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Part one of two-part conversation with Kurt H, on sorcery & sailing, Castaneda vocabulary, internal & external perception, Toltec lineage entrainment, molecular vision, language & landscape, Castaneda & the Second Matrix, internal architecture, replicas of ego, a fantastic narrative, esoterica & the disembodied intellect, breathing underwater, an eagle’s awareness, 1st & 2nd attentions, balance points between waking & sleeping, ligament level awareness, the dead-end of dreaming, enhancing abilities, ancestral trauma, being part of a complex system, the life of a masseur, suppressing sciatica, a protective sheen of trauma, the ancestral body, a charismatic alter, an intellectually-gorged tic of ego, experience without understanding, surrender as antithesis of sorcery, becoming better at archery, the physicality of things, avoiding enslaving activities, everyday evil, seeking extrication from a web of destruction.
Songs: “The Kommema and his Religion” by SunWalker; “Number Twenty-Nine” by The UpsideDown; “Train Song” by Federale.
The podcast that keeps on giving. Graphics, music, thought and language entertain the ordinary becoming extraordinary and the extraordinary becoming ordinary. Seemingly, one voice touching a myriad of minds, or, more and once heard hides behind an orchestra of telepathic fugues for fear of spoiling insight through its very illustration. Amazing.
What link is there, if any, between Miguel Serrano and Carlos Castaneda? The Black Dog of Castaneda a link to British Occultism and its swerve to the left-hand path, still extant. The meeting at the bus stop as human a hint as Castaneda could manage for us to remember the ordinariness of understanding and its consequences. Big shock to many when the story line became more like evidence of automatic writing fused with the old batteries of Spiritualism. The latter, spluttering the sound of magical power enabling us all to dance to the song of knowing but without noticing the pervading sense of being psychically siphoned.
Ancestral yearnings can’t be far away whilst one can expand consciousness. Do they want to be disturbed, often not. Do they love us as we might love them? Do we know more than they did? We certainly know more intellectually but as Jasun observes the intellect is a trap because it filters to a point of captivity of the soul or heart or whatever it is we are when we are not. Illness and bodily suffering have to be a warning that we are treading on our own graves and mistaking the latter for survival. Eventually, we have to release the tension that past trauma demands of us. But released in such a way that we do not forget. We have the gifts to do this and also to release time from dying on us. Such secrets are our will to live deciphered and decoded by justice incarnating as wisdom in an imagined space free of harm. Going home, finding peace, journey’s end.
As we pan for gold it is the purity and swiftness of water that reminds us of what really matters. Cleansing ourselves of all that we know underneath badness before the light turns to dark.
This may not be the place to ask this but i’m not sure where else to do so. Has anybody else who downloads the podcasts episode through iTunes not been able to complete the downloads there? The last few episodes have been able to start the download but always had an error and not completed. Just wondering if it’s a problem on my end or with the podcast itself, as no other podcasts that update there have the issue.
Thanks. I will run it by my tech guy. Anyone else having this problem?
Yes–it looks like iTunes neglected to download episodes 85 and 85.5 for me (skipping straight to 86) and I had to make several manual attempts to complete the 84 and 84.5 downloads. Thank you for all things Auticulture, Jasun.
Systems and methods and models…I agree they are always built to fail, and always divorcing oneself from presence into intellect. They are abstractions, a hall of mirrors. After trying to find some foundational belief system that could provide a feeling of grounding I so desperately needed, I realized this method was a hall of mirrors that would lead to nowhere solid. No sooner had I accepted some system as True that my reasoning would begin to Doubt, and I would easily find some rhetoric convincingly arguing for the opposite stance. Thus in perpetual limbo and the gnashing of teeth.
My solution was to surrender the intellect, not to destroy it or amputate it but to relegate it to the second position. Our society is functionally mis-stacked, with intellect on top. We are all raised this way, when really the intellect should be the tool of Spirit or essence. As should the ego. This way I am convinced the only true happiness lies. Ego/intellect on top is the essence of fragmentation from the Whole in which we are embedded.
To me instead of intellectual truth I rest on poetical truth, which is more natural to me as by constitution my natural state is aesthetic. To rest easy on the difference between the known, the unknown, and the unknowable.
Chesterton:
Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.
thanks for this, very nicely expressed; & much as I hate to quote figures of cultural influence, that Chesterton one is a beaut.