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- since19791
I bought myself a flamboyant leopard-print rug. It ties the room together nicely.
- bklyndroobeki0
Non vegans, how do you eat this stuff?
On crackers? Bread? Any health benefits?- Salad NiçoiseGnash
- Tuna, caper, and lemon pasta
http://www.epicuriou…Gnash - with a dirty fork out of a coffee mugscarabin
- with tomatoes and anchovies
http://www.jamieoliv…Gnash - or what scar said, that sounds niceGnash
- Those are kinda niche. I think I've seen them on pizza in Italy too.monospaced
- Salad, sandwiches, pasta, straight out of the jar. Healthy but not too much because heavy metal or something.MrT
- What's a jar of that run? Why not just fry up a tuna filet?section_014
- scarabin: I buy these and eat it exactly like that. Plastic fork, btw. LOL. Sometimes I use crackers.
-_-sofakingback - also, these are super good.sofakingback
- HijoDMaite1
@bkly
i think this food is more generational than anything. packaging fish in oil and cans was probably done out of convenience for shipping all over the world. now we have fresh everything anytime.
These are packed full of nutrients. Proteins and essential fatty acids (good fat) nothing but omega 3 and omega 6 EFA's.
I once saw an interview of some migrants from Mexico that described their experience crossing the Arizona desert to come to the U.S. They talked about being out in the sun and the elements for days and days finding shelter and water. He packed his backpack full of cans of sardines in oil and gatorade powder. that is all they ate. As soon as they stopped to rest when they absolutely could not go anymore they would eat a can and drink a gatorade mix. He said that combination would give them the strength to keep walking for hours. An instant jolt of energy!
Anyway those jars of tuna are just another hipster rebranding of old timey products like these. I prefer my tuna in a can, in water never oil, but that's just the way I grew up eating it.
On another disgusting note my mother in-law is German and she eats this jarred fish below, it looked so disgusting to me that I actually refused to even try it and I usually try everything at least once. lol
- I love these packages :)
and that rusli is just raw herring in onion juice, ppl in eastern europe eat that with vodka :)sted - but fish has always been canned and put in jars for practical reasons. i.e. it doesn't stink and make you shit through both ends.fadein11
- UK still has shelves full of canned fish. Good stuff, very good for you.fadein11
- hipster trend wouldn't work over here as it's everywhere anyway.fadein11
- Beautiful packaging/ I will give the it a go again I think... My folks and I used to eat these as well (with sliced tomato) back in the day. need the omegas.bklyndroobeki
- Agree with you about the hipster packaging.bklyndroobeki
- I love these packages :)
- face_melter7
^ you should all try sill if you can
Marinaded/pickled raw herring, in a jar with various flavourings - mustard, shalot, tomato (my favourite, actually). eaten with boiled new potatoes and hardbread for the occasional bone. Simple to make and tastes great, like a lot of Swedish food - made with basic, plentiful, ingredients.
- wow! maybe i will give them a try, but fuck man I don't think my tastebuds were built for this. I'm Mexican!HijoDMaite
- oh they are lol :D we ate these with some mustard and spicy pepper.sted
- herring is good. never tried the flavoured onesGnash
- +1fadein11
- It's definitely an acquired taste but it's delicious.martinadolfsson
- Dancing Queensureshot
- I was given it to try one of the first times I came here and was like WTF, but it's genuinely great. Man, now I really want some. I'll have it at the weekend :Dface_melter
- Had pickled herring in Copenhagen last year, part of a smorresbrød. It was... interesting.i_monk
- No thank youutopian
- Don't forget: fresh potatoes, eggs in half, sourcream and dill.Peter
- And chives. Is that the word?
http://wasahof.se/wp…Peter - ^ yup, chives. looks goodGnash
- I had this in Bremen a couple years ago, tasty!maquito
- wow. I am literally so tired I read the bottom middle one as "Abba TOTALSHIT" even after a couple glanceskona
- Shit like this is why I'm terrified of the idea of going on holiday to Norway, Sweden or Iceland. I'd starve.detritus
- detritus, I agree. every tim i see food from Scandinavian countries i'm grossed out. cold fish and this? https://i.kinja-img.…HijoDMaite
- Yes. There's definitely only one kind of food of food in those, and other countries.Peter
- When your partner only goes to fucking fish restaurants there is.detritus
- All they serve in Norway is bubblin' crude in a viking longboat and they kill you if you don't finish it all. Even at the 7/11.face_melter
- I think I see the problem nowPeter
- cbass99-1
Trying hard to click "Fail of the Day" and not the one above or below cause I'm at work.
- since19791
I think Apple needs me to be the next Steve Jobs.
- how do you look in a turtle neck?kona
- i can pull it offsince1979
- i think apple needs to make elon musk the ceopockets
- forget elon. vote since1979since1979
- What Apple needs is more Chinese children slaves to pump more of their cheap fucking garbage out to the sheople.utopian
- they have plenty of those already...they need idearsssince1979
- since19791
I like what Microsoft's doing right now. They have no room for me ;)
- HijoDMaite8
LOL my wife has a tramp stamp with a Pisces sign and she isn't even a Pisces anymore! HAHAA
- Lol someone's sleeping on the couch tonight.pango
- lol pangopockets
- she changed her sign?Bennn
- you noticed just now?sted
- Is that why you married her? tramp stamp?2002
- oh man this is bad a post laughing at my wife on the front page :( Sorry baby.HijoDMaite
- it stays! ahahah :Dsted
- @benn. no the sign changed human.pango
- lolmoldero
- the signs didnt changeHayoth
- dates for some signs changed i think, eh? so if you were previously on the cusp you may be something different nowmicrokorg
- nothing changed just some idiots made you think that when nasa released an article about how the dates should look if they had something to do with astronomysted
- since19792
the kids are alright. the next generations coming up will do some of the smartest things yet
- pockets1
so ive met a girl i actually kinda dig..first time in 10 years.
- She's nine?detritus
- sorry, very shit joke.detritus
- bout timespl33nidoru
- it happenssince1979
- took me years to find someone who both could tolerate me and I her for an extended period. would've been nice if'd been earlier, but i'm glad it happened at alldetritus
- which is to say, Good Luck to You :)
xdetritus - seal the deal and send her a 3d model of ur johnsonscarabin
- lol @ scarafadein11
- spl33nidoru0
I slept like a baby my whole life.
Got my dream job a few months ago and my nights have been a mess since, nightmares and insomnia etc...
- living the dreamPonyBoy
- dream the living?Gnash
- subconcious fear of losing it?BabySnakes
- Stress?studderine
- For me it was the other way around.monospaced
- That's where you're going wrong, doing a dream job instead of working in your waking hoursset
- worried you're gonna fuck it up? muhahahahahaharobthelad
- yeah I think it's a mix of unexpected frustrations with the job that sometimes make me reconsiderspl33nidoru
- + the fear of looking back in the future and feeling like this was as good as it was ever gonna get and I fucked it up by not realising some frustration is okspl33nidoru
- have you recently cut back or quit any substances you may have been over using before the job? symptoms sounds like withdrawal. added irritability?imbecile
- pango0
Just built my self a pc. and Jesus there are so many drivers and updates you have to run before the computer operates properly.
- how much $$$ total cost?
Specs?Bennn - aye, it's tricky... but once it's done?
WOOMPH!detritus - https://i.ytimg.com/…scarabin
- hahaGnash
- I mean, what a drag. Hope you work it out before summer holidays!Gnash
- $950 after tax. i still have $50 rebate to claim.
Asus B150M-A/M.2, i5 6400 3.2ghz, GTX1060 3GB, 16GB RAM.pango - Reasons I had mine custom built buy a place like cyberpowerpc, i would rather pay $ then pay with my sanityBabySnakes
- +550w power surprise, mATX Case.pango
- Fuck apple that's why. And i want to relearn how pc works. thought best way is to do everything my self.pango
- almost went to china to join the assembly line.pango
- hang in thereGnash
- 215 updates so far. this is normal right? lolpango
- what os?sted
- Windows 7 ultimate.pango
- not even doing the recommended updates. NO I DONT WANT SKYPE!pango
- 550 Power *Supplies. My phone is too asian...pango
- yeah win7 is 7 years old so wait for it....sted
- i can fap to thisPonyBoy
- http://a.fod4.com/im…mekk
- custom PC are su cheap and you can have so much powerBennn
- Win7 isn't even supported on the latest Intel chipsets (assuming you bought Intel). Why not Win10?section_014
- it's supported by the stuff he bought. pango make sure you install the mainboard drivers from Asussted
- Building mine was the best PC decision I have made. Well, 2nd. First was getting a G4 Quicksilver for about 200 quid 10yrs ago. Still runs.face_melter
- Yup did that. Got win7 cuz I thought the design of the OS has less bullshit.pango
- Similar spec as mine. Was painful as fuck but great way to learn. I'd go mad with windows though. Building this for gaming or work?mugwart
- Game and freelance.
Lol I have a iMac win10 and winxp at work.pango
- how much $$$ total cost?
- BabySnakes0
These ready to go themes for WP and Magento have all these nice features. I just have to go through configuration hell to make them work like on the demo.
- Some themes have configs what you can import...sted
- ya i am able for some stuff, i really shouldn't be complaining for all the work i don't have to do.BabySnakes
- pablo280
Yahoo Mail today
- vero_vandal-2
Took my daughter to school, stepped in dog shit, trying to shortcut the sidewalk. Serves me right.
- set-3
Don Juan said, "This is the appropriate time of day for doing what I am asking you to do. It takes a moment to engage the necessary attention to do it. Don't stop until you catch that fleeting black shadow."
I did see some strange fleeting black shadow projected on the foliage of the trees. It was either a shadow going back and forth or various fleeting shadows moving side-to-side or straight up in the air. They looked lie fat black fish to me, enormous fish. It was as if gigantic swordfish were flying in the air. I was engrossed in the sight. Then, finally, it scared me. It became to dark to see the foliage, yet I could still see the fleeting black shadows.
"What is it, don Juan?" I asked.
"[Long ago, the native sorcerer/shamans of Mexico] discovered that we have a companion for life," he said, as clearly as he could. "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."
It was very dark around us, and that seemed to curtail any expression on my part. If it had been daylight, I would have laughed my head off. In the dark, I felt quite inhibited.
"It's pitch black around us," don Juan said, "but if you look out of the corner of your eye, you will still see fleeting shadows jumping all around you."
He was right. I could still see them. Their movement made me dizzy. Don Juan turned on the light, and that seemed to dissipate everything. Don Juan said, "You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. 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."
Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."
"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took 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, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part. I heard myself saying, "No, no, no, no. 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?"
"Yes, it infuriates me," I retorted. "Those claims are monstrous!"
"Well," he said, "you haven't heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. "I'm going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I'm going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts; and you cannot get up and leave because you're caught. Not because I'm holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!"
There was something in me which I felt was a 'glutton for punishment'. He was right. I wouldn't have left the house for the world; and yet I didn't like one bit the inanities he was spouting. Don Juan said, "I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction 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 beliefs; our ideas of good and evil; our social mores. The predators 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?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he 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, meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver- stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous maneuver 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, and filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered, and its 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. The predators ensure in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear."
"It's not that I can't accept all this at face value, don Juan," I said. "I could, but there's something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand. "If it's true that they eat us, how do they do it?"
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns. There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us.
"How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you... and not so much because they don't believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators' existence."
My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously?
Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever. I felt another wave of a threatening sensation. The wave didn't stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without looking at me anymore.
"Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point," he said, "do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see." He got up to turn off the lights. I stopped him. "No, no, don Juan," I said, "don't turn off the lights. I'm doing okay."
What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew something viscerally, but I wouldn't dare touch it, or bring it to the surface, not in a million years!
"You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees," don Juan said, sitting back against his chair. "That's pretty good. I'd like you to see them inside this room. You're not seeing anything. You're just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that."
I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned on the lights.
"What a temperamental fellow!" he said. "A total disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you're going to swell up like a big toad and burst."
Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico," he said, "saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground.
"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man."
I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn't there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favorite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.
"What are you saying, don Juan?" I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe.
"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."
Don Juan's words were eliciting a strange, bodily reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The maneuver calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.
"This predator," don Juan said, "which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it's so horrific that we don't want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don't mean harsh routines. I don't mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you're blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, 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."
"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?" I asked.
Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said,"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. If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing.
"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.
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The [alien mind control of these creatures] 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.
"That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."
I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamored for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, "What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers' mind?"
"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."
I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, "Don Juan, don Juan, you're incorrigible!"
Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, "I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers' mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. 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."
He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, "The flyers' mind flees forever 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."
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. "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."
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
"Don't worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."
After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn't know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair.
"I don't know which way to turn, don Juan," I said.
"Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost." Don Juan said, "You're being torn by an internal struggle. 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 is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being 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."
Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. "We have been sitting here for hours. It's time to go into the house. I'm going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?"
I declined. My stomach was in an uproar.
"I think you'd better go to sleep," he said. "The blitz has devastated you."
I didn't need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.
[When I arrived] home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn't have the self as its focal point.
My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn't find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan's line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable. The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves.
The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before. I attributed my reaction to don Juan's influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.
The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn't find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.
The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, "I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can't. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators."
"Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see," don Juan said with a smile. I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.
"The flyers' mind has not left you," don Juan said. "It has been seriously injured. It's trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers' mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.
"You see, the flyers' mind has no competitors. When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you've done something of worth. The flyers' mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, 'Yes, of course, it is nonsense,' you will say. That's the way they overcome us.
"The flyers are an essential part of the universe, and they must be taken as what they really are; awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe," he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, "and it's because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.
"The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue."
- tl;dr;adi_monk
- too many wordscbass99
- pussiesset
- quite a story matevero_vandal
- I can see why you like that, set...
"When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition" ;)detritus - hahaset
- I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery... that's the part what i most likested
- Castaneda? it's been a whileGnash
- TL;DR version? by any chance?feel
- http://i.imgur.com/M…pablo28
- tl;dr Carlos Castaneda was a fraud, an abuser and a charlatan who made up a religion and rode to fame, money and sex on the backs of indigenous people.Gnash
- ^
http://www.straightd…Gnash - lol, I've always liked you gnash but that opinion is utterly retarded.set
- I remember the mainstream media calling the toltec tradition a suicide cult. Hahahaset
- i don't subscribe to that pov but always good to have diff perspectives.Gnash
- I devoured his books in my late teensGnash
- I always read them as allegory. I don't remember ever thinking any of it was actually biographicalGnash
- i thought don juan was fun fiction, but i knew it was fake going inscarabin
- In my experience the flyers are real. Dreaming is real. I've met people in dreaming and can both confirm what happened the next day...set
- I taught myself to drive in dreaming and passed my test without taking a lesson. Bless you for 'knowing' it's fake though. What is, exactly?set
- Don Miguel Ruiz stuff is more accessible. It has solid life changing practices in it without the far out stuff that some people's minds can't bare to entertainset
- i'm talking about mescalito and spirit beings 'n' shit. the experiences he claimed to have. i approached it as fiction but still enjoyed and was inspired by itscarabin
- i dreamed i fucked a 40 foot praying mantis but it doesn't make it truescarabin
- Link to audio book plsbklyndroobeki
- read it all. interesting but the ending is shit.oey
- @bklyn
https://youtu.be/2VU…set