Carlos Castaneda

Carlos Castenada
Carlos Castenada

“”That is not important.  The feeling that you get is what counts.  Every man is different.  You saw glitter today, but that did not mean anything, because the feeling was missing.  I can’t tell you how to feel.  You must learn that yourself.””


“”Use it.  Focus your attention on the link between you and your death, without remorse or sadness or worrying.  Focus your attention on the fact you don’t have time and let your acts flow accordingly.  Let each of your acts be your last battle on earth.  Only under those conditions will your acts have their rightful power.  Otherwise they will be, for as long as you live, the acts of a timid man.”

“Is it so terrible to be a timid man?”

“No.  It isn’t if you are going to be immortal, but if you are going to die there is no time for timidity, simply because timidity makes you cling to something that exists only in your thoughts.  It soothes you while everything is at a lull, but then the awesome, mysterious world will open for every one of us, and then you will realize that your sure ways were not so sure at all.  Being timid prevents us from examining and exploiting our lot as men.””


“”You’re a funny bird.  You think you are going to understand by asking questions.  I don’t think you will, but who am I to say?””


“”The trick is in what one emphasizes,” he said. “We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves string.  The amount of work is the same.””


“His voice was clear.  I thought it was like water, fluid and warm.”


“”Sure I can explain anything,” he said, laughing.  “But could you understand it?””


“”I already know that you think that you are rotten,” he said.  “That’s your doing.  Now in order to affect that doing I am going to recommend that you learn another doing.  From now on, for a period of eight  days, I want you to lie to yourself.  Instead of telling yourself the truth, that you are rotten and inadequate, you are going to tell yourself that you are the complete opposite, knowing that you are lying and that you are absolutely beyond hope.””


“She was smiling; her teeth were big and white and very clean.  There was something eerie about her smile, however.  It was not friendly; it was a contained grin; only her mouth smiled.  Her eyes were black and cold and were staring at me fixedly.”


“The Yaquis [Indians] did not dance; they watched with apparent delight every movement the dancers made.  They seemed to be enjoying themselves  just watching and gulping down cheap tequila.”


-“Journey to Ixtlan” -Carlos Castaneda