shamans of ancient mexico
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hey fire god,
preach brother, preach
i would like to add that if we were everything that ever is was or has been, as awareness what would you want to experience the most?
it would be birth (beginning), finite life, and death (a psuedo ending)
its just like us always thinging the grass is greener, so the universe is, has been and will always be
med-man
hey wierd
i am not going to quote every post you made lol
but i will say thanks for sharing. symbols are massive, and very overlooked. magical talismans i would say
havent seen the comparison of the 3rd eye to the eye of horus in a while, big up
med-man
i am not going to quote every post you made lol
but i will say thanks for sharing. symbols are massive, and very overlooked. magical talismans i would say
havent seen the comparison of the 3rd eye to the eye of horus in a while, big up
med-man
I take everything into account on experiences.
I lived for years clueless. I didn't realize I had the power to influence my reality.
Now being into my beginning forties I found what they call Christ consciousness.
One thing I learned was to look at everything with a child-like wonder. We lose this as well as our natural instincts of spirituality thru constant conditioning by the brainwashed masses.
Their reality is adopted by us at a young age..
I now enjoy everthing from raindrops to lightning,,, lollipops to lava. Everything....we are here to enjoy and create
In life,,, I know where I been and so happy with every experience.
Just like now how I looked at a bazillion seed companies and out of all that clutter I found Medman brand.
Now I'm all happy to get these goin. I feel like when I first got white widow the same year it won the cup. Like the first time ! Now seeing I am making a friend as well it sweetens the deal.
Every experience is new again so I have the rest of my life to redo or enjoy anything.
I lived for years clueless. I didn't realize I had the power to influence my reality.
Now being into my beginning forties I found what they call Christ consciousness.
One thing I learned was to look at everything with a child-like wonder. We lose this as well as our natural instincts of spirituality thru constant conditioning by the brainwashed masses.
Their reality is adopted by us at a young age..
I now enjoy everthing from raindrops to lightning,,, lollipops to lava. Everything....we are here to enjoy and create
In life,,, I know where I been and so happy with every experience.
Just like now how I looked at a bazillion seed companies and out of all that clutter I found Medman brand.
Now I'm all happy to get these goin. I feel like when I first got white widow the same year it won the cup. Like the first time ! Now seeing I am making a friend as well it sweetens the deal.
Every experience is new again so I have the rest of my life to redo or enjoy anything.
on female power plants
on female power plants
this is for jimson weed, cannabis, ayahuasca
"It was woman-like
It was possessive
It was violent
It was unpredictable
It had a deleterious effect on the character of its followers
It was a giver of superfluous power"
remind you of anyone that smokes weed or even works around the plants? or even visits them?
"She is as powerful as the best of allies, but there is something I personally don't like about her. She distorts men. She gives them a taste of power too soon without fortifying their hearts and makes them domineering and unpredictable. She makes them weak in the middle of their great power."
how about this? reminds me of everyone after i taught them how to grow and be self sufficient
med-man
on female power plants
this is for jimson weed, cannabis, ayahuasca
"It was woman-like
It was possessive
It was violent
It was unpredictable
It had a deleterious effect on the character of its followers
It was a giver of superfluous power"
remind you of anyone that smokes weed or even works around the plants? or even visits them?
"She is as powerful as the best of allies, but there is something I personally don't like about her. She distorts men. She gives them a taste of power too soon without fortifying their hearts and makes them domineering and unpredictable. She makes them weak in the middle of their great power."
how about this? reminds me of everyone after i taught them how to grow and be self sufficient
med-man
male plants and their effects
male plants and their effects
"It was male-like
It was dispassionate
It was gentle
It was predictable
It was beneficial to the character of its followers
It was a giver of ecstasy "
"It was contained
The container was the power itself
It did not have a rule
It did not need apprenticeship
It was a protector
It was a teacher
It had a definite form
Non-ordinary reality was utilizable
Non-ordinary reality had component elements
The special states of ordinary reality
They were produced by the teacher "
ancinet mexicans and s americans wer master in plant knowledge
med-man
male plants and their effects
"It was male-like
It was dispassionate
It was gentle
It was predictable
It was beneficial to the character of its followers
It was a giver of ecstasy "
"It was contained
The container was the power itself
It did not have a rule
It did not need apprenticeship
It was a protector
It was a teacher
It had a definite form
Non-ordinary reality was utilizable
Non-ordinary reality had component elements
The special states of ordinary reality
They were produced by the teacher "
ancinet mexicans and s americans wer master in plant knowledge
med-man
Brazil was my gpops birthplace. He had a garden,,, not just one or two things.
I remember walking thru with him stikkin cut potatoes in the ground. He had grapevine trellis,, fruit trees, strawberries , various veggies and a medicinal area too. I wish I could ask him but he's passed on. He had sasperilla , mint and a bunch of other stuff like poppies n other stuff that I didn't understand at 11 yes old. He was truly aligned with nature. Its that early influence that gave me my green thumbs. The reason I am here. Crazy lookin back. I give thanks for those experiences.
I remember walking thru with him stikkin cut potatoes in the ground. He had grapevine trellis,, fruit trees, strawberries , various veggies and a medicinal area too. I wish I could ask him but he's passed on. He had sasperilla , mint and a bunch of other stuff like poppies n other stuff that I didn't understand at 11 yes old. He was truly aligned with nature. Its that early influence that gave me my green thumbs. The reason I am here. Crazy lookin back. I give thanks for those experiences.
humans as energy sources
humans as energy sources
you are not far from the truth.
this shaman used the meat metaphor exactly
"They discovered that we have a companion for life," he said, as clearly as he could. "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so.
"You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics," don Juan said. "I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you
that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico.
"Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."
"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
"Yes, it infuriates me," I retorted. "Those claims are monstrous!"
"Well," he said, "you haven't heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. I'm going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I'm going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts, and you cannot get up and leave because you're caught. Not because I'm holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving, while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!"
There was something in me which was, I felt, a glutton for punishment. He was right. I wouldn't have left the house for the world. And yet I didn't like one bit the inanities he was spouting.
"I want to appeal to your analytical mind," don Juan said. "Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the
contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"But how can they do this, don Juan?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep ?"
"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver-stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear."
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as
strange, luminous balls of energy, covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat, something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely.
As if I had been in a dream, I heard don Juan Matus explaining that to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order, such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection, where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudoconcerns.
There must have been something to what don Juan was saying, which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause, long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan: "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it ?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you. And not so much because they don't believe it. Down There must have been something to what don Juan was saying, which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause, long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan: "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it ?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you. And not so much because they don't believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there's an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators' existence."
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent?" I asked.
"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer," don Juan said, scrutinizing my face as if to discover any signs of disbelief. "The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.
"If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while," he went on, "it'll keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.
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The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times," don Juan continued, "was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine, until one day it flees permanently. A sad day indeed! That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to.
"My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples," don Juan continued, "that this was the toughest day in a sorcerers life, for the real mind that belongs to us, the sum total of our experience, after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."
"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."
"I am so incorrigible," he said, "that I am going to give the flyers' mind, which you carry inside you, one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate."
He looked at me and smiled maliciously. "The flyers' mind flees forever," he said, "when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And that's exactly what you are going to do:hold on to the energy that binds you together."
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe.
"You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?" he said. "Rest assured, that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I'm telling you.
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
"Don't worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."
After a moment, everything stopped, as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time ever, with don Juan or alone, in my life that I
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didn't know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me, wherever I turned.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair. "I don't know which way to turn, don Juan," I said. Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost."
"You're being torn by an internal struggle," don Juan said. "Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might.
"The sorcerers' revolution," he continued, "is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to be eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's the end of the story."
sorry dudes, it a longy, but the best goody i have ever read on what we really are vs what we have been made into.
one of my fave passages of all time - credit - "the active side of infinity" carlos castaneda
med-man
humans as energy sources
you are not far from the truth.
this shaman used the meat metaphor exactly
"They discovered that we have a companion for life," he said, as clearly as he could. "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so.
"You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics," don Juan said. "I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you
that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico.
"Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."
"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
"Yes, it infuriates me," I retorted. "Those claims are monstrous!"
"Well," he said, "you haven't heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. I'm going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I'm going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts, and you cannot get up and leave because you're caught. Not because I'm holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving, while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!"
There was something in me which was, I felt, a glutton for punishment. He was right. I wouldn't have left the house for the world. And yet I didn't like one bit the inanities he was spouting.
"I want to appeal to your analytical mind," don Juan said. "Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the
contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"But how can they do this, don Juan?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep ?"
"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver-stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear."
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as
strange, luminous balls of energy, covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat, something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely.
As if I had been in a dream, I heard don Juan Matus explaining that to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order, such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection, where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudoconcerns.
There must have been something to what don Juan was saying, which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause, long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan: "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it ?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you. And not so much because they don't believe it. Down There must have been something to what don Juan was saying, which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause, long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan: "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it ?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you. And not so much because they don't believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there's an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators' existence."
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent?" I asked.
"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer," don Juan said, scrutinizing my face as if to discover any signs of disbelief. "The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.
"If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while," he went on, "it'll keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.
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The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times," don Juan continued, "was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine, until one day it flees permanently. A sad day indeed! That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to.
"My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples," don Juan continued, "that this was the toughest day in a sorcerers life, for the real mind that belongs to us, the sum total of our experience, after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."
"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."
"I am so incorrigible," he said, "that I am going to give the flyers' mind, which you carry inside you, one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate."
He looked at me and smiled maliciously. "The flyers' mind flees forever," he said, "when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And that's exactly what you are going to do:hold on to the energy that binds you together."
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe.
"You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?" he said. "Rest assured, that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I'm telling you.
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
"Don't worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."
After a moment, everything stopped, as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time ever, with don Juan or alone, in my life that I
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didn't know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me, wherever I turned.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair. "I don't know which way to turn, don Juan," I said. Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost."
"You're being torn by an internal struggle," don Juan said. "Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might.
"The sorcerers' revolution," he continued, "is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to be eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's the end of the story."
sorry dudes, it a longy, but the best goody i have ever read on what we really are vs what we have been made into.
one of my fave passages of all time - credit - "the active side of infinity" carlos castaneda
med-man
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I've encountered them. They feed off negativity.
I just wrote a page of an encounter with one but the log in timed out so I will just say I see them even more now after awakening and I feel safe and protected but feel I stand out like a lighthouse to them but I am filled with positivity and claim my life forced as untouchable to them.
They surrounded my car last night pikkin my wife up for work. I caught glimpses about a half dozen times but felt they were observing me.
I was feeling suffocated at night years ago and couldnt move it felt like my air was being sukked out. I woke up with my bathroom light flikkin on and I saw one peeking around he bathroom door. When it noticed I could see it ,,,it yanked its head back. It had a solid black mass in a mans shape with a fadora style hat sillouette. I tapped my with on the ass to wake her then my son ran in saying the shadow man walked into his room.
There's more to that story but I can't rewrite it. Too long and I think it was the my higher self that didn't want to refocus on it.
I claim my energy as my own n feel safe and protected.
I just wrote a page of an encounter with one but the log in timed out so I will just say I see them even more now after awakening and I feel safe and protected but feel I stand out like a lighthouse to them but I am filled with positivity and claim my life forced as untouchable to them.
They surrounded my car last night pikkin my wife up for work. I caught glimpses about a half dozen times but felt they were observing me.
I was feeling suffocated at night years ago and couldnt move it felt like my air was being sukked out. I woke up with my bathroom light flikkin on and I saw one peeking around he bathroom door. When it noticed I could see it ,,,it yanked its head back. It had a solid black mass in a mans shape with a fadora style hat sillouette. I tapped my with on the ass to wake her then my son ran in saying the shadow man walked into his room.
There's more to that story but I can't rewrite it. Too long and I think it was the my higher self that didn't want to refocus on it.
I claim my energy as my own n feel safe and protected.
GREG BRAYDEN,,, TAKING SPIRITUALITY AND BACKING IT WITH SCIENCE. Very interesting !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRPfXHni1ok
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRPfXHni1ok
"Forty-Six & 2"
My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
you best believe maynard and his crew have done a ton of inner/outer body exploration
med-man
I tripped a lot as a young man,,,but I know real when I see it !
We still talk about the indecent in the house. They thought it was a left over spirit from when the town was burned down by the British back in the 1700s but I have encountered human entities and these are not.
We still talk about the indecent in the house. They thought it was a left over spirit from when the town was burned down by the British back in the 1700s but I have encountered human entities and these are not.
As a person who grew up with martial arts i often drift back to the times when man had nothing to contemplate the self. We have so.much distraction either tv or tablet or work, cars and bills.
The older monks must have been.really awesome to achieve such knowledge of the mind and body.
My old Sifu demonstrated chi for.the first time as a teen and i truly understood there WAS something xtra abou us.
He told me mind power is way stronger than.muscle. when.you have a task think.of yourself as the skeleton being moved.by the mind. I was skeptical so he demonstrated this way,,,he asked me to.put my fist on his shoulder, palm up. Then he told me dont.let him.bend my arm and to hold my arm as stiff as possible. I watched as he clasped both hands locking all his fingers over my elbow joint. He said as he pulls down.... hold my arm as strong as i can. Well... he bent it. Not right away but he did it. My muscles yeilded to his strength and leverage.
Then we did the same but using mind power... no.muscle at all.
He instructed me to.put the arm.up on his shoulder again with the palm up.
But...
Keep my arm straight but totally relaxed. He then said hes goin to do the same thing and try to bend my arm but told me to.imagine my arm as an unbreakable unbendable iron rod that extended past my fist going thru thhe wall and up into infinity.
We guess what happened?
He was pulling hard as shit and i realized i wasnt even.using muscle power. My arm was relaxed but unyielding. I finally realized how cool this was,,,lost concentration and finally bent my arm giggling like a schoolgirl in wonderment. I couldnt believe a grown man couldnt bent the arm of a 16 yr old using no strength at all.
My mother explained the magic side saying."people believe they cant so,, the cant. You have to tell yourself you can and it will unfold itself "
I would love to go back in time n chill wit these guys n see their learning process.
If you really know the meaning of kung fu,,, it means knowledge of self.
If you know yourself you will know your opponent. If you know your skeletal limitations you'll know your opponents. If you study any ancient martial art you'll find its a journey inwards rather than outwards.
Knowledge and understanding of ones self. Just wish I could be in the beginning to see how all this was derived.
Alien gift,,, constant contemplation,,, experience.?
Lately my journey came full circle. Crystal clear clarity. Oneness with source.
Now that I understand who i really am , I am eager for more answers and results.
I never stop learning and very far from knowing everything but I have come way past my elders and peers. Most guys just worry about football , tits n beer.
I study and think about everything.
Titties n beer are still there,,, but I am like a full shop of tools where most people I run into are Kmart socket sets lol
I will say tho,,, with my recent awakening and positive attitude I been running into more quality people lately. The Universe is aligning with us putting us in each others path.
The older monks must have been.really awesome to achieve such knowledge of the mind and body.
My old Sifu demonstrated chi for.the first time as a teen and i truly understood there WAS something xtra abou us.
He told me mind power is way stronger than.muscle. when.you have a task think.of yourself as the skeleton being moved.by the mind. I was skeptical so he demonstrated this way,,,he asked me to.put my fist on his shoulder, palm up. Then he told me dont.let him.bend my arm and to hold my arm as stiff as possible. I watched as he clasped both hands locking all his fingers over my elbow joint. He said as he pulls down.... hold my arm as strong as i can. Well... he bent it. Not right away but he did it. My muscles yeilded to his strength and leverage.
Then we did the same but using mind power... no.muscle at all.
He instructed me to.put the arm.up on his shoulder again with the palm up.
But...
Keep my arm straight but totally relaxed. He then said hes goin to do the same thing and try to bend my arm but told me to.imagine my arm as an unbreakable unbendable iron rod that extended past my fist going thru thhe wall and up into infinity.
We guess what happened?
He was pulling hard as shit and i realized i wasnt even.using muscle power. My arm was relaxed but unyielding. I finally realized how cool this was,,,lost concentration and finally bent my arm giggling like a schoolgirl in wonderment. I couldnt believe a grown man couldnt bent the arm of a 16 yr old using no strength at all.
My mother explained the magic side saying."people believe they cant so,, the cant. You have to tell yourself you can and it will unfold itself "
I would love to go back in time n chill wit these guys n see their learning process.
If you really know the meaning of kung fu,,, it means knowledge of self.
If you know yourself you will know your opponent. If you know your skeletal limitations you'll know your opponents. If you study any ancient martial art you'll find its a journey inwards rather than outwards.
Knowledge and understanding of ones self. Just wish I could be in the beginning to see how all this was derived.
Alien gift,,, constant contemplation,,, experience.?
Lately my journey came full circle. Crystal clear clarity. Oneness with source.
Now that I understand who i really am , I am eager for more answers and results.
I never stop learning and very far from knowing everything but I have come way past my elders and peers. Most guys just worry about football , tits n beer.
I study and think about everything.
Titties n beer are still there,,, but I am like a full shop of tools where most people I run into are Kmart socket sets lol
I will say tho,,, with my recent awakening and positive attitude I been running into more quality people lately. The Universe is aligning with us putting us in each others path.
