My idea was to get up early, go to the grocery store before it got too hot, and before the store became too crowded. Got there around 7:30, was wandering up and down the aisles, when I overheard a conversation between two young men, both around the age of 25-28. One worked at the store, though clearly it was not his career - just something he was ( Read more... )

 PART ONE: The New Syntax

As a result of some ongoing discussion on another forum, I'd like to talk a bit about what I have come to call "the super-position of the assemblage point." A few of you whom I've spoken to privately about this seem to "get it" without too much difficulty, but it has been brought to my attention that others see it as "just ( Read more... )

Trying to comprehend the machinations of the nagual is rather like trying to catch a shark with tweezers.  So, with what said, the event I am going to describe here is simply a description of something that occurred yesterday - recorded only in the interests of providing a record so that patterns can be examined over a period of time.

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It was hot ( Read more... )

In a recent discussion at YAW, a comment was made to the effect, "I prefer to believe don Juan was real". My response was... "Define real."  The following is what ensued... and seems to have relevance to many of us, so it seemed appropriate to share it here.

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My reason for asking you to "define real" was to determine where your own thoughts lie ( Read more... )

{Taken in part from a discussion at YAW.  Thanks to all who participated!}

I personally think we can see the what-is through the eyes of the double - in Dreaming, in the place of silent knowing, in gnosis, meditation, altered states, or even through direct perception for those who have mastered the ability to actually shift the AP into that ( Read more... )

There is a certain sound the wind makes in the night.  I cannot call it a voice or even a whisper, just a murmuring of some ancient memory that stirs me awake from a fitful fevered sleep, to find myself sitting up in bed, legs crossed, head tilted forward, pillow clutched to my chest, and the scent of you sketched on the cold, cold air of the ( Read more... )

I had not anticipated going into Los Angeles yesterday, and yet when circumstances at the store seemed to demand it, I was almost surprised at myself when I didn't fight the long drive, but instead just got in the car.  I'd purchased a new Evanescence CD several weeks ago but had had no time to listen to it, so the time alone seemed to afford me an ( Read more... )