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Shamanic Dreaming
Excerpt from 'The Art of Stalking Parallel Perception'
I am the dreamer who dreamt my child, who was taught by the Dream Maker, the old nagual Lujan. He taught my child and my child returned to me, the dreamer, who became the awakened man that transmits the inner child through the stories of the dreams. The Dream Maker is my benefactor. He found me in the dream of an adult.
I was in a building, in an elevator on the eightieth floor, when enormous fear engulfed me - I knew the elevator was going to plummet to the ground and suddenly I was traveling downwards at a massive speed. I bent my legs and grabbed hold of the railing, afraid that my legs would be snapped backwards at the knees from the impact, and as I braced myself I heard an explosion and a thunderous sound manifested all around me. I had arrived and was not injured at all. There were dust particles in the air as I walked out of the elevator into a strange environment. I couldn’t define the walls or the size of the room and as I was scanning with my eyes a feeling of great oppression hit my chest. This oppression transformed into the growl of a jaguar that was lurking in the shadows. I heard the growl from different positions all at once, as if I was surrounded, and I was. Fear engulfed me once again. I did not want to be mauled and die that way. Grappling with my fear, I looked upwards and turned that fear into the growl itself. Then I noticed envelopes falling from above and as they hit the ground I realized there were men in the room, hiding in the shadows. They were watching me. I felt their intentions piercing through the fabric that was my being. I knew they were testing me. I then proceeded to pick up one of the envelopes and saw a name. ‘Why would I need this name?’ I thought to myself in perplexed wonderment. Suddenly the room turned black, and what appeared in front of me was a long, rectangular corridor. As I became more familiar with its texture and atmosphere, it expanded in size. I looked into it and realized I would have to take one step up to get there, yet I dared not, for I knew the energetic implication of taking that step was beyond my strength.
Peering into the shadows I saw a figure standing at the end of that corridor. He looked like an Oriental warrior, clad in ancient traditional black leather armor. He stepped forward and when his right foot hit the ground the atmosphere rippled as if it had tangible substance. He then left the ground and flew towards me horizontally through the air. Upon his approach the pressure that ensued from his body entered me and every fiber of my being was infused with his presence. He landed on his right knee with his left foot firmly planted on the ground in front. His right forearm shielded his downward gaze and his left palm pushed towards the ground by his side. The word ‘Lujan’ entered my body, whilst simultaneously a golden sphere with a blue glow was propelled towards me from the center of his being and stabilized itself within my heart. At this point I was instantaneously transported to a dream scene of electrifying beings and an auditory phenomenon that were the preliminary energetic stabilizers of my awareness within the truth of that universe which interacts with us within multiple dimensions.
“This is yours to give to the dreamer, little one.”
When he spoke I realized that I was a child, and upon that realization, the dream scene disappeared. The next thing I knew I was standing near running water and there was a bridge in front of me that curved over a brook in an elegant arc. I looked to the center of the bridge and saw a man gazing over the edge. He turned to his left and looked directly at me. As I returned his gaze I realized I knew him but could not quite put together how I knew him. His gaze was fierce and unrelenting and he had a full, medium length beard and thick, brown, shoulder-length hair. As he faced me I realized his physical strength was beyond anything I had ever known. His voice was direct and commanded my attention.
“My name is Somai. Your inner child has absorbed the old nagual Lujan’s luminosity and has been qualified, and through this qualification you have also inherited his name. You must turn this power that is your inner child into that advisor that we all seek, to bring clarity within the world that encompasses your very being. The Dream Maker, who is your benefactor, needs you to understand that I am your strength and power of clarity, for you have been waylaid by the cloak that has been pressed upon you within your childhood and is saturating your life as a man. When you first entered the nagual’s realm fear encased you as you fell. To rediscover the inner child one must dive deep into ones soul and often fear is the catalyst one must wrestle with. The jaguar you heard that delivered a feeling of oppression through the sensation of pressure on your chest, which would devour you, was Jagür. She represents the energetic imprints of socialization of the time and circumstances in which you were born. The very presence of Jagür demanded through her challenge that you drop that socialization. Then the growl became yours and as you looked up your benefactor became available by virtue of that void within you, and when the envelopes dropped, this was the automatic energetic assumption that you may now step forward and be counted.
“Understand that your perception is being split by four and that it will take a lifetime to come to terms with this anomaly. The first split of perception is the childlike view; which will yield clarity of heart that is unwavering within its purity. The second split of perception is that of the adult witness; which will be your ability to exercise uncompromising, direct knowing, and communication of truth through language. The third split of perception is the Architect of observation; which is to know beyond what is to be known, and to combine the previous two speeds as intuitive states that are recalled and relayed back within dimensional imagery connected to energetic units of information from the luminous realm. The Architect represents a state of being which goes beyond clarity of heart and direct knowing; it is the witness that comprehends the hidden fabric that is difficult to understand through syntax. This is the gift the nagual passes to you, combined with the forth split of perception. The forth split of perception has to do with an energetic portion of the nagual Lujan and relates to the luminous beings he was in contact with. This forth split is also interlaced with our alien experiences, which will yield to you hieroglyphs to reveal a system of syntax that lays foundation to what needs to be known by those who enquire.”
As he spoke I was simultaneously impacted by a vision of those hieroglyphs. They appeared as if compressed in a golden-white powdered dust and this visual image flew towards me, imprinting somehow as a unit of memory upon my inner silence. This impacted energetic unit of information was a direct lesson in real time and how the puzzle of events finds sequentiality within the seemingly random tapestry that power applies. My attention was drawn back to the sound of Somai’s voice and the vision of the hieroglyphs sank into my subconscious as he continued.
“Portions of this energetic universe will be available to those who access real time as a composite of awareness, and when they apply this discipline they will inherit the perceptions outlined. Be aware that these split perceptions function as one even though they are separate. Remember that avenues of awareness will bombard your cognitive system and be further compacted and enhanced into real time by time capsules of reviewal. In transmitting this information to others be aware that such adaptability has to be reinforced continually to overcome the stubborn imprints of socialization, so that those you teach may comprehend more than one avenue of perception simultaneously. Your task is to deliver clarity and remind the enquirer of which avenues of awareness they are caught in by passing on this information.
“You must come to terms with all these elements intertwined and understand that the name Lujan is given to your inner child so that when you are beckoned by this very name you will assume the strength and the knowing of the nagual, the one you have witnessed as a child, who is your true Architect of observation. You will need his strength for there are those who will challenge what you present. Know that they are waiting within their prospective corners and by knowing that be strengthened by the idea that your integrity is a boundary that cannot be warped by those who focus from different angles that exist within their perception. For once they leave their corner to challenge you, you will automatically know from whence they came. Your observational fortitude will keep your adult witness in pure balance, for how can that which you already know offend you?
“I am one portion of the Dream Maker, the buoyant adult that will exist inside of your decision making capacities. When you remember me you will think of nothing and only know as a witness that there is an Architect of observation beyond your view. This will be your ultimate clarity and your heart is where your power will lie. You are being split now, beyond your comprehension. Where you are split will be revealed to you as time compacts itself upon your awareness. You are yet to remember dreamings that have impacted you within this scene. These memories will release nuggets of information that will further collapse your cognitive system into that which you do not yet understand. You must come with me now back to the Dream Maker and exercise your buoyant witness, which will not interfere with the Architect of observation that needs full expression. Close your eyes and we shall be transported back to the Dream Maker, permanently integrated as one adult being.”
When I opened my eyes I was there in that room where I had first met the Dream Maker. From behind me I heard the Dream Maker’s unmistakably direct voice.
“Look in front of you,” he commanded. “Do not turn around.”
What I saw before me was an empty void, then within that void people appeared and I watched them from above. They were interacting, unaware of my presence or that I was observing them, and within their energy field was a cloak. I could see this cloak pressing and distorting their inner perception by covering their inner child, and within that pressure I realized they only perceived the distortion and nothing else. What struck me more than anything was that this self-imposed cloak was so connected to their inner child that they actively passed it to one another through immature interactions, and their limitations were reinforced by those interactions. I was watching the projection of a thread from the cloak, when my auditory faculties were invaded by a crackling sound that transported me once again to a dream within a dream, at which point the Dream Maker called to me.
“Come back. Focus on that thread which has been projected from the cloak but do not be caught within that dimension where you have been led. The thread itself will translate the information necessary for you to remember what needs to be assimilated and within that assimilation dimensions of dreaming will be delivered. The truth cannot be hidden from your gaze. See that your knowing cannot be manipulated. Notice that permeation equals saturation and this saturation is where ones energy is lost and consumed. Drama is the key to the cloak’s dominance. Objectivity is lost and therefore clarity is absorbed within the drama itself. The drama is the cloaked intention that obscures our inner silence and creates a barrier to insight. This is the loop where humanity gets caught.
“The interconnective aspect of the thread that is projected by the cloaked inner child travels through time and space. The main resonance within that thread has its basic elemental structure formulated through the self-imposed idea of fear, which is an imprint. Understand that a state of inner withdrawal has to be brought about for those on the path of self-realization, and the primary reason for this is to subdue that imprint by drawing vital distance from the immersion in that cloaked activity. The cloak is projected through the host and the ensuing pressure of socialization can enliven any held memory of visual or auditory content, which is the paw of that jaguar you have witnessed relentlessly pressuring its circumstances to comply. See that the cloak is thrown as a thread to affect those individuals seeking vital distance to bring about their own enlightenment. The interconnective aspect must be realized so one may clearly define ones intuitive, crystal clear thoughts that erupt from silence and that definition can be absolutely identified in terms of separation from absorption, which has been corrupted by manipulation and is the basic elemental structure of the cloak itself. The cloak develops a symbiotic relationship with us through self-imposed dependency - it knows us completely and travels on our silences. What we had before this imposition was the intensity of these silences. The cloak has taken our intensity and replaced our refinement through limiting our self-actualization. The reason we forget ourselves is that we have adapted it into our being through the limiting aspect of a loop of repetition, which has become a shortfall of syntax. When we interact with this cloaked intention we nourish unwholesome limiting behaviors.”
I watched the scene in front of me with my attention fully focused within the dimensional imagery being portrayed, as the Dream Maker continued his descriptive elucidation.
“When a clear individual travels on their own intensity they can become aware of the threads that are being projected from the self-imposed cloak. At this particular stage in the life of an actualized individual there is a possibility of confusion. The hair that is being split is so subtle and the struggle for ones power so important. See the cloak for what it is; it is our creation and has been locked inside of us since childhood. The power of our joined dream has brought what is hidden to the surface. We have been taught to be surreptitious. As children we hide what’s been given to us in undefined parts of ourselves that cannot find resolve, and in doing so we create what haunts us and forget how it came to pass. The innocence of children is so easily cloaked by adult intentions, within their denials and their inability to do what has to be done. That denial is what translates into the realm that acts upon us all and we all co-operate. We create a collective shadow and it takes on a life of its own. See how the compromises of your world exchange that which used to be yours for the corruption of the pressure that the cloak applies. Your silences you must see and your ears must be clear to remember what I say. Calm your heart and clear your mind. The sound of my voice will transport you into the subtleties of those you observe. You must know what you see.”
As the Dream Maker spoke his wisdom transported me into the folly of what I was observing, which was the entrapment that all human beings engage in. He continued with the unmistakable assuredness of one who knows.
“There is an unclean exchange that occurs, where energy is traded on an abusive basis that allows mutual compromise. You will see that the most destructive element of interaction is the venom-laden tongue of gossip, which degenerates conscious awareness and which humanity is grossly aware of. The predominance of this poison tongue destabilizes ones personal power and instills confusion, fear and a cloud of animosity that cloaks awareness within a state of impedance, which inhibits transparency and must be overcome. Under this auspice awareness is directed to unfruitful positions, misdirection disguises the actions of unwholesome socialization, and collectively and individually we are waylaid. Through the mechanisms of this nefarious network ulterior motives can be fulfilled and our primary needs foregone. Under the guise of that waylaying principle, the most elaborate traps are set forth to hold and control, and these traps are delivered through repetition, the very tool which is needed to gain the power to sustain that shadow. Once a certain threshold of control is established, conscious awareness, in terms of what is really relevant, will be swept into a surreptitious undercurrent until it becomes necessary to reassert that waylaying principle on breakaway elements so as to ensure the agenda is not interfered with. However in reality the routine of control is never relinquished, it is just adapted and reassigned, sensationalized to give existence itself its distorted meaning. Without that repetition surely weakness would be dropped. The influence of this imposition is strong.”
In the scene taking place in front of me I was viewing transparency and truth being swept into that unnecessary, surreptitious undercurrent. A moment later the scene had disappeared and there was only blackness, the blackness of the room. I heard a sound off to my left - the growling of Jagür – and when I looked in that direction I saw a figure approaching me from the darkness. At first I could not make out his features. On his approach he spoke.
“You cannot turn around to the Dream Maker at this moment. My name is Lucien. I am one of the four companions that have traveled with the Dream Maker, your benefactor, for many years. Our responsibility is to imprint upon you the intellectual conceptualizations that you need to know. Your dreaming awareness will be drawn to us until we have completed the task at hand. We will talk of concepts that have dimension and within those concepts will be buried inversions, those time capsules which you will need to access to enable you to go beyond any form of entrapment that may wish to ensnare your awareness and drag it away from the lessons at hand.
“If ones personal life is not clear or powerful, then preoccupations will steal from you, the dreamer, the all-encompassing realm of power that is our heritage as human beings. Preoccupation saturates awareness with a disjointed fusion of imagery and emotion which is projected and added to what should be unimpeded circumstances, incapacitating our natural ability to discover the connecting link that exists in our waking world, appearing in the dream of ourselves to wake us up and alert us to the fact that we are the self-actualized Architect of observation. To be clear is to dream and to dream is to be clear. We must cultivate our daytime clarity as a stepping-stone to a state of power. Remember, we are interlaced energetically with our universe, even though it appears as a concrete construct, and our magic as human beings is to shift between two realms: one that is solid and one that is composed of energy that appears to be solid, in dreams. Behind those dreams is pure energy, but unfortunately what most of humanity accesses is three times removed from that circumstance, which is why it can be so difficult to realize why we dream what we dream.
“You must give up the hierarchical system of measurement that has been forced upon you, so you will appear in a way that you should, and that emergence will be like water. You will then fall appropriately to the lowest position, which in truth is neither higher nor lower but mimics form, and through this mimicry you will be able to identify the oncoming agendas. Free expression will be the adaptation of this phenomenon and your awareness will never be corrupted because of that fluid adaptation.”
I became transfixed at that point. I realized that a command had been thrown at me through a suggestion that Lucien had engineered. I looked into his dilated pupils and began to make out the features of the man that was in front of me. His eyes were shaped like almonds and he had a strong, hawk-like appearance, with a finely chiseled nose and high cheekbones that protruded gently from his angular face. His lips were thick and his hair was jet black, held in place by a high ponytail that disappeared down the length of his back. He was dressed only in loose fitting, full-length black pants and his upper body was rippling with muscles. He seemed to be around six foot one or six foot two and was not carrying an ounce of fat. On his upper left pectoral muscle he bore a tattoo, which was a tribal representation of a lizard, surrounded by various angled shapes that swept over his shoulder and down the length of his arm. He wore gold earrings, clasped tightly on his earlobes and one gold ring on his right index finger. I was certainly impressed with the strength that exuded from this man. Lucien’s coffee colored skin made me imagine that he was a tribal leader from some obscure South Pacific island. My revelries were interrupted by the soft, melodic tone of his voice.
“Lujan, my responsibility is to awaken the adult witness which has merged with you, that man you met upon the bridge. To integrate this part you must be prompted on the level of your mind to understand concepts that seem to emerge from nowhere but are transmitted through language. When this is completed my task will be fulfilled. When you put your head on the pillow each night and fall asleep my companions and I will be awaiting you with the intellectual conceptualizations that you must know of so that you may become a pundit for our knowing. I will now send you back to your world.” He clapped his hands and light exploded in my head as his last words rang in my ears. “You know you are responsible. Make good these lessons. A portion of the nagual Lujan now lives permanently within you.”
I knew I had dreamt myself through my benefactor’s power, and the words of Lucien were infused within my being, confirming on a deep level what needed to be known. Since then I have known my name to be Lujan.
Upon waking the next morning I was filled with elation. The experiences that had been left with me on an auditory and visual level were the most exciting of my life. Something within me had switched over to another speed; I now had access to four realms, four realities. I was becoming aware of four flows that speed past each other, yet combine within their passing and in between these four realities I was left buoyant, realizing I could draw from each in multiples, and this drawing was formless, abstract. I had remembered an aspect of the dream scene that was absorbed, which relayed the information to me that buoyancy is our gift, to give and receive. This is where our true wisdom and abundance lies. I believed that I was truly seeing the spirit. It was an adaptive speed and within this adaptation no agendas were connected, only the formless knowing of what to do and what not to do in comparison with any circumstance. I was racing at a tremendous pace towards something yet I did not know what that something was and at the point when I wondered what it was, it appeared. I was viewing the intensities of the positive sense of myself projected towards the future, my future. I knew then that we must dream ourselves forward with a fluid adaptation, which corresponds to the Architect of observation and becomes multi-dimensional within its lateralization. This was one of the lessons that the old nagual had passed on to me.
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