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Showing posts with label Nagual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nagual. Show all posts

Makwil Cuetzpalin (rare trilingual edition)

Makwil Cuetzpalin


E aqui Tonal

(un destino propio)

El mero proposito de esta existencia.


Hoy mismo se quebrara la primer regla

Ante todas las demas:

Si no sabes cual


Pues es porque no

Investigas suficientemente;

El numero cinco ha sido y siempre sera


Gran pentametro

De nuestra quintaesencia comun —

Un nombre del hombre en exilio desde Eden.


And on the fifth stave

An immense, jet-black Aquila hatched

From gone feathered serpent's crystalline egg.


Et le lendemain soir

Il est monte au clair de lune

Apres le coucher du soleil ...


Tonatiuh bajo

Al inframundo ~ en su puesto subio otro.

Con llamas tan agudas, que hasta siegan los malvados!

[ Nahual ItzQuauhtli sembro el sexto sol ]

Day-sign Macuilli Cuetzpalin (fifth lizard) corresponds to the author's date of birth.

Digital Shamanism

Digital Shamanism


Well if you must use the Facebook™
Make sure it aids in Recapitulation.
Nothing doing online
Among disillusioned Dreamers.
Where be the seasoned Warriors?
(They don't conform to techie patterns).
Out here all anyone ever hears
Is a whole lot of dissonant Tonalities;
Butthurt arguments born of hypersensitivity, overindulgence, &
Sentimentality.
So strap on your #VR Headset
Let's traverse this silicon tundra ...
Ignite some sage grass or incense.
Fling open the Windows® of perception!
Mortality is a predator watching — waiting
To pounce upon those who are at unawares :o


Image: Don Juan Matus & Carlos Castaneda

Ars Somnium

Author's Note: For further notes on Carlos Castaneda's The Art of Dreaming, please refer to Wikipedia.



Ars Somnium


Sevenfold be the sorcerer's gateways to dreaming (each gate is first reached [i] and then crossed [ii] although not necessarily consecutively):


Manual Setup — [i] Settle the outcome, 'mano a mano'. The Second Attention is only awoken by our conscious intention. Find your hands in a dream and look away briefly before returning to them intently. Rinse and repeat; this stabilizes one's nocturnal 'double'.

[ii] Fall asleep while remaining lucid. Having forged your energy body, you must learn how to use it. Take baby steps. Will yourself into action. Attempt to interact with ethereal objects.

Nesting Instinct —  [i] Once proficiency is achieved, start dreaming within dreams. Master awakening from deeper and deeper theta states. One can also focus on ancillary items in order to transition toward different dream scenes.

[ii] Consistent years of practice should pique the interest of Inorganic Beings. Project confidence and they'll surely rally to you. Avoid fear at all costs. Try tracking Inorganic scouts back to their own abodes. Those who play their cards right shall gain allies who can heighten our awareness more than ever thought possible.

Dreamer & Dreamed — [i] At some point you'll come face to face with your actual sleeping self. Your two Attentions are now merging. The energetic double is Being completed, thus does it begin touching upon everyday reality. It's imperative that you develop a method of confirming without doubt that this is indeed your physical form. Heed Don Juan's advice and observe everything here "with great care and curiosity".

[ii] Beware of rational mind or else end up trapped in superfluous minutiae. Rely instead on irrational abandon so that your perception doesn't linger too long on any particular detail. Fluidity is of utmost importance.

Sightseeing & Sharing — [i] Use the 'dreamt' to visit familiar locales. Go back to the same spot a few times and try to verify what you see there later on during waking life. Follow up by visiting places that are less known, including situations outside mundane experience.

[ii] Enter the dream of another dreamer, or occupy a mutual dream together. Such feats require bounteous reserves of personal power, which are usually obtained through abstinence or energy exchanges with one's allies.

Bridging Gaps — [i] Switch out the aforementioned double with your material embodiment. The double can be sent ahead and exert its pull upon physicality. Transposition becomes possible. Practice astral projection at its finest. Most people won't be able to tell the difference between either manifestation anyway.

[ii] Split in twain, catapult into unknown realities. There you may temporarily inhabit the viewpoint of an otherworldly entity. While we're prone to impute human qualities on such alien experiences, just gaze directly (rather passively) at those energies, and witness as vast mysteries unravel!

Spirit Animals — [i] Sometimes when we traverse outlandish dreamscapes, natural obstacles arise. During these times, it's not uncommon for the double to react instinctively by assuming a feral physique: birds, felines, foxes and wolves are common totems.

[ii] Moreover, once shamans become comfortable enough in 'beast mode', they can actually awaken elsewhere as animals. This is a dangerous threshold that one ought to cross only if utterly confident and after much training.

Tonal & Nagual — [i] Duality is breached for good as both the First and Second Attention are unified. In a manner of speaking, it's like 'dreaming awake'. This is Seeing proper, since sufficient Impeccability has been cultivated, and it's ripe for harvesting. The dreamer beholds daily life through the eyes of the dreamt.

[ii] The island of one's Tonal is now flooded by elements flowing from the Nagual's oceanic emanations: Assemblage Point, luminous cocoons, power plants, Rolling Force, Voladores, etc. You might even hear the Voice of Seeing itself. Whatever you do, don't tell the uninitiated about these things (because they'll probably have you committed)!

The Cricket's Call

"According to the Aztec language, the word Chapultepec means the following: Chapul or chapulin means “cricket” and Tepec “hill.” Therefore, the Aztec word Chapultepec must be defined as, “The Hill of the Cricket.”

In ancient Rome, during the time of the Caesars, the cricket was sold in golden cages at a very high price. In Mexico City, at the Museum of Anthropology and History there exists a very  interesting picture related to the teachings that were taught to the Aztec Nobility and Priests in their secret temples.

In this picture, we see two individuals floating over the Hill of Chapultepec. A chirping cricket appears at the summit of the hill.  Next to this scene, a floating human face appears; from the mouth emerges two waves of light which symbolize the chirping of the cricket, or in other words, the symbol for the monotonous and sharp sound of the cricket that the two people who are floating over the foothill must produce in order to penetrate into the temple."

~ from Aztec Christic Magic by Samael Aun Weor



The Cricket's Call


Mid-August somnolence;
Cicadas seethe by sunlight
But at nighttime, crickets chirp.

Nocturnal chorus basking
In the heatwave aftermath.
Waking wizards for witching hour ...

Roused astral body astir within interzone —
Early morning moth latch onto silver cord
And raise this wretched man above his foibles!

Unladen from Earthly burden
Mortal coil may be transmuted
To enact any empyrean alchemy.

Peter Pan flies to Neverland again
(applaud so that Tinker Bell revives).
Old Jiminy will attest to our regained virtues!

Shape Shifter

“The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”
~ Gloria Steinem

“The most necessary part of learning is unlearning our errors.”

~ Zeno 

"Where spirituality is concerned,
learning is all about unlearning -
unlearning almost everything you’ve ever been taught.
It’s all about unlearning and listening."
~ Anthony de Mello

Shape Shifter


Let's start by not taking ourselves too damn seriously.
Loosen up — crack knuckles and neck — stretch limbs ...

Confound it! This human mode is dumbfounded!
We spend so much time learning to identify
With this or that, him, her, and them.

Where rests the primal shape of one's face?
Heretofore any final form escapes our gaze.
Switch animal totems as a player trades out masks.
Strive for fluidity when it comes to sorcerers' tasks.

Static objects don't exist. Even ideals barely persist.
Stagnation awaits those who can't adapt to change.
Standing still within eye of whirlwind seems strange.
Stirs it not thy divine stars? Venusian women; men of Mars?
Starseeds wake, ascend to night. Gnostic knowing, out of sight!

Shift below you must, lest your silver cord gather dust.
Then take flight as a raven to look upon lesser auras.
The predator blends into background; praying prey ignore us.
Though myths may vary, a lot are attributed to Apollodorus.

Transparency serves an arranger behind these scenes.
Unless amorphousness flows, anthropomorphism anchors souls.
Undoing such damnation involves enacting fictive figures.

Let's end without wondering whether or not it all makes sense.
Latter years are needed to refine singular self into a peerless:

Shape Shifter



Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:


Time To Go META!

Time To Go META!


History is no mystery:
One day as if out of the blue
An unknown underdog
Ends up becoming Top Cat.

Decaying systems are overruled.
What once was thought essential
Surprisingly turns to drivel
And its reverse is christened Truth.

Plebs will believe what they're told
To believe by any ruling authority.
Although all rules have exceptions;
Autonomous rogues who fight uphill battles.

Whoa there massive ass mama,
Don't you know that it's time to go META?
No civilized institution is unaffected
If letters of policy are writ by a meddler.

Ruthless, a Stalker requires zero proof
Thus like an airborne ship he sails aloof.
Recapitulate lest you miss a cunning step;
Some tomes unread beyond campus roof.

A Magus in mastery will not show mercy.
When matter meets antimatter
They cancel one another out.
So be it (such clashes remain immaterial).

Speed bumps on the road to Authentic City —
Where only the coolest of Calicos frolic.
There we'll meet again fully splendored
And if providence permits, unbend each folded fender!
Image: Major Arcana, The Mage / Magician. See HERE for more.

PleonasM

PleonasM


Long time no write
This site out of sight
The Nous grew silent
Which in retro sounds right?

The struggle continues
Nagual knows that it's REAL
But something ETHEREAL
Yet tangible waits on us to feel...

Beyond creative explosions
Destructive emotions
Treks through trials then commotions
Life meets death with {{convulsions}}

Still the fight is worthwhile &
Stakes are far too high to ignore.
Organic existence is just one aisle
That our Consciousness must explore.

Posterity will bear out this work's value;
Polished gems always outclass any hullabaloo.
Pretentious labels get attached to such a lofty purview cause
Perfection is offensive to mere mortals who envy you, cuz!

Nagual ItzQuauhtli Says...

"The power that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the Eagle, not because it is an eagle or has anything to do with an eagle, but because it appears to the seer as an immeasurable jet-black eagle, standing erect as an eagle stands, its height reaching to infinity. As the seer gazes on the blackness that the Eagle is, four blazes of light reveal what the Eagle is like. The first blaze, which is like a bolt of lightning, helps the seer make out the contours of the Eagle's body. There are patches of whiteness that look like an eagle's feathers and talons. A second blaze of lightning reveals the flapping, wind-creating blackness that looks like an eagle's wings. With the third blaze of lightning the seer beholds a piercing, inhuman eye. And the fourth and last blaze discloses what the Eagle is doing.

The Eagle is devouring the awareness of all the creatures that, alive on earth a moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle's beak, like a ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes them; for awareness is the Eagle's food.

The Eagle, that power that governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at once all those living things.  There is no way, therefore, for man to pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace, the human part of the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole.

It is only from the Eagle's actions that a seer can tell what it wants. The Eagle, although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any one of them,  if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of awareness, the power to disobey the summons to die and be consumed. Every living thing has been granted the power, if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it. It is evident to the seer who sees the opening, and to the creatures that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift in order to perpetuate awareness.

For the purpose of guiding living things to that opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual is a double being to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in the form of a human  being, an  animal, a  plant, or  anything  else  that  lives, the  Nagual  by  virtue  of  its doubleness is drawn to seek that hidden passageway."

~ from The Eagle's Gift by Carlos Castaneda





Nagual ItzQuauhtli Says...


One's Tonal is transient, fragile
Imperfect and limited
Interior character deciding exterior destiny


However, it can be tempered
Through directed Dreams
As well as all actions recapped


Dumbstruck by silent knowledge
Warriors topple their self-importance
Then master awareness with sober insight


Remember always that Death stalks us constantly
But beyond every Tonal thrives an enigmatic Nagual
Wrapped within layers of energetic abstraction


Many misnomers exist for such sublime states
But words matter
little when matters meet with BIG CRUNCH
Jettison rational thought and float ever aloof


Cultural language patterns constrain Spirit
So overthrow those foreign installations
Hear The Eagle's emanations expressed by Seeing's non-verbal voice


For Posterity . . .

For Posterity . . .


The greatest Poet of this century came & went
Yet no literary journal will ever catch that scent

Gloss can but poorly misrepresent
What only appears to be an accident

Whereas ideas form, actions cement
Impregnable logic without a dent

Therefore fine lady or dapper gent
Bolster the bent of thine own Intent

Real re-evolution shalt ye then foment
Leaving Earth's orbit — with no lament!

Balam Ahau (Lord Jaguar) Mythic May Vol. 6

Balam Ahau


Mounted on horseback with arms across chest
It suddenly dawned
That Jaguar as worshipped by the Toltecs
Was an ideal.
A visionary fusion of all that is noble in ape
And feline alike.

Unmitigated ferocity plus stealthy mobility
Granted by Totemic beasts;
Unflinchingly attentive reptile, crafty coyote
Chimeric eclipsed sun
Whose illustrious wingspan brightens emblazoned
Against the moon.  

Prowling through mortality with vigilance
Every act dignified
Growling only when necessity dictates
Amidst backdrops espied
Trailing ziggurat lightning ricochets off
Edges of mind!


Further Reading: Past Issues of Mythic May

ItzQuauhtli's Prophecy

ItzQuauhtli's Prophecy


Forged in Tonatiuh's heart, his feathers were slates of antimatter

ItzQuauhtli was recognized as a reflection of Great Cosmic Eagle

Which North-American Natives called: Thunderbird.

Analogous to Horus in Egyptian lore; whose eyes are equally solar and lunar.

Or Garuda in Hinduism, with Vishnu riding atop his back.

Like Mercury (closest to the sun) he served as a messenger.

The Aztecs associated this Eagle with Huitzilopochtli — god of war and patron of the arts.

Sent to Earth late during the Fifth age, he heralded Quetzalcoatl's return

While also warning that it would come hand-in-hand with Tezcatlipoca's release ...

For the nine lords of Xibalba known as Bolon Yokte are present at both the beginning and end of time!

Second Syntax

"Did the universe really begin?";
and, "Is the theory of the Big Bang true?"
These are not really questions, although they sound like they are.
The real question is whether or not
the only syntax that exists
is the syntax that requires,
as statements of fact
"beginnings", "developments", and "ends".
Other syntaxes exist.
There is one which demands
that varieties of intensity be taken as facts.
Within that syntax, "nothing begins" and "nothing ends".
Therefore, birth, for example, is not a clean, clear-cut event;
but rather, birth is a specific type of intensity;
and so is maturation;
and so is death.
A man of that syntax, looking over his equations,
finds that he has calculated enough varieties of intensity
to say with authority
that the universe never began,
and will never end.
He will conclude that the universe has gone through, is now going through, and will forever go through
endless fluctuations of intensity.
A man of that syntax could very well conclude that the universe itself
is the chariot of intensity,
and that a person can board it
to journey through changes without end.
He will conclude all that, and much more,
perhaps without ever realizing
that he is merely confirming
the syntax of his mother tongue.

~ Carlos Castaneda



Second Syntax

Incessant internal banter
The Tower of Babel spins
Yarns strewn throughout one's ego
Like play by play commentary
In a vessel that never fills

Do not distress overly much
If broken tape throws for a loop
When perception sullies memories
Everybody finds their mind fumbles
While understating sooth

Yet verbal thought be but a bough
Growing from the trunk of consciousness
There are countless others anyhow
Like silent knowledge (Gnosis)
Dreams, and consensual bliss

The Four Tezcatlipocas (Mythic May Vol. 3)

The Four Tezcatlipocas

Aztec legends relate that Ometeotl
———Lord and Lady pair
———the original creator
Had four sons who sat at each corner of our young cosmos.
These newborn deities were dubbed Tezcatlipoca (smoking mirrors)
Not unlike the veil of illusion, which the Hindu Vedas call Maya.

To the East stood Quetzalcoatl; Feathered Serpent, whose face shone white.
From deep South came Huitzilopochtli; Hummingbird Sorcerer and blue-faced warrior. 
Westward arrived Xipe Totec; Flayed Lord of agriculture whom bore a bloody visage.
From far North came Tezcatlipoca proper; black in aspect and with a dark soul to match.

Back then, the Earth was covered by primordial waters where a crocodile named Cipactli swam.
Black Tezcatlipoca even lost a leg to Cipactli when he was trying to seed the planet
So the four brothers made an aquatic god (Tlaloc) and goddess (Chalchiuhtlicue) to reign over the deeps.
Tamed by these siblings, the oceans receded and dry land was then populated with giants.

During the first age Tezcatlipoca himself became the sun, but his light was far too dim.
Quetzalcoatl could not tolerate his poor lighting and so knocked him out of the sky.
Incensed———Tezcatlipoca unleashed a horde of mighty Jaguars into the world.
Since night had befallen, the giants of that first age were hunted to extinction!

In the second age Quetzalcoatl beamed from above, having created a new folk.
His people were not very tall but over time they began thinking too highly of themselves.
Because they took the gods for granted, Tezcatlipoca turned them into monkeys.
Disliking their transformation, Quetzalcoatl descended as Lord Huracan (the hurricane) and blew them all away!

A third age dawned during which Tlaloc rose to illuminate the days of another race.
Unfortunately, Tezcatlipoca moved in on his wife Xochiquetzal, the goddess of love.
Seeing this made Tlaloc jealous and he refused to irrigate any crops down below.
Everybody cried out for relief from this dreadful drought but rather vengeful, Tlaloc hailed fire instead!

Consequently, Earth needed to be remade in the fourth age from the third era's ashes.
Hence, Chalchiuhtlicue ascended to give off her luminescence.
Yet ever a scoundrel, callous Tezcatlipoca accused her of vainglory.
Heartbroken by his persistent critique, that world was drowned in her divine tears!

Finally, Quetzalcoatl descended to the Earth's core as big black ant and retrieved grains of sacred corn.
Dousing them with his own blood, he created humankind as we know ourselves.
Meanwhile warlike Huitzilopochtli arose to heaven and became a fifth sun.
Then Tezcatlipoca convinced us that bloodletting should be our repayment...

Wars raged upon Terra Firma for millennia in the name of one god or another.
Quetzalcoatl vanished, betrayed by his evil twin brother, yet vowing to return.
Xipe Totec's veins were gradually drained by bloodthirsty inhumanity.
Sanctity is nowhere to be seen now since cynical people shun any gods whatsoever.

However, Huitzilopochtli is also a patron of the arts and he desires Metanoia.
If we can transcend life's rigors through sheer artistry then there still may be hope left for us.
Only such Toltec artisans could summon Quetzalcoatl and might even revive Xipe Totec.
Otherwise, cruel Tezcatlipoca surely has many more upheavals in store for us during the sixth sun called Tonatiuh.

Castaneda On Stilts

 Castaneda On Stilts



Cranes on the skyline
Phosphorous glow of the street lamps like stars
Traffic for silence

You see the UNSEEN and you hear the UNHEARD

The voice of each thought unrelenting
Extraneous description abounds
To which does the subject surrender?

WORDS have more power than we dare to FEAR

Superimposed comes the weight of our meaning
Memory amounts to mentality (in a limited scope)
Blinded to the realm of impossibility

Do not question the METHOD—simply study the MADNESS

This is the heart of Not-Doing
Acting, Dancing, Singing
All integral parts of Stalking the Dreamer

During every WAKING moment of the STILLNESS

Controlled folly at its finest:
Behaviour alters mind and mind brings forth behaviour
So state your purpose with conviction

For unbending INTENT realigns the Eagle's EMANATIONS

Thus, it is the intensity and integrity (indeed the frequency)
Of one's personal Tonal
Which determines

What aspects of the NAGUAL will become accessible to a WARRIOR

Because Warriors must aspire to all-encompassing awareness

Until the day their death arrives...

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