FROM THE WEBSITE CHAT...When we feel fear and dread, whose fear and dread are we feeling?
Because we feel it, we own it. We think it’s ours. BUT THIS IS NOT SO. The feeling is real for sure. So from where does it emanate? And how come we can’t tell the difference between our authentic experience and that of someone, or something else.
Sounds like empathy gone mad. Mmmm …… perhaps it is.
‘Scuse the length but please read on.
At 21 I had read the books Carlos Castenada had written about his encounters with two shamans he had run into in Mexico, Don Juan and Don Mateus. Castenada’s writings encompassed the teachings of these two Toltec shamans.
I could not anchor many of these teachings in my experience at that time. Some of the information was just too disturbing. I knew the writings were important. And now I realise how important and relevant this information was to become.
The passage below is Castenada’s account of the session where Don Juan judged it time to talk of the ‘predator’ with whom we share our space. When I read it, I felt sick for days. But it was a perfect preparation. It taught me how to handle this knowledge and how to conduct myself.
In this excerpt Castenada’s teacher tells him that humanity is controlled by predators that have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, addicted to routine, and egomaniacal.
"'But how can they do this, Don Juan”?
Don Juan’s explanation outlines the predators stupendous manoeuvre: “They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind”.
The following extract was put together in 1998. The original written in the 70’s.
"We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!
"This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
"No, no, no, no," [Carlos replies] "This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone."
"Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"'But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. "'Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"
Because we feel it, we own it. We think it’s ours. BUT THIS IS NOT SO. The feeling is real for sure. So from where does it emanate? And how come we can’t tell the difference between our authentic experience and that of someone, or something else.
Sounds like empathy gone mad. Mmmm …… perhaps it is.
‘Scuse the length but please read on.
At 21 I had read the books Carlos Castenada had written about his encounters with two shamans he had run into in Mexico, Don Juan and Don Mateus. Castenada’s writings encompassed the teachings of these two Toltec shamans.
I could not anchor many of these teachings in my experience at that time. Some of the information was just too disturbing. I knew the writings were important. And now I realise how important and relevant this information was to become.
The passage below is Castenada’s account of the session where Don Juan judged it time to talk of the ‘predator’ with whom we share our space. When I read it, I felt sick for days. But it was a perfect preparation. It taught me how to handle this knowledge and how to conduct myself.
In this excerpt Castenada’s teacher tells him that humanity is controlled by predators that have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, addicted to routine, and egomaniacal.
"'But how can they do this, Don Juan”?
Don Juan’s explanation outlines the predators stupendous manoeuvre: “They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind”.
The following extract was put together in 1998. The original written in the 70’s.
"We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!
"This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
"No, no, no, no," [Carlos replies] "This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone."
"Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"'But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. "'Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"