El Lado Activo del Infinito
I suggest that you gather a collection of the memorable events of your
The shamans of ancient Mexico conceived of the collection of memorable
events as a bona-fide device to stir caches of energy that exist within
the self. They explained these caches as being composed of energy that
originates in the body itself and becomes displaced, pushed out of reach
by the circumstances of our daily lives. In this sense, the collection
of memorable events is the means for redeploying our unused energy.
The prerequisite for this collection is the genuine and all-consuming
act of putting together the sum total of oneís emotions and
realizations, without sparing anything. The shamans of our lineage were
convinced that the collection of memorable events was the vehicle for
the emotional and energetic adjustment necessary for venturing, in terms
of perception, into the unknown.
The total goal of the shamanistic knowledge that we are handling is the
preparation for facing the definitive journey: the journey that every
human being has to take at the end of his life. Through their discipline
and resolve, shamans are capable of retaining their individual awareness
and purpose after death. For them, the vague, idealistic state that
modern man calls ďlife after deathĒ is a concrete region filled to
capacity with practical affairs of a different order than the practical
affairs of daily life, yet bearing a similar functional practicality. To
collect the memorable events in their lives is, for shamans, the
preparation for their entrance into that concrete region which they call
the active side of infinity.
Every warrior, as a matter of duty, collects an album that reveals the
warriorís personality, an album that attests to the circumstances of his
life. Above all, it is like an album of pictures made out of memories,
the recollection of memorable events; memorable because they have
a special significance in oneís life. Put in it the complete account of
various events that have had profound significance for you.
Not every event has a profound significance for you. There are a few,
however, that I would consider likely to have changed things for you, to
have illuminated your path. Ordinarily, events that change our path are
impersonal affairs, and yet are extremely personal.
Donít think about this album in terms of banalities, or in terms of a
trivial rehashing of your life experiences.
Every one of us human beings has two minds. One is totally ours, and it
is like a faint voice that always brings us order, directness, purpose,
The other mind is a foreign installation. It brings us conflict,
self-assertion, doubts, hopelessness: itís ourselves as the me-me center
of the world.
Letís put the topic of our two minds aside and go back to the idea of
preparing your album of memorable events. Such an album is an exercise
in discipline and impartiality. Consider this album to be an act of war.
As such, it has all the meaning in the world.
We are not naturally petty and contradictory. Our pettiness and
contradictions are, rather, the result of a transcendental conflict that
afflicts every one of us, but of which only sorcerers are painfully and
hopelessly aware: the conflict of our two minds! One is our true mind,
the product of all our life experiences, the one that rarely speaks
because it has been defeated and relegated to obscurity. The other, the
mind we use daily for everything we do, is a foreign installation.
To resolve the conflict of the two minds is a matter of intending it.
Sorcerers beckon intent by voicing the word intent loud and clear.
Intent is a force that exists in the universe. When sorcerers beckon
intent, it comes to them and sets up the path for attainment, which
means that sorcerers always accomplish what they set out to do.
Intent can be called, of course, for anything, but sorcerers have found
out, the hard way, that intent comes to them only for something that is
abstract. Thatís the safety valve for sorcerers; otherwise they would be
unbearable. Beckoning intent to resolve the conflict of your two minds,
or to hear the voice of your true mind, is not a petty or arbitrary
matter. Quite the contrary; it is ethereal and abstract, and yet as
vital to you as anything can be.
Your album, being an act of war, demands a super-careful selection. It
is a precise collection of the unforgettable moments of your life, and
everything that led you to them. Concentrate in it what has been and
will be meaningful to you. A warriorís album is something most concrete,
something so to the point that it is shattering.
Sit down, alone, and let your thoughts, memories, and ideas come to you
freely. Make an effort to let the voice from the depths of you speak out
and tell you what to select.
The selection is not an easy matter. This is the reason I say that
making this album is an act of war. You have to remake yourself ten
times over in order to know what to select.
Donít include stories that relate exclusively to you as a person who
thinks, feels, cries, or doesnít feel anything at all. The memorable
events of a shamanís album are affairs that will stand the test of time
because they have nothing to do with him, and yet he is in the thick of
them. Heíll always be in the thick of them, for the duration of his
life, and perhaps beyond, but not quite personally.
In my time, not only did I not know what to choose, I thought I had no
experiences to choose from. It seemed that nothing had ever happened to
me. Of course, everything had happened to me, but in my effort to defend
the idea of myself, I had no time or inclination to notice anything.
The stories of a warriorís album are not personal, not assertions about
you as the center of everything. You feel, you donít feel; you realize,
you donít realize. All of that type of story is just you.
The memorable events we are after have the dark touch of the impersonal.
That touch permeates them. I donít know how else to explain this.
Donít explain yourself to much. Sorcerers say that in every explanation
there is a hidden apology. So, when you are explaining why you cannot do
this or that, youíre really apologizing for your shortcomings, hoping
that whoever is listening to you will have the kindness to understand
Every one of us, young and old alike, is making figures in front of a
mirror in one way or another. Tally what you know about people. Think of
any human being on this earth, and you will know, without a shadow of a
doubt, that no matter who they are, or what they think of themselves, or
what they do, the result of their actions is always the same: senseless
figures in front of a mirror.
Listen to your inner voice. Donít listen to the superficial voice that
makes you angry. Listen to that deeper voice that is going to guide you
from now on, the voice that is laughing. Listen to it! And laugh with
it. Laugh! Laugh!
It is the nature of infinity, once we cross a certain threshold, to put
a blueprint in front of us.
Donít waste your energy worrying about things. Everyone is locked in a
vicious cycle. We all have our magic cure which we trust will cure
everything, and resolve every one of our problems. At the moment,
perhaps we canít afford it, but we have great hopes that we eventually
will be able to.
Sorcerersí aspirations are to reach infinity, and to be conscious of it.
The task of sorcerers is to face infinity. They plunge into it daily, as
a fisherman plunges into the sea. It is such an overwhelming task that
sorcerers have to state their names before venturing into it. In this
manner, they assert their individuality in front of the infinite.
What makes human beings into sorcerers is their capacity to perceive
energy directly as it flows in the universe. Human beings are not only
capable of seeing energy directly as it flows in the universe, but they
actually do see it, although they are not deliberately conscious of
ďAwarenessĒ is energy and ďenergyĒ is constant flux, a luminous
vibration that is never stationary, but always moving of its own accord.
The nagual Elias and The nagual Julian were astoundingly alike in that
there was nothing inside them. They were empty. The nagual Elias was a
collection of astounding, haunting stories of regions unknown. The
nagual Julian was a collection of stories that would have anybody in
stitches, sprawled on the ground laughing. Whenever I tried to pin down
the man in them, the real man, the way I could pinpoint the man in my
father, the man in everybody I know, I found nothing. Instead of a real
person inside them, there was a bunch of stories about persons unknown.
Each of the two men had his own flair, but the end result was just the
same: emptiness, an emptiness that reflected not the world, but
The moment one crossed a peculiar threshold in infinity, either
deliberately or, unwittingly, everything that happens to one from then
on is no longer exclusively in oneís own domain, but enters into the
realm of infinity.
Infinity is everything that surrounds us: the spirit, the dark sea of
awareness. It is something that exists out there and rules our lives.
My steps and yours are guided by infinity. The circumstances that seem
to be ruled by chance are in essence ruled by the active side of
infinity: intent. What put you and me together was the intent of
infinity. It is impossible to determine what this intent of infinity is,
yet it is there, as palpable as you and I are. Sorcerers say that it is
a tremor in the air. The advantage of sorcerers is to know that the
tremor in the air exists, and to acquiesce to it without any further
ado. For sorcerers, thereís no pondering, wondering, or speculating.
They know that all they have is the possibility of merging with the
intent of infinity, and they just do it.
A nagual is empty. That emptiness doesnít reflect the world, it reflects
A nagual has no boisterousness on his part, or assertions about the
self. There is not a speck of a need to have either grievances or
remorse. His is the emptiness of a warrior-traveler, seasoned to the
point where he doesnít take anything for granted. A warrior-traveler who
doesnít underestimate or overestimate anything. A quite, disciplined
fighter whose elegance is so extreme that no one, no matter how hard
they try to look, will ever find the seam where all that complexity has
Whatís happening to you is the workings of infinity. Your sensation of
nervousness is due to the subliminal realization that your time is up.
You are aware of it, but not deliberately conscious of it. You feel the
absence of time, and that makes you impatient. I know this, for it
happened to me and to all the sorcerers of my lineage. At a given time,
a whole era in my life, or their lives, ended. Now itís your turn. You
have simply run out of time.
Your malady is a very simple one: your world is coming to an end. It is
the end of an era for you. Do you think that the world you have known
all your life is going to leave you peacefully, without any fuss or
muss? No! It will wriggle underneath you, and hit you with its tail.
But an era doesnít really come to an end until the king dies. You are
Every one of us has an energetic fissure, an energetic crack below the
navel. That crack, which sorcerers call the gap, is closed when a man is
in his prime.
Normally, all that is discernible to the sorcererís eye is a tenuous
discoloration in the otherwise whitish glow of the luminous sphere. But
when a man is close to dying, that gap becomes quite apparent.
I once say a manís gap that was wide open. The significance was a deadly
one. The spirit was signaling to me that something was coming to an end.
I thought it was my life that was coming to an end, and I accepted it as
gracefully as I could. It dawned on me much, much later that it wasnít
my life that was coming to an end, but my entire lineage.
You bypass things like this. Itís youth. So many things to do, so many
people around you. You are not alert. You never learned to be alert,
To be alert doesnít mean to be watchful. For sorcerers, to be alert
means to be aware of the fabric of the everyday world that seems
extraneous to the interaction of the moment.
Donít hide yourself behind banalities. Stand up, assume responsibility
for what you know. Donít get lost in the extraneous fabric of the world
around you, extraneous to whatís going on. Donít be so concerned with
yourself and your problems. Watch the scenery around us: the mountains
in the distance, or the riverbed, or the desert. Sorcerers do that and
then nothing counts except what their eyes can absorb. In this way they
unburden themselves of everything superfluous.
Sorcerers never say things idly. I am most careful about what I say to
you or to anybody else. The difference between you and me is that I
donít have any time at all, and I act accordingly. You, on the other
hand, believe that you have all the time in the world, and you act
accordingly. The end result of our individual behaviors is that I
measure everything I do and say, and you donít.
Youíre looking for a sorcererís medication to remove everything annoying
from you, with no effort at all on your part. You want results; one
potion and youíre cured.
Sorcerers face things in a different way. Since they donít have any time
to spare, they give themselves fully to whatís in front of them. Your
turmoil is the result of your lack of sobriety.
As for your friend, you didnít have the sobriety to thank him properly.
That happens to every one of us. We never express what we feel, and when
we want to, itís too late, because we have run out of time. Itís not
only your friend who ran out of time, you, too, ran out of it. You
should have thanked him profusely. But the moment when you should have
thanked him, you were angry with him; you were judging him, he was
nasty to you, whatever. And then you postponed seeing him. In reality,
what you did was to postpone thanking him. Now youíre stuck with a ghost
on your tail. Youíll never be able to pay what you owe him.
Your friend knew that he was dying. Now you say that the weight of my
words is too much for your shoulders, that you want to leave, to be in
the city and get lost in its noise. You are having a taste of infinity.
I know it, because I have been in your shoes. You want to run away, to
plunge into something human, warm, contradictory, stupid, who cares? You
want to forget the death of your friend. But infinity wonít let you. It
has gripped you in its merciless clutches. The only thing you can do is
to keep the memory of your friend fresh, to keep it alive for the rest
of your life and perhaps even beyond. Sorcerers express, in this
fashion, the thanks that they can no longer voice. You may think it is a
silly way, but thatís the best sorcerers can do.
Sadness, for sorcerers, is not personal. It is not quite sadness. Itís a
wave of energy that comes from the depths of the cosmos, and hits
sorcerers when they are receptive, when they are like radios, capable of
catching radio waves. The sorcerers of olden times, who gave us the
entire format of sorcery, believed that there is sadness in the
universe, as a force, a condition, like light, like intent, and that
this perennial force acts especially on sorcerers because they no longer
have any defensive shields. They cannot hide behind their friends or
their studies. They cannot hide behind love, or hatred, or happiness, or
misery. They canít hide behind anything.
The condition of sorcerers is that sadness, for them, is abstract. It
doesnít come from coveting or lacking something, or from
self-importance. It doesnít come from me. It comes from infinity. The
sadness you feel for not thanking your friend is already leaning in that
Inner silence is a peculiar state of being in which thoughts are
canceled out and one can function from a level other than that of daily
awareness. Inner silence means the suspension of the internal dialogue; the
perennial companion of thought; and is therefore a state of
The old sorcerers called it inner silence because it is a state in which
perception doesnít depend on the senses. What is at work during inner
silence is another faculty that man has, the faculty that makes him a
magical being, the very faculty that has been curtailed, not by man
himself but by some extraneous influence.
Inner silence is the stand from which everything stems in sorcerer. In
other words, everything we do leads to that stand, which, like
everything else in the world of sorcerers, doesnít reveal itself unless
something gigantic shakes us.
The sorcerers of ancient Mexico devised endless ways to shake themselves
or other sorcery practitioners at their foundations in order to reach
that coveted state of inner silence. They considered the most
far-fetched acts, which may seem totally unrelated to the pursuit of
inner silence, such as, for instance, jumping into waterfalls or
spending nights hanging upside down from the top branch of a tree, to be
the key points that brought it into being.
Inner silence is accrued, accumulated. Iíve guided you to construct a
core of inner silence in yourself, and then add to it, second by second,
on every occasion you practice it. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico
discovered that each individual has a different threshold of inner
silence in terms of time, meaning that inner silence must be kept by
each one of us for the length of time of our specific threshold before
it can work.
Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old
sorcerers were after was the final, dramatic, end result of reaching
that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners
need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others,
less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour
of complete quietude, before they reach the desired result. The desired
result is what the old sorcerers called stopping the world, the moment
when everything around us ceases to be what itís always been.
This is the moment when sorcerers return to the true nature of man. The
old sorcerers also called it total freedom. It is the moment when man
the slave becomes man the free being, capable of feats of perception
that defy our linear imagination.
Inner silence is the avenue that leads to a true suspension of judgment; to a moment when sensory data emanation from the
universe at large ceases to be interpreted by the senses; a moment when
cognition ceases to be the force which, through usage and repetition,
decides the nature of the world.
Sorcerers need a breaking point for the workings of inner silence to set
in. The breaking point is like the mortar that a mason puts between
bricks. Itís only when the mortar hardens that the loose bricks become a
From the beginning of our association I have drilled into you the value,
the necessity, of inner silence. You must do your best to follow my
suggestions by accumulating inner silence second by second. You have no
means to measure the effect of this accumulation, nor do you have any
means to judge whether or not you have reached any threshold. Simply aim
doggedly at accruing it. The act of accumulating it is a challenge in
Every sorcerer I know, male or female, sooner or later arrives at a
breaking point in their lives. Not a mental breakdown or anything like
that. Mental breakdowns are for persons who indulge in themselves. What
I mean is that at a given moment the continuity of their lives has to
break in order for inner silence to set in and become an active part of
Itís very, very important that you yourself deliberately arrive at that
breaking point, or that you create it artificially, and intelligently.
Your breaking point is to discontinue your live as you know it. You have
done everything Iíve told you, dutifully and accurately. If you are
talented, you never show it. That seems to be your style. Youíre not
slow, but you act as if you were. Youíre very sure of yourself, but you
act as if you were insecure. Youíre not timid, and yet you act as if you
were afraid of people. Everything you do points at one single spot: you
need to break all that, ruthlessly.
I think everything boils down to one act: you must leave your friends.
You must say good-bye to them, for good. Itís not possible for you to
continue on the warriorís path carrying your personal history with you,
and unless you discontinue your way of life, I wonít be able to go ahead
with my instruction.
Your friends are your family, they are your points of reference.
Therefore, they have to go. Sorcerers have only one point of reference:
You must simply leave, leave any way you can.
You have never been alone in your life. This is the time to do it. I
donít want your body to die physically. I want your person to die. The
two are very different affairs. In essence, your person has very little
to do with your body. Your person is your mind, and believe you me, your
mind is not yours.
Iíll tell you about that subject someday, but not while youíre cushioned
by your friends.
The criteria that indicates that a sorcerer is dead is when it makes no
difference to him whether he has company or whether he is alone. The day
you donít covet the company of your friends, whom you use as shields,
thatís the day that your person has died.
I ran away from the sorcerersí world once, and I had to nearly die to
realize my stupidity. The important issue is to arrive at a breaking
point, in whatever way, so that inner silence will become real for you.
You have no time to lose. For infinity, the only worthwhile enterprise
of a warrior is freedom. Any other enterprise is fraudulent.
The end of an era is an accurate description of a process that shamans
go through in dismantling the structure of the world they know in order
to replace it with another way of understanding the world around them.
Iíve endeavored, from the very instant we met, to introduce you to the
cognitive world of the shamans of ancient Mexico.
The world of the sorcerers of ancient Mexico is different from ours, not
in a shallow way, but different in the way in which the process of
cognition is arranged. In our world our cognition requires the
interpretation of sensory data. The universe is composed of an infinite
number of energy fields that exist in the universe at large as luminous
filaments. Those luminous filaments act on man as an organism. The
response of the organism is to turn those energy fields into sensory
data. Sensory data is then interpreted, and that interpretation becomes
our cognitive system.
The end of an era means that the units of a foreign cognition are
beginning to take hold. The units of your normal cognition, no matter
how pleasant and rewarding they are for you, are beginning to fade. A
grave moment in the life of a man!
Donít admire people from afar. That is the surest way to create
mythological beings. Get close to them, talk to them, see what they are
like as people. Test them. If their behavior is the result of their
conviction that they are a being who is going to die, then everything
they do, no matter how strange, must be premeditated and final. If what
they say turns out to be just words, theyíre not worth a hoot.
Human beings are beings that are going to die. Sorcerers firmly maintain
that the only way to have a grip on our world, and on what we do in it,
is by fully accepting that we are beings on the way to dying. Without
this basic acceptance, our lives, our doings, and the world in which we
live are unmanageable affairs.
The acceptance of this is far-reaching. However, itís not the mere
acceptance that does the trick. We have to embody that acceptance and
live it all the way through. Sorcerers throughout the ages have said
that the view of our death is the most sobering view that exists. What
is wrong with us human beings, and has been wrong since time immemorial,
it that without ever stating it in so many words, we believe that we
have entered the realm of immortality, We behave as if we were never
going to die; an infantile arrogance. But even more injurious than
this sense of immortality is what comes with it: the sense that we can
engulf this inconceivable universe with our minds.
Sorcerers donít admire people in a vacuum. They talk to them; they get
to know them. They establish points of reference. They compare.
Sorcerers view any kind of activity with people, no matter how minute or
unimportant, as a battlefield. In that battlefield, sorcerers performed
their best magic, their best effort. The trick to being at ease in such
situations is to face our opponents openly. Abhorrent are the timid
souls who shy away from interaction to the point where even though they
interact, they merely infer or deduce, in terms of their own
psychological states, what is going on without actually perceiving what
is really going on. They interact without ever being part of the
Always look at the man who is involved in a tug of war with you. Donít
just pull the rope; look up and see his eyes. Youíll know then that he
is a man, just like you. No matter what heís saying, no matter what heís
doing, heís shaking in his boots, just like you. A look like that
renders the opponent helpless, if only for an instant; deliver your blow
When the sorcerers talk about the cognitive world of ancient Mexico they
are talking about things for which we have no equivalent in the world of
For instance, perceiving energy directly as it flows in the universe is
a unit of cognition that shamans live by. They see how energy flows, and
they follow its flow. If its flow is obstructed, they move away to do
something entirely different. Shamans see lines in the universe. Their
art, or their job, is to choose the line that will take them,
perception-wise, to regions that have no name. You can say that shamans
react immediately to the lines of the universe. They see human beings as
luminous balls, and they search in them for their flow of energy.
Naturally, they react instantly to this sight. Itís part of their
The practicalities that scientists are interested in are conducive to
building more and more complex machines. They are not the practicalities
that changed an individualís life course from within. They are not
geared to reaching the vastness of the universe as a personal,
experiential affair. The stupendous machines in existence, or those in
the making are cultural affairs, the attainment of which has to be
enjoyed vicariously, even by the creators of those machines themselves.
The only reward for them is monetary.
Perhaps you can recall what I said to you about one of our biggest flaws
as average human beings. The big flaw I am talking about is something
you ought to bear in mind every second of your existence. For me, itís
the issue of issues, which I will repeat to you over and over until it
comes out of your ears.
We are beings on our way to dying. We are not immortal, but we behave as
if we were. This is the flaw that brings us down as individuals and will
bring us down as a species someday.
The sorcerersí advantage over their average fellow men is that sorcerers
know that they are beings on their way to dying and they donít let
themselves deviate from that knowledge. An enormous effort must be
employed in order to elicit and maintain this knowledge as a total
Why is it so hard for us to admit something that is so truthful? Itís
really not manís fault. Someday, Iíll tell you more about the forces
that drive a man to act like an ass.
Many of us make sense when we talk because we are prepared to use words
accurately. But most of us are not prepared to take ourselves seriously
as men who are going to die. Being immortal, we wouldnít know how to do
that. It makes no difference what complex machines scientists can build.
The machines can in no way help anyone face the unavoidable appointment:
the appointment with infinity.
The nagual Julian used to tell me about the conquering generals of
ancient Rome. When they would return home victorious, gigantic parades
were staged to honor them. Riding with them was always a slave whose job
was to whisper in their ear that all fame and glory is but transitory.
If we are victorious in any way, we donít have anyone to whisper in our
ear that our victories are fleeting. Sorcerers, however, do have the
upper hand; as beings on their way to dying, they have someone
whispering in their ear that everything is ephemeral. The whisperer is
death, the infallible advisor, the only one who wonít ever tell you a
Warrior-travelers donít leave any debts unpaid. It is time that you
square certain indebtedness you have incurred in the course of your
life. Not that you will ever pay in full, mind you, but you must make a
gesture. You must make a token payment in order to atone, in order to
What you intend to do is something very simple, and yet nearly
impossible. You want to cross over the threshold of personal
indebtedness and in one sweep be free, in order to proceed. If you
cannot cross that threshold, there wonít be any point in trying to
continue with me.
I have told you over and over that warrior-travelers are pragmatists.
They are not involved in sentimentalism, or nostalgia, or melancholy.
For warrior-travelers, there is only struggle, and it is a struggle with
no end. If you think that you have come here to find peace, or that this
is a lull in your life, youíre wrong. This task of paying your debts is
not guided by any feelings that you know about. It is guided by the
purest sentiment, the sentiment of a warrior-traveler who is about to
dive into infinity, and just before he does, he turns around to say
thank you to those who favored him.
You must face this task with all the gravity it deserves. It is your
last stop before infinity swallows you. In fact, unless a
warrior-traveler is in a sublime state of being, infinity will not touch
him with a ten-foot pole. So, donít spare yourself; donít spare any
effort. Push it mercilessly, but elegantly, all the way through.
If you donít have self-importance, you have only feelings.
Do the following simple and direct exercise that could mean the world to
you: Remove from your memory of a past interaction with someone any
statements that you make to yourself such as ĎHe said this or that to
me, and he yelled at me!í and remain at the level of your feelings. If
you hadnít been so self-important, what would you have had as the
irreducible residue at that level of your feelings; and is that feeling
any less today than it was? Now, embrace them from your silence. Donít
be meager, embrace them totally for the last time. But intend that this
is the last time on Earth. Intend it from your darkness. If you are
worth your salt, when you make your gift to them, youíll sum up your
entire life. Acts of this nature make warriors airborne, almost
What we usually feel is merely the result of indulging and self-pity. In
order to say good-bye and thank you, and really mean it and sustain it,
sorcerers have to remake themselves.
Vanquish your self-pity right now. Vanquish the idea that you are hurt;
and what you have as the irreducible residue is your feelings. Not in
the spirit of renewing anything, or harming anyone, including yourself,
but in the spirit of a warrior-traveler whose only virtue is to keep
alive the memory of whatever has affected him, whose only way to say
thank you and good-bye is by this act of magic: of storing in his
silence whatever he has loved.
Donít indulge in being fatigued. Your fatigue is, more than fatigue, a
desire not to be bothered. Something in you resents being bothered. But
itís most important that you exacerbate that part of you until it breaks
There is an enormous premium on time. For sorcerers in general, time is
of the essence. The challenge I am faced with is that in a very compact
unit of time I must cram into you everything there is to know about
sorcery as an abstract proposition, but in order to do that I have to
build the necessary space in you.
The premise of sorcerers is that in order to bring something in, there
must be a space to put it in. If you are filled to the brim with the
items of everyday life, thereís no space for anything new. That space
must be built. Do you see what I mean? The sorcerers of olden times
believed that the recapitulation of your life made the space. It does,
and much more, of course.
The way sorcerers perform the recapitulation is very formal. It consists
of writing a list of all the people they have met, from the present to
the very beginning of their lives. Once they have that list, they take
the first person on it and recollect everything they can about that
person. And I mean everything, every detail. Itís better to recapitulate
from the present to the past, because the memories of the present are
fresh, and in this manner, the recollection ability is honed. What
practitioners do is to recollect and breathe. They inhale slowly and
deliberately, fanning the head from right to left, in a barely
noticeable swing, and exhale in the same fashion.
The inhalations and exhalations should be natural; if they are too
rapid, one enters into something called tiring breaths: breaths that
require slower breathing afterward in order to calm down the muscles.
Begin making your list today. Divide it by years, by occupations,
arrange it in any order you want to, but make it sequential, with the
most recent person first, and end with Mommy and Daddy. And then,
remember everything about them. No more ado than that. As you practice,
you will realize what youíre doing.
I am sure that you have bouts with intent. You intended something and
anything that was opposed to it you had to let go. The touch of
warrior-travelers is very light, although it is cultivated. The hand of
a warrior-traveler begins as a heavy, gripping, iron hand but becomes
like the hand of a ghost, a hand made of gossamer. Warrior-travelers
leave no marks, no tracks. Thatís the challenge for warrior-travelers.
The power of the recapitulation is that it stirs up all the garbage of
our lives and brings it to the surface.
Iím going to delineate the intricacies of awareness and perception,
which are the basis of the recapitulation. I am going to present an
arrangement of concepts that you should not take as sorcerersí theories
under any conditions, because it is an arrangement formulated by the
shamans of ancient Mexico as a result of seeing energy directly as it
flows in the universe. I will present the units of this arrangement to
you without any attempt at classifying them or ranking them by any
Iím not interested in classifications. You have been classifying
everything all your life. Now you are going to be forced to stay away
from classifications. Classifications have a world of their own. After
you begin to classify anything, the classification becomes alive, and it
rules you. But since classifications never started as energy-giving
affairs, they always remain like dead logs. They are not trees; they are
The sorcerers of ancient Mexico saw that the universe at large is
composed of energy fields in the form of luminous filaments. They saw
zillions of them, wherever they turned to see. They also saw that those
energy fields arranged themselves into currents of luminous fibers,
streams that are constant, perennial forces in the universe. The current
or stream of filaments that is related to the recapitulation was named
by those sorcerers the dark sea of awareness, and also the Eagle.
Those sorcerers also found out that every creature in the universe is
attached to the dark sea of awareness at a round point of luminosity
that was apparent when those creatures were perceived as energy. On that
point of luminosity, which the sorcerers of ancient Mexico called the
assemblage point of human beings, zillions of energy fields from the
universe at large, in the form of luminous filaments, converge and go
through it. These energy fields are converted into sensory data, and the
sensory data is then interpreted and perceived as the world we know.
What turns the luminous fibers into sensory data is the dark sea of
awareness. Sorcerers see this transformation and call it the glow of
awareness, a sheen that extends like a halo around the assemblage point.
Iím going to make a statement which, in the understanding of sorcerers,
is central to comprehending the scope of the recapitulation.
What we call the senses in organisms is nothing but degrees of
awareness. If we accept that the senses are the dark sea of awareness,
we have to admit that the interpretation that the senses make of sensory
data is also the dark sea of awareness. To face the world around us in
the terms that we do is the result of the interpretation system of
mankind with which every human being is equipped. Every organism in
existence has to have an interpretation system that permits it to
function in its surrounding.
The old sorcerers saw that at the moment of death, the dark sea of
awareness sucked in, so to speak, through the assemblage point, the
awareness of living creatures. They also saw that the dark sea of
awareness had a momentís, letís say, hesitation when it was faced with
sorcerers who had done a recounting of their lives. Unbeknownst to them,
some had done it so thoroughly that the dark sea of awareness took their
awareness in the form of their life experiences, but didnít touch their
life force. Sorcerers had found out a gigantic truth about the forces of
the universe: the dark sea of awareness wants only our life experiences,
not our life force.
Sorcerers believe that as we recapitulate our lives, all the debris, as
I told you, comes to the surface. We realize our inconsistencies, our
repetitions, but something is us puts up a tremendous resistance to
recapitulating. Sorcerers say that the road is free only after a
gigantic upheaval, after the appearance on our screen of the memory of
an event that shakes our foundations with its terrifying clarity of
detail. Itís the event that drags us to the actual moment that we lived
it. Sorcerers call that event the usher, because from then on every
event we touch on is relived, not merely remembered.
Walking is always something that precipitates memories. The sorcerers of
ancient Mexico believed that everything we live we store as a sensation
on the backs of the legs. They considered the backs of the legs to be
the warehouse of manís personal history.
Walking will have you ready to begin this sorcerersí maneuver of finding
an usher: an event in your life that you will remember with such clarity
that it will serve as a spotlight to illuminate everything else in your
recapitulation with the same, or comparable, clarity. Do what sorcerers
call recapitulating pieces of a puzzle. Something will lead you to
remember the event that will serve as your usher. Give it your best
shot; do your best.
To recount events is magical for sorcerers. It isnít just telling
stories. It is seeing the underlying fabric of events. This is the
reason recounting is so important and vast.
Warrior-travelers roll with the punches. They go wherever the impulse
may take them. The power of warrior-travelers is to be alert, to get
maximum effect from minimal impulse. And above all, their power lies in
not interfering. Events have a force, a gravity of their own, and
travelers are just travelers. Everything around them is for their eyes
alone. In this fashion, travelers construct the meaning of every
situation, without ever asking how it happened this way or that way.
Today, you may remember an event that sums up your total life. We are
always faced with a situation that is the same as one that we never
resolved. Infinity always puts us in this terrible position of having to
choose. We want infinity, but at the same time, we want to run away from
it. You want to tell me to go and jump in a lake, but at the same time
you are compelled to stay. It would be infinitely easier for you to just
be compelled to stay.
Something in you will begin to collapse for sure. It has been collapsing
all along, but it repairs itself very quickly every time its supports
fail. Iíve told you already, we have two minds, and only one of them is
truly ours. There is a secret option to the recapitulation. Just like I
told you that there is a secret option to dying, an option that only
sorcerers take. In the case of dying, the secret option is that human
beings could retain their life force and relinquish only their
awareness, the product of their lives. In the case of the
recapitulation, the secret option that only sorcerers take is to choose
to enhance their true minds.
Any haunting memory of your recollections can come only from your true
mind. The other mind that we all have and share is, I would say, a cheap
model: economy strength, one size fits all. But this is a subject that
we will discuss later. What is at stake now is the advent of a
disintegrating force. But not a force that is disintegrating
you&endash;I donít mean it that way. It is disintegrating what the
sorcerers call the foreign installation, which exists in you and in
every other human being. The effect of the force that is descending on
you, which is disintegrating the foreign installation, is that it pulls
sorcerers out of their syntax.
I know how difficult it is for you to deal with this facet of your life.
Every sorcerer that I know has gone through it. The males going through
it suffer infinitely more damage than the females. I suppose itís the
condition of women to be more durable. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico
acting as a group, tried their best to buttress the impact of this
disintegrating force. In our day, we have no means of acting as a group
so we must brace ourselves to face in solitude a force that will sweep
us away from language, for there is no way to describe adequately what
is going on.
Sorcerers face the unknown in the most common incidents one can imagine.
When they are confronted with it, and cannot interpret what they are
perceiving, they have to rely on an outside source for direction. Iíve
called that source infinity, or the voice of the spirit. If sorcerers
donít try to be rational about what canít be rationalized, the spirit
unerringly tells them whatís what.
Infinity is a force that has a voice and is conscious of itself.
Consequently, I have prepared you to be ready to listen to that voice
and act efficiently always, but without antecedents, using as little as
possible the railings of the a priori.
Infinity is a conscious force that deliberately intervenes in the lives
of sorcerers. You will seek explanations with linear cause and effect.
Each of your recollections will become more and more vivid, more and
more maddening to you, because as I told you already, you have entered
an irreversible process. Your true mind is emerging, waking up from a
state of lifelong lethargy.
Infinity is claiming you. Whatever means it uses to point that out to
you cannot have any other reason, any other cause, any other value than
that. What you should do, however, is to be prepared for the onslaughts
of infinity. You must be in a state of continuously bracing yourself for
a blow of tremendous magnitude. That is the sane, sober way in which
sorcerers face infinity.
Everything you do has to be an act of sorcery. An act free from
encroaching expectations, fears of failure, hopes of success. Free from
the cult of me; everything you do has to be impromptu, a work of magic
where you freely open yourself to the impulses of the infinite.
The sorcerers of my lineage considered that one of the most coveted
results of inner silence is a specific interplay of energy, which is
always heralded by a strong emotion. Such an interplay manifests itself
in terms of hues that are projected on any horizon in the world of
everyday life, be it a mountain, the sky, a wall, or simply the palms of
the hands. This interplay of hues begins with the appearance of a
tenuous brushstroke of lavender on the horizon. In time, this lavender
brushstroke starts to expand until it covers the visible horizon, like
advancing storm clouds.
A dot of a peculiar, rich, pomegranate red shows up, as if bursting from
the lavender clouds. As sorcerers become more disciplined and
experienced, the dot of pomegranate expands and finally explodes into
thoughts or visions, or in the case of a literate man, into written
words; sorcerers either see visions engendered by energy, hear thoughts
being voiced as words, or read written words.
Thereís nothing gentle about sorcerers or sorcery. The first time that
infinity descends on you it may be a total takeover of your faculties.
Insofar as the speed of your visions is concerned, you yourself will
have to learn to adjust it. For some sorcerers, thatís the job of a
lifetime. Energy may appear to you as if it were being projected onto a
movie screen. Whether or not you understand whatís projected is another
matter. In order to make an accurate interpretation you need experience.
My recommendation is that you shouldnít be bashful, and you should begin
now. Your true mind is emerging, and it has nothing to do with the mind
that is a foreign installation . Let your true mind adjust the speed. Be
silent, and donít fret, no matter what happens.
Anyway, infinity chooses. The warrior-traveler simply acquiesces to that
choice. But above all, donít be overwhelmed by the event because you
cannot describe it. It is an event beyond the syntax of our language.
We can speak a little more clearly now about inner silence. Dreaming is
the act of changing the point of attachment with the dark sea of
awareness. If you view it in this fashion, itís a very simple concept,
and a very simple maneuver. It takes all you have to realize it, but
itís not an impossibility, nor is it something surrounded with mystical
Dreaming is a term that weakens a very powerful act. It makes it sound
arbitrary; it gives it a sense of being a fantasy, and this in the only
thing it is not. I tried to change the term myself, but itís too
ingrained. Maybe someday you could change it yourself, although, as with
everything else in sorcery, I am afraid that by the time you could
actually do it, you wonít give a damn about it because it wonít make any
difference what it is called anymore.
Dreaming is an art, discovered by the sorcerers of ancient Mexico, by
means of which ordinary dreams are transformed into bona-fide entrances
to other worlds of perception. Dreaming attention, is the capacity to
pay a special kind of attention, or to place a special kind of awareness
on the elements of an ordinary dream.
Donít set out deliberately to have a desired dream, but fix your
attention on the component elements of whatever dream presents itself.
The assemblage point is displaced very naturally during sleep. To see
the displacement is a bit difficult because it requires an aggressive
mood. Such an aggressive mood was the predilection of the sorcerers of
ancient Mexico. Those sorcerers found all the premises of their sorcery
by means of this mood
It is a very predatory mood. Itís not difficult at all to enter into it,
because man is a predator by nature. You could see, aggressively,
anybody around you, or perhaps someone far away, while they are asleep;
anyone would do for the purpose at hand. Whatís important is that you
arrive at a complete sense of indifference. You are in search of
something, and you are out to get it. Youíre going to go out looking for
a person, searching like a feline, like an animal of prey, for someone
to descend on.
The difficulty with this technique is the mood. You canít be passive in
the act of seeing, for the sight is not something to watch but to act
Sorcerers are divided into two groups: one group is dreamers; the other
is stalkers. The dreamers are those who have a great facility for
displacing the assemblage point. The stalkers are those who have a great
facility for maintaining the assemblage point fixed on that new
position. Dreamers and stalkers complement each other, and work in
pairs, affecting one another with their given proclivities.
The displacement and the fixation of the assemblage point can be
realized at will by means of the sorcerersí iron-handed discipline. The
sorcerers of our lineage believed that there were at least six hundred
points within the luminous sphere that we are, that when reached at will
by the assemblage point, can each give us a totally inclusive world;
meaning that, if our assemblage point is displaced to any of those
points and remains fixed on it, we will perceive a world as inclusive
and total as the world of everyday life, but a different world
The art of sorcery is to manipulate the assemblage point and make it
change positions at will on the luminous spheres that human beings are.
The result of this manipulation is a shift in the point of contact with
the dark sea of awareness, which brings as its concomitant a different
bundle of zillions of energy fields in the form of luminous filaments
that converge on the assemblage point. The consequence of new energy
fields converging on the assemblage point is that awareness of a
different sort than that which is necessary for perceiving the world of
everyday life enters into action, turning the new energy fields into
sensory data, sensory data that is interpreted and perceived as a
different world because the energy fields that engender it are different
from the habitual ones.
An accurate definition of sorcery as a practice would be to say that
sorcery is the manipulation of the assemblage point for purposes of
changing its focal point of contact with the dark sea of awareness, thus
making it possible to perceive other worlds.
The art of the stalkers enters into play after the assemblage point has
been displaced. Maintaining the assemblage point fixed in its new
position assures sorcerers that they will perceive whatever new world
they enter in its absolute completeness, exactly as we do in the world
of ordinary affairs. For the sorcerers of our lineage, the world of
everyday life is but one fold of a total world consisting of at least
six hundred folds.
What we can do from inner silence is very similar to what is done in
dreaming when one is asleep. However, when journeying through the dark
sea of awareness, there is no interruption of any sort caused by going
to sleep, nor is there any attempt whatsoever at controlling oneís
attention while having a dream. The journey through the dark sea of
awareness entails an immediate response. There is an overpowering
sensation of the here and now. Some idiotic sorcerers gave the name
dreaming-awake to the act of reaching the dark sea of awareness
directly, making the term dreaming even more ridiculous.
When one thinks that they have had the dream-fantasy of going to a town
of their choice, they have actually placed their assemblage point
directly on a specific position on the dark sea of awareness that allows
the journey. Then the dark sea of awareness supplies them with whatever
is necessary to carry on that journey. Thereís no way whatsoever to
choose that place at will. Sorcerers say that inner silence selects it
Simple, isnít it?
Choice, for warrior-travelers, is not really the act of choosing, but
rather the act of acquiescing elegantly to the solicitations of
Infinity chooses. The art of the warrior-traveler is to have the ability
to move with the slightest insinuation, the art of acquiescing to every
command of infinity. For this, a warrior-traveler needs prowess,
strength, and above everything else, sobriety. All those three put
together give, as a result, elegance!
The universe has no limits, and the possibilities at play in the
universe at large are indeed incommensurable. So donít fall prey to the
axiom, ďI believe only what I see,Ē because it is the bumbest stand one
can possibly take.
You must deliberately journey through the dark sea of awareness but
youíll never know how this is done. Letís say that inner silence does
it, following inexplicable ways, ways that cannot be understood, but
You are not unique in your pettiness, It is a condition in which human
beings are trapped, a condition that is not even human, but imposed from
A break in the continuity of time. That is what inner silence does.
The interruption of that flow of continuity that makes the world
understandable to us is sorcery. You journey through the dark sea of
awareness, you see people as they are, engaged in peopleís business. And
then you see the strand of energy that joins specific lines of human
beings. You witness something specific and inexplicable. You understood
what people are saying, without knowing their language, and you see the
strand of energy that connects human beings to certain other beings, and
you select those aspects through an act of intending it. This intending
is not something conscious or volitional; this intending is done at a
deep level, and is ruled by necessity. You need to become cognizant of
some of the possibilities of journeying through the dark sea of
awareness, and inner silence guides intent; a perennial force in the
universe; to fulfill that need.
You already know that there exists in the universe a perennial force,
which the sorcerers of ancient Mexico called the dark sea of awareness.
While they were at the maximum of their perceiving power, they saw
something that made them shake in their boots. They saw that the dark
sea of awareness is responsible not only for the awareness of organisms,
but also for the awareness of entities that donít have an organism.
The old shamans discovered that the entire universe is composed of twin
forces, forces that are at the same time opposed and complementary to
each other. It is inescapable that our world is a twin world. Its
opposite and complementary world is one populated by beings that have
awareness, but not an organism. For this reason, the old shamans called
them inorganic beings.
I told you that itís our twin world, so itís intimately related to us.
The sorcerers of ancient Mexico didnít think like most do in terms of
space and time. They thought exclusively in terms of awareness. Two
types of awareness coexist without ever impinging on each other, because
each type is entirely different from the other. The old shamans faced
this problem of coexistence without concerning themselves with time and
space. They reasoned that the degree of awareness of organic beings and
the degree of awareness of inorganic beings were so different that both
could coexist with the most minimal interference.
We can perceive those inorganic beings, sorcerers do it at will. Average
people do it, but they donít realize that theyíre doing it because they
are not conscious of the existence of a twin world. It has never
occurred to them that their fantasies have their origin in a subliminal
knowledge that all of us have: that we are not alone.
The difficulty with your facing things in terms of time and space is
that you only notice if something has landed in the space and time at
your disposal, which is very limited. Sorcerers, on the other hand, have
a vast field on which they can notice if something extraneous has
landed. Lots of entities from the universe at large, entities that
possess awareness but not an organism, land in the field of awareness of
our world, or the field of awareness of its twin world, without an
average human being ever noticing them. The entities that land on our
field of awareness, or the field of awareness of our twin world, belong
to other worlds that exist besides our world and its twin. The universe
at large is crammed to the brim with worlds of awareness, organic and
Those sorcerers knew when inorganic awareness from other worlds besides
our twin world had landed in their field of awareness. As every human
being on this earth would do, those shamans made endless classifications
of different types of this energy that has awareness. They know them by
the general term inorganic beings.
If you think that life is to be aware, then they do have life. I suppose
it would be accurate to say that if life can be measured by the
intensity, the sharpness, the duration of that awareness, I can
sincerely say that they are more alive than you and I.
If you call death the termination of awareness, yes, they die. Their
awareness ends. Their death is rather like the death of a human being,
and at the same time, it isnít, because the death of human being has a
hidden option. It is something like a clause in a legal document, a
clause that is written in tiny letters that you can barely see.
to use a magnifying glass to read it, and yet itís the most important
clause of the document.
Deathís hidden option is exclusively for sorcerers. They are the only
ones who have, to my knowledge, read the fine print. For them, the
option is pertinent and functional. For average human beings, death
means the termination of their awareness, the end of their organisms.
For the inorganic beings, death means the same: the end of their
awareness. In both cases, the impact of death is the act of being sucked
into the dark sea of awareness. Their individual awareness, loaded with
their life experiences, breaks its boundaries, and awareness as energy
spills out into the dark sea of awareness
For a sorcerer, death is a unifying factor. Instead of disintegrating
the organism, as is ordinarily the case, death unifies it.
Death for a sorcerer terminates the reign of individual moods in the
body. The old sorcerers believed it was the dominion of the different
parts of the body that ruled the moods and the actions of the total
body; parts that become dysfunctional dreg the rest of the body to
chaos, such as, for instance, when you yourself get sick from eating
junk. In that case, the mood of your stomach affects everything else.
Death eradicates the dominion of those individual parts. It unifies
their awareness into one single unit.
For sorcerers, death is an act of unification that employs every bit of
their energy. You are thinking of death as a corpse in front of you, a
body on which decay has settled. For sorcerers, when the act of
unification takes place, there is no corpse. There is no decay. Their
bodies in their entirety have been turned into energy, energy possessing
awareness that is not fragmented. The boundaries that are set up by the
organism, boundaries which are broken down by death, are still
functioning in the case of sorcerers, although they are no longer
visible to the naked eye.
I know that you are dying to ask me if whatever Iím describing is the
soul that goes to hell or heaven. No, it is not the soul. What happens
to sorcerers, when they pick up that hidden option of death, is that
they turn into inorganic beings, very specialized, high-speed inorganic
beings, beings capable of stupendous maneuvers of perception. Sorcerers
enter then into what the shamans of ancient Mexico called their
definitive journey. Infinity becomes their realm of action.
My sobriety as a sorcerer tells me that their awareness will terminate,
the way inorganic beingsí awareness terminates, but I havenít seen this
happen. I have no firsthand knowledge of it. The old sorcerers believed
that the awareness of this type of inorganic being would last as long as
the earth is alive. The earth is their matrix. As long as it prevails,
their awareness continues. To me, this is a most reasonable statement.
You ask if there is a possibility that ghosts and apparitions really
exist. Whatever you may call a ghost or an apparition when it is
scrutinized by a sorcerer, boils down to one issue; it is possible that
any of those ghostlike apparitions may be a conglomeration of energy
fields that have awareness, and which we turn into things we know. If
thatís the case, then the apparitions have energy. Sorcerers call them
energy-generating configurations. Or, no energy emanates from them in
which case they are phantasmagorical creations, usually of a very strong
person; strong in terms of awareness.
The inorganic beings who populate our twin world are considered, by the
sorcerers of our lineage, to be our relatives. Those shamans believed
that it was futile to make friends with our family members because the
demands levied on us for such friendships are always exorbitant. That
type of inorganic being, who are our first cousins, communicate with us
incessantly, but their communication with us is not at the level of
conscious awareness. In other words, we know all about them in a
subliminal way, while they know all about us in a deliberate, conscious
The energy from our first cousins is a drag! They are as messed up as we
are. Letís say that the organic and inorganic beings of our twin worlds
are the children of two sisters who live next door to each other. They
are exactly alike although they look different. They cannot help us, and
we cannot help them. Perhaps we could join together, and make a fabulous
family business corporation, but that hasnít happened. Both branches of
the family are extremely touchy and take offense over nothing, a typical
relationship between touchy first cousins. The crux of the matter, the
sorcerers of ancient Mexico believed, is that both human beings and
inorganic beings from the twin worlds are profound egomaniacs.
Another classification that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico made of the
inorganic beings was that of scouts, or explorers; that is, the
inorganic beings that come from the depths of the universe, and which
are possessors of awareness infinitely sharper and faster than that of
human beings. The old sorcerers spent generations polishing their
classification schemes, and their conclusions were that certain types of
inorganic beings from the category of scouts or explorers, because of
their vivaciousness, were akin to man. They could make liaisons and
establish a symbiotic relation with men. The old sorcerers called these
kinds of inorganic beings the allies.
The crucial mistake of those shamans with reference to this type of
inorganic being was to attribute human characteristics to that
impersonal energy and to believe that they could harness it. They
thought of those blocks of energy as their helpers, and they relied on
them without comprehending that, being pure energy, they didnít have the
power to sustain any effort.
Iíve told you all there is to know about inorganic beings. The only way
you can put this to the test is by means of direct experience.
Energy is the irreducible residue of everything. As far as we are
concerned, to see energy directly is the bottom line for a human being.
Perhaps there are other things beyond that, but they are not available
The inorganic beings essence is impersonal energy aware of itself.
You must realize that it is our cognition, which is in essence an
interpretation system, that curtails our resources. Our interpretation
system is what tells us what the parameters of our possibilities are,
and since we have been using that system of interpretation all our
lives, we cannot possibly dare to go against its dictums.
The energy of those inorganic beings pushes us and we interpret that
push as we may, depending on our mood. The most sober thing to do, for a
sorcerer, is to relegate those entities to an abstract level. The fewer
interpretations sorcerers make, the better off they are.
From now on, whenever you are confronted with the strange sight of an
apparition, hold your ground and gaze at it with an inflexible attitude.
If it is an inorganic being, your interpretation of it will fall off
like dead leaves. If nothing happens, it is a worthless aberration of
your mind, which is not your mind anyway.
In the course of this training you may find yourself in a total quandary
as to how to behave in the world. The world around you will not have
changed. It definitely would stem from a flaw in you. My influence and
all the activities stemming from my practices, into which I have engaged
you so deeply, may take their toll on you and may even cause in you a
serious incapacity to deal with your fellow men. The flaw would be your
compulsion to measure everyone using me as a yardstick.
I am a being who lives my life professionally, in every aspect of the
term, meaning that every one of my acts, no matter how insignificant,
counts. You are surrounded by people who believe that they are immortal
beings, who contradict themselves every step of the way; they are beings
whose acts could never be accounted for. You are accustomed to the
Nagualís unalterable behavior, to his total lack of self-importance, and
to the unfathomable scope of his intellect; very few of the people you
know are even aware that there exists another pattern of behavior that
fosters those qualities. Most of them know only the behavioral pattern
of self-reflection, which renders men weak and contorted. Consequently
you may find yourself having a very difficult time.
Iíve recommended to you that warrior-travelers should have a romance
with knowledge, in whatever form knowledge is presented.
Warrior-travelers are sorcerer who, by being warriors, travel in the
dark sea of awareness. Human beings are travelers of the dark sea of
awareness, and this Earth is but a station on their journey; for
extraneous reasons, the travelers have interrupted their voyage. Human
beings are caught in a sort of eddy, a current that goes in circles,
giving them the impression of moving while they are, in essence,
stationary. Sorcerers are the only opponents of whatever force keeps
human beings prisoners, and by means of their discipline sorcerers brake
loose from its grip and continue their journey of awareness.
What is important is the exercise of discipline. It doesnít make any
difference, for example, how good a reader a student is, and how many
wonderful books he can read. Whatís important is that he has the
discipline to read what he doesnít want to read. The crux of the
sorcerersí exercise of going to school is in what you refuse, not in
what you accept.
Warrior-travelers donít complain, they take everything that infinity
hands them as a challenge. A challenge is a challenge. It isnít
personal. It cannot be taken as a curse or a blessing. A
warrior-traveler either wins the challenge or the challenge demolishes
him. Itís more exciting to win, so win!
You say that thatís easy for me to say but that to carry it out is
another matter, and that your tribulations are insoluble because they
originate in the incapacity of your fellow men to be consistent.
Itís not the people around you who are at fault, they cannot help
themselves. The fault is with you, because you can help yourself, but
you are bent on judging them, at a deep level of silence. Any idiot can
judge. If you judge them, you will only get the worst out of them. All
of us human beings are prisoners, and it is that prison that makes us
act in such a miserable way. Your challenge is to take people as they
are! Leave people alone.
You may not understand what Iím talking about. If youíre not conscious
of your desire to judge them you are in even worse shape. This is the
flaw of warrior-travelers when they begin to resume their journeys. They
get cocky, out of hand.
You admit to me that your complaints are petty in the extreme. You say
that you are confronted with daily events, events that have the
nefarious quality of wearing down all your resolve, and that you are
embarrassed to relate to me the incidents that weigh heavily on your
Come on, Out with it! Donít have any secrets from me. Iím an empty tube.
Whatever you say to me will be projected out into infinity.
You say that you have only complaints and that you are exactly like all
the people you know. That thereís no way to talk to a single one of them
without hearing an overt or a covert complaint.
In the ups and downs of daily living, you win, and you lose, and you
donít know when you win or when you lose. This is the price one pays for
living under the rule of self-reflection. There is nothing that I can
say to you, and thereís nothing that you can say to yourself. I could
only recommend that you not feel guilty because you fail, but that you
strive to end the dominion of self-reflection.
Every human being has the potential to see energy directly. Every human
being already sees energy directly but doesnít know it.
Anything is possible if one departs from inner silence. The clear view,
or losing the human form is the time when human pettiness vanishes, as
if it had been a patch of fog looming over us, a fog that slowly clears
up and dissipates.
The sorcerersí world is not an immutable world like the world of
everyday life, where they tell you that once you reach a goal, you
remain a winner forever. In the sorcerersí world, to arrive at a certain
goal means that you have simply acquired the most efficient tools to
continue your fight, which, by the way, will never end.
The energy body is a conglomerate of energy fields, the mirror image of
the conglomerate of energy fields that makes up the physical body when
it is seen as energy that flows in the universe. It is smaller, more
compact, and of heavier appearance than the luminous sphere of the
physical body. The body and the energy body are two conglomerates of
energy fields compressed together by some strange agglutinizing force.
The force that binds that group of energy fields together is according
to the sorcerers of ancient Mexico, the most mysterious force in the
universe. My personal estimation is that it is the pure essence of the
entire cosmos, the sum total of everything there is.
The physical body and the energy body are the only counterbalanced
energy configurations in our realm as human beings.
By means of discipline it is possible for anyone to bring the energy
body closer to the physical body. Normally, the distance between the two
is enormous. Once the energy body is within a certain range, which
varies for each of us individually, anyone, through discipline, can
forge it into the exact replica of their physical body; that is to say,
a three-dimensional, solid being. Hence the sorcerersí idea of the other
or the double. By the same token, through the same processes of
discipline, anyone can forge their three-dimensional, solid physical
body to be a perfect replica of their energy body; that is to say,
an ethereal change of energy invisible to the human eye, as all energy
Iíve not described a mythical proposition. There is nothing mythical
about sorcerers. Sorcerers are practical beings, and what they describe
is always something quite sober and down-to-earth. The difficulty in
understanding what sorcerers do is that they proceed from a different
The energy body is of key importance in whatever has been taking place
in your life. It is an energetic fact that your energy body, instead of
moving away form you, as it normally happens, is approaching you with
great speed. It means that something is going to knock the daylights out
of you. A tremendous degree of control is going to come into your life,
but not your control, the energy bodyís control.
There are scores of outside forces controlling you at this moment. The
control that I am referring to is something outside the domain of
language. It is your control and at the same time it is not. It cannot
be classified, but it can certainly be experienced. And above all, it
can certainly be manipulated. Remember this: It can be manipulated, to
your total advantage, of course, which again, is not your advantage, but
the energy bodyís advantage. However, the energy body is you, so we
could go on forever like dogs biting their own tails, trying to describe
this. Language is inadequate. All these experiences are beyond syntax.
If you pay close attention to the darkness of the foliage without
focusing your eyes, but sort of look at it from the corner of your eye,
you will see a fleeting shadow crossing your field of vision.
Early night is the appropriate time of day for doing what I am asking
you to do. It takes a moment to engage the necessary attention in you to
do it. Donít stop until you catch that fleeting black shadow, fleeting
black shadows all over the place. Thatís the universe at large,
incommensurable, nonlinear, outside the realm of syntax. The sorcerers
of ancient Mexico were the first ones to see those fleeting shadows, so
they followed them around.
They saw them as you will see them, and they
saw them as energy that flows in the universe. And they did discover
something transcendental. They discovered that we have a companion for
life. We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and
took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The
predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If
we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act
independently, it demands that we donít do so.
Itís pitch black around us, but if you look out of the corner of your
eye, you will still see fleeting shadows jumping all around you.
You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient
Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush
all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner.
Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the
sorcerers of ancient Mexico.
There is an explanation which is the simplest explanation in the world.
They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us
mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in
chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their
food is always available to them.
Well, you havenít heart it all yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you
feel. Iím going to subject you to a blitz. That is, Iím going to subject
your mind to tremendous onslaughts, and you cannot get up and leave
because youíre caught. Not because Iím holding you prisoner, but because
something in you will prevent you from leaving, while another part of
you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!
I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell
me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of
man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the
stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the
predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and
evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and
expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us
covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us
complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.
In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged
themselves in a stupendous maneuver; stupendous, of course, from
the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from
the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do
you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind.
The predatorsí mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the
fear of being discovered any minute now.
I know that even though you have never suffered hunger you have food
anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears
that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered and food is
going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind,
the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is
convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of
security to act as a buffer against their fear.
Sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy,
covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat, something like a
plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. That
glowing coat of awareness is what the predators consume, and when a
human being reaches adulthood, all that is left of that glowing coat of
awareness is a narrow fringe that goes from the ground to the top of the
toes. That fringe permits mankind to continue living, but only barely.
To my knowledge, man is the only species that has the glowing coat of
awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey
for an awareness of a different order, such as the heavy awareness of
This narrow fringe of awareness is the epicenter of self-reflection,
where man is irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection,
which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create
flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless,
predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares
of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order to
them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudoconcerns.
Thereís nothing that you and I can do about it. All we can do is
discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can
you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline?
Theyíll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will
beat the crap out of you. And not so much because they donít believe it.
Down in the depths of every human being, thereís an ancestral, visceral
knowledge about the predatorsí existence.
Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point, do something pragmatic
about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can
You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees, thatís pretty good. Iíd
like you to see them inside this room. Youíre not seeing anything.
Youíre just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for
The sorcerers of ancient Mexico saw the predator. They called it the
flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is
a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the
air. Then, it lands flat on the ground. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico
were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on
Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one
point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are
mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear,
and we have now a sedated man.
What Iím saying is that what we have against us is not a simple
predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical
system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined
to be, is no longer magical. Heís an average piece of meat. There are no
more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to
become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.
This predator, which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not
altogether invisible to us, as other inorganic beings are, I think as
children we do see it and decide itís so horrific that we donít want to
think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the
sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so.
The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the
only deterrent. But by discipline I donít mean harsh routines. I donít
mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on
yourself until youíre blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the
capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our
expectations. For them, discipline is an art: the art of facing infinity
without flinching, not because they are strong and tough but because
they are filled with awe.
Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness
unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become
bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their
cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they donít have any
recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.
If the predators donít eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while,
itíll keep on glowing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say
that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away
long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the
level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows
back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say
that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned,
it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels
higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter
The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the
flyersí mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the
flyersí mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee,
giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the
total certainty of the mindís foreign origin. The foreign installation
comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in
which the fleeing of the flyersí mind becomes routine, until one day it
flees permanently. A sad day indeed! Thatís the day when you have to
rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. Thereís no one to tell
you what to do. Thereís no mind of foreign origin to dictate the
imbecilities youíre accustomed to.
My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this
was the toughest day in a sorcererís life, for the real mind that
belongs to us, the sum total of our experience, after a lifetime of
domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I
would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The
rest is merely preparation.
Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end, so, through their discipline,
sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation.
I am going to give the flyersí mind, which you carry inside you, one
more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary
secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took
sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate.
The flyersí mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on
to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of
energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the
flyersí mind flees in defeat. And thatís exactly what you are going to
do: hold on to the energy that binds you together.
You are fearing the wrath of God, arenít you? Rest assured, thatís not
your fear. Itís the flyersí fear, because it knows that you will do
exactly as Iím telling you.
Donít worry, I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly.
The flyersí mind has no concentration whatsoever. Youíre being torn by
an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are
incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you,
your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible
source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And
another part of you will stand against this situation with all its
The sorcerersí revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in
which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent
to be eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just
brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and thatís the
end of the story.
The more you think about it, and the more you talk to and observe
yourself and your fellow men, the more intense will be the conviction
that something has rendered us incapable of any activity or any
interaction or any thought that doesnít have the self as its focal
point. Your concern, as well as the concern of everyone you know or talk
to, is the self.
Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see. The
flyersí mind has not left you, it has been seriously injured. Itís
trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in
you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that
the flyersí mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by
playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.
You see, the flyersí mind has no competitors, when it proposed
something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe
that youíve done something of worth. The flyersí mind will say to you
that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the
same mind will agree with its own proposition, ďYes, of course, it is
nonsense,Ē you will say. Thatís the way they overcome us.
The flyers are an essential part of the universe and they must be taken
as what they really are; awesome, monstrous. They are the means by
which the universe tests us.
We are energetic probes created by the universe, and itís because we are
possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which
the universe becomes aware of itself. The flyers are the implacable
challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in
doing that, the universe allows us to continue.
Itís time for another kind of maneuver. I want to propose a weird idea
to you. I have to stress that itís a weird idea that will find endless
resistance in you. I will tell you beforehand that you wonít accept it
easily. But the fact that itís weird should not be a deterrent. Your
mind is always open to inquiry, isnít that so?
The weird idea is that every human being on this earth seems to have
exactly the same reactions, the same thoughts, the same feelings. They
seem to respond in more or less the same way to the same stimuli. Those
reactions seem to be sort of fogged up by the language they speak, but
if we scrape that off, they are exactly the same reactions that besiege
every human being on Earth. I would like you to become curious about
this and see if you could formally account for such homogeneity.
A task for you one day will be to see the predator. It is one of the
most mysterious things of sorcerer, something that goes beyond language,
beyond explanations. The mystery of sorcerer must be cushioned in the
mundane. It must stem from nothing, and go back again to nothing. Thatís
the art of warrior-travelers: to go through the eye of a needle
unnoticed. Someday, when you are ready, sit and brace yourself by
propping your back against something. Cross your legs and enter into
inner silence. Enter into inner silence, but donít fall asleep. This
wonít be a journey through the dark sea of awareness, it will be seeing
from inner silence.
When you can see from inner silence, the predator may appear as a
gigantic shadow, leaping in the air and then landing with a silent thud.
They are really heavy. Donít be frightened. Keep your inner silence and
it will move away.
The predator is not something benevolent. It is enormously heavy, gross,
indifferent. You can feel its disregard for us. Doubtless, it has
crushed us ages ago, making us weak, vulnerable, and docile. You have
your unbending intent, not to let them eat you.
Soon you will be entering into infinity by the force or your personal
power. Once you have entered into infinity, you canít depend on anyone
to bring you back. Your decision is needed then. Only you can decide
whether or not to return. I must also warn you that few
warrior-travelers survive this type of encounter with infinity. Infinity
is enticing beyond belief. A warrior-traveler finds that to return to
the world of disorder, compulsion, noise, and pain is a most unappealing
affair. You must know that your decision to stay or to return is not a
matter of a reasonable choice, but a matter of intending it.
If you choose not to return, you will disappear as if the earth has
swallowed you. But if you choose to come back, you must tighten your
belt and wait like a true warrior-traveler until you task, whatever it
might be, is finished, either in success or in defeat.
Today you are going to fulfill a concrete task, the last link of a long
chain; and you must do it in your utmost mood of reason.
The backbone of a warrior-traveler is humbleness and efficiency, acting
without expecting anything and withstanding anything that lies ahead of
We are alone. Thatís our condition, but to die alone is not to die in
The great issue with us males is our frailty. When our awareness begins
to grow, it grows like a column, right on the midpoint of our luminous
being, from the ground up. That column has to reach a considerable
height before we can rely on it. At this time in your life, as a
sorcerer, you easily lose your grip on your new awareness. When you do
that, you forget everything you have done and seen on the
warrior-travelersí path because your consciousness shifts back to the
awareness of your everyday life. I have explained to you that the task
of every male sorcerer is to reclaim everything he has done and seen on
the warrior-travelersí path while he was on new levels of awareness. The
problem of every male sorcerer is that he easily forgets because his
awareness loses its new level and falls to the ground at the drop of a
Donít worry about verbalizations. Youíll verbalize all you want in due
time. Today, you must act on your inner silence, on what you know
without knowing. You know to perfection what you have to do, but this
knowledge is not quite formulated in your thoughts yet.
It is obligatory that a warrior-traveler say good-bye to all the people
he leaves behind. He must say his good-bye in a loud and clear voice so
that his shout and his feelings will remain forever recorded.
Warrior-travelers canít owe anything to anyone. Warrior-travelers pay
elegantly, generously, and with unequaled ease every favor, every
service rendered to them. In this manner, they get rid of the burden of
You have recapitulated your life thoroughly, but you are far from being
free of indebtedness. You cannot confuse solitude with solitariness.
Solitude for me is psychological, of the mind. Solitariness is physical.
One is debilitating, the other comforting.
We must have something we could die for before we can think that we have
something to live for. If you have nothing to die for, how can you claim
that you have something to live for? The two go hand in hand, with death
at the helm.
Loneliness is inadmissible in a warrior. Warrior-travelers can count on
one being on which they can focus all their love, all their care: this
marvelous Earth, the mother, the matrix, the epicenter of everything we
are and everything we do; the very being to which all of us return; the
very being that allows warrior-travelers to leave on their definitive
Letís put it this way. In order for me to leave this world and face the
unknown, I need all my strength, all my forbearance, all my luck; but
above all, I need every bit of a warrior-travelerís guts of steel. To
remain behind and fare like a warrior-traveler, you need everything of
what I myself need. To venture out there, the way we are going to, is no
joking matter, but neither is it to stay behind.
We will never be together again. You donít need my help anymore; and I
donít want to offer it to you, because if you are worth your salt as a
warrior-traveler, youíll spit in my eye for offering it to you. Beyond a
certain point, the only joy of a warrior-traveler is his aloneness. I
wouldnít like you to try to help me, either. Once I leave, I am gone.
Donít think about me, for I wonít think about you. If you are a worthy
warrior-traveler, be impeccable! Take care of your world. Honer it;
guard it with your life!
Forget the self and you will fear nothing, in whatever level of
awareness you find yourself to be.
I hope you find love!
A male sorcerer who is the nagual perforce has to be fragmented because
of the bulk of his energetic mass. Each fragment lives a specific range
of a total scope of activity, and the events that he experiences in each
fragment have to be joined someday to give a complete, conscious picture
of everything that has taken place in his total life.
That unification takes years to accomplish. I have been told of cases of
naguals who never reached the total scope of their activities in a
conscious manner and lived fragmented.
The world of sorcerers is not an immutable world, where the world is
final, unchanging, itís a world of eternal fluctuation where nothing
should be taken for granted.
How could all this be possible? Who are we really? Certainly not the
people all of us have been led to believe we are.
A sorcerer weeps when he is fragmented. When heís complete, heís taken
by a shiver that has the potential, because it is so intense, of ending
There is nothing to mourn, nothing to feel sad about. Nothing matters.
All of us are warrior-travelers, and all of us have been swallowed by
We are warrior-travelers. Only energetic facts are meaningful for us.
All the rest are trimmings that have no importance at all.
Our normal cognition requires a linear explanation in order to be
satisfied, and linear explanations are not possible. That is the crux of
the interruption of continuity. That interruption is sorcerer. In order
for you to stay behind, you need all your strength, all your
forbearance, and above all, a warrior-travelerís guts of steal.
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