RIP Carlos Castaneda (fwd)
WILL HOCHMAN (hochman@uscolo.edu)
Fri, 19 Jun 1998 12:12:52 -0600 (MDT)
Mathis, I have no idea why you are apologizing to me for not liking _Tales
of Power_ but I do admit to reading castenda very differently from your
good post...anyway, here's a nice quote from Tales that came my way and
seemed appopriate for this response, will
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Date: Fri, 19 Jun 1998 13:56:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: Halvard Johnson <hjohnson@umbc.edu>
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Subject: RIP Carlos Castaneda
"The twilight is the crack between the worlds," don Juan said. "It
is the door to the unknown."
He pointed with a sweeping movement of his hand to the mesa where
we were standing.
"This is the plateau in front of that door."
He pointed then to the northern edge of the mesa.
"There is the door. Beyond, there is an abyss and beyond that abyss
is the unknown."
Don Juan and don Genaro then turned to Pablito and said good-by to
him. Pablito's eyes were dilated and fixed; tears were rolling down
his cheeks.
I heard don Genaro's voice saying good-by to me, but I did not hear
don Juan's.
Don Juan and don Genaro moved toward Pablito and whispered briefly
in his ears. Then they came to me. But before they had whispered
anything I already had that peculiar feeling of being split.
"We will now be like dust in the road," don Genaro said. "Perhaps
it will get in your eyes again, someday."
Don Juan and don Genaro stepped back and seemed to merge with the
darkness. Pablito held my forearm and we said good-by to each
other. Then a strange urge, a force, made me run with him to the
northern edge of the mesa. I felt his arm holding me as we jumped
and then I was alone.
--Carlos Castaneda, *Tales of Power* (1974)
Halvard Johnson (hjohnson@umbc.edu)