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Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 10-08-2010
Are me and others actually meeting Don Juan in dreams? You decide. I'll post a few dreams from myself and Raven knight. Raven has never read through a castaneda book, and yet she nails Don Juan down amazingly.
My dream:
Don Juan Describes Initiating an apprenticeship
I am with don juan. I can't really recall where we had this discussion:
DJ: Tell me about the man you met.
Me: Weeks ago I had seen a psychic, Someone who can see spirits. She
told me I would go to a place called Pine lake, and that there, I would
meet a mentor. I wasn't sure what she meant by mentor, that could be
anything, money managing, music or anything else... My last guess was
that he would have been that he would be a sorcerer. I had no idea what
pine lake was at the time she had told me,but nonetheless my brother
invited me there a few days later, That was something which was
impossible for me to ignore.
Dj: You followed that action without question then?
Me: Yes, That is until I saw him. When I saw him I KNEW he was the man
I was supposed to meet, But I wasn't sure. I Hesitated before even
talking to him.
Don juan then hit me on the back. We were now floating over a familiar
scene, which looked like a dream representation of the campground, many
details and places were out of place, but nonetheless it was the same.
I saw myself sitting on a bench at an outside cafeteria, close by were
some doors leading into a music hall, on the other side was a short
hill leading down towards two baseball diamonds where a couple baseball
games were going on. I was seated on the lower seat, and sitting up
higher on the bench and resting his feet on the lower seat was a man
with long black hair, tied in a ponytail. He was dark skinned, He could
have been any number of races. Don juan said that he looked almost like
and ancient meso american indian. I corrected Don Juan as to the man's
supposed true race. Don Juan said that I myself have read some of that
races mythological beliefs and that some of it lined up uncannily with
his lineages knowledge. He said either Casteneda had read those beliefs
and put forgeries into his books, or that the two races weren't two
races, they had an ancestral heritage. He then mentioned that the
people of old, before the age of reason, Traveled to every continent on
earth and settled in many places, Including entire lineages of
sorcerers. We watched the scene some more, Eventually I got up and
walked away.
DJ: Why did you leave him sitting there, when you knew he was the man you were supposed to meet?
Me: I wasn't sure. It was a flight response, I didn't realize it at the
time, but in the back of my mind was "Is this REALLY REAL?"
Dj: You should not have hesitated to approach him. Such hesitation could mean life or death in an act of sorcery.
We coninuted watching the scene as it shifted. I was back at the bench
by myself watching the man who was inside the entertainment hall. He
was walking and and a dog brushed up to him.
Me: I remember that! Before the dog came I was just thinking he was the one whom I was supposed to meet.
Dj: That was your omen, and yet, you just sat there. It was an omen for him as well in his own way.
Then scene shifted again, This time I was walking out of the music hall
and the man sat on a farther bench, He was calling to a small black dog
that looked like a cross between a black lab and a weiner dog, But the
dog ran to me instead and I bent down and petted it.
DJ: That was his second omen.
Me: I knew it was for him as well.
DJ: Then it was an omen for you as well, and yet you still didn't approach him.
The scene shifted, to me standing close to the stage in the hall
watching a band, and the man behind me roughyl 10 feet away. He kept
looking at me. My energy body reacted and sprouted wings... but they
weren't wings, more like tentacles that came from my back where wings
would be.
DJ: He was seeing you then, You put on a display for him and he caught it, you had him more than intrigued at that point.
The Scene shifted to a merely empty hall in between bands. I finally
approached the man and sat down beside him. As if on cue a black dog
approached me, I petted it and said to myself "well, aren't you the
messenger?" The man then laughed. and we began a dull conversation. I
then meekly told him the story of why I was there. The man looked
shocked, and then changed the subject. I excused myself saying I was
going to my campsite. He walked with me until we came to the point
where the main camping area was, which was downhill. My camp was on the
other end behind the baseball diamond. When i continued walking the man
looked confused as to my leaving
DJ: You are much like Carlos used to be when I first began to teach
him. All this time the man thought you were a Sorcerer like him,
because he thought you could see. He saw all the omens of you being a
Nagual, the dogs and your display of control over your own energy body,
He even heard you mention why you were there and who you were supposed
to meet, and then he knew he was going to be an integral part of that.
Much of what was said in your conversation was meaningless, by then the
Nagual had taken control of the situation. He thought you could see, he
was going to give you a demonstration of what he knew... and then you
left. And that baffled him, Much like I was baffled when mescalito took
a liking to Carlos... Here was an **** insisting on an overindulgence
in talking to himself, and constantly anylising everything to the point
of nausea, and yet mescalito played with carlos like they were
childhood friends. That's how baffled that man was, at an **** over
indulging in hesitation, even inspite of the fact that the spirit is
screaming Omens and trying to get him to act.
Again The scene shifted. In the scene i had mustered up the courage to
confront the man, I was standing at the other doors to the hall
mingling with people, and then looking over at the man a few times,
letting him know that I was ready. The man left the building, while I
was still talking to him. He then turned around and looked at me for a
second until I noticed him. He began walking further as I followed
behind him.
DJ: He was trying to grab your attention with his eyes, he wanted you to follow him for sure this time.
The man walked down a small hill into a valley where most of the
camping took place. He quickened his pace to his campground, sat down
by the fire and kept to himself, he seemed to be focusing on something.
I followed down the hill a mere seconds after looking for him, I
wandered close to his campground only separated by.... nothing. In my
memory there was a trailer, but in the scene were was none there. A
sleeping dog got up and walked in my direction. It stopped and faced
me. It's actions were very deliberate. It gazed at me, I stopped in my
tracks, backed up a step or too and looked again. The dodg shiften out
of sight and came back again, Then I leaned forward slightly, eyes wide
and said a low "WOOOOW!" I then turned and walked away.
DJ: That's what what he came to do. He knew the spirit had pointed you
out to him, but that you needed to be pushed. He sensed that you were
unsure of the encounter, so he had to act fast before he left. He had
to hook you, and that's what he did. He Used his intent to shift your
assemblage point, and then he used his double to inhabit the dog.
You've heard of Lonewolf speak of similar things when he talks about
using the assemblage point of a coyote, and how a coyote will lend it's
body to someone willing to shape shift into it's form. Although, there
is no real shape shifting involved, The dog lent itself to that man,
just like your dream body lends itself to your awareness, or can lend
itself to any other dreamer. You know all this of course, but haven't
articulated it yet, but you will.
Me: Did he hook me like you hooked carlos?
DJ: ina sense yes he did, But, he wasn't as aware of exactly what he
was doing as when I was when I had to hook Carlos. The Nagual has a
funny way of making sorcerers dance with one another, All participants
are sure they know what they are doing while they are doing it, and yet
the nagual guides their every move. In order for that to happen, they
have to make themselves available to it. One way is following omens or
signs of the spirit, which is what you both did. From that point on,
the Nagual was running the show and palying you two baffoons like
puppets to do it's will.
Me: He seemed pretty controlled of his actions to me, and he acted witha precision I have never seen anyone else on earth do.
DJ: yes, It may appear so, but that only means he has a cleaner
connection to the spirit than you. He calls the Nagual or sppirit with
different words. He will teach you them someday.
Me: If he does, we barely have any way to contact one another again.
DJ: Power Provides. Both of you are hooked into something now which is
hard to escape from. Both of you have the intent to meet again. He may
deny it to himself right now, in the same way in which you hesitated,
but eventually you two will have to meet again, it's inescapable right
now.
Me: Why did you call him a baffoon.
DJ: He was only a lot better than you at covering up his hesitations
and doubts, He's been trained to do this in his spirtual practice, He's
a baffoon because he's not 100% sure of himself, just like you are not
100% sure of yourself. I suppose that's why you two are well matched.
But still He made himself available to the sppirit and he served as a
catalyst for it to descend on you, That's his advantage over you. That
is what you may have learn from him someday. If he ever teaches it. The
only thing you can do for now is set your intent to meet him again, but
Ultimately he decides whether or not you will meet again, He still has
the power of choice whether to ignore the spirit or act with it. In a
way he is hooked too.
Me: I am definitely hooked. I can't get my encounter with him out of my
mind. and Now I see signs of the Nagual wherever I turn.
DJ: That's good then, You are oing your part. You should that hope he does as well.
the next few posts are from raven's dreams.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 10-08-2010
Note: I am the MoSh character in these dreams. It's my nickname from another forum.
05/08/10 A Meeting With Don Juan Matus
I
rolled over from my previous dream and somehow slipped back into the
dream without losing any of my lucidity. What I noticed first was that
I was no longer in the field of flowers with the woman. I was in MoSh's
inner world. And that was a good thing. My second goal had been to meet
up with MoSh. MoSh had a goal… to meet and talk to someone. I was
having a little problem remembering the goals… yeah. MoSh wanted a
dream where he could talk to don Juan Matus. I went over to MoSh. I
commented to him that if he wanted to speak with don Juan, he would
have to get us there. MoSh said that was fine. I opened a portal,
focusing on letting MoSh guide it. A portal opened and we went through
it…
On the other side we were in a desert. It looked like somewhere in
Arizona. I looked around. The surrounding area was not very clear. It
seemed to fade a short distance away. I walked towards that place where
the surrounds seemed to start fading. As I approached it I started
feeling disoriented. I turned around and returned to MoSh. MoSh was
looking in the opposite direction. I looked where he was looking. I saw
a man over there. It looked like an Native American, maybe a shaman.
MoSh headed over towards the man. The man was sitting near a campfire.
I wondered why we were here. Was that don Juan? I asked MoSh if that
was don Juan. He said it was. He went over to the man and sat down by
the fire. I followed MoSh over closer to the fire, but I felt
distinctly unwelcome. Ok… maybe I wasn't supposed to be there… but I
wondered if MoSh would remember what was said if I didn't recall it. I
stayed as far back as I could and still be able to hear what was said…
Note: I don't remember the exact words of what was said between don
Juan and MoSh. I had to into a dream, then use a computer in the dream
to log onto Dreamviews and read about the dream with don Juan… (thanks
for the idea, Walms) and even then all I got were general ideas, which
I will summarize here:
To put it plainly, MoSh is somewhere in the process of cracking up…
literally. It looks like there is a very good chance that MoSh could
become a nagual. Going from what I heard, each individual exists inside
an energy 'cocoon' around them. Then, inside that round cocoon, there
are three energy fields around each person, shaped like a merkabah. One
for the physical body (stationary), one for the emotional energy (spins
clockwise), one for mental energy (spins counter-clockwise). Cracks
happen when there is a stressor that causes the emotional and mental
energy fields to spin at different rates, or even in opposite
directions, and they form a crack in the person's energy 'cocoon' that
goes part way through, not all the way. If it was to go all the way
through it would cause death.
Three and four pronged naguals… when the cocoon forms three distinct
cracks, it is a three pronged nagual. When two cracks form and they
cross each other, then it is a four pronged nagual. It looks like MoSh
would most likely be the latter… which means he has a female
counterpart. The four pronged naguals are usually in pairs, one male
and one female. The female will receive feelings and visions from the
other planes, then passes it on to the male to interpret. Sometimes the
entire message will not come across the first time or there will be
questions… the male will tell the female the questions, she will send
the questions and receive the answers, then give the answers to the
male to interpret. They need each other, and can only find the
knowledge they seek by working together. The three pronged nagual
receives and interprets the data alone, and can be a man or a woman.
MoSh will know when his cocoon may crack, because it is preceded by a
period of intense instability, emotional instability, energy
instability… and the new nagual's instability should pass as their
energy fields find a new balance point within the cracked cocoon. For
the male, this instability usually comes in the form of emotional
turmoil that is strong enough to make the emotional energy field spin
differently, and the force involved cracks the cocoon. For the female,
it usually comes in the form of a mental instability that is usually an
obsession of some kind that changes the spin of the mental energy field
and causes a crack. Usually the three pronged nagual will experience
both, although this is not carved in stone. One thing that is absolute
is that there are no absolutes. The part that is almost certain,
however, is that the person will go through a period of intense
instability which is the cause of the cracks in the cocoon.
Asuka: What role does Asuka play in this? It is not possible to know
the future for sure, and to know for sure would risk changing it
unintentionally. But it is possible that Asuka could be MoSh's partner,
the female four pronged nagual to match him as the male part of the
pair. Since it looks like MoSh is most likely to become a four pronged
nagual, it would be a good idea for him to pay attention to women he
associates with that also seem to be going through a similar
instability, because that is a good sign that the woman is going
through becoming a nagual herself. Could his match be Asuka? That is
possible. It isn't as likely since she exists only on a separate plane,
but it is entirely possible. MoSh should watch her for signs of mental
or emotional instability that might be strong enough to crack her
cocoon. The female match for the male isn't always the most obvious
choice, though… so look around for signs of a woman possibly going
through enough turmoil and instability to create the cracks in the
energy cocoon.
This is all the information I was able to recall, so I will end the
dream here. I think it was somewhere while MoSh was still talking to
don Juan that I woke up.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 10-08-2010
note: I like this one because I once made a post on Dreamway's forum that he removed due it it containing "Dungeons and dragon ****". HereDon juan uses "dungeons and dragon's ****" to give Raven a lesson.
07/28/10 The Many Ways Things Are on 07-29-2010 at 09:38 PM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
Note: My first goal for the night, the one I used my WILD for, was to
go meet MoSh and then we were going to go back and view a dream he had
a while back where he was speaking to don Juan. In this dream don Juan
had told MoSh he had a message for me, but I would have to find him
first, and the instructions for finding him were in that dream if I
could get them. Other goals are the same as other nights. I fell asleep
with my light / sound machine and slipped into an unusually vivid WILD…
I
was in MoSh's inner world. I surveyed my surroundings and saw
everything looked like it always does, nothing seemed out of place.
Sometimes it is difficult to keep the beginnings of these dreams
separate since the dreams where I go to get MoSh before doing anything
else are starting to merge together in my mind. I found MoSh, and we
went through a portal back to my inner world.
MoSh and I emerged from the portal into the living room of my house,
the first thing I saw was a cat running when we appeared suddenly. The
cat, Amber, peeked around a corner as if to see if it was safe to come
out, and seeing it was MoSh and me, she came back out right away. I
booted up the laptop that was sitting on the couch and logged into the
dream journal program right away. I searched through the list of MoSh's
dreams and found the correct one, which was labeled "Don Juan At My
Picnic Table," and clicked on that one. Everything was working smoothly
as the hologram started up and we were transported to a virtual
recreation of MoSh's dream.
I looked around the area, nothing was remarkable, what I was looking at
was a park of some kind with a picnic table there, MoSh was sitting on
one side of the picnic table with what appeared to be an Indian shaman
sitting across from him. The present day MoSh and I got closer so we
could hear what was being said. I actually sat on the left side of the
MoSh at the picnic table, and the present day MoSh was beside me, and
there was a dark specter floating over the shaman… wtf? There was no
dark specter… the day was bright and sunny, a great day for a picnic,
and there was no sign of anything creepy… except for the dark fog
seeping out of the… gopher hole?! That wasn't dark fog… it was a cute
little gopher baring it's razor sharp fangs as it tore the head off of
a small lizard and swallowed the thing whole… um… ok… my mind was
running away from me a bit here… I focused my attention on the shaman,
who I knew right away was don Juan, and listened to him and MoSh
talking to each other.
Don Juan was talking to MoSh about getting a message to me regarding
how to find him, when don Juan said that he took a glance to MoSh's
left, directly at me, as if he was looking at me. But that couldn't be,
this was a hologram, it wasn't even like we'd traveled through time to
view it in person. Don Juan's gaze strayed to the present day MoSh and
then returned to the MoSh he was speaking with. MoSh said something
about me not having the power to reach don Juan, but don Juan said it
has nothing to do with power, what I was lacking was the belief in
myself, I have too much doubt about myself to find him, which I thought
was odd since I was now sitting across from him… I snickered, which
somehow seemed to get his attention again… don Juan looked at me for a
bit longer this time, I had the distinct feeling I was actually being
watched, so I silenced myself, I wasn't here to interfere, after all…
but I wasn't here at all! I put my attention back on don Juan right as
a large black form with huge razor teeth reared up behind don Juan and
was preparing to bite his head off, or that's what it appeared to be… I
instinctive stood up and yelled at don Juan to look out, and right at
that time don Juan leaned over to pick something up from the ground…
the creature's teeth clamped down on nothing and the thing dissipated
into the air like smoke.
After that, the other MoSh was still not paying any attention to me,
the present MoSh was looking at me strangely, and don Juan also seemed
to be watching me… was this not just a hologram? Were we actually
there? I didn't have any answers to those questions for certain, but it
definitely looked like don Juan was responding to my actions… so now I
just straight out asked don Juan if he could see me, was he actually
looking at me like it appeared he was looking at me. He didn't say
anything, but he focused his gaze right into my eyes briefly before
looking back at the past version of MoSh. So he was seeing me! I had no
doubt in my mind of that now, somehow he was seeing me, which would
indicate this was not just a hologram.
So the dream went on this way, the past MoSh and don Juan spoke a bit
more, don Juan said something about telling me things then I could
write them down… at the same time as I was seeing don Juan and MoSh
talking in a park I was seeing someplace much more disturbing, a dark
and dreary place with strange mutant creatures crawling through the
shadows, often coming out and feeding on one another… I couldn't hide a
look of 'yuck' when a smaller creature jumped on a larger one, tore
into the stomach of the larger one, ate the soft tissue within, then
ran off leaving the larger creature still alive, but inevitably dying
an unpleasant death, and making the most horrible noises as it died…
this caused me to not hear all of what don Juan and MoSh were saying to
each other, but don Juan seemed to find my reactions interesting, as he
looked over in my direction several times. Smaller ant like mutants,
mouse sized ants, came out and began eating the creature before it had
finished its slow demise, creating the loudest and most horrible cries
of pain yet…
Once the pathetic creature was dead I was able to return my attention
to MoSh and don Juan, the latter of the two was looking back at me… I
saw movement off to my left and looked over just in time to see MoSh
disappear from the picnic bench, that must be where he woke up, and now
there was something else there… sort of a version of MoSh, but it had
razor sharp fangs and teeth, talons on his hands, and the eyes of a
goat… meaning his pupils were horizontal and square shaped, looked
really kind of creepy. That version of MoSh hissed at me like a snake
and then made to bite me with his sharp fangs, I held him back from
biting me, and then he disappeared just as the normal MoSh had done. I
looked over at the present day MoSh, and he was looking over at don
Juan… hadn't he seen what had just happened? Hadn't he seen the really
creepy version of himself? I was getting the idea he hadn't, which
seemed really strange that he could have missed it…
Don Juan was looking directly at me now, no longer trying for the
illusion that he couldn't see me, it was obvious to anyone looking that
he was looking right at me… both of him were looking right at me… There
appeared to be two of him, one lying barely beneath the surface of the
other, creating a somewhat blurred image of him… I wondered if there
was another don Juan within the inner don Juan… I looked closer and
could see there indeed was, and another… and another… and another… and
then I stopped looking deeper because it was starting to give me a
headache… like looking into infinity. I felt like the dream was going
to slip away from me, but that was the last thing I wanted to do… I
looked away from the many dimensional don Juan and looked at my own
hands, trying to stabilize my dream, and I did a double take… I had
talons?! Or at least one version of my hands had talons… another had
long red fingernails, another looked normal but had blue skin… ok,
enough of seeing all of this, to stabilize the dream… I closed my eyes
and used the time dilation method Allura showed me, and as I dilated
time the dream stabilized.
With the dream stabilized, I looked back up at don Juan, I asked what
the message was that he had for me. He said nothing for a short time,
and then, "The fact that you are here proves you already understand the
message." I was sitting there looking at him with what was no doubt a
blank look, the different versions of don Juan were responding
differently, one was snickering, one had no expression, one was
frowning, one was outright laughing his ass off, one was shaking his
head, one was nodding, one was… ok… that was too many don Juans again…
I was getting disoriented. He asked exactly what I thought I was
seeing, I figured he meant the fact I was seeing many versions of the
same thing, so that's what I answered, that it was different versions
of the same things from multiple planes of existence. He said I was
only seeing a few of the many ways that things are, but let's see if I
was really seeing anything at all…
Before I could put meaning to that, however, the scene around me
changed. I surveyed my new surroundings and saw I was standing in a
forest clearing (barren desert landscape) where there was one person
there beside myself. That person looked like an Indian shaman (weird
crazy old man) with long white hair hanging down to about the middle of
his back (sticking out in every possible direction) and an old wizened
face (with wild colored paint all over it)… I was seeing two versions
of this person at the same time…
Version One:
I was in a barren desert landscape with very little sign of life
anywhere, and the crazy looking shaman was staring at me with an insane
look in his eyes. I focused on him for a bit, not sure what I was
supposed to do about this situation, he attacked me with a wind spell,
he formed a tornado and basically sent it at me. I jumped out of the
way and flew over to the other side of the crazy shaman, looking at him
to see what the best course of action was… and his spark was something
I couldn't miss, so I would heal him. The song I thought I needed to
use was Touch My Heart, so I focused on that while evading another wind
attack, this one had wind blasts compressed so tightly that they were
like spears, the song played through and golden energy flowed through
the shaman, I had directed the spell to match the shaman's own energy.
The song finished playing, the shaman looked normal now, he nodded at
me and was gone.
Version Two:
I was in the forest clearing, there was an Indian shaman looking at me
with a calm expression on his face, he also had an evil glint in his
eyes. I wondered if he was up to something, I thought there was
something strange about his aura, it seemed ice cold. I heard him
chuckle, and then there was an explosion of activity as animals charged
from every direction attacking me, they seemed to be under the shaman's
control. They were innocent animals, I didn't want to hurt them, so I
took to the sky to avoid an assortment of birds dive bombed me from the
sky, to free the animals I would have to deal with the shaman quickly.
I searched him, I figured I would find the spark, but I saw nothing…
could that be? I looked a little deeper, still nothing, I looked as
much as I could… I was attacked more, and I had still seen no sign of a
spark in this man. Since I could see nothing to heal in there I just
went for straight defending myself… He was attacking me with a staff
that had a blade on each end as the animals continued attacking me from
behind, I saw no choice but to counter attack with my Witchblade sword,
and I ended up killing him. Once he was dead, the animals dispersed,
then I saw a ghost rise from the body and both were gone.
Ok… now things looked normal again, what had that been all about? I was
going to say something to don Juan, who was there in front of me again,
but I didn't get a chance to before everything changed again. I was
inside a room now, that looked like the interior of an old type
building that might have been used by native Americans… There was yet
another shaman standing in front of me, he had long braided gray hair
(long black hair pulled back into a pony tail) (I couldn't see his hair
because of a hood over his head)… I was seeing three versions of things
now…
Version One:
I was looking at the shaman with long gray hair that was in braids on
both sides of his face. He attacked me with fire, forming a fireball in
each hand and throwing it at me. I countered the fire with a blast of
ice, to extinguish the flames so the place wouldn't burn to the ground
with us in it… though this man was attacking me, he had a spark… so I
would heal him. A ring of fire formed around the man, expanding to burn
all in its path including me… I focused on the song Touch My heart,
which felt right for this situation, and the healing energy flowed
through the man. He nodded, then disappeared.
Version Two:
The shaman had long black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail,
his eyes were creepily red and looked a bit crazed… He was attacking me
with ice, throwing icicles at me like spears, I shattered them with my
Witchblade sword while checking this guy for a spark, which I saw
burning inside him, so I focused on the healing spell that felt right,
and that one was the song Frozen by Madonna. The song played and golden
energy flowed through the shaman, having the intended effect. This
shaman also nodded his head and then disappeared.
Version Three
I was facing a shaman with blood red robes on, his face was mostly
concealed within the red hood, but I could see his eyes, and they were
burning like they had fire in them… it sounded like he was growling
from inside the hood. I'm not sure if it was real or imagined, but I
thought I saw fangs inside the hood, the light glinted off his fangs…
He was attacking me with dark energy, it looked like his base energy
was dark energy, he was throwing balls of dark energy at me. I
deflected the energy balls back at him and he absorbed them back into
himself. Now I could clearly hear he was laughing at me… I was about to
start fighting him, but no… he also had a spark… I needed another
healing spell… I focused on the one that seemed right for the
situation, and that one was Until It Sleeps by Metallica. The song
played through, and the healing took its effect as in the previous two
situations. My Until It Sleeps spell was using dark energy, which was
clearly the shaman's base energy, and the spell had automatically
matched that energy. The stable dark energy flowed through the shaman,
bring about the healing effect. Once healed, the shaman removed his
hood, nodded his head, then disappeared.
I was now back in the park with the present day MoSh and the don Juan
from his dream. MoSh was looking at me strangely, I wondered if I had
been gone very long, I wondered if it had even been noticeable that I
had been gone… I looked over at don Juan, I was going to say something,
but I didn't get a chance before five spirits appeared, the five from
the shamans I had encountered, they were all standing in a circle
around don Juan. One by one, the shaman spirits merged into each other
until there was just one left, and he was no longer a spirit, he looked
very solid. And don Juan seemed to know this man, it looked like they
were friends. I wondered who this new man was, I wondered how he
(they?) had known don Juan. The other man turned around and disappeared
into thin air as he walked away, and then don Juan turned back to me. I
was wondering what the message had been, I asked him… he said that if I
was to examine the events of this dream more closely that the message
hidden within would become clear to me. He said now it was time for me
to wake up, I had been doing a lot of dreaming in just a single hour of
sleep… just an hour? I wondered if that was possible, and then I woke
and found I truly had only been sleeping for an hour…
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 10-08-2010
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on 08-04-2010 at 02:27 PM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
There was an aged Indian shaman here wearing a hat and looking at me
with a very intense gaze, I wondered who that was and why he was here
while Tigress didn't seem to be. Since the man seemed so focused on me,
I walked over towards him… I recognized his energy. Somehow, instead of
ending up in Tigress' dream, I had ended up locating don Juan…
I
surveyed my surroundings a bit more, searching for any sign of why I
had ended up here instead of where I had intended to go. Don Juan was
silently watching me as if he was expecting something interesting to
happen, such as me growing wings and suddenly flying away, I figured I
could make that happen, but I wanted to know what was going on here. So
I went over closer to don Juan and asked him if he knew why I was
there, I had not intended to be there. He asked if I wanted to be
elsewhere, I said yes, I had dream goals I was completing that included
meeting Tigress for a shared dream since we're still working on a
confirmed one. He said I didn't need to be anywhere else, I needed to
be right here, right now, to stretch my mind outward into the other
realms because a mind that is not stretched will collapse in on itself.
I was most likely giving him a blank look, since I didn't know where
all of that had come from or what the purpose was, then he said I
obviously wouldn't see it until it was right in front of me, so here it
is.
The scene around me shifted completely to something a bit disorienting,
but I focused and was able to get my bearings… I will try to relate it
as clearly as possible. There were now four separate scenes going on
around me all at the same time, all different… two of the scenes were
similar to each other, the other two were also similar to each other,
but the two pairs were vastly different. I was now standing at the
entrance to a small village (the entrance to a grave yard) (the
entrance to a volcanic cave) (the entrance to a park) where I was
looking at Callisto from the Xena series (Demona from the Gargoyles
series) (a demonic looking Callisto) (a zombie Demona) with an army of
raiders (zombies) (demonic entities) (more zombies) following them. Now
that I think the complexity of these parallel events is conveyed
sufficiently, I will split the four separate dreams out…
*Callisto's Party*
I was at the entrance to a village like those found in RPG's. I was
looking out of the village at the road leading into town, it looked
like the main road going into town and through the village. This road
was now blocked by a woman warrior and a group of ruffians that looked
like a street gang decked out in leather and spikes. Now, for people
reading this dream that didn't know already, Callisto is the first
person I ever used my soul healing on, that was when I was just
discovering the ability. Callisto had been driven insane by the violent
deaths of her family and at this point is filled with nothing but
anger, hate, and a lust for revenge.
So I knew what to do about this. Callisto ordered her goons to attack
the town, and leave no one alive… or maybe leave one alive to tell
everyone that she would keep killing until Xena showed herself. The
raiders moved towards the village, I formed my Witchblade sword and
attacked the raiders. My Witchblade armor blocked their attacks, my
Witchblade sword cut through their armor, and with the speed I got
training with Vegeta I was fast enough to keep them all out of the
village.
When all of the thugs were dead, Callisto was still in the road looking
exasperated. She said she should have known better than to think anyone
Aries could dig up would have any skill, all of them losing to one
woman, who did I think I am, Xena? She moved in and attacked me, saying
she was clearly going to have to do everything herself. I fought back
in defensive mode, just blocking her attacks and not attacking her in
return. I focused on the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica, which I use
to put hatred and anger and a need for revenge to rest. The song played
through and had a visible calming effect on Callisto, she no longer
looked as crazy as she had just moments ago… She looked a bit
disoriented, which is normal for someone who has just had their heart
healed, then she looked at me strangely and said she had been wasting
her time chasing Xena when she should be following up the rumor that
her sister still lived. She mounted a horse I hadn't noticed until now
and rode away.
*Demona's Hoard*
I was at the entrance to a graveyard that was filled with zombies, more
zombies were clawing their way out of the graves, all of them were
filthy and decaying. Only one person there was still alive, and that
person was Demona from the animated series Gargoyles.
The zombies were gathering around Demona as if waiting for orders of
some kind, she indicated the gate to the graveyard where I was standing
and told the zombies to spread their curse until the whole of humanity
had been destroyed. The first thing I thought of was that it was good
she was only after people… but that wasn't even the point. The point
was she was filled with anger and hate, and she needed to have her
heart healed just as her twinners had needed when I was finding them
long ago. I had to fight my way through the zombie hoard to get to
Demona, but zombies have never given me much trouble, and I used my
Witchblade sword to cut through them all until the zombies were dead…
again… and I was facing Demona. So now I focused on Until It sleeps,
which is the song I always used to use on Demona's twinners when I
found them, evading Demona's attacks as I used the song spell. When it
was finished, Demona looked visibly calmer and somewhat disoriented.
Without a word she took to the sky and disappeared from sight. Though
she hadn't said anything I was confident her heart was now free from
hate.
*Aries' Army*
I was at the entrance to a large cave that was illuminated with a
strange red light, and it was filled with people who looked sort of
like humans but not quite. Something was off about them, that was it…
they all had pale gray skin and glowing red eyes, they all looked
possessed. They were also all stamping their feet and growling and
snarling in a menacing fashion, they were clearly ready to go and just
needed to be given the sign to move out. A woman emerged from the
middle of the group, it was Callisto off of the Xena series, but there
was something wrong with her, too. She didn't just look crazy, she
looked totally demonic with glowing red eyes, actual horns protruding
from her head, although those were small, and a fiery aura around her,
she indicated to the demonic army to go forth and burn everything to
the ground, let no living thing remain, this world would be hers now,
and she would remake it in her own design, but one exception… bring
Xena back alive, she had special plans for Xena, then she laughed an
evil sounding laugh.
Since these people all looked possessed, the first healing song I
thought of was Liberate by Disturbed, although I have never actually
used that spell on Callisto that I could remember. So as I was standing
in the cave entrance, completely confusing the possessed warriors as to
who would be stupid enough to do that, I focused on Liberate. The song
played, and I focused on defending myself as the possessed warriors
were trying to kill me. I didn't want to fight them if they were being
controlled against their will… The spell had its intended effect, the
possessed soldiers stopped attacking me and looked disoriented. Due to
certain parts of the Liberate song, "All the hate in your heart will be
leaving you blind!" and "To take away all the hatred that darkens the
light in your eye!" it also had the effect of cleansing the hate and
anger from Callisto's heart. This spell didn't go unnoticed, however.
There was a flash of fire and Aries appeared, looking the way he looked
on the Xena television show, and he looked angry. He was looking around
the room, asked the warriors what they thought they were doing, get to
battle! A few of them seemed energized by the thought of going to
battle, most of them said there was no reason to wage war. Aries said
they should wage war because he commands it, but there was apparently
enough of the healing energy still in them that they could not be
controlled so easily.
Aries rolled his eyes with obvious annoyance and then said they should
kill the ****, pointing at me, he added that if they needed a reason
why he had a large bag of gold to go to whoever got my head first. Most
of the warriors left, some of them attacked me, so I figured they were
fair game since they were acting off their own greed this time. I
quickly dispatched them with my Witchblade sword, Callisto killed a
couple of them, too. Now Callisto was mad at Aries, angry at him for
using her and tricking her, Aries just said that he knows she likes to
be used and abused. Callisto said she would not allow Aries to use her
any longer. Aries said then both Callisto and I would die. He said we
should know better than to *** with a god. I said I didn't see how
anyone so pathetic could pass for a god, but whatever. Aries was using
dark energy, as was to be expected, and it wasn't very stable, which
was also to be expected. So the plan would be to hit him with light
energy. He was throwing fire with his hands, I used my own fire spell,
but used pure light energy on it. The light energy surrounded Aries,
clearly draining his energy. When it was done he was pissed but also
looked quite weakened. Then a small imp appeared in a burst of fire
beside Aries, trying to get his attention, Aries asked what in an
annoyed voice that made the imp flinch. I couldn't hear much of what
the imp said, but it had something to do with Hades… Aries then told
Callisto and me that we were lucky, he had pressing matters to attend
to, but our time would come and we would be begging for mercy. Aries
and the imp both vanished in a blast of fire.
*The Zombie Queen*
I was now at the entrance to a park at night, there were dim street
lights illuminating small areas of the park just enough that I could
see movement. I used my ocular Borg implant to enhance my vision so I
could see well in the dark and then I realized the park was crawling
with zombies! So it was time for a zombie hunt. That sounded good to
me, so I formed my Witchblade sword and headed into the park taking
down zombies one and two at a time as I came across them. I was making
my way through the park, feeling out the distinct energy of the zombies
and eliminating them, when I came across a particularly strange zombie…
this zombie wasn't a human zombie, it was a gargoyle zombie,
particularly Demona! WTF? I didn't see how a gargoyle could become a
zombie. Was there any way I could fix this? Now that she was already a
zombie? I didn't see any way… and while I was thinking about it she was
attacking me. I saw no option but to fight back, and I ended up killing
her. After that I went through the rest of the park and hunted down the
remaining zombies, at least some of which still thought they were
hunting me…
*Back to don Juan*
Now I was back in the desert with don Juan, he was giving me an odd
look, I asked him if any of those had even been real… he said of course
they were real, they were other planes of existence as I well know, so
stop playing dumb since I wasn't even doing a very good job at it. He
said I had stretched my mind into four different worlds simultaneously,
keep it up and this will be possible IWL. I couldn't stop the spurt of
laughter before it got out, oops… I hadn't actually intended to laugh
in his face… he didn't look annoyed, he just looked at me as if waiting
for an explanation of what I had found amusing. I told him that before
he wastes any more time on me, he might want to know I can't do ****
IWL, so if that was the goal it was pointless. He just shook his head
and said I already have power in my waking life, and so does my friend
MoSh, all we have to do is allow ourselves to use it, which is the goal
of expanding one's mind. He said I am already seeing beings on the
shadow plane, getting visions from other planes, how long would I deny
the evidence given to me by my own senses? I don't know if the question
was rhetorical or not, but I woke before I could answer.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 10-08-2010
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on 08-31-2010 at 08:05 PM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
Note: The final presentation is done and over, so the only thing to do
for now was to try to get my dream control and recall back So with
every intention of recalling dreams tonight, no special plans except to
relax a bit after working so hard, and an attempt to WILD, I fell
asleep with my light / sound machine on. Unfortunately I was unable to
get into my WILD…
I was on a beach, it was nearly sunset, and the only sounds I could
hear were the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, the cries of
seagulls in the distance, and the sound of a gentle wind blowing in off
of the ocean. The scene was very relaxing, which felt good. Even though
I didn't realize I was dreaming, I still felt a need for relaxation and
rest, so I sat down on the warm sand and stared out over the waves and
into the colorful sky with the reds and oranges of the sunset, it was
beautiful. I'm not sure how long I sat there and relaxed before I
sensed that I was not alone there, there was someone else on the beach
with me. I knew I wouldn't necessarily have the beach to myself for
long, but I did want to see who I was sharing it with, if it was
someone hot… someone creepy… someone with a dog… a psychotic looking
clown… yes, that thought did enter my mind… What I did see when I
turned around was an older man, he didn't look threatening or
psychotic, he was by himself, he looked like an American Indian, and he
was gazing off into the sunset just as I was. So I turned my attention
from the man and back to the waves, birds, and the sunset.
I now sensed that the Indian man was right behind me, I could feel his
gaze as he was looking right at me, and this caused me to turn around
again. He was, indeed, staring at me now, and he had a disapproving
look on his face. My first thought was that I was trespassing on a
private beach, that would definitely explain why there weren't any
other people there. He probably wanted me to leave. I felt a mixture of
foolishness for wandering onto private property and annoyance at having
to leave since I clearly wasn't hurting anything, but I got up, brushed
sand off my pants, apologized to the man for trespassing on his beach,
and started to walk away. He stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, he
said he did not own the beach, no one owned the beach. Whew, that was
good, so there was really nothing wrong with me being there. The man
pointed out to the sea, asking if I saw something wrong. I said no,
since I had been staring and not seeing anything wrong. He told me to
look again, more closely. I did. The sun was hanging over the ocean,
the sky was bright reds and oranges, fading to deep purple and blue
overhead, and the waves flowed steadily out to sea… huh? The waves were
weird… wrong somehow… I looked closer, and the water seemed to be
emerging from the sand itself and flowing out to sea… that wasn't
normal, so I did a RC and found I was dreaming…
I
looked back at the man now, he said it was about time I became lucid, I
found the way he said it to be a bit annoying, but he had made me lucid
so I brushed it off. I asked him who he was, he said I should already
know that now that I was lucid, unless of course I was completely
blind, he said I should look at him and actually see who he was. I was
getting a bit more impatient with his attitude, but I still didn't
respond to that, resisting an impulse to call him an ass… there
couldn't be any benefit to that. I looked at the man, focusing on
seeing his energy this time, and I finally decided I was looking at don
Juan, but there was something about his energy that was a bit off…
right as I thought his energy was off, the frequency conformed to what
I thought it should be, he said now I could see him. He pointed back
out at the ocean and asked what I saw there… I saw dolphins swimming
out in the ocean, so I watched them for a bit and told don Juan about
the dolphins I saw even thought I thought he should be able to see them
for himself.
I was watching the dolphins still when don Juan slipped a cold glass
into my hand, I looked at it and it was full of a drink of some kind,
he said to drink it… I sniffed the stuff, wondering what it could be,
maybe I'd get my penticon implant to do a spectral analysis on the
stuff before drinking it, that way I could be sure it wasn't dangerous…
then that felt a bit dumb, I was in a dream, I could eat a cyanide and
arsenic sandwich with cobra venom on it and a glass of bleach to wash
it down, and it wouldn't be dangerous. It would be disgusting, but not
dangerous… besides, I didn't remember any time where don Juan had
seemed hostile, so I took a sip of the drink. It was actually pretty
good, sweet and fruity, so I drank a bit more and looked back out over
the ocean to see if the dolphins were still there.
The red sun was just about gone beneath the surface of the waves, and
the full moon was rising a bit to the right of the sun… wtf? How could
the moon be rising from the same direction the sun was setting? I
rubbed my eyes, looked again, and the sun was rising now, and the moon
was setting. Um… ok… well, it was a dream after all… so anything is
possible in a dream, the laws of physics are not applicable here. I was
absent mindedly drinking the juice when I noticed I felt strange, a bit
light headed… wait a minute… the world was spinning, I was losing the
dream! Damn! I focused on the moon and willed the dream to stabilize, I
wasn't ready to wake up… The sun turned into a giant pacman with fangs
and tore a large mouthful out of the moon, red color that looked like
blood came out of the torn moon and added even brighter reds to the
sky, and it caused the ocean itself to look like it was on fire. The
sun ate the rest of the moon in one bite, then hundreds of stars fell
from the sky and ate the sun until there was nothing left but a dark
night sky filled with stars, although some of those stars were notably
fatter than the others. I was just staring at that in silence until I
finally muttered a, "What the *** was that all about?"
I took another drink and stared at the night sky for a bit longer,
waiting for anything else odd to happen, and I felt something bite my
lip. I looked in the glass and saw there was not much of the drink
left, and there were weird worm things with lots of teeth squirming on
the bottom of the glass, looking up at me and snarling, jumping to get
to me to bite, one of them was hanging off of my face. I removed the
worm, put it back in the glass, and felt like vomiting at the idea I
might have actually swallowed one of those things… as I said, things
like that won't hurt me in a dream, but it can still be extremely
disgusting. I felt light headed and nauseated, what the ***? I had
been poisoned after all, though this guy hadn't seemed hostile in any
way, I had been poisoned, I looked over where I knew don Juan was and I
saw a clown… a weird clown with so many razor sharp fangs, blood
dripping from his fangs… what the ***? I thought I was on a beach with
don Juan, not Pennywise the Clown from Stephen King's It! The clown was
grinning at me in a very evil manner, which was weird since the energy
I sensed from the clown was still not hostile, maybe a bit amused, but
not hostile. My penticon implant spoke to me, saying the foreign
substance had been identified and was being neutralized… I closed my
eyes and waited until the computer said the neutralization was
complete… then I opened my eyes and looked around.
It was dark out now, there were stars in the sky, no sign of the moon,
there was a faint red glow on the horizon, dolphins were playing in the
ocean as the waves rolled in from the ocean instead of out to the
ocean… and don Juan was standing beside me, not Pennywise the Clown,
although he did look amused. I realized I was still holding the glass
that had the juice in it, but when I looked it was just a bit of juice
left, no worms or anything inside it. Hmmm… it seemed I was the butt of
some kind of joke here… I took a deep breath and looked over at don
Juan, I asked him what the point of that had been, because if it was a
poison, he should know I can't be poisoned in the dream state… He
looked into my eyes and got a strange look on his face. I had no doubt
in my mind that the drink had been poisoned… my penticon said the drink
would be safe now, since the substance to neutralize the poison was
already in my system. Don Juan was still staring… I commented it's rude
to stare… I then commented that the fruit drink was good, asked if he
had any more of it… he said sure, and filled my glass from a flask, so
I drank down the poison then deliberately smirked… then accidently
burped… a long, loud, and embarrassing one that smelled like fruit… I
said, "Excuse me," out of habit.
Don Juan asked if I could sense all the different way things are… he
said I should be doing it effortlessly now, but… he seemed a bit
puzzled… He said I have already done it in dreams, I have seen many
worlds at once in the dream state… he indicated the ocean, I saw don
Juan standing in front of the ocean (a gunslinger at the edge of a
desert) (an old hic at the edge of a swamp) (a fire elemental beside an
ocean of lava) (and Indian shaman at a fire at the edge of a thick
forest) (a desolate ocean bed with a vampire in front of it) (a massive
storm that was blowing with intense force, no sign of don Juan or
anyone else) (a battlefield with many dead and dying soldiers lying
everywhere, one not far from me was screaming as a vulture was eating
him while he still lived as a soldier beside me pointed and laughed) (a
field of colorful flowers and a country man standing beside me) (a vast
level area of land with an army of Goa'uld marching across it, Teal'c
was beside me) There were so many different versions I wasn't able to
focus enough to take action in any of them, it was quite disorienting…
Then I heard don Juan speaking to me, focused on that, and pulled
myself back into one world, seeing one place, one time… The beach was
completely dark now, illuminated only by the dim glow of the stars, my
eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see don Juan was still there,
and he was speaking. He said I have the ability to see into many worlds
at once when in the dream state, and with practice, to take a different
action in each one of those worlds, so why hadn't I yet tried to exist
in even two worlds simultaneously while awake? I said it was because I
would never believe it or trust it to be real. He asked why not, I said
I would have no way of being certain I was having an effect on another
world or just pulling fictional **** out of my ass. He said I have to
learn not to question what my own senses tell me, be they physical
senses or other senses, it is completely normal for a nagual to see
many planes and interact with them simultaneously… ok, there's your
problem… I am not a nagual, if you want to talk to a nagual, maybe I
could bring MoSh to this dream… He said he will find MoSh on his own
when it is time, but now he was telling me to use the powers I have
IWL… I said I have no powers IWL. He said I do have powers there, he
said my friend thinks he is full of ****, so was I saying I agree with
that, was I also saying he was full of ****? I wondered how he was so
sure I have a friend who thinks he is full of ****… he said he wasn't
blind, and that is fine if she wants to think that, she will find her
own path. So, did my opinion match hers? That he was full of ****? I
wasn't sure what to say, I didn't want to be rude and say yes, he's
full of ****, but I know I have no powers IWL… so I said nothing.
After waiting for a short time, don Juan said again to use my powers
IWL, I repeated I have no power IWL, to me we were both starting to
sound like broken records, repeating over and over and over… I was
getting impatient. I said of course I have no powers IWL, that's why
they locked me into the trash hole of a dimension where I am now
imprisoned. I'm not sure why I said someone sealed me in my home
dimension… he said the prison couldn't be secure if I was there, on
that beach, with him right now… I said apparently there is a breach
that allows for dream travels… but on the physical plane, any powers I
had have been sealed. He asked who had sealed my powers. I said I
didn't know, maybe the Templars? He laughed, said not even close. He
said the only one who had sealed my powers in my waking world was me,
sealed it with doubt and disbelief, self doubt and refusal to believe
in myself, because without those two things nothing will ever be
possible. Or, of course, if I prefer to think he is full of ****, then
go ask someone else and they will say the same things using different
words. I really wasn't sure what to say right now, but I didn't have a
chance to say anything before the dream faded and I woke.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Nagual LoneWolf - 10-11-2010
I began to dream with Don Juan in the 70's and 80's and even the last few years...he is there for warriors to find.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Eilias123 - 11-03-2010
A very perplexing dream from Waking Nomad:
I am everywhere... in so many dreams...
too much light and dark energy flowing through me out of balance... it pulses...
First I vomit light energy, then dark energy
I slow the frequencies down.
I explode with a surge of light, and am a million atoms which are suns.
I feel my electrons dance and sing with sentience.
I feel at once confused, terrified, and amazed.
I am me again. I am Pan.
I am on Urth.
I am watching my Pan-self from a dream a year ago with Raven.
I am on a mountain... the humans come... I stop them first pushing a
huge boulder on to the road, then with a foot stomp which creates an
earthquake, then I make earth spikes come up...
I watch the dream progress.
don Juan appears.
Now
you see the importance and pointlessness of everything. Everything in
the universe is one thing, therefore all of existence, all matter,
non-matter, energy is all in one single point. There is no time, there
are no dimensions. We are all aspects of the same one god universe
thing perceiving itself in different ways. And yet, All is infinite,
therefore everything exists. I hope you are finally beginning not to
understand. Stop trying to understand everything, and just accept
things for what they are. You can deliberately choose which dream you
want to perceive. You are not living a certain amount of lives. You are
living an infinite number of lives. Therefore it is impossible to
perceive all your existences and all your dreams simultaneously because
your mind is finite, though your existence is not. You chose before you
were born your perception and your form. So, no go with it, and relearn
the lesson I taught you last lifetime.
I focus on one perception. Don Juan is now a fox, and I am a hare. We are in a dry scrubland between a desert and a forest.
"You are not going to eat me are you, Mr. Fox?"
"No, boy. You are too big. We are the same size. Or are we?"
Don Juan grows large and grotesque. I cannot look away. His flesh begins to rot, and worms crawl in his giant fox-man body.
His mouth opens and forms a black hole.
I summon a huge silver dish cover, and cover him with it. I lift it up,
and he is a live suckling pig with an apple in his mouth. Tears of
blood drip from his left eyes. He whimpers softly.
"Don't you eat me!"
I feel revolted yet fascinated, then suddenly insane. I turn into a werewolf.
"I will eat you, little pig little pig in a most decrapitatious way! HHAHA!"
I summon a fork, and dig into his flesh. It tastes like kalua pig.
Where I dug into him, there is blood, but after I dig it out, it's
fully cooked.
He makes his hooves into jets and flies away.
A giant flyswatter comes down from the sky and swats us both. There is
a big black lady that looks like a cartoon, with the face of don Juan
mixed with a demonic Cheshire cat.
I turn into a Pan action figure.
STOP TORMENTING ME, YOU ****!
Don Juan opens a portal, and jumps through. I follow him. We are in a
dungeon. There is a man being tortured. It's me. He is being whipped,
chained to a stone wall. The man with the whip has the head of a bull
on. I kick him in the back, breaking his spine, and the bull head flies
off. The man is me.
I shoot astral tentacles at both me's. I absorb them into me.
That's not what you are supposed to do!
I am tired of your ****, shaman! All your puzzles and riddles and crazy
games, all your bullshit. I am all done with you! Fed up! Stop trying
to make me doubt my actions. I don't care if I am not aware of the
physical state, or if you are some type of dream guide or some awesome
dead guy blah blah blah.... I only had those stupid IB dreams when
guess what? I had them when I was reading your book.
You think you know everything about dreaming.
That
would be Carlos that thinks he knows everything about dreaming. You see
he took what I said, and expounded upon it, and perceived me in his own
way. What he did not realize was that I was referencing a very specific
world that is not universal to all dreaming, but it is a path that he
had chosen for himself. Just as hallucinogens were necessary for one
such as him to be inducted into the wayless path, his perception of the
dream plane, a very abstract one was necessary for him to understand
dreaming. But, what he did not understand was I was teaching him a
perception that was to be for him alone. Other may perceive it
similarly, but not so universally as he so egotistically thought.
Carlos was always fascinated by a new experience, even if it was an old
experience forgotten, but never understood the true purpose which is to
perceive energy not as its truest form, but it's purest form, which is
this:
Everything changes into colored energy.
Now you see me for what I am, a dream character of Carlos Castaneda. It
is true that I am real. It is also true he met me in waking life. But,
I have no physical form. He was awake when we met because of the
hallucinogens he took. He had many dreams and many drug trips that were
so real, they were memories to him, which of course, they are. He had
dreams taking drugs, and when he was on a drug, he would take another
drug in his head, in the drug trip. I am at once a sentient entity, a
collection of thoughts and projections based on plant experiences and
the energy of a multitude of dreamers. But, at my core I am a creation
of Carlos Castaneda, yet I am real.
Dreaming with Don Juan. - Guest - 08-21-2019