Words are our Best Weapon Against the Lies of History (Truth in the Root of the Word).
My breath was painfully hot (or cold?). It was choking me. I bent my head forward to rest it on the pole, but apparently I missed it, and my head kept on moving downward beyond the point where the pole was. I stopped when I was nearly down to the floor. I pulled myself up.
The pole was there in front of my eyes! I tried again to rest my head on it. I tried to control myself and to be aware, and kept my eyes open as I leaned forward to touch the pole with my forehead. It was a few inches from my eyes, but as I put my head against it I had the queerest feeling that I was going right through it.
In a desperate search for a rational explanation I concluded that my eyes were distorting depth, and that the pole must have been ten feet away, even though I saw it directly in front of my face. The sensation was the same—I went through the pole.
This time I went all the way to the floor. I stood up again. And standing up was perhaps the most unusual of all the acts I performed that night. I thought myself up! In order to get up I did not use my muscles and skeletal frame in the way I am accustomed to doing, because I no longer had control over them. I knew it the instant I hit the ground. But my curiosity about the pole was so strong I “thought myself up” in a kind of reflex action. And before I fully realized I could not move, I was up.
“The basic premise of sorcery for a sorcerer is that the world of everyday life is not real, or out there, as we believe it is. For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description.”– Carolos Castaneda
I am teaching you how to stop the world
You will have to make a very deep commitment because this training is long and arduous.
Power rests on the kind of knowledge one holds. What is the sense [of] knowing things that are useless?
My acts are sincere but they are only the acts of an actor because everything I do is controlled folly. Everything I do in regard to myself and my fellow men is folly, because nothing matters.
Certain things in your life matter to you because they’re important; your acts are certainly important to you, but for me, not a single thing is important any longer, neither my acts nor the acts of any of my fellow men. I go on living though, because I have my will . Because I have tempered my will throughout my life until it’s neat and wholesome and now it doesn’t matter to me that nothing matters. My will controls the folly of my life.
Once a man learns to see he finds himself alone in the world with nothing but folly. Your acts, as well as the acts of your fellow men in general, appear to be important to you because you have learned to think they are important.
In the case of seeing , however, thinking is not the issue at all, so I cannot tell you what it is like to see . Now you want me to describe the reasons for my controlled folly and I can only tell you that controlled folly is very much like seeing ; it is something you cannot think about.
Our lot as men is to learn and, as I’ve said, one goes to knowledge as one goes to war; with fear, with respect, aware that one is going to war, and with absolute confidence in oneself. Put your trust in yourself. There’s no emptiness in the life of a man of knowledge, everything is filled to the brim and everything is equal. For me there is no victory, or defeat, or emptiness. Everything is filled to the brim and everything is equal and my struggle is worth my while.
In order to become a man of knowledge one must be a warrior. One must strive without giving up, without a complaint, without flinching, until one sees , only to realize then that nothing matters. You’re too concerned with liking people or with being liked yourself.
A MUST Listen!
The knowledge provided within this REMARKABLE account, is the ancestral history of All Autochthon (Original) BEings; which were separated by colonization. Listen attentively…and remember.
I saw you leaping up in the air, screaming. You made a dash for the
water,knocked the pan over, and began to swim in the puddle.“Don Juan brought you more water. You sat quietly in front of the pan.
Then you jumped up and took off all your clothes.
–You were kneeling in front of the water, drinking in big gulps.–Then you just sat there and stared into space. We thought you were
going to be there forever. Nearly everybody was asleep, including Don
Juan, when suddenly you jumped up again, howling, and took after the
dog. The dog got scared and howled too, and ran to the back of the
house.Then everybody woke up.–“We all got up. You came back from the other side still chasing the dog.The dog was running ahead of you barking and howling.I think you must have gone twenty times around the house, running in
circles, barking like a dog. I was afraid people were going to be curious.
There are no neighbours close, but your howling was so loud it could have
been heard for miles.”–One of the young men added, “You caught up with the dog and brought
it to the porch in your arms.”–John continued: “Then you began to play with the dog. You wrestled with
him, and the dog and you bit each other and played. That, I thought, was
funny.My dog does not play usually.But this time you and the dog were
rolling on each other.”–“Then you ran to the water and the dog drank with you,” the young man said.“You ran five or six times to the water with the dog.”–“How long did this go on?” I asked.–“Hours,” John said. “At one time we lost sight of you two. I think you must
have run to the back. We just heard you barking and groaning. You sounded
so much like a dog that we couldn’t tell you two apart.”–“Maybe it was just the dog alone,” I said.–They laughed, and John said, “You were barking there, boy!”