The impeccable warrior acts without waiting for a result of his action. If he only acts to reap the fruit, he exposes himself to serious setbacks. If he does not act, he is dead: time folds him and throws him away. If he acts without conviction, he is hardly better. The warrior who acts with perfect impeccability puts all the chances on his side. But that is not enough to guarantee the result.
In this area, success is never assured. On the other hand, if the warrior lacks impeccability, failure, for his part, is assured.
Impeccability + Intention + Absence of expectation
This is the favorable trio…but not necessarily a winner!
Only the scientist believes that compliance with the procedure guarantees the result. He knows from certain science that the rigor of reasoning and the right calculation will necessarily give an exact solution. This mechanical trust is only valid in the world of logic, that of mind, that of matter. In the world of Spirit, that of Energy and Intention, it is not the same. No reasoning means anything to the almighty Spirit.
Castaneda summarizes all that in this sentence which shines at the heart of every warrior. Act to act. Act perfectly, in conscience, with intention. But without expecting a result. Here below, regarding the Spirit, nothing is owed to us. Elsewhere neither.
The Spirit is elusive because it is immaterial.
Unalterable because it is immaterial.
Immortal because it is immaterial.
Matter is our prison. The physical body is a ball and chain, but without it, without the subtle bodies that surround it and bring it the wise power of the aura, we could not know enlightenment.
“The purpose of the warrior’s path is to dethrone sufficiency.” Eldest daughter of the ego, sufficiency is nothing but self-pity in disguise. We take ourselves for the poor little duck, we repeat to ourselves that we don’t have what we deserve, we lament being so misunderstood.
“Self-pity is the true enemy within. It is the source of man’s misfortune. Without a certain degree of self-pity, man could not afford to be as sufficient as he is. By moving your assembly point away from its usual position, you reach a state that can only be qualified by the term implacability. For a wizard, implacability is not cruelty. Implacability is the opposite of self-pity and sufficiency. Implacability is sobriety.” (source)
Implacable means without concession. Without self-pity or pity for others. Implacable means beyond the eternal world — which does not exist. Everything is extraordinary for those who keep their child’s heart. Everything is banal for those who live on credit.
The warrior draws his strength from inner silence. This mental emptiness gives him the energy he needs. But in a world so egotistical, so noisy, the inner din is slow inner silence can lead to exclusion, sorrow, madness. Those who refuse reason expose themselves to it every moment. Yet the warrior leads a path parallel to the path of reason. Parallel also to that of madness.
Controlled madness is the middle way between pure reason and total madness. It assumes from the warrior a perfect control and an equally complete letting go. If you remain locked, if a single claw refuses to open within you, if you hold on to anything, however little, your project will fail. But if you control yourself and let go, the result may come… but it is not guaranteed.
One must act constantly, without hope, but nevertheless believe in it. Acting without expecting a result of one’s action, such is the way of the warrior. The bushidō.
“Bushidō is a Japanese word literally meaning the way of the warrior. Bushi means brave warrior and dō is the way (= judo, aikido). Bushidō is the code of moral principles that Japanese warriors (samurai and bushi) were required to observe.” (wikipedia)
Be careful not to take yourself for a samurai. The samurai works in matter. The warrior that I am works beyond. In the intangible and yet vital. In the unknowable and yet fascinating. It is therefore necessary to adopt a bushido without code, without principles, without morality. A disembodied bushido, disincarnated, dematerialized. Of this, no samurai is capable.
What result to expect from your actions? None. But you must act anyway. Acting is not obtaining. Acting is not having.
“All our actions are useless, and despite everything we must act as if we did not know it. That’s the controlled madness of the wizard.” (source)
Note: There exists for Carl Jung a third kind of madness that he calls divine madness.
“A warrior is impeccable if he trusts his personal power, whether insignificant or considerable.” (source) Everything is said. Your impeccability is called confidence in yourself. Not trust in your shitty ego, the faster it will let go of you, the better you will be, and the longer you will live. Trust in your higher self, your etheric double, your soul, your inner god, the holy spirit, your guardian angel or whatever name you give YOURSELF.
“A warrior acts as if he knows what to do, when in reality he knows nothing about it,” said Juan Matus. He repeats the sentence several times so that Carlos remembers it. The personal power of the warrior is real, but does not justify sufficiency. (source)
Believing in your power is important. But it’s a double-edged sword. Don’t delude yourself either about your power. Knowing that you have personal power, without exaggerating, by trivializing it, but always knowing it. And here you are ready to understand the ten keys to witchcraft.
The sorcery discussed in these pages is not diabolical. Witchcraft has nothing negative, quite the contrary. But it is rarely understood for what it is. I know here, in Erquy, a village wizard. He never sends a spell, he never invokes negative entities. He is content to remove blockages, heal, relieve. Each town in Brittany has its medicine man. I think it is like that throughout France.
A friend from Switzerland once showed me a directory of several hundred pages called The healers of Valais. A huge directory for a single Swiss canton, I couldn’t take it!
– For us, no surprise, she replied. Each hospital has a pool of healers, several per department, so that the doctors can call on the appropriate specialist for the head, limbs or other to help relieve their patients.
Well! We wouldn’t see that at home! In France, healers smell of sulfur. We hide to avoid the flames of the bonfire. In the meantime, here are the ten keys to witchcraft, which, as you will see, is nothing mean, nothing that deserves to be seen…
First key: re-enchant the world.
Second key: master the movement of the assembly point.
Third key: our brain deceives us.
Fourth key: the image we have of the world is not reality.
Fifth key: reality does not exist, it results from a consensus.
Sixth key: dreaming is more real than everyday life.
Seventh key: learn how to manage body exits.
Eighth key: practice recapitulation to remember the totality of oneself.
Ninth key: acquire and maintain inner speed.
Tenth key: enter into one’s inner light. (source)
The Nagual warriors have discovered the way to release the assembly point. First, it is necessary to stop the world. To achieve this, there are two necessary and sufficient conditions. Erase one’s personal history. Get rid of the human inventory. Alas, we are as noisy inside as our world is outside.
Become like an unfathomable lake in its mountain setting. Within it reigns calm. Do the same. Flee noisy people, places infested with humans. In the solitude of the peaks, you will find that peace you seek. In the astral infinity of this immensity out there, you will find yourself. To the one who knows himself in the totality of being, everything becomes possible.
“Be a warrior, silence your inner dialogue. Make your inventory, and throw it away. The new visionaries draw up precise inventories, then moan about them. Rid of the inventory, the assembly point is freed.” (source)
On his path of impeccability, the warrior must strive to erase his personal history. He gradually forgets everything that made up his past, the facts, the places and the people, all those who mattered to him.
The darlings, the fiancées, the family, the children, the friends, the jobs, the bosses, the colleagues, the tricks, the holidays, the travels, everything he did, what he heard, what he saw, what he experienced, everything, he forgets everything. At the end of this work on himself, the impeccable warrior erased his history.
What is the purpose of the work? Such hard work, so total, without knowing why we undertake it? Casteneda recommends that we erase our personal history, period that’s all. The explanations will come later, from the mouth of another warrior of the Nagual named Florinda. Castaneda justifies this work of forgetting with this simple sentence: it is a necessary condition for the warrior of light.
Necessary and sufficient?
No, I seem to be kidding, but I am appalled. It’s difficult to completely succeed. It involves breaking all our emotional ties, parents, children, friends from before… What does not go well with the path that has heart. (source)
Moreover, it is in flagrant contradiction with the imperative necessity of recapitulating his entire life in its most minute details to give a facsimile of it to the Eagle. It’s the price to pay to escape him.
I fear nothing, so I can remember myself.
The Eagle will let me pass, serene and detached, until freedom.
The truth is quite different. It turns out that Carlito had a bad relationship with the mother of a certain little boy, his own son, whom he had unscrupulously abandoned. Juan Matus did not miss an opportunity to remind him. For Carlos, it went in one ear and immediately came out the other. But in the long run, his benefactor’s reproaches wore him out, so he invented this clause that relieves him. By erasing his personal story, he erases the remorse he never had. His hypocrit sufficiency can bestow upon him the title of impeccable warrior…
Poor trick for a sad sire. Castaneda didn’t succeed on that one.
This immensity out there, thus Juan Matus evokes the infinite astral. These words have always made me dream. They perfectly describe the indescribable. They are everything I like about Castaneda, or rather about Don Juan. The relevance, vertigo and sobriety. Few words would be enough… if Carlos were not so stuffy!
This immensity hails me and challenges me. Xavier! Come see me! Come play with me! Who should we believe? The Source is silent. The gods are dead… or next to. Who is speaking in my head? What is their name, their purpose? What do they expect from me? Is he coming to help me or to keep me a prisoner? It helps that I finally know.
I have wandered in it quite often. Did I dream? Is it a new trap being set for me? Am I lying in a bio-electronic sarcophagus, fed by gastric probe, completely unconscious, kept vegetative by the Matrix? Frankly, I would feel better if all these watchmen didn’t keep an eye on us 7 days a week and 24 hours a day. Prison. We are in a prison from which it is impossible to escape alive. We will only come out of there with our feet in front. If we are not erased before… (source)
“The power that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the Eagle, not whether it is an eagle, or whether it is in any way related to an eagle, but because it appears to the seer in the form of a huge eagle, jet-black, erect in the manner of an eagle, its height reaching infinity.
While the seer contemplates the black that is the Eagle, four explosions of light allow the seer to see what the Eagle looks like. The first explosion, which is like a lightning strike, helps the seer to distinguish the contours of the Eagle’s body. There are white spots that evoke the feathers and talons of an eagle.
A second lightning strike reveals the beating black, creating wind that resembles eagle wings. At the third flare of light, the seer is placed in front of a piercing, inhuman eye. And the fourth and last fire reveals what the Eagle is doing.
“The Eagle devours the consciousness of all the creatures who, alive on Earth the moment before and now dead, have floated to the beak of the Eagle, like an uninterrupted swarm of fireflies, at the meeting of the one who possesses them and who is their reason for having acquired life. The Eagle unravels these tiny flames, lays them flat like a tanner spreading a skin, then he consumes them—because consciousness is the Eagle’s food.
“The Eagle, that power which governs the destinies of all living beings, is a reflection of all living things—in the same way and at the same time. Man therefore has no way of praying to the Eagle, of asking him for favors, of hoping for mercy. The human part of the Eagle is too insignificant to have an effect on the whole.
“It is only by his actions that a seer recognizes what the Eagle desires. The Eagle, though insensitive to the conditions of all living things, bestowed a gift upon each one of these beings. Each of them, in his own way and to his own extent, possesses if he so desires the power to preserve the flame of consciousness, the power to disobey the order to die and be consumed. Every living thing, if it so desires, has been given the power to seek an opening. For the seer who sees the opening, or for the creatures who cross it, it is evident that the Eagle has granted this gift in order to perpetuate consciousness.
“In order to guide living things towards this opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual is a double being to whom the rule was revealed. Whether in the form of a human, an animal, a plant or any other living being, the Nagual is pushed, by the very fact of its duality, to seek this hidden passage.” (source)
I have already received the power that governs my destiny,
I don’t cling to anything, so as not to have anything to defend.
I don’t have thoughts, to be able to see.
I fear nothing, so I can remember myself.
The Eagle will let me pass, serene and detached, until freedom.
~~ Carlos Castaneda
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