String Theory, or the essential structure
The deep sea of awareness, the boundless, that which surrounds, the space between, these and more are attributed to this Nahuatl word about the world that is not tonal. Its origins are deeply connected to the practice of shape shifting in a shamanic sense where ones nagual was the animal one became in the dream time. The ancients were masters of projecting their awareness into the “other world” and flying, hunting, or seeking the necessities for the tribe. If the tonal is the bright vibrational energies of all we know, the nagual is that which surrounds the tonal and more.
Where the tonal is easy to define, because it is the essence of the defined, the nagual has become in this tradition a most elusive word. At times it is used to denote a place beyond. At times it is used to denote a person. At times it is used to denote energy. At times it is used to denote the indefineable. In all cases it has an air of mystery. Its elusiveness seems beyond grasp, quicksand in the dreaming of our nighttime places.
The Road Man
Humans have become obsessed with objects. For good reason, their ancestors migrated suddenly away from this plane of existence. Thus leaving those that were behind distressed beyond their imaginings. Those humans had become so good at shifting to other worlds that this world was no longer necessary to stabilize their perceptions. Thus those left behind began to create objects and items to fixate the assemblage points here.
At first these focal points allowed the trained eye to see beyond and within. This benefited their abilities to maintain connection through dreaming to what their forefathers had taught and learned. These channels also maintained connections to history and to each other across vast distances. One could think of it as a spiritual/mental Internet. But with time, and continued power struggles from the predator, the object became more important than the energy it held.
Dreaming took on a morbid obsession with creating. What we saw within the dream, we demanded to create in reality. Great cities and structures to say nothing of alters and focal points were created. We elevated the past stories to the level of gods. Where the ancients understood the mystery and the unknown without words honoring the mother as the creator of life, these twisted seers became obsessed with technologies of spirit and specific manifestations of the unknown, not the unknown.
“Warriors have no life of their own. From the moment they understand the nature of awareness, they cease to be persons and the human condition is no longer part of their view. You have your duty as a warrior and nothing else is important. So do your best. ….. The challenge of a warrior is to arrive at a very subtle balance of positive and negative forces. This challenge does not mean that a warrior should strive to have everything under control, but that a warrior should strive to meet any conceivable situation, the expected and the unexpected, with equal efficiency. To be perfect under perfect circumstances is to be a paper warrior.” (The Eagle’s Gift)
God is all powerful, all knowing, and perfect. Ah the agony of the all, to be placed on such a low pedestal of manipulation of the masses! But then again, if our perception of perfection is not beyond our grasp, then what are gods for? To encourage us to grow, become more, better… Whatever….
Randomness and Order
What can be said about tragedy? As a spiritual warrior the word compassion is often used. We must have compassion, but must we? Is that freedom? Compassion to most ordinary people is pity. It is a sham ability to separate our selves from the experiences of others and secretly believe we are better, above or untouched by tragedy. Compassion of a warrior is freedom. Freedom, when we look deep into it, makes us aware that the universe if filled with random events and experiences, which change on a dime the directions we take. Compassion of the warrior is the awareness that we are all equal in the face of infinity and freedom. We are exactly the same.
The warrior does not feel the loss of a people half a continent away. That drama is drama of the highest kind. It is the drama of the poor-boy syndrome of self-importance. Rather the warrior knows that tragedy is a daily event everywhere and is bound up not in the random acts of violence but rather how we respond to the everywhere randomness of the universe in all its mystery and wonder. We can’t be responsible for the randomness of the universe but we can be responsible for our response to it.
Wind hollers in the night
Leaves rustle with the moonlight
Dreaming splits across the plains.
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, most of what we know, the assemblage point. This bold statement is not a random one nor one whose goal is to create a new religion, philosophy or science. Religion, philosophy and science all fall within the bounds of the assemblage point. Even these words and anything we can say or share about the current band of awareness is within the assemblage point. We do not have an assemblage point, we are the assemblage point.
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 longer I sit in the center of the whirlwind that is life, the more an awesome terrible truth of being circles around my soul and deepens as it broadens its understanding in the fractures of my thoughts. There are essentially two bundles that make the world. This was learned from a beautiful Navajo road man. Neither are in relationship to each other as one good and the other bad… Not in the slightest. One is the bundle of creation. The other the bundle of sustaining. For anything to grow and change it needs both of these energies. There must be a creation energy which feeds constantly into the new and random beauty of the world… but there must also be sustaining energies to keep whatever is born a new to grow and flourish. We plant the seed in the spring and this action requires cutting into the earth in a new way, a form of destruction necessary for the new life to occur. So every act of creation automatically begins with an act of destruction. Yet to grow that beauty through the fullness of the seasons, we have to sustain her delicate growth with water, nutrients and food. The plant grows through this sustaining power.