Sorcery experiences

[serloco]

I remember long ago I went into the nagual and left the world for many years. I went out to find my death and to learn from it, and of it. I started where don Juan had set me and headed in that direction. A few years later I could do many things with my awareness of death, and it had become my greatest ally. People would come to me to die in my presence then. So we could fly away and into the beyond, and death would come for us, and take away that old position and move us to the new one. To stop our world in it's tracks, and have it form into a new one. The death from my sword was beautiful and masterful. Free and commanding. My tongue was a sword. Later I had journied back into the average world, and began to see their awareness and intent of death was shallow, and fearful, and often very misguided indeed. It became in that position so that whenever I heard the word death spoken whether directly or in their bodies intent, then I would reject it, and move on with my own way. I had died and seen death many times in many ways, and I could see theirs too. I often would not bring up the world any more of death, because I could see that it would be immediately rejected in their awareness positions. So I used my abilities and feats in a different light of knowledge. I did not want them to run away, and I did not want their intent of death involved yet. I did not want many miracles associated within them as being 'evil' or 'wrong'. So my awareness transformed and death did not show itself to me visibly, nor to others around me any longer in my workings. I had even forgotten my death's forms and so had no reference to recall. All of what I could do then was done from different awareness positions mostly. One day as I was walking in a city I had lived in before I was stalking time and set my awareness into a position that would enter into the exact positions of my past in this city exactly as they happened then. I had forgotten too much and so I didn't specify. To my amazement I found myself a day later walking down a street I had walked down long ago and flowed then into the exact shifts of consciousness I had then been doing. With the same Ally with me then. At first i didn't recall that it was the exact same shifts in my past and the exact same bodily movements I had done before. Then I did and I was amazed inside of a body that was being moved by time. I could not get out at first of this time loop and my body moved without my present volition through the same consciousness as then. Then I was so fluid everything was shifting in the now with death at my heels, it was so hot that anything could burn at any second and death was chasing me into the night. I could feel his power and his consciousness communicating to me as it was then. He bring up horrible things in reality that had the danger of instantly aligning into form, because I was dead and i was alive, nothing and everything, empty while full. Death was showing me it's forms that I had eaten in my life, and I would kill them, or rewrite them into new things with their essences. Alone with my death I could enter into nothingness and in it form new life and new form. At first as my awareness shifted back into these states with Death I fought the idea of giving death power, because again of all the average ideas of death that i was used to fighting against. I thought about all the things i have done in this place
long ago, and a voice said to me "death" to everyone of them. And I denied it as if I were being persecuted for being a death follower or worshiper. Every feat he would say "death" indicating it was death's power that did this. Thoroughly convinced it was true. For awhile I argued with this entity and would not accept the awareness shift of power to death. He was right of course but you see it may of been the power given to death that made these things possible in that moment, but it is the power of life now that sustains them, it is the life of death that we have within us as well that set's our experience with it. So it is that with the power of death you may release something into something new, and achieve freedom, or in it place new life, but it is the life's essence that is the reality and it's power. Death may clear the field and collect the harvest, but this harvest is for life to eat. It is life that plants the seeds in the open(empty and clear unformed potential) field to grow the form's they are cast into. The forms are life. Including the form's of our personal deaths. The knowledge we have of it, the awareness we have of it, what we name it even, is the life of our death. And so power is everything, it is in everything as we set it to be, so it is, this power is because it has life and death both. If death has the power to do this or that, then you have given it that power and form, that Life, that outcome intended. They are together as one to perpetuate the existence of Infinity. Infinity is limitless and it is alive.