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Everything is awareness. What does that mean? For me it means that everything is aware, everything is full of life. I see around myself a hidden element of conscious awareness running through everything. Everything sees. What is it that aligns my intent into action? What is it that fullfills my dreams? The grand stalker, the master puppeteer, the spirit. We name it this in hope of describing an abstract nature. An infinite awareness. It can take any form, and every form. I have had her dressed as a goddess of reality, clothed as reality itself. A living dream. Naked she can be clothed in any arrangement. But it is neither he nor she but both and all forms. It is the teacher that can guide you to anywhere, and the gatekeeper that can bar your way. Some have seen this in a way of a volitional being, and some have seen it as non-volitional needing our volition to take form. Like a symbiotic relationship. Our dream needs our intent to become what it is, yet it can become anything. I see it as something born of all intent and potential. Either way it is alive and aware, invisible and yet before your very eyes.
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Once i was around a stone built fire pit. It was very large, constructed by the moment for the perfect purpose of stalking fire. Some allies in the city constructed it for that purpose. As I watched the flames grew and changed colours. I was hunting my awareness and examining a not-doing I had constructed. I had built it for gazing at clouds and seeing scenes of my inner awareness form in the clouds. I had acheived very complex and detailed patterns. I had a realization then that everything is aware of my inner awareness because it can make images out of them. My awareness shifted then and I saw that reality was very feminine and nurturing. I perceived internally a living goddess made of Earth. As I gazed forward in my realization i was taken aback when my attention caught on some of the stones. Just like the clouds I was now gazing at a goddess set in gems and arraigned in gold. My attention shifted to realize that entire worlds are created like an artistic tapestry of the mind, and as I gazed all the detailed of the world made for intricate detailed depictions of my inner awareness. Time slipped away as I gazed my own creation with a living Goddess of Earth.
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I was walking and stalking myself in great detail. I was hunting concepts of God and Infinity. I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings as i was walking. I came to the realization that God is perfect and powerful beyond comprehension. I was a little scared of him then and wondered about my judgement because i have done some bad things in my life. Some dark things I should of left alone. Anyways at the exact moment I realized that God's judgement can be at any time and any place. Something at that same moment stopped me from taking another step and i stopped, right as a speeding car zoomed inches from my body. One more step and i would of died then, but something saved me just as I was pondering God and His Infinite judgement.
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Another powerful realization one can have regarding the statement 'everything is awareness' is that our awareness makes up the world we are in. Because we are aware of something that is what it is. Which means that more awareness we have of something the more we perceive and experience. Which is to also say that if you are aware something being bad for you, say a food or something, then that is the form you perceptually generate with your intent and will. By being aware of our awareness we can modify the items of our dream. Making a standard food into an item of personal power for example. By altering or expanding our awareness of something we can also expand the experience.
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Have you seen mold of the man ? I would be delighted to hear your experience with it.
Its interesting, the mold of the man and how various people perceive it, when I did, It felt like a joy or more precisely excstaty that came out of my heart,
it was like looking on every possibility of human awareness and concieving it as very possible and highly real, like looking at potential of what all I can become,
and what I choosed to become, before beign born.
It felt like a very volatile strong tingling permeating myself and somehow thickening my whole body energizing me and making me almost unbearably happy, like plugin in back to the source.
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NagualHuman wrote:Have you seen mold of the man ? I would be delighted to hear your experience with it.
Its interesting, the mold of the man and how various people perceive it, when I did, It felt like a joy or more precisely excstaty that came out of my heart,
it was like looking on every possibility of human awareness and concieving it as very possible and highly real, like looking at potential of what all I can become,
and what I choosed to become, before beign born.
It felt like a very volatile strong tingling permeating myself and somehow thickening my whole body energizing me and making me almost unbearably happy, like plugin in back to the source.
I have no such experiences with the mold of man as I can recall. It is my understanding that don Juan belittled this experience with having no real power so I never really sought it out. I wouldn't suggest dismissing the experience you describe however, I believe it holds power and support for you.
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He did not, he was trying to show the mold of the man to carlos, what was don Juan belitting was the effect it had on carlos, which was very obssessively-dramatizing,
anyway my way past the eagle is different than of juan's sorceric lineage knowledge.
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As i recall Carlos pledged his undieing love to it, and worshiped it. Don Juan then said that the being he saw had no real power and to pledge his love to it was silly.
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Yes and how is that connected with my experience ?
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NagualHuman wrote:Yes and how is that connected with my experience ?
You are the one who asked me for my experiences with it. Somehow this has offended you right?
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nope, I am interested what make you point that out, because you are obviously not Don Juan.
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He hit me on my right side, between my hipbone and my rib cage. That blow sent me soaring into a radiant light, into a diaphanous source of the most peaceful and exquisite beatitude. That light was a haven, an oasis in the blackness around me.
From my subjective point of view, I saw that light for an immeasurable length of time. The splendor of the sight was beyond anything I can say, and yet I could not figure out what it was that made it so beautiful. Then the idea came to me that its beauty grew out of a sense of harmony, a sense of peace and rest, of having arrived, of being safe at long last. I felt myself inhaling and exhaling in quietude and relief. What a gorgeous sense of plenitude! I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that I had come face to face with God, the source of everything. And I knew that God loved me. God was love and forgiveness. The light bathed me, and I felt clean, delivered. I wept uncontrollably, mainly for myself. The sight of that resplendent light made me feel unworthy, villainous.
Suddenly, I heard don Juan's voice in my ear. He said that I had to go beyond the mold, that the mold was merely a stage, a stopover that brought temporary peace and serenity to those who journey into the unknown, but that it was sterile, static. It was at the same time a flat reflected image in a mirror and the mirror itself. And the image was man's image.
I passionately resented what don Juan was saying; I rebelled against his blasphemous, sacrilegious words. I wanted to tell him off, but I could not break the binding power of my seeing. I was caught in it. Don Juan seemed to know exactly how I felt and what I wanted to tell him.
"You can't tell the nagual off," he said in my ear. "It is the nagual who's enabling you to see. It is the nagual's technique, the nagual's power. The nagual is the guide."
It was at that point that I realized something about the voice in my ear. It was not don Juan's, although it sounded very much like his voice. Also, the voice was right. The instigator of that seeing was the nagual Juan Matus. It was his technique and his power that was making me see God. He said it was not God, but the mold of man; I knew that he was right. Yet I could not admit that, not out of annoyance or stubbornness, but simply out of a sense of ultimate loyalty to and love for the divinity that was in front of me.
As I gazed into the light with all the passion I was capable of, the light seemed to condense and I saw a man. A shiny man that exuded charisma, love, understanding, sincerity, truth. A man that was the sum total of all that is good.
The fervor I felt on seeing that man was well beyond anything I had ever felt in my life. I did fall on my knees. I wanted to worship God personified, but don Juan intervened and whacked me on my left upper chest, close to my clavicle, and I lost sight of God.
I was left with a tantalizing feeling, a mixture of remorse, elation, certainties, and doubts. Don Juan made fun of me. He called me pious and careless and said I would make a great priest; now I could even pass for a spiritual leader who had had a chance seeing of God. He urged me, in ajocular way, to start preaching and describe what I had seen to everyone.
From the fire from within, Carlos Castaneda
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Don Juan stood up then and said that it was time for us to take a stroll in town, that I should see the mold of man among people. We walked in silence to the square, but before we got there I had an uncontainable surge of energy and ran down the street to the outskirts of town. I came to a bridge, and right there, as if it had been waiting for me, I saw the mold of man as a resplendent, warm, amber light.
I fell on my knees, not so much out of piety, but as physical reaction to awe. The sight of the mold of man was more astonishing than ever. I felt, without any arrogance, that I had gone through an enormous change since the first time I had seen it. However, all the things I had seen and learned had only given me a greater, more profound appreciation for the miracle that I had in front of my eyes.
The mold of man was superimposed on the bridge at first, then I refocused my eyes and saw that the mold of man extended up and down into infinity; the bridge was but a meager shell, a tiny sketch superimposed on the eternal. And so were the minute figures of people who moved around me, looking at me with unabashed curiosity. But I was beyond their touch, although at that moment I was as vulnerable as I could be. The mold of man had no power to protect me or spare me, yet I loved it with a passion that knew no limits.
I thought that I understood then something that don Juan had told me repeatedly, that real affection cannot be an investment. I would have gladly remained the servant of the mold of man, not for what it could give me, for it has nothing to give, but for the sheer affection I felt for it.
I had the sensation of something pulling me away, and before I disappeared from its presence I shouted a promise to the mold of man, but a great force whisked me away before I could finish staling what I meant. I was suddenly kneeling at the bridge while a group of peasants looked at me and laughed.
Don Juan got to my side and helped me up and walked me back to the house.
"There are two ways of seeing the mold of man," don Juan began as soon as we sat down. "You can see it as a man or you can see it as a light. That depends on the shift of the assemblage point. If the shift is lateral, the mold is a human being; if the shift is in the midsection of man's band, the mold is a light. The only value of what you've done today is that your assemblage point shifted in the midsection."
He said that the position where one sees the mold of man is very close to that where the dreaming body and the barrier of perception appear. That was the reason the new seers recommend that the mold of man be seen and understood.
"Are you sure you understand what the mold of man really is?" he asked with a smile.
"I assure you, don Juan, that I'm perfectly aware of what the mold of man is," I said.
"I heard you shouting inanities to the mold of man when I got to the bridge," he said with a most malicious smile.
I told him that I had felt like a worthless servant worshiping a worthless master, and yet I was moved out of sheer affection to promise undying love.
He found it all hilarious and laughed until he was choking.
"The promise of a worthless servant to a worthless master is worthless," he said and choked again with laughter.
I did not feel like defending my position. My affection for the mold of man was offered freely without thought of recompense. It did not matter to me that my promise was worthless.
Fire from within, carlos Castaneda
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Thanks for the post littlepaw. It was nice to read that again.
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As Julio posted in another thread one of the more common perceptions generated from the awareness that everything is alive is the manifestation of 'elemental spirits' that live within objects and the environment. I call them elementals but they could easily be called spirits or inorganic lifeforms.
One of the first earth elementals i have worked with enjoyed taking the shape of objects in mid flight. So when i threw a pop bottle cap the spirit would enter inside the cap and project 'weeeeeeeeee' as he rode the object to its destination. If the object was spinning the spirit would cast the appearance of being dizzy. The spirits life force inhabited the object, transforming it into an almost cartoon like image of life. Like a living coffee cup. Another time when i was drinking form a cup an elemental spirit entered into it and puckered up as i was about to drink. As soon as my lips touched the object the spirit cast a bedazzled expression as if i had just kissed her. The entire cup transformed to this imagery. I have seen that these elemental spirits can pass through objects, entering them and leaving them as well. When the elemental is within an object the object is imbued with life, so it appears in perception that the object is in motion, and alive.
Another time while working with an elemental i had noticed that my pants seemed alive. Excitedly I called my pants an elemental, being aware that such definitions can often enchant, or become that which you name them to be. As I watched the spirit played with my perception, changing into earthed pants. It was as if my pants were made of earth. As i watched tiny strands of gold and silver threads wove through the fabric, becoming strands of precious metals. Further as i gazed at the elemental hundreds of tiny faceted diamonds manifested. My pants had become diamond encrusted! The perception stayed out for quite a while, and as i walked around in them i felt as if i were a king!
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I look at the flame and I notice something, it has a life, it is aware of me. It is aware of all of my thoughts about it and when I pay attention it starts to move to them. I immediately think to myself the flame must be respected, and with a whole new level of meaning. Another idea comes into my mind then, that the flame is made up of the awareness I possess of it. And I know so little. I start to think of ideas of the flame, to see if the flame will match my idea. I look at the flame to practice and it gives me a little bow. So the flame has new life. Did it always have this awareness and I just didn`t see it. Maybe nobody pays attention, at least not in the right way. I notice the flame is now softer, and casting a pink glow. It must be warming up to me! I think to myself that the relationship one has with the flame is like a personal relationship that grows and develops. SNAP! The fire agreed. I start to be aware of every thought I have about it because I see that not only does it hear me, but it can also match those thoughts. I grab a stick and touch the log sending up a barrage of sparks into the night air and my attention is held captivated as all the sparks align to a dance of patterns and artwork. The most dazzling array of fireworks cast in slow motion danced into the patterns I was thinking about. For a long while I rubbed the log and watched until I had brushed the entire fire into the sky. The time in slow motion had a strange effect on my mind mixed with the sudden darkness and I staggered to the ground. The empty smoking fire pit let out a loud hiss. I was quite amazed at my first dance with the fire, and was eager to try again. The next night I lit the fire and tried to remember the thoughts I needed to get the fire to move cool again. I felt overwhelmed and soon gave up. I sat next to the fire in a pout. POP! It sent a little piece of burning wood onto my lap, then another, and another! It was definitely punishing me. I sat up quickly and looked at the fire with new interest. Hmmm I wondered what I could learn next, and so I said to the fire I bet you can`t get that piece over there. And straight away it started shooting flames onto the small piece on the ground, far away from the flame. Like a small fire cannon it shot out little balls of flame to the piece. I could see the personality of the flame clearly, the life was becoming more visible to me. I thought to the flame about how magical it was, and as I watched it took on a new light, literally, it changed its light to mixing colours and flowing motion that showed the perception of true magic. I had the thought then about perception and awareness being a single unit, and any change of awareness entails the same change in perception. I felt bad about leaving the flame to die out and then I heard that the flame lives whenever you light it, and the flame will remember. I really liked the idea of expanding knowledge of the fire by listening to the fire. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my lighter and lit it and sure enough the flame did a little bow for me as if it was always right there in my pocket. I reached my finger to the flame and it moved away. I pulled it back and it repositioned itself. Again, the same thing. It seems the fire didn't want to burn me, and the thought came into my mind to make a fire that wont burn... later in my journey I did just that.
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Interesting and very knowledgefull, thanks for sharing.
Do you have some experiences with your double ?
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When reading The Book, I recalled my another experience with the mold of the man, I saw it as a light - the mid-section shift of awareness in the one above.
In the other two experiences I had with it it was a just guy with sharp features in armor of light. I felt about him like he is a god we we're just gazing at each other for a while, it was a strange but there was not even a slight feeling or anything within our crossing sights, it felt like looking into eyes of yourself in the mirror, yet I was fully aware that I am not him, I felt unconcerned about him, like that I would not give him even a penny for the status of god for whom I had him at first.
It was like "Yesterday - afternoon - a tea with the god" "What is on the program today ?"
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NagualHuman wrote:Interesting and very knowledgefull, thanks for sharing.
Do you have some experiences with your double ?
You know these experiences are all involving inorgainc life forms. Very wonderous to behold.
i will share at a later time regarding the double. It is a very abstract concept that requires a certain mood to share. I am not in the mood right now. Especially after you insult me repeatedly then ask me questions looking for faults. I am not in the mood to play childish games. If this upsets you i am sorry, it is just the feelings you have invoked.
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That is only your own reflection of reality, I does not share such a childish view, if it makes your ego grow back into it place, please continue to insult and dream against me, I surely wont do that again and sorry for that, but its your fault same as of mine.
I asked questions just because I wanted to know how someone else does it, sometimes listening is much better than talking, definitively I will do that more often now, after what I learned in the steps we made together.
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NagualHuman wrote:That is only your own reflection of reality, I does not share such a childish view, if it makes your ego grow back into it place, please continue to insult and dream against me, I surely wont do that again and sorry for that, but its your fault same as of mine.
I asked questions just because I wanted to know how someone else does it, sometimes listening is much better than talking, definitively I will do that more often now, after what I learned in the steps we made together.
I am not dreaming against you NH. I have no desire to make enemies on the path, and i seldom hold grudges. If you feel i have insulted you i am sorry. I do some of the same things i have pointed out to you. I too can look for fault in someones posts because of my self-importance, but i try to stop this action and seek for something else. Turn around the fight into something worthwhile. Self-importance is an enemy we both share, we just have to catch it in its tracks and stop acting from it. Seek for fault and you will find it, seek for beauty and you will see it too. For me the choice is simple.
You say you do not share a childish view but i disagree. Your own actions have shown me otherwise when you stated that I have a small dick. Sorry to bring up old arguements but it is certainly revelant in my 'insult' of calling you childish. Now you come here and say that this is not childish and my perception is wrong? You were the one who acted in this way not me.
I am glad you have gained something in our conversing. In my initial practice i spent much time on communication and the ability to convey understanding through energy. Talking is a great way to share this, but the person has to be able to understand you. It can be quite a task sometimes because much of reality is uncharted and unspeakable. You have to be able to connect to them. So i spent a long time being a teacher for folk on the streets, conveying my wisdom and understanding to the average joe. I found that when you possess the understanding and wisdom that with the right words it can be transferred quite easily. It is to stalk the telepathic aspects of verbal communication. Something i strongly suggest you do. I do not mean it as an insult either but merely as a truth. People have a hard time understanding your words, not all of them, but some of them. I suspect that if you take your time and think a little longer on your message the right words can be aligned to you and you will succeed in being able to convey truth. I used to be the same way. it helps when i gained awareness of the conscious link we have within everything around me. This link feed consciousness to me feeds words, and energetic understanding. It is the link of conscious awareness that stems from the source of all life. Call it the rolling force that bestows awareness to people. With the right intent you can get it to align to you to feed you the right words, because it already knows both parties involved. Just a friendly suggestion. It also helped to realize the telepathic nature of energy, when we speak we are conveying energy, awareness first and words second. When you focus on the telepathic nature it brings a connection to the surface that was previously not there. When this happens the people can focus on the energy, the understanding and not the words. Its why when you listen to someone who doesn't know what they are talking about nothing is actually conveyed, because they have nothing to convey. You can only convey the awareness that you have. The energy doesn't lie, it is intent.
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True dat,
I felt this many times on my path, yet I feel there is always sometimes more we gain by every experience either in the understanding of words of one another, acts or the meaning with align to that, by every seconds our eyes have to fully open and our hearts filled with joy and with silence opened, when the beigns, see themselves free and able to give everything they ever known or perceived as solid or total definition of the construct, to that impersonal, yet heartfull task - freedom, the doors to the journey behind every word open and we are to witness, something even more encompassing, dreamy and fullfilfilling, it is like if we are here, but not here because we always strive for something more, for something deeper as our spirits joy is only to witness and experience - feel and be free.
We as humans striving for freedom take upon ourselves an immensible burden, that may seems to crush many dreams under its weight, sometimes irreversibly, yet all we have to do is stay clear within integrity of our heart, and our freedom and stay unconcerned with what ever may happen as our spirit is immortal, always beign on the bright side of the things, sometimes we have to fight like never, but that only shows how free we are to strive for the abstract goal - utilizing the intent in a way that does not even by slightest, let us off guard slide to that which has no place in our Dream of Dreams.
What I call real magic a true medicine is way that is integrating itself within the "corrupted intentions" but by manner, that is positively and happily accepted by both sides and the effects such a powerful ways have are always almost uncatchable - it is the intention to fully encompass and help, yet not make everyone see it even by slightest.
It is as if we all in reality need and want love; power sort of; a connection within the integrity of the circumstances and ourselves that would make us feel as fullfilled as that is where all our dreaming experiences lead to a abstract meaning that bears to our heart a strong power a big emotion, the mystery of passion that we unlock within ourselves.
On the other hand all conscioussness is predatorial and that sometimes creates very unconcerned, corny, strict and in few last decades of humanity, big amount of science and rules of society bound around that, both these elements of our experience and the act of perpetual, growing learning and wondering, uncovering the truest one self called simply life or dream, have to utilize both these aspect in balanced manner to be truly pan-dimensional.
Emotions(in the mysterious, colorfull part of ourselves - the heart) ,great values or importance ( in the predatorial part - strict, gray-like part of ourselves), what we attach to those doings dissapears by the Teeth of Time, and that is something we have to accept as warriors, because freedom - to fully grasp our potential; to simply dreams gives opportunity to be that what we are longing for to be, but on other hand, infinity is not for free, because it's essence is transience and however we may seem ourselves more as standing on the edge of the world, the further we will have to jump after and sometimes the meaning we attach to the words of ours and others is an experience even deeper and courageous.
Thank you serloco, you made me understand much, I hope I can repay you that.
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Reality is predatorial, yes, but not all realities are. It is my experience that the more evolved the awareness the less predatorial it is. Again if you hold to those values you will align to those expectations. Many realities are based on expectation and intent, judgements. Expectations work very closely to intent. If you expect the conditions to prevail then you are intending them to. If you expect it to be predatory then it will be. If you can expect it to be nurturing and feminine, then it will be. Naming reality is one of the things inorganics taught me to do. State your intent, name things. Judge them with awareness, and guide the free flowing energies into the forms you desire. This is true fluidity of the moment, and before cohesion takes place we are free flowing awareness. Once we judge things, make expectations, and lay down our value system then we are applying ourselves to that world. Its the mystery we are after, not all the regurgitated conclusions of our predecessors. If we want them to form our dream for us just continue to accept everything you hear without questioning it.
I know i repeated myself here, but my awareness caught the same thing again, and so i felt the need to repeat myself.
Again I am glad you have gained something from our experiences.
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I tend to use what is good for my stock as to say.
The experience we are producing, by the fact that we are dreaming beigns, brings an opportunity a position, certain awareness, perhaps an uncatchable feeling,
that exists within this universe as everything else in this universe (in others it is otherwise) as structure of atleast two elementary elements - dimensions, which works as a pinpoints - definitions of the structure and it's materialisations through those dimensions that we tend or strive to be aware of in our perception, such as tendency and integrity, lenght an hight, speed and force or simply as a shade and intensity of object; light.
This pattern is everpresent in this universe, and used used to point out; recognize any structure - and patterns in it. That knowledge is used without expectation or need to calibrate somehow the circumstance, from the core of one's own heart - his intent to live, the effects dissolve the stationalized awareness and creates field of self-energizing fluid made by the change of subject, because of that, the world of values dissapears as this certain procedure of reactions - integration creates a certain, state of reality, often perceived as strange yet soothing occurances within the field of awareness, it's attributes, density or just light flickering somewhere in the sight.
What one get from the experience is very personal and by that fact even more reality bending...as decision to interact is always carried on the wings of the intent from which it fluctuates.
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