Friday, August 15, 2008

THE PREDATOR WITHIN by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

The Predator

We are prisoners of a PREDATOR!

What follows is the gist of Dan Juan's Final Lesson, the revelation of the Ultimate Secret, to Carlos Castañeda.

Before the nagual, the Guardian Spirit of the Shaman Don Juan, entered into the Active Side of Infinity, he imparted a secret knowledge to his apprentice sorcerer, anthropologist Carlos Castañeda—a secret knowledge so horrifying that he could not reveal it until he, himself, was about to cross that threshold into the unknown.

"We are prisoners of a PREDATOR!"

This predator 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 and decide it's so horrific that we don't want to think about it.

The old shamans discovered that the entire universe is composed of twin forces, forces that are at the same time opposed and complementary to each other. It is inescapable that our world is a twin world. Its opposite and complementary world is one populated by beings that have awareness, but not an organism. For this reason, the old shamans called them inorganic beings.

If you pay close attention at night to the darkness of the foliage without focusing your eyes, but sort of look at it from the corner of your eye, you will see a fleeting shadow crossing your field of vision.

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.

There is an explanation for this 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, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their food is always available to them.

In order to keep us obedient and 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.

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. That glowing coat of awareness is what the predators consume, and when a human being reaches adulthood, all that is left of that glowing coat of awareness is a narrow fringe that goes from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permits mankind to continue living, but only barely.

There's nothing that you and I can do about it.

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.

The predator is not something benevolent. It is enormously heavy, gross, indifferent. You can feel its disregard for us. Doubtless, it has crushed us ages ago, making us weak, vulnerable, and docile.

The Predator's mind will say to you that this 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.

We are energetic probes created by the universe, 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 predators are the implacable challengers.


Travelling Xman said...

Just about exactly right. But you're not entirely correct that there's nothing we can do about it, it's just that the Consumer tires us so incessantly and completely chasing illusions that we have seldom time or energy to review our situation and develop any kind of strategy. And worse yet, our tiredness often renders us in a twilight-like sleep state that allows us to think we are doing something, when in fact we are only having the waking equivalent of hypnagogic imagery, believing we are doing something while we yet remain sleeping. Sort of like in the morning when you have to piss really bad, and you think about it for a minute, then you find yourself standing in the bathroom, pissing, only to wake in a few minutes and realize it was only a dream, and you have not yet relieved yourself of any burden, it's only grown stronger in the few more minutes you lost while placidly dreaming of the pleasure of relief.

So the question I always pose to those who would write of the situation we are in is this: - and I don't care about your answer, it is not one I will ever read - so this is a question for you to answer, to yourself, while you lay awake in the darkest hours of the night and contemplate the nature of your existence - the fact that you, like every other living thing on this planet, will eventually see everything you care about fade away beyond your reach, and you yourself, eventually, will watch your health fail, and death open its awesome and hideous maw to crush and swallow you - and as you contemplate that - how can you be SURE that you are not deceiving yourself into believing you are "really pissing", and not just dreaming?

Steve Savage "King of the Beasts" said...

. The "Consumer," to whom Travelling Xman"refers, is the "inorganic being." His statement, "I don't care about your answer, it is not one I will ever read" is very Don Juan Matus-esque as can be seen in this final instruction of Don Juan to Carlos Castañeda:

"We will never be together again. You don't need my help anymore; and I don't want to offer it to you, because if you are worth your salt as a warrior-traveler, you'll spit in my eye for offering it to you. Beyond a certain point, the only joy of a warrior-traveler is his aloneness. I wouldn't like you to try to help me, either. Once I leave, I am gone. Don't think about me, for I won't think about you. If you are a worthy warrior-traveler, be impeccable! Take care of your world. Honor it; guard it with your life!"
Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Anonymous said...

The predator can be killed, but most shaman just keep it on a strict diet so it looks like a twiglet rather than a behemoth.