She Falls In the Well

There is a well behind me, and the word well means nothing. It is silent. It contains meanings which are not. It contains familiar resonance. It contains the footprints of his sister jumping up and down, happy, cheering her brother playing baseball; jumping up and down not knowing that the wood has been weakened over many years of water and worms.

Dancing happily. Falling happily.

Surprise, fear, happiness mixing together as the pull of gravity fills to her loins as the flight of an angel falls down, pulled by this gravity well. The acceleration of the fall which came right after the utter happiness of cheering for her brother who is my father.

And she falls and she forgets. There is no time to think. The blood rushing to the head. The finding herself from world of light, watching the game––the ancient game of the gods––is still here buried deep in her head as she falls.

But now she is surrounded by the darkness, and this darkness moves at a very fast speed, rushing up at her. Joy, happiness, fear, surprise, awe, all mixed into one. No sequence of events. Just a rushing of the fall into the well of gravity to end in the dark waters, with no reflection, with no form, with nothing to create.

Is she then, my sister, my daughter, my mother? Is she there in this dark well fed with the dark waters that run underneath the surface? Is she there in the racial memory, in the silent background, always behind a thin veil of darkness awakening me, calling me beyond the veil?

Or is it my love and my desire for her what reaches out as a tendril from my belly and crosses beyond this veil of illusion and grabs her from her ankle, pulls her down from her life of light and joy?

Do I then bring her down through the rushing of light and matter? Or does she descend like the gentle starlight, flowing, descending through the emptiness of the void to fill up this vessel?

Does she descend gently and loving like dew drops; like the high pitched electrical vibration; like the ambrosia, the sweet nectar that descends from above and touches my tongue, filling my heart with the most sublime, soft, gentle love?

Is it just the mind that sits by the well in the full moon? Is it just this mind of mine, divided between thought and feeling? Is it just this silly divided mind that sees a difference between the graceful descent of the utterly tasty and satisfying dew of ambrosia and the rushing of the falling from grace?

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The Treasures the Invaders Missed

“…Lend me your attention for a moment, and I’ll go on a journey to a different place with you. 

In this place of power, something deep in you will stir awake and stand up in attention. It is then my aim to attempt to unveil, uncover, and reveal that which has been lost; but not lost as in gone forever, simply misplaced, forgotten. 

These are the hidden treasures that the Spanish soldiers missed, the treasures they couldn’t take with them, the treasures that had been buried deep in the rich soil of the American continent. 

And now, with the light of the New Sun, it’s time for this buried seed to sprout, to seek the light, and to share its perfume with the world.”

from The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor

These Esoteric Teachings Buried Within the Mantle of Civilization.

“Some of the things that I will be sharing with you, I sometimes like to call the Teachings. I don’t mean to say that I am a teacher in any way—not in the usual sense. I call it the Teachings because I have learned from them. They have been buried within the mantle of civilization that we call the world.

They have been hidden there, not because someone is keeping them secret, but because of the illusion that our fascination with the human world creates. This fascination with the sleeping state of the human condition hides the Teachings, covers them, makes them go into the background.

While there are moments in history where these Teachings seem to be lost, unknown, or forgotten, they are always there because nothing is really lost in the collective consciousness of humanity. Even beyond humanity, nothing really gets lost in the consciousness of the biosphere. Humanity is not separate from this biosphere. Humanity is simply a particularly conscious manifestation of life on this planet Earth.”

From The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor. (Click here to check it out)

Where the Witches Go

There’s a place, old and musky…
up on a green hill, where the witches go.

There, under the full moon,
they dance, sing, and take out their brooms.

Their existence was forbidden,
so they had to learn to go to this place in the dreaming,
from the earliest intents of creation,
to unite with God in sexual surrender.

Here, in the true church of the living flesh.

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Knowledge Is for All

If I were to think that the Popol Vuh is only for the K’iche’, that the Old Testament is only for the Hebrew, that the Mass is only for the European Christian, that the incense and Om is only for the Hindu, and that the silent brick wall of sand is only for the Japanese, then I would be limiting them all—as I would limit myself.

And if they cannot be mine, then they cannot be true, for I am not limited to a culture, a country, a race.

The Great Magician and The Black Sheep

We tell a story of a sheepherder who happened to be a magician, and a very lazy one. He didn’t want to bother to build a fence to keep the sheep inside. The sheep were always escaping and exposing themselves to danger. The magician decided to employ his abilities to keep the sheep inside, hypnotizing them. He made them believe that they were free and safe inside the fence. In fact, he made them believe that whenever he fleeced them, that it was for their benefit. Once in a while, one would disappear, and the sheep were conditioned to believe that she had gone to a better place. In fact, he not only convinced them that he was acting for their benefit, but that they were not sheep at all, that they were human beings. Some thought that they were doctors, lawyers, priests, business people, seekers on a spiritual quest—all approved by the great magician, of course. They thought they were attaining powers and learning secrets. Of course, if they did not know that they were sheep, they would never try to change their situation for real; they would never try to escape; never attempt to evolve. Some even thought that they were magicians and knew the secrets; and all of them had the same fate.

Now, there were a few sheep whose fleece was not as valuable because they were black. Black wool was not as useful as white in the marketplace, so the magician did not pay as much attention to the black sheep, only the white. So, some of the black sheep woke up because the magician wasn’t making sure they remained hypnotized. They realized what they were and what they were doing there. If one black sheep knew the truth and tried to tell the others, the hundreds of white sheep would not listen. Why would they? After all, they were having good lives. They had their problems in their fake realities, but they were fine. Some black sheep managed to escape, and many of those succumbed to predators, but they were free.

Eventually, you had some spotted sheep. With those you could never tell: sometimes they would learn their nature and sometimes not. Of those who knew, some would decide to stay with the white sheep and become completely white.

Most of us are spotted. Part of us wants to be free; part of us wants to be taken care of by the Great Magician. That’s why I say, be careful with your gifts. Some of those are fake, given by the Great Magician. Someone said to me, upon hearing this story, “Be careful with your words because they can get you in trouble.”

I make my words so they get me in trouble. I am at war with the Great Magician. I am the black sheep. I am black, all black. My wool is not for the marketplace. My wool is the obsidian black of the eternal night sky, and its shine is the silence of the endless.

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Slavery has not ended, and we are being fleeced.

The institution of slavery has not ended yet. It has always been part of our civilization. The institution of slavery as it existed at a particular time here in America is not legal anymore, but that’s an instantiation. Slavery, the forceful use of people for labor, continues. It’s just changed from physical chains to psychological chains. It affects almost everyone. In order to participate in this society, you are forced to conform to certain things. By labor, I don’t just mean that you have to find a job and go to work. I mean that you have to produce, in your body, certain substances that are created by negative emotions and secreted from the pores and glands. In addition, your body is made to transmit signals to each other to create these substances. These signals are communicated through the masses by facial expressions, speech, and lately through memes and short thoughts and phrases. We are made to mass produce a limited number of reactions of anger, frustration, and mockery—all for the benefit, not of you, but of the Great Magician. I’m not just talking about socially negative emotions; what you would call “hope,” “love,” and anything else that is automatically produced in you—adrenaline, anxiety, fear—all these are called negative emotions.

If you begin to look at your education, and how we went from a moment from high anxiety before tests to the relief of anxiety after the test, only to come back to more anxiety, then you will notice that the higher you go up in your profession, the more you continue with that, fear–anxiety release–fear, over and over until your whole being is a machine to manufacture that state. What does the Great Magician get from that? Power, energy, control over the masses. At this point, the Great Magician is not interested in controlling the individual. If you set up a small shop selling vacuum cleaners, you will want to go door to door. But if you have a product like Coca Cola, you don’t sell to a person—you sell to demographics. “We have young, African American males.” “We have old second- and third-generation Latinos. How do we get new ones?” The Magician is thinking bigger than that, and not of countries anymore, but of corporations.

The fleece of the sheep the Great Magician is whatever makes up your identity, your emotions, and the output of your machines: the adrenaline, fear, and paranoia prevalent in society. A few can escape, because the Great Magician doesn’t even want to control small groups. He is not interested in the few black sheep. If you create a liberating movement with several million people trying to be free, he will crush it down. Either he will introduce something seemingly innocuous that will end up diluting the essence of the movement, or he will give you drugs or sex or something to weaken you; and if that doesn’t work, he will come down on you with strength.

What are the consequences of liberation? You are free from the support of the Great Magician as well, so when you free yourself, you find yourself in the jungle, and there are other dangers out there. Therefore, you have to become a warrior, and you have to become a hunter of power, and you have to know that death can come at any moment.

(Excerpt from Teachings of a Toltec Survivor)

The rise and falls of Humpty Dumpty

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A few millennia ago a community of groups formed in Mesoamerica, close to what is now Mexico City. As you know, many spiritual groups are small; some are very big. Think of moments in history when a lot of these small groups cannot operate because they are under totalitarian regimes, or because religious extremism prevails. Many of these groups sought to find a place where they could practice their spiritual craft and where they could do their group work without being threatened. There were so many empires everywhere in those days. Europe witnessed the rise of Egypt, Greece, Mesopotamia, and Rome. Asia saw the chinese dynasties and the Mongolian conquest. In America, the Incas, the Aztecs, and so many others wanted to do that as well, as if everyone remembered a period of one world government broken into pieces—like Humpty Dumpty—when knowledge was lost.

There are priestesses and priests who have pieces of that lost knowledge. While this big mass of humanity is trying to build empires, conquer, create trade, create technology, there are smaller groups who also remember what it was like and do not want it to be that way again. They do not want magic to be dominated by the aristocrats. A bunch of those little groups once upon a time made a trip to Teotihuacán, a place in the middle of a vast desert. No one was interested in that area, so they thought they would be left alone for a long time. This move was similar to what the Tibetans did by settling in the mountains.

After the Toltecs had been gone from Teotihuacán for two centuries, the Aztecs migrated from the North and discovered it. Mostly from Apache descent, these warriors came down Mexico following a vision. They were looking for an eagle eating a snake on top of a cactus, and they found it in an island in the middle of lake Texcoco. They built their city, there, in the middle of the lake. When the Spaniards marching with the conqueror, Hernan Cortez, saw the Aztec city of Tenochtitlán, one of his soldiers wrote that nowhere in Europe had he seen any city as magnificent as the Aztec city of Tenochtitlán. Nonetheless, as magnificent as Tenochtitlán was in the eyes of the Spaniards, the impact Teotihuacán had on the Aztecs was even more profound. After they had settled their capital in lake Texcoco, the Aztecs proceeded to establish and expand their empire. In their explorations of the region, they found the ruins left by the Toltecs in the middle of the dessert valley. The ruins were so magnificent that the Aztecs, not knowing who had built them, knew that they were not built for ordinary humans. This city had to be birthplace of gods. Thus, it was called Teotihuacán, or the city where gods are born.

Read more in the upcoming Teachings of a Toltec Survivor

Double-Headed Eagle

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At the highest realm of existence, what the Egyptians called the Sun Absolute and the Toltecs called the Double-Headed Eagle—because when it spreads its wings, all these rays come out to form multiple universes—will ultimately devour you and all that exists. It is the origin of all, and the ultimate destiny of all.

When you die, you are food for that supreme entity. Your body and all its substances are eaten by Mother Earth. If we have managed to form any sort of higher bodies, astral, etheric, Buddhic, angelic, etc., most of them are eaten by other forces at death. What remains of your essence is eaten by the eagle or taken by the Sun Absolute.

One of the tricks of the Man and Woman of Knowledge is to develop in themselves a very attractive package made of personal power, of whatever abilities they can muster, and at the moment of death, have the eagle eat that, but not him. Offer up a human sacrifice.

So, don’t waste those abilities in petty pursuits: give them up for God

(Read more in my upcoming book: Teachings of a Toltec Survivor)

The Key of Shamans for Voyaging In the Higher Planes

The trick to having access to other planes of existence is to realize that we exist in different places simultaneously.

When you are playing a video game, your consciousness is both in the room where your physical body is and in the avatar that is moving and experiencing the game environment at the same time. When you immerse yourself in the story line, your consciousness identifies with the actions and experiences of the avatar and you feel like what is happening to it is also happening to you. You might even forget your physical surroundings at moments. You suffer, fear, and enjoy as the avatar does. When you have to adjust your back, have some food, or answer a question in the room where your physical body exists, you pull your consciousness and your identity away from the gaming avatar and into your physical form.

The same principle is active whenever you dream.

When you dream, you create a dream avatar. This dream avatar is designed to move in and experience the environment created in the dreaming. You create a dreaming self through which you experience the dream. Are you not also in your physical body? Of course you are. You are in both your physical body and in your dream body simultaneously.

How much you perceive the dream as “real” depends on the level of abstraction and identification you attain in that dream. As your consciousness abstracts from the stimuli of the physical senses, your attention naturally fixates itself on the stimuli coming from the dreaming. Similarly, when you wake up and the attention moves from the dreaming to the physical world around you, the dreaming fades to the background and places itself on the signals coming through the physical senses.

We must understand, however, that we are always dreaming.

When we are awake and our attention is centered in the physical world around us, the subconscious continues to dream. There are inner dialogues going on inside us, images of past events, judgements about what is going on right now, questions popping up, and even full on dreams unfolding in the subconscious. Yes, the dream world does not stop just because we woke up. The dream continues, we just withdraw our attention from it and place it fully on the waking.

If during our waking life we happen to withdraw our attention from the stimuli of the physical senses, we experience day dreams, and at times even full on dreams, even if we are not sleeping. When we fall asleep, we withdraw our attention from the physical senses almost completely and therefore we enter fully into the action of the dream world.

The same thing can be said when we are dreaming. It is not that the waking world is not there. The physical world is still there, we just have withdrawn our attention from it. Notice that even though we close our eyes when we sleep, our five senses continue to operate. The skin registers temperature and movement just like when it is awake. The ear drums continue to receive sound vibrations. The nose continues to receive and register smells. In fact, even the eyes continue to receive light through closed eyelids. Yet, even though the senses still operate, we do not seem to be aware of the stimuli. This is because we do not really stop receiving it, but simply withdraw our attention from it.

This, then, is the key to learn to consciously go from the waking to the dreaming, and indeed to any other plane of existence where we have formed a body:

You must learn to withdraw your attention from one plane and place it on another at will.

Read more in my book, Dreaming’s Gate. This is available for preorder on Kindle.

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