“The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers’ 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 mind’s foreign origin. The foreign installation 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 if flees permanently. A sad day indeed! That’s the day when you have to rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. 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. This is 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,k 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. 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.
“When one is torn by internal struggle, it is because down in the depths one knows that one is incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of the self, the glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to incomprehensible entities. And, another part of one 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 be 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.
Carlos writes:
“AT 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. […] 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.
[Laura’s note: apparently Carlos didn’t read Eliade’s “Shamanism.” or Vallee’s “Passport to Magonia.” These works are FULL of the historical and ANCIENT references to these beings that don Juan calls “flyers.”]
Don Juan tells Carlos:
“the flyers’ mind has not left you. 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 playind the contradictions betwen 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 I am telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition. 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 and its’ 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.
“A wierd thing is that every human being on this earth seems to have exactly the same reactions, the same thoughts, the same feelings. the 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 can formally account for such homogeneity.
“…I really wanted to start for home right away […] but before we reached his house, don Juan sat down on a high ledge overlooking the valley. He didn’t say anything for awhile. He was not out of breath. I couldn’t conceive of why he had stopped to sit down.
“‘The task of the day, for you, ‘ he said abruptly, in a foreboding tone, ‘is one of the most mysterious things of sorcery, something that goes beyond language, beyond explanations. …So brace yourself by propping your back against this rock wall, as far as possible, from the edge. I will be by you, in case you faint or fall down. …I want you to cross your legs and enter into inner silence, but don’t fall asleep.’
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