I think, therefore I am... not

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Rene Descartes, the father of western philosophy, has equated of fundamental being with thinking. He is famous for saying “I think therefore I am”. Unfortunately, no other phrase more clearly describes the ignorance than this one.

Look at your life. It is driven by your idea that there are problems, and your search for a solution is itself an even greater problem than those ones what you're trying to solve. Well, what you resist persists.

Do you understand your mind and its proper role and purpose in your life?

All your crisis are born of the limited and conditioned way in which you think, the way you feel and experience life. Your rationalism and "common sense" have robbed you of your ability to recognize and experience the life as it is.

You have never before had access to so much knowledge. But you have gone deep into the material world, finding the perfect house, perfect car, the perfect shoes, but you have never been more limited, more ignorant of who you are.

You simply do not understand the mechanism by which you create you own suffering.

Your thinking has created your world as it is now

Without ego there is no thinking. Also, there is no credit cards debts, crisis in relationships, problems at work... These external things in your world reflect a serious inner crises; you don’t know who you are.

As you're now, you're completely identified with "me and mine" identity, consumed by fears and are cut off from your true nature. Race, religion, country, political affiliation, any group that you belong to, all reinforce your false identity.

Have you noticed that all your "belongings" are actually limitation on yourself.

People experience completely different thoughts and emotional reactions to the very same events. Pay attention. What do you want to experience is up to you and this makes your world.

You don't see the world, you only see your own thoughts

Examine your life honestly, without lying to yourself

Are you able to stop your robotic, repetitive life if you want to? Can you stop seeking pleasure and avoiding pain, are you addicted to certain foods and hobbies? Are you constantly complaining, judging and blaming, criticizing yourself and others? Does your mind incessantly seek out stimulus, or are you completely fulfilled just being in silence? Do you react to how people think about you? Are you seeking approval and positive reinforcement?

You experience life the same way today as they will tomorrow and a year from now, and ten years from now. Begin to observe your robot-like nature, be aware of that. Recognize the depth of the problem.


Carlos Castaneda, his last book Active Side of Infinity

We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!

This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.

No, no, no, no, Carlos replies. This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone.

Why not? don Juan asked calmly. Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior.

Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.

But how can they do this, don Juan? Carlos asked, somehow angered further by what don Juan was saying. Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?

No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic! don Juan said, smiling. They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist.

A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind.

The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.

I know that even though you have never suffered hunger... you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuvre is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied.

Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.

The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when the predator made its appearance on Earth. 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. What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. 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.

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