Lone Wolf

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Indulgence is our worst affiction and comes from the false security that we are immortal.

[Bob May]

Hi Wolf,
"ThanKs Mays..you both inspire me with your insights as well."
A slip of the pen perhaps?
I think not.
I am having a very difficult time bringing the recollection of my dreams with me as I awaken. Even though I am repeating the elements of those dreams over and over again in order to remember them.
Is it because there are two of me functioning each in it's
own environment and not able to cross over?
I have experienced this before with certain waking visions I've had. It seems to take an enormous amount of will to retain some experiences and bring them to the point where they are available to waking consciousness.
Something to do with "Totality" I think.
To learn to balance on that razors edge consciousness between waking and sleeping and to practice it often may be the answer. I remember this excercise given to Carlos by Zuleica in the "Eagles Gift". It had to do with being "rolled in on oneself."
Another sorceress described it to Carlos as the "flip" I believe. To bring the two awarenesses together. (left and right side)
Which I experience in a different way during meditation. We called it going into the "subconscious" which is seated in the Solar plexus area. (Don Juan says the navel area)
Don Juan said (also in the "Eagles Gift"), that losing the human form was the only way to break the "shell" of our luminous core.
"To break the shell means remembering the other self, and arriving at the totality of oneself."
I will try this excercise for a while and see what effects it has.
Bob

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Both awareness are there. We have the power to access them with intent.
It takes energy to do it. Allow this to affect your selves.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

One day I happened upon a woman who was very upset. She spoke only spanish I had a neighbor interpret for me what she was saying. The woman a young mexican had
a week old baby in her arms. The baby was wrapped in a blanket. According to the mother the baby was a week old and she had been feeding it when it began to
choke. The baby stopped breathing and was turning blue. The woman wanting my help handed the baby to me. I held it close and looked for signs of life. There
wasn't much there if any. I laid the baby on the cement porch of the adobe home and tilted its little head back. I gave it a breath. The baby opened its
eyes, took a breath and began crying. Medics soon arrived and I drifted away once I found out the baby would be alright. Thus the breath of a nagual has many
powers.

[Guest]

Bravo Nagual Lone Wolf for saving the life of this baby! Very Nagual of you to slip away anonymously.

[greenriverknight]

Can any of you do that? Let's do that.


Blow new life into nagual Lonewolf whens he's down doing


sorcery theatre?Big question, eh?


Why do I need a nagual to guide me?


These are not questions though they sound like they are.


I have a cough I need a curandrero.


Hope to hear from others like myself.


Turn it into not doings: day and Night.

[Bob May]

Good job Wolf.


Now that little boy will grow up hearing of the mysterious stranger who saved his life and disappeared.


He will know he was born and survived for some special reason.


He will wonder about that reason all his life.

[Sugrue]

Gee, I thought it was EMT's and lifeguards that saved lives so easily...


Have you moved your AP away from your ego yet?




Sorry, I just don't get it here...

[Nagual LoneWolf]

We as warriors have the ability to act in ways that EMT's and Life guards do not for we have power to guide us and our choices to act. Thanks Wak and
May...I appreciate the comradeship we enjoy here at Separate Reality.

[Sugrue]

Do you think I don't know that?


I don't want to start swaggaring and boasting here.


I have saved many lives, too, and didn't have to post about being a nagual to do it.


Would you have entered the building if it were blazing? collapsing?


And you knew not where the baby was? Nor could you see it?


Spirit has given all we humans the power to share our Breath, our Spirit.


Would you have saved that baby if it were floating past the dock in the ocean's undertow?


EMT's and lifeguards have ALOT of power that we as warriors have yet to learn.


And they, too, will shy away from speaking of themselves in an heroic manner.




Allow me to challenge you, Lone Wolf,


Say, Cousin to Cousin?




I am,


a Sugrue

[Bob May]

I don't want to start swaggaring and boasting here.


I have saved many lives, too, and didn't have to post about being a nagual to do it.




The name of the sub-forum is Tales of Power. To share our stories of strange things that happen to us.


To boast is not the point. To boast is to take credit for something that obviously is not within the ordinary realms of human ability or perception.


EMTs and firemen overcome or disregard common human fears and risk their lives to save others. That is a very important and selfless thing to do.


But not the subject of the forum.


Whether or not Wolf is bragging only Wolf knows. But he is relating a story that happened to him. An out of the ordinary occurance.


That is the reason for the forum. To relate out of the ordinary things that happen to us.

[Sugrue]

Good point. Point taken.



"To relate out of the ordinary things that happen to us."
By the same argument, though, that would be saying that everyday life would be "out of the ordinary" for someone in a live-saving
profession.




It's not within my belief system that tales of Power are those things that occur in the daily lives of ANYone. IMHO, a tale of Power would include the
far, far more out-of-the-ordinary, outside the tonal. I believe this is to what Carlos Castaneda was referring with the subject title "Tales of
Power"; situations that, when placed in the waking world, seem fantastic, hard to believe -- not just strange -- yet explicable nevertheless. I may be
waxing religious when I say to mimic the teachings with the same titles and not keep with the same intensity of its original meaning dilutes the topic, but
it's plagiarist, if nothing else.




And not to nip too fiercely -- memorializing one's opinions on the 'net may read harsher than one means to be -- EMTs, et al., do not disregard common
human fears, nor do they put them aside.




I'm just passionate, not hateful.


-Sugrue

[ARNWAY]

Sugrue maybe you could illustrate an event in your life that you would like to share that would be significant that fits in the class of Tales of Power"?




Look at Wolf's previous posts and you will clearly see that this is not his best example.




I will also share a tales of power experience.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

To answer ..yes I would. That is my nature.

[Sugrue]

I awoke to the sound of dry grass crackling. After a brief struggle to open my eyes, I saw that the crackling, swish-swish, swish-swish sound was being
made by me! Hmmm...




"But why is the dried golden grass only inches away from my face?" I asked myself. Lifting my head to look more upward, towards the horizon, I
noticed an unfamiliar balance between the size of the sky and the size of the ground, divided by the horizon itself. The ground portion was much larger than
to which I am accustomed; the sky seemed unimportant.




I took a few more steps, and the crackling sound of the grass no longer was of any concern to me. Instead, I'm concerned because each step I took was
being mimicked by a step behind me but not from without -- it was... another leg?!? Without any volition on my part, I started running, trotting. Then
galloping. I could see with more clarity than my human eyes had ever seen before.




I was in coyote form again. As soon as I realized this, I began to doubt myself. Thoughts came in multiple form, like three of four people talking all at the
same time. The loudest voice said, "How do I do this?" When I gave my attention to that thought, almost simultaneously my physical awareness
shifted. Now I was running with only two legs, and my point of eyesight was above the animal's shoulder. It became an awkward gallop; my two now
more-human legs trying to run without keeping rhthym with the hind legs, which were much stronger.




I began to wobble, and stretched out my arms -- my what? I thought -- laterally in an effort to keep my balance. I "rode" for a few seconds like a
jib on the front of a small sailboat as the coyote continued at a full gallop across a patch of flat land in the hills where my home was located. As the
animal literally dove down the slope where the flat land ended, I contined traveling horizontally, above the ground, separated from my little coyote friend.




I looked around behind me and could catch only a quick glance of the coyote before I felt the sensation of being pulled backwards. Without any normal,
physical transition from one scene to another, I found myself to be in the kitchen of our home, already in step on my way to the bedroom. When I saw my
sleeping body on the bed, I floated back into it with a feeling of such comfort. Secomds later, I awoke again, this time laying next to my husband who was
still sound asleep.




With full memory of what had just occurred, I quietly got out of the bed, walked to the window, and scanned the hillside looking for the coyote that often is
still in the area as the sun lightens the sky before cresting the hilltop. In a few quiet moments, he appeared, trotting along the dirt fire-road which
circles the hill in order for the fire trucks to gain access to the area. Fascinated, happy, and in love with that coyote, I thought: "****. I have to
go to work now."




HAHA! And so I do right now, too. Yet, thanks for the memories, coyotes and you here, reading this.




Peace.


-Sugrue

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Yesterday morning...I watched a small coyote walking in desert across from my house. It went into some bushes and I watched the other side to see if it would
show in the next opening. It didn't and I continued with my chores. When I went out to the street to put the garbage container out for pickup ..I saw the
coyote get up and walked away with a backwards glance at me as if to say "thanks for making me move human". I saw that it was a female and I remember
thinking I wish I could make friends with one.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Further...It wasn't my intent to boast of saving the infant's life it was instead me wanting to share with you here an event I experienced.

[phanriver]

What is the intent of telling a tale of power? I ask as someone not familiar with Carlo's books. I only learned about them less than a year ago. I
picked up a couple and have been trying to read them but not gotten very far I am afraid. I picked them up to be able to better understand the abstract and
language used in different forums that I discovered well just short of a year ago now and before learning of Carlo's books. I have really much more
enjoyed learning from the forums though, something much more satisfying interacting with others rather than reading old words. Maybe that just a laziness on
my part I know. I wanted to say all that first because I know that question could sound very loaded, challenging not what I wanted to convey. Question is
just to get a better understanding of the concept.


So why do we share tales of power? Is there something to be gained? I would think so because any relating requires at least a little energy.




Really pretty much anything anyone posts can be perceived as boasting. Any experience shared can have that quality of "look at me, look at what happened
to me." Depends on the person received as to what they perceive. What causes that perception to see boasting in another? (Okay I know now that question
is a loaded one LOL)

[Bob May]

Hi Phanriver,




"Really pretty much anything anyone posts can be perceived as boasting. Any experience shared can have that quality of "look at me, look at what
happened to me."




You are right. But we have to deal with that throughout all aspects of life. It is a matter of weeding out those who can be trusted from those who cannot. And
the ego can be so subtle that we do not always know our own motives.


So, in that sense there is no one single intent of telling a tale of power. So you can just sit back and enjoy the tale with out wondering of the motive or you
can analyse the intent of the person relating the tale. And you can even doubt the veracity of the tale. Or take it as gospel truth.


Your choice.




"Depends on the person received as to what they perceive. What causes that perception to see boasting in another?"




Maybe the listener has been boasted to or lied to too many times before. Or maybe they like to boast so they just assume that the speaker also likes to boast.
Or maybe the speaker IS boasting and the listener is very astute.


Probably all of those answers are correct in one situation or another.




Glad to meet you. Hope you post some more and enjoy the forum.

[phanriver]

Hi Bob May,


Thank you. Yes, many different ways the receiver may perceive a tale and reasons. Most of the time I suspect a good mix of all the above.


What I am most interested in is from the position of the teller. What are some benefical reasons for telling such a tale of power? What is there to gain?




I have never been a very proficient poster but I have to say I am enjoying the forum what I have read so far. That is why I decided to venture a post
myself.

[Sugrue]

"Yesterday morning...I watched a small coyote walking in desert across from my house. It went into some bushes and I watched the other side to see if
it would show in the next opening. It didn't and I continued with my chores. When I went out to the street to put the garbage container out for pickup
..I saw the coyote get up and walked away with a backwards glance at me as if to say "thanks for making me move human". I saw that it was a
female and I remember thinking I wish I could make friends with one." - Lone Wolf



Lone Wolf,




♥ ♥ ♥




-Sugrue

[Nagual LoneWolf]

What is such a tale? The little things we do have their meaning to us...today a very small little dog melted my heart..I wish I could save it...it was hurt,
unwanted, and had given up...I helped it to be captured but will it be adopted? Who knows? Will it feel the taste of death as millions of unwanted animals
suffer every day. Another tale yes... Sorry...this world is cruel and filled with pain...I feel the pain..it hurts and it is beautiful and it is
amazing....life. Breath. Love of minutes, earth, power, breath, the weak...the small...the unwanted and unloved...the abused...the lost..the lonly....the
pain...the pain...pain people..it is a warriors heart. I who walk the earth...days go by and time ..it has its cost. Ixtlan is real and where the wolf lives in
a warriors heart. Every day take a moment and try and see. Be real.

[Sugrue]

L.W.,


I know this place in the heart of which you speak, this place where the heart begins to bleed.




Having to Believe means we have no choice but to believe


Death will be more kind to these animals than the


Life we, as a society, offered them.


Because to think in the other way


Is so painful.


I Have to Believe


Spirit set things up this way.


When one life is too much,


Spirit will receive our Others


Back into Spirit's Heart.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Well said Surgrue. May we fear no evil from within or without. No death. No pain unless it is the kind driven by love.

[Vrill]

another dog story ... my wife told me this story when I came home from work, Monday.




Another small dog an albino Bichon Frise, wandered into her school seeking sanctuary.


I should say another, as we have three dogs. Two of our dogs were found at her school.


We also have a chihuahua, we adopted from the local animal shelter.




Knowing that another dog would be one dog too many, she called her therapist, who also has several small dogs.




Our therapist had just had to put her dachshund, Oscar, to sleep that day! She was still dealing with the heart break, but consented to take in the new dog.




Needless to say it was a strange coincidence!