As far as I know, nothing of what don Juan taught us seems to have a counterpart in Western knowledge. Once, when don Juan was still here, I spent a whole year in search of gurus, teachers and wise men to give me an inkling of what they were doing. I wanted to know if there was something in the world of that time similar to what don Juan said and did. My resources were very limited and they only took me to meet the established masters who had millions of followers and, unfortunately, I couldn't find any similarity.
did he lose his rails because don juan died and left him alone and scared, did he lose his rails because don juan died when he wasnt meant to die but to instead achieve total freedom, breaking the ilusion in the way casta did when he himself died, did he lose his rails because the figure he made up was no more and now he had to compensate with newly fake storys to keep his career going, forcing him to branch off into made up crazy storys such as the assembly position ... i could go on. that does not suggest succinctness.
That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds.
'It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.'
'What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way, don Juan? Does he die as a result?'
'No, he doesn't die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.'
The friend who had introduced me to don Juan explained later that the old man was not a native of Arizona, where we met, but was a Yaqui Indian from Sonora, Mexico.
At first I saw don Juan simply as a rather peculiar man who knew a great deal about peyote and who spoke Spanish remarkably well. But the people with whom he lived believed that he had some sort of 'secret knowledge', that he was a 'brujo'. The Spanish word brujo means, in English, medicine man, curer, witch, sorcerer. It connotes essentially a person who has extraordinary, and usually evil, powers.
I had known don Juan for a whole year before he took me into his confidence. One day he explained that he possessed a certain knowledge that he had learned from a teacher, a 'benefactor' as he called him, who had directed him in a kind of apprenticeship. Don Juan had, in turn, chosen me to serve as his apprentice, but he warned me that I would have to make a very deep commitment and that the training was long and arduous.
A seeker meets an ancient Yaqui shaman named Don Juan Matus in the desert. Mystical truth is shown to the hero through hallucinogenic drugs. And the mysteries of the universe are revealed.
What a trip.
Too bad it probably never happened. Not the drug part, anyway.
So says David Delgado Shorter, associate professor in UCLA's Department of World Arts and Cultures, about the generation-defining, bestselling, iconic -- and controversial -- stories by Carlos Castaneda '62, M.A. '64, Ph.D. '73.
Castaneda's books have sold 8 million copies in 17 languages since The Teachings of Don Juan was first published in 1968. But they spawned a firestorm of protest and criticism because of discrepancies, inaccuracies and other suspicions of exactly when, where and how Castaneda learned of the information in his books.
That's what Shorter suspects may have happened with the nonexistent Yaqui drug connection.
"Castaneda's books became benchmarks of New Age thinking and his representations fueled critiques about the way anthropologists and New Ageists link native people with drug culture," he notes. "The Yaqui are fascinating because they were the alternative way of understanding the world at a moment when there was a general suspicion of the government and the Western way of being ... but no psychotropic plants are indigenous to Yaqui areas."
Shorter grew up close to and among native people in New Mexico and has lived with the Yaqui (or Yoeme, as they call themselves) off and on for 15 years. He also is the author of a book about the Yaqui's way of knowledge, the recently published We Shall Dance Our Truth. And he underscores that while the drug link is unfortunate as well as inaccurate, there is, in truth, much to admire about Yoeme ideas about life.
"They maintain active relationships with plants, animals and the land in a way that's inseparable from how they know themselves," Shorter explains. "We Shall Dance Our Truth is primarily about that way of knowing the world. Academically, it's about understanding how that way of knowing the world affects how you represent yourself to others."
In fact, how "the other" is represented in general in American society is a keen interest of the Bruin scholar. At UCLA, he also teaches a course on aliens, psychics and ghosts.
"The way people think about ancient cultures is the same way they think about the future, and myths, other times and other spaces," Shorter concludes. "They are all easily misrepresented as well."
Far out, indeed.
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Don Miguel Ruiz was born into a humble family with ancient traditions in rural Mexico, the youngest of 13 children. He considers himself very lucky, as this was where he learned from an early age that everything is possible, if we really want it.
His parents, Don Jose and Dona Sarita, as well as his grandfather, Don Leonardo, all believed that Miguel would continue their legacy in the centuries old Toltec tradition. Instead Don Miguel attended medical school, and became a surgeon.
For several years he practiced medicine with his brothers, and he realized that what needed to be healed was not only the physical brain, but the human mind as well.
A near fatal car accident changed the direction of Don Miguel's life. He experienced himself as pure awareness outside of the constraints of his physical body. He realized that the Toltec wisdom of his family contained all of the tools needed to change the human mind. Don Miguel promptly returned to his mother to finish his training and he became a Shaman.
if on the morrow there was released an signed confession by casta saying the exact cut off. it would be interested.
"it was all real until i first used the word toltec to describe my informants world view, i came up with toltec while pooping after eating some spicy empanadas and went with that"
there would be, as and example, value in that. in that we could witness the mental gymnastics performed by all the beliefers who claimed he was right, and they turned an buck off of it.
what would the theun mares cult say when it is clear there are no toltecs. what would toltec eagle-scout miguel say.
Let's begin from the beginning. For ethnologists and historians, the Toltecs were the pre-Columbian Indian people that lived in central Mexico - mainly from 8th century to 12th century. Their capital city was Tula in the Mexican State of Hidalgo. After the 12th century, the Toltecs abandoned Tula; codices and registers from 16th century talk about the Toltec dispersion, supposedly related with the departure of their leader, Quetzalcoatl. One of the most interesting, found in the codices is the one that talks about Quetzalcoatl going to a cave under the Chapultepec Hill (in Mexico City), where he would enter into another dimension (Mictlan, Nahual or Omeyocan) and disappear forever. Anyway, what it clear, is that Toltecs did spread themselves in ancient Mexico influencing with their knowledge many other indigenous cultures, such as the Mayas. That is history.
The fact is: The Toltecs are considered the greatest civilizators of the past, not only nowadays but since the 16th century when the Aztec people were used to call "Toltec", a man of knowledge, as a resemblance of the great wisdom of the Ancient Toltecs, and the Toltequity to be the highest level of knowledge a human being can achieve.
For average people, the Toltecs were some kind of wise Indian people that disappeared many centuries ago. Since the Toltecs left so long ago, anyone can state whatever he or she wants about them... anyway, the Toltecs are not here to defend themselves, or at least it seems so...
Are they still here?
Maybe because Toltec Indians have no voice in the topics about Toltec Indian knowledge there is so much controversy among non-indian teachers of Toltec knowledge. But, there is one point that almost nobody is taking into account: there are indian communities in the present Mexico, preserving and keeping alive the practices of ancient Toltequity. That's what I have discovered, and that is the body of practices I am involved with, and from where I have taken the clues for making a practical and wise use of the proposals contained in the books of Carlos Castaneda. The way and techniques I have developed inspired by the writings of Castaneda, do not pretend to reflect the unworldly goals of Castaneda's tales, but those which are congruent with the Toltequity I have learned among the living Indian Toltecs in the Mexican mountains where they do live.
I have written the testimony of my experience among the surviving Toltecs in the book "Toltecs of the New Millennium". In that book, I have included many references, photos, official witnesses, etc., in order to let people know that what I am talking about is really happening in the same world in which they are living, because I think it is important for the reader to be sure that what he or she is reading, it is real... especially when this reader is looking for something to apply in his or her life, in the everyday world. It isn't my interest to criticize anybody, but this is my point of view and I just want to be clear about it.
The inheritors of the ancient Toltequity call themselves Wirrarika. Most of them speak only the Wirrarika language but some speak Spanish also. Even though they are more than 50,000, not all the members of the community share the same amount of knowledge related with their spiritual tradition.
Among the Wirrarika, there are special groups of people called Jicareros, which are the keepers of the ancient magical practices. They live levels of experience in the world of perception that the other members of the community can't even imagine.
The spanish word "Tradicion" (tradition, custom, etc.) doesn't mean for the Wirrarika people a body of beliefs, but a body of very efficient practices, oriented for the practitioner to achieve highest levels of awareness and perception.
Among the surviving Toltecs, the figure of the master, as we are used to think of in western and some non-western societies, doesn't exist. They are used to learning directly from "Spirit". The man of knowledge, the shaman is a mere vehicle that pushes the practitioner to look for the Spirit at the sacred places. There aren't books, there aren't formal teachings and there aren't human teachers. There are just sets of specific actions, which are the way to knock on the door of Spirit. If Spirit opens the door, the learning begins. You cannot just hear about "Usi" (Wirrarika word for Great Spirit), you must see it and hear it for yourself, without intermediaries. That's the way of the Toltec.
The surviving Toltecs are indians which are involved in their own world and they do not seem to be interested in the non-indian world. They are not interested in teaching or selling anything to us. They are only interested in surviving and keeping the Tradition alive, because it is their way to assume their own role as fields of energy, as real sons and daughters of the Sun, with the same nature as Great Father Sun and with the same love as Great Mother Earth.
you would probably like his stuff for the novelty alone. he was all about the 'toltec tradition', claiming casta was in contact with an real toltec, but then became and fraud. but used the intial casta as an example of legit toltecness.
In 1977, Theun started to remember details of his training as a Toltec Warrior in previous lifetimes, and, as his memory of all his training was restored, he began to prepare for his work as a nagal (pronounced nah-hal). A nagal is traditionally a leader of a Toltec unit of warriors, and part of a nagal's duties involve leading his unit to freedom. Because of this, a nagal's work is normally never in the public eye.
However, although he prefers not to be in the public eye, times have changed and Theun's role now requires a higher profile. In addition to his private work of teaching personal apprentices, Theun's current work involves revealing the Toltec Teachings to the world through his books, as well as teaching more widely through his residential retreats.
For three years, we had made four attempts to penetrate the area under adequate conditions. The first three proved fruitless. The strategy we followed was: Once we had decided to try to enter the desert, we began preparations for the trip in the most conscientious manner possible, and we went ahead as long as there was no sign or manifestation to hold us back. We summed it up with the simple affirmation, "If the door opens, then we go through; if not, then we return." And that is how it was. The first three attempts were aborted almost as we were about to enter. The door remained closed because of a small argument between two group members, damage to one of the vehicles, lack of integration and coordination of the group as a whole, a storm, some incident with the people of the surrounding towns.
Anyone might think that such signs were too trivial and we could have gone on. For me there is no doubt we did the correct thing. Beyond external manifestations, the internal voice of Silent Knowledge hidden very deep within out being, which we can hear if we learn to employ the kind of attention necessary, told me what to do. At no time was I spurred on by anxiety, nor did I retreat out of fear. Given that our intent was not obsessive, rather almost indifferent, we returned on each occasion content and without the least feeling of frustration for not having been able to enter that sacred territory. Although I personally had the dream of someday being able to take a work group to those places, in reality it did not matter at all if one day it happened or not. In the end, the work was always to meet the challenges presented to us every day of our lives, and these tentative plans in the areas of "intermediate approach" did not form part of our general program. Therefore, having established that the door would not open, we returned to our previously scheduled experiences that, on the other hand, were very attractive and demanding.
But it did happen, however, that one fine day the door opened, and we went through.
Find their claims somewhat believable?
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Find their claims somewhat believable?
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Interested in the cult?
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when sanchez claims to hear his internal silence voice, he is claiming we are more than meat. that is and big claim to casually make.
Genesis
It was, and then it realised it was, and then there were two things: It, and it's realisation. "Was" was there all along whispering in the darkness.
In which case, have we actually said anything at all?Just re-read your post.
Materialism is a form of philosophical monism which holds that matter is the fundamental substance in nature, and that all phenomena, including mental phenomena and consciousness, are the result of material interactions.
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In philosophy of mind, dualism is the position that mental phenomena are, in some respects, non-physical, or that the mind and body are not identical.
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The account has to do with a visit from the buffalo nation, that is, from that spiritual reservoir that gives life and character to all buffalo. As such, it has no material reference other than every buffalo at all times. While the buffalo nation is present in every buffalo, it also has its own separate presence dating from the origin of the cosmos. My own encounter with the buffalo and interaction with its conscious presence affected my entire experiential knowledge base in ways that permanently altered my conception of reality.
I hasten to preface my account of this experience by acknowledging that I have also been trained in the modalities of Euro-Western science - even if this training was in the so-called humanities. Nevertheless, cause and effect, evidentiary warrants, demonstrable proofs, and the like are the skills in which we are all trained. I have always considered myself to be a "hard sell" (and still do) when it comes to matters classified as "paranormal" by the academy. One can imagine, then, my surprise when my microworld began to be turned inside out in ceremonial contexts. The following example is an incident that occurred while I was making the rite of vigil (sometimes popularly called vision quest) about two decades ago. I still live out of the experience and still work to understand the event more fully.
I was engaging in this ceremony largely for cultural and personal identity reasons. I had no expectation of really having a vision of any kind. For me the experience was to be one of intense prayer and physical endurance. I had decided to spend four days and four nights in this ceremony, in an isolated location in a very small half-dome lodge with no food and no water. My ancestors had done it. I felt a need to experience some sense of solidarity with them and with those Indian relatives who were still engaging in this ceremony. But a vision? I was too far gone for that, I assumed. Too much of a skeptic and too well-trained as an objective scholar. Moreover, this was not my first completion of this ceremony. I was already experienced and knew pretty much what to expect: hunger, thirst, unbearable heat in the daytime and cold at night.
After four days, I can report, one is utterly exhausted. The lack of water means that the body's systems are thoroughly dried out; one's tongue is glued to the roof of the mouth; the voice has ceased to function since the middle of day three; and one is hoping against hope to hear the sound of the pickup grinding up the mountain to come and retrieve you any minute. And minutes wear on at that point like hours. Delirium is certainly not far away at any given moment, and the onset of a vision would be quite explicable in terms of an altered state of consciousness. Yet there was no vision on this fourth day, as there was none on the third day and none the day before that.
Strangely enough, my quiet repose had been disturbed only at the end of the first twenty-four hours - long before the possibility of an altered state of personal consciousness might have explained the event. I had been sitting in the lodge fighting off the inevitable dusk attack of mosquitoes. The sun had not yet set but was well on its way. Within the half hour it would begin to pierce the western horizon. Suddenly, I was startled by the loud snorting of a large animal on the north side of the lodge, followed by a pounding on the willow framework. It sounded for all the world like a snorting buffalo bull. It was so startling that I immediately leaped to my feet and out of the door of the lodge. My heart was thumping mightily against my ribs. Yet at that very same moment I found myself creating rational explanations. I thought first of the Shetland ponies that the Wicasa wakan (holy man) kept on a different part of his expansive reservation property. As I emerged from the lodge and looked down the hill in all directions for several hundred yards, I saw nothing at all. The late afternoon was as still as possible with not even the slightest breeze. Then, with my heart continuing to protest loudly, I decided that I had merely heard some smaller animal, perhaps one of the field mice that had scampered over the lodge earlier in the afternoon, and had somehow magnified the sound in my own mind. That seemed to satisfy my need for rational explanation at the moment, so I took a few minutes to walk around the lodge in each of the directions to say a small prayer. Then I returned to the lodge and sat down to continue fighting off mosquitoes.
I had managed to calm myself down almost completely, comforting myself with the studied knowledge of years of PhD work that these things do not happen, or at least that they can always be explained rationally. Indeed, I had began to quietly laugh at myself and my startle reflex when just as suddenly as before I heard the same snorting of a buffalo bull and the aggravated pawing at the north side of the lodge. If anything, it was louder than before, and it was certainly no mouse. Again, my startle reflex had me on my feet and out of the lodge in a flash. And again, only to discover that I was entirely alone with the absolute stillness of what was now the beginning of evening, the sun dipping into the horizon. This time I was less clear that things could so easily be explained away. As I have already noted, it was much too early to think of an altered state of consciousness. In fact, the first day had been relatively easy if quite warm. After praying once again, I returned to my seat in the small lodge.
When the same event reoccurred a third time, I found myself far less startled than before, although I once again rose dutifully from my seat and exited the lodge. The sun was not yet completely set, and I could still see for several hundred yards in each direction. There was no possibility of anything or anyone approaching the lodge and escaping unseen. As I settled into the lodge afterward, the event occurred a fourth time. I had two thoughts. One was to stay put where I was. Even an educated Osage, I thought to myself, can learn something by the fourth repetition. The second thought was simply this: "My boy, your PhD is now officially in trouble." No, the buffalo did not speak to me, but its presence was as powerful as if he had. It is now more than two decades later, and I am still struggling to understand what occurred on that day. I am long past the temptation to deny that it happened or to try explaining it away, since I have had other experiences even more remarkable than this.
What should I say to the sr and hat member who I helped register successfully here and whose account then got deleted in less than 24 hours?!?!? Please advise.
oh my. this is funny. with all the talk of russian invaders, i thought one made it through. and posted and story about eating dead cats. so i deleted it and them.
Would it be fair to say the universe is a mind?
You could use that metaphor. And if you did, then you and I and my cat are its thoughts. But the vast majority of the universe's thinking is about humble vibrations and collisions of atoms.
You seem to be saying that the concept of the universe as one huge quantum computer is not just a metaphor - it's real.
Absolutely. Atoms and electrons are bits. Atomic collisions are "ops." Machine language is the laws of physics. The universe is a quantum computer.
What is the universe computing when we are not hijacking it for our own purposes?
It computes itself. It computes the flow of orange juice as you drink it, or the position of each atom in your cells.
mr merlin,
i am confused,
first you posted broken link, then the song, then the parody. the song was bad enough, paradoy is unbearable.
maybe you should try contributing to the discussion. novel idea to be sure.
mr x.
ps.
how do we make mr g and admin ?
Or am I missing something? What other contribution are you looking for? A psychic one perhaps?
Victor Sanchez is interesting because he is the only one, so far as I'm aware, who would actually take his students to meet his teachers. Thus he is the only one who gave his students any opportunity to check up on his claims to authenticity.
Dr. Nathaniel Tarn (author of Scandals in the House of Birds: Shamans and Priests on Lake Atitlßn) and Dr. Robert Carlsen (author of The War for the Heart and Soul of a Highland Maya Town) wish to disassociate themselves completely from the latest activities of Mr. Martin Prechtel. When they worked with him in the 1970s, Mr. Prechtel was an honest and knowledgeable collaborator and Tarn and Carlsen gave him joint-author status on a variety of projects as a result. Mr. Prechtel, now calling himself a "Maya Shaman," has in the 1990s, with Putnam as his publisher, written (or had written for him) a self-puffing volume without any scholarly basis whatsoever, but full of anthropology-bashing. His claim, in essence, is that all costumbre is now dead in Atitlßn, but it lives inside him. Therefore he is the only Atitlßn that is left. We regret that, without warning, he has broken all agreements made with us and reiterated over the years to work within a scholarly context. Further, we regret this blatant commercialization of Native American rituals and beliefs at the hands of someone who once respected them.
at no point would my mind go to "sanchez hired people to wear funny hats".
This enchanting village is small, quiet, has little cars activity; nice accommodations and charming restaurants and cafes; it is the perfect place to connect with your own soul and with what is eternal.and touristic.
Quetzalcoatl, The Feathered Serpent, represents the realization of this integration and the necessary pathway for all individuals and for the whole human kind. Thus the condition of Toltec represents a universal possibility for all people; indigenous and non-indigenous..from the coming vision-quest prospect T
...three days.. solo ritual of meeting the Great Spirit in the exquisite beauty of a sacred land ... the vision seekers will be camping alone surrounded only by nature and the Great Spirit ...testimonies of satisfied customers:
The “in the nature” activities will be held in a ranch nearby. While accommodations in the village are charming, nice and comfortable, the “ranch” is –for the most part- just a magical piece of land amongst the forces of nature, in the way to the top of the sacred mountain.... This enchanting village is small, quiet, has little cars activity; nice accommodations and charming restaurants and cafes; it is the perfect place to connect with your own soul and with what is eternal.
He is treated by [the locals] as a friend and intimate traveler in places that would be otherwise unknown and unavailable to all but a handful of visitors.locals welcome the guide who brings rich tourists... haalo globalization! bye-bye local tradisions!
Private Workhe's just like the mexican who offered casta (in "tales of infinity"?) to find don juan for him! or is he that scoundrel indeed?
Private work with Victor Sanchez is an exceptional opportunity for those with enough personal resources, such as personal energy, financial independence and time availability, required to get involved in an intensive and very personal work on a one on one setting. It may be done by phone, email, or in person in Mexico or anywhere in the world.
"dirty sanchez"...
True account of a decade-long apprenticeship with Huichol shamans in the Mexican Sierra Madre
• Contains an insider’s view of the Huichol’s shamanic spiritual practices, including their ritual use of peyote
• Offers the Huichol path to sustainable healing for individuals and our planet
Never conquered by Europeans, the Huichol--known for their use of peyote in spiritual ceremonies--have thoroughly retained their ancient way of life. Growing from a deeply rooted respect and reverence for the natural world, the Huichol’s shamanic spiritual practices focus on living life in harmony with all living things and offer a path to a truly sustainable future.
The Shamanic Wisdom of the Huichol is the autobiographical account of Pinkson’s decade-long immersion in the shamanic traditions of the Huichol tribes of the Sierra Madre in Mexico. From his first Huichol pilgrimage to Wiricuta (their sacred homeland) in 1981 to searching the desert for the heart medicine of peyote, Pinkson’s account of his initiation into the medicine teachings of the Huichol brings new life to this ancient eco-centric tradition. Providing a guiding light for those who seek to become part of the solution to our planet’s ecological challenges, Pinkson empowers readers to choose their own path toward healing both on a personal and a planetary level.
E.com: [casta] seems to be very interested in kind of immortality, being able to "run around the Eagle". you seem more interested in helping people to generally get more freedom and in also supporting the native peoples and the Toltecs in continuing their traditions. He seemed so focused on immortality for his little group, and you seem to have a much broader perspective. Is that true?(toltexperts, does dirty sancho deserve dj answer to casta saying "i'm just a human being?")
Sanchez: You are describing it so well ... One of the basic differences is that the Toltec knowledge includes as many people as possible; every little being, everything we relate to, should be included in what we are doing, in the sense that we are all connected with the rest of the people and things living around us.
In this sense, Castaneda's proposals seem to me very restricted. When you get to the point when there is a single group of maybe 16 people led by a Nagual, who are undertaking the task of looking for freedom, you are talking about something that is really far from what ordinary people are living.
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when we are trying to see our spiritual leader like somebody who is living up in the clouds, with no connection to the material world, then we are wrong.
E.com. They are just people.
Sanchez: Of course. There has been a very strong lesson in the things that happened in the last years of Castaneda. It shows us that when we put a person on some spiritual level beyond human mistakes ... not only is the person a human person, but the sacred and the mundane are always mixed.
E.com: The sacred and mundane are one.
Sanchez: ... If we ... expect the perfect and pure masters we find in books, then it will be very difficult for us as individuals to really have a glimpse of what the look
for freedom or the look for knowledge could be in the real world. ...
So, this news about Castaneda's interest in economic affairs, in business, and his having problems with his former wife or whatever, ... show us that the man had flaws and that not everything was so perfect with him. This could be understand as a criticism. But ... he was a man like anyone else dealing with problems: business problems, affection problems, family problems ...
E.com: ... Health problems ...
Sanchez: Yes. If we can accept this, then we can understand [that] he was really -- mainly in his earlier works -- really touching spirit.
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We're never going to be perfect, and that's not the goal anyway, that's just an image in our minds
I think it's quite likely that Castaneda's character don Juan was based on a real person. Is that a belief or an opinion? It depends on what you mean by belief.
For many people, a belief does not count as a belief unless it is held with pretty much 100% certainty. At least, that is the Christian ... or, more generally, Semitic ... ideal.
As against that, there is the Hindu or Buddhist ... or Daoist ... or, more generally, Asian ... tendency to view the whole idea of having beliefs as being childish misconstrual of the nature of reality. I think many Europeans and Americans would be quite surprised to discover the extent to which Easterners think Westerners are childish.
I was startled to read recently that belief is a talent which needs to be cultivated.
talking about dreams is not going to get much response here.what? art thou toltexpert sir?
gay marriage thing was and joke.oh how disapointed! such an revolutional result of your toltecresearch!
ms z, i am just catching up with posting to mr j, i will have to get back to you.hmmm... are you behind the mirror, where you have to run with all your might in order to stay in the same place?
Mr X: and example of not belief information based knowledge is simple, we dont need to belief that fire hot, dont touch fire. the interested part is how far can that go, how far can not belief be taken.
Ju4o: what do we call the asian style belief without beliefing, for reference.make-belief?
Ju4o: I was startled to read recently that belief is a talent which needs to be cultivated.
I think many Europeans and Americans would be quite surprised to discover the extent to which Easterners think Westerners are childish.not believing the make-believe - this is The Clap Of The One Hand?
while we are generalizing billions of people per sentance,
"The East bow'd low before the blast
In patient, deep disdain;
She let the legions thunder past,
And plunged in thought again.
"So well she mused, a morning broke
Across her spirit grey;
A conquering, new-born joy awoke,
And fill'd her life with day.
"'Poor world,' she cried, 'so deep accurst,
That runn'st from pole to pole
To seek a draught to slake thy thirstù
Go, seek it in thy soul!'
"She heard it, the victorious West,
In crown and sword array'd!
She felt the void which mined her breast,
She shiver'd and obey'd.
[...]
"And oh, we cried, that on this corse
Might fall a freshening storm!
Rive its dry bones, and with new force
A new-sprung world inform!
"Down came the storm! O'er France it pass'd
In sheets of scathing fire;
All Europe felt that fiery blast,
And shook as it rush'd by her."
Mr X: the only real mystery and point of interest left for me is the full information about missing details, such as the death of the witches and the remaining plot points. (very annoying as unlike graph 1, plot points on graph 2 are defined by the distinct lack of information)what with the graphs you never painted, self-proclaimed debunker toltexpert hobbyist?
yes, from the last two things i posted in this thread, that half sentance was the only thing that could be gleaned for conversation.
how far can it be taken, ms z ? how far could we chain together basic concepts that dont involve belief. could we string enough ideas to simulate an person who doesnt belief in anything, but can function like and normal human. probably not, not even an asian.you mean - are androids' dreams about electric sheep MAGICAL?
why would we explore toltec dream magic when we are still talking about wether or not toltecs even existwhat about your own dreams, mister? would toltex non\existance effect it's non\magicallity?
if you are and warrior losing self importance, why would it matter to you if i dont get back to you. why do you want my attention.OK - [non-existent/maybe-existent]warriors are supposed to sit alone in the darkness as long as necessary - BUT NOT otherwise.
mr x.
ju4o: I don't know anything about Theun Mares and when I google on the name it says "This site may be hacked" and
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ju4o:Well, if he is saying that his training is based solely on memories recovered from previous lifetimes, how can it be of any interest?like mares, my knowledge as well as my "fantasy" (wrote even a book containing both) are based on past-life memories.
X: my favourite dream, twice in the past 6 months, is being really tired, asleep and dreaming, and watching my brain just give up and stop producing content. like the dream slows down, broken record skipping for and bit, then settles on and still image for the rest of sleep. if there was an pill to take that stops dreams and just lets you sleep casually, i would take it.???
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`But he seem to think his technique is revolutionary. It says basically: Put yourself in a situation of danger by force of Nature. He seem to imply he has donin a just that many, many times. You know... Riding 20ft waves, being next to an exploding Vulcano, things like that. The guy is definitely an out-door-man.```very good method, imo. It's "the mood of the warrior" thing. used it myself, though my performances are quite restricted. I can call for a wind to chase away musquitoes, or have my little boy ask politely a hurricane to keep away… or yell at a rapist "go away!" lol! … and such like.
The other guy ... doesn't care about dreaming anymore.lol only fair to put them under theit own jugdment (your'e lying!) once and for all...
And this intrigues me also. Just the fact of remembering at the detail any of your dreams is a portentous happening in my personal experience... Now. Doing it by command!...Any night I want!.. I think Mr Worrell is underestimating his own talent... Or flatly lying.
It could be either. Even he can agree on that, if he's to be honest.
S.R. very well might be a place where people who finds the myth portrayed in Carlos Castaneda books to be something at least in the field of possibilities, would come and be taught about how what they believe is all B.S. How this and that piece of info takes down the whole thing
For example, here is an explanation of why Castaneda went off the rails soon after don Juan died
The explanation is that he went off the rails because don Juan died.
Succinct and compelling. In my opinion of course. And, as you say, that is if don Juan existed in the first place.
and be easily de-programmed. People like me, for an instance.What do you mean by "de-programmed", PG registered user?
… they were playing Nagual-and-Scouts very well into the 80-90's.
Then, I had the opportunity to make some questions in SR to Ms Wallace Well... Learning of her selling her house to buy another closer to that of the so-called witches!... Oh, man... I found that freakingly revealing!Revaling what? Not a gay connection again?
Mammishian's book?... That pompous writing barely aims to convince of anything to anyone! Although I found the candid honesty of the stories very amusing... You know... Their Hallowin costumes...And filming covered in a white sheet... White camo for a white wall, ha!... Oh, well... And Mr Mammishian up a pole with his camera filming the women in a Mall?...
Oh... and when they are catched with the hands on the garbage!... Oh, man. Great reading!... I have to confess now in retrospect.Great? fumbling someone's garbage to, so to speak, make a woodoo, stick?
But they didn't convinced me of anything either.Is that all?
And now this pair? ... It has be a joke!
Is that all?