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"You
are the quantum shaman. Each of you is The One."
- Orlando
Perhaps
the greatest lure of the Nagual is that it is a mystery which
has no explanation and cannot even be discussed with words.
It can only be experienced through the events that define it,
yet even the definitions are fleeting as quicksilver. We
cannot confront the Nagual directly, but we may occasionally get
glimpses of it from the corner of the third eye, or through
Knowledge given to us from our own doubles existing outside of
time.
The following is
an excerpt from a gnosis-channeling received from Orlando on
September 15, 2001, written specifically for Wendy and myself in
response to events transpiring in our lives at that time, yet having
great relevance for all warriors on the path of heart.
These fears are going to be the undoing of you if you
do not turn and assign names to them, thereby limiting them through
your awareness, instead of allowing them to grow like nebulous
cancers until they will eventually consume you. The first and
greatest fear you face can be assigned the name of Fear itself. Fear
of failure or fear of success, fear of finding out you are wrong,
but perhaps an even greater fear of facing eternity knowing you were
right all along. Fear of being The One because you already Know you
are, yet you deny it, because to acknowledge it means accepting onto
yourself an awesome responsibility you do not yet feel ready to
face. And so I must ask you this: when will you be
ready? When will you spread your wings and fly if not now?
And so the second fear is called Eternal and Infinite
Responsibility, and requires no further explanation.
The third fear, born of the other two, is fear of the work
still ahead, yet what you are failing to grasp is that the avoidance
of that work is far more difficult than the work itself, so this
leads in a natural progression to the fourth fear, which must be
recognized as fear of failure, also assigned the label of Doubt. I
hear your dreams, you realize. I have seen you fly. Yet I have also
seen you retreat to your dayshine life and fold your wings and
pretend you are just a girl in a dream instead of that winged being.
And by becoming the girl living in fear, there is a danger that the
reality you create could be the death of you. Gods do not live in
fear, you see. Only mortals. Who are you?
Ah, this is only one vision of many, so while I Intend you take it
to heart, I also hope you to not take it too hard, for it is a
seemingly complex conundrum that can be changed with a single
thought, one simple decision, and that is to embrace the Whole self
wholly, recognizing that these fears are only the trappings of the
dream and not the immortal fabric of the dreamer. These fears are
simply how the dayshine dream is trying to hold you captive, but
never forget that it cannot clip your wings. Only you
can do that. And only you can not. Make the decision
to be an eternal being, and if you live the decision with Intent,
the Doing will take care of itself, yes?
This melancholy you feel is only the tip of an iceberg far more
dangerous that the one that sank Titanic. You have come to a
point in your journey where you are in constant communion with the
non-local web of all Knowledge, yet the Knowledge can be a curse as
much as a blessing, which is what you are beginning to feel, even if
you do not yet see it fully.
Once the All is known, it can never be unknown again, and so
it becomes a terrible burden of unbearable beauty and indescribable
pain – watching the world go through the motions of madness,
listening to the cries from the asylum, and knowing you are the most
powerful being in all the universes, yet completely powerless to
intervene in any of it. This is why I have always told you that I do
not meddle in the affairs of mortals, you see, for even at times
when I have seen them change, the danger and the legacy is that most
often they change back to their old selves again, going back to
sleep on the razor’s edge of the abyss, and before you know it, they
fall in, and then there is no finding them ever again, that sweet
taste of their being lingering for only an instant on lips of
immortal headstones.
This is what makes me a creator*, you see. (*Orlando’s
word for “facilitator” or “ally”). This is what makes me
grab at passing souls like scraps of pretty confetti, knowing that
even if I awaken them from their slumber, it will be their
will that decides the final outcome, and never mine, and so this
immortal prince wears his crown only as ornamentation, fully
realizing he is the reigning god of the All, yet in control of
Absolutely Nothing.
And this is precisely and irrevocably how it must be.
You are the creator of reality. I am only your eternal servant
- for it is the will of the mortal in the Now that decides the path
of the heart and Dreams the double... so that this humble servant
may then begin Dreaming you. Creator and created, the dark and
the light, the dancer and the dance - no one element any more real
than the others, yet you are the source. You are
The One.
We are all only cave paintings on the walls of our individual
prisons, the still-wet fingerprints of god. The fear and the
awareness is that those fingerprints will always lead back to
oneself, and that is a terrible responsibility to face, for it means
there is nowhere to turn except to the heart for answers, nowhere to
look but to the realm of all possibility for direction, nowhere to
go but on a path of your own creation - and in doing so, realizing
that all things are possible but only the manifestation of your
individual will can force any single event to go through the
dynamics of actually occurring.
And yet, thou art god, no? And is it not the
will of god that has been touted throughout time and all religions,
all systems of knowledge, as the most powerful force in all the
scattered universes? What is your pleasure? What is your passion?
What is your immortal name? What is your will?
I-Am...
Orlando
September, 2001
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