such as High Adventure
and Nightmare with Peter Lorre, which he had produced in the 1940s and
1950s. Since the move to Roberts Mountain these reels had been stored
in a barn on the New Land, slowly deteriorating in an old chest covered
with dust and rodent droppings. For Mark, working on these recordings
provided entertainment of the highest order, especially those
orchestral interludes in which Bob could be heard interacting with the
musicians and conductor. The whole experience, he said, provided a
fascinating journey through the history of broadcasting in America. For
Monroe, listening to these tapes provided a relief from his unhappiness
and he especially enjoyed answering the questions that arose as they
listened to these recollections of times long gone by.
Another source of entertainment for Monroe and Mark Certo were the
Wednesday evening sessions, when Martin Warren, A.J., and occasional
visitors from the neighborhood - strictly men only - joined them in the
dining hall to play poker (last couple of years of his life, LM). For
Monroe, a longtime poker player with handful of tricks as well as the
ability to read his opponents’ minds, this was a special pleasure. Away
from the loneliness of his cabin he could forget his responsibilities
and the concerns of the Institute and enjoy the challenges of the game
and the jokes of his companions.
A special bonus at this difficult time was the success of the revised
Guidelines program, which was received with acclamation by both staff
and participants. Many of them thought it was the best work that Monroe
had done."
This extract is showing a meeting David had with his 'dead' friend he
loved most and things he taught David. And also the experience of going
forward and backwoods in Time David had and described.
From “PSYCHIC WARRIORS” by David
Morehouse
P.9-14
"Concentrate on the movement. It's no different from the others you've
done. Concentrate on moving forward or backward in Time until you see
the surface below you."
Straining, I tensed my neck, rolled my head backwards, and closed my
eyes. I began to feel something moving through me, like an energy fluid
or an electrical charge (that's how Time energy feels like, LM).
I rocked my head foward and opened my eyes to see Time peeling of the
Earth day by day, the picture beneath me changing with each passing
moment. "...that's unbelievable!"
I
shouted.
"Concentrate. You have to stop quickly when you get the picture
you want."
I watched in amazement. The terrain below me remained unchanged, but
the cloud patterns flickered and strobed their way through Time,
changing like a rabbit-fire slide show.
I noticed the cloud cover
beginning to dissipate, slowly chiseled away at its outer perimetep.
Focusing carefully, I waited for the exact moment. “Okay, I got it!
It’s clear!”
I thought I heard Mel laughing at my novice enthusiasm, but I couldn’t
help it. This was like my first solo flight in an airplane- I was in
control, but out of control.
“All right, start your movement to the surface. Go back to the
coordinate site and tell me what you see.”
In an instant I was standing in a small clearing maybe thirty feet in
diameter, surrounded by triple-canopy jungle. The trees towered around
me in every direction, but through the undergrowth I could see another
mountain in the distance. In the strange apparitional way one moves in
the ether, I moved to the break in the undergrowth. My gaze fixed on
the distant hills and rock formations; I lost track of the ground
beneath me. At a break in the dense foliage, I paused to see what was
around me. For some reason I looked down at my feet, only to find that
I was floating in midair, hundreds of feet above the next level of the
jagged rocks. With my eyes locked on the distance, I had walked out of
the jungle and straight off a ledge into thin air. “Shit!” I exclaimed,
startling Mel.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m okay... I’m okay. I just scared the hell out of myself there for a
second, but I’ve got it now.”
“I want you to go to the crash site. Get control of yourself and
concentrate; go to the crash site.”
“I’m moving there now- at least, that’s where I think I’m going. I’m
beginning to move pretty quickly.” The trees and undergrowth were
flashing past me in an iridescent green blur. I began to experience
vertigo again, that sickening feeling in my stomach boiling up until I
thought for sure I would vomit.
Mel watched in amusement as my physical body grew pale and clammy. He
had seen viewers bilocate to a target like this before. He had also
seen them get sick before. “Concentrate on slowing down, Dave. You’re
moving too fast... Slow down.... Keep your bearings.”
I tried as hard as I could to slow my progress, but it was like trying
to stop a train. I kept moving at the same speed. My phantom body
passed through anything that got in its way. When I hit small stuff,
nothing happened; but when I hit bigger stuff, like trees and rocks, I
felt as if a flat puff of air was hitting my face. It was the oddest
thing I’d ever experienced. Everything I was perceiving began to
darken, as if the sun were setting, but there was no longer any color,
only gray and black. “Something’s wrong!” I shouted. “Something’s
really wrong!”
“What? Tell me what you see.”
“Everything is turning dark.... Everything is....” I lost
consciousness. My physical body lay there suspended between reality and
the world I’d found in the ether. Mel left me to the silent world. He
knew where I was; he’d been there.
I opened my eyes as the shroud of darkness slowly withdrew. It was an
eerie feeling standing there in some other world at some other time. I
couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not; the images before me were
there, but not there. If I looked at them too hard, they turned
into something else. I could see the ground beneath my feet, but I
couldn’t feel anything. A light mist surrounded the place where I
stood, thickening as it snaked back into the surrounding jungle.
A roughly triangular object caught my attention and I approached it in
the darkness. It was about a foot across and maybe two feet wide at the
base, with jagged edges as though it had been ripped from where it
belonged. I reached out to touch it, and gasped as my hand passed
through to the other side. “Damn!” I looked at my hand to see if it was
intact.
Mel asked, “Would you like to tell me what happened?”
“I’m sorry. I tried to touch something, a piece of something, but-“
“Your can’t touch anything. There’s nothing physical there. Don’t waste
time trying, it only confuses you. Look for your target, but also
search within yourself; focus on the event you came to witness. Think
about-“
“Wait!” I said. “Something’s moving. Over there, near the edge of the
jungle, where the trees get thicker.” I moved to where I thought the
noise came from, where I saw something down low, glistening in the
eerie light. It was an object much like the first one, only bigger. I
stared at it, trying to make it out.
“That’s all that’s left,” said the voice from the mist.
“Who’s there? Who said that?”
“The Indians carried most of it away. It took them about a year.
Anything useful to them is gone now. Just as well... it served its
purpose.”
A gaunt young man appeared in the mist some ten feet away from me. I
could make out only his silhouette; nothing else was visible in the
drifting haze. “Who are you?” I asked, squinting.
“Has it been that long for you, David?”
“What are you talking about? Been that long-?” And then it struck me.
“Mike? Mike, is that you?”
“I wondered what it would be like again.... I’ve come to you so many
times, but you just don’t remember.”
“I do remember- it’s the dreams, right? You’ve come to me in the
dreams, haven’t you?” I moved closer to the figure. I stopped about
three feet away from him, but he was no more clear than he had been at
ten feet.
“It won’t help you to get any closer. This is as perfect as we get to
your eyes.”
“I can’t see your eyes or your face.”
“That’s because you haven’t yet learned to see in this world. But you
will. Those who came here before, they know how to see. They watched us
die. I felt them. I felt them in me and around me; they were very
comforting. They helped me understand what had happened.”
“What did happen?” Boy, I felt stupid asking that. I’d walked into it
just as I always did when he was alive. I could almost feel him
grinning.
“Well, I died, of course.”
“Of course. But what happened- I mean, what happened to the chopper?”
“None of that is important anymore.” There was a long pause.
“What’s important is for us to say good-bye... and I love you. And
thank you for taking care of Sharon all these years.”
“How-?”
“We see everything here. Forward, backward... everything. I watched you
cry. I even watched your second daughter come into your world. I knew
her before you did.”
Eight years of emotion welled up inside me, and I felt tears streaming
down my face. “Oh, Jesus.” I wept openly, overcome by grief and
happiness.
“It’s okay, David. It’s okay. Don’t weep for me.”
“I’m not crying for you, you big ass. I’m crying because I miss you.
You were my brother, and I miss you.” Mike stepped closer to me, and as
he did I felt a warmth I cannot explain. He stood there close to me,
watching me weep, and everything around me became lighter than before.
It was as if there were unseen light or energy around him, and his
being close to me let me inside its protective glow somehow. I looked
up at him, and I could see his face, his wonderful loving face, just as
I had seen him eight years ago.
“How are you?” he asked.
I choked on my words, trying to be funny. “Well, better than you.” I
tried to smile.
Mike smiled back. “Oh, yeah? Who’s getting old, and who’s not?”
“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I paused, trying to sort out the ten
thousand things I wanted to say. I wanted to catch up on the void that
eight years had brought to my life. “You know, I never got over your
leaving me. Neither did Debbie or Sharon. You just couldn’t be
explained, or accepted, or forgotten.”
“Good- not being forgotten, that is. It’s kind of a status thing here.”
He glanced around. “But acceptance- you need to feel that. You need to
understand that I’m dead, but not gone. I’ve moved on to other things,
things I can’t explain to you. You don’t have the eyes for it yet, but
you will. That other guy with you now, what’s his name?”
“Mel Riley.”
“Yeah, that’s him, Mel Riley.” Mike sighed. “Well, he’s got the eyes,
and I’ve seen him before. He’s a gentle man with an honest and giving
heart. He wept when he found us. Listen to him and he’ll get you
through all this. He’ll give you eyes and the gift. I know you’ve seen
others. They told me you were given a message in the desert. Listen to
what you’re told, David; it’s important. Not just to you, but to all
humanity.”
I shook my head. “Now wait a minute-“
Mike interrupted me. “It’s time to say goodbye, Dave. I have to go; our
business is over for now. You tell Debbie I miss her, and tell Sharon
I’m happy for her as well. Tell her I said she should marry him.
I didn’t know what he was talking about, and it must have showed.
“Just tell her that. She’ll understand.”
I knelt there looking up to him as if he were a god. The tears came
again as the warmth in me intensified. Mike reached out for me with his
hand, touched my shoulder, and moved to brush my cheek. I was grateful
for what I’d seen. I was filled with something I’d never known existed,
something I couldn’t explain. I watched as Mike’s image paled in the
light. “Don’t go,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t go.” I reached for the
place where he had been only an instant before.. and there was nothing.
As the darkness crept back around me, a voice pierced it from
somewhere: “Get your eyes, Dave.” And then there was nothing. I felt
numb, kneeling there.
“Time to come back, Dave,” said Mel’s calming voice. “You’re done for
now. Break it off and come on back.”
I did what I’d been taught, and the cycle began to reverse itself. Over
the years, the process of accessing a target was to become easier for
me. I eventually became one of the best viewers Mel had ever trained.
But it wasn’t really anything I did. Mel was the teacher; he was the
watcher and I was to learn from him as a son learns from his father.
I never forgot what Mike told me. Four years passed before I saw him
again, there in the ether. But things were different that time; my life
had changed and a new destiny was confronting me. This is the story of
how I arrived at that destiny, and how I became the Watcher."
Session 11 p.37, "Mars Force: Pat's Story"by S&M. Relfe, part 2, p.
33-53
These materials are also on
S&M.Relfe page with a full explanation
"...Women are sluts
She’s to blame
Girls cause problems
If there’s a way to mess up your life, a woman will find a way (from a
guy in the Navy)
Women are trouble
Girls are trouble
Women cause problems
Only men should command
Only men should give orders
Women are irresponsible
Women screw up things
Women are crazy
Women are insane
This list may seem extreme, but if you do enough wernicke’s commands on
enough people, I think you will get to see, as I have done, that most
people have dozens of similar commands in their brain. That is a major
reason why there are so few happy, long lasting marriages these days.
I started a clearing session on the biofeedback meter with Michael, but
got no results.
Then we looked for Wernicke’s commands and got the jackpot. We found
and removed the following nine wernicke’s commands:
"Zap those you love"
"Zap your friends"
"Don’t zap your comrades"
"Suppress your loved ones"
"Suppress your friends"
"Don’t suppress your comrades"
"Swat your loved ones". (It took a while to find this one. We
discovered that the term ‘swat’ is jargon which is used on Mars to mean
‘psychic zapping’).
"Swat your friends"
"Don’t swat your comrades"
The commands he (Stephanie's husband Michael, who is a remote viewer
apart from other things, LM) had been given which related to
relationships included:
“You can't trust anyone” (given by the doctor).
“You have no friends”
“Women are sluts”
“You don't need anyone”
I began to come to the realization that many people I knew who had
great problems with relationships were also the ones with the most
metaphysical abilities. I had always presumed that somehow having
metaphysical abilities made having a relationship difficult. I began to
see this differently – having metaphysical abilities means that one is
highly likely to have been abducted, and also to have been given
commands to keep one on one’s own."
Torture to Suppress Psychic
Abilities, Sep. 5th 2002
Note from Stephanie Relfe:
Some of the following will be very disturbing to many people.
Note that it took a lot of bravery for Pat to confront and talk about
these awful things. I repeat, Pat is a very gentle, ladylike, kind
person and would normally never imagine even half of the horrible
things that were done to her and which were removed from her conscious
memory.
Start of Session ( St. is for Stephanie, P for Pat)
St: What's been happening?
P: I have Montauk on my mind.
St: Where were you yesterday, with things on your mind?
P: Mars
St: Move through the incident telling me about it as you go
P: It's easier to do this with eyes open. Underground. I'm going down.
I'm taken there in the abduction. I'm in a hallway (Grief, tears, note
body reactions).
There are a very few people in this hallway (Shudder). I'm getting
emotionally upset. I see someone who made me upset - a doctor (Tears,
note the body reaction). There is almost a hate to it. It's something
he did with his hands. Some kind of trigger (body jerks again). That's
not from there (the jerks).
We just got hit. (That's Pat and I right now in the room got a
psychic attack).
St: By a remote viewer?
P: Yes. Put up your shields.(Laughs). They are saying "no you're not".
(Pat puts her shilds up while I put up a rainbow colored shild around
the apartment)..
I'm on a table. The doctor I dislike is there. I'm angry because he is
the one who keeps taking me for programming. This is after Mars. After
I've been time shot back . I get a feeling I've gotten rid of the
connection to the machine before. That is very right...
P: They pull me out of the chair. The men are not weak. They keep
saying "Stop me from doing this. Use your abilities". But I'm not in my
psychic Alter . They hit me.
St: Where?
P: They push me first. I go flying. They hit me across the face. They
don't let me to get up. They rape me. I feel sick to my stomach. I
throw up. There is blood. I feel there - broken bones. I go mentally
away so I don't feel this. It's a repeat of that. Until I'm
unconscious. They rape me one after another, till I'm bloody there too.
This is very unpleasant.
(F, F 3.4 Good! We are getting more reads now). I don't
want to look. There is an electrical device. They shock me with that.
They keep saying that I can't stop them, that I can't do a thing with
my psychic abilities. I'm crying. I'm throwing up. I'm spitting blood.
I'm shrieking. I'm hating them more and more and what they stand for.
I'm unconscious.
I'm being moved out of the room. I'm on a table. Doctors step in. They
assess me. The drug is given at this time...
So I associate danger, abuse and torture with psychic abilities...
He is talking. He is placing or inserting all the physical conscious
memories of what happened. He is using the Alters to store them. The
memories of pain, terror, hopelessness. He wants them to stay on an
unconscious level in my normal personality. So I will react on an
unconscious level with an aversion to psychic things. He wants me to
remember where and by who (torture was done, LM)...
Pat later commented that she craves a cooling wind all the time and
keep a fan blowing on her when one is available.
(I noticed the same thing with me and my son : we often have hot
flashes and that is the sign of big number of Alters each of us have,
the sign of Multiple Personality Disorder many people have; not
men-o-pause creates flashes in middle aged women, but a huge number of
Alters, LM).
...Normally they (psychics) produce a lot of heat...
P: Upper bone (note the read). I don't want to do this. The
jerking is also because they are taking off my jumpsuit. They don't
give a damn what is happening to me. They keep saying "You can't stop
us. Try to stop us." They taunt
(remark intended to hurt) me to try. And then they will use it as an
example that I can't stop them. At one point one of them puts his hand
over my mouth, with finger and thumb and blocks my nose. I can't breath
- I think he'll kill me. He holds till I almost lose consciousness,
then he lets it go. I feel pressure to my head , as if he has his hand
around my temple, crushing me. Telling me they'll kill me, that I can't
stop them. I'm so hot.
On Mars. This is odd - because I have memories of being tortured and
raped so many times...
At this point I explain to Pat that we have to go over this again and
again until she doesn't care about it any more. That is when the charge
is gone.
P: When I was being tortured, I vomited and defaecated. And they
used that as part of it. I was such a mess. They...
shouldn't do that to me! (Tears. Note read and body reaction). Every
time they did something to me, they used it psychologically. They took
away completely my control - of breathing, everything. They reduced me
to a hideous (very ugly)... I hated them for it (Tears). They did
perverse things. They urinated on me. They made me eat my own shit.
They rubbed it on me. All I wanted to was destroy them (Tears. Grief).
They annihilated me - every respect. It was as if they were doing this,
the real psychological thing - the taunts - the threats. They were
going to kill me. One said "Let's cut her clothes open - let's cut her
deep." There was no safe heaven. One was going to gourge out my eyes.
Animals. At one point they said they were going to set me on fire.
Anything that would make me afraid...
St: Raped. Tell me about being raped.
P: These were big men. When they raped me, my face came just to
their chest. I could't breath. They did everything to make me think it
was my last second of life. Like when raping me, they would press
against me so I could not breath. One choked me almost right to the
brink (end) and then let go. I couldn't connect to any of my abilities.
Finally I couldn't take it at all in.
St: When they were raping you, did it hurt?
P: Yes. It felt like I was being torn apart. They used all
openings. They use the anus as well. And mouth. And when I went
unconscious, they would hit and shake me till i woke (note the read).
They also doused me (put into water) - told me it was gasoline. I can
feel the fear from that (Note the read). There wasn't anything left.
There was no way I would touch psychic abilities. They wanted me to
associate psychic abilities with such terror and endangerment of
life, that
I'd never do it, ever (Tears. Grief)...
P: If I win, I can wipe out their system (on Mars) without injury
to anyone (Laugh)."
Stephanie
and Michael on Remote Viewing
This is a very appropriate extract about Remote Viewer activities from
: "The Mars Records: Pat's Story" by Stephanie and Michael Relfe.
Page 37
"Session 4: Remote Viewers Interfere (just some parts) - 26th September
2001
Summary: We start to look at an incident related to a certain Military
Cadet Program and visiting a famous CEO’s house. We are continually
interrupted by a remote viewer who wants to stop Pat from remembering.
(We run through the preliminary questions about food and sleep etc.)
Note the rock slam.
Pat: I feel a presence around me
Stephanie: Contact it.
Pat: I get “no contact”
Stephanie: Well, when they communicated that to you, that was a contact.
Pat: I get it’s a remote viewer and his boss
(We try a few things which don’t work. Eventually):
Stephanie: Pray for the remote viewer. Put up a blue bubble around you.
It is flexible and everything sent to it bounces off.
Start of Session
Stephanie: What’s happening?
Pat: Someone is whispering in my ear “come”
Now what is happening is that someone, in present time, is interfering
with the session. She is referring to something happening right now,
not in the incident.
Pat: I ask “come where?” They say “with us”. I ask “where?” They say
“You don’t need to know”.
This refers to what the Remote Viewer and his boss were saying to her.
Stephanie: Who is it?
Pat: A man in a suit
Stephanie: Where is he?
Pat: Here in Norfolk. He’s in the same building as the remote viewer.
It’s the same room. Someone’s saying “it’s not
working”.
Body jerks. Now she is reporting on what is happening as we speak.
Stephanie: Pray for the boss
Pat: They’re mad (“Mad” in this case means “angry”)
Stephanie: Put the blue bubble back to protect us (Pat had forgotten
about this, which allowed the attack to come through and cause the
jerking).
Pat: The remote viewer went out of the room. They said “This is not
supposed to be two-way”
Stephanie: Is this an incident in restimulation?
Pat: No It’s happening as we speak. I see myself walking between two
men. Now I believe we’re in an incident from some time in the past.
Stephanie: Move through the incident telling me about it as you go.
Pat: I’m walking between two men. It’s night. The sky is moving like
it’s fluid. The sky is moving to the right in a circle. There’s
something inside – it’s light. We step through. We’re someplace else.
It’s a building complex We’re outside
The remote viewer says “It’s just your imagination”
(Body jerks) The remote viewer who is listening to us tries to
interrupt the session again
Stephanie: Say “thank you” to him
Pat: One of them says “it’s breaking down” (Body jerks)
Stephanie: What happens next? I try to get Pat’s attention away from
the remote viewers and back to the incident we were looking at.
Pat: It’s stuck
Stephanie: Repeat “it’s stuck”
It’s stuck, It’s stuck etc. I’m walking toward a building. It
looks white or adobe brick. It looks southern. This is the same stuff
that came up with the psychiatrist.
Before Pat came to see me she had gone to a psychiatrist and asked him
to acknowledge whatever she said,
while she tried to do a clearing session on herself, by repeating
things like “I can’t remember” and seeing what came up. Note: This is
NOT be recommended! One cannot do clearing on oneself, until one has
done many hours with another, and been trained.
Pat: We’re inside. I pass through a room. I’m blocked from seeing.
Stephanie: Repeat “I’m blocked from seeing” I’m blocked from
seeing, I’m blocked from seeing I don’t know why. It’s not that
unusual. It’s a lobby to a building. We go into the elevators. We don’t
go up. We go down. They’re interfering again – saying it’s your
imagination (Note the read. This is from the remote viewers who want to
stop this session)
Say “thank you” A good acknowledgement has a lot of power in it to stop
unwanted attention.
Pat: Thank you. We’re still going down. We are back in the incident.
Stephanie: How far do you go?
Pat: Twenty four floors (F Note the read) I begin to feel scared. One
says to the other to do something to put me back into the state where I
wasn’t feeling or reacting. Something is pressed against my arm. I feel
spaced. They move me forward out the door, I feel really as if I’m
asleep (body jerks. Note body reaction) I feel sick. I may have gagged.
It’s in my throat or stomach. I feel cold, like it’s air conditioned.
I’m laid down. They want to wait till the drug wears off
Stephanie: Make this room sound proof and thought proof. (I get this
idea to tell Pat, to stop the remote viewer eavesdroppers). (She)
laughs. (Note the read & Pat’s laugh). She is reacting to what she
is ‘seeing’ the remote viewers do.
Pat: They called you names. (She is referring to the remote
viewers). Gasp! That makes so much sense! I’ve woven an energetic
cocoon around us. It’s thought proof and sound proof. When I was
younger I watched “Bewitched” and “I Dream of Jeannie”. I always felt
inside that I could do that. When I was doing Polarity Therapy I felt I
was destined to manipulate energy. I just wove that cocoon. I couldn’t
do that before. I didn’t even think it. The remote viewers are very
upset.
Pat is back to looking into what is going on right now with the remote
viewers.
Pat: They’re planning what they’ll do. “Will take other
measures”. “We can’t let this happen”. “I told you this would happen”.
“We can’t let her develop”. “Then think of something” (stop for ten
minute break)
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(When we come back from the break, I have started to get a headache.
5.2 TA has suddenly gone up, since we took the break)
Stephanie: Move to the incident, to the part you were up to
Pat: I’m getting interference from the remote viewer.
Stephanie: You have your abilities back – stop him. (she does so)
Pat: I put him to sleep (4.7 Note sudden drop in TA)
(My headache has now gone) Note the disappearance of my headache as
soon as Pat put the remote viewer to sleep.
Two guys are wondering what happened to the remote viewer. They’re
trying to wake him but can’t.
(Back to the incident):
Pat: I’m sitting on the table, looking around (Back to the remote
viewers): I still feel under attack from the two men.
Stephanie: Acknowledge that, block it and continue. What’s that?
(referring to the read)
Pat: I’m weaving the cocoon, making it stronger (Back to the incident):
I see an instrument. It looks long and cylindrical. A woman has it. She
presses it against my arm. I feel floating. My head feels really light.
They’re talking to me. They ask, “When did it start?” “What do you
feel?” I told them I felt connected as if stepping into a stream or
linking to a link. They don’t leave me alone. I’m getting a
headache (in the incident). The drug gave me a headache. (Back to the
remote viewers): I can still see the remote viewers. They’re listening.
They look as though they’re losing something. They’re shaking their
heads, as though there’s nothing they can do. (Back to the incident):
I’m sitting on the table now. I can’t quite get this.
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Stephanie: Repeat “I can’t quite get this”
Pat: I can’t quite get this, I can’t quite get this... There’s more
than one man and a woman. They’re all human.
The woman is holding a clipboard. The men are talking to me, and to
each other and to her. They’re putting stuff into action. They’re
questioning me about my childhood. About when I first do something (SF
Note the read). Something
I did that was psychic.
Stephanie: What did you do? (Back to the remote viewers):
Pat: The remote viewers are upset that I’ve connected with this I can’t
remember
Stephanie: Repeat “I can’t remember”
Pat: I can’t remember, I can’t remember... What comes through is
something to do with the space-time continuum.
I can influence it...
Pat: No (Back to the remote viewers):
They’re talking with each other, asking how they can handle this. (Back
to the incident): I’m looking around the room...
Stephanie: Is something blocking this session?
Pat: Yes
Stephanie: Is it wernicke’s commands? Remember that these things are
like layers of an onion. Each layer shows up only when the previous
layer has been peeled away.
Pat: Yes
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We stopped and did kinesiology. I looked for wernicke’s commands that
were blocking the session. As so often happened when I worked on
Michael, there were ten commands. Some of these were the same that
Michael has had.
I guess there are only so many ways you can say “you won’t remember
this”.
1. “You won’t remember this”
2. “If you remember you will feel pain”
3. “Forget everything that you have seen”
4. “This didn’t happen”
5. “You can’t remember this”
6. “This is just your imagination”
7. “You remember nothing about this”
8. “This is all a dream”
9. “Forget all about this”
10. “You weren’t here”
CARLOS CASTANEDA on our Doubles -
BI-LOCATION
There is some info about our Doubles below. To know more about your
Double I would recommend "Tales of Power" by Carlos Castaneda, and this
book (full electronic version) you can find on our site on this
link : Carlos Castaneda 3
"Do you know that you can extend yourself forever in any of the
directions I have pointed to?" he went on. "Do you know that one moment
can be eternity? This is not a riddle (perplexing enigma); it's a fact,
but only if you mount (fix on) that moment and use it to take the
Totality of
Yourself (your Total Self, means all of his Higher Selves together, LM)
forever in any direction."
"Not actual physical marks on your body, but signs, indications in your
Luminous Fibers, areas of Brightness. We are Luminous Beings and
everything we are or everything we feel shows in our fibers. Humans
have a Brightness peculiar only to them. That's the only way to tell
them apart from other Luminous Living Beings."
"The Double is the Self; that explanation should suffice. If you would
see, however, you'd know, that there is a great difference between
Genaro and his Double. For a Sorcerer, who Sees, the Double is
brighter...Well, a warrior starts off with the certainty, that his
Spirit (his Double) is off Balance; then by living
in full Control and Awareness, but without hurry or compulsion, he does
his ultimate best to gain this Balance...A Double is the Sorcerer
himself, developed through his Dreaming" don Juan explained. "A Double
is an Act of Power to a Sorcerer, but only a tale of Power to you. In
the case of Genaro, his Double is indistinguishable from the
Original... his (Genaro) impeccability, as a warrior, is supreme; thus,
you've never noticed the difference yourself. But in the years, that
you've known him, you've been with the original (physical) Genaro only
twice; every other time you've been with his Double."
"Well, a Sorcerer can Double up," don Juan said. "That's all one can
say."
"But is he aware, that he is doubled?"
"Of course he's aware of it."
"Does he know, that he is in two places at once?"
Both of them looked at me and then they exchanged a glance.
"Where is the other don Genaro?" I asked. Don Genaro leaned towards me
and stared into my eyes.
"I don't know," he said softly. "No Sorcerer knows where his other is.
"Genaro is right," don Juan said. "A Sorcerer has no notion, that he is
in two places at once. To be aware of that would be the equivalent of
facing his Double, and the Sorcerer, that finds himself face to face
with himself is a Dead Sorcerer. That is the rule. That is the way
Power (of our Total Selves, LM) has set things up. No one knows why."
Don Juan explained, that by the time a Warrior had conquered Dreaming
and Seeing and had developed a Double, he must have also succeeded in
erasing Personal History, Self-importance, and routines. He said, that
all the techniques, which he had taught me, and which I had considered
to be empty talk, were, in essence, means for removing the
impracticality of having a Double in the ordinary World, by making the
Self and the World fluid, and by placing them outside the bounds of
prediction.
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"A fluid warrior can no longer make the World chronological," don Juan
explained. "And for him, the world and himself are no longer objects.
He's a Luminous Being existing in a Luminous World. The Double is a
simple affair for a Sorcerer, because he knows what he's doing.
To take notes is a simple affair for you, but you still scare Genaro
with your pencil."
"Can an outsider, looking at a Sorcerer, see that he is in two places
at once?" I asked don Juan.
"Certainly. That would be the only way to know it."
"But can't one logically assume, that the Sorcerer would also notice,
that he has been in two places?"
"Aha!" don Juan exclaimed. "For once you've got it right. A Sorcerer
may certainly notice afterwards, that he has been in two places at
once. But this is only bookkeeping and has no bearing on the fact, that
while he's acting, he has no notion of his Duality...Think of this," he
went on. "The World doesn't yield to us directly, the description of
the World stands in between. So, properly speaking, we are always
one step removed and our experience of the World is always a
Recollection (Recall) of the experience. We are perennially
recollecting the instant that has just happened, just passed. We
recollect, recollect, recollect...If our entire experience of the World
is Recollection, then it's not so outlandish to conclude, that a
Sorcerer can be in two places at once. This is not the case from the
point of view of his own perception, because in order to experience the
World, a Sorcerer, like every other man, has to recollect the act he
has just performed, the event he has just witnessed, the experience he
has just lived. In his awareness there is only a single recollection.
But for an outsider, looking at the Sorcerer, it may appear as if the
Sorcerer is acting two different episodes at once. The Sorcerer,
however, recollects two separate single instants, because the glue of
the description of time is no longer binding him...
"He's right," Genaro said. "We're always one jump behind...
"Is the Double solid?" I asked don Juan after a long silence.
They looked at me.
"Does the Double have corporealness (materiality)?" I asked.
"Certainly," don Juan said. "Solidity, corporealness are memories.
"Do you also have a Double, don Juan?" I asked.
"Of course!" he exclaimed...
"Tell me something, don Juan," I said, half in jest. "Are you yourself
or are you your Double?"
"My Double," he whispered.
"Can I talk about don Genaro and his Double?" I asked..."Do you mean,
that I will develop a Double?"
"No one develops a Double. That's only a way of talking about it. You,
for all the talking you do, are a sap (depletion) for words. You get
trapped by their meanings. Now you think, that one develops a Double
through evil means, I suppose. All of us Luminous Beings have a Double.
All of us! A Warrior learns to be aware of it, that's all. There
are seemingly insurmountable (incapable of being overcome) barriers
protecting that awareness. But that's expected; those barriers are what
makes arriving at that awareness such a unique challenge. "Why am I so
afraid of it, don Juan?"
"Because you're thinking, that the Double is what the word says, a
Double, or another you. I chose those words in order to describe it.
The Double is oneself and cannot be faced in any other way."
"What if I don't want to have it?"
"The Double is not a matter of personal choice. Neither is it a matter
of personal choice who is selected to learn the Sorcerers' Knowledge,
that leads to that awareness...
"But you yourself told me, don Juan, that one can always fail."
"That's true. One can always fail. But I think that you are referring
to something else. You want to find a way out. You want to have the
freedom to fail and quit on your own terms. Too late for that. A
Warrior is in the hands of Power and his only freedom is to choose an
impeccable life. There is no way to fake triumph or defeat. Your reason
may want you to fail altogether in order to obliterate (wipe out)
the Totality of Yourself. But there is a countermeasure, which will not
permit you to declare a false victory or defeat. If you think,
that you can retreat to the haven of failure, you're out of your mind.
Your body will stand guard and will not let you go either way...the
Double, although it is arrived at through Dreaming, is as real, as it
can be...
"Obviously the Double can perform acts," I said. "But can the Double
act in behalf of the Self?"
"It is the Self, damn it!"
I found it very difficult to explain myself. I had in mind, that if a
Sorcerer could perform two actions at once, his capacity for
utilitarian (useful, practical) production had to double. He could work
two jobs, bein two places, see two persons, and so on, at once...
"Genaro is a Man of Knowledge. The purest of them all. His actions are
impeccable. He's beyond ordinary men, and beyond Sorcerers. His Double
is an expression of his joy and his humour. Thus, he cannot possibly
use it to create or resolve ordinary situations. As far as I know, the
Double is the Awareness of
our state as Luminous Beings. It can do anything, and yet it chooses to
be unobtrusive and gentle...A Man of Knowledge cannot possibly act
towards his fellow men in injurious terms, hypothetically or
otherwise...
"But, what if his fellow men are plotting against his security and
well-being? Can he then use his Double to protect himself?"
"the Double begins in Dreaming" Genaro added, sighing, "Yes, Carlitos,
the Double is a dream."
"Do you mean, that he's not real?" I asked.
"The steps, that we follow to arrive at the Double are the same,
though. Especially the beginning steps, which are muddled and
uncertain."
Don Genaro agreed and made a comment on the uncertainty, that a
Sorcerer had at that stage.
"When it first happened to me, I didn't know it had happened," he
explained. "One day I had been picking plants in the mountains. I had
gone into a place that was worked by other herb collectors. I had two
huge sacks of plants. I was ready to go home, but before I did I
decided to take a moment's rest.
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I lay down on the side of the trail in the shade of a tree and I fell
asleep. I heard then the sound of people coming down the hill and woke
up. I hurriedly ran for cover and hid behind some bushes a short
distance across the road from where I had fallen asleep. While I hid
there I had the nagging impression I had forgotten something. I looked
to see if I had my two sacks of plants. I didn't have them. I looked
across the road to the place where I had been sleeping and I nearly
dropped my pants with fright. I was still there asleep! It was me! I
touched my body. I was myself! By that time the people that were coming
down the hill were upon the me that was asleep, while the me that was
fully awake looked helplessly from my hiding place. Damn it to hell!
They were going to find me there and take my sacks away. But they went
by me as if I were not there at all. My vision had been so vivid that I
went wild. I screamed and then I woke up again. Damn it! It had been a
dream!"
"Tell him where you woke up the second time," don Juan said.
"I woke up by the road," don Genaro said, "where I had fallen asleep.
But for one moment I didn't quite know, where I really was. I can
almost say, that I was still looking at myself waking up, then
something pulled me to the side of the road and
I found myself rubbing my eyes. The place, where I had hid, was there
exactly, as I had seen it," he said. "And the people, who had walked by
me were down the road, a short distance away. I know it because I ran
downhill after them. They were the same people I had seen. I followed
them until they got to town. They must have thought I was mad. I asked
them if they had seen my friend sleeping by the side of the road. They
all said they hadn't."
"You see," don Juan said, "all of us go through the same doubts. We are
afraid of being mad; unfortunately for us, of course, all of us are
already mad."
"All of us are dense Beings," he said. "You're not the only one,
Carlitos. I was a bit shook up by my dream for a couple of days, but
then I had to work for my living and take care of too many things and
really had no time for pondering upon the mystery of my dreams. So I
forgot about it in no time at all. I was very much like you. "But one
day, a few months later, after a terribly tiring day, I fell asleep
like a log in mid-afternoon. It had just started to rain and a leak in
the roof woke me up.
I jumped out of bed and climbed on top of the house to fix the leak
before it began to pour. I felt so fine and strong, that I
finished in one minute and I didn't even get wet. I thought that the
snooze I had taken had done me a lot of good. When I was through I went
back into the house to get something to eat and I realized that I could
not swallow. I thought I was sick. I mashed some roots and leaves and
wrapped them around my neck and went to my bed. And then again when I
got to my bed I nearly dropped my pants. I was there in bed asleep! I
wanted to shake myself and wake me up, but I knew that that was not the
thing one should do. So I ran out of the house. I was panic-stricken. I
roamed around the hills aimlessly. I had no idea where I was going and
although I had lived all my life there I got lost. I walked in the rain
and didn't even feel it. It seemed, that I couldn't think. Then the
lightning and thunder became so intense that I woke up again."
He paused for a moment.
"Do you want to know where I woke up?" he asked me.
"Certainly," don Juan answered.
"I woke up in the hills in the rain," he said.
"But how did you know, that you had woken up?" I asked.
"My body knew it," he replied..."It's an inner voice, that tells you
what's what. And at that time, it told me, that I had woken up a second
time. Of course, as soon as I woke up I became convinced, that I must
have been Dreaming. Obviously it had not been an ordinary dream, but it
hadn't been dreaming proper either. So I settled for something else:
walking in my sleep, half awake, I suppose. I could not understand it
in any other way."
Don Genaro said, that his benefactor had explained to him, that what he
had gone through was not a dream at all, and that he should not insist
on regarding it as walking in his sleep.
"My benefactor explained, that the dream, in which one was watching
oneself asleep," don Genaro went on, "was the time of the Double. He
recommended, that rather than wasting my power in wondering and asking
myself questions, I should use the opportunity to act, and that when I
had another chance I should be prepared. My next chance took place at
my benefactor's house. I was helping him with the housework. I had lain
down to rest and as usual I fell sound asleep. His house was definitely
a place of power for me and helped me. I was suddenly aroused by a loud
noise and awakened. My benefactor's house was large. He was a wealthy
man and had many people working for him.
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The noise seemed to be the sound of a shovel digging in gravel. I sat
up to listen and then I stood up. The noise was very unsettling to me
but I couldn't figure out why. I was pondering whether to go and check
it out when I noticed that I was asleep on the floor. This time I knew
what to expect and what to do and I followed the noise. I walked to the
back of the house. There was no one there. The noise seemed to come
from beyond the house. I kept on following it. The more I followed it
the quicker I could move. I ended up at a distant place, witnessing
incredible things."
He explained, that at the time of those events he still was in the
beginning stages of his apprenticeship and had done very little in the
realm of dreaming, but that he had an uncanny (strange) facility to
dream, that he was looking at himself.
"Where did you go, don Genaro?" I asked.
"That was the first time, that I had really moved in Dreaming" he said.
"I knew enough about it to behave correctly, though. I didn't look at
anything directly and ended up in a deep ravine, where my benefactor
had some of his power plants."
"What did you see in the ravine, don Genaro?" I asked.
"I saw my benefactor doing some dangerous maneuvers with people. I
thought I was there to help him and hid behind some trees. Yet I
couldn't have known how to help. I was not dumb, though, and I
realized, that the scene was there for me to watch, not to act in."
"When and how and where did you wake up?"
"I don't know when I woke up. It must have been hours later. All I know
is, that I followed my benefactor and the other men, and when they were
about to reach my benefactor's house the noise, that they made, because
they were arguing, woke me up. I was at the place where I had seen
myself asleep. Upon waking up, I realized, that whatever I had seen and
done, was not a dream. I had actually gone some distance away, guided
by the sound."
"Was your benefactor aware of what you were doing?"
"Certainly. He had been making the noise with the shovel to help me
accomplish my task. When he walked into the house he pretended to scold
me for falling asleep. I knew, that he had seen me. Later on, after his
friends had left, he told me, that he had noticed my glow hiding behind
the trees."
Don Genaro said, that those three instances set him off on the path of
Dreaming, and that it took him fifteen years to have his next chance.
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"...I had then a unique moment. I held two images in my mind, two
dreams. I felt, that something in me was deeply asleep and was waking
up and I found myself lying on the floor of the ramada with don Juan
and don Genaro shaking me. But I also was at the Power Place and don
Juan and don Genaro were still shaking me. There was one crucial
instant, in which I was neither in one place, nor the other, but I was
rather in both places as an observer seeing two scenes at once. I had
the incredible sensation, that at that instant I could have gone either
way. All I had to do at that moment was to change perspective and
rather, than watch either scene from the outside, feel it from the
point of view of the subject..."
"Genaro came to see you to tell you something very exclusive," he (Don
Juan) said. "When he came out of the bushes, he was Genaro the Double.
There is another way to talk about this, that would explain it better,
but I can't use it now."
"Why not, don Juan?"
"Because you are not ready yet to talk about the Totality of Oneself.
For the time being I can only say, that this Genaro here is not the
Double now."
He pointed to don Genaro with a movement of his head. Don Genaro
blinked repeatedly.
"The Genaro of last night was the Double. And as I told you already,
the Double has Inconceivable (unbelievable) Power. He showed you a most
important issue. In order to do that he had to touch you. The Double
simply tapped you on the neck, on the same spot the ally walked over
you years ago. Naturally, you went out like a light. And naturally too,
you indulged like a son of a bitch. It took us hours to round you
up...I told you, that Genaro came to show you something, the Mystery of
Luminous Beings as Dreamers. You wanted to know about the Double. It
begins in Dreams. But then you asked, “What is the Double?” And I said
the Double is the Self. The Self dreams the Double. That should be
simple, except, that there is nothing simple about us. Perhaps the
ordinary dreams of the Self are simple, but that doesn't mean, that the
Self is simple. Once it has learned to Dream the Double, the Self
arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes,
that it is the Double, who Dreams the Self...Last night Genaro guided
you through the intricacies of the Double," don Juan went on. "Only he
can do that for you. And it was not a vision or a hallucination when
you saw yourself lying on the ground. You could have realized that with
infinite clarity, if you had not gotten lost in your indulging, and you
could have known then, that you yourself are a Dream, that your Double
is dreaming you, in the same fashion, that you dreamed him last night."
"For instance, they (Shamans of Mexico) perceive Energy, as it Flows
freely in the Universe, Energy free from the bindings of socialization
and syntax (the system of rules in operation), pure Vibratory Energy.
They called this act of Seeing.
Don Juan's prime objective (presented factually) was to help me to
perceive Energy as it Flows in the Universe. In the world of shamans,
to perceive Energy in such a manner is the first mandatory step toward
a more engulfing (overwhelmed by), freer view of a different cognitive
system (of getting knowledge)...To see Energy as it Flows in the
Universe meant , to Don Juan, the capacity to see a Human Being as a
Luminous Egg or Luminous Ball of Energy, and to be able to distinguish,
in that Luminous Ball of Energy, certain features shared by women/men
in common, such as the point of Brilliance in the already brilliant
Luminous Ball of Energy. The claim of shamans was, that it was on that
point of brilliance, which those shamans called the Assemblage Point,
that Perception was assembled. They could extend this thought logically
to mean, that it was on that point of Brilliance, that our Cognition
(getting knowledge) of the World was manufactured...For the shamans of
ancient Mexico, Intent (Law of Intent) was a Force they could visualize
when they saw Energy (White Energy of Balance, LM) as it Flows in the
Universe! They considered it an all-pervasive Force (spread throughout,
permeate), that intervened (appeared) in every aspect of Time and
Space. It was the Impetus (a Stimulus, an Impulse) behind everything;
but what was of inconceivable (unbelievable) value to those shamans was
the Intent - a pure Abstraction - was intimately attached to women/men.
Women/men could always manipulate it. The shamans of ancient Mexico
realized, that the only way to affect this Force was through impeccable
behaviour..."
"...For example, as average men, we were blind to the most Crucial
Piece of Knowledge, available to a Human Being: the Existence of the
Assemblage Point (Assemblage Point of our Spirits, attached to the
bodies, LM) and the fact, that it could move. For a rational man it's
unthinkable, that there should be an Invisible (Assemblage) Point (of
our Spirit, LM), where Perception is assembled," he (don Juan) went on.
"And yet more unthinkable, that such a Point is not in the brain, as he
might vaguely expect...that Sorcery was not incantations
(chanting of charms, casting of spells) and hocus-pocus, but the
Freedom to Perceive not only our World, taken for granted, but
Everything Else, what was humanly possible. I asked him to explain
again what Unbending Intent was. He said,
that... Unbending Intent was also the Force engendered (brought into
existence), when the Assemblage Point was maintained fixed in a
position, which was not the Usual One. Don Juan then made a meaningful
distinction - which had eluded (escaped) me all these years - between a
Movement and a Shift of the Assemblage Point. A Movement, he said, was
a profound Change of Position, so extreme,
that the Assemblage Point might even reach other Bands of Energy within
our Total Luminous Mass of Energy Fields. Each Band of Energy
represented a completely Different Universe to be perceived. A Shift,
however, was a small movement within the Band of Energy Fields
we perceived as the World of Everyday Life..." Carlos Castaneda, "The
Power of Silence", p. 220-221
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"...The Nagual said, there had been another time, when Mankind had been
on the Third Point, which, of course, had been the first point then.
But after that, Humankind moved to the Place of Reason. When Silent
Knowledge was the First Point, the same condition prevailed (we had our
paranormal abilities, LM). Not every Human Being's Assemblage Point was
squarely on that position either. This meant, that the True Leaders of
Humankind had always been the few Human Beings, whose Assemblage Points
happened to be either on the exact Point of Reason or of Silent
Knowledge. The rest of Humanity, the old Nagual told don Juan, was
merely the audience. In our day, they were the lovers of Reason. In the
past, they had been the lovers of Silent Knowledge. They were the ones,
who had admired and sung odes to the heroes of either position. The
Nagual stated, that Humankind had spent the longer part of its history
in the Position of Silent Knowledge, and that this explained our Great
Longing for it..."
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"Today you reached the Place of Silent Knowledge," he said with
finality. He explained, that that afternoon, My Assemblage Point had
moved by itself, without his intervention. I had Intended the Movement
by manipulating my feeling of being gigantic, and in so doing, My
Assemblage Point had reached the Position of Silent Knowledge. I was
very curious to hear how don Juan interpreted my experience. He said,
that one way to talk about the Perception, attained in the Place of
Silent Knowledge, was to call it "here and here." He explained, that
when I had told him, I had felt myself looming over the desert
chaparral, I should have added, that I was seeing the desert floor and
the top of the shrubs at the same time. Or, that I had been at the
place, where I stood and at the same time at the place, where the
jaguar was. Thus I had been able to notice how carefully he stepped to
avoid the cactus spines. In other words, instead of perceiving the
normal here and there, I had perceived "here and here." His comments
frightened me. He was right. I had not mentioned that to him, nor had I
admitted even to myself, that I had been in two places at once.
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"In order to reach the Third Point of Reference one must perceive two
places at once (BILOCATION)."
My Recollecting had put me in a strange mood - it was, as if I had
lived the experience just a few minutes earlier. I was suddenly aware
of something I had completely missed before. Under don Juan's
supervision, I had twice before experienced that divided perception,
but this was the first time I had accomplished it all by myself.
Thinking about my Recollection, I also realized, that my sensory
experience was more complex, than I had at first thought. During the
time I had loomed over the bushes, I had been aware - without words or
even thoughts - that being in two places, or being "here and here" as
don Juan had called it, rendered my perception immediate and complete
at both places. But I had also been aware, that my double perception
lacked the total clarity of normal Perception. Don Juan explained, that
normal Perception had an Axis. "Here and there" were the perimeters of
that Axis, and we were partial to the clarity of "here." He said, that
in normal Perception, only "here" was perceived completely,
instantaneously, and directly. Its twin referent, "there," lacked
immediacy. It was inferred (suggested, implied), deduced, expected,
even assumed, but it was not apprehended directly with all the senses.
When we perceived two places at once, total clarity was lost, but the
immediate perception of "there" was gained.
"What you experienced was vital to you, because it opened the road to
Silent Knowledge, but the important thing was the jaguar. That jaguar
was indeed a Manifestation of the Spirit. That big cat came unnoticed
out of nowhere. And he
could have finished us off as surely as I am talking to you. That
jaguar was an expression of Magic. Without him you would have had no
elation (sense of triumph), no lesson, no realizations.."
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"But was he a real jaguar?" I asked.
"You bet he was real!"
Don Juan observed, that for an average man that big cat would have been
a frightening oddity. An average man would have been hard put to
explain in reasonable terms what that jaguar was doing in Chihuahua, so
far from a tropical jungle.
But a Sorcerer, because he had a Connecting Link with Intent, saw that
jaguar as a vehicle to Perceiving - not an oddity, but a Source of
Awe...He had asserted, that only the Spirit could move the Assemblage
Point... Sorcerers are more aware of their Connection with the Spirit,
than the average man and strive (struggle) to manipulate it.
That's all. I've already told you, the Connecting Link with Intent is
the Universal feature, shared by Everything There Is...being in two
places at once was a milestone Sorcerers used to mark the Moment the
Assemblage Point reached the Place of Silent Knowledge. Split
Perception, if accomplished by one's own means, was called the Free
Movement of the Assemblage Point. He assured me, that every Nagual
consistently did everything within his Power to encourage the Free
Movement of his apprentices' Assemblage Points. This all-out effort was
cryptically called "Reaching Out for the Third Point (BI-LOCATION)."
"The most difficult aspect of the Nagual's Knowledge," don Juan went
on, "and certainly the most crucial part of his task is, that of
reaching out for the Third Point - the Nagual Intends that Free
Movement, and the Spirit channels to the Nagual the means to accomplish
it. I had never Intended anything of that sort, until you came along.
Therefore, I had never fully appreciated my benefactor's gigantic
effort to Intend it for me. Difficult as it is for a Nagual to Intend
that Free Movement for his disciples," don Juan went on, "it's nothing
compared with the difficulty his disciples have in understanding what
the Nagual is doing. Look at the way you yourself struggle! The same
thing happened to me. Most of the time, I ended up believing, that the
Trickery of the Spirit was simply the Trickery of the Nagual Julian.
Later on, I realized I owed him my Life and Well-Being," don Juan
continued. "Now I know, I owe him infinitely more. Since I can't begin
to describe what I really owe him, I prefer to say he cajoled (persuade
by pleading) me into having a Third Point of Reference. The Third Point
of Reference is Freedom of Perception; it is Intent; it is the Spirit;
the Somersault of Thought into the Miraculous; the Act of Reaching
Beyond our Boundaries and Touching the Inconceivable (BI-LOCATION)...To
discover the possibility of being in two places at once is very
exciting to the mind..."
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I told him, that with me it was not a matter of being appalled or
attracted by my experience, but a matter of being frightened by the
Immensity of the Possibility of Split Perception. "I can't say, that I
don't believe I was in two places at once,"
I said. "I can't deny my experience, and yet I think I am so frightened
by it, that my mind refuses to accept it as a fact...
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Don Juan remarked, that we do not have to be students of Sorcery to
move our Assemblage Point. Sometimes, due to natural, although
dramatic, circumstances, such as war, deprivation, stress, fatigue,
sorrow, helplessness, human's
Assemblage Points undergo profound Movements. If the humans, who found
themselves in such circumstances, were able to adopt a Sorcerer's
ideology, don Juan said, they would be able to maximize that natural
Movement with no trouble.
And they would seek and find extraordinary things, instead of doing
what men do in such circumstances: craving the return to normalcy. When
a Movement of the Assemblage Point is maximized," he went on, "both the
average
man or the apprentice in Sorcery becomes a Sorcerer, because by
maximizing that Movement, Continuity is shattered beyond repair."
With no preliminaries, and without stopping to think, don Juan then
began to tell me a Sorcery Story. He said, that for an entire year he
had been the only young person in the Nagual Julian's house. He was so
completely self-centered, he had not even noticed, when at the
beginning of the second year his benefactor brought three young men and
four young women to live in the house. As far as don Juan was
concerned, those seven persons, who arrived one at a time over two or
three months were simply servants and of no importance. One of the
young men was even made his assistant. Don Juan was convinced the
Nagual Julian had lured and cajoled them into coming to work for him
without wages. And he would have
felt sorry for them, had it not been for their blind trust in the
Nagual Julian and their sickening attachment to everyone and everything
in the household. His feeling was, that they were born slaves and that
he had nothing to say to them.
Yet he was obliged to make friends with them and give them advice, not
because he wanted to, but because the Nagual demanded it as part of his
work. As they sought his counseling, he was horrified by the poignancy
(affecting, touching)
and drama of their life stories. He secretly congratulated himself for
being better off, than they. He sincerely felt he was smarter, than all
of them put together. He boasted (bragging) to them, that he could see
through the Nagual's
maneuvers, although he could not claim to understand them. And he
laughed at their ridiculous attempts to be helpful.
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He considered them servile and told them to their faces, that they were
being mercilessly exploited by a professional tyrant. But what enraged
him was, that the four young women had crushes on the Nagual Julian and
would do anything to
please him. Don Juan sought solace (consolation, comfort in sorrow) in
his work and plunged into it to forget his anger, or for hours on end
he would read the books, that the Nagual Julian had in the house.
Reading became his passion. When he was reading, everyone knew not to
bother him, except the Nagual
Julian, who took pleasure in never leaving him in peace. He was always
after don Juan to be friends with the young men and women. He told him
repeatedly, that all of them, don Juan included, were his Sorcery
apprentices. Don Juan was
convinced the Nagual Julian knew nothing about Sorcery, but he humored
him, listening to him without ever believing. The Nagual Julian was
unfazed (not bothered) by don Juan's lack of trust. He simply
proceeded, as if don Juan believed
him, and gathered all the apprentices together to give them
instruction. Periodically he took all of them on all-night excursions
into the local mountains. On most of these excursions the Nagual would
leave them by themselves, stranded in those rugged mountains, with don
Juan in charge. The rationale (fundamental reasons), given for the
trips, was that in solitude, in the wilderness, they would discover the
Spirit. But they never did. At least, not in any way don Juan could
understand. However, the Nagual Julian insisted so strongly on the
importance of knowing the Spirit, that don Juan became obsessed with
Knowing, what the Spirit was. During one of those nighttime excursions,
the Nagual Julian urged don
Juan to go after the Spirit, even if he didn't understand it.
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"Of course, he meant the only thing a Nagual could mean: the Movement
of the Assemblage Point," don Juan said. "But he worded it in a way, he
believed would make sense to me: go after the Spirit. I thought he was
talking nonsense. At that time I had already formed my own opinions and
beliefs and was convinced, that the Spirit was, what is known as
character, volition, guts, strength. And I believed I didn't have to go
after them. I had them all. The Nagual Julian insisted, that the Spirit
was indefinable, that one could not even feel it, much less talk about
it. One could only beckon (signal or summon by waving) it, he said, by
acknowledging its existence. My retort was very much the same as yours:
one cannot beckon something, that does not exist."
Don Juan told me he had argued so much with the Nagual, that the Nagual
finally promised him, in front of his entire household, that in one
single stroke he was going to show him not only what the Spirit was,
but how to define it. He also promised to throw an enormous party, even
inviting the neighbors, to celebrate don Juan's lesson. Don Juan
remarked, that in those days, before the Mexican Revolution, the Nagual
Julian and the seven Women of his group passed themselves off as the
wealthy owners of a large hacienda. Nobody ever doubted their image,
especially the Nagual Julian's, a rich and handsome landholder, who had
set aside his earnest desire to pursue an ecclesiastical (related to
church) career in order to care for his seven unmarried sisters.
One day, during the rainy season, the Nagual Julian announced, that, as
soon as the rains stopped, he would hold the enormous party he had
promised don Juan. And one Sunday afternoon he took his entire
household to the banks of the river, which was in flood, because of the
heavy rains. The Nagual Julian rode his horse, while don Juan trotted
respectfully behind, as was their custom, in case they met any of their
neighbors;
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as far as the neighbors knew, don Juan was the landlord's personal
servant. The Nagual chose for their picnic a site on high ground by the
edge of the river. The Women had prepared food and drink. The Nagual
had even brought a group of musicians from the town. It was a big
party, which included the peons
(farm workers) of the hacienda, neighbors, and even passing strangers,
that had meandered (walking around) over to join the fun. Everybody ate
and drank to his heart's content. The Nagual danced with all the Women,
sang, and recited poetry. He told jokes and, with the help of some of
the Women, staged skits (comic theatrical sketch) to the delight of
all. At a given moment, the Nagual Julian asked, if any of those
present, especially the apprentices, wanted to share don Juan's lesson.
They all declined. All of them were keenly aware of the Nagual's hard
tactics. Then he asked don Juan, if he was sure he wanted to find out
what the Spirit was.
Don Juan could not say no. He simply could not back out. He announced,
that he was as ready, as he could ever be. The Nagual guided him to the
edge of the raging river and made him kneel. The Nagual began a long
incantation, in which he invoked (call upon a Higher Power for
assistance) the Power of the
Wind and the Mountains and asked the Power of the River to advise don
Juan. His incantation, meaningful, as it might have been, was worded so
irreverently (disrespectful), that everyone had to laugh. When he
finished, he asked don Juan to stand up with his eyes closed. Then he
took the apprentice in his arms, as he would a child, and threw him
into the rushing waters, shouting, "Don't hate the River, for heaven's
sake!"
Relating this incident sent don Juan into fits of laughter. Perhaps
under other circumstances I, too, might have found it hilarious (gay,
merry). This time, however, the story upset me tremendously.
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"You should have seen those people's faces," don Juan continued. "I
caught a glimpse of their dismay (dread), as I flew through the air on
my way to the river. No one had anticipated, that that devilish Nagual
would do a thing like that."
Don Juan said, he had thought it was the end of his life. He was not a
good swimmer, and, as he sank to the bottom of the river, he cursed
himself for allowing this to happen to him. He was so angry, he did not
have time to panic. All he could think about was his resolve (decide
upon), that he was not going to die in that frigging (fucking) river,
at the hands of that frigging man. His feet touched bottom and he
propelled himself up. It was not a deep river, but the flood waters had
widened it a great deal. The current was swift (with great speed), and
it pulled him along, as he dogpaddled, trying not to let the rushing
waters tumble him around. The current dragged him a long distance. And
while he was being dragged and trying his best not to succumb (give
in), he entered into a strange Fame of Mind. He knew his flaw. He was a
very angry man and his pent-up (hidden) anger made him hate and fight
with everyone around. But he could not hate or fight the river, or be
impatient with it, or fret (agitate), which were the ways he normally
behaved with everything and everybody in his life. All he could do with
the river was follow its Flow. Don Juan contended (debated), that that
simple realization and the acquiescence (acception without protest) it
engendered (produced), tipped the scales, so to speak, and he
experienced a Free Movement of his Assemblage Point. Suddenly, without
being in any way aware of what was happening, instead of being pulled
by the rushing water, don Juan felt himself running along the riverbank
(BI-LOCATION). He was running so fast, that he had no time to think. A
tremendous force was pulling him, making him race over boulders and
fallen trees, as if they were not there.
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After he had run in that desperate fashion for quite a while, don Juan
braved a quick look at the reddish, rushing water. And he saw himself
being roughly tumbled by the current. Nothing in his experience had
prepared him for such a moment. He knew then, without involving his
thought processes, that he
was in two places at once (BI-LOCATION). And in one of them, in the
rushing river, he was helpless. All his energy went into trying to save
himself. Without thinking about it, he began angling away from the
riverbank. It took all his strength and determination to edge an inch
at a time. He felt, as if he were dragging a tree. He moved so slowly,
that it took him an eternity to gain a few yards. The strain was too
much for him. Suddenly he was no longer running; he was falling down a
deep well. When he hit the water, the coldness of it made him scream.
And then he was back in the river, being dragged by the current. His
fright upon finding himself back in the rushing water was so intense,
that all he could do was to wish with all his might to be safe and
sound on the riverbank. And immediately he was there again, running at
breakneck speed parallel to, but a distance from, the river. As he ran,
he looked at the rushing water and saw himself struggling to stay
afloat. He wanted to yell a command; he wanted to order himself to swim
at an angle, but he had no voice. His anguish for the part of him, that
was in the water was overwhelming. It served as a bridge between the
two Juan Matuses. He was instantly back in the water, swimming at an
angle toward the bank. The incredible sensation of alternating between
two places was enough to eradicate his fear. He no longer cared about
his fate. He alternated freely between swimming in the river and racing
on the
bank. But whichever he was doing, he consistently moved toward his
left, racing away from the river or paddling to the left shore.
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He came out on the left side of the river about five miles downstream.
He had to wait there, sheltering in the shrubs, for over a week. He was
waiting for the waters to subside, so he could wade (walking through
water) across, but he was also waiting, until his fright wore off and
he was whole again. Don Juan said, that what had happened was, that the
strong, sustained emotion of fighting for his life, had caused his
Assemblage Point to move squarely to the place of Silent Knowledge.
Because he had never paid any attention to what the Nagual Julian told
him about the Assemblage Point, he had no idea what was happening to
him. He was frightened at the thought, that he might never be normal
again. But as he explored his Split Perception, he discovered its
practical side and found, he
liked it. He was double for days. He could be thoroughly one or the
other. Or he could be both at the same time. When he was both, things
became fuzzy and neither Being was effective, so he abandoned that
alternative. But being one or the other
opened up inconceivable possibilities for him. While he recuperated in
the bushes, he established, that one of his Beings was more flexible,
than the other and could cover distances in the blink of an eye and
find food or the best place to hide. It was this Being, that once went
to the Nagual's house to see, if they were worrying about him. He heard
the young people crying for him, and that was certainly a surprise. He
would have gone on watching them indefinitely, since he adored the idea
of finding out what they thought of him, but the Nagual Julian caught
him and put an end to it. That was the only time he had been truly
afraid of the Nagual. Don Juan heard the Nagual telling him to stop his
nonsense.
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The Nagual appeared suddenly, a jet black, bell-shaped object of
immense weight and strength. He grabbed don Juan. Don Juan did not know
how the Nagual was grabbing him, but it was hurting in a most
unsettling way. It was a sharp nervous pain he felt in his stomach and
groin.
"I was instantly back on the riverbank," don Juan said, laughing. "I
got up, waded the recently subsided river, and started to walk home."
He paused then asked me what I thought of his story. And I told him,
that it had appalled me.
"You could have drowned in that river," I said, almost shouting. "What
a brutal thing to do to you. The Nagual Julian must have been crazy!"
"Wait a minute," don Juan protested. "The Nagual Julian was devilish,
but not crazy. He did, what he had to do in his role as Nagual and
Teacher. It's true, that I could have died. But that's a risk we all
have to take. You yourself could have been easily eaten by the jaguar,
or could have died from any of the things I have made you do. The
Nagual Julian was bold and commanding and tackled everything directly.
No beating around the bush with him, no mincing words..."
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"At that time," don Juan continued, "I didn't appreciate his Art, and I
certainly didn't like what he did to me, but now, whenever I think
about it, I admire him all the more for his superb and direct way of
placing me in the Position of Silent Knowledge."
Don Juan said, that because of the Enormity of his experience, he had
totally forgotten the Monstrous Man. He walked unescorted almost to the
door of the Nagual Julian's house, then changed his mind and went
instead to the Nagual Elias's place, seeking solace (indulge in
sorrow). And the Nagual Elias explained to him the deep consistency of
the Nagual Julian's actions. The Nagual Elias could hardly contain his
excitement, when he heard don Juan's story. In a fervent
(ardent, passionate) tone he explained to don Juan, that his benefactor
was a supreme Stalker, always after practicalities. His endless quest
was for pragmatic views and solutions. His behavior that day at the
river had been a masterpiece of Stalking. He had manipulated and
affected everyone. Even the River seemed to be at his command. The
Nagual Elias maintained, that while don Juan was being carried by the
current, fighting for his life, the River helped him understand, what
the Spirit was. And thanks to that understanding, don Juan had the
opportunity to enter directly into Silent Knowledge. Don Juan said,
that, because he was a callow (immature) youth, he listened to the
Nagual Elias without understanding a word, but was moved with sincere
Admiration for the Nagual's Intensity.
First, the Nagual Elias explained to don Juan, that Sound and the
Meaning of Words were of Supreme Importance to Stalkers. Words were
used by them as keys to open anything, that was closed. Stalkers,
therefore, had to state their aim before attempting to achieve it. But
they could not reveal their true aim at the outset, so they had to word
things carefully to conceal the main thrust (force into specific
situation).
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The Nagual Elias called this Act Waking Up Intent. He explained to don
Juan, that the Nagual Julian Woke up Intent by affirming emphatically
(boldly) in front of his entire household, that he was going to show
don Juan, in one stroke, what the Spirit was and how to define it. This
was completely nonsensical, because the Nagual Julian knew there was no
way to define the Spirit. What he was really trying to do was, of
course, to place don Juan in the Position of Silent Knowledge.
After making the statement, which concealed his true aim, the Nagual
Julian gathered as many people as he could, thus making them both his
witting (acknowledged) and unwitting accomplices (partners-witnesses).
All of them knew about his stated goal, but not a single one knew, what
he really had in mind. The Nagual Elias's belief, that his explanation
would shake don Juan out of his impossible stand of total
rebelliousness and indifference was completely wrong. Yet the Nagual
patiently continued to explain to him, that while he had been fighting
the current in the river, he had reached the Third Point.
The old Nagual explained, that the Position of Silent Knowledge was
called the Third Point, because in order to get to it, one had to pass
the Second Point, the Place of No Pity.
He said, that don Juan's Assemblage Point had acquired sufficient
fluidity for him to be double, which had allowed him to be in both the
Place of Reason and in the Place of Silent Knowledge, either
alternately or at the same time. The Nagual told don Juan, that his
accomplishment was magnificent. He
even hugged don Juan, as if he were a child. And he could not stop
talking about how don Juan, in spite of not knowing anything - or
maybe, because of not knowing anything - had transferred his Total
Energy from one place to the other.
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Which meant to the Nagual, that don Juan's Assemblage Point had a most
propitious (favourable), natural Fluidity. He said to don Juan, that
every Human Being had a capacity for that Fluidity. For most of us,
however, it was stored away and we never used it, except on rare
occasions, which were brought about by Sorcerers, such as the
experience he had just had, or by dramatic natural circumstances, such
as a life-or-death struggle. Don Juan listened, mesmerized by the sound
of the old Nagual's voice. When he paid attention, he could follow
anything the man said, which was something he had never been able to do
with the Nagual Julian. The old Nagual went on to explain, that
Humanity was on the first point, reason, but that not every Human
Being's Assemblage Point was squarely on the Position of Reason. Those,
who were on the spot itself, were the true Leaders of Mankind. Most of
the time they were Unknown People, whose genius was the exercising of
their Reason. The Nagual said, there had been another time, when
Mankind had been on the Third Point, which, of course, had been the
first point then. But after that, Humankind moved to the Place of
Reason. When Silent Knowledge was the First Point, the same condition
prevailed
(we had our paranormal abilities, LM). Not every Human Being's
Assemblage Point was squarely on that position either. This meant, that
the True Leaders of Humankind had always been the few Human Beings,
whose Assemblage Points happened
to be either on the exact Point of Reason or of Silent Knowledge. The
rest of Humanity, the old Nagual told don Juan, was merely the
audience. In our day, they were the lovers of Reason. In the past, they
had been the lovers of Silent
Knowledge. They were the ones, who had admired and sung odes to the
heroes of either position. The Nagual stated, that Humankind had spent
the longer part of its history in the Position of Silent Knowledge, and
that this explained our great longing for it.
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Don Juan asked the old Nagual what exactly the Nagual Julian was doing
to him. His question sounded more mature and intelligent, than what he
really meant. The Nagual Elias answered it in terms totally
unintelligible to don Juan at that time. He said, that the Nagual
Julian was coaching don Juan, enticing (attract) his Assemblage Point
to the Position of Reason, so he could be a Thinker, rather than merely
part of an unsophisticated, but emotionally charged audience, that
loved the orderly Works of Reason. At the same time, the Nagual was
coaching don Juan to be a true Abstract Sorcerer, instead of merely
part of a morbid and ignorant audience of lovers of the Unknown. The
Nagual Elias assured don Juan, that only a Human Being, who was a
Paragon (model for excellence) of Reason could move his Assemblage
Point easily and be a Paragon of Silent Knowledge. He said, that only
those, who were squarely in either position could see the other
position clearly, and that that had been the way the Age of Reason came
to being. The Position of Reason was clearly seen from the Position of
Silent Knowledge. The old Nagual told don Juan, that the one-way Bridge
from Silent Knowledge to Reason was called "Concern." That is, the
Concern, that True Men of Silent Knowledge had about the Source of what
they knew. And the other one-way Bridge, from Reason to Silent
Knowledge, was called "Pure Understanding."
That is, the recognition, that told the Man of Reason, that Reason was
only one island in an endless sea of islands. The Nagual added, that a
Human Being, who had both One-way Bridges working, was a Sorcerer in
direct contact with the Spirit, the Vital Force, that made both
positions possible. He pointed
out to don Juan, that everything the Nagual Julian had done that day at
the river, had been a show, not for a human audience, but for the
Spirit, the Force, that was watching him.
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He pranced (moved about in a lively manner) and frolicked with abandon
and entertained everybody, especially the Power, he was addressing. Don
Juan said, that the Nagual Elias assured him, that the Spirit only
listened, when the speaker speaks in gestures. And gestures do not mean
signs or body movements,
but acts of true abandon, acts of largesse (generosity), of humor. As a
gesture for the Spirit, Sorcerers bring out the best of themselves and
silently offer it to the Abstract..."
Carlos Castaneda - "The
Fire From Within", The Explanation of What it is to 'See' Something,
which is not Visible to the Ordinary Eye
:
"...Seers
See a human as a field of energy, which looks like a Luminous
Egg. The majority of people, he said, have their fields of energy
divided into two parts.
A
few men and women have four or
sometimes three parts. Because these people are more resilient, than
the average human, they can become Naguals after learning to
See...As a Nagual, don Juan was the leader of a group of
Seers, known
as the Nagual's Party, which was composed of eight female Seers,
Cecilia, Delia, Hermelinda, Carmela, Nelida, Florinda,
Zuleica, and Zoila; three male Seers, Vicente, Silvio Manuel, and
Genaro; and four couriers or messengers, Emilito, John Tuma, Marta,
and Teresa. In addition to leading the Nagual's Party, don
Juan also taught and guided a group of apprentice Seers, known as the
New Nagual's Party. It consisted of four young men, Pablito,
Nestor, Eligio, and Benigno, along with five women, Soledad, la Gorda,
Lidia, Josefina, and Rosa. I was the nominal leader of the New Nagual's
Party, together with the Nagual-Woman Carol."
Carlos
Castaneda - "The Power of Silence"
НАГУАЛ
ИМЕЕТ по одному ОТДЕЛЕНИЮ В ЛЕВОЙ И В ПРАВОЙ СТОРОНЕ ТЕЛА, и то
ОТДЕЛЕНИЕ В ЛЕВОЙ СТОРОНЕ ЕЩЁ ДЕЛИТСЯ НА 2е ЧАСТИ
(у обычного человека этого нет)! Всё вместе выглядит как-будто НАГУАЛ
состоит не из одного Светящегося Шара, а из 4х Шаров.
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"Then he explained the role of the guide in the lives of sorcerers. He
said, that a guide is called "the Nagual," and that the Nagual is a Man
or a Woman with extraordinary energy, a Teacher, who has
sobriety, endurance, stability; someone Seers see as a Luminous Sphere,
having four compartments, as if four Luminous Balls have been
compressed together. Because of their extraordinary energy, Naguals are
intermediaries. Their energy allows them to channel Peace, Harmony,
Laughter, and Knowledge directly from the Source, from Intent, and
transmit them to their companions. Naguals are responsible for
supplying, what sorcerers call "the minimal chance": the Awareness of
one's connection with Intent..."
"You must recollect the first time your eyes shone," he said, "because,
that was the first time your Assemblage Point reached the place of No
Pity. Ruthlessness possessed you then. Ruthlessness makes Sorcerers'
Eyes Shine, and that Shine beckons (signals) Intent. Each spot, to
which their Assemblage Points move, is indicated by a Specific Shine of
Their Eyes. Since their eyes have their own memory, they can call up
the recollection of any spot by calling up the Specific Shine,
associated with that spot." He explained, that the reason Sorcerers put
so much emphasis on the Shine of Their Eyes and on their gaze, is
because the Eyes are directly connected to Intent. Contradictory, as it
might sound, the Truth is, that the Eyes are only superficially (be
near the surface) connected to the World of Everyday Life.
Their deeper connection is to the Abstract. I could not conceive how my
eyes could store that sort of information, and I said as much. Don
Juan's reply was, that man's possibilities are so vast and
mysterious, that Sorcerers, rather than thinking about them,
had chosen to explore them, with no hope of ever understanding them. I
asked him, if an average man's eyes were also affected by
Intent. "Of course!" he exclaimed. "You know all this. But you know it
at such a deep level, that it is Silent Knowledge. You haven't
sufficient energy to explain it, even to yourself. The average man
knows the same thing about his eyes, but he has even less energy, than
you. The only advantages Sorcerers may have over average men is, that
they have stored their energy, which means a more precise, clearer
Connecting Link with Intent. Naturally, it also means they can
recollect at will, using the shine of their eyes to move their
Assemblage Points." Don Juan stopped talking and fixed me with his
gaze. I clearly felt his eyes guiding, pushing and pulling something
indefinite in me.
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I could not break away from his stare. His concentration was so
intense, it actually caused a physical sensation in me: I felt, as if I
were inside a furnace..."To discover the possibility of being in two
places at once is very exciting to the mind," he said."
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"I think we've come to the point in NDE research, where it's difficult
to make a distinction between thought and light.
In the near-death experience thought seems to be light, " she
observes...Like OBEers, after NDEers have detached from the physical,
they find themselves in one of two forms, either as a disembodied cloud
of energy, or as a hologram-like body, sculpted by thought..."One man
described it by saying, that if he stopped thinking, he was merely a
cloud in an endless cloud, undifferentiated", he observes. "But as
soon, as he started to think, he became himself"...At first the bodies,
Whitton's subjects assumed, resembled the persons, they had been in
their last life. But as their experience in the between-life state
continued, they gradually became a kind of hologram-like composite of
all of their past lives. This composite identity even had a name,
separate from any of the names, they had used in their physical
incarnations... we are all ultimately just frequency phenomena,
patterns of some unknown vibratory energy enfolded in the greater
matrix of the frequency domain..."I realized, that each person and
thing has its own musical tone range as well, as its own color range
says an Arizona housewife, who had an NDE during childbirth. "If you
can imagine yourself effortlessly moving in and out among prismatic
rays of light and hearing each person's musical notes join and
harmonize with your own, when you touch or pass them, you would have
some idea of the unseen world." The woman, who encountered many
individuals in the afterlife realm, who manifested only as clouds of
colors and sound, believes the mellifluous tones, each soul emanates,
are, what people are describing, when they say, they hear beautiful
music in the ND dimension...it is the ability to "simultaneously
comprehend the Whole and every part..."
This extract below is about
the Size of the Souls of Naguals and the Role, that Naguals play in
everybodies' lives, esp. in Sorcerers' lives, from Carlos Castaneda's
"The Power of Silence", p. 4-5 :
"...Then he (Don Juan) explained (to Carlos) the Role of the Guide in
the Lives of Sorcerers. He said, that a Guide is called "the Nagual,"
and that the Nagual is a Man or a Woman with Extraordinary Energy, a
Teacher, who has Sobriety, Endurance, Stability; someone Seers Seeas a
Luminous Sphere having Four compartments, as if four Luminous Balls
have been compressed together. Because of their Extraordinary Energy,
Naguals are Intermediaries. Their Energy allows them to channel Peace,
Harmony, Laughter and Knowledge directly from the Source, from Intent
(Law of Intent), and transmit them to their companions. Naguals are
responsible for supplying what Sorcerers call "the minimal chance": the
Awareness of one's connection with Intent...Dreaming is the Vehicle,
that brings Dreamers to this World," the Emissary said, "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...When I
became used to the light, I vaguely distinguished some dark, moving
Shapes. After a while, it seemed to me, that focusing my Dreaming
Attention on those Moving Shapes made them substantial. I noticed, that
there were three types: some of them were round, like Balls; others
were like Bells; and others yet like gigantic, undulating (wave-like)
Candle Flames. All of them were basically round and the same size. I
judged, that they were three to four feet in diameter. There were
hundreds, perhaps even thousands of them...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)...
"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...
"The
Art of Dreaming", p. 219, 246 and "The Power of Silence", p. 220-221:
"I have already said to you, that to be a natural Man or a natural
Woman is a matter of Positioning the Assemblage Point," don Juan said.
"By natural I mean someone, who was born either Male or Female.
To a Seer, the shiniest part of the Assemblage Point (of our Spirits,
LM) faces outward, in the case of Females and Inward, in the case of
Males. The Tenant's Assemblage Point was originally facing inward
(male), but he changed it by twisting it around and making his egglike
energy shape look like a shell, that has curled up on itself (to face
outside, to become a female, LM)...For example, as average men, we were
blind to the most Crucial Piece of Knowledge, available to a Human
Being: the Existence of the Assemblage Point (Tuning Point of our
Spirits, LM) and the fact, that it could Move. For a rational man it's
unthinkable, that there should be an Invisible (Assemblage) Point (of
our Spirit, LM), where Perception is assembled," he went on. "And yet
more unthinkable, that such a Point is not in the brain, as he might
vaguely expect...
that Sorcery was not incantations (chanting of charms, casting of
spells) and hocus-pocus, but the Freedom to Perceive not only the
World, taken for granted, but everything else, that was humanly
possible.
I asked him to explain again what Unbending Intent was. He said,
that... Unbending Intent was also the Force engendered (brought into
existence), when the Assemblage Point was maintained fixed in a
Position, which was not the Usual One. Don Juan then made a meaningful
distinction - which had eluded (escaped) me all these years - between a
Movement and a Shift of the Assemblage Point. A Movement, he said, was
a profound Change of Position, so extreme, that the Assemblage Point
might even reach Other Bands of Energy within our Total Luminous Mass
of Energy Fields. Each Band of Energy represented a completely
Different (Parallel one, LM) Universe to be perceived. A Shift,
however, was a Small movement within the Band of Energy Fields we
perceived as the World of Everyday Life..."
Here is the most
unusual information from "The Active Side of Infinity" (or briefly -
Intent) by
Carlos Castaneda, p. 168. This Disintegrating Force concerns everyone :
"...In the case of the recapitulation, the secret option, that only
Sorcerers take, is to choose to enhance their True Minds. The haunting
memory of your recollections," Don Juan went on, "could come only from
your True Mind. The other (reptilian) mind, that we all have and share
is, I would say, a cheap reptilian model: economy strength, one size
fits all. But this is a subject, that we will discuss later. What is at
stake now is the advent (arrival) of a Disintegrating Force. But not a
Force, that is disintegrating you - I don't mean it that way. It is
disintegrating what the Sorcerers call the Foreign Reptilian
Installation, which exists in your mind and in every other human being'
mind. The effect of the Force, that is descending on you, which is
disintegrating the Foreign Installation, is that it pulls Sorcerers out
of their syntax (list of rules, LM)... The males, going through it,
suffer infinitely more damage, than the females. I suppose, it's the
condition of women to be more durable. The Sorcerers of ancient Mexico,
acting as a group, tried their best to buttress (withstand) the impact
of this Disintegrating Force. In our day, we have no means of acting as
a group, so we must brace ourselves to face in solitude a Force, that
will sweep us away from language, for there is no way to describe
adequately what is going on."
p. 172-173
"... you have entered an irreversible process. Your true mind is
emerging, waking up from a state of lifelong lethargy. "Infinity is
claiming you," he continued. "Whatever means it uses to
point, that out to you cannot have any other reason, any other cause,
any other value, than that. What you should do, however, is to be
prepared for the onslaughts of infinity. You must be in a state of
continuously bracing yourself for a blow of tremendous magnitude...
p. 175
Your true mind is emerging, and it has nothing to do with the mind,
that is a Foreign Installation..."
Carlos
Castaneda - "The Fire From Within", p.p. 155-156, 189-192
"Don Juan and Genaro found, that statement so hilarious, that they
rolled on the floor laughing. I asked don Juan to explain my experience
with la Catalina. And both of them again howled with laughter. "Women
are definitely more bizarre, than men," don Juan finally said. "The
fact, that they have an extra opening between their legs makes them
fall prey to strange influences. Strange, powerful forces possess them
through that opening (vagina). That's the only way I can understand
their quirks (oddity, whim)." He kept silent for a while, and I asked,
what he meant by that.
"La Catalina came to us as a giant worm," he replied. Don Juan's
expression when he said that, and Genaro's explosion of laughter, took
me into sheer mirth.
I laughed, until I was nearly sick. Don Juan said, that la Catalina's
skill was so extraordinary, that she could do anything she wanted in
the realm of the beast. Her unparalleled display had been motivated by
her affinity (liking) with me. The final result of all that, he said,
was that la Catalina pulled my assemblage point with her.
"What did you two do as worms?" Genaro asked and slapped me on the
back. Don Juan seemed to be close to choking with laughter.
"That's why I've said, that women are more bizarre, than men," he
commented at last.
"I don't agree with you," Genaro said to don Juan. "The Nagual Julian
didn't have an extra hole between his legs and he was more weird, than
la Catalina. I believe she learned the worm image from him. He used to
do that to her." Don Juan jumped up and down, like a child, who is
trying to keep from wetting his pants.
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When he had regained a measure of calm, don Juan said, that the Nagual
Julian had a knack for creating and exploiting the most bizarre
situations. He also said, that la Catalina had given me a
superb example of the shift below. She had let me see her as the being,
whose form she had adopted by moving her assemblage point, and she had
then helped me move mine to the same position, that gave her her
monstrous appearance.
"The other teacher, that the Nagual Julian had," don Juan went on,
"taught him how to get to specific spots in that immensity of the area
below. None of us could follow him there, but all the members of his
party did, especially la Catalina and the Woman Seer, who taught her."
Don Juan further said, that a shift below entailed a view, not of
another world proper, but of our same world of everyday life seen from
a different perspective. He added, that in order for me to see another
world, I had to perceive another great band of the Eagle's emanations.
He then brought his explanation to an end. He said, that he had no time
to elaborate on the subject of the great bands of emanations, because
we had to be on our way... He said, that usually the Organic Beings
(humans), with their greater fields of energy, are the initiators of
communication with Inorganic Beings, but a subtle and sophisticated
follow-up is always the province of the Inorganic Beings. Once the
barrier is broken, Inorganic Beings change and become what Seers call
Allies. From that moment Inorganic Beings can anticipate the Seers's
most subtle thoughts or moods or fears. "The old Seers became
mesmerized by such devotion from their Allies," he went on. "Stories
are, that the old Seers could make their Allies do anything they
wanted. That was one of the reasons they believed in their own
invulnerability. They got fooled by their self-importance. The Allies
have power only if the Seer, who Sees them, is the paragon of
impeccability; and those old Seers just weren't..."Are there as many
Inorganic Beings, as there are living organisms?" I asked. He said,
that Inorganic Beings are not as plentiful, as Organic Ones, but that
this is offset (compensated) by the greater number of bands of
Inorganic Awareness. Also, the differences among the Inorganic Beings
themselves are more vast, than the differences among organisms, because
organisms belong to only one band, while Inorganic Beings belong to
seven bands. "Besides, Inorganic Beings live infinitely longer, than
organisms," he continued. "This matter is what prompted the old Seers
to concentrate their Seeing on the Allies, for reasons I will tell you
about later on." He said, that the old Seers also came to realize, that
it is the high energy of organisms and the subsequent high development
of their Awareness, that make them delectable morsels (greatly pleasing
snack) for the Eagle..."You must bear in mind, that everything on the
Earth is encased," he continued. "Whatever we perceive is made up of
portions of cocoons or vessels with emanations. Ordinarily, we don't
perceive the containers of Inorganic Beings at all. The total world is
made of the forty-eight bands," he said. "The world, that our
assemblage point assembles for our normal perception, is made up of two
bands; one is the organic band, the other is a band, that has only
structure, but no Awareness. The other forty-six great bands are not
part of the world we normally perceive. There are other complete
worlds, that our assemblage points can assemble," he went on. "The old
Seers counted seven such worlds, one for each band of Awareness. I'll
add, that two of those worlds, besides the world of everyday life, are
easy to assemble; the other five are something else...
"How big are their cocoons?" I asked.
"The cocoon of a giant tree is not much larger, than the tree itself.
The interesting part is, that some tiny plants have a cocoon almost as
big, as a human's body and three times its width. Those are power
plants. They share the largest amount of emanations with man, not the
emanations of Awareness, but other emanations in general. Another thing
unique about plants is, that their Luminosities have different casts.
They are pinkish in general, because their Awareness is pink. Poisonous
plants are a pale yellow pink and medicinal plants are a bright violet
pink. The only ones, that are white pink are power plants; some are
murky white, others are brilliant white. But the real difference
between plants and other Organic Beings is the location of their
assemblage points. Plants have it on the lower part of their cocoon,
while other Organic Beings have it on the upper part of their cocoon."
"What about the Inorganic Beings?" I asked. "Where do they have their
assemblage points?"
"Some have it on the lower part of their containers," he said. "Those
are thoroughly alien to human, but akin to plants. Others have it
anywhere on the upper part of their containers. Those are close to
human and other Organic Creatures." He added, that the old Seers were
convinced, that plants have the most intense communication with
Inorganic Beings; very large trees and very small plants have their
assemblage points extremely low in their cocoon. Because of this, a
great number of the old Seers' sorcery techniques were means (ways) to
harness the Awareness of trees and small plants in order to use them as
guides to descend to, what they called, the deepest levels of the dark
regions..."
"Don Juan stated, that Genaro, being the indisputable Master of
Awareness, had shown me the Dreaming Body many times, while I was in a
state of normal awareness. The effect, that Genaro was after with his
demonstrations, was to make my assemblage point move, not from a
position of Heightened Awareness, but from its normal setting. Don Juan
told me then, as if he were letting a secret be known, that Genaro was
waiting for us in some fields near the house to show me his Dreaming
Body. He repeated over and over, that I was now in the perfect state of
Awareness to See and understand, what the Dreaming Body really is.Then
he had me get up, and we walked through the front room to reach the
door to the outside. As I was about to open the door, I noticed, that
someone was lying on the pile of floor mats, that the apprentices used
as beds. I thought, that one of the apprentices must have returned to
the house, while don Juan and I were talking in the kitchen. I went up
to him, and then I realized, that it was Genaro. He was sound asleep,
snoring peacefully, lying face down. "Wake him up," don Juan said to
me. "We've got to be going. He must be dead tired." I gently shook
Genaro. He slowly turned around, made the sounds of someone, waking up
from a deep slumber. He stretched his arms, and then he opened his
eyes. I screamed involuntarily and jumped back. Genaro's eyes were not
human eyes at all. They were two points of intense amber light. The
jolt of my fright had been so intense, that I became dizzy. Don Juan
tapped my back and restored my equilibrium. Genaro stood up and smiled
at me. His features were rigid. He moved, as if he were drunk or
physically impaired. He walked by me and headed directly for the wall.
I winced at the imminent crash, but he went through the wall, as if it
were not there at all. He came back into the room through the kitchen
doorway. And then, as I looked in true horror, Genaro walked on the
walls, with his body parallel to the ground, and on the ceiling, with
his head upside down. I fell backwards, as I tried to follow his
movements. From that position I didn't see Genaro anymore; instead I
was looking at a blob of light, that moved on the ceiling above me and
on the walls, circling the room..."
"Then don Juan started his story about the Nagual Julian. He said, that
the Nagual Julian spent many, many years waiting for having an
apprentice Nagual (to replace Nagual Julian when he leave Earth). He
stumbled on don Juan one day while returning home after a short visit
with acquaintances in a nearby village.
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He was, in fact, thinking about an apprentice Nagual, as he walked on
the road, when he heard a loud gunshot and saw people scrambling in
every direction. He ran with them into the bushes by the side of the
road and only came out from his hiding place at the sight of a group of
people gathered around someone wounded, lying on the ground. The
wounded person was, of course, don Juan, who had been shot by the
tyrannical foreman. The Nagual Julian Saw instantly, that don Juan was
a special man, whose cocoon was divided into four sections instead of
two; he also realized, that don Juan was badly wounded. He knew, that
he had no time to waste. His wish had been fulfilled, but he had to
work fast, before anyone sensed, what was going on. He held his head
and cried: "They've shot my son!"
He was traveling with one of the Female Seers of his party, a husky
Indian woman, who always officiated publicly as his mean shrewish wife.
They were an excellent team of Stalkers. He cued the Woman Seer, and
she also started weeping and wailing for their son, who was unconscious
and bleeding to death. The Nagual Julian begged the onlookers not to
call the authorities, but rather to help him move his son to his house
in the city, which was some distance away. He offered money to some
strong young men, if they would carry his wounded, dying son. The men
carried don Juan to the Nagual Julian's house. The Nagual was very
generous with them and paid them handsomely. The men were so touched by
the grieving couple, who had cried all the way to the house, that they
refused to take the money, but the Nagual Julian insisted, that they
take it, to give his son luck. For a few days, don Juan did not know
what to think about the kind couple, who had taken him into their home.
He said that to him, the Nagual Julian appeared as an almost senile old
man. He was not an Indian, but was married to a young, irascible, fat
Indian wife, who was as physically strong, as she was ill-tempered. Don
Juan thought, that she was definitely a curer, judging by the way she
treated his wound and by the quantities of medicinal plants stashed
away in the room, where they had put him. The woman also dominated the
old man and made him tend to don Juan's wound every day. They had made
a bed for don Juan out of a thick floor mat, and the old man had a
terrible time kneeling down to reach him. Don Juan had to fight not to
laugh at the comical sight of the frail old man trying his best to bend
his knees. Don Juan said, that while the old man washed his wound, he
would mumble incessantly; he had a vacant look in his eyes; his hands
shook, and his body trembled from head to toe. When he was down on his
knees, he could never get up by himself. He would call his wife,
yelling in a raspy voice, filled with contained anger. The wife would
come into the room and both of them would get into a horrible argument.
Often she would walk out, leaving the old man to get up by himself. Don
Juan assured me, that he had never felt so sorry for anyone, as he felt
for that poor, kind old man. Many times he wanted to rise and help him
up, but he could hardly move himself. Once the old man spent half an
hour cursing and yelling, as he puffed and crawled like a slug, before
he dragged himself to the door and painfully lifted himself up to a
standing position. He explained to don Juan, that his poor health was
due to advanced age, broken bones, that had not mended properly, and
rheumatism. Don Juan said, that the old man raised his eyes toward
heaven and confessed to don Juan, that he was the most wretched man on
earth; he had come to the curer for help and had ended up marrying her
and becoming a slave."I asked the old man, why he didn't leave," don
Juan continued. "The old man's eyes widened with fear.
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He choked on his own saliva, trying to hush me and then he went rigid
and fell down like a log on the floor, next to my bed, trying to make
me stop talking. 'You don't know what you're saying; you don't know
what you're saying. Nobody can run away from this place, ' the old man
kept on repeating with a wild expression in his eyes. And I believed
him. I was convinced, that he was more miserable, more wretched, than I
had ever been myself. And with every day, that passed, I became more
and more uncomfortable in that house. The food was great and the woman
was always out curing people, so I was left with the old man. We talked
a lot about my life. I liked to talk to him. I told him, that I had no
money to pay him for his kindness, but that I would do anything to help
him. He told me, that he was beyond help, that he was ready to die, but
that if I really meant, what I said, he would appreciate it, if I would
marry his wife after he died. Right then I knew, the old man was nuts.
And right then I also knew, that I had to run away as soon, as
possible." Don Juan said, that when he was well enough to walk around
unaided, his benefactor gave him a chilling demonstration of his
ability, as a Stalker. Without any warning or preamble, he put don Juan
face to face with an inorganic living being. Sensing, that don Juan was
planning to run away, he seized the opportunity to scare him with an
ally, that was somehow able to look like a monstrous man. "The sight of
that ally nearly drove me insane," don Juan continued. "I couldn't
believe my eyes, and yet the monster was right in front of me. And the
frail old man was next to me whimpering and begging the monster to
spare his life. You see, my benefactor was like the old Seers; he could
dole out his fear, a piece at a time, and the ally was reacting to it.
I didn't know that. All I could see with my very own eyes, was a
horrendous creature advancing on us, ready to tear us apart, limb from
limb. The moment the ally lurched onto us, hissing like a serpent, I
passed out cold. When I came to my senses again, the old man told me,
that he had made a deal with the creature." He explained to don Juan,
that the man had agreed to let both of them live, provided don Juan
enter the man's service. Don Juan apprehensively asked what was
involved in the service. The old man replied, that it would be slavery,
but pointed out, that don Juan's life had nearly ended a few days back,
when he had been shot. Had not he and his wife come along to stop the
bleeding, don Juan would surely have died, so there was really very
little to bargain with, or to bargain for. The monstrous man knew that
and had him over a barrel. The old man told don Juan to stop
vacillating and accept the deal, because if he refused, the monstrous
man, who was listening behind the door, would burst in and kill them
both on the spot and be done with it. "I had enough nerve to ask the
frail old man, who was shaking like a leaf, how the man would kill us,"
don Juan went on. "He said, that the monster planned to break all the
bones in our bodies, starting with our feet, as we screamed in
unspeakable agony, and that it would take at least five days for us to
die. I accepted that man's conditions instantly. The old man, with
tears in his eyes, congratulated me and said, that the deal wasn't
really that bad. We were going to be more prisoners, than slaves of the
monstrous man, but we would eat at least twice a day; and since we had
life, we could work for our freedom; we could plot, connive, and fight
our way out of that hell...As long, as don Juan faced a scared, frail
old man, who seemed helpless, he was fairly at ease, comfortable. But
one day, soon after they had made the deal with what don Juan thought
of as a monstrous-looking man, his comfort was shot to pieces, when the
Nagual Julian gave don Juan another unnerving demonstration of his
stalking skills. Although don Juan was quite well by then, the Nagual
Julian still slept in the same room with him in order to nurse him.
When he woke up that day, he announced to don Juan, that their captor
was gone for a couple of days, which meant, that he did not have to act
like an old man. He confided to don Juan, that he only pretended to be
old, in order to fool the monstrous-looking man. Without giving don
Juan time to think, he jumped up from his mat with incredible agility;
he bent over and dunked his head in a pot of water and kept it there
for a while. When he straightened up, his hair was jet black, the gray
hair had washed away, and don Juan was looking at a man, he had never
seen before, a man perhaps in his late thirties. He flexed his muscles,
breathed deeply, and stretched every part of his body, as if he had
been too long inside a constricting cage. "When I saw the Nagual
Julian, as a young man, I thought, that he was indeed the devil," don
Juan went on.
"I closed my eyes and knew, that my end was near. The Nagual Julian
laughed until he was crying.Don Juan said, that the Nagual Julian then
put him at ease, by making him shift back and forth between the right
side and the left side Awareness. "For two days the young man pranced
(резвился) around the house," don Juan continued. "He told me stories
about his life and jokes, that sent me reeling around the room with
laughter. But what was even more astounding was, the way his wife had
changed. She was actually thin and beautiful. I thought she was a
completely different woman. I raved about how complete her change was
and how beautiful she looked. The young man said, that when their
captor was away, she was actually another woman." Don Juan laughed and
said, that his devilish benefactor was telling the truth. The woman was
really another Seer of the Nagual's Party. Don Juan asked the young
man, why they pretended to be, what they were not. The young man looked
at don Juan, his eyes filled with tears, and said, that the mysteries
of the world are indeed unfathomable. He and his young wife had been
caught by inexplicable forces and had to protect themselves with that
pretense. The reason why he carried on, the way he did, as a feeble old
man, was that their captor was always peeking in through cracks in the
doors. He begged don Juan to forgive him for having fooled him. Don
Juan asked who that monstrous-looking man was. With a deep sigh, the
young man confessed, that he could not even guess. He told don Juan,
that although he himself was an educated man, a famous actor from the
theater in Mexico City, he was at a loss for explanations. All he knew
was, that he had come to be treated for the consumption, that he had
suffered from for many years. He was near death, when his relatives
brought him to meet the curer. She helped him to get well, and he fell
madly in love with the beautiful young Indian and married her. His
plans were to take her to the capital, so they could get rich with her
curing ability. Before they started on the trip to Mexico City, she
warned him, that they had to disguise themselves, in order to escape a
sorcerer. She explained to him, that her mother had also been a curer,
and had been taught curing by that master sorcerer, who had demanded
that she, the daughter, stay with him for life. The young man said,
that he had refused to ask his wife about that relationship. He only
wanted to free her, so he disguised himself, as an old man and
disguised her, as a fat woman. Their story did not end happily. The
horrible man caught them and kept them as prisoners. They did not dare
to take off their disguise in front of that nightmarish man, and, in
his presence, they carried on, as if they hated each other; but in
reality, they pined for each other and lived only for the short times,
when that man was away. Don Juan said, that the young man embraced him
and told him, that the room, where don Juan was sleeping, was the only
safe place in the house. Would he please go out and be on the lockout,
while he made love to his wife? "The house shook with their passion,"
don Juan went on, "while I sat by the door, feeling guilty for
listening and scared to death, that the man would come back any minute.
And sure enough, I heard him coming into the house. I banged on the
door, and when they didn't answer, I walked in. The young woman was
asleep naked and the young man was nowhere in sight. I had never seen a
beautiful naked woman in my life. I was still very weak. I heard the
monstrous man rattling outside. My embarrassment and my fear were so
great, that I passed out...I went through all that myself. If you feel
the way you do on hearing about the Nagual Julian, think of the way I
must have felt myself living in his house for years. I judged him, I
feared him, and I envied him, in that order. I also loved him, but my
envy was greater, than my love. I envied his ease, his mysterious
capacity to be young or old at will; I envied his flair and above all
his influence on whoever happened to be around. It would drive me up
the walls to hear him engage people in the most interesting
conversation. He always had something to say; I never did, and I always
felt incompetent, left out."
"I've been telling you all along about the great findings, that the old
Seers made," he said. "Just as they found out, that organic life is not
the only life present on Earth, they also discovered, that the Earth
itself is a Living Being. The old Seers Saw, that the Earth has a
Cocoon," he went on. "They Saw, that there is a Ball, encasing the
Earth, a Luminous Cocoon, that entraps the Eagle's emanations. The
Earth is a Gigantic Sentient (conscious) Being, subjected to the same
forces we are." He explained, that the old Seers, on discovering this,
became immediately interested in the practical uses of that knowledge.
The result of their interest was, that the most elaborate categories of
their sorcery had to do with the Earth. They considered the Earth to be
the ultimate source of everything we are. Don Juan reaffirmed, that the
old Seers were not mistaken in this respect, because the Earth is
indeed our ultimate source...The magic key, that opens the Earth's
doors, is made of internal silence plus anything, that shines...He
explained, that what he called the Key to Everything, was the firsthand
Knowledge, that the Earth is a Sentient (conscious) Being and, as such,
can give warriors a tremendous boost; it is an impulse, that comes from
the Awareness of the Earth Itself at the instant, in which the
emanations, inside warriors' cocoons, are aligned with the appropriate
emanations inside the Earth's Cocoon. Since both the Earth and Human
are Sentient Beings, their emanations coincide, or rather, the Earth
has all the emanations, present in human and all the emanations, that
are present in all Sentient Beings, organic and inorganic for that
matter. When a moment of alignment takes place, Sentient Beings use
that Alignment in a limited way and perceive their world. Warriors can
use that alignment either to perceive, like everyone else, or as a
boost, that allows them to enter unimaginable worlds."
Carlos
Castaneda "Eagle's Gift", p. 43-45:
The feature of those Luminous Eggs, that had impressed me the most, was
their movements. They did not walk. They moved in a floating manner,
yet they were grounded. The way, they moved, was not pleasing. Their
movements were stilted, wooden, and jerky. When they were in motion,
the whole egg shape became smaller and rounder; they seemed to jump or
jerk, or shake up and down with great speed. The result was a most
annoying nervous shivering. Perhaps the closest,
I can get to describing the physical discomfort, caused by their
motion, would be to say, that I felt, as if the images on a moving
picture screen had been speeded up. Another thing, that had intrigued
me, was that I could not detect any legs. I had once seen a ballet
production, in which the dancers mimicked the movement of soldiers on
ice skates; for that effect they wore loose tunics, that hung all the
way to the floor. There was no way to see their feet: thus the
illusion, that they were gliding on ice. The Luminous Eggs, that
paraded in front of me, gave the impression, that they were sliding on
a rough surface. Their Luminosity shook up and down almost
imperceptibly, yet enough to make me nearly ill. When the Eggs were in
repose (rest) they became elongated. Some of them were so long and
rigid, that they brought to mind the idea of a wooden icon. Another,
even more disturbing feature of the Luminous Eggs, was the Absence of
Eyes. I had never realized so acutely, how we are drawn to the eyes of
Living Beings. The Luminous Eggs were thoroughly alive; they were
observing me with great curiosity. I could see them jerking up and
down, leaning over to watch me, but without any eyes. Many of those
Luminous Eggs had black Spots (Holes) on them, Huge Spots below the
midsection. Others did not. La Gorda had told me, that reproduction
affects the bodies of both Men and Women, by causing a Hole to appear
below the stomach, but the spots on those Luminous Eggs did not seem
like Holes to me. They were areas with no Luminosity, but there was no
depth to them. Those, that had the black Spots, seemed to be mellow,
tired; the crest (ridge, plume, helmet) of their Egg shape was wilted
(became limp, flaccid, droop, less energetic or spirited), it looked
opaque in comparison to the rest of their Glow. The ones without Spots,
on the other hand, were dazzlingly bright. They were vibrant, filled
with Energy and Whiteness...
156
The Power, that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the
Eagle, not because it is an eagle or has anything to do with an eagle,
but because it appears to the Seer as an immeasurable jet-black eagle,
standing erect, as an eagle stands, its height reaching to Infinity. As
the Seer gazes on the Blackness, that the Eagle is, four blazes of
light reveal, what the Eagle is like. The first blaze, which is like a
bolt of lightning, helps the Seer make out the contours of the Eagle's
body. There are patches of whiteness, that look like an eagle's
feathers and talons. A second blaze of lightning reveals the flapping,
wind-creating Blackness, that looks like an eagle's wings. With the
third blaze of lightning the Seer beholds a piercing, inhuman eye. And
the fourth and last blaze discloses, what the Eagle is doing. The Eagle
is devouring the Awareness of all the creatures, that alive on Earth, a
moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle's beak, like a
ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for
having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them
flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes
them; for Awareness is the Eagle's food. The Eagle, that Power, that
governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at
once all those living things. There is no way, therefore, for man to
pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace. The human part of
the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole. It is only from the
Eagle's actions, that a Seer can tell, what it wants. The Eagle,
although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has
granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any
one of them, if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of
Awareness, the Power to disobey the summons (request to appear, gather)
to die and be consumed. Every living thing has been granted the power,
if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it.
It is evident to the Seer, who Sees the Opening, and to the creatures,
that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift, in order to
perpetuate (prolong the memory) Awareness. For the purpose of guiding
living things to that Opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual
is a Double Being, to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in
the form of a human being, an animal, a plant, or anything else, that
lives, the Nagual, by virtue of its Doubleness, is drawn to seek that
hidden passageway. The Nagual comes in pairs, Male and Female. A Double
Man and a Double Woman become the Nagual only after the rule has been
told to each of them, and each of them has understood it and accepted
it in full. To the eye of the Seer, a Nagual Man or Nagual Woman
appears, as a Luminous Egg with four compartments. Unlike the average
human being, who has two sides only, a left and a right, the Nagual has
a left side divided into two long sections, and a right side equally
divided in two. The Eagle created the first Nagual Man and Nagual Woman
as Seers and immediately put them in the world to See. It provided them
with four female warriors, who were Stalkers, three male warriors, and
one male courier, whom they were to nourish, enhance, and lead to
freedom. The female warriors are called the four directions, the four
corners of a square, the four moods, the four winds, the four different
female personalities, that exist in the human race...In order to make
sure, that the first Nagual Man would lead his party to freedom and not
deviate from that path or become corrupted, the Eagle took the Nagual
Woman to the other World to serve as a beacon, guiding the party to the
Opening.
Carlos
Castaneda - "The Second Ring Of Power"
118-119
"What's the meaning of being INCOMPLETE? Everyone has told me, that
you're the only one, who can explain that," I said.
"It's a very simple matter," she said. "A COMPLETE Person is one, who
has never had children." She paused, as if she were allowing me time to
write down, what she had said. I looked up from my notes. She was
staring at me, judging the effect of her words. "I know, that the
Nagual told you exactly, what I've just said,"
she continued. "You didn't pay any attention to him and you probably
haven't paid any attention to me, either." I read my notes out loud and
repeated what she had said. She giggled. "The Nagual said, that an
INCOMPLETE Person is one, who has had children," she said, as if
dictating to me. She scrutinized me, apparently waiting for a question
or a comment. I had none. "Now I've told you everything about being
Complete and Incomplete," she said. "And I've told you, just like the
Nagual told me. It didn't mean anything to me at that time, and it
doesn't mean anything to you now." I had to laugh at the way she
patterned herself after don Juan.
"An Incomplete Person has a Hole in the stomach," she went on. "A
Sorcerer can See it as plainly, as you can see my head. When the Hole
is on the left side of one's stomach, the child, who created that Hole,
is of the same sex. If it is on the right side, the child is of the
opposite sex. The Hole on the left side is black, the one on the right
is dark brown."
"Can you See that Hole in anyone, who has had children?"
"Sure. There are two ways of Seeing it. A Sorcerer may See it in
Dreaming or by looking directly at a person. A Sorcerer, who Sees, has
no problems in viewing the Luminous Being to find out, if there is a
Hole in the Luminosity of the Body. But even if the Sorcerer doesn't
know how to See, he can look and actually distinguish the darkness of
the Hole through the clothing." She stopped talking. I urged her to go
on. "The Nagual told me, that you write and then you don't remember,
what you wrote," she said with a tone of accusation. I became entangled
in words, trying to defend myself. Nonetheless, what she had said, was
the Truth. Don Juan's words always had had a double effect on me: once,
when I heard for the first time whatever he had said, and then, when I
read at home, whatever I had written down and had forgotten about.
Talking to la Gorda, however, was intrinsically (inherent)
different. Don Juan's apprentices were not in any way as engulfing
(overwhelming), as he was. Their revelations, although
extraordinary, were only missing pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. The unusual
character of those pieces was, that with them the picture did not
become clearer, but that it became more and more complex.
"You had a brown Hole in the right side of your stomach," she
continued. "That means, that a Woman emptied you. You made a Female
child. The Nagual said, that
I had a huge Black Hole myself, because I made two Women. I never saw
the Hole, but I've Seen other people with Holes like mine.
"You said, that I had a Hole; don't I have it anymore?"
"No. It's been patched. The Nagual helped you to patch it. Without his
help, you would be more empty, than you are now."
"What kind of patch is it?"
"A patch in your Luminosity. There is no other way of saying it. The
Nagual said, that a Sorcerer, like himself, can fill up the Hole
anytime.
120-121
But, that filling is only a patch without Luminosity. Anyone, who Sees
or does Dreaming, can tell, that it looks like a lead patch on the
Yellow Luminosity of the rest of the body.
"The Nagual patched you and me and Soledad. But then he left it up to
us to put back the shine, the Luminosity."
"How did he patch us?"
"He's a Sorcerer, he put things in our bodies. He replaced us. We are
no longer the same. The patch is what he put there himself."
"But how did he put those things there and what were they?"
"What he put in our bodies was his own Luminosity and he used his hand
to do that. He simply reached into our bodies and left his fibers
there. He did the same with all of his six children and also with
Soledad. All of them are the same. Except Soledad; she's something
else." La Gorda seemed unwilling to go on. She vacillated (hesitate,
sway from one side to the other) and almost began to stutter (speak
with repetition, prolongation, hesitation).
"What is dona Soledad?" I insisted.
"It's very hard to tell," she said after considerable coaxing (urge,
persuade, plead). "She is the same, as you and me, and yet she's
different. She has the same Luminosity, but she's not together with us.
She goes in the opposite direction. Right now she's more like you. Both
of you have patches, that look like lead. Mine is gone and I'm again a
Complete, Luminous Egg. That is the reason I said, that you and I will
be exactly the same someday, when you become Complete again. Right now,
what makes us almost the same is the Nagual's Luminosity and the fact,
that both of us are going in the same direction and, that we both were
empty."
"What does a Complete Person look like to a Sorcerer?" I asked.
"Like a Luminous Egg made out of Fibers," she said. "All the Fibers are
Complete; they look like strings, taut strings. It looks, as if the
strings have been tightened like a drum is tightened. "On an empty
person, on the other hand, the fibers are crumpled up at the edges of
the Hole. When they have had many children, the Fibers don't look like
Fibers anymore. Those People look like two chunks of Luminosity,
separated by blackness. It is an awesome sight. The Nagual made me See
them one day, when we were in a park in the city."
Carlos Castaneda "The Art
of Dreaming" (about Inorganic Beings), p. 99:
When my objective inquiry into the subject of Inorganic Beings no
longer mattered to me, don Juan himself brought up the subject of my
Dream Journey into that Inorganic World. He said, "I don't think you
are aware of the Regularity of your Meetings with Inorganic Beings."
He was right. I had never bothered to think about it. I commented on
the oddity of my oversight.
"It isn't an oversight," he said. "It's the nature of that Realm to
foster (promote) Secretiveness. Inorganic Beings veil themselves in
Mystery, Darkness. Think about their World: Stationary, fixed to draw
us like moths to a light or a fire. There is something the Emissary
hasn't dared to tell you so far: that the Inorganic Beings are after
our Awareness or the Awareness of any Being, that falls into their
nets. They'll give us Knowledge, but they'll extract a payment: our
Total Being."
"Do you mean, don Juan, that the Inorganic Beings are like fishermen?"
"Exactly. At one moment, the Emissary will show you Men, who got caught
in there or other Beings, that are not Human, that also got caught in
there."
Revulsion and fear should have been my response. Don Juan's revelations
affected me deeply, but in the sense of creating uncontainable
curiosity. I was nearly panting.
"Inorganic Beings can't force anyone to stay with them," don Juan went
on. "To live in their World is a voluntary affair. Yet they are capable
of imprisoning any one of us by catering to our desires, by pampering
and indulging us. Beware of Awareness, that is immobile. Awareness like
that has to seek movement, and it does this, as I've told you, by
creating projections, phantasmagorical projections (like in the movie
Men in Black, LM) at times."
I asked don Juan to explain what "phantasmagorical projections" meant.
100
He said, that Inorganic Beings hook onto Dreamers' innermost Feelings
and play them mercilessly. They create Phantoms to please Dreamers or
frighten them. He reminded me, that I had wrestled with one of those
Phantoms. He explained, that Inorganic Beings are superb
Projectionists, who delight in Projecting themselves like pictures on
the wall.
"The Old Sorcerers were brought down by their inane (silly) trust in
those Projections," he continued. "The Old Sorcerers believed their
Allies had Power. They over
looked the fact, their Allies were Tenuous (lacking substance) Energy,
projected through Worlds, like in a Cosmic Movie (hologram)."
"You are contradicting yourself, don Juan. You yourself said, that the
Inorganic Beings are real. Now you tell me, that they are mere
pictures."
"I meant to say, that the Inorganic Beings, in our World, are like
moving pictures, projected on a screen; and I may even add, that they
are like moving pictures of rarefied (selective, esoteric) Energy,
projected through the boundaries of two Worlds."
"But what about Inorganic Beings in their World? Are they also like
moving pictures?"
"Not a chance. That World is as real, as our World. The Old Sorcerers
portrayed the Inorganic Beings' World as a Blob of Caverns and Pores,
floating in some Dark Space. And they portrayed the Inorganic Beings,
as Hollow Canes bound together, like the cells of our bodies. The Old
Sorcerers called that Immense Bundle the Labyrinth of Penumbra (partial
Shadow between Dark and Light). 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."...He said,
that Sorcerers have seen, that there are two types of Conscious Beings
roaming the Earth, the Organic and the Inorganic, and that in comparing
one with the other, they have seen, that both are Luminous Masses,
crossed from every imaginable angle by millions of the Universe's
Energy Filaments. They are different from each other in their shape and
in their degree of brightness. Inorganic Beings are Long and
Candlelike, but opaque, whereas Organic Beings are round and by far the
brighter. Another noteworthy difference, which don Juan said Sorcerers
have seen, is, that the Life and Consciousness of Organic Beings is
short-lived, because they are made to hurry, whereas the Life of
Inorganic Beings is infinitely longer and their Consciousness
infinitely more calm and deeper."
...I confessed, that something in that World had been giving me all
along the sensation, I was unique. What created this most pleasant and
clear feeling of being exclusive, was not the Voice of the Dreaming
Emissary, or anything I could consciously think about.
"That's exactly, what floored the Old Sorcerers," don Juan said.
101
"The Inorganic Beings did to them, what they are doing to you now; they
created for them the Sense of being Unique, exclusive, plus a more
pernicious (deadly) Sense yet: the Sense of having Power. Power and
Uniqueness are unbeatable as corrupting forces. Watch out!"
"How did you avoid that danger yourself, don Juan?"
"I went to that World a few times, and then I never went back."
Выдержки из книги Карлоса
Кастанеды "Искусство Выходов из Тела" (Carlos Castaneda "The Art of
Dreaming"):
"Don Juan was called the Nagual. It was explained to me, that this
concept refers to any person, male or female, who possesses a Specific
Kind of Energy Configuration, which to a Seer appears as a Double
Luminous Ball. Seers believe, that when One of These People enters into
the Sorcerers' World, that extra Load of Energy is turned into a
Measure of Strength and the Capacity for Leadership. Thus, the Nagual
is the Natural Guide, the Leader of a Party of Sorcerers."
Дон Хуан (don Juan): "В общем, Женщины имеют естественную способность
общаться с этим Миром Невидимых Неорганических Существ или НС
(Inorganic Beings); Женщины-Маги, конечно, в этом - Чемпионы, но Карол
Тигс (Женщина) лучше, чем все кого я знаю, потому что как Nagual Woman
- Женщина-Нагуал, она имеет Неиссякаемую Энергию."
Я (Карлос) подумал, что поймал Дон Хуана на слове, имея ввиду серьёзное
противоречие. Раньше он мне говорил, что НС (Неорганические Существа)
совсем не заинтересованы в Женщинах, а сейчас он мне говорит обратное.
"Нет. Я не утверждаю противоположное," ввернул он, когда я прижал его к
стенке. "Я говорил тебе, что НС (Неорганические Существа) не гоняются
за Женщинами; а только за Мужчинами. Но я также говорил тебе, что все
НС (Неорганические Существа) - Женского Рода, и что вся Вселенная - в
основном Женского Рода. А теперь, делай выводы сам."
(Для тех, кто читал
эту книгу Карлоса Кастанэды : The Dreaming Emissary - Спящий Эмиссар
или Помощник Неорганических Существ - это нефизическое
Существо женского рода ! ЛМ).
"Hold your Dream view of them (Alies) in your Mind. The reason they
have saturated you with their presence in your Dreams is, that they
want to create a memory of their shape in your Mind...What I felt was
an electric discharge, that almost made me drop the dark figure.
Don Juan stressed over and over, that My Energy Body had to unite all
its resources, in order to act.
"But hasn't My Energy Body been acting all along?" I asked.
"Part of it has, otherwise you wouldn't have journeyed to the Inorganic
Beings' Realm," he replied. "Now your Entire Energy Body has to be
engaged to perform the Drill of the Third Gate... At the Third Gate,
then, we need Irrational Fluidity, Irrational Abandon to counteract
that Insistence."... but there had been nothing in my experience,
comparable to the Fear I felt after my bout (wresling match) with the
Inorganic Beings."
To remember, then, means to relocate the Assemblage Point on the exact
position it occupied at the time those entrances into the Second
Attention occurred. Don Juan assured me not only, that sorcerers have
Total and Absolute Recall, but that they relive every experience they
had in the Second Attention by this Act of returning their Assemblage
Point to each of those specific positions. He also assured me, that
Sorcerers dedicate a lifetime to fulfilling this task of
Remembering. In the Second Attention, don Juan gave me very detailed
explanations of Sorcery, knowing, that the Accuracy and Fidelity
(Loyalty) of such instruction will remain with me, faithfully intact,
for the duration of my life. About this quality of faithfulness he
said, "Learning something in the Second Attention is just like
learning, when we were children. What we learn remains with us for
life. "It's second nature with me," we say when it comes to something
we've learned very early in life... Lack of Energy is what has put a
tight lid on Your Memory," Don Juan said. "When you have sufficient
Energy, your Memory will work fine...Energy tends to be cumulative; if
you follow the Warrior's Way impeccably, a Moment will come when Your
Memory Opens Up...
144-145
Yet all this wealth of experience was inaccessible to my normal Memory.
Only in the presence of don Juan were those memories at my disposal. I
asked him about this strange situation once, when we were at the
National Museum of Anthropology and History in Mexico City.
"It just happens, that the presence of the Nagual induces a Shift of
the Assemblage Point," he said. He guided me then into one of the
display rooms of the museum (of Anthropology and History in Mexico
City) and said, that my question was apropos (appropriate) to
what he had been planning to tell me.
"My intention was to explain to you, that the Position of the
Assemblage Point is like a Vault (chamber), where Sorcerers keep their
records," he said. "I was tickled pink, when your Energy Body felt my
Intent and you asked me about it. The Energy Body knows immensities
(boundless). Let me show you how much it knows."
He instructed me to enter into Total Silence. He reminded me, that I
was already in a special State of Awareness, because my Assemblage
Point had been made to Shift by his presence. He assured me, that
entering into Total Silence was going to allow the sculptures in that
room to make me See and Hear inconceivable (unbelievable) things. He
added, apparently to increase my confusion, that some of the
archaeological pieces in that room had the capacity to produce, by
themselves, a Shift of the Assemblage Point, and that, if I reached a
state of Total Silence, I would be actually witnessing scenes
pertaining to the lives of the people, who made those pieces. He then
began the strangest tour of a museum I have ever taken. He went around
the room, describing and interpreting astounding details of every one
of the large pieces. According to him, every archaeological piece in
that room was a purposeful record, left by the People of Antiquity, a
record, that don Juan, as a Sorcerer, was reading to me, as one would
read a book. "Every piece here is designed to make the Assemblage Point
Shift," he went on. "Fix your gaze on any of them, Silence Your Mind,
and find out whether or not your Assemblage Point can be made to Shift."
"How would I know, that it has shifted?"
"Because you would See and Feel things, that are beyond your normal
reach."
I gazed at the sculptures and Saw and Heard things, that I would be at
a loss to explain. In the past, I had examined all those pieces with
the bias of anthropology, always bearing in mind the descriptions of
scholars in the field. Their descriptions of the functions of those
pieces, rooted in modern man's cognition of the World, appeared to me,
for the first time, to be utterly prejudiced, if not asinine (utterly
stupid). What don Juan said about those pieces and what I heard and saw
myself, gazing at them, was the farthest thing from what I had always
read about them. My discomfort was so great, that I felt obliged to
apologize to don Juan for, what
I thought, was my suggestibility. He did not laugh or make fun of me.
He patiently explained, that Sorcerers were capable of leaving accurate
records of their findings in the Position of the Assemblage Point. He
maintained, that when it comes to getting to the essence of a written
account, we have to use our sense of sympathetic or imaginative
participation to go beyond the mere page, into the experience itself.
However, in the Sorcerers' World, since there are no written pages,
total records, which can be relived, instead of read, are left in the
Position of the Assemblage Point. To illustrate his argument, don Juan
talked about the Sorcerers' Teachings for the Second Attention. He
said, that they are given, when the apprentice's Assemblage Point is on
a place, other, than the normal one. The Position of the Assemblage
Point becomes, in this manner, the Record of the Lesson.
146-147
In order to play the Lesson back, the apprentice has to Return his/her
Assemblage Point to the Position it occupied, when the Lesson was
given. Don Juan concluded his remarks by reiterating, that to Return
the Assemblage Point to All the Positions it Occupied, when the Lessons
were Given, is an Accomplishment of the Highest Magnitude. "The
Recapitulation of our Lives never ends, no matter how well we've done
it once," don Juan said. "The reason average people lack volition
(willing, choosing, deciding) in their Dreams is, that they have never
Recapitulated, and their lives are filled to capacity with heavily
loaded emotions like memories, hopes, fears, et cetera, et cetera...
"How can this be, don Juan? How could I have forgotten all this?" And
he reaffirmed the same things, he always did.
"This type of remembering or forgetting has nothing to do with normal
memory," he assured me. "It has to do with the movement of the
Assemblage Point."
"The Active Side of
Infinity" (INORGANIC BEINGS ARE OUR RELATIVES ! LM)
196
"Don Juan said, that the Inorganic Beings, who populated our Twin
World,
were considered, by the Sorcerers of his Lineage, to be our Relatives.
Those shamans believed, that it was futile (useless, vain) to make
friends with our family members, because the demands, levied on us for
such friendships, were always exorbitant (excessive). He said, that
that type of Inorganic Being, who are our first cousins, communicate
with us incessantly, but that their communication with us is not at the
level of Conscious Awareness. In other words, we know all about them in
a subliminal way, while they know all about us in a deliberate,
conscious manner.
"The Energy from our first cousins is a drag (move with great
difficulty)!" don Juan went on. "They are as fucked, up as we are.
Let's say, that the Organic and Inorganic Beings of our Twin Worlds are
the children of two sisters, who live next door to each other. They are
exactly alike although they look different. They cannot help us, and we
cannot help them. Perhaps we could join together, and make a fabulous
family business corporation, but that hasn't happened. Both branches of
the family are extremely touchy and take offense over nothing, a
typical relationship between touchy first cousins. The crux of the
matter, the Sorcerers of ancient Mexico believed, that both, Human
Beings and Inorganic Beings from the Twin Worlds, are profound
egomaniacs (extreme egotism, obsessive preoccupation with the self)."
197
According to don Juan, another classification, that the Sorcerers of
ancient Mexico made of the Inorganic Beings, was that of Scouts, or
Explorers, and by this they meant Inorganic Beings, that came from the
depths of the Universe and which were possessors of Awareness,
infinitely sharper and faster, than that of Human Beings. Don Juan
asserted, that the Old Sorcerers had spent generations polishing their
Classification schemes, and their conclusions were, that certain types
of
Inorganic Beings from the category of Scouts or Explorers, because of
their vivaciousness, were akin to Human. They could make liaisons and
establish a symbiotic relation with men. The Old Sorcerers called these
kinds of Inorganic Beings - the Allies. Don Juan explained, that the
crucial mistake of those shamans with reference to this type of
Inorganic Being, was to attribute human characteristics to that
impersonal energy and to believe, that they could harness it. They
thought of those blocks of Energy as their helpers, and they relied on
them without comprehending that, being pure Energy, they didn't have
the power to sustain any effort."
198
"... I saw then two men approaching. They seemed to be local men,
perhaps Yaqui Indians from one of the Yaqui towns in the vicinity. They
came and stood by me. One of them nonchalantly asked me how I had been.
I wanted to smile at him, laugh, but I couldn't. My face was extremely
rigid. Yet I was ebullient. I wanted to jump up and down, but I
couldn't. I told him, that I had been fine. Then I asked them who they
were. I said to them, that I didn't know them, and yet I sensed an
extraordinary familiarity with them. One of the men said,
matter-of-factly, that they were my Allies. I stared at them, trying to
memorize their features, but their features changed."
199
"They seemed to mold themselves to the mood of my stare. No thoughts
were involved. Everything was a matter, guided by visceral (derived
from emotions) sensations. I stared at them long enough to erase their
features completely, and finally, I was facing two shiny Blobs of
Luminosity, that vibrated. The Blobs of Luminosity did not have
boundaries. They seemed to sustain themselves cohesively from within.
At times, they became flat, wide. Then they would take on a verticality
again, at the height of a man. Suddenly, I felt don Juan's arm hooking
my right arm and pulling me from the boulder. He said, that it was time
to go. The next moment, I was in his house again, in central Mexico,
more bewildered than ever."
"Today, you found Inorganic Awareness, and then you Saw it, as it
really is," he said. "Energy is the irreducible residue of everything.
As far, as we are concerned, to see Energy directly is the bottom line
for a Human Being. Perhaps there are other things beyond that, but they
are not available to us."
Don Juan asserted all this over and over, and every time he said it,
his words seemed to solidify me more and more, to help me return to my
normal state. I told don Juan everything I had witnessed, everything I
had heard. Don Juan explained to me, that I had succeeded that day in
transforming the anthropomorphic shape of the Inorganic Beings into
their essence: impersonal Energy aware of itself."
DESCRIPTION OF A TOTAL
HIGHER SELF BY CARLOS CASTANEDA - ОПИСАНИЕ НАШЕГО ТОТАЛЬНОГО
ВЫСШЕГО СУЩЕСТВА КАРЛОСОМ КАСТАНЕДА:
"I again had the sensations of being tossed, spinning, and falling down
at a tremendous speed. Then I exploded. I disintegrated. Something in
me gave out; it released something, I had kept locked up all my life. I
was thoroughly aware then, that my secret reservoir had been tapped
and, that it poured out unrestrainedly. There was no longer
the sweet unity I call "me." There was nothing and yet, that nothing
was filled. It was not light or darkness, hot or cold, pleasant or
unpleasant. It was not, that I moved or floated or was
stationary, neither was I a Single Unit, a Self, as I am accustomed to
being. I was a Myriad of Selves, which were all "Me," a colony
of separate Units, that had a special allegiance (loyalty,
fidelity) to one another and would join unavoidably to form one single
Awareness, my Human Awareness. It was not, that I "knew" beyond the
shadow of a doubt, because there was nothing, I could have "known"
with, but all my Single Awarenesses "knew", that the "I",
"the "Me," of my familiar world was a Colony, a Conglomerate (forming
into adhering mass) of separate and independent feelings, that had an
Unbending Solidarity to one another. The Unbending Solidarity
of my Countless Awarenesses, the Allegiance (loyalty), that those parts
had for one another, was my Life Force. A way of describing
that unified sensation, would be to say, that those Nuggets of
Awareness were scattered; each of them was aware of itself and none was
more predominant, than the other. Then something would stir
them, and they would join and emerge onto an area, where All of Them
had to be pooled in one Clump (clustered mass), the "Me" I
know. As "Me" "Myself" then, I would witness a coherent scene of
worldly activity, or a scene, that pertained (related) to other
worlds and which I thought must have been pure imagination,
or a scene, that pertained to "pure thinking," that is, I had views of
intellectual systems, or of ideas strung (string) together,
as verbalizations. In some scenes I talked to myself to my heart's
content. After every one of those coherent views the "Me" would
disintegrate
and be nothing once more...You are a Cluster. This is the sorcerers'
explanation."
Carlos Castaneda - "The
Power of Silence":
"Nagual seers see as a Luminous Sphere having four compartments, as if
four Luminous Balls have been compressed together. Because of their
extraordinary energy, naguals are intermediaries. Their energy allows
them to channel Peace, Harmony, Laughter, and Knowledge directly from
the Source, from Intent, and transmit them to their
companions...Dreaming, the Control and Utilization of Dreams; Stalking,
the Control of Behavior."
"Do you know that at this very moment you are surrounded by Eternity?
And do you know, that you can use that Eternity, if you so desire?"
"Do you know that you can extend yourself forever in any of the
directions I have pointed to?"
Carlos Castaneda - "Power
of Silence", p. 98-101 (описание 5го уровня сознания):
"This beautiful prairie was bathed in a Glow that, like Rays of Light,
emanated from the land itself. Wherever I looked, I saw familiar
features: rocks, hills, rivers, forests, canyons, enhanced and
transformed by their inner vibration, their Inner Glow. This Glow, that
was so pleasing to my eyes also tingled out of my very Being...As I
stared at the wondrous sight, Filaments of Light began to radiate from
everything on that prairie. At first it was like the explosion of an
infinite number of short fibers, then the fibers became long Threadlike
Strands of Luminosity, bundled together into Beams of Vibrating Light,
that reached Infinity. There was really no way for me to make sense of
what I was seeing, or to describe it, except as Filaments of Vibrating
Light. The Filaments were not intermingled or entwined. Although they
sprang, and continued to spring, in every direction, each one was
separate, and yet all of them were inextricably (incapable of being
freed) bundled together...Don Juan had explained, that the Universe is
made up of Energy Fields, which defy description or scrutiny
(surveillance). He had said, that they resembled Filaments of ordinary
Light, except, that ordinary electric Light is Lifeless, compared to
the Eagle's Emanations, which exude (come gradually through an opening)
Awareness. I had never, until this night, been able to see them in a
sustained manner, and indeed they were made out of a Light, that was
alive."
"...the Art of Dreaming is concerned with the Displacement of the
Assemblage Point. Then he defined Stalking as the Art, that deals with
the Fixation of the Assemblage Point on any location, to which it is
displaced...important to Make it Stay Fixed on its New Position. He
explained, that if the Assemblage Point does not become stationary,
there is no way, that we can Perceive Coherently. We would Experience
then a Kaleidoscope of Disassociated Images... In other words, we can
then be guided to perceive more in Terms of Our System, than in Terms
of Our Senses. He assured me, that Human Perception is Universally
homogeneous (similar), because the Assemblage Points of the Whole Human
Race are Fixed on the Same Spot! The Old Sorcerers preferred the Shifts
of the Assemblage Point, so they were always on more or less known,
predictable ground. We prefer the Movements of the Assemblage Point.
The Old Sorcerers were after the Human Unknown. We are after the
Nonhuman Unknown."
71
"He patiently explained, that by Staring at the foliage, I would
accomplish a minute Displacement of my Assemblage Point. Then, by
summoning (calling) my Dreaming Attention through Staring at
Individual Leaves, I would actually Fixate that minute Displacement,
and my Cohesion would make me perceive in terms of the Second
Attention. He added, with a chuckle, that the Process was so simple, it
was ridiculous. Don Juan was right. All I needed was to Focus my Sight
on the Leaves, maintain it, and in one instant I was drawn into a
Vortex-like sensation, extremely like the Vortexes in my Dreams. The
Foliage of the mesquite tree became a Universe of Sensory Data. It was
as if the foliage had swallowed me, but it was not only My Sight, that
was engaged; if I touched the leaves, I actually felt them. I could
also smell them. My Dreaming Attention was multisensorial instead of
solely visual, as in my regular Dreaming. What had begun as Gazing at
the foliage of the mesquite tree, had turned into a Dream. I believed I
was in a Dreamt tree, as I had been in trees of countless Dreams. And,
naturally, I behaved in this Dreamt tree as I had learned to behave in
my Dreams; I moved from item to item, pulled by the Force of a Vortex,
that took shape on whatever part of the tree I focused my
multisensorial Dreaming Attention. Vortexes were formed not only on
Gazing, but also on touching anything with any part of my body."
72-73
"A sudden motion around me shook everything and virtually made me
emerge
from a clump of leaves, as if I had broken away from the tree's
magnetic pull. I was facing then, from an elevation, an
immense horizon. Dark mountains and green vegetation surrounded me.
Another jolt of Energy made me shake from my bones out; then
I was somewhere else. Enormous trees loomed everywhere. They were
bigger, than the Douglas firs of Oregon and Washington State. Never had
I seen a forest like that. The scenery was such a contrast to the
aridness of the Sonoran desert, that it left me with no doubt, that I
was having a Dream. I held on to that extraordinary view,
afraid to let go, knowing, that it was indeed a Dream and would
disappear, once I had run out of Dreaming Attention. But the images
lasted, even when I thought I should have run out of Dreaming
Attention. A horrifying thought crossed my mind then: what if this was
neither a Dream, nor the Daily World?
Frightened, as an animal must experience fright, I recoiled (shrink,
spring back) into the clump of leaves I had emerged from. The momentum
of my backward motion kept me going through the tree foliage and around
the hard branches. It pulled me away from the tree, and in one split
second I was standing next to don Juan, at the door of his house, in
the desert in Sonora."
"All Women are Dreamers...Through the Medium of Awareness, Scouts from
All over the Universe come to us, and vice versa; via Awareness, (all
Women and men-sorcerers) Sorcerers go to the Ends of the
Universe...Awareness is an Energetic Element...For Sorcerers, who See,
Awareness is a Glow. They can hitch (connect, attach) their Energy Body
to that Glow and go with it...Women, in general, have a natural bent
for the Realm (of Inorganic Beings); Sorceresses are, of course, the
Champions...the Inorganic Beings don't pursue Females; they only go
after Males. But I've also said to you, that the Inorganic
Beings are Female, and that the Entire Universe is Female to a large
degree...The Women of your party (group), on the other hand, do it
(visit the Inorganic Beings' World) like changing skirts."
"The Death Defier was unavoidably caught in the nets of the Inorganic
Beings. Carol estimated, that he spent perhaps thousands of years as a
captive, until the moment he was capable of transforming himself into a
Woman. He had clearly seen this, as his way out of that World the day
he found out, that the Inorganic Beings regard the Female Principle as
imperishable (eternal). They believe, that the Female Principle has
such a pliability (adaptation, flexibility) and its Scope is so vast,
that its members are impervious (not affected) to traps and setups and
can hardly be held captive. The Death Defier's Transformation was so
complete and so detailed, that she was instantly spewed out
of the Inorganic Beings' Realm.
"Did she tell you, that the Inorganic Beings are still after her?" I
asked.
"Naturally they are after her," Carol assured me. "The Woman told me,
she has to fend off her pursuers every moment of her life."
"What can they do to her?"
"Realize she was a man and pull her back to captivity, I suppose. I
think she fears them more, than you can think it's possible to fear
anything."
Taisha Abelar's book
"Sorcerer's Crossing":
"...The reason the Nagual (Don Juan) could not reveal all his designs
to you was, because you're INCOMPLETE," la Gorda said all of a sudden.
"You still are, but now after your bouts (wrestle matches) with Soledad
and the sisters, you are stronger, than before."
"What's the meaning of being INCOMPLETE? Everyone has told me, that
you're the only one, who can explain that," I said.
"It's a very simple matter," she said. "A COMPLETE Person is one, who
has never had children." She paused, as if she were allowing me time to
write down what she had said. I looked up from my notes. She was
staring at me, judging the effect of her words. "I know, that the
Nagual (don Juan) told you exactly what I've just said," she continued.
"You didn't pay any attention to him and you probably haven't paid any
attention to me, either. The Nagual said, that an INCOMPLETE Person is
one, who has had children," she said as if dictating to me. She
scrutinized me, apparently waiting for a question or a comment. I had
none.
"Now I've told you everything about being Complete and Incomplete," she
said. "And I've told you just like the Nagual (don Juan)told me. It
didn't mean anything to me at that time, and it doesn't mean anything
to you now...An Incomplete Person has a Hole in the stomach," she went
on. "A Sorcerer can See it as plainly, as you can see my head. When the
Hole is on the left side of one's stomach, the child, who created that
Hole, is of the same sex. If it is on the right side, the child is of
the opposite sex. The Hole on the left side is black, the one on the
right is dark brown."
"Can you See that Hole in anyone, who has had children?"
"Sure. There are two ways of Seeing it. A Sorcerer may See it in
Dreaming or by looking directly at a person. A Sorcerer, who Sees, has
no problems in viewing the Luminous Being to find out if there is a
Hole in the Luminosity of the Body. But even if the Sorcerer doesn't
know how to See, he can look and actually distinguish the darkness of
the Hole through the clothing...You had a brown Hole in the right side
of your stomach," she continued. "That means, that a Woman (a child)
emptied you. You made a Female child. The Nagual said, that I had a
huge Black Hole myself, because I made two Women (children). I never
saw the Hole, but I've Seen other people with Holes like mine.
"You said, that I had a Hole; don't I have it anymore?"
"No. It's been patched. The Nagual helped you to patch it. Without his
help you would be more empty, than you are now."
"What kind of patch is it?"
"A patch in your Luminosity. There is no other way of saying it. The
Nagual said, that a Sorcerer, like himself, can fill up the Hole
anytime. But that filling is only a patch without Luminosity. Anyone,
who Sees or does Dreaming, can tell, that it looks like a lead (metal)
patch on the Yellow (Whitish) Luminosity of the rest of the body. The
Nagual patched you and me and Soledad. But then he left it up to us to
put back the shine, the Luminosity."
"How did he patch us?"
"He's a Sorcerer, he put things in our bodies. He replaced us. We are
no longer the same. The patch is what he put there himself."
"But how did he put those things there and what were they?"
"What he put in our bodies was his own Luminosity and he used his hand
to do that. He simply reached into our bodies and left his fibers
there. He did the same with all of his six children and also with
Soledad. All of them are the same. Except Soledad; she's something
else."
La Gorda seemed unwilling to go on. She vacillated (hesitated) and
almost began to stutter.
"What is dona Soledad?" I insisted.
"It's very hard to tell," she said after considerable coaxing. "She is
the same, as you and me, and yet she's different. She has the same
Luminosity, but she's not together with us. She goes in the opposite
direction. Right now she's more like you. Both of you have patches,
that look like lead. Mine is gone and I'm again a Complete, Luminous
Egg. That is the reason I said, that you and I will be exactly the same
someday, when you become Complete again. Right now what makes us almost
the same is the Nagual's Luminosity and the fact, that both of us are
going in the same direction and that we both were empty."
"What does a Complete Person look like to a Sorcerer?" I asked.
"Like a Luminous Egg made out of Fibers," she said. "All the Fibers are
Complete; they look like strings, taut strings. It looks, as if the
strings have been tightened like a drum is tightened. On an empty
person, on the other hand, the fibers are crumpled up at the edges of
the Hole. When they have had many children, the Fibers don't look like
Fibers anymore. Those People look like two chunks of Luminosity,
separated by Blackness. It is an awesome sight. The Nagual made me See
them one day, when we were in a park in the city."
"Why do you think the Nagual never told me about all this?"
"He told you everything, but you never understood him correctly. As
soon, as he realized, that you were not understanding what he was
saying, he was compelled to change the subject. Your emptiness
prevented you from understanding. The Nagual said, that it was
perfectly natural for you not to understand. Once a Person becomes
Incomplete, he's actually empty like a gourd, that has been hollowed
out.
It didn't matter to you how many times he told you, that you were
empty; it didn't matter, that he even explained it to you. You never
knew what he meant, or worse yet, you didn't want to know..."
Carlos Castaneda - "The
Power of Silence", p. 17-24:
"...our death was a black spot right behind the left shoulder. He said,
that Sorcerers knew, when a person was close to dying, because they
could see the dark spot, which became a moving shadow the exact size
and shape of the person to whom it belonged. As he recognized the
imminent presence of death, the Nagual was plunged into a numbing
perplexity. He wondered, why the Spirit was singling out such a sick
person. He had been taught, that in a natural state replacement, not
repair, prevailed (widespread). And the Nagual doubted, that
he had the ability or the strength to heal this young man, or resist
the black shadow of his death. He even doubted, if he would be able to
discover, why the Spirit had involved him in a display of such obvious
waste. The Nagual could do nothing, but stay with the actor, follow him
around, and wait for the opportunity to see in greater depth. Don Juan
explained, that a Nagual's first reaction, upon being faced with the
manifestations of the Spirit , is to see the persons involved. The
Nagual Elias had been meticulous about seeing the man the moment he
laid eyes on him...He saw, that the actor's black shadow had grown to
almost twice his height. The Nagual deduced from the mysterious hard
look in the young woman's eyes, that she too had felt the black shadow
of death at an intuitive level...Black Shadow struck the actor. It went
like a dagger, with pinpoint accuracy into his gap...he had described
the gap, an Opening in our Luminous Shell at the height of the navel,
where the Force of Death ceaselessly struck. What don Juan now
explained was, that when death hit healthy Beings, it was with a
ball-like blow - like the punch of a fist. But when Beings were dying,
Death struck them with a dagger-like thrust (stab). Thus the Nagual
Elias knew without any question, that the actor was as good, as dead,
and his death automatically finished his own interest in the Spirit's
designs. There were no designs left; death had leveled everything. He
rose from his hiding place and started to leave, when something made
him hesitate. It was the young woman's calmness. She was
nonchalantly (cool, indifferently) putting on the few pieces of
clothing she had taken off and was whistling tunelessly, as if nothing
had happened. And then the Nagual saw, that in relaxing to accept the
presence of death, the man's body had released a protecting veil and
revealed his true nature. He was a double man of tremendous resources,
capable of creating a screen for protection or disguise - a natural
Sorcerer and a perfect candidate for a Nagual-Apprentice, had it not
been for the black Shadow of Death. The Nagual was completely taken
aback by that sight. He now understood the designs of the Spirit, but
failed to comprehend, how such a useless man could fit in the
Sorcerers' Scheme of things. The woman in the meantime had stood up and
without so much as a glance at the man, whose body was contorting with
death spasms, walked away. The Nagual then saw her Luminosity and
realized, that her extreme aggressiveness was the result of an Enormous
Flow of Superfluous (Excessive) Energy. He became convinced, that if
she did not put that energy to sober use, it would get the best of her
and there was no telling, what misfortunes it would cause her. As the
Nagual watched the unconcern, with which she walked away, he realized,
that the Spirit had given him another Manifestation. He
needed to be calm, nonchalant (cool). He needed to act, as if he had
nothing to lose, and intervene for the hell of it. In true Nagual
fashion he decided to tackle the impossible, with noone, except the
Spirit as witness. Don Juan commented, that it took incidents like this
to test whether a Nagual is the real thing or a fake. Naguals make
decisions. With no regard for the consequences, they take action or
choose not to. Imposters ponder and become paralyzed. The Nagual Elias,
having made his decision, walked calmly to the side of the dying man
and did the first thing his body, not his mind, compelled him to do: he
struck the man's Assemblage Point (Point of Perception) to cause him to
enter into Heightened Awareness. He struck him frantically again and
again, until his Assemblage Point moved. Aided by the Force of Death
itself, the Nagual's blows sent the man's Assemblage Point to a place,
where Death no longer mattered, and there he stoped dying. By the time
the actor was breathing again, the Nagual had become aware of the
magnitude of his responsibility. If the man was to fend off (resist)
the Force of his Death, it would be necessary for him to remain in deep
Heightened Awareness, until death had been repelled. The man's advanced
physical deterioration meant: he could not be moved from the spot or he
would instantly die. The Nagual did the only thing possible under the
circumstances: he built a shack around the body. There, for three
months he nursed the totally immobilized man."..I was aware of the
rural peoples' passion about land ownership and its accompanying
feelings of territoriality. Don Juan admitted, that he had asked the
same question himself. And the Nagual Elias had said, that the Spirit
itself had made it possible. This was the case with everything a Nagual
undertook, providing he followed the Spirit's Manifestations.
The first thing the Nagual Elias did, when the actor was breathing
again, was to run after the young woman. She was an important part of
the Spirit's Manifestations. He caught up with her not too far from the
spot, where the actor lay barely alive...Rather, than talking to her
about the man's plight (difficult situation) and trying to convince her
to help him, he again assumed total responsibility for his actions and
jumped on her like a lion, striking her Assemblage Point a Mighty Blow.
Both she and the actor were capable of sustaining Life or Death Blows.
Her Assemblage Point moved, but began to shift erratically once it was
loose. The Nagual carried the young woman to where the actor lay. Then
he spent the entire day trying to keep her from losing her mind and the
man from losing his life. When he was fairly certain, he had a degree
of control, he went to the woman's father and told him, that lightning
must have struck his daughter and made her temporarily mad. He took the
father to where she lay and said, that the young man, whoever he was,
had taken the whole charge of the lightning with his body, thus saving
the girl from certain death, but injuring himself to the point, that he
could not be moved. The grateful father helped the Nagual build the
shack for the man, who had saved his daughter. And in three months the
Nagual accomplished the impossible. He healed the young man. When the
time came for the Nagual to leave, his sense of responsibility and his
duty required him both: to warn the young woman about her excess energy
and the injurious consequences it would have on her life and well
being, and to ask her to join the Sorcerers' World, as that would be
the only defense against her Self-destructive Strength. The woman did
not respond. And the Nagual Elias was obliged to tell her, what every
Nagual has said to a prospective apprentice throughout the ages: that
Sorcerers speak of Sorcery as magical, mysterious Bird, which has
paused in its flight for a moment, in order to give man hope and
purpose; that Sorcerers live under the wing of that Bird, which they
call the Bird of Wisdom, the Bird of Freedom; that they nourish it with
their dedication and impeccability. He told her, that Sorcerers knew:
the flight of the Bird of Freedom was always a straight line, since it
had no way of making a loop, no way of circling back and returning; and
that the Bird of Freedom could do only two things, take Sorcerers
along, or leave them behind. The Nagual Elias could not talk to the
young actor, who was still mortally ill, in the same way. The young man
did not have much of a choice. Still, the Nagual told him, that if he
wanted to be cured, he would have to follow the Nagual unconditionally.
The actor accepted the terms instantly. The day the Nagual Elias and
the actor started back home, the young woman was waiting silently at
the edge of town. She carried no suitcases, not even a basket. She
seemed to have come merely to see them off. The Nagual kept walking
without looking at her, but the actor, being carried on a stretcher,
strained to say goodbye to her. She laughed and wordlessly merged into
the Nagual's party. She had no doubts and no problem about leaving
everything behind. She had understood perfectly, that there was no
second chance for her, that the Bird of Freedom either took Sorcerers
along or left them behind. Don Juan commented, that that was not
surprising. The force of the Nagual's personality was always so
overwhelming, that he was practically irresistible, and the Nagual
Elias had affected those two people deeply. He had had three months of
daily interaction to accustom them to his consistency, his detachment,
his objectivity. They had become enchanted by his sobriety and, above
all, by his total dedication to them. Through his example and his
actions, the Nagual Elias had given them a sustained view of the
Sorcerers' World: supportive and nurturing, yet utterly demanding. It
was a world, that admitted very few mistakes. Don Juan reminded me then
of something, he had repeated to me often, but which I had always
managed not to think about. He said, that I should not forget, even for
an instant, that the Bird of Freedom had very little patience with
indecision, and when it flew away, it never returned. "That woman was
so powerful, that she could dance circles around anyone," he said. "Her
name was Talia."
Carlos Castaneda "Eagle's
Gift", p. 43-45:
The feature of those Luminous Eggs, that had impressed me the most, was
their movements. They did not walk. They moved in a floating manner,
yet they were grounded. The way, they moved, was not pleasing. Their
movements were stilted, wooden, and jerky. When they were in motion,
the whole egg shape became smaller and rounder; they seemed to jump or
jerk, or shake up and down with great speed. The result was a most
annoying nervous shivering. Perhaps the closest,
I can get to describing the physical discomfort, caused by their
motion, would be to say, that I felt, as if the images on a moving
picture screen had been speeded up. Another thing, that had intrigued
me, was that I could not detect any legs. I had once seen a ballet
production, in which the dancers mimicked the movement of soldiers on
ice skates; for that effect they wore loose tunics, that hung all the
way to the floor. There was no way to see their feet: thus the
illusion, that they were gliding on ice. The Luminous Eggs, that
paraded in front of me, gave the impression, that they were sliding on
a rough surface. Their Luminosity shook up and down almost
imperceptibly, yet enough to make me nearly ill. When the Eggs were in
repose (rest) they became elongated. Some of them were so long and
rigid, that they brought to mind the idea of a wooden icon. Another,
even more disturbing feature of the Luminous Eggs, was the Absence of
Eyes. I had never realized so acutely, how we are drawn to the eyes of
Living Beings. The Luminous Eggs were thoroughly alive; they were
observing me with great curiosity. I could see them jerking up and
down, leaning over to watch me, but without any eyes. Many of those
Luminous Eggs had black Spots (Holes) on them, Huge Spots below the
midsection. Others did not. La Gorda had told me, that reproduction
affects the bodies of both Men and Women, by causing a Hole to appear
below the stomach, but the spots on those Luminous Eggs did not seem
like Holes to me. They were areas with no Luminosity, but there was no
depth to them. Those, that had the black Spots, seemed to be mellow,
tired; the crest (ridge, plume, helmet) of their Egg shape was wilted
(became limp, flaccid, droop, less energetic or spirited), it looked
opaque in comparison to the rest of their Glow. The ones without Spots,
on the other hand, were dazzlingly bright. They were vibrant, filled
with Energy and Whiteness...
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The Power, that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the
Eagle, not because it is an eagle or has anything to do with an eagle,
but because it appears to the Seer as an immeasurable jet-black eagle,
standing erect, as an eagle stands, its height reaching to Infinity. As
the Seer gazes on the Blackness, that the Eagle is, four blazes of
light reveal, what the Eagle is like. The first blaze, which is like a
bolt of lightning, helps the Seer make out the contours of the Eagle's
body. There are patches of whiteness, that look like an eagle's
feathers and talons. A second blaze of lightning reveals the flapping,
wind-creating Blackness, that looks like an eagle's wings. With the
third blaze of lightning the Seer beholds a piercing, inhuman eye. And
the fourth and last blaze discloses, what the Eagle is doing. The Eagle
is devouring the Awareness of all the creatures, that alive on Earth, a
moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle's beak, like a
ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for
having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them
flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes
them; for Awareness is the Eagle's food. The Eagle, that Power, that
governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at
once all those living things. There is no way, therefore, for man to
pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace. The human part of
the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole. It is only from the
Eagle's actions, that a Seer can tell, what it wants. The Eagle,
although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has
granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any
one of them, if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of
Awareness, the Power to disobey the summons (request to appear, gather)
to die and be consumed. Every living thing has been granted the power,
if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it.
It is evident to the Seer, who Sees the Opening, and to the creatures,
that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift, in order to
perpetuate (prolong the memory) Awareness. For the purpose of guiding
living things to that Opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual
is a Double Being, to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in
the form of a human being, an animal, a plant, or anything else, that
lives, the Nagual, by virtue of its Doubleness, is drawn to seek that
hidden passageway. The Nagual comes in pairs, Male and Female. A Double
Man and a Double Woman become the Nagual only after the rule has been
told to each of them, and each of them has understood it and accepted
it in full. To the eye of the Seer, a Nagual Man or Nagual Woman
appears, as a Luminous Egg with four compartments. Unlike the average
human being, who has two sides only, a left and a right, the Nagual has
a left side divided into two long sections, and a right side equally
divided in two. The Eagle created the first Nagual Man and Nagual Woman
as Seers and immediately put them in the world to See. It provided them
with four female warriors, who were Stalkers, three male warriors, and
one male courier, whom they were to nourish, enhance, and lead to
freedom. The female warriors are called the four directions, the four
corners of a square, the four moods, the four winds, the four different
female personalities, that exist in the human race...In order to make
sure, that the first Nagual Man would lead his party to freedom and not
deviate from that path or become corrupted, the Eagle took the Nagual
Woman to the other World to serve as a beacon, guiding the party to the
Opening.
Carlos Castaneda - "The
Second Ring Of Power"
118-119
"What's the meaning of being INCOMPLETE? Everyone has told me, that
you're the only one, who can explain that," I said.
"It's a very simple matter," she said. "A COMPLETE Person is one, who
has never had children." She paused, as if she were allowing me time to
write down, what she had said. I looked up from my notes. She was
staring at me, judging the effect of her words. "I know, that the
Nagual told you exactly, what I've just said,"
she continued. "You didn't pay any attention to him and you probably
haven't paid any attention to me, either." I read my notes out loud and
repeated what she had said. She giggled. "The Nagual said, that an
INCOMPLETE Person is one, who has had children," she said, as if
dictating to me. She scrutinized me, apparently waiting for a question
or a comment. I had none. "Now I've told you everything about being
Complete and Incomplete," she said. "And I've told you, just like the
Nagual told me. It didn't mean anything to me at that time, and it
doesn't mean anything to you now." I had to laugh at the way she
patterned herself after don Juan.
"An Incomplete Person has a Hole in the stomach," she went on. "A
Sorcerer can See it as plainly, as you can see my head. When the Hole
is on the left side of one's stomach, the child, who created that Hole,
is of the same sex. If it is on the right side, the child is of the
opposite sex. The Hole on the left side is black, the one on the right
is dark brown."
"Can you See that Hole in anyone, who has had children?"
"Sure. There are two ways of Seeing it. A Sorcerer may See it in
Dreaming or by looking directly at a person. A Sorcerer, who Sees, has
no problems in viewing the Luminous Being to find out, if there is a
Hole in the Luminosity of the Body. But even if the Sorcerer doesn't
know how to See, he can look and actually distinguish the darkness of
the Hole through the clothing." She stopped talking. I urged her to go
on. "The Nagual told me, that you write and then you don't remember,
what you wrote," she said with a tone of accusation. I became entangled
in words, trying to defend myself. Nonetheless, what she had said, was
the Truth. Don Juan's words always had had a double effect on me: once,
when I heard for the first time whatever he had said, and then, when I
read at home, whatever I had written down and had forgotten about.
Talking to la Gorda, however, was intrinsically (inherent)
different. Don Juan's apprentices were not in any way as engulfing
(overwhelming), as he was. Their revelations, although
extraordinary, were only missing pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. The unusual
character of those pieces was, that with them the picture did not
become clearer, but that it became more and more complex.
"You had a brown Hole in the right side of your stomach," she
continued. "That means, that a Woman emptied you. You made a Female
child. The Nagual said, that
I had a huge Black Hole myself, because I made two Women. I never saw
the Hole, but I've Seen other people with Holes like mine.
"You said, that I had a Hole; don't I have it anymore?"
"No. It's been patched. The Nagual helped you to patch it. Without his
help, you would be more empty, than you are now."
"What kind of patch is it?"
"A patch in your Luminosity. There is no other way of saying it. The
Nagual said, that a Sorcerer, like himself, can fill up the Hole
anytime.
120-121
But, that filling is only a patch without Luminosity. Anyone, who Sees
or does Dreaming, can tell, that it looks like a lead patch on the
Yellow Luminosity of the rest of the body.
"The Nagual patched you and me and Soledad. But then he left it up to
us to put back the shine, the Luminosity."
"How did he patch us?"
"He's a Sorcerer, he put things in our bodies. He replaced us. We are
no longer the same. The patch is what he put there himself."
"But how did he put those things there and what were they?"
"What he put in our bodies was his own Luminosity and he used his hand
to do that. He simply reached into our bodies and left his fibers
there. He did the same with all of his six children and also with
Soledad. All of them are the same. Except Soledad; she's something
else." La Gorda seemed unwilling to go on. She vacillated (hesitate,
sway from one side to the other) and almost began to stutter (speak
with repetition, prolongation, hesitation).
"What is dona Soledad?" I insisted.
"It's very hard to tell," she said after considerable coaxing (urge,
persuade, plead). "She is the same, as you and me, and yet she's
different. She has the same Luminosity, but she's not together with us.
She goes in the opposite direction. Right now she's more like you. Both
of you have patches, that look like lead. Mine is gone and I'm again a
Complete, Luminous Egg. That is the reason I said, that you and I will
be exactly the same someday, when you become Complete again. Right now,
what makes us almost the same is the Nagual's Luminosity and the fact,
that both of us are going in the same direction and, that we both were
empty."
"What does a Complete Person look like to a Sorcerer?" I asked.
"Like a Luminous Egg made out of Fibers," she said. "All the Fibers are
Complete; they look like strings, taut strings. It looks, as if the
strings have been tightened like a drum is tightened. "On an empty
person, on the other hand, the fibers are crumpled up at the edges of
the Hole. When they have had many children, the Fibers don't look like
Fibers anymore. Those People look like two chunks of Luminosity,
separated by blackness. It is an awesome sight. The Nagual made me See
them one day, when we were in a park in the city."
Carlos Castaneda "The Art
of Dreaming" (about Inorganic Beings), p. 99:
When my objective inquiry into the subject of Inorganic Beings no
longer mattered to me, don Juan himself brought up the subject of my
Dream Journey into that Inorganic World. He said, "I don't think you
are aware of the Regularity of your Meetings with Inorganic Beings."
He was right. I had never bothered to think about it. I commented on
the oddity of my oversight.
"It isn't an oversight," he said. "It's the nature of that Realm to
foster (promote) Secretiveness. Inorganic Beings veil themselves in
Mystery, Darkness. Think about their World: Stationary, fixed to draw
us like moths to a light or a fire. There is something the Emissary
hasn't dared to tell you so far: that the Inorganic Beings are after
our Awareness or the Awareness of any Being, that falls into their
nets. They'll give us Knowledge, but they'll extract a payment: our
Total Being."
"Do you mean, don Juan, that the Inorganic Beings are like fishermen?"
"Exactly. At one moment, the Emissary will show you Men, who got caught
in there or other Beings, that are not Human, that also got caught in
there."
Revulsion and fear should have been my response. Don Juan's revelations
affected me deeply, but in the sense of creating uncontainable
curiosity. I was nearly panting.
"Inorganic Beings can't force anyone to stay with them," don Juan went
on. "To live in their World is a voluntary affair. Yet they are capable
of imprisoning any one of us by catering to our desires, by pampering
and indulging us. Beware of Awareness, that is immobile. Awareness like
that has to seek movement, and it does this, as I've told you, by
creating projections, phantasmagorical projections (Men in Black,
Ghosts, Phantoms as well, LM) at times."
I asked don Juan to explain what "phantasmagorical projections" meant.
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He said, that Inorganic Beings hook onto Dreamers' innermost Feelings
and play them mercilessly. They create Phantoms to please Dreamers or
frighten them. He reminded me, that I had wrestled with one of those
Phantoms. He explained, that Inorganic Beings are superb
Projectionists, who delight in Projecting themselves like pictures on
the wall.
"The Old Sorcerers were brought down by their inane (silly) trust in
those Projections," he continued. "The Old Sorcerers believed their
Allies had Power. They overlooked the fact, their Allies were Tenuous
(lacking substance) Energy,
projected through Worlds, like in a Cosmic Movie (hologram)."
"You are contradicting yourself, don Juan. You yourself said, that the
Inorganic Beings are real. Now you tell me, that they are mere
pictures."
"I meant to say, that the Inorganic Beings, in our World, are like
moving pictures, projected on a screen; and I may even add, that they
are like moving pictures of rarefied (selective, esoteric) Energy,
projected through the boundaries of two Worlds."
"But what about Inorganic Beings in their World? Are they also like
moving pictures?"
"Not a chance. That World is as real, as our World. The Old Sorcerers
portrayed the Inorganic Beings' World as a Blob of Caverns and Pores,
floating in some Dark Space. And they portrayed the Inorganic Beings,
as Hollow Canes bound together, like the cells of our bodies. The Old
Sorcerers called that Immense Bundle the Labyrinth of Penumbra (partial
Shadow between Dark and Light). 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."...He said,
that Sorcerers have seen, that there are two types of Conscious Beings
roaming the Earth, the Organic and the Inorganic, and that in comparing
one with the other, they have seen, that both are Luminous Masses,
crossed from every imaginable angle by millions of the Universe's
Energy Filaments. They are different from each other in their shape and
in their degree of brightness. Inorganic Beings are Long and
Candlelike, but opaque, whereas Organic Beings are round and by far the
brighter. Another noteworthy difference, which don Juan said Sorcerers
have seen, is, that the Life and Consciousness of Organic Beings is
short-lived, because they are made to hurry, whereas the Life of
Inorganic Beings is infinitely longer and their Consciousness
infinitely more calm and deeper."
...I confessed, that something in that World had been giving me all
along the sensation, I was unique. What created this most pleasant and
clear feeling of being exclusive, was not the Voice of the Dreaming
Emissary, or anything I could consciously think about.
"That's exactly, what floored the Old Sorcerers," don Juan said.
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"The Inorganic Beings did to them, what they are doing to you now; they
created for them the Sense of being Unique, exclusive, plus a more
pernicious (deadly) Sense yet: the Sense of having Power. Power and
Uniqueness are unbeatable as corrupting forces. Watch out!"
"How did you avoid that danger yourself, don Juan?"
"I went to that World a few times, and then I never went back."
Some Inorganic
Beings became Organic, by adopting the form of round stones or stoney
tubes in many places on Earth thousands of years ago! These are alive
and visible Players or Awareness present in Planetary Game! Тысячи лет
назад некоторые цивлизации Вселенной приняли формы круглых камней или
каменных труб, чтобы смешать свою кипящую Энергию с нашей Волнистой и
Белой! Это - Живые Игроки Планетарной Игры!
