The inner fire is a phenomenon observed in some Christian mystics. It is called incendium amoris, the fire of love. These believers attribute this intense warmth to Jesus or the Holy Spirit. Yet a similar phenomenon occurs without religion or faith in very diverse people. Associated with unconditional love, it is the cause of a chosen death.
Recorded from the 18th century to the early 20th, village sorcerers have been described as being able to light the inner fire to leave the world without leaving a trace. Except sometimes a round blackened on the tiles of their kitchen, and some toes around, not completely consumed. These sorcerers found the way to leave this world on their tiptoes, a tip that they left behind, the only trace of their passage on earth.
This is the feat accomplished by all beings engaged in the search for total freedom, as the new seers described by Carlos Castaneda. I belong in this cycle. After a night of hard fighting against astral entities, incubus devils or lugubrious archons, I think I have found this fire that consumes the flesh a coherent, if not rational explanation.
Before, let us see what the mystics who have experienced this burning fire that comes from the heart say. Thus was celebrated the Sacred Heart of Jesus. I would tend to believe that unconditional love played a good trick on them, and as these mystics were nothing less than awakened, they saw only fire… But let’s not anticipate.
“You are a fire that is always burning; you consume and you are not consumed. By your fire, you consume every trace of self-love in the soul. Thou art a fire that casts out all coldness and illumines the spirits with its light, and it is by this light that Thou hast made known Thy truth.”
Saint Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
“God could be compared to a burning furnace, from which a small spark flies in the soul that feels the heat of this great fire, but which is insufficient to consume it. The sensation is so delicious that the mind lingers in the pain produced by its touch. That seems to me the best comparison I can find, because the pain is delicious and not really painful at all, and it does not always continue to the same degree; sometimes it lasts a long time; on other occasions, it passes quickly.”
Saint John of the Cross (1542-1591)
Father Paul de Moll (1824-1896)
“When you enter the church in the morning, it will be like a burning furnace; fire everywhere, the fire of God’s love to welcome you. You won’t see that fire, but the whole church will be filled with it.”
“O love! O infinite love of God! O sweet love, sweeter than honey! O ocean of love! Inflame my heart with the sacred fire of your holy love! My name is love.”
Father Johann Baptist Reus (1868-1947)
“Such a burning fire came to my heart that I could only reduce it by letting myself go and make the most vivid groans. This love, which came from above and kindled my heart in a sensitive way, grew to such an extent that I was unable to bear it any more, it was unspeakable.”
“I really feel those flames. How? I don’t know. But the reality is there. It is a painful, soft burning sensation that brings me to the verge of fainting”
To her confessor she says that it seems to have a burning fire inside the whole chest which little by little consumes her body. More than once, the priest will see the external manifestations: “Yesterday morning, besides the eyes that had shone brightly, she showed a face enflaming; and out of her mouth came like the heat of a fire. I myself could note the fact very well, because I felt this heat, like a burning breath.”
Mother Yvonne-Aimée de Malestroit (1901-1951)
“The light, your light, came down on me, and I felt, in all my being, like the freshness of a waterfall and at the same time (I was) as if immersed in an ocean of divine fire.”
Catherine-Michelle Courage (1891-1922)
“I felt something mysterious in my heart: it is a fire that consumes me, delights me as much as it tortures me, but it calms and consumes me. Ah, if I die of love, what a beautiful death!”
“I am under the action of an inner fire, which burns me and seems to want to consume me. Especially in the heart region, this fire is so intense that my clothes are scorched. The person who washes my flannels noticed it, and when I was asked questions, I didn’t know what to say.”
“Since yesterday morning, the side burn has become even more intense. Here is the explanation that Jesus gave me: My dear wife, I have made your heart a furnace, you may want to contain the flames, something escapes outside, I allow it for the good of souls.”
For more information, please refer to the site where I obtained these quotes.https://www.pascalbizet.com/en/mystiques-chretiens-saints-kundalini/
What can I say, except that we have read so many examples of emotional discoveries. “Like all Westerners, Carlos Castaneda is in too much of a hurry. At the slightest sign of progress, he rushes to his benefactor the sorcerer Don Juan Matus who replies: Do not count on emotional discoveries. Let your assembly point (AP) move first, then years later make your discovery.” (source)
Beware. I am not Juan Matus, far from it. I do not want to compare myself with him or any of the warriors he trained. It so happens that I was the apprentice of a French man of my age who found this practice after being awakened by lightning. The filiation with nagualism may seem tenuous, but it is real. Admittedly, the living conditions and energy of sweet France have no relation with those of Mexico.
Despite these real differences, my benefactor initiated me into the way of a nagual. And I followed his track with joy and no restriction. Nagual or not, I am confronted with the same impatience on the part of those who trust me to achieve awakening or enlightenment. That’s the only goal. Awakening is not a religious act. You can awaken in many ways, accidental or voluntary. My benefactor was awakened by lightning. I was awakenedor re-awakened by electric shock. Others may have been awakened by emotional shock.
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“Don Juan conceived of the mastery of conscience as a contemporary version of a very ancient tradition which he called the tradition of the ancient Toltec seers.
Although he felt intimately connected to this ancient tradition, he considered himself one of the seers of a new cycle. The main character of these new seers is that they are warriors of total freedom. They possess such mastery of consciousness, the art of tracking and intent that death did not surprise them as it surprises other mortals, but they choose the time and form of their departure from this world.
When the time comes, they are consumed by an inner fire and vanish from the surface of the earth, free as if they had never existed.” (source)page 11 of the original edition Témoins/Gallimard and not of the Folio. All references to pages given here refer to this edition
“The warriors of total freedom have as their sole objective the ultimate liberation that comes when one reaches full consciousness. Then one enters into the third attention, and one lights the fire from within.” (page 127)
But before he can achieve this ultimate freedom, before he can reach the ultimate consciousness, the impeccable warrior is subject to doubt. He questions himself, which brings him back into the mind, therefore into the ego. And in the ego, in the virtual world of ordinary reality, he becomes the prey of the Archons.
The average man seeks certainty in the eyes of a spectator and calls it self-confidence. The warrior seeks to be impeccable in his own eyes and calls it humility.
Masters of the Matrix, experts in illusion, the Archons subject him to temptation. At the speed of thought, the seer passes through an infinite number of possible worlds, all non-existent, but which seem quite real, and even more convincing than ordinary reality — which is virtual too. A journey that is destabilizing for the mind, but exhausting for the body.
“My body was weak. I could hardly stand up, but eventually the legs gave way and I sat down, then I lay on my side. As I lay there, I had the most wonderful and satisfying thoughts of love for God, for the divine.” (p. 130)
We find in this outbreak the same feelings as those of our Christian mystics, although mysticism has nothing to do here. Only the position of the joining point is the same in both cases.
Like the Jesus Freaks, Castaneda will make a series of emotional discoveries. They are worthless, but the warrior is convinced of the contrary as they impose themselves with force to all being in love with wonderful. In him the child who is ecstatic before fairy tales ressurgs.
“Then I suddenly stood in front of the main altar of a church. The bas-reliefs covered with gold leaf shone under the light of thousands of candles. (…)
I saw a crowd of people, a sea of candles coming towards me. I felt full of joy. I ran to join them. I was moved by a deep love. I wanted to be with them, pray the Lord. I was only a few steps away from the crowd when something blew me away in a hiss.
The next moment I was with Don Juan and Genaro, who were surrounding me as we walked lazily in the patio.” (p. 130)
Such are the emotional discoveries. Pure phantasms that make us live the most unheard of thrills of love for the human race, before we realize that the only real experience behind these illusions is moving our point of assembly.
The next day, don Juan explains that Genaro had moved Castaneda’s assembly point because he was in a state of inner silence. The constant that dominates all the actions of the seers is the interruption of the inner dialogue.
“It is the inner dialogue that keeps the assembly point fixed in its original position. Once you have reached silence, everything is possible.” (p. 130)
The oldest cultures of Asia, Africa, Oceania and Latin America repeat this too neglected truth. So, as I have often quoted, Didi the Fool explains it to Tintin in the Blue Lotus.
Where there is a will, there is a path.
The inner dialogue is interrupted as it begins: by an act of will. You wanted it and therefore you have set a new intention, a new command. And your command became the command of the Eagle.” (p.100)
This is one of the most extraordinary discoveries of the new seers: that our command can become the command of the Eagle. The fact that our mind, not our reactive or emotional mind, can enact new laws that will have universal value for us. We will be free from the old rules. And we will have access to mindfulness.
“Warriors only come to mindfulness when they have no more complacency in them. Complacency is the force that motivates every attack of melancholy.” (p. 128) I still know it often, this uncaused sadness. No doubt I am still captive of the self-sufficiency, gift of the gods before. The Archons. The Archangels. Our masters. The administrators of this planet… How many labels for the same bottle!
However, I must add a softness to this categorical phrase that Carlos Castaneda puts in the nagual Matus’s mouth. “Complacency is the force that motivates any attack of melancholy.” (p.128) True, but this uncaused sadness allows for actions where complacency hardly intervenes. It presides over the opening of the heart. This sadness is the necessary and sufficient condition to open the way of unconditional love. Without this absolute, total and non-religious love, no seer can help or heal.
Don Juan contradicted himself earlier, on page 100. In the life of a warrior, he says, it is quite natural to be sad without any obvious reason. Juan Matus gives the cause of this sadness, all other than complacency: “Nothing causes greater loneliness than eternity. And nothing is more comfortable for us than being human.” (p.100)
The ancient seers could defy death by indefinitely prolonging their earthly life under the guise of ghosts. The new seers defy death by making their command a command of the Eagle.
The solitude of eternity is the lot of new seers. I belong to this cycle, as those who trust me, Flying Wolves, sons of the Wolf Clan, awakened at the end of a training course with me. A perfect warrior will freely choose the right moment to leave this plane. I intend to do so. When the time comes, triggering the strongest kundalini upsurge, I will be able to close the crown chakra.
The energy that is unfolding through my body will not find any way out of the fontanel. The overload will be felt quickly. Then will light up the inner fire that will consume me in a flash of heat and light. A spectator might see fire coming out of my nine orifices. It is the inner fire of the lovers of Jesus, the fire of the inside of the warriors of the nagual, and the terminal fire of the village sorcerers that I mention at the beginning of the article.
And as I take my flight to the stars, as I pass the black hole of the galactic center to lose myself in infinity, as I trace my lonely path to eternity, scathing on a sea of light always anew, there will remain of me on the tile only a simple round of black smoke, and around it, two or three incompletely burned toes.
“I have already received the power that governs my destiny.
And I hold on to nothing, so I have nothing to defend.
I have no thoughts, to be able to see.
I fear nothing, so that I remember myself.
The Eagle will let me pass, serene and detached, until freedom.”
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