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Chapter on the Death Defiers-Carlos Castaneda
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Great message Tiffany.   Hard work.....nothing for free.    After I wrote my last post, I questioned myself (again) because I said losing my human form was not a painful process.    I doubted this statement right after I wrote it becasue it sounded like I was saying it was easy.    But it was not what I meant.   It is not easy, it is hard work and nothing is for free......especially beconing a man of knowledge.    I only meant to say that it was not painful.      I am happy you brought this message to me.    I had a very odd dream last night.....I did not want to post it in RF as it is a bit gross.    I can not remember much of the dream except:  there was a small boy with a rifle.   I believe I was the boy but I was an observer of the dream.     It was very similiar to a dream I had and posted in RF - 
"3/29 - I was dead in my dream last night, but I wasn't myself. I was a young boy, around 11 years old. I was murdered by someone in my family. I can see what I looked like, I was white, with long curly brown hair. I was trying to come back to the realm of the living.....but not as a reincarnate, but as a ghost. I wanted to haunt my family. I had malicious intent. That was what I took away from the dream...the feeling of revenge and hate I had as this young murdered boy. The family that murdered me was building a 2 part doorway to the front of their trailer. One part was made of sticks and elaborate patterns. This was on the outside of the door. On the inside of the door was the 2nd part but I cannot remember what it looked like. This doorway was going to allow me to cross over to the living dimension. My family was trying to bring me back. I was sending them messages to help me. But this was all a big plot for me to take my revenge."

- except this time I was not dead but I was the same boy.   I had a rifle and was being threatened by a father figure.   I ended up shooting this man's nose off of his face.   But somehow I was the man too, and I had this message....the voice of dreaming said "do not shoot off your nose to spite your face".   I understood what this meant, specifically to what I am feeling, when I am in these forums.     Now, this image of the man with his nose became very comical.......even though it was very vivid and gross.    He began to take his nose off and on like a clown would but blood was squirting everywhere.   But we were both laughing.
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Chapter on the Death Defiers-Carlos Castaneda - by delawaredan - 05-26-2012, 12:00 AM

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