Force of Intent - Planetary Game 34

Планетарная Игра в картинках - 30 - Planetary Game in pictures - 30

Планетарная Игра в картинках - 31 - Planetary Game in pictures - 31

Планетарная Игра в картинках - 32 - Planetary Game in pictures - 32

Планетарная Игра в картинках - 33 - Planetary Game in pictures - 33

КАРТИНЫ АВСТРАЛИЙСКОЙ ХУДОЖНИЦЫ ЛИЗЫ ЭДАМС

ПУТЕШЕСТВИЕ АВСТРАЛИЙКИ

ЧЕЛОВЕК НЕ ИМЕЮЩИЙ ПОЛОВЫХ ОРГАНОВ - НОРРИ, АВСТРАЛИЯ

ГИГАНТЫ ПАРАЛЛЕЛЬНЫХ ЗЕМЕЛЬ

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 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, 189-194

"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.
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The old man's eyes widened with fear. 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."
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"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 (luminous fibers). 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...
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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"

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"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.
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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.
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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 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.
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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."

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 Неорганическое, 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...
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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.
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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)

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"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)."
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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."
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"... 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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."

"...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:

Carlos Castaneda - "The Second Ring Of Power"

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 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.
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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!

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