The art of dreaming is an incredible practice of Yaqui sorcerers to change the world with their dreams. The Naguals teach this art.
Unfortunately, we do not ever have a Nagual at hand, you should say. In fact, we do. When the time comes, the Nagual come to you. Open wide the fairy eye. In the meantime, here are some Tales of Dreaming.
The Astral Nap
“For years, I like to take a nap in the afternoon. When I was apprenticed to my benefactor, I fell asleep on a couch, deep, even to snore in the middle of warriors and apprentices together around my benefactor to listen to him telling stories of power.
I slept deeply without ceasing to follow the conversation that took place over my sleeping body . So at times, without waking me in the least, I intervened in the conversation. It became a game between my benefactor and me. He suddenly spoke to my sleeping body , which replied in a sepulchral voice , between two snoring.
This is how I learned to direct me in my dreams. Lucid dream is to live out a body in full consciousness. I experienced my first conscious outing body at the age of sixteen. I have not told anyone, convinced that I had better hide it as a shameful disease. It was a pretty good decision.
Otherwise, I would never have a normal adolescence.
Almost normal. I got quite a singular passion, derived from my body outing I suppose: exploring the rooftops of Paris. With a friend of my ilk, we experienced exciting races, dizzy and heavenly afternoons.
Dream is to live a split itself, bilocation. You ‘re both asleep and awake , both here and there. One of the two is a double, but your consciousness is in one or the other . No simultaneously. Alternately. Strange sensation. There a few years ago , I wanted to take a bath under the full moon of February. La Mancha was freezing , but I did not feel anything . I was elsewhere. I swam out to sea, it was decendante tide , I felt good. Unchained …
I remember thinking “stop as soon as you go beyond the tip, you will be taken by the tidestream, you’ll drown” but it stays unreal, I continued to swim towards the dark night endless, vast as the sea, and cold too. Later, when the current took me, I repeated again “you’re gonna drown” but it was a simple statement as if someone else was concerned, I was out of everything, and everything was okay. Then I had the image of one of my places of power behind me on the coast.
A magical rock where I liked to sit facing off. Suddenly I found myself on this rock. Without savboir how I was ripped off to the embrace of ice water, I jumped several kilometers until rock on the cliff.
No, it’s worse than that. At the same time I let myself sink down into the icy water, I was also on the cliff, facing the dark night, listening to the monotonous sound of the waves below.
Yes, I could say that I had dreamed the whole story …Yet I had a quick short breath. On draft, I ran to my house with chattering teeth . I was exhausted as after a sustained effort. My clothes were soaked. I shivered uncontrollably me.
Somehow I got up, I went in hesitantly race to me, through the trees.
How did I? My teeth were chattering, my clothes weighed as glossy lead, but sweat flooded my face and torso. A cloud passed over the round face of the moon. I could sworn it has a wink.” (Source)Stéphane Kervor, Nagual
It a beautiful harmony when doing and saying fit together. (Voltaire)