By reading Carlos Castaneda’s The Wheel of Time, I just learned a interesting lesson that I just wish to share with the ‘intention’ that anyone reading this may too come to what, for me, is another step to better understanding myself.
In the past four years I have gone from occult nightmares to Eden. Beginning with my initiation into tantra my freshman year of college, I can literally map out every step I took along the way to get to where I am now, a vastly different place, in my senior year. And I'm still so young!
Being a curious creature, I've come to know a good few people in strange circles. As my interest in Castaneda grew, I consulted some respected sources of mine. To my delight, one person in particular had met Castaneda's witches! She had even attended one of their seminars.
A Separate Reality does what it says. It makes you doubt reality in the face of cosmic clowns, who bend science with disturbing jests that defy reason. It's fucking fantastic.
Again, not recommended to those unfamiliar with aghori mindsets. I mean to say post-conventional morality only, check your humanity at the door. If that idea scares you, ask yourself why.
I heard something in the darkness tonight. Voices calling to me. Creatures howling. I can't tell if something has woken in the night, or if something has woken in me.
Would I recognize the difference if it presented itself to me? I'm not so sure.
I just started reading Castaneda, inspired by a few fellow evolvers. The first book I purchased was Journey to Ixtlan. I sped through a hundred pages before I could put the thing down. It was amazing! It was inspiring! It was Magical. And then I found it was fake.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
