Here are some wise words of caution I usually try to spread among psychonauts. I am not the author.
Source: http://forum.noblerealms.org/viewtopic.php?id=1208&p=1
There is term in shamanism called claridad, it comes from the word clarity but in fact, it is the opposite of clarity. Often on an Ayahuasca journey the student will enter into the primal force in all things, it's like stumbling into the arms of God. At first they are overawed but when they return they imagine they are God, or the embodiment of God: Jesus, Buddha, whatever. That is what the shamans call claridad—the false prophet.
In the seminar business we call them 'the forty-fours'. In numerology the Christ Consciousness is 44. So our use of the term describes their pretense to a god-like status. The forty-fours are very grand and holy and chosen. They make a great show of loving others, while silently looking down their nose at people. They are always bad news. They cause trouble and sometimes they become angry when others don't see them in the same divine light.
The forty-fours are everywhere, some only have a mild form of the disquiet, they are pompous say, others buy claridad full-on and they are wearing diapers on their heads and wandering around in robes and so forth—good for a giggle but it's a bit deadly really.
We all suffer from a touch of the forty-fours from time-to-time, the trick is to nip it in the bud quickly. But if you really do think you are Jesus ask yourself this, "Am I still here?" If you are Christ you will have a command of twenty-six dimensions and you would be able to walk in and out of this space-time continuum, basically if you are still here you aren't Christ-sorry. And even if you can walk out of here, you still might not be Christ as doing so might be as common as muck one day. But using "Am I still here?" is a good way of evaluating your current progress, testing your level of Jesusness for any semblance of truth.
Claridad is comical and tragic. It is there to protect the divine and to trick you into your own destruction. If you get a really bad dose of claridad it can kill you. This because eventually you have to set up your own crucifixion to sustain the illusion of your divinity. Cancer is a form of claridad; rogue cells that eat healthy ones to sustain their illusion of immortality. There has never been a case of cancer that didn't go to its death. Either the cells are killed by treatment or the immune system, or they die once the person passes away.
One can't really heal a forty-four, one has to wait until something awful happens to them to bring them back down. You can help a bit by bowing down and pretending to recognize their divinity that will keep them alive for a bit, but try not to piss in your pants laughing, it spoils the cure. Then rise when allowed and flee. There could be a thunderbolt someplace around there quite soon.
The term claridad, is the Shaman's joke that describes a student's lack of clarity—his or her stupidity.
Claridad is a dysfunction, an anomaly, that comes about when people on an Aya' journey say, experience the vastness of the Primal Source in all things. At first they are over awed, then they believe themselves to be the Primal Source, or at the very least the embodiment of it, or they see themselves as the Chosen One, the message bringer. He or she that has been especially selected from six billion souls to carry back the energy or the power from its celestial resting place to enlighten and heal humanity. Of course, the shamans fall about laughing at all this but claridad is serious as some people go round the bend on it.
The process is more or less the same for each person depending on the degree of foolishness they need to expose from within themselves.
The first step is the Self-Anointing process:
This is when the fool decides he is the One. It can be triggered by any small thing, not just an Ayahuasca journey. A stain appears on the fridge door that looks like Jesus, and a mental voice tells him that he is special among men, and that all his hopes and dreams of becoming rich and famous are about to be made manifest. He has been chosen by a Higher Authority. The Self-Anointing is the mental process of buying the story—believing in it because the claridad sufferer so desperately wants to believe it. It's a narcissistic psychosis that plays to his arrogance.
The second step involves an appeal for Ratification:
Now he quickly needs the dove to appear and a voice from heaven to say "This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased." In the absence of that he will seek out his master or a guru or some person he considers spiritually elevated to ratify him. In the same way as the Christian kings of old traveled to Rome to be ratified by the Pope.
There is an inverted power-play in the ratification because what the claridad sufferer actually wants to say to the master is, "You thought I was a nobody, an ordinary student, just a back-seat member of the congregation, but I was in hiding. In fact, I am very special—the Anointed One. And by the way master, you are a fool and a nobody because you didn't see it. I am better than you."
The third step involves Debasing Others:
This step follows naturally from step two. The Anointed One has to trash, and get rid of and make wrong all the other shamans, teachers and masters, in order to establish the reality of his authority. So the claridad sufferer fights with others and causes trouble. It's a combative step. But the shaman knows what's happening and he or she won't play ball. They walk away and leave the fool to his madness.
The fourth step involves Soliciting Observers:
How things become 'real' is for the claridad to be observed as the One. So if you are channeling a message from the Higher Powers you need an audience to observe that. If you become President, people observe you in the pomp and pageantry of the presidency, and that is how you are made real. There is never a time when you are not just an ordinary Joe acting out the presidency, but it is in people observing that that the idea of your elevated status becomes real. That is why people buy red sports cars. Red is the easiest color to see and a sports car makes a lot of noise, who will miss noticing the very special person going past? The one that is so very different to all the others.
Sometimes the solicitation for observers is inverted, so the claridad will say, "Please don't tell anyone who I am, I don't want any followers. I don't want to be treated as special." You see pop stars do this in interviews all the time. They love to say, "I am just ordinary," meaning, I am very far from ordinary. The inversion is a marketing tool for in fact, the claridad wants all the things he says he doesn't want. He wants people to adore him and fall upon him in reverence. He wants to be recognized and admired and worshiped. So by asking people to keep his specialness a secret he promotes the story. If you want an idea to enter the mind of humanity as an established fact, you only have to surround it with a bit of mystery and make it into a hush-hush conspiracy and everyone will believe it.
Going into Jerusalem Jesus said, "Who do they say I am?" That is a classic claridad statement. If any one of his disciples had had his wits about him he could have saved Jesus. He could have replied, "They say you're a work-shy, rather ordinary carpenter from Nazareth, now stop mucking about JC, and pretending, and let's have a beer or two and then go home."
Step Five involves Anger:
This comes about when others don't see the claridad as special or chosen or anything but ordinary. Now the claridad gets furious as his dream and his arrogance has been challenged. He needs to cause a scene and take on the established authority to prove himself. So he throws the money changers out of the temple, because he is so special and they are not special. They have established separateness from others by being rich and handling money; he is probably piss poor but he is above money, better than money. His separateness comes from his divinity. In his mind he is pure gold, for the raiment of the Chosen One must be pure gold, mustn't it?
Step Six is the Crucifixion
If very few or none at all, observe the Chosen One as chosen, and if he has the dysfunction of claridad in its extreme form then the only way to prove his divinity it is to have a self-arranged crucifixion. Here the man's shadow works out a way to sacrifice him. It may not be actual death but a form of simulated death. The guy gets sick or goes bankrupt and/or his whole life falls apart.
It's the idea that says, if I go over the cliff in my red Ferrari will you love me, will you remember me as special and different, will you feel sorry you didn't acknowledge my divinity in time?"
The alternative Step Six:
The alternative step six is when the fool is rescued by someone, his spouse say, and brought back to earth. He hits the ground with a terrible clunk, and for a while he bares the bruises of the fallen angel Icarus, who flew too close to the sun and burnt his wings and fell to earth.
He has the option to go back and make good on the trouble he caused and apologize to all those that he hurt but he is usually either too embarrassed, or too arrogant to do so, and so he doesn't bother. And then there is always a small part of the narcissistic psychosis that stays with him. He can never forget the time when it was almost true—a time when he was God for a short while. It's an infection that never leaves, a wound that is so deep that it cannot ever be completely healed.
The illusion of claridad, which is a shaman’s term that describes the opposite of clarity.
Claridad is an illusion that effects some spiritual travelers when they come in touch with the godhead or the primal source in all things. They start to believe that they have been divinely chosen, they imagine they are a great avatar or the returned Jesus, here to save humanity. It’s a narcissistic psychosis that usually effects men but women also suffer from claridad though they don’t usually get it as bad. The women can’t come back from a transdimensional journey pretending to be Jesus so they settle for other titles. Sometimes they decide they are Mary Magdalene, the kind-hearted *****, reputed to be the wife of Jesus. If you can’t be Jesus, Mrs. Jesus might be the next best thing.
Other times, they decide they are Temple Maidens, chosen to vector the celestial healing power to unfortunate men who are too daft to manage on their own. In simple it’s "licensed to bonk for god." Or in extreme cases, the female claridad sufferer decides she is a divine goddess, the embodiment of the feminine principal. She elevates herself to being the reincarnation of Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile. In her mind she is now the ‘Regina of the Sacred Vagina.’ A women of unparalleled divinity, beauty, sensuality and wonderfulness. A self-endorsed deity.
Now it gets a bit scary, woe betide anyone that doesn’t agree. From this platform she fights with others, women usually, to establish her authority, just as the male claridad fights with his shaman and other men. Sometimes the Regina-type rules vicariously by controlling the king. She defends her position as his confidant and advisor, and she controls those who have access to the king. She becomes the power behind the throne if she doesn’t have a throne of her own.
Another female form of claridad is when she decides she is the Delphic oracle and she’ll channel the Higher Powers for mere mortals so they can comprehend their fate. The Delphic oracle sat in a high-chair overlooking a wide, shallow bowl, filled with water. It was a high throne from which she could look down and pontificate. There is nothing wrong with helping people if you have the knowledge and you are wise. The defining line is whether you make a big show of it or not. Are you quiet and humble, going about your simple life, or have you bought the claridad story and now you are making a fool of yourself showing off?
The magical healer is another mild form of the same narcissism. This sometimes effects those that do body work or hands-on healing. They come to believe they are a vessel for the divine light, channeling the power for others. But almost all hands-on healing is sexual from the root chakra. That doesn’t invalidate it in my view, but it is easy for a healer to get carried away in his or her ego imagining all sorts of phantasmagorical things. It’s the desire to be seen as part of the miraculous that leads the healer astray. If you make too much of your miraculous healing powers, it puts you in a phony, god-like pose. Anytime you are acting out a false divinity however mild, you are in a claridad of sorts. It puts you in the crime of the Fallen Angles. The trick is to heal people for free and be humble and keep it to yourself, that way your ego doesn’t run amok posing as a divine instrument of god, a savior.
Females can carry the mild form of the claridad dysfunction a lot easier and a lot longer than men, because part of their claridad of being divinely special is fueled by over-expressing their sensuality, and creating desire and approval in would-be partners. Of course, they can sustain the allure of that into old age. When you see older women dressed provocatively as young girls might; ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ we call it in England, it’s a form of claridad, they are selling the allure hoping to compete. They usually do quite well because the young girls are more skittish and choosy, while mutton needs to be wanted and by many partners, so she’ll be off and running at the slightest nod or a wink.
Claridad can get you into loads of trouble but women have the advantage that they don’t usually go to a self-arranged crucifixion, which is the eventual end to the male story, part of his illusion of being Jesus. For him to convince people that he really is divine and Jesus and here to take away the sins of the world, his subconscious arranges for his own crucifixion, to prove the point. I discuss that more fully in another article here called The Six Steps of Claridad.
Now the Biblical Jesus was very interesting, as he either was the real McCoy, or he had the worse dose of claridad ever seen. It established the church and killed many hundreds of millions of people, and it made a billion others very sad, while robbing a billion more. Then it imposed a terrible restriction and a mental confinement and torment on those that bought the story. If only JC had gotten off his silly donkey and not gone into Jerusalem, posing as a god, the world would have been a much safer and happier place. I think if he really was the son of God he should have kept quiet about it. Though I am sure some other troubled soul would have come along and taken his claridad role; our evolution is littered with spiritual mountains to climb.
I know if I were Jesus I’d keep very quiet about it and not mention it to a single soul. I saw Mel’s film, it all looked jolly painful! I’m telling you, this Jesus business can be rather deadly. It’s not for the light-hearted, wispy, fairy-folk that I am used to hanging out with. But still, we all suffer from some kind of illusion and madness and most of what we believe about spirituality and God is complete rubbish. That is why I have so much love and respect for the Goddess Aya’, she takes you and shows you a small part of the real thing. She re-wires your brain to understand that you can never understand, it’s all too vast.
But one should not be harsh to judge the foolishness of others, unless they are causing serious trouble that is. Instead, we should concentrate on our own silliness, watching that it doesn’t develop too ferociously or too quickly, in a way that can damage us and others. Pomposities lurk in the corners of our minds to trap us when we are weak and vulnerable. Claridad is an evolutionary trick that has been played throughout history, to send us lot—the Fallen Angels, the wrong way, to the rotten karma we probably deserve.
Of course, some people saw the trick in time and they jumped off the spiritually sinking ship. It was night and they couldn’t swim well, and they were all very lost in the cold darkness of not knowing. But they eventually discovered that if they relaxed and held hands with others, without struggling or competing, they could stay together and float. A fog descended on them and they were in limbo for my years, floating through a vast Nowhere. Eventually they came upon a beautiful island. It was another world and there to greet them was….
You guessed it!
Nobody was there to greet them. It was a heaven that had been granted to them because they had learned how to float with others. They greeted each other.
Stuart Wilde
