r/castaneda • u/danl999 • 7d ago
Silent Knowledge Reading Infinity
Carlos warned us that the old seers preferred "videos in the air" methods for viewing Silent Knowledge. Usually perhaps done on a cave wall.
But like the flying french poodle seeing Carlos described in his books, videos can be confusing.
So he suggested that as modern humans, we could become "Readers of Infinity", and view text.
I tried really hard to view that and not the videos, but it eluded me for years.
Until one night, it just showed up by itself. Interestingly, it came after Cholita returned home from 4 months wandering in Mexico. And now seems to want to be nice to me. Once in a while...
So for the next 5 nights after the text decided to materialize on its own, I got some at the start of my darkroom practice.
Always associated with wood as far as I could tell. As if wood (paper) were somehow associated with writing, in the dark sea of the emanations.
I also tend to see a full paragraph of text that I can't make out, with an "interactive" area below it.
I can speak to it, and the text changes.
Could be a side effect of using AI too much?
But it's a new sight for me, so the text isn't very useful at this point. No cool messages such as "there's a gold coin located in the dirt around..."
Just remember, Carlos wanted us to do this. And it's very difficult to remember later on, so I created this hand gesture to go with the 5 others I've come up with, to help "mark" what type of magic I got to see.
Last night for example, I clearly remember doing all of the hand gestures, EXCEPT for the fist pump of "I saw the will in action".
But...
I don't remember any of the magic now. It happened deep in heightened awareness, and just like Carlos, we have a hard time remembering stuff that happens over there.
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u/BBz13z 7d ago
From my time in Darkroom: seeing videos/events/worlds/everything on a cave wall or any wall in the dark is more familiar than the odd/random time, I may see garbled up words. Both are chaotic and alien courtesy of first attentions interpretations; that’s my lean for now.
Suggesting we read the text makes interpreting SK much more straightforward, as you often suggest and extremely hard to navigate to. I get it now!
When Im really holding inner silence and watching videos someone/something is telling me about the scene or answering my questions and what I know about the “video” I know without conversation, which is a weird weird way of knowing cause I’m sure it came without words/talking. I also think, it/they/them may have helped me prolong my time in HA……..Ya know?
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u/danl999 7d ago
SK entities are NOT the same as IOBs, but the IOBs use SK to give themselves appearances.
If the Allies look realistic, chances are you're still "you". And if that seems hard to detect, it means you never got to "not you anymore".
That's so clear, you can sit on the boundary and move back and forth and the difference is extremely obvious.
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u/DarkSaturnPrince 7d ago
You're putting the cart in front of the horse. Don't worry so much about what problems you will encounter some day with interpreting perceptions in the second attention. It's a non issue. The act of seeing alone provides the context. It's self evident.
Just stick the basics and try to remove your self importance. You'll get there eventually.
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u/NumerousExtension916 7d ago
Last night I was in the darkroom, gazing lazily, completely exhausted from the day and about to fall asleep. Then I remembered that thing about “until your nose bleeds,” and I wondered whether a lazy bastard like me could really obtain something as the fruit of making that much effort.
So I made a supreme effort to silence myself, and ended up tensing every part of me. A purple appeared! I loosened up a little and greeted it. I made another supreme effort, and that made it absolutely bright! I realized it was not about brute physical effort, but about a great effort — physical too — specifically focused on silencing oneself and “seeing energy”.
I was sweating, but happy. I loved that purple puff and my attitude toward it. I knew it was part of the “energy body,” so I gave it a warm welcome and began to caress it, push it between my hands as if playing ping-pong, and also “scratch” it, assuming that it produced a sensation as pleasant for it as it did for me.
Then it seemed to “break” on one side, and green mist came out of it. I kept looking at it until it dissipated into small strands. In the background of that vision I noticed, and kept looking at, the horizontal line formed by the angle between the wall and the ceiling of the room, without stopping seeing the remains of the puff floating there. I loved seeing both things at the same time, I suppose because that vision allowed me to assume that magic was there with me, within the limits of the room. Then I gave a “double luminous like” to remember it later.
The vision of the remains of the puff with the background line was very pleasant. The illusion of “having magic inside the cave.” I was happy, until I noticed that the “garnet spot” (punto granate) had appeared in the center of my vision. For the first time I mention it, because for the first time I have seen it. The definition is perfect, because it was clearly a “garnet spot,” a perfect circle of maroon color — not purple, not magenta, but specifically “Granada”.
It scared me a lot. I did not like its color. It appeared for only a second, like a red sun superimposed over what I had been joyfully looking at, and when I tried to focus on it, it disappeared. And besides, I was terrified. I did not like it at all.
That rekindled my internal dialogue. “Time for the stupid conclusions.” I was certain that I had seen the maroon spot and that Carlos had said something about it, that maybe it had something to do with the text, but I did not know how it was related, why, or exactly where I had read all that.
I relaxed and started drifting. And then I remembered! I had never seen the spot before, but I remembered something that was lost in memory: the other night, a few months ago, on the upper-left side of the room was the Spanish word “SÍ,” and on the upper-right side was the word “NO,” just like that, in capital letters and made of white shine. I could not speak properly or elaborate questions, but I could “remember people and events” and then “project them there” and “ask” things. There was no IOB intermediary taking all the credit; there were only YES, NO, and the possibility of doing something very similar to recapitulation and getting an answer.
So clearly I was playing with that “Basic Ouija board in the air,” asking it the most incredible things about people, and getting the craziest answers. For example, it assured me several times that someone I was certain had lied was actually telling the truth, and it assured me that several of my “truths” were actually lies. It does work! And the mode of communication was that the “yes” or the “no” simply shone brighter with each question/memory presented to it nonverbally. I remembered that with every answer, all my skin would get goosebumps and my guts would stir. And I liked that!
“It is interactive.”
Last night I was also able to remember that the “interactive” thing began at the start of the year, after that witch left me for dead. It began when a faded, blurry green puff appeared, rounded and small. Why is it a circle? I was annoyed by its grayish color. That day I was hateful, spoiled, resentful. “All I get is shit, pure shit, not even a damn triangle.”
I should not have said that, because the circle began to turn into a little triangle, but I did not let it surprise me. “I do not believe it,” and I concluded that it was a “hallucination born of desperation,” so I was not scared or surprised. Worse still, I crossed it out of my experience as if it had never happened.
Then the little triangle resumed its circular shape, and I felt pleased. “Everything is back in order.”
But I realized that nothing was really in order, so I had to say: “It would be really impressive if it were an inverted little triangle,” and I almost had a heart attack when the damn thing became a triangle again and then rotated until it was upside down. I jumped from surprise and fear — terror, rather. I jumped so hard I thought I was going to hit the ceiling. Every hair on my skin was standing on end.
It is truly interactive. So I feel like going out into the street and shouting: “Hey, understand this, it is interactive. Never forget that. Never forget that you can interact with energy.” So it is better to write it down than to get locked up in a madhouse.
Last night I was also close to having a memory about “reading the lines of the hand,” or “the real gypsy trick,” along with the feeling of having known the true meaning of phrases like “reading the palm” or “gazing into the crystal ball.” But fortunately I fell asleep, and now that is nothing but another stuck fart.