A warrior acknowledges his pain but he doesn’t indulge in it. Thus the mood of a warrior who enters into the unknown is not one of sadness; on the contrary, he’s joyful because he feels humbled by his great fortune, confident that his spirit is impeccable, and above all, fully aware of his efficiency. A warrior’s joyfulness comes from having accepted his fate, and from having truthfully assessed what lies ahead of him. ~ Don Juan, Tales of Power
We learn to free ourselves from old patterns when we recapitulate them with finality. Yeah, that’s what happened last week when I allowed my impeccability to slip and descend into the nightmare of the predator, feeling the pain of that particular reality and then indulging in it. A long-ingrained pattern of reacting to the atrocities that occur with regularity in a dream that doesn’t belong to me. I didn’t create it, I don’t participate in it, I don’t maintain it and I certainly cannot, under any circumstances, feed it by reacting to it. I must treat it as though it doesn’t exist. As warriors we have no choice but to be impeccable with our energy.
This has been a challenge because what little is left of my rational mind insists that it is a reality that exists. And herein lies the greatest undertaking in aligning with new bands of awareness; bands that are free of patterns. In A Separate Reality Don Juan stated, The world is whatever we perceive, in any manner we may choose to perceive. Perceiving the world entails a process of apprehending whatever presents itself to us. This particular perceiving is done with our senses and with our will. Will is a relation between ourselves and the perceived world. When we look at the world or when we hear it, we have the impression that it is out there and that it is real. When we perceive the world with our will we know that the world is not as “out there” or as “real” as we think.
Someone commented on my last post saying that the band of awareness I spoke of (the predator) does exist and when I look at that nightmare as a band of awareness in which other people are a part through their participation and creation, I come to realize that it isn’t mine and I am free of it. He also said that my responsibility is to help and heal myself. At this I bristled. Heal myself? I consider myself to be healed, in fact, I consider myself to be whole, complete and unwounded. On hindsight I recognize that the continued healing we need to engage in is the healing from the stories and the bombardment of that nightmarish band that is relentlessly and ceaselessly imposed upon us. It is someone else’s bad dream of power and control through violence and utter disrespect for life. Not mine.
Recapitulation is essential, an intense and complete recapitulation of the stories that don’t even belong to us; a recapitulation of the bands that don’t belong to us. A good friend, a warrior woman recently stated, I am so grateful for even small emotional pain these days. Each revelation allows a penetration of awareness which encompasses the inner hole to reveal emptiness. If you stay with the emptiness, you discover space. If you stay with the space, you begin to reclaim your lost Essence. And then, the reclaimed essence (energy) replaces the lie, the historic grief, by pushing it away for good, however forceful, strong and old the vibration of that dream or band may be.
I receive a lot of criticism from my readers. Some of it is constructive criticism and some of it is just plain destructive. The constructive criticism ensures my potential to continue to grow, to become more fluid and to persevere on this amazing path of awareness towards total freedom. The destructive criticism tells me that I’m wrong or that I’m not doing it the way don Juan or Carlos would’ve done it or that I’m a control freak. I am grateful to receive both types of criticism because it is through this feedback that the dream I am dancing awake is completely evolving and free of the nonsense that keeps people bound to a system. Any system.