I would like to state something here that will only be relevant to those who have read my books:
The Art of Stalking Parallel Perception: The Living Tapestry of Lujan Matus
I did not choose to become a nagual. I was chosen as a child and simultaneously impacted by that choice at the age of 40. So I did not choose to be who I am. The spirit of the old nagual Lujan intervened outside the realms of this living construct and so too were Juan Matus and the Tenant part of this collaboration to capture my being.
And I am at this point grateful that this took place. If I was not captured by these beings in the fashion that I was then I would have been captured by something else and this would have been more frightening than being trapped by what has captured most people within this world.
My journey has been simultaneously arduous and blessed. I have been extensively subject to non-linear compartmentalization that is difficult for the linear mind to grasp and then comprehend. And subject to the corresponding fragmentation that occurs via this anomaly.
In short, anything I attempt to construct is immediately deconstructed. Thus I am left at my source.
But this emptiness does not give me, as everyone would think, a state of invulnerability. It has ripped my shields open and left me vulnerable in a way that allows me to extract wisdom via that vulnerability.
This is the living account of how the old nagual intervened, therefore redirecting my purpose into their magical net, which obviously is not the same way that Castaneda was taught, nor the same procedure.
My life was impacted absolutely via the spirit of these men therefore I would say that their intervention in my life has within it truly the essence of spirit. I did not have any men to contend with in this world. I had the intent of those men to contend with in another.
I was chosen because of my unusual configuration of energy. I am akin to the old nagual Lujan. I am a nagual like he.
I wish I had asked more questions while my former mentor, I called Mystic Bob, was here. The hook, sink, and line was telling me the same thing my Russian grandmother told me. Mystic Bob said I was an anomaly. An energy configuration, a double.
Mystic Bob, aka, Coach. At first meeting, a light conversation in the alley. Interesting, he’s telling me about himself, his life experiences, his teachers, beginning with his grandfather. Naming a lineage of Mentors he has learned from. Toltec grandfather, others from Germany, Argentina, Japan. Mosce, a 5th karate, a world weaponry champion, a yogi master, a Shinto Monk.
Mystic Bob, an Apache Indian, Vietnam Veteran, A USA/Olympic Coach, a Master Social Worker. Thinking, why are you in the alley? Then he asks about me. Not much to say, being at one of my lowest ebbs.
Not long after his departure, he calls me at the office. He is asking me questions about my education, inquiring about the books I’ve read. Other questions which would reveal the way I process and assimilate information, my personal attitudes, looking back, he’s interviewing me.
Now he talks about his grandfather’s culture. How he was taught to see people…. He has offered to teach me what he has learned. He’ll let me think and will call back for my answer. Thinking, mmmm. What was I thinking? An invitation to study. What?
Saying yes to life was a beginning of an apprenticeship and a friend ship. A life line, a true test to living yet. Teaching me how to leave the world behind.
Mystic Bob adding to the mix, indigenous and simple, away from the woo, woo spiritual jargon. It was fresh air to breathe. Every thing I had learned was being unlearned. Nothing was what it appears to be. Upside down, inside out. Learning to forget so that I will remember.
Pat H
Love your Parallel Perception. I look forward to reading all your works.