Thanksgiving

I mean that when man’s assemblage point moves beyond a crucial limit, the results are always the same for every man. The techniques to make it move may be as different as they can be, but the results are always the same, meaning that the assemblage point assembles other worlds, aided by the boost from the earth. ~ Don, Juan, The Fire from Within

It’s been a long time since I’ve written, actually, the longest hiatus in the five year history of this blog. It is difficult to put words to the information that reveals itself from the silence. I’ve been trying to decide which direction to go with this blog and the only thing that comes up is forward.

I’ve written a lot about impeccability and those of you who are impeccable actually get it. I’m growing tired of the different distinctions I hear, and even those that I’ve previously defended, about old seers, new seers, modern seers, toltec seers, etc. Either you are a seer or you are not; and if you are, it will be clear that the only thing left is the continual practice of utter impeccability, the conservation of personal energy, and the alignment with intent.

Ordinary people play games to preserve their fragile egos, that’s what they do. It’s boring and laughable. Ordinary people want to rise up to power and “lead others” into a false state of freedom. It’s conniving and trite. In the end, even Carlos was manipulating the lines of awareness to ensure that his “legacy” would flourish in the hope, I speculate, to displace other belief systems. Yes, I’ve said it before; in spite of the genius of the works of Castaneda, many of these are stories and must be recapitulated lest they become the new “religion” as many Castaneda zealots are dedicated to accomplishing.

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To the Vastness

Dying is a monumental affair. It is more than kicking your legs and becoming stiff. You will dance to your death here, on this hilltop, at the end of the day. And in your last dance you will tell of your struggle, of the battles you have won and of those you have lost; you will tell of your joys and bewilderments upon encountering personal power. Your dance will tell about the secrets and about the marvels you have stored. And your death will sit here and watch you. The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness. ~ don Juan, Journey to Ixtlan

A warrior on the Toltec path (though she would no longer refer to herself as such) recently asked me, “Looking back… do you think you’ve told a good story overall? A great campfire tale, with heroes and villains, challenges and fears faced and overcome? Treasures won and loves lost?

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