Hawkeye Crow

[Hawkeye Crow]

Collector of wisdom, fact and knowledge.


A fool.


Through the looking glass, darkly.

[Hawkeye Crow]

"The
way of knowledge is like our old way of hunting. You begin with a mere trail -
a footprint. If you follow that faithfully, it may lead you to a clearer train
- a track - a road. Later on there will be many tracks, crossing and diverging
one from the other. Then you must be careful, for success lies in the choice of
the right road."


 


-- Many
Lightenings Eastman, SANTEE SIOUX


 


An entire
apple tree is initially contained in the seed. Visions are initially contained
in the idea. If you trace the path of a blooming flower backwards, it goes from
the blooming flower back to a bud, back to a stem, back to a seed. So it is in
the way of knowledge. Often we will experience a hunch or a feeling that we are
supposed to do something. At first it may not make any sense. This is the seed
stage. Once we start to investigate, more gets revealed. As more is revealed,
the more knowledge we get. This is the way the Great Spirit guides us.


 Great
Spirit, help me to choose the right choices.

[Hawkeye Crow]

I like the design on this thread, Lonewolf.


The color is relaxing.

[Hawkeye Crow]

"I
believe that being a medicine man, more than anything else, is a state of mind,
a way of looking at and understanding this earth, a sense of what it is all
about."


 


-- Lame
Deer, LAKOTA


 


The
Medicine Wheel explains different ways of looking at the world. The four
directions are the East, the South, the West, and the North. In the East is the
view of the eagle. The eagle flies high and sees the earth from that point of
view. The South is the direction of the mouse. Moving on the earth, the mouse
will not see what the eagle sees. Both the eagle and the mouse see the truth.
The West is the direction of the bear. The bear will see different from the
mouse and the eagle. From the North comes the point of view of the bison. To be
a Medicine Man you must journey through all points of view and develop the mind
to see the interconnectedness of all four directions. This takes time,
patience, and an open mind. Eventually, you understand there is only love.

[Turin Otzaki]

welcome Hawkeye

[Hawkeye Crow]

especially for sorcerers


Title: Counting Crows -
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby lyrics


 


Well I woke in
mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most


I dream I never know
anyone at the party and I'm always the host


If dreams are like movies,
then memories are films about ghosts


You can never escape, you
can only move south down the coast


 


well, I am an ****
walking a tightrope of fortune and fame


I am an acrobat swinging
trapezes through circles of flame


If you've never stared off
in the distance, then your life is a shame


and though I'll never
forget your face,


sometimes i can't remember
my name


 


Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry


Hey Mrs. Potter I know why
but


Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
talk to me


 


Well, there's a piece of
Maria in every song that I sing


And the price of a memory
is the memory of the sorrow it brings


And there is always one
last light to turn out and one last bell to ring


And the last one out of
the circus has to lock up everything


 


Or the elephants will get
out and forget to remember what you said


And the ghosts of the
tilt-a-whirl will linger inside your head


And the ferris wheel
junkies will spin there forever instead


When I see you a blanket
of stars covers me in my bed


 


Hey Mrs. Potter don't go


Hey Mrs. Potter I don't
know but


Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
talk to me


 


All the blue light
reflections that color my mind when I sleep


And the lovesick
rejections that accompany the company I keep


All the razor perceptions
that cut just a little too deep


Hey I can bleed as well as
anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep


 


So I throw my hand into
the air and it swims in the beams


It's just a brief
interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream


Well, I know I don't know
you and you're probably not what you seem


But I'd sure like to find
out


So why don't you climb
down off that movie screen


 


Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn



Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for
you


Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
talk to me


 


When the last king of
Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor


and orders another


Well, I wonder what he did
that for


That's when I know that I
have to get out cause I have been there before


So I gave up my seat at
the bar and I head for the door


 


We drove out to the desert
just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars


We stand up in the palace
like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars


We shout out these songs
against the clang of electric guitars


You can see a million
miles tonight


But you can't get very far



Oh, you can see a million
miles tonight


But you can't get very far



 


Hey Mrs. Potter I won't
touch


Hey Mrs. Potter it's not
much but


Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
talk to me

[Hawkeye Crow]

Words by


Keith Reid






You'd better listen
anybody, 'cos I'm gonna make it clear


that my life is
unimportant; what I've done I did through fear


There's a river running
through me: on its tide I tried to hide


nonetheless I could not
shake it, and in the end it swept aside


all my feeble
unimportance. I can't say it, never mind


Can't you hear me mother
calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blind


And if only 'cos you're
lucky, we both know that's no find


I did think I'd be an
actor. What I am I'll leave behind


 


You'd better listen
anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it


and in case you find your
maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bit


All my sick is in my
stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear


and if you could see
inside me I don't think you'd have me here


Tell the helmsman veer to
starboard, bring this ship around to port


and if the sea was not so
salty I could sink instead of walk


And in case of passing
strangers who are standing where I fell


tell the truth: you never
knew me, and in truth it's just as well

[Hawkeye Crow]

Words by


Keith Reid


 


I sat me down to write a
simple story


which maybe in the end
became a song


In trying to find the
words which might begin it


I found these were the
thoughts I brought along


 


At first I took my weight
to be an anchor


and gathered up my fears
to guide me round


but then I clearly saw my
own delusion


and found my struggles
further bogged me down


 


In starting out I thought
to go exploring


and set my foot upon the
nearest road


In vain I looked to find
the promised turning


but only saw how far I was
from home


 


In searching I forsook the
paths of learning


and sought instead to find
some pirate's gold


In fighting I did hurt
those dearest to me


and still no hidden truths
could I unfold


 


I sat me down to write a
simple story


which maybe in the end
became a song


The words have all been
writ by one before me


We're taking turns in
trying to pass them on


Oh, we're taking turns in
trying to pass them on

[Hawkeye Crow]

I still don't have much to say right now...

I have read and reread all Castaneda. Found answers to questions I did not know I wanted to ask.


The occult, Shamanism, powers.  Witchcraft.


I have experienced the AP shift; stopping the world.


So far, nothing deep, my 'powers' are limited, probably from years of disuse.

[Hawkeye Crow]

Recapitulation (Castaneda)


From Wikipedia, the free
encyclopedia


Recapitulation is a term
used by Carlos Castaneda in his book, The Eagle’s Gift, published in 1982. In
The Eagle's Gift, Florinda, one of don Juan's party of warriors, teaches
Castaneda about the process and purpose of recapitulation. She explained that
recapitulation consisted of "recollecting one's life down to the most
insignificant detail" and that when a woman's recapitulation was complete
she "no longer abided by the limitations of her person."[1] She
further explained that in the process of recapitulation one recounts all the
feelings they invested in whatever memory they were reviewing.


Florinda told Castaneda
that recapitulation often began with a list of items to be recalled. One then
proceeded to work through the list one item at a time staying with the item
until all of the emotions around the event had been felt. The recapitulation
was done with the breath. While recalling the event, one inhaled slowly, moved
their head from the right shoulder to the left. The next breath moved from left
to right and was an exhalation. The purpose of the breath was to restore energy.
When breathing from right to left one would "pick up the filaments they
left behind" and when breathing from left to right they would "eject
filaments left in them by other luminous bodies involved in the event being
recollected."


Following Castaneda's introduction
of the term recapitulation, Víctor Sánchez, author of The Toltec Path of
Recapitulation: Healing Your Past to Free Your Soul, published in 2001, also
wrote about a technique by the same name. For Sanchez, recapitulation is a
procedure of self-healing. It is done by reliving the events on one’s past. The
damage is caused by repetitive emotional conflicts. When these conflicts
persist they drain one’s vital energy. Sanchez says he developed and adapted
techniques of recapitulation described in his book from procedures he learned
from his time with the Wirrarika people, whom he calls the surviving
Toltecs.[2]


Lujan Matus, author of The
Art of Stalking Parallel Perception, regards the traditional method of
recapitulation as being too rigid whereby it can actually hinder the
practitioners ability to establish a direct connection with spirit. He takes an
alternative approach to the recapitulation technique which is less structured
and more spontaneous in its application.


According to Kristopher
Raphael, author of The Mastery of Awareness, Seeing Through the Eyes of a
Jaguar, published in 2003, emotional charges blind one from perceiving reality
as it truly is. Recapitulation is used to discharge one’s emotions so that they
do not react and one can perceive clearly.[3]


[edit]References


 


^ Castaneda, Carlos
(December 1, 1991). The Eagle's Gift. Washington Square Press. pp. 287–288.
ISBN 978-0671732516.


^ Sanchez, Victor (July 1,
2001). The Toltec Path of Recapitulation: Healing Your Past to Free Your Soul.
Bear & Company. pp. 13–16. ISBN 978-1879181601.


^ Raphael, Kristopher
(September 1, 2003). The Mastery of Awareness: Seeing Through the Eyes of a
Jaguar, Part I. Lightwurks, LLC. pp. 1. ISBN 978-0972295659.


[edit]See also


 


Nagualism (Carlos
Castaneda)


Carlos Castaneda


Bibliography of Carlos
Castaneda

[Hawkeye Crow]

The Tea Maker


By YOKO ONO


Published: December 7,
2010


 


JOHN and I are in our
Dakota kitchen in the middle of the night. Three cats


— Sasha, Micha and Charo —
are looking up at John, who is making tea for


us two.


 


Sasha is all white, Micha
is all black. They are both gorgeous, classy


Persian cats. Charo, on
the other hand, is a mutt. John used to have a special


love for Charo. “You’ve
got a funny face, Charo!” he would say, and pat her.


 


“Yoko, Yoko, you’re supposed
to first put the tea bags in, and then the


hot water.” John took the
role of the tea maker, for being English. So I gave


up doing it.


 


It was nice to be up in
the middle of the night, when there was no sound in


the house, and sip the tea
John would make. One night, however, John said: “


I was talking to Aunt Mimi
this afternoon and she says you are supposed to


put the hot water in
first. Then the tea bag. I could swear she taught me to


put the tea bag in first,
but ...”


 


“So all this time, we were
doing it wrong?”


 


“Yeah ...”


 


We both cracked up. That
was in 1980. Neither of us knew that it was to be


the last year of our life
together.


 


This would have been the
70th birthday year for John if only he was here.


But people are not
questioning if he is here or not. They just love him and


are keeping him alive with
their love. I’ve received notes from people in all


corners of the world
letting me know that they were celebrating this year


to thank John for having given
us so much in his 40 short years on earth.


 


The most important gift we
received from him was not words, but deeds. He


believed in Truth, and had
dared to speak up. We all knew that he upset


certain powerful people
with it. But that was John. He couldn’t have been any


other way. If he were here
now, I think he would still be shouting the truth.


Without the truth, there
would be no way to achieve world peace.


 


On this day, the day he
was assassinated, what I remember is the night we


both cracked up drinking
tea.


 


They say teenagers laugh
at the drop of a hat. Nowadays I see many


teenagers sad and angry
with each other. John and I were hardly teenagers. But my


memory of us is that we
were a couple who laughed.


 


 


Yoko Ono is an artist.

[Turin Otzaki]

Hawkeye, great contribution, but this is for introductions, would you pls continue your writings in one of the subforums pls, thanks.

[Hawkeye Crow]

The reason I made the posts was due to being unable to express anything else. It was my assumption that they could speak to my state of consciousness. I don't see why this thread can't be used for items related to me.
Does it really matter that much? Or is it about a need to control? Surely, the posts are not out of context, which I would think is of more importance.
I change,  day to day. This thread seemed like a good document for that change, as well as my personal observations, those not necessarily appropriate elsewhere.

[Hawkeye Crow]

A reply thread does not  likely does not belong here , but I am interested in a discussion of the works of authors Anne Rice ( especilly Lasher and the Mayfair witches)  and Andre Norton. Both, and there are others, reflect the Castaneda narrative of the Nagual, Second Attention, Magic, whatever we call it. Of note, I find Rice's work about Jesus to be provacative, as well.

Hello Lonewolf,

I was thinking of posting in the 'Introductions' thread as you have recently requested.

Before I do, however, I need your observation.

I have come to see the Nagual consciousness as a similar, and perhaps a better, description of what we call the Occult, or better, a description of what is generally known to the world as Parapsychology. Sorcery can be called Witchcraft. Some have Powers, some don't. Many of us deny or are confused by our 'Powers'. Others can be harmed or destroyed by same. There are other 'beings' that share the world with humanity, and are, perhaps, derived from humanity. Ghosts, spirits, angels, demons. We here sum them up as Inorganic Beings, the Foreign Installation is one of them.

Am I fairly on target? Is this what the teachings are about, the Second Attention?

Any observations on the non-Vampire (and non-Christian) works of Anne Rice? Her stories seem to resonate with my experience, limited as it is.





On target would be a good response Hawkeye. Sorcery is the heart of all teachings from Christian to Hindu to Nagualism.





 

Lonewolf





 

It's a long confusing path. We choose heart or death. We deny or accept powers, eh? And we lose what we don't use!





 

Hawkeye Crow





 

It is believed to gain power one must use power. Using power attracts power. Storing power short term is advised, the fi will eat your power if it can.





 

Lonewolf

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Personal power is rightfully owned then dispersed we who use it must learn to intend it rightfully.

[Turin Otzaki]

Hawkeye this is for introductions. Also you may get some discussion going and more feedback from others about the above if you post elsewhere.

[Wei Shan Yang]

I agree with Turin...but want to add I really enjoyed the John Lennon, Yoko Ono excerpt. I have REALLY been thinking about JL this past day. I know he was a nagual being, searching for answers, tormented by his FI and Yoko helped him in a big way, nurtured him in a way the world did not reflect back to them but they didn't care. He made this song and its mysterious to me...



NUMBER 9 DREAM



So long ago

Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?

I know, yes I know

Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street

Thru the heat whispered trees

I thought I could hear

Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Ah!



Dream, dream away

Magic in the air, was magic in the air?

I believe, yes I believe

More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound

Thru the mirror go round, round

I thought I could feel

Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold

The spirit dance was unfolding

Ah!





So this morning I was wondering how power awaited him upon his death.



Good stuff Hawkeye...best to put in main forum under related content.

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