It was many decades ago that I was locked in a house for a weekend by mistake and found a Carlos Castaneda book. Since then I’ve practised what Carlos suggested. I was attracted to the books, in making sense of non-ordinary experiences.
This path has conferred many benefits on me, it has also made me aware of the presumptions, assumptions, conceits, arrogance and lack of sobriety that were my lot. They have been my challenges. Overcoming them is the dawning of power and the energy body becoming available.
My friend had asked me to house sit. It was an elegant apartment with a balcony and many plants. She wanted me to water her plants and generally take care of the place. She asked me to sleep in her daughters bedroom.
The bed was low and soft, a small room with a high ceiling and a door to the corridor with a window above it.
Unusually I couldn’t sleep. I sat in silence practice, lay down but sleep eluded me. I made a tea, read a book, lay down tossed and turned, returned to practice, then a few Passes, back to reading but no sleep.
Tired but reading, something caught my eye, from the window above the door. The eye of a cyclops gazed down on me. I wasn’t reactive, I made no gesture, my mood was languid I gazed back.
The head went from the window, I saw the knob of the door turn and then the opening of the door. A giant being looking like an ogre bent down. It’s body was the strangest shape, it’s appearance a conjuration from fairy tales. It moved further into the room, appraising me.
I was amazed, many years of dreaming allowed me to silently appraise the being without resorting to panic. I didn’t question my mood, I was silent, I didn’t think to do a pass or change my breathing or posture. I was sat up in bed leaning on an inadequate pillow, the duvet pulled to my waist with the book in my hands.
I must have dozed off, I opened my eyes, there in the room was a pale orange glowing tube. It was a restful colour and again I felt little trepidation. I could feel though a distinct communion with the being and a feeling as if we were old acquaintances.
For seemingly hours again I communed with this archaic energy. My eyes must have closed for soon I found myself dreaming and started my exercises for lucidity.
These days it is common for people to talk of having spirit guides, allies etc. It is not that I doubt them, we all have helpers and detractors on every level, however claiming them as an ally in the way Don Juan did, had very specific procedures. Him and Genaro both wore gourds, that they had carved and enticed the allies into. These gourds once accepted were taken into the allies world and had no form in the daily world, just a shadowy presence.
What are your experiences? What challenges have you faced to attaining clarity and power. How has this helped in facing old age and death?
What experiences have you had with meeting, spirit beings, IB’s and scouts? Have you an ally, what procedures did you use to make them your ally. Are you able to use them to perform wonders in the world that are beyond your usual abilities?
There is power and by this we are powerful
Our fame and name is of this power
We travel beyond the peaks
We continue on our way
We overcome all difficulties with ease
Our concerns are not of the world
Yet we are rich in her bounties
With dignity and respect we thank her
And give of our affection
In our hearts we glory
Her glory a protection
Centred there is stillness
A calm in the eye of the storm
The way of contemplation
Reveals the steps for our feet
Transforming fear to direction
From the dictates of fate
We extract our destiny
Whirl through dreams
As stars through the cosmos
Immersed in silent darkness
by Gammadian Freeman