10-03-2003, 12:00 AM
The Chacmools of ancient times are said to be the statue deities in whose bowls the beating hearts of sacrificed victims were placed.
Another memory given by the Spirit has resurfaced and I feel compelled to share this memory least it disappear again into the realms of whatever mystery surrounds memories of this sort. Don Juan would probably call it positions of the assemblage point. Whatever you may choose to call it I have indeed experienced it over and over on many occasions.
Whether true or not, it has been revealed to me that the name Carlos Castaneda chose for the three of his women followers was not chosen as a coincidence. It was chosen quite deliberately in intent. I was shown that at least on one occasion Carlos conducted a secret ceremonial human sacrifice in official Mesoamerican tradition. The woman sacrificed was stalked as prey by the Castaneda chacmools and, from what I have seen, Kylie was the main person who did most of the stalking, tricking, gagging and tying down of the victim. Carlos served the part of the Mesoamerican priest and tore the still beating heart out of the victim in full Mesoamerican priesthood manner. A shock wave went out into the universe and at that very moment the Spirit pronounced judgment and sealed Carlos Castanedas doom. In tremendous anger the Spirit visited Howard Lee and gave him a dream vision of the human sacrifice that was performed by Carlos Castaneda and his cohorts. Judgment had already been pronounced against Castaneda by the Spirit and because Howard Lee interfered by healing Carlos the Spirit visited Howard Lee in the form of death itself. Howard was given an ultimatum. Either he undo the Healing of Castaneda with a vengeance or he would also be killed by the Spirit. When Howard finally came to the full realization that he had interfered with the judgment of the Spirit against the evil Carlos Castaneda he was furious for being so stupid. It takes a lot to make Howard Lee blood killing furious angry and he was indeed blood killing furious angry when the Spirit fully opened his eyes to what he had done. Howard felt fully responsible for the life of the person who was sacrificed and he now felt fully responsible for any atrocities of the Spirit Carlos had committed since he healed him.
Epilogue:
This morning I awoke from a powerful dream. Much occurred that has dissolved into mysterious dream forgetfulness, but I clearly remember how I woke up: I happened to be walking on the sidewalk along a moving large expensive black limousine that I knew contained Reni & Nyei Murez (two of Castanedas former chacmools) and a couple of others of the highest Cleargreen order. I shouted out, WAIT A MINUTE!!! The limousine stopped in the middle of the street and the drivers window rolled down. It was obvious from their demeanor that they wanted nothing to do with me. I took out my wallet practically overflowing with money, stripped it of its credit cards and any other identifying markings then threw the wallet bulging with hundreds, fiftys and twenty dollar bills through the open limousine window and watched as it got wedged between the passenger backseat and the car door. When they realized all the money I had thrown through their car window their attitude towards me changed and they became nice and wanted me to interact with them. With all the anger and hatred in my heart I gave them the finger told them to go F*** themselves and walked away. I awoke as they were following me trying to get me to change my mind.
Another memory given by the Spirit has resurfaced and I feel compelled to share this memory least it disappear again into the realms of whatever mystery surrounds memories of this sort. Don Juan would probably call it positions of the assemblage point. Whatever you may choose to call it I have indeed experienced it over and over on many occasions.
Whether true or not, it has been revealed to me that the name Carlos Castaneda chose for the three of his women followers was not chosen as a coincidence. It was chosen quite deliberately in intent. I was shown that at least on one occasion Carlos conducted a secret ceremonial human sacrifice in official Mesoamerican tradition. The woman sacrificed was stalked as prey by the Castaneda chacmools and, from what I have seen, Kylie was the main person who did most of the stalking, tricking, gagging and tying down of the victim. Carlos served the part of the Mesoamerican priest and tore the still beating heart out of the victim in full Mesoamerican priesthood manner. A shock wave went out into the universe and at that very moment the Spirit pronounced judgment and sealed Carlos Castanedas doom. In tremendous anger the Spirit visited Howard Lee and gave him a dream vision of the human sacrifice that was performed by Carlos Castaneda and his cohorts. Judgment had already been pronounced against Castaneda by the Spirit and because Howard Lee interfered by healing Carlos the Spirit visited Howard Lee in the form of death itself. Howard was given an ultimatum. Either he undo the Healing of Castaneda with a vengeance or he would also be killed by the Spirit. When Howard finally came to the full realization that he had interfered with the judgment of the Spirit against the evil Carlos Castaneda he was furious for being so stupid. It takes a lot to make Howard Lee blood killing furious angry and he was indeed blood killing furious angry when the Spirit fully opened his eyes to what he had done. Howard felt fully responsible for the life of the person who was sacrificed and he now felt fully responsible for any atrocities of the Spirit Carlos had committed since he healed him.
Epilogue:
This morning I awoke from a powerful dream. Much occurred that has dissolved into mysterious dream forgetfulness, but I clearly remember how I woke up: I happened to be walking on the sidewalk along a moving large expensive black limousine that I knew contained Reni & Nyei Murez (two of Castanedas former chacmools) and a couple of others of the highest Cleargreen order. I shouted out, WAIT A MINUTE!!! The limousine stopped in the middle of the street and the drivers window rolled down. It was obvious from their demeanor that they wanted nothing to do with me. I took out my wallet practically overflowing with money, stripped it of its credit cards and any other identifying markings then threw the wallet bulging with hundreds, fiftys and twenty dollar bills through the open limousine window and watched as it got wedged between the passenger backseat and the car door. When they realized all the money I had thrown through their car window their attitude towards me changed and they became nice and wanted me to interact with them. With all the anger and hatred in my heart I gave them the finger told them to go F*** themselves and walked away. I awoke as they were following me trying to get me to change my mind.