Carlos Castañeda Quotes

Seek and see all the marvels around you. You will get tired of looking at yourself alone, and that fatigue will make you deaf and blind to everything else. - Don Juan

Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't then it is of no use to us.

"- Ma seule raison, c'est de vouloir vraiment apprendre, juste pour savoir. Je vous assure, Don Juan, que mes intentions ne sont pas mauvaises.
- Je vous crois, je vous ai fumé.
- Je vous demande pardon ?
- C'est sans importance. Je connais vos motifs.
- Vous voulez dire que vous voyez à travers moi ?
- Si vous voulez.
- Alors vous m'apprendrez ?
- Non.
- Parce que je ne suis pas Indien ?
- Non. Parce que vous ne connaissez pas votre cœur. Ce qui est important, c'est que vous sachiez exactement pourquoi vous voulez entreprendre cette étude. Etudier le "Mescalito" ; c'est une chose très sérieuse. Si vous étiez Indien, le seul fait de souhaiter l'étudier suffirait. Car très peu d'Indiens expriment un tel désir."

Это объяснение магов. Нагваль невыразим. Все возможные ощущения и существа и личности плавают в нем, как баржи, мирно, неизменно, всегда. Затем клей жизни связывает их вместе. Когда клей жизни связывает эти чувства вместе, создается существо, которое теряет ощущение своей истинной природы и становится ослепленным сиянием и суетой того места, где оно оказалось, тоналем. Тональ - это то, где существует всякая объединенная организация. Существо впрыгивает в тональ, как только сила жизни свяжет все необходимые ощущения вместе. Я однажды говорил тебе, что тональ начинается с рождением и кончается смертью. Я сказал это, потому что знаю, что как только сила жизни
оставляет тело, все эти единые осознания распадаются и возвращаются назад,
туда, откуда они пришли - в нагваль.

abruptly pulled over to the side of the road. And right there I had, for the first time in my life, a clear knowledge of a dualism in me. Two obviously separate parts were within my being. One was extremely old, at ease, indifferent. It was heavy, dark, and connected to everything else. It was the part of me that did not care, because it was equal to anything. It enjoyed things with no expectation. The other part was light, new, fluffy, agitated. It was nervous, fast. It cared about itself because it was insecure and did not enjoy anything, simply because it lacked the capacity to connect itself to anything. It was alone, on the surface, vulnerable. That was the part with which I looked at the world.

"When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty. His intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning.
"He slowly begins to learn- bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.
"And thus he has tumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear! A terrible enemy- treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest."

Knowledge is a most peculiar affair, especially for a warrior. Knowledge for a warrior is something that comes at once, engulfs him, and passes on.

For an average man, the world is weird because if he's not bored with it, he's at odds with it. For a warrior, the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable. A warrior must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous time.

"Perhaps you're right," I said. "But how can one avoid the desire the genuine desire to help our fellow men?"
"How do you think one can help them?"
"By alleviating their burden. The lease one can do for our fellow men is to try to change them. You yourself are involved in doing that. Aren't you?"
"No. I'm not. I don't know what to change or why to change anything in my fellow men."
"What about me, don Juan? Weren't you teaching me so I could change?"
"No. I'm not trying to change you. It may happen that one day you may become a man of knowledge — there's no way to know that — but that will not change you. Some day perhaps you'll be able to 'see' me in another mode and then you'll realize that there's no way to change anything about them."

For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

Я задам этот вопрос тебе: имеет ли твой путь сердце? Все пути одинаковы: они ведут в никуда. Они ведут через кусты или в кусты. Я могу сказать, что в своей жизни прошел длинные-длинные пути, но я не нахожусь нигде. Таков смысл вопроса, который задал мой бенефактор. Есть ли у этого пути сердце? Если есть, то это хороший путь; если нет, то от него никакого толку. Оба пути ведут в никуда, но у одного есть сердце, а у другого — нет. Один путь делает путешествие по нему радостным: сколько ни странствуешь — ты и твой путь нераздельны. Другой путь заставит тебя проклинать свою жизнь. Один путь дает тебе силы, другой — уничтожает тебя.

Сначала мы учимся обо всем думать, — сказал он. — А потом приучаем глаза смотреть на то, о чем думаем. Человек смотрит на себя и думает, что он очень важен. И начинает чувствовать себя важным. Но потом, научившись видеть, он осознает, что не может больше думать о том, на что смотрит. А когда он перестает думать о том, на что смотрит, все становится не важным.

The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the warrior is hooked only to infinity.

Shamanism is a journey of return. A warrior returns victorious to the spirit, having descended into hell. And from hell he brings trophies. Understanding is one of his trophies.

The shamans of ancient Mexico gave the name "allies" to inexplicable forces that acted upon them. They called them "allies" because they thought they could use them to their hearts' content, a notion that proved nearly fatal to those shamans, because what they called an "ally" is a being without corporeal essence that exists in the universe. Modern-day shamans call them "inorganic beings."