Рубрика: БЛОГ ИНСТРУКТОРОВ

Отзывы с семинара Быть Энергией© в Москве

ДЕНЬ 1

Мы были готовы.

Еще не все приехали на место, в пятницу вечером сложно добраться без пробок. Когда мы начали семинар, участники все еще находились в своих пятничных заботах и, вероятно, им было трудно привыкнуть к тому, что Аерин и Майлза нет на сцене.

Андрей начал рассказ.

Затем мы соединились с Шестом, двигались вместе с ним, ощущая свое место в пространстве и обретали свою целостность через взаимосвязь Земли и Звезд. Началась первая сессия в тройках. Мы делились своими намерениями, которые привезли на этот семинар. Один участник написал:

У меня появились новые убеждения, я освободилась в шаблонов, которые у меня были до семинара. Ко мне начали приходить новые убеждения о том, что на самом деле человек, каждый человек – это прежде всего сгусток энергии, что это духовное существо. Мы намного глубже, мы есть какой-то космос, в каждом из нас, мы сами космос.

ДЕНЬ 2

Утро второго дня началось с практики Дыхания Солнца и Лесной Ванны. Мы выдвинулись от шатра, где проводились занятия, погруженные в тишину, и, перейдя через ручей, пересекли границу первого и второго внимания. Войдя в рощу красивых и молодых берез, мы повернулись на восток, в направлении восходящего солнца. Солнце в то утро было нежным и мягким, несмотря на жаркое лето. Мы вдыхали энергию Солнца, наполняя наши тела его светом и теплом.

После, каждый из нас выбрал себе дерево и соединился с ним. Такие прекрасные существа! Порой кажется, что деревья имеют с нами более глубокую связь, чем животные.

Деревья наполнили нас своей тишиной и присутствием “здесь и сейчас”. И мы, выровненные и спокойные, рассказали им все свои тайные секреты, то, что было скрыто и спрятано глубоко внутри. Мягкий ветерок, неожиданно появившийся на минуту, унес все наши страхи и беспокойства, помогая выполнить дыхание перепросмотра.

Днем в шатре мы выполняли Форму Кетцалькоатля, проходя через три стадии развития Пернатого змея:

  1. Находимся внутри яйца и разбиваем кокон ограничений
  2. Создаем интеграцию между Землей и Небом
  3. Раскрываем крылья и летим

Эта форма помогала нам проходить через практики перепросмотра, собирая и осознавая дары нашей семейной линии, наблюдая ограничения, которые нам мешают. Мы принимали яркие, сверкающие дары и включали их в свои текущие проекты.

Отзыв участника

Я поняла, что основное наследие, которые мы оставляем, это наш свет. Моя мама всегда помогала другим людям советом, какими-то подарками, люди именно это помнили. Основное наследие – это свет, который идет от нас. Мы этот свет передаем своим родным, именно это и есть наше Наследие. Спасибо всем!

Второй день закончился сессией с Аерин и Майлзом. Мы наблюдали на видео живые потоки лавы на Гавайях, и во время медитации выравнивали наши эманации с эманациями Земли, чтобы получить от нее толчок для реализации своих намерений.

ДЕНЬ 3

На третий день, освобожденные от ограничений, наполненные тишиной деревьев и энергией Солнца, мы были готовы совершить полет – Кетцалькоатль распахнул свои крылья.

Отзыв участника

На семинаре мы выполняли упражнение по пробитию оболочки, оно было мягкое. Ограничение ушло и стало всё понятно, волнительно, даже страх не настолько велик, чтобы тебя удержать. После этого очень быстро всё оформилось, и проблемы перестали казаться неразрешимыми, по работе нашлось решение и нашелся даже спонсор этого путешествия.

Вырисовалась концепция кругосветного путешествия. Легкость, с которой стали происходить события, была просто ошеломляющий и поражающей.

Хочу сказать – мы едем в кругосветку, это  исполнении моей мечты. Целью будет написание книги, которая мне поможет сделать более глубокий перепросмотр.

Я очень благодарна Аерин и Майлзу, всем практикующим, их поддержка просто непередаваема. Я счастлива, что все здесь, наша энергия потрясающая.

Мы были целостностными и соединенными, рожденными на Земле и устремившимися к Звездам, снабженные наследием наших предков и готовые действовать. Пришла пора нашего Наследия.

What Carlos Castaneda Taught Me About Women’s Power

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Did you know in the U.S. someone is sexually assaulted every 98 seconds, and 90 percent of adult victims of rape are female? A recent survey of 550 experts on women’s issues concluded that India is the most dangerous country for women, and #10, the United States.

I remember talking to my teacher, Carlos Castaneda, about the role and position of women in the world. Castaneda, an anthropologist, writer, and the heir of a lineage of shamans from Mexico, opened my eyes to this issue when I met him in 1995. The first time he mentioned it, we were at his garden, pruning a lemon tree.

“Do you know that one in five women are being assaulted daily? Not only in Argentina where you come from, but worldwide?” he asked me.

“No, I never heard that statistics.” I mumbled nervously.

I was raised in a family where serving and educating men was emphasized. While my older brothers became engineers and doctors, my sister and I didn’t finish any studies after high school. I was a C, and D student. I focused my attention on becoming “nice’ and ‘cute’ as the roles for thinkers and doers were already taken by men.

I did want to become someone, to feel worthy and strong, to have a job, to have a voice and a say in my family and in the world. However, the baggage of judgments and unfulfilled desires always dragged me down and I couldn’t finish any of my projects that I started. From committing to a regular exercise program or diet, to taking a class, or a job, I would drop out half way.

I wondered if what I heard from my brothers and uncles about women, was true after all.

Women cannot drive well

Women cannot conduct business, are way too emotional

Women are not reliable to lead society

Women shouldn’t dress in mini skirts if they want to be safe

Educating women is a waste of money

Under the lemon tree, I shared these thoughts with him with a tinge of anger. Castaneda inspired me through his humor to not take my conditioning and past experiences so seriously. He said I could overcome and free myself from interpreations and create a new future for myself, dreaming bigger.

He taught me to:

  • To question and slow down my thoughts
  • To balance my emotions with a stimulant-free healthy diet
  • To get physically stronger by sustaining a daily practice
  • To educate myself, so I will have the energy and endurance to pursue my dreams.

“The best way to change the world out there is to start by changing yourself,” was his mode. “Use your shortcomings as routes to power” he kept telling me and gave me specific techniques for empowerment and inspiration:

To recapitulate, to remember and release all unwanted judgments and limiting interpretations and identifications about myself and put into action new ones:

  1. Shortcoming FROM: “I cannot study physics, it is impossible my brain doesn’t get it” TO conquering when I got an A in my physics class in college.
  2.  FROM “I never finish or graduate from school” TO: conquering by getting TWO masters degrees with high honors

To Practice daily physical exercises to heal childhood diseases and get stronger:

    1. FROM “No way I will be able to sustain these practice daily” TO: “Yes! I am doing it! The exercises are simple and easy to to incorporate in my busy life.”
    2. FROM being a poor breather with a family history of lung and heart disease TO experiencing healthy strong lungs and heart

To have a Romance with Knowledge, to be engage in critical thinking and philosophy:  

    1. FROM not reading the newspaper ever TO reading news and differentiating FACTS from OPINIONS
    2. FROM being emotionally attached to ideas TO OBSERVING and then perceiving

Twenty-three years have passed and I can say that this work has changed me completely. I have become what I wanted to be, and I feel empowered and strong.

I believe in giving women the opportunity to get educated at high levels, to be physically strong, and to assume positions of power in society and politics in order to create a more balanced world.

The survey I mentioned above concludes that “the US joint third with Syria for the risks women face in terms of sexual violence, including rape, sexual harassment, coercion into sex and a lack of access to justice in rape cases.” Thanks to the #MeToo movement we now evidence something we knew always.

 

Что Карлос Кастанеда рассказывал мне о Времени

 

Время подобно мысли, или желанию.
Время измеряется интенсивностью момента, который мы проживаем.
Время замирает, когда входишь в состояние внутренней тишины.
Время – это форма внимания.
Время не измеряется движением часовой стрелки.
Время изгибается, когда направляешь на него свое внимание.
Сейчас без пяти двенадцать, у меня почти не осталось Времени!
Я живу в текущем моменте.
Я встречаю наступающее Время.

what Carlos Castaneda taught me about timeЭто несколько фраз из тех, что я постоянно слышала звучащими из уст Карлоса Кастанеды с того момента, как встретила его. Он выражал свою обеспокоенность временем, он давал новые определения своим отношениям со временем, и он ежедневно бросал вызов самой идее времени.

Кастанеда приходил вовремя на все встречи, ему не нравилось, когда другие люди вынуждены ждать его. И он сам никого не ждал. Время, и то, как обращаться с ним, как растягивать его, как испытать его нелинейность, было неотъемлемой частью моего обучения у Кастанеды.

Он часто говорил о своей смерти и об умирании, очень спокойно и трезво, как если бы это неминуемо должно было случиться через пару дней или минут. И при этом, действовал он так, словно обладал всем временем этого мира.

Он никогда не спешил и не тревожился, расслабленный и спокойный, наслаждающийся едой, его настроение никогда не становилось беспокойным даже под давлением предстоящей презентации книг или по дороге на конференцию с участием сотен человек. Он не спешил, когда выходил на сцену, чтобы поделиться своими мыслями, с руками в карманах, демонстрируя открытость, спокойствие и расслабленность. Он не спешил, давая аудитории время посмеяться над его шутками и замечаниями, отвечая на вопросы, устанавливая зрительный контакт, как будто создавая подлинную связь с людьми.

Каждый день моего обучения у него был наполнен интенсивным изучением того, как остановить поток неосознаваемых привычек и как научиться новым способам поведения и существования. Мои дни ощущались бесконечно долгими, как будто растянутые моим намерением достичь «просветления» как можно быстрее, до того, как он умрет.

Ранним утром я отправлялась в школу учить английский, затем работала в его компании, и затем весь оставшийся вечер занималась физическими упражнениями в его студии по три-четыре часа. Но мой распорядок не был расписан по времени, или мое время не было расписано согласно распорядку, или оно не управлялось стрелками часов, как это всегда было, пока я жила в Аргентине. В течение моего ученичества у меня не было распорядка, потому что Кастанеда часто менял расписание и я училась скользить по событиям дня, словно встречая наступающее время.

Находясь в новой стране, питаясь непривычной пищей и живя с людьми, которых я едва знала, я чувствовала, будто время приостановилось для меня.

Я дала себе обещание «исчезнуть» на некоторое время из «реального мира», как делают некоторые писатели, чтобы написать роман, или как некоторые люди, выйдя на пенсию, посвящают время духовному развитию.  Так и я отказалась от своего времени, чтобы следовать потоку другого времени.

Я испытывала, как приостанавливается время, во время долгих часов практики серий движений, подобных боевым искусствам, и сидя долгие часы в тишине. После того, как я преодолела начальное сопротивление, как физическое, с дрожью в мышцах и сбившимся дыханием, так и умственное, с саморазрушительными мыслями вроде «Я не смогу это сделать», «Это слишком долго», «Я хочу домой, спать и есть такос», и т.п., я наконец смогла испытывать состояния экстаза.

 what Carlos Castaneda taught me about timeВолна хорошего самочувствия и жизненных сил начинала течь через мое тело, принося удовольствие от движущихся в унисон суставов, счастье от наполнения легких до предела, от тока свежей, насыщенной кислородом крови по всем сосудам и клеточкам тела, уносящей отходы и токсины, возрождая мое право существовать на этой планете, в это время.

После длинных часов практики движений в замедленном темпе я могла испытывать изысканную сладость спокойствия и уверенность в том, что меня любят.

Позже я начала испытывать такие состояния, подрезая деревья и работая в саду. Или обедая с друзьями, или даже в кино. Или просыпаясь по утрам и осознавая уникальность наступающего дня, осознавая с благодарностью, сидя на краю кровати, делая с закрытыми глазами первые вдохи дня, чувствуя биение сердца, мягкость и тепло кожи, и поющих в отдалении птиц, гудок соседской машины, газету, брошенную на улице, запах тостов, детей, смеющихся по дороге в школу, всплески воды в душе, который принимает мой муж, звуки пианино, на котором мой сын исполняет Оду «К радости».

Ощущение пробужденной жизненной силы продолжает струится сквозь меня, словно мой учитель создал вихрь, в котором все переживания едины и Время – это просто маленькая часть непрерывного течения жизни, которая продолжает происходить внутри и снаружи меня.

Contest Part 2: Inspiring you to write!

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Writing is one of the most precious human gifts and a wonderful instrument to leave a legacy. We know about our ancestors, their knowledge, wisdom and philosophies through writing and this is why we are inspiring you to write. It takes practice and we are here to support you in expressing yourself.

We created this contest because we know that so many of you have been inspired and impacted by Carlos Castaneda and his writings about the knowledge of the seers of ancient Mexico. As we celebrate the 20th anniversary of his death this year, we want to give you all the opportunity to share your stories with the community for a chance to win free tuition to one of our live workshops in Mexico City, England and Moscow!  Write about what attracted you to them? What inspired you about them? How old were you? Join our contest on Facebook and post your OWN story here How Carlos Castaneda Inspires You Contest.

My Story- How My Life Changed After Reading My First Book by Carlos Castaneda

how Carlos Castaneda inspires you contestBy Aerin Alexander

 

“For an average man, the world is weird because if he’s not bored with it, he’s at odds with it. For a warrior, the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable. A warrior must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous time.” Carlos Castaneda

Hello, my name is Aerin Alexander and I am the founder and director of the Energy Life Sciences Institute. Below I am sharing with you about the first moment I opened a book of Carlos Castaneda and the turn that took my life as a consequence.

I was living in Buenos Aires, Argentina in 1994 when I heard that Carlos Castaneda would be in town to give a talk to a select group of people. My first reaction was emotional. “What?” I thought. “He does exist? And he is in Buenos Aires? That is crazy!”

Carlos Castaneda was an anthropologist and visionary. His books centering on his apprenticeship with don Juan Matus, a Yaqui Indian from Sonora, Mexico, had catapulted him to fame in the 60’s and 70’s. The first time I opened Journey to Ixtlan, Castaneda’s third book, was by accident.

My mother’s older sister, Rosita, used to work for the Mexican publishing house that published Castaneda’s books in Spanish. No one in my family was an avid reader, including me, and I’d never noticed the book until one special day.

Our family had just moved to an apartment above a chicken store, with old tile floors, broken windows and holes on the walls, from a nicer apartment, furnished with carpets and wall papers and a mortgage my parents could no longer afford. My dad was forced to quit his job—he refused to be fired—because of the restructuring taking place in the international company at which he worked for 15 years. It was a stressful moment: my dad was looking for a new job and my mother, as usual, was in charge of the family relocation.

I was entering my first year of high-school and I was concerned about my weight. I was too skinny, and I feared I would end up in the hospital as it happened the year before, when I was hospitalized for a recurrence of rheumatic fever, my childhood disease. I was a picky eater, and under stress, I could not swallow.

The new apartment was filled with boxes, and I was in charge of, amongst other things, organizing the books. As I lined up the few books we owned in our single bookshelf, Journey to Ixtlan escaped my fingers and fell to the ground, landing open on page 15. The text on that page began: PART ONE “Stopping the World.”

I flipped to the next page. It read:

“I understand you know a great deal about plants, Sr.”

Castaneda said presenting himself to don Juan Matus. I randomly flipped ahead to page 110.

Acts have power,” he said. “Specially when the person acting knows that those acts are his last battle. There is a strange consuming happiness in acting with the full knowledge that whatever one is doing may very well be one’s last act on earth.”

I straightened my back and inhaled; a chill ran up my spine. I sat down on top of the boxes I was emptying and flipped back to page 15 and started reading again from there. I was fourteen years old, and, unwillingly, this book grabbed full my attention. His writings described the world as mysterious and unfathomable and humans, as warriors with purpose and in relation to the vastness universe. Like a healthy food, each page filled empty spaces creating connections and aliveness inside me.

Castaneda’s words sounded familiar somehow. I had never been to Mexico, but I did dream about the possibility of going some day. My birth name was Maria Guadalupe and, besides my mother’s devotion to the Virgin, I had also developed my own longing for Mexico. I had learned at school about Mesoamerica and knowledge of Toltecs and Mayans. It was the pyramid at Chichen Itza in Yucantán, with its precise number of steps representing each day of the year and exact orientation to the sun to reflect a shadow at each solstice, that I couldn’t stop thinking about. The Mayans lived in relationship to the stars, and don Juan was teaching Castaneda about his link with the invisible universe around. I thought I could also, somehow, I could feel my connection to all.

That day something shifted in me and I felt the emergence of a purpose, meaning in my life. I was suddenly interested in books and went on to hungrily read not only more from Castaneda, but also Nietzsche, Borges, Neruda, Coelho. My timing was perfectly synchronized with the availability of books. Bookstores were opening their doors in Buenos Aires after a seven-year dictatorship that had prohibited books from being sold and many authors from publishing. Being a teen, not only was I hungry to learn, but I was also naturally delighted to access what had been forbidden.

Almost 13 years later, I was studying the esoteric teachings of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky with a group of friends, when the group’s coordinator suggested we read Carlos Castaneda. With the group, I reread Journey to Ixtlan, and I intended every night to connect deeper with myself to understand my own life. As if being called to an appointment, a few months later I met Castaneda in person in Los Angeles, and I entered into the sorcerers’ world.

My Acquaintance with the ‘Nagual,” Carlos Castaneda Through his Books

By Sergei Minin

My name is Sergei Minin. I am from Russia and I live in Kirov. I want to share with you my story about my acquaintance with the ‘nagual’, Carlos Castaneda through his books.

I was a student when I first got Castaneda’s book. At that time I had many friends and we met often, listened to music and talked a lot. In the text of one of the songs I heard the phrase “Castaneda did not write about it” and because I was always curious, I began to find out who this Castaneda was. One of my friends gave me Castaneda’s books. When I read his first 4 books, much remained incomprehensible and I abandoned it. It was the first touch I received from the Spirit.

The second case was also connected with my friend, his name was Ed. He was very different from all my other friends – his energy, his attitude to life. He broadcast extremely unusual views on life, which were not in my family and my environment. He gave me a VHS cassette with the first video of 12 basic movements. Women in the video made an impression on me of mysticism, something final and inevitable. It completely fell out of the context of my culture and my tradition. Having looked once, I put the cassette in the box.

The third incident occurred somewhere after six months or a year. After a trip to a hot resort country for vacation, I activated the latent hepatitis B virus. Knowing this for the first time in my life brought me very close to the idea of death. For the first time, I really felt very deeply inside, not at the level of the mind, that death can be very close. The thought sobered me.

The treatment proceeded hard and lasted more than a year. I stopped consuming alcohol and cigarettes and gradually my circle of communication began to decline. I began spending more time alone. Then I accidentally gave a complete series of Castaneda’s books, and I at once read them all. It was a deafening effect, just WOW! A completely new and incomprehensible and very attractive world for me is the world of shamans and magic.

It changed my picture of the world very much. During the reading, the question that tormented me constantly arose: how can I reach the same conditions and get into that world? What needs to be done for this? There were no instructions for this in the book. Just at this time my friend Ed invited me to take part in one enterprise, it failed miserably and I owed a lot of money to the bank.

A few months later I got a very clear understanding that I need to rely only on myself. It was an obvious and strong sense of confidence, detachment, without pity, a new feeling for me. To me came the knowledge, deep from within no doubt, that I need to change – to change the city, the place of work, myself. But again, I did not know how I could approach this, where to start, where are the instructions? One day on a sunny summer day, I climbed into the closet and came across a video with magical passes. I turned on the video and began to learn the movements. A few months later I performed several series of movements. Then I still did not feel any direct effect from the movements, I just did everything.

Events in my life began to develop. I moved to another city, got a new job, quickly returned the debts. And two years later I got to my first seminar on tensegrity in St. Petersburg. This is another story.

How I Discovered the Knowledge of The Seers from Ancient Mexico

how Carlos Castaneda inspires you contestBy Dr. Miles Reid

Hello, my name is Miles Reid, and I am the director and founder of the Energy Life Sciences Institute. I met and studied directly with Carlos Castaneda and in the last 23 years I have been incorporating the teachings of the seers from Ancient Mexico in my professional practice as a doctor and in my personal life as a father. Here is my account of how I came to discover this knowledge.

The nagual Carlos Castaneda told me that what makes the events memorable or significant is not how bombastic they are but rather when something—seers call it intent or the spirit–crosses our path that awakens dormant qualities, or exposes us to things that deeply influence us in our future actions along our path to knowledge.

My life while growing up was very conventional. My family values, with doctors as parents, educated in the Western European paradigm, were based on science and logic as a reference. Both of them were kind and provided us with security and education, but there was no religion, no space for mystery or abstract thought, neither by instruction nor modeling. If one were to have drawn a line into the future, following the course my life had had until my teens, one could have easily predicted a similar outcome for my sense of reality and worldview when I grew up. But, sometimes, life offers us an event that, even though it would seem trivial at the time, it ends up altering the entire course of our journey. This happened to me with the books of Carlos Castaneda.

It all began when I was fifteen, in high school. Our regular biology teacher had called in sick, and a sub came in to replace her. His name was Julio Alfano, and he talked about strange things that seemed to have nothing to do with biology; he talked about being in a state of silence, about meditating and connecting to the universe.

After that day, he came back to “teach” our class several times. He opened the world of spirit to my attention. He represented a crack, he broke my veil and I saw something else. We all have a description of the world. There is the social environment’s description, and then the seers of ancient Mexico have one, and they brought to me a new description.

One day, he pulled a book from his bag and said to me: “I think you should read this”. It was The Teachings of Don Juan. I took the book with me, and began reading it in the bus while going back home.

I was immediately hooked. Moreover, something in me was touched at a deep cord, and what began to pour out from my being was almost a desperation, an urgency to take all in what I was reading. Nothing I had been exposed to in the past had hooked me in this way. I quickly finished the book and avidly bought the next one in the series, and then the next one after that.

I was so absorbed by the readings that I literally could not put the books down, I read in any moment I was not committed to something else. I read in the bus rides through the city, while standing shoulder to shoulder with the crowd. I even read while I was walking in the street. I would be walking with one arm holding the book high at face level so I could take brief glances up and around to avoid bumping into people, buildings and traffic!

What was it about this knowledge and the way this knowledge was presented in the books by Castaneda, that hooked me so deeply? When I ask myself this question the answer that arises in me is this: because it did not speak to me intellectually; it spoke to me bodily.

It wasn’t an understanding as I had been taught to, contextualizing knowledge through a process of the mind, which, at that time, meant a process of the brain, of reason. It seemed as if my very cells were absorbing the information and the ideas he was presenting, my body itself was being addressed, everywhere at once. The mind and the body were one single unit, awakening to the reality of a world of energy. The apparatus of perception was my entire me. It had an awesomeness that belonged to all of me.

My teacher Alfano had turned on the awareness of spirit in me, and this initiated an avid search for discovering spiritual traditions and any information of the kind. During my teens and early twenties, I got involved in yoga and the Hindu cosmology, attending talks and meditations from different yogis, I read about the life of Siddharta Gautama, the Buddha, and got involved in a line of Japanese Buddhism practices.

For over a year, I was a recurrent participant in a community that held traditional Native American sweat lodges from a lineage of Taos, New Mexico, and even became doorman, a position of importance as keeper of the fire during ceremonies. I learned shiatzu and read Lao Tze and the I Ching, striving to live its principles in my life.

But nothing resonated in me like the books of Carlos Castaneda. They introduced me to the magical side of man, it brought mystery into my daily life, it awoke a sense of wonder, of possibilities. At the time I first encountered them, he had written four books, so, after devouring them one after the other, I had to wait until his next book got published. I had figured that he seemed to publish a new book every three years, which reflected his experiences and evolution in his own development during the interims. This rhythm went on throughout my late teens and twenties, including my years as a medical student.

At the time, I became an assistant to a Filipino healer who performed energy surgeries on people that defied logic and I entered into a healing circle of daime, a syncretic tradition of the Amazon basin that used ayahuasca as a medium to access higher states of perception to help people with advanced or terminal illnesses. But one after the next, even though I kept learning and awakening from them, I was ‘half in’. I thought, “Maybe it is just me” that my destiny is not to fully take on any given practice or tradition, but forge my own, from a kaleidoscope of teachers.

During all those years, becoming a formal student of Castaneda was not an option. There was no place to study it and no other direct sources other than the books themselves. But the books were not really written as manuals to learn from, they were direct accounts of his own personal experiences.

Half way during my medical training, I took a two-year sabbatical from my formal studies to travel around the world. During that time, it was a must to ‘travel light’. The backpack contains all one’s belongings, so imagine that space is precious. Such was the cardinal place that Carlos Castaneda’s books had for me that I actually carried all his published books at the time, nine altogether, in soft cover!

I made it a goal to use them as study books during my travels. I wanted to grasp an integrated view as a whole. I made notes, cross-referenced premises he touched on in different moments in different books and practiced it while I traveled around the world, from Australia to Asia to Europe to Africa. I became not just a reader, but a lover, a practitioner and a seeker of infinity.

Nevertheless, I never felt that It was my role to seek going to Mexico to try ‘find’ him, like many readers and practitioners of his books did. I always felt, strangely, somehow casually but convinced of it, that if my destiny was to ever see him, it was going to come by itself, life was going to bring the opportunity to me rather than me forcing it. But, I never imagined that it would actually come true.

Never would have I really dreamed of, or imagined, that my fate a few years later, would lead me to meet him personally, and become his direct student. That indeed, against all odds for a regular, scientist boy raised in the far end of planet Earth, destiny would in fact, orchestrate uncanny coincidences leading to the serendipity of that reality. But that, friends, is a story for another time.

How I Arrived to Ixtlán

how Carlos Castaneda inspires you contestBy Ariadna Vasquez Sensors

My name is Ariadna Vasquez Sansores. I’m from Campeche, Mexico, but I’ve lived in Mexico City for many years and that makes me feel part of it too. I would like to share the story of how I got to “Viaje – Ixtlán”. A story of adventures and misadventures that were taking my spirit through inexhaustible trails, until I found this, and other fantastic books by Carlos Castaneda. This is my story:

We spent a few days of rest with my whole family in the U.S.A. One morning, we went to a shopping center. My mom went with my grandmother to find some things, and my aunts took care of my cousins and I. In a few minutes that distracted me or maybe seconds, a person who maybe had been watching the scene and saw that I was out there seeing several things, approached me. First I thought he was a salesman of the store, since he taught me all the games that I could not see because of my height in a very short time I felt in confidence. My aunts, who are incredible and perhaps with so many children, did not perceive the stalking of that person. They did not see him at any time, or maybe everyone thought he was a salesman of that store.

After having my confidence, he took my hand and in a single blink, I walked with him. Then, we took the escalator down several floors. As we passed by each floor, I remember looking for my mother, hoping to see her and my grandmother.

My heart beat a thousand times a second. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I also remember the sound made by those escalators, creaking, their smell of old wood and some fresh varnish. Every detail of the place has been recorded in my memory, those memories are stored in all the cells of my body. I can feel it and hear it in my heart.

Just to close your eyes and think about the scene, and everything is unfolding with precise details. With him I walked for hours on the street, at one point I took charge and hugged him. I never yelled at him, I had trusted him.

I felt destroyed and with much fear, I cried, but my tears came out with the most obscure silence. He tried to dry my tears, while he spoke to calm me, his voice … I remember it even very beautiful, very calm ..

But why did he want to take me? , Where would it take me? …
In a moment, after crying with great regret to be heard, I said to myself: “Ari, this will be your new life”.

I resigned myself to living with someone else, I did not put up resistance … I did not know how to say: NO! I was too ashamed to scream.

And I went to his side, crying in silence and hugging him tight again.

Something went through his head, which I can not decipher. But, he returned me to the right place. After hours of walking back, we ended up right back in the same place we started. Quickly, the police found me and I went back to my family

Because of this experience, I grew up full of fears, fear of losing my loved ones, fear of losing myself from my loved ones. I grew insecure and lonely, always with existentialist thoughts. Always thinking about what it would be like if my parents died or died, or if they just disappeared and never saw them again. I grew up thinking about the meaning of being here on earth.

During my childhood, I had 2 incredible teachers. One of them taught us that the house and classroom tasks, cleaning our desk, cleaning the windows, sweeping the room or the classroom, sweeping and cleaning my own room, washing the dishes and all those tasks, could be done with elegance, with fun, with music. All activity could be done with magic, if we only put the desire and attention necessary to make it so.

The other teacher took us to the countryside, made us admire nature, sleep on the dry leaves and feel the difference of sleeping on the fresh leaves, observe the stars and see up close the insects and every pretty leaf that crossed our path. He read us fragments of “Viaje a Ixtlán” that I still remember with my heart vibrating.

I was about 17 years old when, my cousin and best friend of the soul, read for me, several fragments of Castaneda’s books, read me parts of the “Don del Águila”, fragments of “Una realidad aparte”, “Viaje a Ixtlán”. And there I found the statements and phrases that had been preserved in my deep memory, of days of primary school and my teacher who inspired me to love nature. There I connected with that feeling of seeking freedom, of freeing my mind and my spirit from the pain contained by the loss of the being of my bowels, and by the fears with which I fell down day and night.

When Pelu lent me. “Viaje a Ixtlán”, and I read it, I began to remember the chapters read in childhood, I found the magic and the mystery that I needed to begin to understand, I found the codes for a deep communication with my psyche. We sat watching the sky with a new love, with new sight, the storms in the sea, had hidden languages ​​that we were able to decipher, the stars shone with a special mathematics never before understood, the earth was a possible dream. I sat down to observe my fears. And I found life, as the most fabulous of mysteries.

The books filled my spirit with fabulous anecdotes, I wanted to dream and live. Now, many years have passed since those events, and see more clearly, the other edges of this story and my own cosmos.

I did not hate the man who kidnapped me and gave me back anymore. I think maybe we created a connection of love and acceptance for the other. Maybe he discovered there, that although he tried to separate me from them, he could not really steal my love for them, or sever the connection that my soul has with each member of my beloved family. Maybe he connected telepathically to my abstract language, maybe he saw my heart that spoke to him lovingly, and then … he gave me life again.

I keep in touch with those feelings, I explore them, I revive them, I embrace them and I breathe, to then liberate them to the cosmos and learn.

I get up happy, and very grateful.

Living within this mystery, with all its edges, turbulence, textures and tonalities, it is an honor and a pleasure.

Thank you
With love, Ari

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Как я познакомилась с работами Карлоса Кастанеды.

How Carlos Castaneda Inspires You ContestАнастасия Ганич

Мне было 24 года, когда я рассталась с молодым человеком, поскольку его семья не приняла меня. Мне пришлось выслушать в свой адрес много неприятных и несправедливых слов. Это травмировало меня и я начала болеть. Моя мама отвела меня к молодой женщине, целительнице, чтобы она восстановила меня энергетически. Я стала посещать лечебные сеансы, и это совпало с моим длительным поиском энергетической практики, которой я хотела бы заниматься. Через короткое время я стала обучаться этой методике, добилась определенных результатов, начала помогать своим родным, а потом и другим людям.

За 5-6 лет до этого моя мама перенесла операцию и прошла курс лечения рака молочной железы. Она победила эту болезнь и теперь продолжала искать варианты поддержания своего здоровья. Племянник моего отчима был начинающим онкологом, и как-то в разговоре с моей мамой он рассказал ей об интересном авторе Карлосе Кастанеде и посоветовал ей почитать что-нибудь из его книг. Мама рассказала мне об этом и попросила купить для нее эти книги. Я поехала в единственный тогда в Москве магазин эзотерической литературы «Путь к себе» и купила все доступные на русском языке работы Карлоса Кастанеды, опубликованные издательством София. Это были три объемистых тома оранжевого цвета; они до сих пор сохранились в моей библиотеке. Мама прочла немного и оставила их стоять на полке у телевизора.

На одной из встреч с целительницей я спросила, знает ли она что-нибудь о Карлосе Кастанеде и его книгах. Она ответила, что читала его, но ей это не подошло. А я решила попробовать. Вскоре я взяла в руки первую книгу «Учение Дона Хуана» и не выпустила, пока ни прочла все. Это было непросто. Текст насыщенный и сложный, шрифт мелкий, что приходилось напрягать глаза, тома тяжелые. Но я носила их с собой, продолжая читать везде, при каждом удобном случае. Меня совершенно не смущало, что я не понимала концепций, которые излагались в книгах. Что-то в самом тексте, в его ритме цепко захватило мое внимание, и я не хотела останавливаться.

Прошло еще некоторое время и в один из дней я, опаздывая на работу и нервничая, ехала в метро и читала очередную книгу Карлоса Кастанеды. Я ничего не замечала вокруг себя и полностью погрузилась в текст. Мое чтение прервал молодой мужчина, который наклонился ко мне и сказал: «Девушка, а Вы разве не знаете, что сталкеры книг в метро не читают?» Я удивленно подняла глаза и, не запомнив его лица, упрямо ответила: «А я читаю», и продолжила чтение. Этот день и эта встреча оставила глубокий след в моей жизни. С того момента книги Кастанеды перестали быть для меня просто захватывающим чтением, они приобрели для меня эмоциональную глубину и на годы стали ключом к глубокой привязанности и любви. То, что тогда произошло, несомненно было маневром Духа, поскольку поймать меня можно было только через сильные эмоции и чувства.

Через полгода, в 2004 г., я посетила свой первый семинар по Тенсегрити, и учение Дона Хуана постепенно стало элементом моей духовной практики.

Следующим этапом моего знакомства с мудростью, изложенной в книгах Карлоса Кастанеды, стал 2011 год. Тогда я переживала сильное эмоциональное и физическое потрясение, мой мир рушился, а вместе с ним и я сама. В тот год в Москву приехали Аерин, Майлз и их малыш Аксел. Я попала на первый семинар Быть энергией в России. Участие в том семинаре спасло меня, и это не просто слова. Дальше последовало обучение по программам Модулей и глубокое погружение в практику Быть энергией. Для меня открылся и стал доступным следующий слой. Мягко и элегантно знания видящих Древней Мексики были введены и вплелись в мою повседневную жизнь. Это долгий и красивый путь, полный неожиданных открытий.

И вот, спустя 7 лет, в 2018 г., я снова стою на пороге. Знания и практики, открытые для нас Карлосом Кастанедой становятся частью моей профессиональной деятельности. Летом я буду соведущей семинара Быть энергией в Москве. Это невероятно, к чему может привести нас Путь с сердцем. Разве тогда, в 2003 г. могла ли я помыслить о нечто подобном?! Я смело войду в эту дверь и ухвачу этот шанс. Я ощущаю в себе вибрирующую силу и не позволю сомнениям и страхам помешать мне. Я верю в себя, ведь ‘я уже отдана силе, что правит моей судьбой’. Я чувствую глубокую благодарность за тот дар, что Карлос Кастанеда дал нам, пригласив через свои книги в удивительный мир настоящей жизни.

 

 

Всем привет! Меня зовут Андрей Петров, я живу в г. Москве, Россия.

В этом коротком рассказе хочу поделиться с вами историей о том, как я познакомился с книгами Карлоса Кастанеды.

Будучи совсем ребенком, я всегда искал нечто большее, что выходило за рамки окружающего меня мира.

Вначале, я буквально жил русскими сказками и их волшебными и всесильными персонажами. Став чуть постарше, я полюбил стиль фэнтези с его добрыми и злыми волшебниками, магическими превращениями и мистическими артефактами.

Затем на смену пришли книги о буддизме, йоге и даже религии. Несмотря на то, что многое из прочитанного отзывалось во мне и было близко, общая картинка “пути” все равно не складывалась. Возможно я был не готов к восприятию этих знаний, а может быть сказывалось изобилие непривычной и иносказательной терминологии, присутствующей в данных книгах. Некоторое время я также занимался боевыми искусствами, однако элементы агрессии, пристуствующие в них, пришлись мне не по душе.

И вот наконец, на 3-м курсе учебы в институте, двое близких друзей сделали мне подарок на день рождения. Им оказалась самая первая книга Карлоса Кастанеды “Учение Дона Хуана”. Этот момент совпал с периодом, когда мне нужно было сдавать летнюю сессию, о которой я моментально забыл. Несколько дней подряд я не выходил из дома, читая книгу с раннего утра и до поздней ночи, пока не осилил ее целиком.

С первых же страниц мне стало понятно, что описанные в книге истории, имеют для меня очень глубокий смысл. У меня возникло чувство, что наконец я встретил свой источник – все проянилось и встало на свои места.

Я был счастлив и трепетно взволнован знаниями, открывшимися в книге Кастанеды. Однако, в то время я не понимал, что это был только первый и, возможно, самый легкий шаг в долгом, а иногда и опасном, путешествии к знанию и силе.

Следом за “Учением Дона Хуана”, я прочитал все остальные книги Кастанеды и его соратников, собрав полную “коллекцию”, выпущенную издательством “София”. В то время, в конце 90-х годов прошлого века, за книжками приходилось буквально охотиться – искать на ярмарках и развалах, а также ждать выхода новых книг, которые еще не были изданы.

В настоящее время, я читаю книги уже не так часто как раньше. В основном обращаюсь к ним в те моменты, когда хочу найти ответы на нестандартные вопросы или решить неординарные ситуации. Интересное наблюдение, что открывая первую приглянувшуюся книгу в произвольном месте, у меня, как правило, получается найти то, что я ищу, по прочтении всего пары страниц, а часто и одного абзаца.

Также, по сравнению с первыми прочтениями, я стал замечать, насколько интенсивным по содержанию и смыслу является весь текст, написанный Кастанедой. Для открытого и обладающего определенным уровнем энергии читателя, буквально пары фраз достаточно для безповоротного изменения всей жизни.

Завершая свою историю, хочу выразить любовь, благодарность и глубокую признательность Карлосу Кастанеде за его книги – бесценный подарок, оставленный всем нам, а также переводчикам и редакторам, работавшими над первыми русскими изданиями.

В качестве одного из приоритетов своей жизни я выбрал дальнейшее передачу этих знаний заинтересованным людям, чтобы не позволить им затеряться в море бесконечной и легкодоступной цифровой информации.

Что мой учитель Карлос Кастанеда говорил мне о Смерти

 

Аерин Александер

Мои гавайские друзья Том и Сьюзан в прошлую субботу написали мне:

«Около 15 минут мы готовились умереть. Это было по-настоящему. И мы были спокойны. Что за дар. Жаль, что тебя не было здесь насладиться весельем».

Я улыбнулась и выдохнула. Я прибыла в Лос-Анджелес всего несколько дней назад после двух недель, проведенных на Гавайях с моими друзьями. У них все хорошо. И они не изображают сарказм. Они оба высокообразованные терапевты, вышедшие на пенсию и уехавшие жить на большой остров. Они чудесные, умные и смелые люди. Для них встреча со Смертью, которую они пережили, когда предупреждение о ракетной угрозе поступило на их телефоны, была даром.

 

Карлос Кастанеда говорил мне, что смерть повсюду: в лучах заката, в уходящем дне, в падении лепестка розы, в конце прочитанной страницы, в выдохе после вдоха. Переживание смерти приносит нам новые понимания, и глубокую благодарность за простой, но столь мощный акт — быть живым. Это то, что, согласно Кастанеде, дает воину преимущество.

Учение Кастанеды о смерти было одной из главных причин, по которым я бросила свою работу, парня, свою семью и жизнь в Буэнос-Айресе и переехала в Лос-Анджелес 23 года назад. Я прочитала его книги, будучи подростком, и получила возможность познакомиться и работать с ним. Его учитель, дон Хуан Матус, был индейцем яки из Соноры, Мексика, и возглавлял линию Видящих. Дон Хуан передал свое знание Кастанеде, а тот передал его мне.

На протяжении многих лет моего ученичества у Кастанеды он часто говорил о смерти: это было и напоминанием оставаться бдительной, и отправной точкой для добрых поступков, и источником сил, чтобы переключиться или стряхнуть с себя мелкие повседневные заботы.

Я частенько бывала поймана саморазрушительными мыслями и тревогами по поводу мелких забот повседневной жизни, например, мыслями о школьной газете или об успехах на работе, или о том, что другие думают обо мне, или о лишних 7 кг, которые я никак не могла сбросить.  Он замечал мое смятение и спрашивал меня:

«Учитывая, что самое худшее, что может случиться, неизбежно произойдет,-  ты однажды умрешь,- то действительно ли так важна твоя внутренняя суматоха? Честно, подумай об этом.»

И тогда присутствие смерти и тот факт, что я не знаю, где и когда умру, стряхивало с меня беспокойство о себе и придавало ясность, решимость и целеустремленность моим поступкам.

«Что мы в действительности имеем, кроме нашей жизни и смерти? Когда ты в нетерпении, говорил мне дон Хуан, обернись налево и спроси совета у своей смерти. Огромное количество мелочности отлетит прочь, если смерть подаст тебе знак или если краем глаза ты уловишь ее движение, или просто почувствуешь, что она здесь и наблюдает за тобой.»

 

Однажды, на одном из моих первых обедов с Кастанедой и его коллегами в ресторане в Санта-Монике, он спросил меня: «Как ты считаешь, о чем стоит думать?»

«О смерти», – сказала я. Я не пыталась угодить ему или увильнуть от ответа. У меня был опыт смерти как потери близких, как окончательный конец, который оставил меня с неразрешенной пустотой и печалью, мукой, страданием, от которых трудно освободиться. Я избегала размышлять или даже думать о смерти, и тем не менее, вот я была рядом с Кастанедой, в моем стремлении узнать больше о смерти.

Множество воспоминаний всплыло передо мной, когда он обратил все свое внимание на меня, желая узнать об этом больше.

 

Я поделилась с ним несколькими встречами со смертью, которые все еще присутствовали в моем теле. В первый раз, когда мне было восемь лет, я заболела ревматической лихорадкой. Я провела год, прикованная к постели с высокой температурой. Как-то раз у меня было то, что называется «внетелесный опыт», когда я увидела себя буквально отделенной от своего тела, над кроватью, глядя на себя в постели.

Второй опыт был, когда мне было 14 лет. Я нашла мертвые тела, плывущие по реке Ла-Плата в Буэнос-Айресе, во время военной диктатуры, которая пытала и убивала тысячи невинных людей.

Затем, когда мне было 17 лет, я собиралась уехать из города вместе со своими друзьями, чтобы провести выходные на пляже. Их машина была слишком маленькой для шестерых, и я не поместилась. Моя мать не позволила мне поехать с ними, и мне пришлось ехать с тетей и моей кузиной. На автостраде по дороге на пляж автомобиль моих друзей врезался в грузовик, и все пятеро погибли мгновенно.

Через пару лет после этого инцидента я упала на пол во время дискотеки, когда танцевала пьяной, и у меня начались судороги. Мое сердце буквально перестало биться на нескольких секунд, и я сильно поранила голову.

После этого инцидента мне потребовалось несколько лет, чтобы вернуться к своему телу. Я постепенно полностью изменила свою жизнь: начала питаться здоровой пищей, сменила работу, сменила друзей. Я начала интересоваться методиками исцеления, внутренним ростом и духовностью. Все это привело меня к встрече с Кастанедой в 1995 году.

 

«Смерть коснулась тебя, и тебе дали второй шанс», – сказал он мне в тот день в ресторане. «Наша встреча со смертью неизбежна; это произойдет. Вопрос для тебя, который является вопросом для всех нас, как ты пойдешь на эту встречу? Как ты собираешься использовать свое время?»

 

А НАСКОЛЬКО СМЕРТЬ УЖЕ КОСНУЛАСЬ ВАС?

 

 

The Magical Cocoon – How I Recovered my Relationship With My Daughter

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By Tom Reavley

One night I got into a taxi in Mexico City with my daughter and a friend.  We were taking my daughter to see a famous healer in the city.  There was a soft rain outside and the city lights were reflected in the wet streets.  The traffic was calm for Mexico City and we proceeded toward the Coyoacán neighborhood.  I was excited and, at the same time, nervous–this thing of going to see a healer, especially with my daughter, was unknown territory for me.  She was confiding in me but I really didn’t understand anything about what we were doing.  The only thing that sustained me was a sense of magic all around us, the feeling of being in a protective cocoon as we traveled to the appointment.

The story began three months earlier. My whole family thought that my mother was close to dying and we all traveled to her city on the west coast of the United States.  It was the first time I had seen my daughter in six months; she had just graduated from her university and was working far away from where I lived in Mexico.  The emotional link between us remained damaged after the divorce five years earlier.  

We would see each other and talk, but there was a barrier–we were not able to be really honest and present with each other like before.  Nevertheless, when I learned of her health problems and after my mother recovered, I decided to risk feeling foolish and proposed that she goes with me to see the healer in Mexico.  I was almost certain that she would reject the idea.

I probably never would have even mentioned the idea if some unusual things had not occurred pointing me in this direction.  One day I was eating with a group of people in San Luis Potosí.  A woman from Mexico City began to talk about the autobiography of Alejandro Jodorowsky.  I was fascinated by her comments and decided that I would like to read the book if I could find a copy.

 That same night I returned to my apartment in Guanajuato and the young man who shared the apartment and who knew nothing about my conversation earlier that day in San Luis, came into my bedroom and, without any preliminaries, offered to loan me that very book by Jodorowsky.  He had not even read it himself but thought that it might interest me.  I was amazed at the coincidence and read the entire book within a few days.  I enjoyed it immensely, especially the stories about Jodorowsky’s experiences with Doña Pachita, a very well-known healer or curandera in Mexico City.

 Years before, I had read about this same healer in the books of Carlos Castaneda.  Jodorowsky wrote that Pachita had died but that her son continued her healing practice in Paris. A week later I was talking with a close friend in Guanajuato about something else and she mentioned out of the blue that she had been treated by Pachita’s son, who wasn’t in Paris but in Mexico City.  She offered to accompany my daughter to see “El Hermano” (as the being who communicated through the healer was known). She also offered us lodging at her family’s home in Mexico City.

One week after proposing a visit to the healer to my daughter she called me and agreed.  The most surprising thing was that even her mother was also supportive.  I felt that things were arranging themselves and flowing so easily and naturally that the only way to proceed was just to accept it all and let go of my habit of trying to control everything.  

That night in the taxi, I was traveling in a dream–the world was new, almost unknown.  I was amazed at my daughter’s calmness and her courage and, I was so grateful to my friend for having facilitated everything.  She formed an emotional connection with my daughter immediately after meeting her and offered her unconditional maternal support.

The healer recommended that my daughter have a psychic “operation”. Afterwards she had to stay in bed for five days, without getting up except to go to the bathroom.  He prescribed a special diet and some herbal teas.  During those days I looked after my daughter with all my attention and care as if she were a newborn baby.  I made the teas, went to the local market to buy the necessary food and ingredients and I kept her company in her bedroom when she was not sleeping.

With time my daughter’s physical condition improved, but I believe what was even more important was what happened between us.  For the first time since my separation from her mother, we found again the confidence, honesty and love between us that had been lost.

After returning to her home, my daughter wrote to Lilia, our host in Mexico City.  She expressed her gratitude for Lilia’s help in recovering her father.  I also thanked Lilia and her lovely family for having helped me get my daughter back.  Even beyond my thanks to Lilia, her family and the curandero, my gratitude extended to and still touches something more abstract but so real: the energetic soul of this enchanting city, that sent me a messenger to San Luis Potosí and the perfect host for my daughter, and that wrapped us in a healing cocoon, a shared dream that I will never forget. 

 

Cuicuilco, Where I Reconnect to My Legacy

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By Aridana Vasquez

The Mexico Valley has movement and stillness at the same time.

What if when exploring the city, we suddenly find ourselves in this inert space between kaos and stillness? We could enter and leave the city’s labyrinth with a single blink, and thus find our own voice, purpose and legacy; accepting our duality as the flow of light and life that we are and of the stillness, darkness and death that we also are.

cuicuilcoIn the attempt to live my life with awareness, whenever I can, I take a break from work and I take a moment to sort out my thoughts.

I walk towards Cuicuilco, the Mesoamerican archaeological zone of the Preclassic period located in the south-east of the Valley of Mexico. Cuicuilco is translated as the place where songs and dances are made. This city existed long ago in apparent linear time, and at the same time it feels so alive and present. I feel it in full connection with our ancestral spirit. It has been a refuge of ideas, a silent refuge of calm seas. And it is in the middle of the city, near my work!

When arriving to Cuicuilco, I take a deep breath and a collection of old memories send me into that isolated space and stopped in time. I feel that Cuicuilco is calling me, and that it wants to share its secrets with me. I like to feel protected by its lava fields. The volcanic eruptions of Xitle buried and destroyed Cuicuilco. This disaster caused the dispersion of the Cuicuilca culture towards Toluca and Teotihuacán; its inhabitants had to be reborn and strengthened again.

cuicuilcoPerhaps it is the energy of all that space covered in lava, the thousands of vessels and bones that were trapped in the volcanic rock, in containment; Maybe those secrets are covered and trapped in those eruptions of the Xitle where the lava eternalized the moment. As when I’m here standing time is suspended and my thoughts get clear.

Cuicuilco opens up to my eyes like a vigorous core of restorative energy.

Its circular pyramid brings me the memory of the wind that flows without barriers and cleanses my dual being, awakens it.

I sit down with Ernesto Sábato’s book, “Sobre Heroes y Tumbas” and this sentence calls my attention:

“A mysterious event is proceeding in these moments: dusk.”

What would happen if we really saw the days go by, wrapped in mystery? …

What would our lives be like if we were surprised by the complexity of the night?

If we really put all our attention in a single terrestrial rotation, and at the end of the day we found other answers about our species or about our being?

What do I feel about seeing me here, at this moment, in this space of time? “

I have been asking myself these questions since I was very small: I always thought about the duality of life and death. When I felt fear, from one moment to another, the wind would come to calm my spirit … the wind of a night full of mystery.

In Cuicuilco, the wind flows and whistles a music for me inside, and sometimes meets the edges of my thoughts. Its circular pyramid feels flowing, embracing and reconstructing each idea, each thought until its liberation; the roundness of its main pyramid makes it possible.

This is how the song and dance of the place are received, without any obstacle; it just flows and takes flight to new perceptions. My daily worries fade and I dance in silence. My heart opens even more and an impetus to recognize me as part of this mystery that surrounds me.

The wind touches my cheek while reminding me “I’m here, I celebrate my time, my steps, my darkness and my own singing. I am the way where times converge.” My heart grows.

“I am life.”

Our Organs Have Their Own Consciousness And We Can Talk to Them

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My teacher Carlos Castaneda taught me this:

Our Organs Have Their Own Consciousness And We Can Talk to Them

This year marks the 20th anniversary of the departure of my dear teacher and guide Carlos Castaneda. I met him in the mid-nineties as a young doctor looking for a deeper meaning in my path as a healer to people.

My life brought me to him without looking for it.

Not long before, as a medical resident in Bariloche, Argentina, I had wanted to go in all the way into the medical knowledge. I come from a family of doctors and scientists, where hard work and dedication to the ethics of truth was a strong value.

our organs have their own consciousnessThanks to high grades, luck and daring, I managed to get into a unique and prestigious program where I was left as the front person in charge of the ER (Emergency Room) every four nights. It was an exciting and also daunting all-in immersion into hospital life that got me dealing with all kinds of medical issues and emergencies. I practically lived in the clinic, and assisted in trauma, strokes, heart attacks or child births.

I had the experience of dealing with life and death decisions, of seeing the mystery of the body healing miraculously and the humbling presence of death in my hands. Life was fast, and surprising. Yet, I missed the touch of a larger, more encompassing view.

In many occasions, the tools I had been given as a Western MD couldn’t help me; It could only take me so far and a more holistic view became a necessity.

One such day, during my night shift, a patient died on my watch.

He was staying overnight after a minor surgery and he developed an acute pulmonary edema that led to him to going into arrest. I moved him into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and tried to resuscitate him, but I couldn’t. It later turned out that a key heart medication the patient needed had not been logged into his chart and was never given to him. He shouldn’t have died. The event caused me to deeply re-evaluate the meaning of my profession and life in general. Medical school did not give me the container for these situations. I even considered to quit medicine.

I left Argentina back to USA, my country of birth. Then, there, serendipity and fate made me meet Carlos Castaneda and everything changed in my life.

When I first met him, he invited me to lunch, at a local Cuban restaurant called The Versailles which he frequented. I remember that, when he invited me, he had said he wanted to know more about me, but I barely opened my mouth during lunch. He was very animated the whole time, and made me laugh so hard with his storytelling that my belly muscles ached badly. He had such a mesmerizing and charming presence and it absorbed me completely.

At the end, as we were walking towards the car in the parking lot, he came close and almost in a whisper said that the reason we were there that day was because I could be a bridge between the shamanism he had learnt from his teacher, don Juan Matus, and the world of health and medicine.

At the time, I had no idea what this meant, but his message of a higher intelligence and energy at play in everyday life came to fill exactly the void I had found in my regular medical life. I was hooked.

A direct apprenticeship that meant being open to new ideas.

Over time, Carlos Castaneda became a mentor and guide. He said I could not run away from my destiny and encouraged me to return to medicine. But he gave me the larger container, he opened up what was to me a new paradigm at the time, one which today, decades later, has emerged in science and in our collective understanding: that there is no such distinction between the mind and the body;

rather, that we are a network of energy and information crisscrossing in all directions between the mind and the body. Peptides and other biochemicals carry the messages of our thoughts and our emotions everywhere, perception affects behavior and behavior changes the very physicality of our brain and body, memories from our life experiences are stored in the organs and in our fascia and,

more than a defined, isolated individual, we are more like a cooperative of many voices including a majority of foreign DNA from a microbiome which gives us fundamental aspects of our identity such as our very personality traits, as a pioneering study from the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) recently showed.

our organs have their own consciousnessEverything in us is changing and evolving, not isolated, but in deep resonance with our environment, such as the quality of the electro-magnetic field emitted by our hearts which can cause specific changes in the brains of the people around us.

We now know that it is a fact from research we can enter deep meditation states through practice and then these states can cause definitive changes in all our major regulatory mechanisms such as telomere length (a key biomarker for cell lifespan), inflammation cascades and cell repair. These and other behaviors can change the very expression of our genome through the epigenetic landscape that we now recognize as a highly fluid pluripotential environment in which our body lives.

What my teacher Carlos Castaneda introduced me to was this same viewpoint. It used different language but its syntax carried the same implications and conclusions. It enlarged the scope of possibilities of my human experience, and that of my patients. Modern science and ancient shamanistic principles and practices came together into a similar unit of life: Our internal body-mind world.

What it means ‘I can talk to my internal organs.’

One practice that Carlos Castaneda taught me was “talking to my organs.” The idea was simple: just as there is the overall me, there are also many smaller individual aspects of that me, represented in my tissues and organs themselves. In the dynamic world of information within my body, there is a distinct consciousness in each of my organs. Our organs store memories and also contain information. And they can talk to us. The big me can go in and establish a dialogue with the different organs and tissues.

In over twenty years of teaching workshops and clinical practice, I have found this to be very accurate and of highly practical value to understand ourselves and what our bodies are experiencing.

At times, I would see Castaneda ‘talking to his liver’, for example. He would talk to it in a very kind way, thanking it for all the work it took on. He would caress his ribs right where the liver is, and also pause and take a moment to ‘listen’ to it.

More than 500 vital functions have been identified in each liver cell, 24/7. It is the organ that organizes and distributes our internal nutrients and resources. In our busy modern lives, it tends to get overburdened. It stores ‘excess’ material, not only physiologically but also in our Consciousness.

our organs have their own consciousnessOur stressors are ‘stored’ in the liver.

When our liver gets overwhelmed, it also gets tight, and interferes with other neighbor organs, such as our stomach and intestines, or our sense of calm in our heart.

Our organs can tell us a lot of things. For instance, a patient who came to treatment for severe constipation, had received standard help from doctors such as increasing fiber and exercise, stool softeners and even antidepressants, with weak results. During the consult, using guided imagery, we established a conversation ‘between his higher self and his colon’, and his colon told him that the reason it was holding its movement was because he was feeling stuck at work. He had a long term dispute with his business partner that wasn’t being resolved.

The colon was storing that emotional and perceptual component of his inner life.

He realized then that he had been very rigid in his position about the dispute and needed to move on. The day after he signed the dissolution papers he had a bowel movement and within a month he had his regular rhythm restored.

Another fascinating example of how our organs store information and life experiences, even highly specific and detailed stuff, was reported by Paul Pearsall, Ph.D., in his book The Heart’s Code. I heard about this account by Ron Hulnik, Ph.D., one of the founders of the prestigious program in Spiritual Psychology at the University of Santa Monica, where I am so excited to be currently taking a Certification. Pearsall, a clinical neuropsychologist in the Transplant Donor Department at the University of Arizona, describes how organ recipients take in memories and personality traits from the donor. He tells the case of a girl who had received a heart transplant from another girl who had been murdered. She soon began to have dreams and flashbacks of being murdered herself that eventually became so vivid and detailed that her mother reported it and it led the police to identify the actual murderer and prove the case in court. The implication of such an unequivocal event makes it undeniable that the organs themselves, independently, are capable of storing a high level of specificity of information.

How do I talk to my organs?

There are two steps and one rule to do this. our organs have their own consciousness

The first step is doing something to quiet the mind chatter and be present. This can be one minute focusing on our breathing, or even just one breath!

The second step is to turn our attention to a particular organ with an attitude of inquiry and establish a dialogue.

The rule is that when we ask a question, we have to be direct, as if we were talking to someone right in front of us, and then pause and wait for the very first thing that comes to mind, without preconditions. It might be a thought, an image or a memory. It might be the feeling of something that could become clear at a later time.

The rule means that it is spontaneous information that formulates in our Consciousness in the pause immediately after we address the question to the organ.

Sometimes, there doesn’t need to even be a question; all that seems to be needed is to turn our attention to the organ with the intention to see it and listen to it.

The Practice.

For the next moment, close your eyes and let your attention shift from the outer world to the inner world. You can simply let your body release any tension that it doesn’t need, right now.

In one sweep from head down to toes, just scan across your whole body with your attention and let each muscle relax, let each joint soften, letting all the nerves just open, the circulation and the skin open. And let your body do this at its own pace.

Now, open your inner eyes and go with your attention to the organ you want to talk to, listen to, or just hold space for. Allow yourself to use your full imagination and live it inside of you.

Have you been having any issues with the health of this organ? Connect to these symptoms, and specifically to the emotions that these symptoms arise in you. Stay attuned to these emotions for a moment. Don’t judge them or try to change them, just be with them.

Now, begin to talk to the organ, as if it was a person you are talking to. A person that is also you, or an aspect of you. Hold an attitude of appreciation, companionship and support. This part of you has been suffering and you want to be there for it. Lovingly express to the organ your support at this time. Talk to the organ as if it was your own 5-year old kid.

Ask simple, direct questions such as:

“Why are you in pain?”

“How does this relate to my life right now?”

“How can I help for you to feel better?”

“Is there anything I can do for you to stop this symptom?”

our organs have their own consciousnessRemember, don’t prejudge or discard whatever arises when you ask. Spend a moment or as long as you feel is right in this dialogue, or simply sit in the presence of the organ, holding your Consciousness there. 

When you are ready, say thank you to your organ for being available to you. Ask permission to further dialogue in the future. Come out at your own pace and immediately take count of the experience and of any information that came from it.

I highly recommended to write down this information.

That’s it.

Simplicity itself!

What I Learned in my Encounter With La Venerable , leader of the Mayan Solar Tradition

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Dear Community,

A couple of weeks ago I was invited to teach Being Energy® movements at a special event guided by Nah Kin, la venerable abuela, in Merida Yucatan. Nah Kin, La Venerable, is the leader of the Mayan Solar Tradition and for the last 10 years she has been fully dedicated to downloading the Codes of the Maya New Era. Trained by her own grandmother in the Mayan knowledge and arts, La Venerable is the real thing.  I felt it. It felt like a calling. Meeting her was something that I had been, without knowing it, waiting on for several years: a connection to the knowledge of the Mayan Solar Tradition.

I arrived to Cancun in the early afternoon on Monday and took a bus for 4 hours, arriving  in Merida just before midnight. I was delighted to share this trip with Ariadna, my chaperone who joined me in the adventure. The next day we were both ready early and arrived at “Casa Del Sol” with enthusiasm and purpose.

La Maestra Loly received us with warmth affection and La Venerable Nah Kin made us feel at home. The event was focused on women, to recall the divine feminine essence byNah Kin connecting to our wombs and to the energy of the Sun, as a source of energy and as a source of consciousness. Oh what a delight!

There were many guided visualizations and meditations involving the image of the Golden Egg as a source of creation and the image of the Golden dragon as a source of connection with the divine. We prayed to the Virgin of Guadalupe in her day, with candles and burning copal. We sang songs guided by La Maestra Chantal, daughter of Nah Kin. Nah Kin

The praying invoking Kinich Ahau the God Sun, the chanting, the spraying of a special balsam to clean my aura, the wearing of a yellow band on my forehead, and a red sash on my waist, all created an atmosphere of heightened awareness and purpose. I felt so connected to the knowledge and the rituals, as if I had been always there. It was my home, it was my people.  I felt so thankful.

La Venerable shared so much interesting information and knowledge, including  updating the ideas and beliefs our culture holds about menopause and its not-so-cool symptoms. La Venerable taught us all that this period is the moment where women become the butterfly that can really fly: it is a period for rebirth, for auto-generation. It is the precious moment to be free and to follow the inner calling for growth and for evolution.  La Venerable also talked about the Mayan Calendar and how December 21, 2012 marked the end of a longer period and the beginning of a new one and that 52 years after, by 2064 there is going to be a period of rebirth for humanity.

Nah KinLa Venerable shared an incredible amount of information. But, the most important for me was how she did it: with authenticity, honesty, vulnerability and deep love. Nah Kin

It was a true delight to guide all participants through sequences of energy passes including the Gathering Energy form and The Plumed Serpent: Kukulcan.  I am grateful for having lived through this unique experience.

All in all, I realized that much of what La Venerable teaches and what we teach in Being Energy® overlaps! Now, we are closely connected to her and all of the wonderful people that work with her.  We are looking forward to creating an event together soon!

Dreaming Forward,

Aerin