And thus 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. – Journey to Ixtlan
To me keep dancing means dancing along all the lines of awareness that come into my periphery. When we dance with this perception, if we do not resonate with a particular line or if it depletes our energy, we can discontinue that particular dance. Sometimes, the story that has culminated into a specific line of awareness may bring us great joy so we dance along that line for a long time, maybe a lifetime, or for just a while until we’ve attained the knowledge the line offers or until it becomes worn out or draining. On the other hand, if we do not resonate with a particular line of awareness we can reject it immediately or we may sometimes find ourselves dancing to the end of it anyway, in order to come into a deeper understanding of why that line of awareness even exists. And we may discover that some of those lines are very, very dark. When we dance upon all the lines of awareness we get to see the entire mold of man. The mold of man, as described by don Juan, is not a creator, but the pattern of every human attribute we can think of and some we cannot even conceive.
For a warrior, to be harmonious is to flow, not to stop in the middle of the current and try to make a space of artificial and impossible peace. He knows that he can only give the very best of himself under conditions of maximum tension.For that reason, he seeks out his opponent the way a fighting rooster does – with avidity, with delight, knowing that the next step is decisive. His opponent is not his fellow man, but his own attachments and weaknesses, and his grand challenge is to compress the layers of his energy until they won’t expand when his life ceases, so that his awareness does not die.– Carlos Castaneda, Encounters with the Nagual
I always love a good epiphany. That moment when you stare into the abyss and find it staring back at you. The flash of illumination that reminds you that everything is okay and that life will continue to go forward with or without your consent or approval. Such a realization happened the other day when I was walking along the river. I was reflecting upon all of the anger that I’ve had for the past year in the face of what seems like insurmountable global issues that affect us all, many of which I’ve written about. I watched the calm water move with fluidity over rocks, creating little eddies in the shallows, and random fish jumping up creating beautiful ripples across the surface.
When the assemblage point assembles a world, that world is total. This is the marvel that the old seers stumbled upon and never realized what it was: the awareness of the earth can give us a boost to align other great bands of emanations, and the force of that new alignment makes the world vanish. ~ Don Juan, The Fire from Within
Humans have the ability to assemble, to create, new bands of awareness by simply aligning with the emanations of the earth. What are these emanations? They are the force of power, the fibrous lines that lie within the reach of our fingertips, the indescribable commands that are awaiting their creation through our intention and our purpose as incarnate awareness in human form. It’s a masterpiece, a manifestation of beauty just as we, ourselves, have become manifest through intention alone.
When our awareness is aligned with other energetic forces of the universe, including the earth, great and amazing things become manifest as a result of what is perceived by the awareness that is doing the perceiving. We are a feeling, an awareness encased here. ~ Don Juan, Tales of Power
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?”
It is the pure desire to know, not to feel apathy, to be vividly interested in what the spirit comes to tell you, without expecting anything from it. Having a passionate romance with knowledge is the only thing that can give us the power we need not to falter, when signs are pointing in the direction of the unknown. ~ Don Juan
This was apparently just the quote I needed to bring me out of the dry spell I’ve been experiencing. Man, when there are no words there just are no words. It’s been nearly a month since my last post and though I tried and tried, I just couldn’t find the words to express anything. Not that there wasn’t a lot going on in the madness of the mind, there were just no words to describe it. I suppose I’ve been navigating the unknown; at least my unknown.
Every one of us human beings has two minds. One is totally ours, and it is like a faint voice that always brings us order, directness, purpose, the other mind is a foreign installation. It brings us conflict, self-assertion, doubts, hopelessness: it’s ourselves as the me-me center of the world. ~ Don Juan,The Active Side of Infinity
Not much has been said with regard to female warriors throughout the Castaneda books. Taisha Abelar and Florinda Donner wrote books in order to offer a female perspective of female sorcerers though the teachings that they had received from some of the elder women in don Juan’s party. Most of their writings were an attempt to guide women into becoming free from a male-dominated, patriarchal world which they believed held them captive and perpetuated an energy of being preyed upon and to exist in a role of subservience. Little was said about the power of the feminine energy that has the potential to dream a new dream here on earth, while systematically destroying the ancient lines that support and maintain this current paradigm, particularly by those women who are committed to the warrior’s path.