Extinguish: niap and gnireffus

They
reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with
stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays.
And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated
man.

It follows a methodical system to
render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no
longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for
man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of
meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.

Sorcerers understand discipline as
the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our
expectations. For them, discipline is an art: the art of facing infinity without
flinching, not because they are strong and tough but because they are filled
with awe.

Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness
unpalatable to the flyer.......
The result is that the predators become bewildered.
An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than
refraining from continuing their nefarious task.

Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I
can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away
long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the
level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to
its natural size.

The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of
awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and
volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous
maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.

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.

Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end, he replied. So, through
their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation.

I am going to reveal to you
one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to
you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and
consolidate.

The flyers' mind flees
forever, he said, when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating
force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer
maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And
that's exactly what you are going to do: hold on to the energy that binds you
together.

You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?, he said. Rest assured,
that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do
exactly as I'm telling you.

I know for a fact that those
attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration
whatsoever.

You're being torn by an internal struggle, don Juan said. Down in
the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the
agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of
awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment
to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And another part of you will stand
against this situation with all its might.

The sorcerers' revolution, he continued, is that they refuse to honor
agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I
would consent to be eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My
parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's
the end of the story.

Intend them away. Set up an energy barrier around you. Be silent, and from
your silence the barrier will be constructed. Nobody knows how this is done.
It is one of those things that the old sorcerers called energetic facts. Shut off
your internal dialogue. That's all it takes.