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Toltec Black Magic

Toltec Black Magic

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Beware the rotten apples. Yet a coin has two sides... or rather three.
Beware the rotten apples. Yet a coin has two sides... or rather three.

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Toltec Black Magic
© David J. Marsden 2002
Magical Power
 
I attended a workshop by a Mexican trainer of "magical power" near Mississauga (Canada). The trainer wasdark, short and slim, yet his skin was grayer than I expected for someone who claimed to live in a desert. Hesaid he would teach us how to use Toltec magic and that he would demonstrate how to build magical powerduring the weekend workshop.
 
Since I retired, my hobby of "ghost stories" has opened many strange doors that I wish I had looked throughwhen I was younger. If esoteric agencies and ghosts existed, I reasoned, then the next step was to find ways of banishing the more troublesome ones. Hence
Toltec Magical Power
seemed like an interesting way to spend aweekend. It certainly beat a demonstration of divination using Ouija boards and tarot cards that I had beeninvited to. That old spiritualism stuff is really slow.
 
I had enjoyed some the books of 
Carlos Castaneda
. (Castaneda portrays himself as an ultimate slow student andhis teacher,
 Don Juan Matus
as an ultimate wise guru in the shape of a Mexican sorcerer.) This trainerintroduced himself as a member of a "parallel lineage" to Castaneda, and demanded complete control during theworkshop. I thought that maybe the guy's mind was still in Mexico, but I wanted to stay so I agreed to his rules.
 
Not everybody stayed. One couple argued with him briefly and left, declaring that this was a workshop aboutbuilding power - not about giving their power away. I silently applauded them.
 
The first day was a series of meditations and movements to
open body power points
. It was interesting, butsimilar to other methods which I already knew (a common problem for workshop junkies). At the end of theday, the teacher asked for permission to visit our bodies as we slept that night; in the same way that his teacherhad done for him. Nobody challenged this - sometimes we Canadians can be too trusting. Or maybe nobodybelieved him.
 
Crazy Dreams
 
The next morning started in chaos. Three women accused the trainer of "mental abuse". This became a yellingcontest and two of the women asked for their money back. The lady who organized the workshop quicklystepped in and took charge - she was a GOOD mediator - in a few minutes we were a class again, with the angrywomen willing to work through their discomfort during the day.
 
I knew one of the angry women, Mary, fairly well. We had met at a few similar meetings. She is generally adynamo, interested in everything and willing to try anything. She is also good-looking. We chatted during abreak, and I daringly asked if she was attracted to the teacher. But no, she thought that he had a disagreeablepersonality and that his skin looked sick. She suspected that he had no real
 personal power 
- until she awokefrom a horrible dream.
 
For most of my adult life I worked as a psychotherapist, and I remain a good listener. Most people can relaxwith me and talk about what's on their mind without fear of criticism or ridicule - especially if the topic involvesghosts. Mary said that "mental rape" wasn't the half of it. It was more like deviant sexual humiliation. But shewas willing to call it a crazy dream until further notice.
 
The rest of the workshop was OK. We learned some body movements - almost dances - that were supposed tocollect power from earth energy fields. The earth energies, once collected, could be stored in the body and couldlater be used, with intent, to change things. The teacher said that our collected power might fade at night, andtold us how to recharge our magical power in the morning. He mentioned (in response to a question) that spiritsof people could also be "captured and stored" - but that he wouldn't teach us how to do that. We ended the
 
workshop listening to recordings of Mexican folk songs.
 
Mary phoned me later that week. She said that she could not sleep without re-experiencing the trainer's presence- and that she was exhausted by her dreams and her body sensations. Her descriptions were similar to peoplewho who live in haunted houses. Or maybe it was some wild transference. But I was curious if the trainer coulddeliberately leave some of his "self" or "energy" in or close to other human beings. Or perhaps the trainer couldsteal a person's "energy". Or both. Or something else.
 
Mary said that she was afraid to sleep, and that she had set an alarm clock to awaken her every fifteen minutesto avoid deep sleep. She added that her skin was starting to look gray - like the trainer's.
 
After a week or so, she phoned again, then came to my home. She directly asked me to help her. I replied that Iwas no longer practicing psychotherapy, but that I could refer her to a younger colleague. "
 No
", she said, "
not 
 that
help. I want 
 real 
help -
 magical 
help
".
 
I sighed deeply, thought about it, and sighed again. "
 I'm not a magician", Mary
", I said, "
 I'm a hobbyist, and I like checking out ghost stories. I only ...
".
 
I think I'm haunted!
 
She smiled thinly and interrupted, "
That's right - and that's why I ask. I think I'm haunted 
".
 
Well. I felt trapped by my own words. I wrote a short disclaimer and asked her to sign it - that if I ask her somequestions - that any answers that she might make or actions that she might take were her own responsibility, andthat this was free, with no payment received or expected. It was rubbish, legally, but I felt flustered, and writingit helped me organize my thoughts.
 
At my suggestion, we went to a local park, and sat by a statue of some war hero. (Everybody knows the statue,but nobody knows who he was - so much for passing fame). I wanted the sounds of nature around. Although theloudest noise was from passing traffic, a few birds assisted and mingled with the laughter of children in the playarea.
 
I followed some steps that I use to check haunted houses, to help Mary
 see
and identify what was affecting her.She tensed and started to tremble. I held her hand and repeated "
 I am with you
".
 
Mary found what she called a nest of snakes centered on her lower back. On examination, these snakes were notsnake-like - more like moving hollow tentacles that could attach to things and suck. They seemed to bring someform of energy into her body. I asked her to locate the center - and suddenly she whimpered. "
Omygod 
!", shemoaned, "
it really happened 
".
 
She said that maybe the workshop had actually "worked" and that maybe the trainer had done what he said hewould do - what she had agreed to. She could now "
steal energy
" (her words) and store it in her body - in herwomb. She said that since the bad dream during the workshop she had felt uncomfortably connected to thetrainer "through" her womb, hence a feeling that she had been raped.
 
We explored more. One of her "snakes" was longer, darker and thicker than the others, and Mary said that itcould stretch to infinity. But it seemed to "blow" energy rather than "suck". We followed the connection - to theSpanish trainer. He seemed to have a similar but larger nest of snakes; except that his "snakes" seemed to allconnect to people, of which Mary was only one. His snakes centered on his abdomen, not his lower back. Marysaid that his "snakes" looked more like pulsing umbilical cords. And he also had a had a larger, darkerconnection that appeared to send the energy to some other person...
 
This was horrific. If at all true, then people could indeed be "energy collectors". People could gather energyduring the day, and send the collected energy to someone else, at night, while they slept. And they could

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