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Carlos Castaneda - Death Defier

Carlos Castaneda - Death Defier

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Published by: Eugenijus Barzdžius on Mar 12, 2010
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CARLOS CASTENADA AND THE DEATH DEFIERAbridged From A Tensegrity LectureAs part of don Juan's lore, the "Death Defier" was/is an entity who appearedin 1725, who went to see the nagual Sebastian, who was a sexton for a churchin Tula. The nagual could work in the church and was safe there. He tookcare of bells, and other property at the church. One day an old indian cameto him and said, "I need your energy, or else I will denounce you as apractitioner of the black arts..."Of course with this, Sebastian was compelled to listen.The indian wanted energy from only the nagual. We all have an umbilical,the belly button ("the gap"). We all die from here, it's a deadly place, ahole in the energy body from which life force escapes upon death. A nagual hastwice the energy of a normal man, so the indian said that to give a minimalamount would do him no harm.This indian was actually a sorcerer from 7000 years ago, he lives today byplacing his assemblage point on different points, getting a "mortgage" onlife. He moves his assemblage point to a key position, which gives him aninsect-like quality. He then draws energy from the belly-button of thenagual, and has a "sac" into which he pulls this energy. His assemblagepoint then returns to the habitual position, then he's like everyone else.He didn't need energy until 1725. Then, he became fixed to the lineage.He gave in exchange for the nagual's energy, gifts of positions of theassemblage point. Knowledge about how to attain these new positions, andwhat to expect. Sebastion was extraordinary. He received 8 new positionsfrom this "death defier". Lujan got 52 positions! But this was not fordon Juan, he was not interested in the death defier's gifts, nor was I.But he tapped me, he couldn't help it. Munched me to death, don Juan said.I was willing to half-believe what don Juan was saying about the existanceof the death defier. Corn was found in Mexico which was carbon-14 dated to34,000 years ago. The first migration into Mexico suposedly happened only10,000 years ago, and were simple hunter/gatherers. But don Juan said thiswas not true. He said, "we both have ways of measuring time; you measure,while I...ask."One day don Juan said he'd take me to see the death defier. No problem,it's all horshshit, I thought. So he took me. Scared the living daylightsout of me. I met this Indian with the weirdest accent. The accent was onall the wrong syllables. If a word had the accent on the first syllable,he'd put it on the second. But he did it so consistently as to convince meit was genuine.The man was thin, wiry. He drove me nuts talking like that. He told me,"My eyes have feasted themselves on the helmets of the Spanish conquerors.I saw them, how they moved. I felt their discomfort, and felt how they hadto sleep with their helmets and armor on, I felt their pain. I've seenincredible things. What do you want?""Nothing!", I replied."But we have an agreement. With you, it will be difficult, for you are thelast..." Of course, he somehow knew I was to be the last nagual in thisline, yet I myself didn't know it at the time. We met in a town in Mexico,it was a Saturday. I ate cheese with him, it seemed very normal. We took awalk. The next thing I knew I was waiting for don Juan to pick me up, and
I'd had no idea what had transpired. I left with a sensation, tremendouslyold, musty, kind, foreign, unthreatening. This weird nostalgia. It's beenas if I'd been involved in a fight that had no end. This is the first timeI truly realized that there were things with no end...I woke up in a peculiar town. There was a paved road, which sloped high inthe middle, a "1st gear" road. The first thing you see walking up thishill is the hats of the mexicans on the other side. It was a peculiarsensation, a "cinematic" one for me. So, I was watching that... (By theway, don Juan found this town to be the epicenter of "energeticconvolutions".) I was waiting for don Juan with this sensation ofnostalgia, but not for my life or past, it was foreign. So old, sad, yetcharming, haunting. It's never left me, I'm always playing with thatsensation, the neverending fight, with no possibility of looking for alull. don Juan said it was poison that the death defier left me. It waslike being prone, being ready, as if something is coming. A foreignfeeling.The next time I found the death defier, was at nearly the end of don Juan'slife. A small church in Tula - met a gorgeous woman. I had much fear atthe prospect, don Juan had to literally drag me to the church. There weretwo women nearby, with 3 men coming out from the church. The 3 men wentdown the stairs, and the two women went inside. "Where is he", I wonderedto don Juan, "the men left."don Juan responded, "Who told you that the death defier is a man?" Hepointed to the woman in the last pew. don Juan emplored me to "cross"myself, to observe the customs, and not to make a spectacle. The womanturned and smiled. At this point I ran out of the church, falling prey toa bout of asthma. I'd had asthma when I was a child...don Juan asked me, "why this fear?"My family name is Carlos Arana (pronounced "Arania"), and in portugese,Arana means "spider". don Juan asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Spider?" Themore I walked away, the more tachycardia (irregular heartbeat condition)acted up. Then I got insane and simply said to don Juan, "OK, lets go",and went back to the church and sat next to the woman.She had a raspy voice, as she greeted me and held my hand, "I like yourenergy...muy bien." She took me to dreams upon dreams - 9 days I was lost,although I thought it was one. don Juan told me that I'd came toagreements that I'd not be aware of until I was "fully grown".The death defier is as real as me or don Juan. A different, but bizarrepossibility which is available to us all, not that we'll take it. Thehuman unknown is as far away as anything, but it's still within our realmof possibilities. Wow! Who are we?!Are we just some travellers caught in some disgusting trap? Maybe. Forme, I saw the death defier and don Juan as navigators. I navigate,therefore who are we? Why accept what's been handed down--nagging, senility,discontentment, repetitiveness, with endless regrets--no desicions whatsoever."I decided to come to this seminar--if it's chicken-shit, then so be it."That's the sorcerer's way. "Oh, I didn't get personal treatment..." Peoplecome, at the first twist, they tell us to go "blow our barracks". We'vegot to get rid of the ego, I say, but then it's, "Fuck you". We've got tobe as sharp as a razor, go slowly at first, then you can jump. Don't giveme this, "I volunteer for your group, take me, take me, I'll do whatever

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