Noche de San Juan
St John the Baptist night is a much celebrated party in the mediterrean and as I am currently visiting the area, I had the opportunity to celebrate it with the local people. It went something like this: We went to the beach, lighted some candles, had our dinner and then we went to the sea at mid-night and jumped over the waves several times (I forgot the number...) It was great fun and it is to say that the mediterrean is seriously beautiful. I can only make a hint of the symbolism of this night.
On another note, I am pretty much reminded of don Juan's words these days:
On another note, I am pretty much reminded of don Juan's words these days:
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times," don Juan continued, "was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The foreign installation 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. A sad day indeed! That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. 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," don Juan continued, "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."






