The Riddle of the Mind

Much of what I have been looking at on the blog so far pertains to what the Toltecs call The Riddle of the Mind. It relates to perception, self-awareness and how we interact with the socio-political world. Many, although they may deem otherwise, are only sparingly self-aware. One of the benefits of being in the university system for over twenty years is that you get to meet some very self-important people who are unaware of their pomposity, blind to it, whilst at the same time being crushingly and defensively insecure. Were you to suggest to some famous professor geezer that they were self-important and pompous, they would not countenance such a thing and get pissed off that you even have the temerity to suggest it; fully self-aware beings….

To solve the riddle of the mind, one needs to know oneself and one’s foibles, intimately.

So here is a riddle for you by way of a self-test and self-assessment:

On a scale where 0% is deep coma and 100% is a fully awake enlightened being, where would you rate your own self-awareness in percentage terms?

Transmuting Memory

If you can’t even be honest with yourself, you are fucked. Literally you are living a lie and one which will follow you wherever you go and in whatever you do. Caught up in this lie, your recall of events will be inaccurate, your interpretation of them faulty and this illusion will colour all of your interactions with the world. No doubt the events you perceive are always some other person’s faults,” it is really not fair mummy please can you stuff me back up your fanny.” There will be a tendency to wallow in the mud of self-pity or the rosy-tinted or sepia memories of days gone by. You will have no sobriety and shirk responsibility for your part in the events as life unfolds. Unless you are honest, at least unto yourself, your entire basis for interacting with life, is off, skewed and more than a little made-up. You will be a pretender, always pretending and very often fearful that you will be caught out in the lies you tell both to yourself and to others.

Until you recapitulate your life, honestly, right up until the moment you came into this planetary domain, you will not see your life for what it now is, nor what it has been. This recapitulation cannot be done overnight, because we have suppressed so much, and it lies hidden in a cobweb laden dusty corner of our minds. You can’t don some recapitulation trousers and hang in a tree and have it done in a month, nor can we hide in a cave or a box. It must be done assiduously, month after month, year after year. Always being mindful of the tendency to self-bullshit and to skip those areas which are embarrassing or painful. Something in life, perhaps a button pressed, will often open a new line of inquiry. Should it do so, that is the line you should follow, there and then. Gradually, slowly, the buttons will be eroded. And before long that which once got you so agitated is common or garden, with no drama attached. In time you will see the cyclic patterns of your life in which you repeat your folly, over and over. Now you are ready to move. Your battle plan starts to emerge.

“Not me, I am not going to do that shit again!”

Now the advertisers might cajole you into buying their products so that you can store memories in the larder, the pantry, upon which to dine in your dotage. If that is what you seek, then what are you doing here? The trouble is that memories can pickle and dry and go off. Any residual bitterness acidifies, and resentment burns like a hot iron plunged into the eyes. Unless you work at it, this kind of stuff, comes with you all the way to the box. If the past takes up such a high percentage of your CPU time, how can you process what is happening now, live and in the moment? You can’t! The land of “if only” is not such a great place. If all we have left is “if only”, we may sit all rheumy eyed in the care home playing bingo and quietly pissing ourselves. Warm it might be, real it is not.

Until you can at least be honest with yourself, you are fucked. You will repeat your folly, again and again.

“We can not solve our problems with the same level of thinking that created them.”

Albert Einstein

Ruthless self-honesty is one of the best ways, to change how we think about the world. It is a key which opens the door to transmutation. And by recapitulation we free up CPU time with which to interact in a more meaningful way with life and the world around us. Transmute your memory, acknowledge your responsibilities and you will see the tapestry of your karma unfolding. Point the finger and you will simply repeat ad infinitum. Better to live in the eternal now than in the wastelands of “if only”.

I can say from personal experience that to be free of the intrusive interposition of memory is a liberating thing. The only person who can do it for you, is you.

Three-Pronged Naguals

“The Rule is final, but its design and configuration are in constant evolution. But unlike evolutionists, who view the adaptations of life as a haphazard accumulation of genetic mutations, seers know there is nothing random about the Rule. They see how a command of the Eagle, in the form of a wave of energy, shakes the lineages of power from time to time, producing new stages in sorcery.

“A more exact way of describing it, is to assume that all possible variations of the Rule are contained in a womb of potential, and what changes over time is the degree of knowledge the sorcerers have of that totality, and what emphasis they put on particular portions of it. Such periods of change are recurrent, and they are represented by the number three.”

“Why three?”

“Because the old Toltecs associated the number three with dynamics and renewal. They discovered that ternary formations – formations based on the number three – announce unexpected changes.

“The Rule dictates that, from time to time, a special kind of nagual will appear in the lineages; a nagual whose energy is not divided into four parts, but instead has only three compartments. Seers call them ‘three-pronged naguals.”

I asked him how they where different from the others. He answered:

“Their energy is volatile, they are always moving, and because of that they find it difficult to accumulate power. From the point of view of the lineage, their composition is faulty; they will never be true naguals. In compensation, they lack the timidity and reservation that characterize the classic naguals, and they possess an unusual capacity to improvise and communicate.

“We can say that three-pronged naguals are like the cuckoo birds incubated in other birds’ nests. They are opportunists, but they are necessary. Unlike the naguals of four points, whose freedom it is to pass unnoticed, those of three points are public personalities. They disclose secrets and cause fragmentation of the teachings, but without them, the lineages of power would have been extinguished a long time ago.

“Among the new seers, the Rule is that a nagual leaves a new party as a descendant. Some, due to their enormous energy surpluses, are able to help organizing a second or third generation of seers. For example, the nagual Elias Ulloa lived long enough to create his successor’s party and to have an influence on the following one. But this does not mean a fork in the lineage; all those groups were part of the same transmission line.

“On the other hand, the three-pronged nagual is authorized to transmit his knowledge radially, which does lead to a diversification of lineages. His luminous cocoon has a disintegrating effect on the group, which breaks the lineal structure of transmission and foments a desire for change and action in warriors, and an active disposition to be involved with their fellow men.”

“Was that what happened to you?”

“That’s what happened. Due to my luminous disposition, I don’t have any qualms about leaving kernels of knowledge behind, wherever I go. I know that I need an enormous quantity of energy to fulfill my task, and that I can only obtain it from masses. For that reason I am willing to broadcast the knowledge far and wide, and transform and redefine its paradigms.”

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Excerpted from “Encounters With The Nagual” – by Armando Torres

A conversation with Carlos Castaneda

Fixation of the Common Dream (Nightmare)

A Toltec might say that the Tonal of Man, is fixed and getting ever more fixated. It simply will not budge. All one might hope for is that a few individuals might see this for themselves and then start to loosen that Tonal {in a personal sense} so that they might experience a wider reality. Make no mistake that concrete Tonal is reinforced with steel bars, carbon fibre rods and graphene nanotube composites. It will take a hell of a lot to even get it to flex a little. We may collide beams of hadrons together at TeV energies, build sophisticated laser interferometers to “listen” to neutron starts colliding, and send billion-dollar telescopes into space, but there is one simple frontier which we fail to address. That frontier is inner space, it is perhaps less glamorous and won’t win you any prizes. But surely this frontier needs looked at before humanity descends further into its fatuous obsession with self-image and all the attendant miseries associated?

We have a world in which someone may go on a meditation or yoga retreat and then simply cannot wait to upload images to their social media, a world in which plastic tits and knifed up lips or noses are seen as desirable. A world in which a fucking selfie with a “star” is an epitome, a highlight. We have people eating themselves to death, whilst others starve. We have a world where stuff is more important than substance. That image obsession, how it rules. Of all the impermanent things, all the conditioned things in the universe, this is our new pantheon of deity; image, brand, made up shit. How we worship all these imaginings! There is no need for a gilded calf, there is just fantasy worshipped by megapixel count.

My guess is that humanity has to fall all the way around the u-bend of this image fixation until such time as big pharma can no longer supply enough happy pills to keep the world away from the noose or the razor blade. This illusion, this glamour, this “celebrity” is all more than a little sad. We have become paper tigers prowling in a fantasy-forest, and we fail to realise just how fragile we are.

Whilst our eyes are turned outward, to space or to image, we get sicker and more unhappy. All the shiny technology in the world cannot sate an inner hunger, an inner thirst or an inner melancholy. It might displace the misery for a while, but it comes back like a spring tide. All that being busy and rushing around, it never addresses anything.

“Look at me I am such a success! Look at me!”

“Pray tell, why then are you so tense and miserable?”

Until such time as humanity understands its corporeal observational instrument a whole lot better, there will be suffering and angst. But no, we can’t look there, it is too scary, too real, too risky. I know let’s upload some inane photos onto the internet, that’ll do it!

The inner space is the new frontier, it is here, and the monetary cost of its exploration is small. It is so obvious, so simple and so easy to miss. People generally prefer the grandiose to the simple. Which in itself, speaks volumes.

The Fixation of the Common Dream (Nightmare) gets ever stronger. Maybe one day, humanity will seek to wake up from this self-created nightmare and smell the coffee?

The nagal, the dreamer and the dreamed.

This morning, in the predawn, I have been outside to smoke, as is my custom. In the predawn light I could see our latest visitor not more than a few feet from me. It was a baby bunny hopping about quietly, calmly and unconcerned by me. I could not assimilate his whole shape, but his fluffy white tail caught the eye. I knew which end was which. I am a little concerned for him as daylight dawns. But maybe he has a good strategy, being so close to the house might offer him some protection. In the twilight between wake and sleep, many of us drift and to some this is very nice. We may not be sure what is the dreamer and what is the dreamed.

That which speaks to each of us varies and that may be due to our upbringing, its attendant prejudices and our own predilection. In the video previous there is talk of THE spirit dreaming the world into being. In the Toltec tradition this is called Nagal. As the stages of the dreaming progress the Nagal divides itself into the dreamers like the barramundi and the dream goes on. The dreamers dream in the rest of the manifested universe. In a human sense we have spirit, soul and physical plane being; the nagal, the dreamer and the dreamed. The dreamer pretty much corresponds to the idea of the soul. It is the real you, not the social being full of angsts. Thus, to listen to the dreams of your dreamer is to dream true to you own soul. To me this sounds good, it has a lovely feel to it and it speaks to me. Learning to dream true is to become a fully ensouled being in which you are en rapport with your soul. I don’t know about you but as a goal, this isn’t so bad. Learning to dream true is a part of the way to freedom and liberation. In a sense this means giving over the dreamed to the dreamer. One could say hand over the steering wheel of your car, your vehicle, to your soul. If the dreamed is a bit of a control freak it will be more than a little prone to back seat driving.

At this the twilight between night and day, I offer this up.

Learn to dream true, so that the dreams of the dreamer are made real, hence to climb the “ladder” up to the spirit.

So that in time the nagal, the dreamer and the dreamed can be as one and at one.