Ordinary Unreality

I love only the truth. It seems that all truth is not good to say. Are lies better? Not for me. The unknown fascinates me. The secret awakens me, it makes life run away. By burying the secrets we end up burying ourselves. I tell what I have learned. Make good use of it or ignore.

There are three things that cannot stay hidden for long: the sun, the moon and the truth.
Buddha

Ordinary reality?

The secret awakens me, it makes life run away. By burying secrets we bury ourselves. No one will stop me from saying what I know.

The more I discover, the more I marvel … The more I marvel, the more I bow … The more I bow, the more I discover ….
Albert Einstein

The nagual Juan Matus often speaks of ordinary reality. It is not what we think. Ordinary, it is. Reality, it is not. Some physicists are beginning to take the Matrix thesis seriously. It jumped me in the face as early as 1999, when this film was released on the big screens. Since then I have been spinning around, in a convergent spiral. I no longer believe in this manufactured world.

Therefore, the choice to live in astral is obvious. It’s not as easy as sleeping in front of the earthly comedy and human emptiness. Everything is done here to keep us here. Very low. I like the altitude. The poor terrestrial summits do not satisfy me. Too low for me. The moon also. The sun is the same. Outer space distracted me for five minutes, but I quickly saw that it was just another prison: let’s say the square courtyard where inmates walk in circles.

Too many walls, too many bars, too many prohibitions. You understand me. You have experienced, however briefly, the greater life and you painfully pursue ordinary existence with a feeling of unreality, emptiness and horrible negation. Here’s a nice secret: you want the bigger life? It’s easy.

Move Your A.P.

Shift your assembly point. As Castaneda so often explains, the astral is very easily reached by a minimal offset of the assembly point. But to achieve this, the warrior must be patient. Tending towards impeccability. Erasing any untimely manifestation of ego. To dress in humility. One hundred times on the craft to hand over his work. Avoid running two hares at once. Keep away from the world and its traps. Remember your dreams. Focus your attention on everything, everything, every encounter.

There is no chance. Everything that happens to us is willed. But by whom? That is the question. Learn to recognize those who lead you. They don’t smell good at all. They look like a big, dirty guy pretending to be your best friend. Suspicious, suspicious, suspicious.

Trust kills, mistrust prevents life. Believe without believing, stays between the two. But totally both. Yes, it is hard. If it were easy, everyone would do it. But I can tell you that the roads of the astral are deserted. But full of people. Hard to believe? If it were easy, everyone would believe it. You have to believe without believing.

Thousand Mirrors

Again, you’re sick of it. That’s not enough. When you get tired of it, come see me. Then you’ll be ready. And you will leave the ordinary unreality forever. Your life will be unreal, yes, but it will have nothing ordinary. And its unreality will come closer to reality, the real one. The one that has always been hidden from us. Behind walls, screens, screens, films, books, paper people, wax and sound dolls, infinite mirrors that conceal the infinite to send you your image repeated a thousand times, a thousand times false.

I too am a repeating mirror. You are not forced to believe me, it is true. Tell yourself that it is more advantageous to believe without believing than to doubt everything.

To doubt everything or to believe all, are two equally convenient solutions, that both prevent from thinking.
Henri Poincaré

To All My Exes

The astral life is not well married with the routines of everyday life. I had the chance to make a career as an artist and author. It gave me some free time, of course, and especially the opportunity to make my own schedule. Few people have that chance. I know that and I have done everything possible to ensure that my luck will benefit others.

I have exercised, explored, exposed my experiences — which are not exploits — to all ex, whether excluded, exiled, exfiltered, excommunicated, extravagant, excessive, expert, exemplary, examined, exploded, excused, exempted, exempt, exverted, exalted, external, eccentric or exterminated. Plus some I forgot.

They read me or not, they knew or not, the question is not there. Amazing! It was still here five minutes ago.

Scared of Everything

I was afraid of life. Afraid of love. Afraid to reproduce the traditional pattern. Afraid of couple. Afraid of marriage. Afraid of relationships that last. Fear of happiness. Fear of being happy. Fear of not suffering anymore. Fear of giving up my permanent malaise. Fear of positive emotions.

Men are children. Don’t lock them up if you want to keep them.
Jean-Louis Milesi

Unexplainable Indignity

I am afraid of what is good for me. I am not worthy to be happy. This is what I have been saying to myself over the years. I believed that this indignity was due to the atrocities I had committed. I believed a lot of foolishness, myself being rather warm and devoted. That’s right, I can be tough, awkward, touchy. Hard to bear. Very annoying. These excesses dismay me, it is true, but not to the point of judging myself unworthy of happiness.

At your age, you could be your father.
Claude Lelouch

I have received a lot of gifts, I still receive some, every healing I get fills me with subtle rewards, and frankly, it makes me very uncomfortable. Again, I consider myself unworthy of these gifts. When I’m in too much trouble, I make a call right here, and your generosity shows how much you appreciate this site. Thank you from the heart, such kindness makes me cry. It all seems too much.

I have lived the day of wonders. I have known four great loves in my life, a multitude of exalting encounters, I have found myself in senseless adventures, I have explored the ends of the earth, the heart of the stars, the depths of my soul, I have touched death a hundred times or law, I have done everything, I have suffocated. After the luck I had, that I still have and that I will still have, how to whine because the bride is too beautiful?

When a woman takes the first step, she wants to have the last word.
Claude Lelouch

Trapped

For some time now, my healing power has increased exponentially. I’ve always been a healer, it goes back to childhood. It’s gone. I’m not healing anymore.

One drug only cures part of the disease. The rest happens in the patient’s head. That is the part I cure.
Claude Lelouch

Through life’s trials, through discoveries, I have passed many steps in managing this embarrassing power. Why am I so embarrassed? Because it is beyond me. I have not done any medical studies. No learning can explain the origin of this power.

It is a gift of birth that goes hand in hand with my other gifts: visionary, seer, traveller of time and space, I am more at ease in the astral world than this pseudo-material reality where I feel trapped.

You just have to wonder how to use correctly the power you have.
Carlos Castaneda

♥

My many gifts give me many duties: to help, to relieve, to decipher, to explain; that’s all I do and I love what I do. Thank you for that, I understand. I take. Happy salary of a fulfilling job. I get no vanity, I have passed the age.

But thank me for healing, no. I did nothing. The healing happens on my touch, I remain who I am, there is something in the aura, in the subtle energy, in the mana, there is a you-know-what doing the work for me.

I take a cancer patient in my arms, he is cured. Same for all diseases. I don’t know anything about it, but they recognize me. As soon as they see me, they run away. The patient quickly finds the potato. He forgets how bad it was. Everything seems to be starting anew in him. Be sure, I am not healing. Finished. Past. Lost. Surpassed.

A good deed will only be counted if it remains discreet.
Arabic proverb

Uprooted

Healing is a miracle. I understand how it resembles the exploits of the Indians of Mexico or the Plains Indians of the Western United States. I see the close relationship with the magical practices of the ancient Celts, the exploits of legendary sorcerers, I do these things, I know these ways of being. The fairies rocked my childhood, I saw them dance until the age of 50. I no longer see them but I know they are there. I am like them.

This inexplicable kinship makes me an uprooted of the present time. I live elsewhere, or once. Or tomorrow. I draw my abnormal energy and a good part of my gifts from this unknown future, this legendary past, these other places that may only exist in the imagination of other beings. Is not every earthly reality imaginary?

The world of the Great Goddesses from before the former gods, as I love to slip into it, clandestine passenger, shameless scoundrel, intrepid pusher, such is my natural environment. Where are they going? Who are they? They’re there, but they’re elsewhere. Will they come back? It’s already done. Will they tell us? Do too. They are so far away but yet here.

Write, he says

Not a day without a line, wrote Pliny the Elder. I do much better than the old one: not a day without a page. I don’t know if I will last as long as the old Sagouin, but my name is Séguin. I am Pline the Young Sagouin.

Every day, I write a draft article. Sometimes two. I correct the draft written the day before. I am preparing the upcoming publication: English version, illustrations, links, quotes, notes and the rest of the critical apparatus. Work, feel sorry for yourself; the bottom is the least missing,” said La Fontaine. It flows from the source. Gros Jean as before.

When you know what you are looking for, you can easily find it. If the hypothesis is false, no confirmation will be found anywhere. If the intuition is right, ten thousand proofs will emerge from the most unexpected places.

And yet chance does not exist. Al Azar, Ouzir. It is the Arabic name of Osiris. One is driven by more powerful than oneself.

There is no such thing as chance. Everything that happens is wanted.
Buddha

Storyteller

Every time we talk about the Archons, my thoughts go to the gutter, says Zag Utter. They do everything to mislead us in the stupid hope that once lost, we will fall all roasted on their plate, towards their wicker throat.

Nothing is invented. I do not hide anything. Sincerity. I subscribe to the testimony of Zag. The Archons are annoying. When I observe them, they immediately blur. As soon as I approach, they feel me and close. How can they feel me if they cannot stand me?

I am a storyteller. Free to believe or not what I tell, know that I speak true. What I say is right or not, it is unimportant. My truth is righteousness. I always strive to be true. What would my testimony be worth otherwise?

When I talk about religion, I am honest. More than ever. It doesn’t matter if Jesus existed or not, the recipes I give work. If you don’t believe me, test them.

What’s important is not to believe it or not but to ask a maximum of questions.
Bernard Werber

“Americans don’t really want a revelation. They want a cosmetic transformation so that their own broken world can be changed into Disneyland. That is why they are still wondering if the books of Castaneda are fictitious. They are prisoners of an inveterate conformism, despite the intense frustration it gives them.”

That’s what Jamake Highwater, an Indian from America who wrote a profound book, The Primal Mind. A coming article will discuss this precious book.

Unlike Her Sister

When I speak of myself, I am speaking to you. In the most intimate of your person. What you ignore on your own account, and that I read in you as in an open book. It doesn’t matter if you think you’re someone else, my truth is waiting to become yours. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like everything I tell, few people can love so much, with unconditional love, all that a fool like me eats.

Pick it up. Life is a fast food. Eat what suits you, leave the rest. None is like herintended sister, not even twins. What I am writing is for one or the other. The choice doesn’t matter. At other times you will choose something else. Our interest depends on our priority that follow our need that arise from our desire.

We are all growing and we all know that the goal is far away. High. Hard to reach. Maybe never reached? It doesn’t matter. The death of the body does not close the door. The person continues on beyond. Hisher? body can deteriorate, the mind continues the work undertaken.

We are all visitors of this time, of this place. We are only crossing them. Our goal here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love … After which we go home.
Aboriginal wisdom

Help From My Friends

You who have read me a lot, you who still read me, do you see in what I have fallen short? Explain with your words why I am so tired. Which has done me this evil from which I do not heal. This cursed evil that nothing will cure. Healer of my two. Incorrigible fat who heals everything but not himself.

This is an Eden Saga dialogue. I listen to you in the astral as much as you read me. I meet future friends long before they dare to write me. Don’t worry: we’ve known each other for a long time, that’s why we have such fun together. The cruel life has taken too many friends from me. There are some among you who do not know each other. Those who still hesitate. Don’t wait to be dead to write to me!

Sorcerers can never build a bridge to reach the people of this world. However, if people wish to do so, they must build a bridge to join the sorcerers.
Carlos Castaneda

Each thing in its own time, they say. The sense of timing is vital for the warrior. Good things happen to those who wait, they say. Waiting too long, nothing happens.