The sorcerer’s of ancient Mexico discovered that we have a companion for life. 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. ~ Don Juan, The Active Side of Infinity
The predator is in everything. It is all over the place and it is time to unplug even further, to remove myself completely from outlandish situations that are nothing but futile. To falter in the principles of necessary and continual stalking will not survive the predator and the beautiful lines of awareness will collapse into a dense, tangled mess. The luminous fibers that stretch to infinity that we dance upon fall, like broken spider webs, and if we don’t care for the web and fuse the broken filaments to strengthen them once again or weave new strands or create new fibers, we can remain trapped in the dense, tangled mess for as long as it takes to regain our awareness and break free of it.