Topic: What kind of spirituàl preparations

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I started reading Castenada books probably around the age of 15 was it ?


I feel his most valuable information was about the path becoming a romantic affair.


Whilst a lot of energy was wasted on seeking friendship with others who had no real interest or capability of sustained romance with their path.


After a book or two , the romance diverged.


Curiousity expanded into volumes and dream explorations .


I used to ask relatively mundane folks with no such knowledge , about how things like astral projection happened to me.


They didn't know anything about it and I can only guess how strange I seemed to them.


Speaking of floating around town.


Nothing really changed in that sense.
The expanded knowledge those I tried to communicate with gave auras of untouchableness to superiority of view.


As I grew. I stopped asking as.they really didn't listen anyway.


Abhorrent sorcerers became from words and directions , those who liked for those askers to be retardedly patient while they dished out slowly , faded away in stature.


Talking at me , about me , I talked past them and their ignorance and stupidity. Skimming advancingly.


I suppose what I'm saying about the intricacies of detail perceived by dreamers at a point in their romance.  Was it consumed unchecked , and became what it seemed.

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There was a book , called brave new world by Aldous Huxley , funny how things carry on.


I ended up with a drum teacher named Aldous at one time .


The first teacher would leave the page open , on 4/4 time , x and p , d and o . you know.


Whilst he wandered around and served customers .


A stasis happened , there was a bridge between the simplistic self serving timing of the first , to Aldous' style , with the rack with all those objects skillfully orchestrated like the cowbell and the hand forged China crash.

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At this point in time , much of Aldous' so called fiction became .


The angry divided people defended and cheered as liberties were taken away and replaced.


Its as though the archetypal scripts were actually produced to give warning in many cases to a point.


Substitutes were swapped , like fear for liberty , safety for control , so on and so on ..........


After all , how can timing produce such states out of harmony to seem as though ?
There is nothing unsuspectingly beneath which is not what is produced , except for that which one should not be supposed to know ?


Emotionally triggered directions ,


You may remember in castenadas beginning , a search for power .


There was a choice within the first steps asking to pursue ,
A decision , something ultimately deceptive.


A step that would later need retrieving. A dreamer . a dreamer needed retrieving.


We have to understand , these are inherent phenomenon which have then been attempted to be replicated ,
Which after being pulled apart are asked to then reemerge again complete !


How foolish for following a fool who has become lost.


Sure there's nuggets there , what has been gained and what has been lost.

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I did not go and find the world that felt homely , I went and built it.


Because it was not retarded , stagnant , divided , or lost.


It is hidden waiting in the forest as a light which grows inside , so it is revealed.


That the people sleep , control , try to imagine leaving to the place , while around them is what is within them,


That in searching or more properly 'leaving' to look ,
The introverted needs to speak , while the extroverted tries to drown those out.


Let those introverted speak their quiet voices loudly .


Wonder why those loud with the most misleading and least to say should hush .


That they try to control , to replace sovereignty with another sound.


How can I speak to one who believes life is something to be avoided.


So much fruit everyday , more than they can imagine or see.

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Anyway,
A small amount more time , then I shall find what I left within the wilderness.
Do not expect the intentions of others to not bless.
Thinking that they instead hunt blindly ,


Do not speak blindness stupidly to the awake because of solidified path , instead ask !


Where that light grows , all of those I see do not speak with forked tongue.
They are clean ,


It takes some time for it to seep in , at first the mind tries to panic , looks for an escape.


Easily we do wha t you ask , yet the horse before the Cart !


If only those who explained could see .


I am not the consequence of your imagined afflictions through denying the medicine you shall not force .


The mind , relaxes , perhaps beyond a week .


Two things , comfort and security.


Being responsible for your own survival a truly shrinking thought , yet expanding feeling.


When returning , listening in rooms , small things , like a dog that passes through a fence , and then again awake.


The hunters would see their prey.


Small things, like witnessing events , falling asleep being more awake.


Its a detour , gathering these seen . the wild calls , it is getting stronger  ,
Preparations being made , like seasons