The Saturn Matrix - David Icke
"...Don Juan, the Mexican Yaqui Indian shaman, tells Carlos Castaneda the following:
“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 don’t do so… I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!..."
"....Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, 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.”
“‘But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. “‘Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?”
“‘No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!” don Juan said, smiling. “They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre 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 predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.”..."
- “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, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.” – Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity
Our Predator? “Our Parasite” might be a better characterization . . .
In the great epic poems, including Homer and Virgil’s works, where the gods are routinely described as swooping over the savory smoke of sacrifice to lick up the scintillating effluvia, i.e. the food of the gods.
Carlos Castaneda on Our Predator
Don Juan, the Mexican Yaqui Indian shaman, tells Carlos Castaneda the following:“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 don’t do so… I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!
“No, no, no, no,” [Carlos replies] “This is absurd don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply can’t be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone.”
“Why
not?” don Juan asked calmly. “Why not? Because it infuriates you? … You
haven’t heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical
mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the
contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the
stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his
contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given
us our systems of belief, 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.”“‘But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. “‘Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?”
“‘No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!” don Juan said, smiling. “They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre
stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre 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 predators’ 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 manoeuvre 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.”
“The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when [the predator] 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 I’m 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. He’s 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.”
Castaneda, 1998
(Source)
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.For thousands of years, humanity has been increasingly mind-possessed, failing to recognize the possessing entity as ‘not-self’. – Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth.
About Carlos Castaneda (Source)
- One of the best and most comprehensive articles about Castaneda is a 2007 article by Salon, written nearly ten years after his death.
- A fairly good (albeit somewhat “Hollywood-ized”) BBC video about him resides on YouTube.
- A really good long-read biography: The Teachings of Don Carlos
Instead of writing about the man (Castaneda), I think it’s best to eventually lead one’s attention away from this man, and rather focus (unfocus?) on what he was trying to have people understand as the ultimate endeavor: freedom..
The following is a related passage, providing additional insights:
Excerpted from:
pg 217
Don Juan said, “This is the appropriate time of day for
doing what I am asking you to do. It takes a moment to engage the
necessary attention to do it. Don’t stop until you catch that fleeting
black shadow.”
I did see some strange fleeting black shadow projected
on the foliage of the trees. It was either a shadow going back and forth
or various fleeting shadows moving side-to-side or straight up in the
air. They looked lie fat black fish to me, enormous fish. It was as if
gigantic swordfish were flying in the air. I was engrossed in the sight.
Then, finally, it scared me. It became to dark to see the foliage, yet I
could still see the fleeting black shadows.
“What is it, don Juan?” I asked.
“[Long ago, the native sorcerer/shamans of Mexico]
discovered that we have a companion for life,” he said, as clearly as he
could. “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 don’t do so.”
It was very dark around us, and that seemed to curtail
any expression on my part. If it had been daylight, I would have laughed
my head off. In the dark, I felt quite inhibited.
“It’s pitch black around us,” don Juan said, “but if you
look out of the corner of your eye, you will still see fleeting shadows
jumping all around you.”
He was right. I could still see them. Their movement
made me dizzy. Don Juan turned on the light, and that seemed to
dissipate everything. Don Juan said, “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.”
Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that
you’re describing, don Juan?” I asked. “There must be a logical
explanation.”
“There is an explanation,” don Juan replied, “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, gallineros, the
predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is
always available to them.”
I
felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not
express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body
moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any
volition on my part. I heard myself saying, “No, no, no, no. This is
absurd, don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply
can’t be true, for sorcerers, or for average men, or for anyone.”
“Why not?” don Juan asked calmly. “Why not? Because it infuriates you?”
“Yes, it infuriates me,” I retorted. “Those claims are monstrous!”
“Well,” he said, “you haven’t heard all the claims yet.
Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. “I’m going to subject you to a
blitz. That is, I’m going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts;
and you cannot get up and leave because you’re caught. Not because I’m
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!”
There was something in me which I felt was a ‘glutton
for punishment’. He was right. I wouldn’t have left the house for the
world; and yet I didn’t like one bit the inanities he was spouting. Don
Juan said, “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. The predators 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.”
“But
how can they do this, don Juan?” I asked, somehow angered further by
what he was saying. “Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are
asleep?”
“No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!” don
Juan said, smiling. “They are infinitely more efficient and organized
than that. “In order to keep us obedient, 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 predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, and filled with
the fear of being discovered any minute now.
“I know that even though you have never suffered
hunger,” he went on, “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 its 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. The predators ensure
in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their
fear.”
“It’s not that I can’t accept all this at face value,
don Juan,” I said. “I could, but there’s something so odious about it
that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand.
“If it’s true that they eat us, how do they do it?”
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as
pleased as punch. He explained that 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. He said that that glowing coat of
awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being
reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness
was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes.
That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if
I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge,
man was the only species that had 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 the predator.
Bohemian Grove, Cremation of Care ceremony. Attendees explain it’s just a “simulated” human sacrifice.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so
far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of
self-reflection where man was 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 for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our
pseudo-concerns. There must have been something in what don Juan was
saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got
sick to my stomach.
After a moment’s pause long enough for me to recover, I
asked don Juan, “But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and
all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don’t do anything
about it?”
“There’s nothing that you and I can do about it,” don
Juan said in a grave, sad voice. “All we can do is discipline ourselves
to the point where they will not touch us.
Lady Gaga, 2009 MTV Awards
“How can you ask your fellow men to go through those
rigors of discipline? They’ll laugh and make fun of you; and the more
aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you… and not so much because
they don’t believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is
an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators’ existence.”
My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It
left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don
Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it
was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human
contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this
seriously?
Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche
that would take me down forever. I felt another wave of a threatening
sensation. The wave didn’t stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don
Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly
negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film
that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an
unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without
looking at me anymore.
Nicki Minaj Grammy Awards Performance, 2012. Attendees explain it’s just a “simulated” human sacrifice.
“Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point,” he
said, “do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the
darkness; find out what you can see.” He got up to turn off the lights. I
stopped him. “No, no, don Juan,” I said, “don’t turn off the lights.
I’m doing okay.”
What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the
darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew
something viscerally, but I wouldn’t dare touch it, or bring it to the
surface, not in a million years!
“You
saw the fleeting shadows against the trees,” don Juan said, sitting
back against his chair. “That’s pretty good. I’d like you to see them
inside this room. You’re not seeing anything. You’re just merely
catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that.”
I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off
the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head
off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard
them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned
on the lights.
“What a temperamental fellow!” he said. “A total
disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You
must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you’re going to swell up
like a big toad and burst.”
Don
Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. “The sorcerers
of ancient Mexico,” he said, “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 and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays.
And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man.”
I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but
somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface
of my being wasn’t there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking
myself my favorite question: What if all that he said is true? At the
moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt
that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with
equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.
“What are you saying, don Juan?” I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe.
Mural at Denver International Airport.
“What I’m 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. He’s 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.”
Don Juan’s words were eliciting a strange, bodily
reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I
were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming
from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed
involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my
neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The maneuver
calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.
“This predator,” don Juan said, “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, but we decide it’s so
horrific that we don’t 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 don’t
mean harsh routines. I don’t mean waking up every morning at five-thirty
and throwing cold water on yourself until you’re blue. Sorcerers
understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that
are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, 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.”
“In what way would the sorcerers’ discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?” I asked.
Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs
of my disbelief. He said,”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
don’t have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their
nefarious task. If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness
for a while, it will keep on growing.
“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 of course.
“The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was
to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if
they taxed the flyers’ mind with inner silence, the foreign
installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved
in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind’s foreign origin. The
[alien mind control of these creatures] comes back, I assure you, but
not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers’
mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.
“That’s the day when you have to rely on your own
devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There’s no one to tell
you what to do. There’s no mind of foreign origin to dictate the
imbecilities you’re accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used
to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer’s
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.”
I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and
yet a strange feeling in me clamored for me to stop. It alluded to dark
results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me
for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme
effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, “What-what-what
do you mean, by taxing the flyers’ mind?”
“Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end,” he replied.
“So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign
installation.”
I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don
Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something
so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how
quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an
instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I
even heard myself saying, “Don Juan, don Juan, you’re incorrigible!”
Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was
experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes
to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, “I am so
incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers’ 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.”
He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, “The
flyers’ 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 flyers’
mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold
on to the energy that binds you together.”
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have
imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I
entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately
associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. “You are fearing
the wrath of God, aren’t you?” he said. “Rest assured, that’s not your
fear. It’s the flyers’ fear, because it knows that you will do exactly
as I’m telling you.”
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
“Don’t worry,” don Juan said calmly. “I know for a fact
that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer’s mind has no
concentration whatsoever.”
After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had
predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was
the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn’t
know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and
walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational
assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I
began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I
had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting
shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned. I closed my eyes and
rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair.
“I don’t know which way to turn, don Juan,” I said.
“Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost.”
Don Juan said, “You’re 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 might. The sorcerers’ revolution is that they
refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody
ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different
kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be
food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story.”
Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms
and legs. “We have been sitting here for hours. It’s time to go into the
house. I’m going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?”
I declined. My stomach was in an uproar.
“I think you’d better go to sleep,” he said. “The blitz has devastated you.”
I didn’t need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.
[When I arrived] home, as time went by, the idea of the
flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point
where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter
how hard I tried, I couldn’t discard his logic. The more I thought about
it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men,
the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us
incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn’t
have the self as its focal point.
My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or
talked to, was the self. Since I couldn’t find any explanation for such
universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan’s line of thought was
the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply
as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I
experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read
was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a
homogeneous mind was palpable. The styles differed, but the drive
behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was
something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed
to insert statements about themselves.
The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books
was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I
had never felt this before. I attributed my reaction to don Juan’s
influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he
influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating
everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went
insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that
whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something
equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.
The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of
foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I
made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers
in other cultures, but I couldn’t find any references to them anywhere.
Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.
The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk
about the flyers. I said, “I have tried my best to be rational about
this subject matter, but I can’t. There are moments when I fully agree
with you about the predators.”
“Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you
actually see,” don Juan said with a smile. I told don Juan that those
fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw
them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to
sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at
all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me
began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were
fleeting black shadows.
“The flyers’ mind has not left you,” don Juan said. “It
has been seriously injured. It’s 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 flyers’ 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 flyers’ mind has no competitors. When it
proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you
believe that you’ve done something of worth. The flyers’ 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, ‘Yes, of course,
it is nonsense,’ you will say. That’s 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,” he continued as if he were oblivious to my
presence, “and it’s 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.”
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In the great epic poems, including Homer and Virgil’s
works, where the gods are routinely described as swooping over the
savory smoke of sacrifice to lick up the scintillating effluvia, i.e.
the food of the gods . . . as can be gleaned from the selected quotes
below:
- “The gods did smell the savour, the gods did smell the savour sweet, the gods gathered like flies around the man making sacrifice.” – The Epic of Gilgamesh
“These
Elementals live in the soul-realm of man as long as he lives, and grow
strong and fat, for they live on his life-principle, and are fed by the
substance of his thoughts.” – Franz Hartmann, M.D., Magic: White and Black- “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, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.” – Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity
- “They are attracted to emotions. Animal fear is what attracts them the most; it releases the kind of energy that suits them.” – Carlos Castaneda, The Fire from Within
- “They were interested in emotion… They feasted as they made love to me.” – Rick Strassman, M.D., quoting DMT volunteer speaking of insect-like, reptilian creatures in DMT – The Spirit Molecule
They are attracted to emotions. Animal fear is what attracts them the most; it releases the kind of energy that suits them. – Carlos Castaneda, The Fire from Within
Robert Monroe and Loosh
We find blood ritual, including human sacrifice, in:-
The Druidic tradition
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Tibetan Buddhism
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Among the Indians of the Americas
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In Greece and Rome
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Africa
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China
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Arabia
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Germany
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Phoenicia
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Egypt
Even
the Old Testament (Judges 11:31-40) has a little-advertised story of
human sacrifice, with the Israelite judge Jephthah ritually slaughtering
his own daughter to fulfill a vow he made to Jehovah.
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Robert Monroe, in his online book “Far Journeys,”
writes of contact he had with a light being in an out-of-body
experience. (Monroe is arguably the world’s foremost researcher on OBEs;
he started an institute with trainee/researchers to scientifically
investigate the phenomenon.
- Reportedly the light being told Monroe that when humans die, their energy is released and harvested by trans-dimensional beings, who use it to extend their own life spans.
- The claim is that the universe is a garden created by ‘these beings’ as their food source. According to Monroe’s story, animals are intentionally positioned on this planet to feed on plants and on each other, thereby releasing the life force of their victims so it can be harvested. In a predator-prey struggle, exceptional energy is produced in the combatants.
- The spilling of blood in a fight-to-the-death conflict releases this intense energy, which the light beings call “loosh.”
- Loosh is also harvested from the loneliness of animals and humans, as well as from the emotions engendered when a parent is forced to defend the life of its young.
- Another source of loosh is humans’ worship. According to Monroe’s informant, our creators, the cosmic “energy farmers,” intentionally equipped animals with devices like fangs, claws and super-speed in order to prolong predator-prey combat and thereby produce more loosh.
In other words, the greater the suffering, the more life
force is spewed from our bodies, and the tastier the energy meal for
our creators.
(Source)
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Withdrawing Consent in a Disciplined Manner
During don Juan’s process of revelation regarding the Archons to Carlos Castaneda said:
“The flyers’ 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 flyers’ mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together.”
Don Juan also said:
“You’re being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that if 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 might. The sorcerers’ revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate.” “Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story.”
It is as simple as WITHDRAWING ones CONSENT in order to
render the agreement null and void, and release the bonds created by the
(unintentional) agreement.
Two of the required elements of any agreement or
contract are: full-knowledge of the conditions of the agreement, and
willing-intent to participate.
“A healthy mind is a castle that cannot be invaded without the will of its master; but if they (Larvae) are allowed to enter, they excite the passions of men and women, they create cravings in them, they produce bad thoughts which act injuriously on the brain; they sharpen the animal intellect and suffocate the moral sense.” – Paracelsus, De Ente Spirituali
Therefore, without full-knowledge and willing-intent,
such an agreement or contract was never established by the Conscious Act
by Your Spirit, and thus is null and void, even though it is currently
being pursued by spiritually and universally unlawful entities through
the use of deception and force.
.Opt Out
Don Juan explains that these aliens think of (and treat) humans as a food source and can overlay the human psyche in order to keep us dumbed down and unaware of their influence, however, it’s possible, he says, to dislodge them through discipline. By NOT allowing ourselves to be immersed in destructive emotions . . . we can rebuild our “shining coat” and no longer be under the influence of those dark forces by removing the “self” from our focus of existence. (Source)It’s right in front of you,
The answers are always so obvious,
But the brainwashing is so heavy… it distorts your perception.
- Tired of putting your trust in puppeteers that play with our lives like a game?
- Tired of being manipulated by their army of sell-out agents and media slaves?
- Tired of a hand-full of privileged psychopaths making important decisions for us?
Opt out! Boycott the geriatric, genocidal, psychopathic, evil elite.
Withhold consent of their plans for us . . .DECLARATION OF NON CONSENT:
I do not consent to government officials and representatives who break the law, who lie about their actions, or who ignore their sworn duty.
Say it loud, say it proud, “I DO NOT CONSENT!”
Be your own being.
Opt out of what is obviously wrong
. . . and lend your energy to what you know is right.
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Related articles
- Carlos Castaneda’s Don Juan’s Teachings
- Carlos Castaneda – The Anthropologist that became a Shaman (VIDEO) (tribalnetworking.wordpress.com)
- Sorcerer of ideas shows us the way: Writer and philosopher Carlos Castaneda’s words still have the power to move people (dailymail.co.uk)
- Parasites on the Loosh
- Far Journeys, an online book by Robert Monroe
- Possession and Predation – Aliens, Flyers, Clones, and Reptilians
- Psychic Parasites, Inter-Dimensional Beings and the Occult Elite
- Wetiko
- The Prism of Lyra, an online book by Lyssa Royal and Keith Priest