Don Juan
imagine that, dreaming about don juan. and me not even a castaneda fan.
i was in the desert with a small, thin, old dude who was doing his own ceremony thing. it was understood his name was don juan. i was mainly behind him and observing and sometimes there was a third presence that i can only remember as a kind of shadow, male i believe. not much conversation, but some.
it was very sunny, near noon. we jumped around among three locations which seemed to have different actions/results tho they involved similar events.
the don juan fellow had a tray of sharp objects near him, empty syringes with the needles exposed. nearby was a swarm of either biting flies or bees, and there was a third pointy something- cactus needles? perhaps…
he silently pierced his skin through his clothing or not as necessary with the various objects. he “called” the insects to himself to sting him. sort of gave himself as an offering, but for a specific purpose.
in some way he was in control of the insects. at one of the other locations he managed to call the swarm to him from their location at the first spot (where he’d started the ceremony).
the second location was one where all three of us talked, but i have no memory now of what was explained, only that it related to what was going on and how it was done. and i have the impression that the dark cloud/shadow young man was there as my…guide is too “nice” a word and handler is too omininous, but something in between. he acted like a friend, but that wasn’t the underlying feel to what was happening. i didn’t really trust him. i had no feeling at all toward the don juan man, just an intense attraction to the piercing and the ceremony itself, which involved a lot of silent standing in the sun in ?prayer, i guess, beyond the pain, arms outstretched, face to the sun.
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