Sobriety is for the warrior defined as the efficient use of our personal energy.  It is the ability to not fall into the trap of repetitious behaviors which drain the warrior.  Seeing and dreaming cannot open up for the warrior without sobriety.  It is not about chemistry.   Drinking or not drinking alcohol is not the definition of sobriety in this case.  That is a social convention and norm.  The warrior of freedom sees that all chemicals can lead to insobriety or sobriety depending on the repetition of use. Insobriety creates fast ways to shut down potentials and a chemical used repetitiously limits our perception.  We are left in these moments to skimming the surface when we fall into insobriety with anything.   And chemicals are not the only thing that can create insobriety.  Repetitions of emotions, drives to satisfy selfish needs, even repetitive intake of similar food can all lead to insobriety for the warrior of freedom. 

The warrior becomes aware of these patterns through recapitulation and confronts the roots that lead him to repeat patterns.  Un-writing the roots allows him to see whether the chemical is beneficial or not.  In and of itself, all chemistry is just a part of the dynamic interplay of energy in the universe.  Alcohol is not inherently evil or good, neither is any chemical in the pharmacopeia of the earth.  Rather it is the interaction of that chemical with our systems and the patterns that play out in our systems that can lead to our being subjected to the predator, the predator that wants us to go to sleep and not be free. 

Don Juan shared the sacred medicine of mescalito with Carlos to shift his assemblage point rapidly.  But continued and constant use of mescalito would lead to dependence on that chemical to shift and eventually there would be no shifting at all.  Carlos would have been lost in second attention in manner no better than being in first attention with no chemistry.    Thus the ally of the medicine has within its realm the chemistry to teach us something.   But everything can cut both ways, to freedom or to entrenchment.   When the connection is made, hang up the phone… or when the lesson is learned, sobriety dictates for the warrior to practice shifting their perception without the chemical. 

This is not coming from a viewpoint of one who is perfect with sobriety.  In fact loosing sobriety was a gift to understanding that it is about the energy and personal power for the warrior.   The ordinary human sets themselves up with the idea that they are powerless over the chemical in their lives.  The chemical becomes an external enemy.  The warrior knows by seeing to the roots that they are never powerless over a chemical.  A warrior does not give their power to anyone or thing like this in their lives.  They are free to choose at all times to do or not do.  Their sobriety is founded on freedom and efficient use of their energy.  Thus a warrior un-writes their relationship to the patterns that connect them to a chemical or repetitive behavior, we do not lionize it.  Later, the warrior could just as easily have a drink as not if the choice is presented to them with efficiency, impeccability and sobriety.  They un-write even the un-writing which is a pattern in and of itself.

Listen to a self-proclaimed alcoholic, they claim that they are an alcoholic their whole lives.  If they take that one drink they start all over again.   They argue for their limitations and wounded-ness with a fierceness that is equivalent to their original addiction.  They have replaced their dependence on alcohol with dependence on program speech and other non-lethal behaviors.  They have not become sober in a Toltec sense, only shifted their dependencies.  To become sober the warrior un-writes his dependency on the patterns and programs which caused the need  or not need to drink, the patterns which limited their freedom in any moment to do what works.

We are creatures of habit.  Humans create great leaps in awareness and when they do they have peak experiences which allow them to see beyond the valley of their stories.  But our physical bodies and our limited minds are trained to habituate and create simpler ways to manage the onslaught of perception that comes from these peak experiences.  Every action, all actions, all new experiences are pulled into a dynamic of simplification and repetition to which we lose our original sight.   This means that there is not a human out there who is not insane with some addiction or habit.  The warrior unravels this mystery, for he is mystery, and forges a link to intent so that their sobriety brings them greater fluidity to see all things for the first time as the first time. 

Again, do not fall prey to the idea that I have the answer, rather the experiences have brought me to know sobriety from a position of dreaming and seeing.  One must do the work themselves and discover this for themselves.  One can only determine their own relationships with patterns, habits and sobriety.  It cannot be forced from without or from another person’s experience with anything.  This is why we say as warriors of freedom that the first, and really the only true battle, is within the self and it is with sobriety to all things that the warrior battles.    Recapitulate everything… it is the warrior’s discipline and the warrior’s key to sobriety.

The politics of freedom are in reality a trap of the dominant paradigm.  Politically humans are not free, they submit all the time to something so that they can feel free.  Free to speak, to bare arms, to have rights and to be treated fairly.  But these are actually compromises in the face of the mob.  The mob whose shadow side sits right below the surface willing to do anything to keep freedom in check.  This is the freedom to have an idea, a distant memory of a possibility that lives planted within our bones.  In the best of times, humans will do anything to preserve this middle ground of freedom.  In the worst they will do anything at all.  Humans are willing to die in the name of that possibility for themselves or for the generations to come in hopes that things will get better.  And in many ways it has.  In many ways progress has occurred.

But wait a minute now.  How many times have we turned a blind eye to real freedom and submitted to becoming nothing more than the reproduction of the images and ideas we are told are true.  We don’t test them; we don’t challenge them.  We submit to the dominion of “thank god it hasn’t killed me yet. I have survived another day.”

When a warrior of freedom attaches themselves to INTENT… the real and actual workings of the universe as it is, not as we would wish it to be, they are leaping off of the cliff of being human, a being who was a compromised being attached to the social order of mother culture.  When a warrior of freedom declares through recapitulating everything that was ever downloaded into the program of being human, they become energized for the abstract flight that is real freedom.  This movement is never compromised when it is taken fully and completely.  And there is no hope of a possible maybe.  There is only the act of being a warrior of freedom.

Such warriors are anathema to the matrix and the predatory energy that moves through all of mother culture.  When the warrior decides, the predator culutre throws everything at the warrior. The warrior knows that the first battle of freedom, in fact the only battle for the warrior, is within their own energy matrix.  It is a battle to reject everything that would cause the warrior to submit.  It is to destroy the destroyer within who wants the story of our lives like food and fodder that will nurture another generation of sheep.  The predator throws a host of situations and distractions at the warrior of freedom to get them to submit one more time.  We call this the guardian at the gate and for each warrior it is different as every warrior’s nature and talents are different.  The tyrant will be tailor made for each warrior in his or her own way.  Patience and silence are all that can guide the warrior in this final battle with mother culture.

And of course recapitulation…  Always recapitulation…  For every second that the warrior frees even a grain of salt to energize his path of freedom there is a challenge which attempts to bring the warrior back to the victim status of being under the yoke.  The warrior declares and stands his ground.  The warrior side steps the predator, the inorganic beings and the tyrants who would demand the warrior return to the pack of sleeping humans who can only dream of freedom.  The warrior does not dream freedom… they dance it, they walk it, the create it, and they intend it with all of their being.

If as a warrior we have not considered the depths to which we are willing to go to be free, then we are risking our life recklessly and pathetically.  We must consider absolutely everything.  Everything that is not in alignment with freedom is death to the warrior.  And everything that is in alignment is a dance of such incredible beauty that nothing can ever compare to it.  The ecstasy of falling forever and forever forward in the moment is a constant dance.

This statement, a variation of Carlos’ own words in the Eagle’s Gift, is the guiding principle for the life of a warrior of freedom.  There is nothing unique and special about walking the path of a Toltec warrior.  In fact it is no better or worse than any other path that one can choose.  As a warrior of freedom, we know that it is a path with heart… that it is a good way.

This is counter intuitive to the thinking of the rational human.  The rational human uses his thoughts and ideas to control his world.  He uses them to manipulate himself and those around him to be better or worse than himself.  He sets himself up in self importance to be something little knowing that this is really nothing more than what everyone else is doing around him.  This drive to be special, something more is rooted in a drive for more awareness, but the rational man clamps down on this awareness with control.  In groups, humans create systems which are dependent on the goal of being right or wrong, part of the in group or the out group.  The worst of these groups force humans to submit to a pattern so they can be saved at some time in the future… the best of these groups work themselves into a fever to save the world from injustices of these pattern making control mongers.  Little knowing that this is slavery as well to the attempt to control anything.

The warrior of freedom makes death an advisor.  In other words we look at death and its resultant emotion, fear, as an illusion or a false compromise to being important.  What humans fear is not death though this is a real and powerful effect of wanting to be something special.  What humans fear is that there is no one and nothing in control of the whole enchilada.  That’s right, humans are scared that there is no way to control anything.  So the rational human sets about trying to control absolutely everything in life that he or she can.  This despirate measure leads to blaming leaders for screwing up, holding others for faults that they cannot control, and ultimately taking things very personally.

The warrior of freedom knows unfathomable mystery, the amazing delight of life on planet earth is a self organizing self replicating process with no controls.  As a result the warrior of freedom adapts to the fact that no one and nothing is in control.  Even his or her death is nothing in the face of looking deep into this mystery.  The warrior can endure the tortures of the damned because they are already free, and even the most oppressed person is still free within their mind.  We may not control what is occurring at any given time, but we can control our response to it.  The warrior chooses freedom every time and lets go of the choices as he makes them even if they are perceived to be wrong by the rational human being.

We spend oodles of time attempting to make things better, elect the right official, choose the right path, do the right things.  We waste our precious energy of life on a game that has no game master even though we really want one to be there with all our hearts.  Warriors see all games masters as trapped in their own games, all politicians as lost in the need for the people to love them as they do what the people want.  Everyone who ever plays this game will lose.  Notice how every leader who rises to a great height eventually falls to his own hubris or fades away in obscurity.  Even our most beloved heroes of the past are not human.  We remove the human from the story so the story matches our definition of perfection and control of which we have none.  It is the hall of mirrors with smoke moving through it.

The warrior of freedom attaches no importance to such false power, it’s a shell game to them.  Where is the pea?  Nowhere.  The warrior of freedom becomes the artist of his life when he knows that nothing and no one is in control.  He dances every moment as though it were his last, and acts with the sharp honed sword of his awareness on every aspect of his life cutting away the illusion to see the unfathomable mystery staring back in his face all the time… and even that mirror is empty.

The birth of the Christian son of god, if he was the person of the story, was not at this point of the year.  Joshua was born, according to the story, in the spring in alignment with the Passover feast as his family was required to return to their home of record.  But here is where things get really mixed up.  The rest of the story is a mixture of the savior myths of the fertile crescent, Egypt and Greece, to say nothing of Moses (which means “life” or “pulled from life” – aka the Nile)… As scholars of myth know, there were no less than 12 concurrent myths, and probably more, from the times that have a god being born to a virgin (which meant “maiden” not “chaste”) in a stable or lower class housing of some sort in other words he was one of the people. 

Each of these amazing people, Osiris, Moses, Mithra, yadda yadda, were all visited by a strange little threesome of wise men, kings or some sort of brilliant teachers from the “old way”.  Which if we look closely meant that the old religion was approving of the new religious belief emerging from the past, one which would save the old ones from living forever connected (down caste) to the earth.  Anyway, these brilliant teachers were actually a set of stars in Orion’s belt that 2600 years ago to 2000 years ago would rise quiet impressively just before the sun rose on the shortest day of the year.  Or the astronomy of things was the wise men issued in the re-birth of the sun on what has become the winter solstice.  Also the sun slows in its rising moment’s journey through the year from north to south, the southern point being the farthest to the south that it will rise corresponding to Dec 21^st CE.  This slowing created 3 days when the sun did not “move” and was closest to the earth as well.  In the old religions these three days were festival days.  To the Romans and many Greek city states this festival lasted 5 days.  They had 12 months of 30 days and 5 festival non-time or out of time days when the fire in the temple of the earth goddess was re-lighted…. See the connection?  The wise men also correspond to the 3 major pyramids which alight with this event as well all those years ago.  (There are also three major brothers in the Roman and Green Pantheon of Gods all of whom must bow to the cycles of the year at that time.)

The god which was born on this winter day would inevitably become “brilliant” <sun> and would guide his people through a new dawning of knowledge and awareness.  When the Christians were spreading the good news across the globe they ran into this festival and had to cope with the ancient myths of this god’s story.  The story also includes being banished to the lower world, Egypt or some place nasty as the god grew up and then being found in his “fathers” though it was originally his “mothers” temple teaching the old wise men the right way to see the light.  Each of these old gods were all killed, died, buried and rose again from the dead!  Hum… coincidence?

These same gods are sacrificed (in alignment with the harvest) and descend into the earth to bring forth new life the next year.  The fruit of the harvest is turned into the soil of the mother to bring forth new life.  These 12 other stories talk of the god sitting in judgement of whether the people have succeeded well or not each year.  What does this mean???  Well each year the farmers would bring their harvest to market in front of the temple of the earth and sky gods and it was judged (sold) either for money or taxes to the temple or in the temple (why did he throw the money lenders out?)… so that the city-state, town or whatever could make it through the lean times.  If you did not have enough, you were judged insufficient and you could die with not enough.  This was more common than we think as the cycle of sun spots (remember the sun?) determined drought or rain in relationship with mother earth.  So the judge became the priests and merchants and the pitiful farmers would pray to the sun or the golden god for success in the harvest to make it through the dark times…. three days in hell could mean we will never come back.   

Christians could not defeat this celebration time of the year.  It was the rare individual who remembered what date they were born on in the middle of the year, so often people just celebrated another year by counting their lives by how many solstice celebrations they had come to know.  And of course not only do we tithe to the temple once a year (taken from our good harvest) but we also paid debts and we gave what little extra we had as gifts to each other in celebration of making it through the year.  The Christians with the help of a nice big army (Roman, east and west) conquered this holiday and set the son of god’s birth at the same time as the sun being born from the earth.  Then again since it is the recycle of an old myth it was not a big leap to make this happen.  Did you know there is still a strange ceremony where a candle is lit by god at the birth place of Joshua ben Joseph… hum… how strangely similar to the relighting of the eternal flame kept in the temple of the mother. 

So what we are celebrating is a pagan holiday of 5 festival days to restart the year a new from the depths of the mother earth who is giving birth, all witnessed by Orion’s belt of wise stars. All of this culminated on the last of the festival days, the 25^th which became Christ’s Mass celebration of his birth.  Of course with modern culture, we have the Coca-Cola Santa (yes Coke) and the insessant drone of buy, buy, buy, in-planted into our beings by mother culture.  The earth has been removed, the son has replaced the sun and there is no rebirth mentioned related to our hard working in the fields.

I don’t besmirch anyone for attempting to have a voice at this time, in other words, being politically correct by not excluding every other culture from the solstice like the Jews, Kwansa, Islam, or Buddhist…. (the list can go on and on)… Rather wouldn’t it be easier as humans if we just agreed that the cycle of the year is renewing itself and that the earth is our ground for everything else and let’s celebrate the real reason for the season, mothers rock and children roll into a new year of being alive. 

My take on the season.

When I first read your books, your sacred texts of belief, I had no response.  In fact it confused me as to why you wanted me to read them in the first place.  But then again, we are in some way entangled energetically and my love for you and our life experiences together as humans are rooted in the entanglement that we shared.  What I see in these writings now is a lack of connection over a number of years.  And a lot of context is missing from our connection.  The words that you share in your textbooks are beautiful, they are human experience and they are the path that you are on.  I see your struggle with the shadow, an essential part of being human.

I want to share my journey with you because we have shared so much, but fear the words would be taken as a rejection of you.  You may think that what I say is a secret or hidden truth.  This is not a rejection of you or your path.  Far be it for me to tell anyone that the agreements that they have made with the universe are wrong.  They are not wrong…. But I risk to share, for my journey has been in and through this universe traveling the bands of awareness.  I am first and foremost an artist, a seer of life, a sorcerer.  A toltec warrior who has dared to leave the village, the center of the town, the agreements which were inherited and pushed upon me with a voracity of the foreign mind and installed for me to acquiesse to the dominant paradigm.  This was and is not enough for me… because it is fraught with not-enoughness, the best definition of evil.  I see in your words as a push to know the old paradigm at its best, yes at its best it is a brilliant possibility of humans connected in a network of light and joy sharing in the ecstasy of the singularity, we are all one.  That cannot be denied as a beautiful vision.  A vision for humanity which vibrates with the collective drive and essence for the light.

Despite this or maybe because of this, turning over all the rocks and searching, I have come to know that obsessions with the light are distractions from the way the universe actually is.  The universe is made of pure energy, intent as we call it.  Intent moves like waves on the ocean and the fish beneath these waves know nothing of its purpose or its drive.  They only know the drive to consume their daily bread and create stories which support the drive to maintain what it means to be a fish.  As a seer and a wanderer into the abstract worlds other than the human intent, the water which supports that drive, I have seen a universe that is greater than the limits which we place upon it with our stories…. and remember this does not mean that those stories are wrong.

The universe is energy.  70 percent of the universe at large is dark energy.  27 percent of the universe is dark matter and a mere 3 percent of the universe is made up of everything we can consider the light, the physical, the matrix which creates life.  When I hear someone say that the light drives everything and we need to keep to the light, I know that it is a drive to maintain and sustain the 3 percent that makes the light shine.  But it is the dark energy and dark matter which actually creates the light for without it there would be no universe.  The singularity, the god to which you assign all light and all being, exists everywhere and in every particle of every sector of the universe itself.  The singularity is a not a bright light but an unknown, a potential, a spinning in infinite existence which only becomes something by our choices and by our acting upon it… then it collapses into something… the 3 percent … that something becomes the stories and inherited positions of our preconceived notions as to what it is.  It becomes a self-full filling, self regulating prophesy.  And woe to those who step outside of that story, Inquisition!

As I said, what you have written in your sacred texts are not wrong, it is for me limited and limiting our freedom to truly know freedom and awareness for what it is.  We are afraid to leave the village, humans are afraid to look into the darkness and know the source of life emerged from it, from the chaos of the singularity which makes no choices.  Humans are afraid to look into the infinite mystery and be that mystery.  We would rather retreat to the light, or to the shadow which the light creates, by the very choices that we make.

I know this is hard.  But it is my experience and my journey.  As part of my journey, I learned about this light, this singularity which everyone was so ecstatic about.  I spent years working with in the system of this light and saw the shadowed by products and affects of such beliefs which were impossible to deny.  You do not need to defend it, nor understand.  It was stepping out of that story and searching for its roots along avenues of awareness that I found the truth.  The story of Christianity, most stories of a savior, is the story of a lie… at least it is for me.  Joshua ben Joseph was an amazing seer, he brought to the world a vision of responsibility for the world which was greater than humans could handle.  The human world did not listen.  Not one word of what he said has survived to the present.  This claim goes against everything you believe.  But it is true.  The words are a manipulation of the intent which Joshua planted as a seer in his times.  It is a manipulation of his purpose and a denigration of the truth.  The drive towards the singularity is a set up by the takers (see Ishmael by Daniel Quinn) to use that message to their own purpose, destruction of the earth and all there is.

The salvationist paradigm and the shadow side of human beings which we call the foreign mind, created an agreement with life (in reality death) that convinced humans they were less than and never greater than the fate which we inherit from birth.  I reject all agreements which I was not actively a part of choosing.  The agreement to buy into the salvationist paradigm holds the promise of a light which is none other than maintenance of the system of the shadow itself.  The shadow needs this light to distract humans from seeing what is really happening.  Again, do not take this as a personal rejection of your beliefs, rather I am rejecting the agreement which is made without my consent.  To really be creative, to be part of the creator is to reject a paradigm that has led us to the near destruction of humans as a position of being in and of itself.  And that is the agenda of the salvationist vision a corruption, a co-option of Joshua’s real message, lost now to the shadow side of history.

The first step is to overwhelm us with unworthiness in the face of our own deaths.  The warrior removes the responsibility of his death from the hands of others or a story and is fully responsible for his death.  This very act is anathema to the salvationist.  The light bearers are trying to convince us that their definition of the light is right and everything else is wrong.  This act of setting up good against evil is the dance of death, it is obsession with death itself… not what the warrior does, making death an advisor, knowing that any act and any time could be the last.  It is the warrior’s stand, not to stand with the idea that he is unworthy.  Once the unworthiness is fixed in the matrix humanitaris, then it is easy to be manipulated into thinking that the one, the singularity, the god is far away.  This then requires constant maintenance by the system and a story of an intermediary, the son or any savior god, to be the go between.  Yes, the god can and does reveal itself in everyone and at all times… you know when and where?  Of course you do, right here and right now.  We are the god creating the story, we are the god of believing in this crap that needs to be fixed.  We are the separation because we are afraid to die.  And thus we must be saved, god saving itself from the overwhelming responsibility for its own awareness… the salvationist paradigm demands that you can’t do it alone.  And so the foreign mind requires that we be saved from ourselves, from the shadow, from the very choices we are abrogating our responsibility that we make.  Ultimately the final step is a great battle between the forces of the shadow and the light, but this battle is a farce.  There is not going to be anything saved and the universe will continue its magical ability to create awareness in new and interesting forms in another place.  What would be lost?  The awareness that we created the story in the first place as demanded by the foreign mind… what would be and could be completely lost is the earth… a magnificent awareness whose pulse and energy hosts this little drama called the human band of awareness.  You see the only thing lost on the battlefield of ar-maggedo is human awareness which will be ultimately consumed by the foreign mind as food and it will move on to other tasty morsels.

As a seer, I reject this obsession with the singularity being the be all and end all of all things.  It is a dance between the singularity and the multiplicity that is at the heart of creation itself.  And it is not light versus dark, it is not good versus evil, it is not a goal to be striven for so that we can be right or feel good about our sham choices.  It is a drive to know and be aware and awareness is greater than the stories which set us up for ultimate failure on that battle ground.  The only way to win is not to play.

I know because I see it, that your hearts are in the right place.  You want walk a path of heart to reject the cruelty of the world.   I know because of our connection that you have not walked nor investigated the massive iceberg which I am pointing only to the top of… I know that this is not what you wanted to hear from me.  A rejection of the Christian paradigm and in fact all religious paradigms is not a comfortable thing to you.  Remember it is not a rejection of you as a being of awareness… it is a rejection of the stories which the foreign mind, the predator as we also call it, wants you to believe.

You were never ever broken, you were never ever unworthy, you were never ever sick.  The sickness you feel is a result of asking and traveling beyond the boundaries of human perception and attempting to reintegrate with it.  We call this folly.  As warriors we learn how to renegotiate the folly and take control of our choices.  The darkness, the deep rift of dark matter is absolutely necessary for the light to even be in existence.  This brings us joy because we can reject the age-old stories and laugh at the folly and distraction that the light and its partner shadow have been dancing in the corners of the universe.  The universe is greater than our concept of it.

We, warriors of awareness, are dancing awake a new dream.  Not a dream of light and sustenance, but the dream of intent, of knowledge, awareness, power, clarity and most of all responsibility for the actions we have done which created this mess.  Humans and their stories are killing themselves.  We are daring to see a possibility of a band of awareness where this no longer exists… where we are free to see these repeat patterns as just that.  We are daring to vision now, in the now, and to plant that vision deep in a manner that it will not be consumed by the predator’s mind as Joshua’s vision was.  We are not daring to be saved nor to save.  We are daring to become the creators we always were and have been since the beginning.  We are daring to be alive, truly alive, truly creating every moment of our lives.

I laugh at the paradigms, but I cry for the distractions.  You are more powerful than the stories you maintain.  And this secret is the philosopher’s stone, it is the alchemy of spirit that brings together the light and the dark, the dissolution and the coagulation and sets us up as what we really are, artists of life and awareness.  We better take responsibility for it all or we will become consumed by the very thing we have created… a story.

There is more!  You are your own light… and you are your own shadow… the dark and the light are there for you to play in, dance in, and become more than you ever thought possible, even beyond the limitations of life itself.

This may not be what you wanted to hear.  What you have written in your sacred texts may not be what I wanted to hear or maybe what you meant to say.  I may reject the salvationist paradigm, only because, its time to write a new story.  We are the story, it is not in the past.  It is not a repetition of a repetition to keep us plugged into the matrix.  It is freedom.  And I take responsibility for my words, I cannot be responsible for how they are received, I have spent years modulating to that lower energy state where I cared how it was received.  I can only stand by my truth and the truth of the knowledge which I have.

The conversation could unfold… this may not be the creation together that you were conceiving of… but it is the art, the art of awareness, that warriors of awareness hold and must share.

Just let me leave you with this… intent, Intent, INTENT…. It is only intent that binds me to you.  The rest is story.  Recapitulate everything, even me!

We are split beings.  We are born to a world of deep perceptual frameworks, vast enticements of feeling, a range of wonder and beauty.  We are born to choose constantly, or retreat from choice.  We are born to move free across the plains like the wind and rustle with the leaves in the moonlight.  We are split in two carefully, craft-fully, shortly after birth.  One world, that of constant exploration with the fullness of who we are, and the other a managed barnyard full of animals such as ourselves who are afraid to move except with the herd.

We are split beings.  This split drives us to great heights of insanity…. Even the sanest person who works towards an end, is insane with diversions and the demands of the program.  It does us nothing to real and twist, run head long into the boundary fences, fight the fight of the matrix program.  Anger serves nothing but feeds the program and the self-importance of one side of the split.  We can march in great protests and gather in large groups, but each individual in the crowd is still split, alone and lost propped up by further expectations of the herd mentality.

We are split beings.  We live two dreams at once, often the first becomes no better than the second.  We do what we must do to glean a scrap of energy from the mold’s sugary tastes so we can retreat to an inner world of “possible maybe” dreams.  This is not a warrior’s dreaming.  A warrior’s dream is the unfolding in the now of the constant power of being now.  A warrior’s dream has no disconnect button, no retreat in the face of the program’s demands.  A warrior’s dream does not participate in the herd for the purpose of getting a few morsels at the end of the day, even if the herd is protesting it caged mentality.

We are split beings.  By way of intent, we can do more than one thing at a time.  But by way of intent, we can see that it is the program which keeps us split that pushes us to be in more than one place at a time so we can no longer discern which is which.  We are lost in the sparkle and the pizzazz.  We will have a magical moment dancing at the edge of real dreaming, only to be eclipsed by the dream we cannot control.  Then we create religion from these moments and it fills us ever so briefly with wonder… just another split on the road.

We are split beings.  The warrior unites all the energy that is available to remove the band which splits the warrior from the purpose of intent.  The original purpose we were born with and are being split from doing every day.  A warrior sees the program in all its varieties and does not fight for the fight is part of the program.  A warrior retreats in the face of incalculable odds and recharges the real purpose standing in contradistinction to the program.  Warriors use the split to see two worlds at once, overlapping.  In seeing it invests a new body that warriors build with truth and impeccability.  Ultimately warriors choose freedom.

Water is the most sacred of the elements on this planet.  It is for certain the key to all life on earth.  Where water is precious, the people act and treat each other with a preciousness that can only be found in the deepest well of our beings.  Where it is abundant it is assumed with all the possession of a beast to be consumed in vast quantities of unconsciousness.  Where it is scarce it is fought over and possessed as a value greater than life.  Seeking balance requires seeking an understanding of water as a most precious of elemental life.

In the forest where rain dominates and mold is abundant, the people often cling to each other and feed off of each other.  Where it is a commodity and controlled, people use every ounce of there energy to divide that water into packets of monetary sums.  The entire legal system could be said to be founded not on the ownership of land, but on the resource of water.  Areas of desert, drive one to become a warrior to survive with less.  Areas of jungle there is less appreciation of what we have.

When we look at the founding principles of the greater movements on the earth, consider the roll of water.  Desert religions are violent.  Jungle religions are healing.  One cannot consider that either is better, just extremes of the other.

The people need to find balance.  When they share water, they are sharing a basic knowing of how precious each is.  We need to return to a point when the people lived in balance with water, and then this balance will return us to a balance between each other.  We need to renew our visions of life and the workings of our days to a fundamental truth about water.  Until then, there will be no planetary healing for the mold of man…. The mold will be exactly that, a disintegrating force living off the rot of each other.  Cut to the core, we could, if we are willing to truly change, have more than enough of everything.  Until then, there will be inequities in the system, and abuse at the edges.

Water and all of its power is what the prophesies of indigenous people is all about.  Seek a balance with water.

I am aware that my words often have the density and intensity of a man obsessed with words, but all too often, to be clear, I find myself being outrageously verbose to simply say something. The balance is in the following poem, which guides my every step:
“Trying the empty nothing and demanding something, Banging the silent zero in search of sound”…. Li Po, Chinese poet.

This knowing has been held for generations.  Seers, scientists, artists and warriors of perception know this not as a fact but as a truth.  This truth is the reality of experience, a direct understanding of how the universe of perception works.  It is created moment to moment by all of us and each of us founded on the heaps of being which defines our constant shining across the vast line of potential energies that are there to be perceived.  We organize energy by gathering it together.  Functionally clamping down on energy with awareness and perceiving creates the drama of the self-imposed on the constant dance of potential.  Every perception manages and manipulates our demand on the world as we choose to know it.

The self is born from a process of solidifying itself and spends a lifetime of energy maintaining the universe it chooses, lazily, to perceive.  Do not fall prey to the idea that this means the self is bad or evil, nor good and fantastic.  The fantastical thing is that the self becomes its own limit based on how it assembles reality.

The self is not alone.  This too is a fallacy of the ration.  The self has help from all the other selves that are out there influencing existence.  The system of selves is self-replicating and extremely proficient at managing the program to maintain the limits of our perception of the reality we find our selves within.   

The first steps are simple in creating the self.  Convince awareness that it is separate from the deep ocean of being that constitutes all the energy of awareness.  This sets awareness up to grasp onto this or that as if this or that is different.  Thus difference pushes awareness to create a reality of being the self.  The next simple step is to manage the touching of this or that with feeling.  The simplest of creatures just feel what is good or bad for the maintenance of the separation which is concurrent in the moment.

We are feelings wrapped up in bundles within bundles until there emerges a dynamic tension of movement.  Movement towards, grasping the good, and movement away, rejecting the bad.  We manage, at this critical juncture, to demand of our reality that it makes sense.  Senses emerge to better explore the reality we are bundling up to hold awareness separate from the vast universe of being.  We label based on grand catalogues of experiences trapped within the framework of our being.  We rely on feelings and sensate heaps of past experience to determine what the next moment will bring us and in doing so we create a constantly repeating and predictable universe for our selves to feel safe within. 

These labels and heaps become organized into themes, stories and organizations of labels, structures and disciplines.  Suddenly we are 3 steps removed from a direct experience of the universe as it is.  We are only connected to the universe through the myopic descriptions that we hold true based on what feels good about it.  We are actually constantly creating that universe from this perceptual web and drama of being.  We become trapped by the very web we are creating.  And we are notorious for not taking responsibility for it.   Add to this the patterns of feelings, and desires, that we gain from those around us all the time and the next step is an inward turning of this whole process of heaping up the assemblage point.  We inwardly solidify our being which we then come to call the self.  And that self now will spend all of its energies in maintaining a fixed position of the assemblage point which in the grand scheme of all of us together is called the mold of man. 

Enter Ration.  There is a myth about ration that it came from some foreign place or mind and this is another story to set us up for a battle which is on-going.  Ration and the logical mind is another projection and progression in the steps of forming what we perceive to be real.  In many ways ration is a gift; in others it is a curse.  Ration can, if in service to awareness, grant us the ability to understand the links, the lines that connect all things together.  It grants us a method of working with story yet it is wholly trapped by the very stories we tell our selves and the manner in which we clamp down on the infinite.  The only thing the ration can do is manage and manipulate that which its self reflection is obsessed with. 

Awareness will explore beyond the boundaries of perception.  Ration invents the words and patterns to eclipse this breaking of boundaries into the folds and foci of the assemblage point.  We call this among great thinkers, inspiration.  We call breaking the bonds of perception, the crazy wild thing…  We can never accept, by means of the mold of man, those that break through the bonds.  And quickly, all too quickly, if their exploration becomes accepted, we hold onto this new creation as if it had always been there.  We possess, which is the function of the ration to do, these new bands of awareness as illuminated points within the grand assemblage point of reality as we choose to know it. 

The Assemblage Point is all about choice.

There comes a point in every warrior’s life when the path and walk, even the discipline which he has walked, brings him to a point beyond which he cannot see.  Looking back upon the path, it is obvious that every vision, every practice of seeing was but looking deep into the patterns of life.  Whether these patterns were towards freedom, healing or even new beginnings, there is a moment when the act of seeing gets in the way of the flow of power which courses through the veins,

The pathways are so often filled with materialism.  Gathering that thing, that object, that even lite touch on the earth becomes too much… and darkness opens wide like sitting on the edge of a cliff gazing deep into the abyss.  For many, many shaman, healers and practitioners, this causes them to turn back and look square into the tonal and make better choices about how to proceed.  These are powerful and skilled practitioners of the art.  But for the deeply committed seer it is the brink of complete release of everything personal.  He sees that even the clothing on his back is a mask to manipulate, manage and market from the tonal’s fixed position that even the dreaming visions are but resonant frequencies of managing the tonal.

The fear and confusion can overwhelm.  The predatory natures prey on the tonal and react with re-doubled efforts to pull the seer back towards the brilliant vibrations and hollow visions.  They whisper, “just do this, just create that, just move with intent to aid others who have not walked this far.”   This is a trick of self-importance and the lure of keepers of the keys to locked doors.  When these doors are unlocked they prove to be but another repetition of the same old thing.  This time it costs even more personal power to walk from these rooms filled with expectations and dramas.  So easy to do it again, because mastery means it is easy to do over and over.  Yet hell is a place where we keep doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.

The weight of this act of intent, to truly turn away from the familiar is so heavy it could bring certain ordinary death.  This could be interpreted as freedom.  But a warrior does not enter this phase haphazardly or carelessly.  He entered this phase with a renewed vigor and intensity.  How?  By truly removing everything that stand in his path.  By wandering away from the lure of the ordinary… by stepping into the unknown with nothing but intent as his guide.

The eye does not see because the eye is caught in the frequencies, the morphogenic fields created by the world to keep things always the same.  The warrior traveler does not fret, though every battle he has walked may course once more through his veins like a curse.  It is a time of complete discipline to not fall prey to the familiar.  It is a time to be completely open… it is a time to change even the concepts around seeing and the path into a dance with INTENT.

Burning away what no longer serves, acts as a beginning step.  Releasing to the wind is an act of complete trust for the universe is a wide and wild place from which he came and to which he can return free.  The visit to this earth is a blessing, a wonderful way to recharge the batteries of his being and to again fly beyond.