Our Predator? “Our Parasite” might be a better characterization . . .
In the great epic poems, including Homer and Virgil’s works, where the gods are routinely described as swooping over the savory smoke of sacrifice to lick up the scintillating effluvia, i.e. the food of the gods.
Don Juan, the Mexican Yaqui Indian shaman, tells Carlos Castaneda the following:
“We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don’t do so… I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!
“This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico … They (i.e., our predators) took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.”
“No, no, no, no,” [Carlos replies] “This is absurd don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply can’t be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone.”
“Why not?” don Juan asked calmly. “Why not? Because it infuriates you? … You haven’t heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routine, and egomaniacal.”
“‘But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. “‘Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?”
“‘No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!” don Juan said, smiling. “They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver
stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.” [“Let US make man in OUR own image,” Genesis 1:26.]
“I know that even though you have never suffered hunger… you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuvre is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.”
“The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when [the predator] made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then, everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat.”
“There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.”
For thousands of years, humanity has been increasingly mind-possessed, failing to recognize the possessing entity as ‘not-self’. – Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth.
About Carlos Castaneda (Source)
- One of the best and most comprehensive articles about Castaneda is a 2007 article by Salon, written nearly ten years after his death.
- A fairly good (albeit somewhat “Hollywood-ized”) BBC video about him resides on YouTube.
- A really good long-read biography: The Teachings of Don Carlos
Instead of writing about the man (Castaneda), I think it’s best to eventually lead one’s attention away from this man, and rather focus (unfocus?) on what he was trying to have people understand as the ultimate endeavor: freedom.
The following is a related passage, providing additional insights:
Don Juan said, “This is the appropriate time of day for doing what I am asking you to do. It takes a moment to engage the necessary attention to do it. Don’t stop until you catch that fleeting black shadow.”
I did see some strange fleeting black shadow projected on the foliage of the trees. It was either a shadow going back and forth or various fleeting shadows moving side-to-side or straight up in the air. They looked lie fat black fish to me, enormous fish. It was as if gigantic swordfish were flying in the air. I was engrossed in the sight. Then, finally, it scared me. It became to dark to see the foliage, yet I could still see the fleeting black shadows.
“What is it, don Juan?” I asked.
“[Long ago, the native sorcerer/shamans of Mexico] discovered that we have a companion for life,” he said, as clearly as he could. “We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos, and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile; helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don’t do so.”
It was very dark around us, and that seemed to curtail any expression on my part. If it had been daylight, I would have laughed my head off. In the dark, I felt quite inhibited.
“It’s pitch black around us,” don Juan said, “but if you look out of the corner of your eye, you will still see fleeting shadows jumping all around you.”
He was right. I could still see them. Their movement made me dizzy. Don Juan turned on the light, and that seemed to dissipate everything. Don Juan said, “You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico.”
Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you’re describing, don Juan?” I asked. “There must be a logical explanation.”
“There is an explanation,” don Juan replied, “which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.”
I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part. I heard myself saying, “No, no, no, no. This is absurd, don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply can’t be true, for sorcerers, or for average men, or for anyone.”
“Why not?” don Juan asked calmly. “Why not? Because it infuriates you?”
“Yes, it infuriates me,” I retorted. “Those claims are monstrous!”
“Well,” he said, “you haven’t heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. “I’m going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I’m going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts; and you cannot get up and leave because you’re caught. Not because I’m holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!”
There was something in me which I felt was a ‘glutton for punishment’. He was right. I wouldn’t have left the house for the world; and yet I didn’t like one bit the inanities he was spouting. Don Juan said, “I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer, and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs; or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs; our ideas of good and evil; our social mores. The predators are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations, and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.”
“But how can they do this, don Juan?” I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. “Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?”
“No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!” don Juan said, smiling. “They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. “In order to keep us obedient, meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver- stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind which becomes our mind. The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, and filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
“I know that even though you have never suffered hunger,” he went on, “you have food anxiety which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered, and its food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which after all is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. The predators ensure in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.”
“It’s not that I can’t accept all this at face value, don Juan,” I said. “I could, but there’s something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand. “If it’s true that they eat us, how do they do it?”
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns. There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment’s pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, “But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don’t do anything about it?”
“There’s nothing that you and I can do about it,” don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. “All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us.
“How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They’ll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you… and not so much because they don’t believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators’ existence.”
My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously?
Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever. I felt another wave of a threatening sensation. The wave didn’t stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without looking at me anymore.
“Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point,” he said, “do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see.” He got up to turn off the lights. I stopped him. “No, no, don Juan,” I said, “don’t turn off the lights. I’m doing okay.”
What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew something viscerally, but I wouldn’t dare touch it, or bring it to the surface, not in a million years!
“You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees,” don Juan said, sitting back against his chair. “That’s pretty good. I’d like you to see them inside this room. You’re not seeing anything. You’re just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that.”
I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned on the lights.
“What a temperamental fellow!” he said. “A total disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you’re going to swell up like a big toad and burst.”
Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. “The sorcerers of ancient Mexico,” he said, “saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground.
“The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man.”
I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn’t there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favorite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.
“What are you saying, don Juan?” I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe.
“What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.”
Don Juan’s words were eliciting a strange, bodily reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The maneuver calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.
“This predator,” don Juan said, “which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it’s so horrific that we don’t want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don’t mean harsh routines. I don’t mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you’re blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe.”
“In what way would the sorcerers’ discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?” I asked.
Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said,”Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don’t have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task. If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing.
“Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.
Saturn was one of the Titans who ruled the Earth.
“The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers’ mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind’s foreign origin. The [alien mind control of these creatures] comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers’ mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.
“That’s the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There’s no one to tell you what to do. There’s no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you’re accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer’s life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation.”
I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamored for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, “What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers’ mind?”
“Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end,” he replied. “So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation.”
I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, “Don Juan, don Juan, you’re incorrigible!”
Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, “I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers’ mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate.”
He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, “The flyers’ mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers’ mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together.”
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. “You are fearing the wrath of God, aren’t you?” he said. “Rest assured, that’s not your fear. It’s the flyers’ fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I’m telling you.”
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
“Don’t worry,” don Juan said calmly. “I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer’s mind has no concentration whatsoever.”
After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair.
“I don’t know which way to turn, don Juan,” I said.
“Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost.” Don Juan said, “You’re being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities.
“And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might. The sorcerers’ revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story.”
Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. “We have been sitting here for hours. It’s time to go into the house. I’m going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?”
I declined. My stomach was in an uproar.
“I think you’d better go to sleep,” he said. “The blitz has devastated you.”
I didn’t need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.
[When I arrived] home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn’t have the self as its focal point.
My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn’t find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan’s line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable. The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves.
The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before. I attributed my reaction to don Juan’s influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.
The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn’t find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.
The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, “I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can’t. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators.”
“Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see,” don Juan said with a smile. I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.
“The flyers’ mind has not left you,” don Juan said. “It has been seriously injured. It’s trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers’ mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.
“You see, the flyers’ mind has no competitors. When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you’ve done something of worth. The flyers’ mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, ‘Yes, of course, it is nonsense,’ you will say. That’s the way they overcome us.
“The flyers are an essential part of the universe, and they must be taken as what they really are; awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe,” he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, “and it’s because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.
“The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue.”
In the great epic poems, including Homer and Virgil’s works, the gods are routinely described as swooping over the savory smoke of sacrifice to lick up the scintillating effluvia, i.e. the food of the gods . . .
- “The gods did smell the savour, the gods did smell the savour sweet, the gods gathered like flies around the man making sacrifice.” – The Epic of Gilgamesh
“These Elementals live in the soul-realm of man as long as he lives, and grow strong and fat, for they live on his life-principle, and are fed by the substance of his thoughts.” – Franz Hartmann, M.D., Magic: White and Black
- “They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.” – Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity
- “They are attracted to emotions. Animal fear is what attracts them the most; it releases the kind of energy that suits them.” – Carlos Castaneda, The Fire from Within
- “Your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.” – St Peter 1 Peter 5:8
- In Mesopotamian demonology, Lilin were hostile night spirits that attack men.
- “They were interested in emotion… They feasted as they made love to me.” – Rick Strassman, M.D., quoting DMT volunteer speaking of insect-like, reptilian creatures in DMT – The Spirit Molecule
Shocking as it may seem, humans may NOT be at the top of the food chain.
They (i.e., our predators) are attracted to emotions. Animal fear is what attracts them the most; it releases the kind of energy that suits them. – Carlos Castaneda, The Fire from Within
I have seen these entities come forward in people when they get angry, or feel jealous, afraid, or any number of emotions. We often think of them as feeding and think of them as parasites. What I have seen, though, is that these things are there because of something not yet healed in the individual. (Source)
We find blood ritual, including human sacrifice, in:
The Druidic tradition
Among the Indians of the Americas
In Greece, Rome, Africa, China, Arabia, Germany, Phoenicia, Egypt.
Even the Old Testament (Judges 11:31-40) has a little-advertised story of human sacrifice, with the Israelite judge Jephthah ritually slaughtering his own daughter to fulfill a vow he made to Jehovah.
Robert Monroe, in his online book “Far Journeys,” writes of contact he had with a light being in an out-of-body experience. (Monroe is arguably the world’s foremost researcher on OBEs; he started an institute with trainee/researchers to scientifically investigate the phenomenon.)
- Reportedly the light being told Monroe that when humans die, their energy is released and harvested by trans-dimensional beings, who use it to extend their own life spans.
- The claim is that we live in a garden created by ‘these beings’ (i.e., our predators) as their food source. According to Monroe’s story, animals are intentionally positioned on this planet to feed on plants and on each other, thereby releasing the life force of their victims so it can be harvested. He calls the released energy “loosh.”
- In a predator-prey struggle, exceptional energy is produced in the combatants. According to Monroe, the cosmic “energy farmers,” intentionally equipped animals with devices like fangs, claws and super-speed in order to prolong predator-prey combat and thereby produce more loosh. The spilling of blood in a fight-to-the-death conflict releases this intense energy (I.e., “loosh“). Loosh is also harvested from the loneliness of animals and humans, as well as from the emotions engendered when a parent is forced to defend the life of its young.
Our Predators – in Washington DC?
Close-up of the cannibal oil painting in John Podesta’s campaign office, titled, “We’re bringing an old friend over for dinner.” John Podesta talks about the picture “It’s better to be the guy with the fork, than the guy on the table.”
Relax! It’s just an artistic portrayal of feeding on humans from the art collection displayed on the walls of one of the most powerful men in Washington DC.
In fact, the very paragon of truth, The Washington Post, reassures us that it’s really just art and that, “No, John Podesta didn’t drink bodily fluids at a secret Satanist dinner” (pictured below)–although according to WikiLeaks emails, he was invited, and was sorry he couldn’t attend, but he was busy with other matters that night. Remember it’s art, NOT a satanic ritual. You like art, don’t you?
Relax! It’s just “simulated” feeding on humans.
Remember it’s art, NOT a satanic ritual.
When you are stressed, your body releases a flood of adrenaline, cortisone, and other stress hormones that induce physiologic changes. (Source)
In other words, the greater the fear, pain and suffering, the more loosh energy is spewed from our bodies, and the tastier the energy meal for our parasite/predator. (Source)
Loosh farming anyone?
Be afraid, very afraid.
Think how many times our
predators leaders have said that, “the world changed forever on 9/11”. It’s become their “go to” excuse for:
- expanding Government (creation of the DHS)
- passing draconian legislation (The Patriot Act)
- attacking innocent, sovereign and foreign nations (Iraq, Afghanistan, etc.)
- squelching key aspects of the Bill of Rights
- concocting an entirely new faceless, enemy-less and endless war – the Fake War on Terror.
What a tremendous explosion for loosh farming!
Mythological Parasitic Entities
Sitting on top of the world. . . supposedly.
An incubus is a mythological Lilin–demon (i.e., a dis-incarnate spirit entity) in male form who, according to legendary traditions, preys upon women at night in order to engage in sexual activity with them. Its female counterpart is called a succubus.
In the global best-seller, Fifty Shades of Grey, a woman giving her consent to her own enslavement and abuse, complete with bondage and a written contract, is portrayed as being fulfilling, glamorous, and sexy.
An energy vampire is a being from folklore who subsists by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of the living. Cultures such as the Mesopotamians, Hebrews, Ancient Greeks, and Romans had tales of demons and spirits which are revenants of evil beings, suicide victims, or witches, but they can also be created by a malevolent spirit possessing a corpse or by being bitten by a vampire.
According to Cameron Day, these parasitic beings (i.e., what Cameron Day calls, “ankle-biters“) basically feed off of our fear through various control systems, such as religion, government, the main stream media and money.
Ankle-biters are entities who have chosen to experiment with the illusions of separation, fear, darkness, isolation, conquering, enslavement, pain, suffering, torture, etc. to the strongest degree possible. In doing so, they have completely cut themselves off from the nourishing Light of Being (i.e., Spirit Source) that supports life in the universe. The result is that they must energetically nourish themselves by feeding on low-frequency energies that resonate with their chosen mode of expression. (Source)
Like flies attracted to dung, parasitic entities are attracted to humans giving off highly charged negative emotions. (See also, Bashar on Positive and Negative Energy.)
Just sculpture, artistic work.
Over time, the ankle biters built an energy-feeding structure surrounding the entire planet which allows them to automatically gather human-generated low-frequency energy and to send fearful or other low-frequency messages into human consciousness to keep people generating energetic food for the ankle biters.
The ankle-biters essentially reprogrammed (bred?) humans to be like them: fearful, jealous, petty, dishonest, brutal, enslaving, murderous, unforgiving, punishing, etc. Or, as Don Juan told Carlos Castaneda, “they gave us their minds.”
This insured for thousands and thousands of years that humans would generate lots of negative emotions (i.e., “loosh“) for them to feed upon as an energetic food source. Layers of programming have been in place in the human thought system ever since, perpetuating the discordant misadventures that we know as human history. (See also: Quarantine – Mankind Held Hostage)
So, what can we do about this situation?
Make yourself invisible to energy parasites . . .
Although flies may be swarm to feed on rotting fecal matter; clean it up and they don’t hang around. In a similar manner, unprocessed emotions stored in the body, give off an energy which attracts parasites which need such energy as sustenance. Process your emotions and energy parasites lose interest. Furthermore, according to the ho’oponopono healers, as we heal ourselves we also may heal others–by working on ourselves, we can transform those around us.
If you feel as though there is an outside influence acting on you, the simplest way to know more is to observe what it does. If it’s an entity that feeds on anger, then you know exactly where your wound is. If it’s an entity feeding on your sexual energy, then you have a clear view into your own unhealed state. Clean that up, heal it, and the entity falls away. There is simply no vibration to hold onto by the entity. The entity cannot see or detect you because the vibration that was the same in the entity is gone. [Parasites lose interest in you when you heal, reduce or eliminate your negative emotions.] (Source)
Whenever we encounter something that causes us to resist feeling it, perhaps something painful, it becomes a trauma stored in the body, which may then attract to us more of the same. Heal it (i.e., process your traumas stored in the body) and you no longer attract “more of the same.”
Processing emotion means to feel your feelings without resisting the feelings; it also means to “let go of resentment” (i.e., forgive), and to “move on.” Here’s some ideas for how to process your emotions and heal traumas stored in the body: here, here and here.
Keep yourself invisible to energy parasites . . .
Would-be controllers and seeming hot shots we see in the news with their suits, uniforms and even religious or otherwise regalia are fundamentally impotent. If you look honestly they’re sick psychos in human form. They’re ugly, sickly, shallow and weak. The power of this so-called enemy attempting to oppress us is ultimately of our complacent making. They’re only power is that which we empower them with. Without us they’re nothing. (Source)
Turn toward the light and all the shadows fall behind you.
Use your negative emotions when they arise as the tools that they truly are. Train yourself to notice when negativity arises in you. When you catch yourself projecting a negative thought, remember that all thought is creative, and ask yourself if that is really what you want to create. It takes a while to become proficient, but do not give up. . . . The world is your mirror. It casts back at you the reflection of that which you have projected into it. . . . When you can see the divine spark of the Infinite Creator within yourself and within even those who would mean you harm, the strong grip of the illusion will begin to lose its power over you. (Source)
First, our parasite/predator prefers when we consent to being exploited–perhaps because they don’t want to incur negative karma from imposing their will on us, or perhaps because we’re easier to manage when we agree to their system. Unfortunately, we’re surrounded by lies, deceptions and propaganda. Psychopaths, plutocrats, and supposed leaders try to frighten us into consenting to their schemes; media ceaselessly tries to distort our perception in order to manipulate us. Hence, it’s important that we do NOT carelessly agree to be exploited–nor be party to the exploitation of others, nor use ourselves or anyone else as a means only. Diligent discernment is the key.
Second, we have to clean up our mess and keep it clean. We don’t want to carelessly attract the loosh parasites. According to Don Juan, we need to “Discipline ourselves to the point where they (i.e., the predators) will not touch us, by NOT allowing ourselves to be immersed in destructive emotions.” To the extent possible, we need to stop pumping out negativity and/or energies harvested by the kinds of beings that feed on fear, pain, and suffering. The idea is to counter anger, lust, vanity, envy, sloth, covetousness, gluttony–with a steady focus on faith, hope, charity (love), justice, prudence, fortitude, and temperance. [Cameron Day suggests a Self-Clearing System (also here).]
Third, reclaim our authority and sovereignty to responsibly allocate your energy to what you know is right–and to opt out of what you know is wrong. For example, try saying “Yes, Yes, Yes” to welcome, energize, and “be” the change you want to see. Don Juan advised Carlos Castaneda that, “The flyers’ mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers’ mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together”–hold onto your authority and sovereignty. Or, as Bashar says, use your free will to “align with who you really are.”
Fourth, explicitly give notice that you withdraw your consent to being exploited, or being party to exploiting others. Repeat as often as needed. Cameron Day writes, “The INSTANT we declare ‘I am Sovereign and NO being has ANY right to take my energy from me’ the game changes radically.” Don Juan advised Carlos Castaneda that, “The sorcerers’ revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate.”
Fifth, be careful what you buy into (i.e., consent to). Resist anyone’s tempting offers to “take care of you,” (or offer you “protection,” or “fulfillment,” or “guilty pleasures”)–if you’ll just give them your support, freedom or sovereignty (i.e., your soul); or if you’ll join them exploiting others in their master-slave mafia of exploitation. It’s all about ‘engineering the consent of people‘ in order to ‘control and regiment [them] without their knowing about it.’ It’s a trick. Don’t consent. Don’t fall for it. [See also Erich Fromm, “Escape From Freedom.“]
Finally, after removing your consent to coercion & exploitation, and after doing what you can to minimize further contact or conflict with exploiters, seek closure (forgive, make amends, learn the lessons, clean up the mess, etc.), and then just relax and shift . . . and move on. Life goes on. Adventure awaits.
“Forgive ’em all and let God sort it out.” – Prof77
“The dogs bark, the caravan moves on” – Sufi Proverb.
Keep away from all forms of mind control because none of these sources have your best interests at heart. Turn off the television, reduce time spent on cell phones, limit time on the computer including Facebook (especially Facebook games). Spend more time grounding in nature and connecting with Mother Earth.
Do not continue to live like robots. Many people have felt the itch to change something in their lives and as they made these changes they have changed future timelines. That urge to change has already changed many timelines for the better and has caused a great concern to the minions as things are not panning out as the expected. As long as you are not hurting anyone else, be as creative as you can in changing things around. (Source)
“Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.” – Seneca The Younger
Mihály Zichy: The Triumph of the Genius of Destruction; 1878
The sense of an ever-present and pervasive evil force is a very common meme in religious literature.
Christ himself referred to the Devil as the Prince or “ruler of the world,” and his injunction in the Lord’s Prayer “Libera nos a Malo”—sometimes translated as “Deliver us from the Evil One”—would make no sense at all if we were NOT in need of deliverance.
We are constantly being advised to practice eternal vigilance. (There’s even a “how to” manual for Christians: Practicing the Presence.) Several religions give similar advice:
- “Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation,” Christ advises; “Pray without ceasing,” St Paul chimes in; and “Be sober, be vigilant” St Peter adds, “because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.”
- Gautama Buddha recommends constant “mindfulness,” that is, being ever on the alert.
- Qur’an (114) warns us against the wiles of the Whisperer (Satan) and the ever-present jinn or demonic entities of the Islamic universe who can be seen as the lurkers in the shadows of life.
Through loving one’s creator, one becomes increasingly more and more like one’s creator and is the inheritor thereof of all that the creator is and has and the totality of the fulfilled promise of all that is possible in the presence of the divine experienced within. These words are true; “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” We grow to become like that which we love. (Source)
Resurrection, or Satan being let out of his prison?
Resurrection, by Pericle Fazzini (sculpture in Vatican Audience Hall)
“The sorcerers of ancient Mexico saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air.” – Don Juan
Four hunks and a pope:
What’s up with religion and war?
Benjamin Rush not only signed the Declaration of Independence but also proposed that these words be hung over the door of the U.S. Department of War:
“1. An office for butchering the human species.
“2. A Widow and Orphan making office.
“3. A broken bone making office.
“4. A Wooden leg making office.
“5. An office for creating public and private vices.
“6. An office for creating a public debt.
“7. An office for creating speculators, stock Jobbers, and Bankrupts.
“8. An office for creating famine.
“9. An office for creating pestilential diseases.
“10. An office for creating poverty, and the destruction of liberty, and national happiness.”
Yet . . .
The U.S. has been engaged in one war or another for some 222 years of its 239 year existence, which is 93% of the time since 1776; there were only 21 calendar years in which the U.S. was at peace. (Source)
Hillary Clinton, in her 2016 presidential bid, received more money from the arms and weapons industry than any other candidate in history. (Source)
The US used to make bullets to fight wars. Now they make wars to sell bullets. And planes, and tanks, and missiles, and post-war rebuilding, and so on. It’s a controlled cycle that is profitable for 1/4 of the US economy, and especially for Hillary’s backers, the Military-Industrial Complex.
Lady Gaga really did dress as a Nazi when she headlined at a Hillary Clinton rally, Raleigh, North Carolina on 11/07/2016.
Relax! It probably was just some random, meaningless art.
- Hillary Clinton received more money from the arms and weapons industry than any other candidate in history.
- In a 2016 Hillary Clinton made it clear that, if elected, she’d drag the country straight to war.
- Clinton’s State Dept. Approved $165 Billion in Arms Sales to Countries
- Clinton’s State Department approved U.S. weapons shipment to Libya despite ban
- NY Times, which strongly supported Hillary Clinton, Portrayed Her as an Unrepentant Warmonger; even politically liberal Huffington Post wrote: Hillary Clinton Is the Candidate of the War Machine.
War generates lots of fear, pain and suffering . . . in other words, lots of loosh.
According to Smedley Butler was a United States Marine Corps Major General, and the most decorated Marine in U.S. history: “War is a racket. It always has been. Only a small ‘inside’ group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.” (Source)
For a war to be a holy war, religion has to be the driving force. – BBC Ethics Guide.
“More wars have been waged, more people killed, and more evil perpetrated in the name of ‘God’ and religion, than by any other institutional force in human history. The sad truth continues in our present day.”- Charles Kimball, Harvard Professor
. . . and Jesus said, “But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me.” Luke 19:27 (KJV)
Kill ’em in front of me. So sayeth the Lord . . . but, hey, relax, it’s just a parable.
Some people ask if Jesus said this because a committee, the First Council of Nicea, which met 234 years after Jesus lived, decided what to include in the bible–including this verse.
“Kill, kill, kill for peace.” – The Fugs
We are “human energy.” How ironic…
Chevron’s motto has nothing at all to do with caring for people, and everything to do with controlling people and harvesting energy from the human farm, looking at people as nothing more than batteries that create energy (ever wonder why corporations call it “human resources”?).
Here’s how it works:
Extra Credit – Max Spiers:
This disorganized 2016 lecture by Max Spiers describes his experiences of multidimensional realms interwoven with this reality, where the inter-dimensional beings exist and are parasitic negative beings that use us as an energy source. His words echo Don Juan’s description of “our predator” and although he says he was under great pressure to NOT give this lecture, he did anyway, and died a few days later, some say he was killed, possibly poisoned. Apparently, someone didn’t want him to talk. RIP.
Withdrawing Consent in a Disciplined Manner
During the process of revelation regarding our predator to Carlos Castaneda, don Juan said:
If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.
The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course. (Source)
“A healthy mind is a castle that cannot be invaded without the will of its master; but if they (Larvae) are allowed to enter, they excite the passions of men and women, they create cravings in them, they produce bad thoughts which act injuriously on the brain; they sharpen the animal intellect and suffocate the moral sense.” – Paracelsus, De Ente Spirituali
“You’re being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that if you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities.” “And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might. The sorcerers’ revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate.” “Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story.”
It is as simple as WITHDRAWING ones CONSENT in order to render the agreement null and void, and release the bonds created by the (unintentional) agreement.
Two of the required elements of any agreement or contract are: full-knowledge of the conditions of the agreement, and willing-intent to participate.
Therefore, without full-knowledge and willing-intent, such an agreement or contract was never established by the Conscious Act by Your Spirit, and thus is null and void, even though it is currently being pursued by spiritually and universally unlawful entities through the use of deception and force.
Don Juan explains that these aliens think of (and treat) humans as a food source and can overlay the human psyche in order to keep us dumbed down and unaware of their influence, however, it’s possible, he says, to dislodge them through discipline. By NOT allowing ourselves to be immersed in destructive emotions . . . we can rebuild our “shining coat” and no longer be under the influence of those dark forces. (Source)
It’s right in front of you,
The answers are always so obvious,
But the brainwashing is so heavy… it distorts your perception.
- Tired of putting your trust in puppeteers that play with our lives like a game?
- Tired of being manipulated by their army of sell-out agents and media slaves?
- Tired of a hand-full of privileged psychopaths making important decisions for us?
Opt out! Boycott the geriatric, genocidal, psychopathic, evil elite.
Withhold consent of their plans for us . . .
Refuse to be complicit.
I do not consent to anyone who seeks to deceive or disempower me in order to benefit from it. I do not consent to government officials and representatives who break the law, who lie about their actions, or who ignore their sworn duty. I do not consent to to fear mongers, war mongers, hate mongers.
Be your own being.
Opt out of what is obviously wrong
. . . and lend your energy to what you know is right.
- Carlos Castaneda’s Don Juan’s Teachings
- Carlos Castaneda – The Anthropologist that became a Shaman (VIDEO) (tribalnetworking.wordpress.com)
- Sorcerer of ideas shows us the way: Writer and philosopher Carlos Castaneda’s words still have the power to move people (dailymail.co.uk)
- Parasites on the Loosh
- Far Journeys, an online book by Robert Monroe
- Possession and Predation – Aliens, Flyers, Clones, and Reptilians
- Psychic Parasites, Inter-Dimensional Beings and the Occult Elite
- The Prism of Lyra, an online book by Lyssa Royal and Keith Priest
- At a Glance
- The Calling and The Awakening
- How to Ascend the EBook (pdf)]
- Spiritual Terms You Should Know
- 97 Spiritual Enlightenment Stories
- 100 Ways To Raise Your Consciousness