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Book Learning
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Quotes, when they are posted, always bring to mind an interesting line from an author I enjoy, once again, Brother Jed. 
This is in regard to the Buddha, yet substitute don Juan and you'll see what I mean.  If not, I'll explain a bit further. 
“To begin with, neither one of us has the slightest idea what the Buddha said because he didn't write it down and get it notarized. And since he's not here to explain, we're on our own."  
Keep in mind that writings are about the Buddha, Jesus and don Juan.  None were written by any of them.  Do we really know what Juanito told Carlos?  We're only left with Carlos' interpretation of what Juanito told him, right?  A bit more....
“Andrew was wide-eyed at this heresy. I sensed that he was thinking about getting up and leaving.”  
"Hey, this is good news. What I'm saying is that you don't have to rely on the highly suspect teachings of someone who's been dead for thousands of years. You can rely on yourself. If Prince Siddhartha made it on his own, you can too, right? The Buddha was just some guy who got serious and figured it out for himself, so maybe that's his real teaching - that you can figure it out for yourself. Maybe the point isn't that he was some sort of deity or superman, but that he wasn't. That he was just a guy like you or me."  
"In the process of waking yourself up, you quickly realize that there's no outside authority. You have to verify everything yourself. If you adopt something someone else said, it's only after you have verified it for yourself. If Jesus, Buddha, or Lao-Tzu made it, you can make it. There's no choice about this-you can't walk in someone else's shoes and there are no turnkey solutions.”  
Ah yes, good points, but still more quotes, correct?  Where do quotes come from?  Well, if you’re an old fucker like me, they come from books.  
This now leads us to an older post that touches on this topic, book learning.  It pains me to keep dragging this one out, yet it seems needed.  
Book learning, like any other sort of second-hand learning, while perfect for things of an academic nature, is far, far less than perfect for things of an experiential nature. 
Two downsides of book learning concerning things of an experiential nature are: (1) less than the full experience itself gets into the book and (2) things other than the experience itself become identified as the experience.  The struggle of Carlos Castaneda in this regard can be seen in his reinterpretation of events described in early books when he wrote the later books. 
An intellectualization of the experience results for the reader.  The serious reader who attempts to take it all to heart can become the academic king of the words in the books and still not get the message, for the study of the books relies on linear thought while the subject and message are completely non-linear.  
Dillucidation is the de-intellectualization of the experience, the process through which the reader can build his or her own bridge to the experience.  It, the experience itself, is available.  Getting it through the intellectualizations of the writer is the challenge, and Carlos Castaneda is a very intellectual fellow. 
Yet "getting it" is only the beginning of the challenge.  Getting that you got it is the other half. 
"Getting it" itself will happen to any reader who gives a few hours to the writings of Carlos Castaneda, briefly, from time to time, when something happens in the reader's life which takes him or her back to the moments of the similar experience which the writer shared.  That "getting it" lasts until something happens, although the reader will accumulate a string of such moments over time if the thoughts of the writer stick within his or her awareness.  From that string of moments of "getting it" the reader builds confidence that what he or she got is "it". 
A reader may even come to believe that they got it.  That is a pity.  All they have is a structure which supports itself.  That self-supporting structure they can carry around and draw from to show themselves and others how everything all fits so well into that intellectual understanding of the non-linear they derived from their reading.  They have nothing.  The very structure they carry around is the enemy of the purpose(s) which brought about the writings in the first place. 
Their academic success in the mastery of the finer points of the intellectualizations in the writings, in their mains, makes them immune to the basic tests which don Juan put forth for Carlos Castaneda to face early on, the enemies. 

Fear makes them hold on to their book learning. 
Clarity makes their book learning seem adequate. 

Power results from their mastery of the intellectualizations in the books. 
Knowledge, to some extent, comes with that package as well.  There they are, thinking they are the masters of the teachings, and they are stuck before all the enemies yet once again. 
What a pity.  Dillucidation is their way out.  Yet they are terrified of dillucidation.  They would have to turn in their diploma and start all over again, learning to unwalk the rules in order to find the truths beneath them that bind them altogether with a simple picture that holds it all yet has no rules.  Only then do they truly get it and get that they got it.  Until then their plight is such a great pity.
Please note that this entire post is mental masterbation.
We are all doing The Work, so I KNOW this post doesn't apply to you.
SHM
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#2
I stumbled across the following in some blog...seems appropriate in this thread.some blog wrote:~
"The spiritual seeker is like the man sitting at home on his sofa, who gets the bright idea to go in search of home, so he packs his backback, programs his GPS and heads for the hills.
Where is he going if every step he takes is one step further away from his goal? He's on a journey to discover this fact, and only this. There is no other reason.
He passes through streets lined with booths. Everything he could ever want is available at the spiritual bizzare but the one thing he's looking for; his own home. Nobody can tell him where it is or sell it to him or give him a map or beat it into him. Even the wisest can only point him back the way he came, but he's already been that way.
He comes upon the big tent. "Welcome to the Spiritual Circus" Here he can study the words of the masters, learn all the tricks and techniques. He learns to meditate and be blissed out and present in the moment and experience Oneness and infinite Love and he thinks he's getting closer to home. 20 years later he's still looking.
If Oneness is the Truth of his Being, what does it mean to be the experiencer of Oneness? If his home is Truth, of what use are the words if they don't point him home? If Truth is already what he is, and he won't effortlessly notice, what amount of effort will bring about this realization?
The spiritual search serves one purpose only; to help you realize the futility of the spiritual search. For the imaginary self, it serves the purpose of distraction, delay, obfuscation. The 'me' is buying time, turning away from the gallows steps over and over. It's a game, a pretense, a sham. The mind will run through the streets screaming "There is no me!" What foolishness.
The spiritual path is about learning to die gracefully. No more games. No more delay. No more excuses."
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Thanks G.



I remember this one now, although I can't recall the blog it came from.
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Heya..
Here is a free copy of theun mares teaching..."the mists of dragon lore.."
since this was printed.. the books have been re-compiled..
this was the first theun mares book i read!
This was in the days...
when i was a foolhardy warrior!
The book was so difficult to read knowledgably..
that as part of my work...
i carried it with me around the city i lived in..
hoping to ground it.. in time and space..
through the path it was carried...
I took this book into devil worshippers houses..concealed in my waistband..."protecting my energy i stupidly thought"
when what it actually did was turn me into a lens.. for Theuns students to study what devil worshippers do to warriors..
" have you ever heard you SOUL SCREAMING in the next room, and felt as your tonal was drained of all sanity! to be left bereft with nothing but basic desire to survive???.
StoneHenge, glastonbury, avebury stone circle , green gathering, glade..clubs and pubs ... free acid trance parties.. festivals...
police stations..
I even considered turning it to paper-mache and making myself a suite of armour!
to see if i could find.. "the man behind the book"
i could never get over the feeling...
that it clearly states...
"do not read this book unless you have read the first two..."
yet i percevered!..so i could be shot to the cORE by the teaching!
I jumped into a world which was going to destroy me!!!
I just looked ten years to the future... and said warrior...
then tied myself onto whatever it was..
and asked that i be dragged like a wine-cork on a piece of string... over whatever cragged peaks and crevasses where between me and then..
my only intent.. to arrive..
its called sacred service!
or AGONY...
It was about this time i first joined YUKU..
it was when jimmy two hats was still on this forum..
tearing up oaktrees in his mind!
it was also when we found the nagual man.. standing in a pool of reflective water....
...and also the time.. i was chased by wolves over fences i could cross with fear...
but only return to with valour! all the time losing ceaselessly losing any hope for a normal life!
sorceric dreaming.. i still dont like the way it made me feel...
still as long as the game continues to move in a balanced manner..
we will all find happiness!!! JOKE!
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http://www.scribd.com/doc/19815237/Theu ... -Teachings
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#5
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I've only read Mares' first book, although I own the first four.



Perhaps an omen to dig into the others and give them a whack.
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#6
I love your transition...
FRom head rammed up own arsehole...
To the view from within...
they could almost be the SAME PICTURE!
ha ha ha!!"" Awright..ha ha ha ...,,,," Quetzacoatl'
Im not really saying you are up your bottom!
but there are some theories..
regarding rythm within the assemblage point!
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#7
rosygyro wrote:

I love your transition...
FRom head rammed up own arsehole...
 Rosy!  Are you callin' me an ass-talker??

Reminds me of my favorite words in regards to ass-talkers....
“Is this like satsang?” asks one girl, a newcomer.  
“I ain’t exactly sure what a satsang is,” replies Brett.  
(…cuts dialogue where satsang is described.)  
“Okay, okay, everyone settle down now.  I think I got the idea, and to answer the original question, no, this ain’t that.  Makes me sad to hear ya’ll talk like that, about profound experiences and highly evolved teachers and whatnot.  Seems like we can’t make half an inch of progress around here.  Let me say it again; I got no feelin’ for all this silence, peace and tranquility business, and ain’t nobody special.  Just like Mr. McKenna told ya, we’re all here together in a leaky boat on a shoreless sea.  Ain’t no better or worse among us.  No one’s higher or lower, ahead or behind; we’re all in the same damn boat with the same damned view.  The storm is ragin’ and the clock is tickin’.  We don’t know where we are – or who, what, why, when or how for that matter – and anyone says otherwise is talkin’ out their ass.  This boat is full of ass-talkers.  They like to make it seem like we’re all in this boat together, but the fact you gotta learn is that we are each of us alone.  Black sky and black water all around and the closest thing to solid land is this little ship which, by the way, is leaking like a rusty bucket.  It might go down in fifty years or five minutes, no way of knowin’ when, but it will go down and that’s a fact.”  
“Ya’ll are in this trance,”  continues Brett, “and you come here askin’ me to help snap you out of it.  I can’t help you, though.  You gotta get to where you want it enough to do it yourselves, but that ain’t easy cuz you got yourselves lulled into this damn complacency which sucks all the urgency out of your plight.  It’s like a coping mechanism.  Ya’ll know what a coping mechanism is?  It’s like a tranquilizer.  We keep ourselves strung out on tranquilizers all the time, but if you come here you’re sayin’ you want to kick the habit.  We’re all in the hands of a loving God, that’s one kind of tranquilizer we like to swallow.  Means you can just sit back and pass the time.  Be nice and say you’re sorry when you done wrong and your lovin’ God won’t cook your ass.  Reincarnation is another pill that goes down easy.  We’re coming back again and again so we got all the time in the world.  We’re subject to a bunch of karma-dharma dipsy-doodle and we just gotta be good little sheep; no pressure, no urgency, nothing to do but lay low and ride it out.  Or maybe we’re all divine beings of light and all we gotta do is sparkle and shine and live a pretty life, play nice and not kick up a fuss.”  
“Ya’ll startin’ to see a theme emergin’ here?  Be nice, be quiet, be good, don’t ask questions, don’t use your minds, don’t make a rukus – sound familiar?  That’s what all this satsang talk sounds like to me, like you start feelin’ a little agitated so you need a fix, got to get some more tranquility, like that’s the purpose of these teachers and gurus you keep talkin’ about, they keep you mellow, keep you doped up so you don’t gotta face your situation.  Sounds like the exact opposite of wakin’ up to me.”  
“But here we are on this storm-toss’d ship, and if someone starts tellin’ me everything’s all glorious and divine so I should just sit down and shut up, be cool, be mellow, close my eyes and clear my mind, I’m gonna kick up some fuss.  I’m gonna ask that person to make some serious sense, and I’m gonna wanna see some evidence.  I aint’ got no time for ass-talkers with all their dainty ideas about heavenly booty.  I don’t wanna hear a lot of fancy sermons and poems and clever guesswork, I want some facts.  Anyone sayin’ they know somethin’ is sayin’ they got the most precious commodity to be found on such a ship, they got some knowledge, and if they say they got it, I’m gonna wanna see it, and if they can’t produce it, I’m gonna take that hard and I’m gonna wanna chuck ‘m outta my damn boat, maybe do some keel-haulin’.  Y’all know what keel-haulin’ is?  It means death to the ass-talkers.  They ever tell you that in your little singsang circle-jerks?”  
“But they ain’t got no knowledge,” she continues, “that’s what I learned in my life, that’s what I know that y’all don’t.  There ain’t no knowledge to be had.  All they got is tranquilizers, which is all most folks want anyway.  This little ship we’re talkin’ about is full of every kind of crafty drug pusher sellin’ every kind of painkiller you can imagine, and business is always good because we’re all a bunch of strung out junkies lookin’ for our next fix.  We gotta stay doped up.  We’re all just lookin’ for a pill to swallow, something that’ll take the edge off, dull the senses, and make everything look all soft and rosy all the time.  Once you’re hooked, it’s damn tough to kick.  Self-deceit is the hardest habit to break cuz it tell us we ain’t self-deceived.  
“So how do we break this habit,” asks the girl who started this with her satsang question.  
“Easy,” Brett answers.  “You just gotta do two things.  First, you gotta know you’re hooked.  I don’t mean know it like you know it now, like an idea you heard someone say.  I man you gotta know it complete, like in every fiber of your being, like every thought is darkened by it, like every sight and taste and smell is poisoned by it.  You gotta know it like a fiery pain.  Y’all know what pain is?”  
No one is laughing now.  
“Then, once you get to that point,” she says as she uses the heel of her boot to draw a deep line in the sand between herself and the bleachers,” the next thing you do is draw a line, just like Mr. McKenna keeps tellin’ you.  
That’s how it’s gotta happen.  You draw a line.  You make a stand.  You say, that’s it, I’ve had enough.  This is as far as I go till this **** starts makin’ some sense.  And you mean it with your whole life and being.  You put it all on that line.  Until you do that, you ain’t done nothin’.  You’re just goin’ along to get along.”  
Jed McKenna
Spiritual Warfare
...brought to you by, your #1 ass-talker, SHM.
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#9
OH sheesh! What a ton of self importance on this thread, woo wee!
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#10
datura8 wrote:
OH sheesh! What a ton of self importance on this thread, woo wee!

Nice of you to judge us, oh, I mean join us, Dat!
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#11
Just observing SHM...
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#12
datura8 wrote:
Just observing SHM...Incorrect.
If you were 'just observing' there would be no comment.  You began to actually participate (which is more than 'just observing') by sharing your opinion.
Please share further, since you've moved past observing to participating.  
Kris
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#13
Nothing much to share, just giving my opinion per my observations. Do you have anything intelligent to share or are you just looking at getting into a pissing contest? And if so, I guess that would mean, nothing new with you, right?
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datura8 wrote:
Nothing much to share, just giving my opinion per my observations. Do you have anything intelligent to share or are you just looking at getting into a pissing contest? And if so, I guess that would mean, nothing new with you, right?Oh, I share what I share.  Yes, I do enjoy pissing matches. 
If my comments are not intellectual enough for you, don't read them.
Be beautiful this evening...
SHM
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#15
Im always beautiful, even when I first wake up in the AM, thanks!
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#16
Beauty is the eye of love, love is the eye of the warrior. The warrior sees the love of beauty.
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#17
Nagual LoneWolf wrote:Beauty is the eye of love, love is the eye of the warrior. The warrior sees the love of beauty.
I like that Lone Wolf. Beautiful ;-)
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#18
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Beauty and Love with our fellow Warrior Travelers of Infinity...



"The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof."



Illusions, by Richard Bach
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#19
Illusions was a good book =) Pretty good quote, very true.
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#20
"That’s how it’s gotta happen. You draw a line. You make a stand. You say, that’s it, I’ve had enough. This is as far as I go till this **** starts makin’ some sense. And you mean it with your whole life and being. You put it all on that line. Until you do that, you ain’t done nothin’. You’re just goin’ along to get along.”



However putting it all on the line is a personal thing, everyone processes differently. Rather than judge each others methods maybe we should start being transparent in our own process in order to demonstrate and teach through those processes. I have a feeling that many have no idea where to start, nor are particularly confident with the direction they are going. Instead of calling people names and sniping, maybe some of us older cats may want to start being an example for those coming up...just sayin'
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#21
snowblind wrote:
"...maybe some of us older cats may want to start being an example for those coming up...just sayin'"Lead the way, you old cats
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#22
How about a book suggestion?
Alice Walker's "The Temple of My Familiar"
I reread it a few weeks ago. I don't know what I read the first time, so I guess I've had a change in consciousness.
Mostly, this book is about Dreaming and Sorcerers' Stories, with some of the usual stuff for mass market.
It convinced me that reincarnation is real after all. This writer's characters found their other selves in Dreams, not out of line with Nagual teachings.
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#23
Sound cool Hawkeye Crow

just ordered the book on amazon
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