Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Is It I?

Several months ago, I woke up with a word in my mind. The word was "Archon". I had no idea what it meant but I sensed that it was important. So I did an internet search on the word. After a bit of looking around I found this: . It seems that Archon is a Gnostic term for non-human entities that attach themselves to humans. They fear discovery and avoid detection by disguising their thoughts as our own. The author of the above article, John Lash, points to similarities between Archons and entities descibed to Carlos Castaneda by his teacher, a Yaqui sorceror called Don Juan. In Castaneda's book, "The Active Side of Infinity", Don Juan called them "flyers" and he had this to say,
You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico.

There is an explanation which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their food is always available to them.

Well, you haven’t heart it all yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. I’m going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I’m going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts, and you cannot get up and leave because you’re caught. Not because I’m holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving, while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!

I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.

In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver; stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.

I know that even though you have never suffered hunger you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.

Sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy, covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat, something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. That glowing coat of awareness is what the predators consume, and when a human being reaches adulthood, all that is left of that glowing coat of awareness is a narrow fringe that goes from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permits mankind to continue living, but only barely.

To my knowledge, man is the only species that has the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order, such as the heavy awareness of the predator.

This narrow fringe of awareness is the epicenter of self-reflection, where man is irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order to them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudoconcerns.

There’s nothing that you and I can do about it. All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They’ll laugh and make fun of you, and the more aggressive ones will beat the crap out of you. And not so much because they don’t believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there’s an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators’ existence.

Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point, do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see.

You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees, that’s pretty good. I’d like you to see them inside this room. You’re not seeing anything. You’re just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that.

The sorcerers of ancient Mexico saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man.

What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.

This predator, which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us, as other inorganic beings are, I think as children we do see it and decide it’s so horrific that we don’t want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so.

I agree with Mr. Lash's suggestion that the Archons and flyers are two descriptions of the same thing but not with his proposal that they are the Grey and Reptilian aliens. I think what is being described is the ego. This would fit with the doctrine of world ages, an idea represented in many different times and places. We are told that the cycle begins with a golden age and proceeds through ages of decreasing duration and increasing corruption. When the last age is complete, the golden age returns. This had always seemed strange to me, that maximum corruption should suddenly turn to enlightened awareness. But it does make sense if the Archons/flyers come and go from this planet. It would be in their nature to eventually destroy their host so, in order to survive, they would need to be migratory. If so, the golden age would be the period between departure and return. After the return, it would take a long time to start to see their effects, since the belief systems and social structures that support them would not exist, and would have to be built anew. I am not saying this is the way things are, but it is a model that merits serious consideration since it does agree with the available data. Both the Gnostics and Don Juan insist that the entities can be repelled, although not easily. According to Don Juan,
Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don’t mean harsh routines. I don’t mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you’re blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For them, discipline is an art: the art of facing infinity without flinching, not because they are strong and tough but because they are filled with awe.

Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don’t have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.

If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it’ll keep on glowing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.

The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers’ mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind’s foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers’ mind becomes routine, until one day it flees permanently.
The Gnostics recommended recognition and disidentification. This is also the widely prescribed cure for ego. I don't want to give the impression that I am questioning the right of these beings to exist. Our relationship with them may well be symbiotic, as they allow us to experience things that we would not otherwise experience. It may be that we will one day develop immunity so they will cease to come here. In closing, I want to include a youtube link that seems to support the above. It consists of an analysis of the movie "Revolver". There are three parts. "Releasing the Ego" I'd love to hear what readers have to say about this. I've noticed that when I or others try to comment, an error message appears. If I just try again, it always works.


  1. Good stuff. I had an experience with anger a few months ago that seemed to be out of my control. It was like something else was acting out. In my fit of anger I said to myself that I did not want to be angry, and that the anger made no sense. On an rational level I knew that the anger was pointless, but it persisted. It was like I was watching myself act out knowing that it was pointless. A trip to Peru helped to sort this out a bit, but I had the feeling at the time that it was not me that was acting out, but something acting through me. A one point I had complete control over this, then it took back (or I gave back) control, and I am regaining control again. Weird.

  2. It's lovely to hear from you again D. What you say is very familiar. I've noticed if I don't feed the ego for a while, strong emotions seem to arise for no apparent reason. I can refrain from justifying them but they persist in the form of physical sensation such as a knot in my stomach, dull pain in my heart and palms, rush of adrenaline, etc. These could be some sort of hormonal addiction. One day at a time, eh. I'd be interested in hearing about your experience in Peru if it's not too personal for you to talk about.

  3. Nothing is really too personal for me. My wife and I had a talk about that the other day. I think I might be "un-offendable". Any way, the Peru experience was indescribable, but I will try. My primary purpose for the trip was to participate in shamanic ceremonies with Ayahuasca. My wife met me after and we toured around Peru. The Aya experience was nothing like I pictured it would be. It was sooooooo raw, powerful, primitive, mystical, unforgiving, alien... The first night I thought I was going crazy, and at one point thought that I might die, but at the time this was an acceptable outcome as long as the insanity would stop. After what seemed like an eternity of insanity, I managed to find some ground to stand with the help of my brother and sister-in-law (although they were not there with me). From this point I could kind of maneuver. Some of the revelations that stuck out:

    You, and everyone and everything that you know, will at some point, inevitably, cease to exist on this earth. It was kinda like, here's this inescapable truth, so what are you gonna do with that. This completely changed my thought processes around. The organic nature of our physical beings was very bluntly displayed.

    I have difficulty explaining how alien everything was, although it was equally as "real" as this reality. It was like I was looking at the underlying energy patterns.

    I found this depiction of a Ayahuasca experience. It is a pretty good depiction, especially the sights and sound at around the 7:45 mark.

    Everything was constantly moving and changing, and everything had meaning.

    The other revelation, amongst many, was that I completely control my experience both with and without Aya. My reactions to life are completely my choice. You can choose to see the light, or you can chose to defend you ego.

    The thing is, Aya completely rendered my ego defenseless. If it wanted me to look at something, I could not protect myself. I would be forced to look, and if I resisted, it became very difficult. I was forced to process everything. It was terrifying and at the same time very freeing. I was able to forgive myself for past actions, and I found my heart, or base essence if you will, and it was only capable of love. Everything else was just an obstacle to the expression of the heart.

    The insanity of our society seemed so silly, when contrasted against our organic nature. Work, work, work, buy, buy, buy, accumulate, die. That is such a waste. It was shown for the dead end trick that it is. Not that material is innately bad, just that it needs to be put into its proper place. No attachments.

    That is my testimony for now. If you would like to hear more, I would be happy to share. I could go on....for a while.

    I am so happy that I stumbled across this blog. It is so refreshing to hear ideas and experiences from someone who is thoughtful and introspective, and genuinely interested. It is rare in day to day life and I am grateful.

    Thank You

  4. Wow, thanks D-Unit. I really hope to one day experience this. In the mean time, I appreciate the accounts and insights of people such as yourself. All the psychedelic sacraments seem to suppress egoic perception to some extent but only Ayahuasca appears to knock it out completely. As more and more of us are exposed to this revelation, I wonder how it is affecting the shared mind field. I have noticed waking life is increasingly dream-like, where everything has meaning and other people are all holding up mirrors. I might just be "losing it" but even so it's an improvement over our society's current group-think. Silly hardly covers it. That video link was really something! Is it part of a longer film? I'm glad you enjoy my blog. I'm pretty new at this and it is wonderful to be able to communicate with people who don't wish I would shut up or change the subject. I'd be very interested in whatever else you've got to share.

  5. I had a similar experience last week. I was washing my hands at work and something about it just did not seem real. I said out loud, "huh". For about 10 seconds this reality did not seem to be the main attraction. More like a side show. That has never happened to me before in my waking life. It felt like I could wake into another reality any time. Too weird.

    As for Ayahuasca, I cannot stress enough how alien it all was. It is something that you cannot really prepare for. Making your mind as open as possible is a good start, but it is so damn powerful. And raw. And primitive. Occasionally the feeling will come into my conscious, and it stops me in my tracks. It is hard to remember what it was like because it cannot really be integrated accurately into this reality. The feeling that is.

    Lately, more so than usual, I feel very plugged into something. Cannot put my finger on it. I will think an original thought, "to me at least", and I will run into that thought put into writing or words somewhere. I cannot help but feel like something larger is working.

    I guess we will have to wait and see.
    Talk to you later,

  6. Hi,

    What a brilliant site! I'll try and get to read all of it over the next few days. This post in particular, though, resonated with me.

    I came across these things a few years ago and I also have become fascinated with their possible connection to the ego vs. true self. I don't get the connection to the Greys (or the interplanetary origins in general), but the reptilian link does strike a chord.

    When I first started noticing this stuff it made immediate sense to me as a parallel to the ancient (and modern) myth of the Dragon. The watcher, the greedy hoarder of wealth; highly intelligent yet treacherous, hidden from sight. A creature of the imagination which has tremendous influence but which can also be overcome by the right person. A creature associated with fear, a predator immune to direct assault. A creature of all the elements. Dark wings beating in the night on the edge of sight. Only later did I stumble across the Archon connection, and other parallels.

    > Our relationship with them may well be symbiotic, as they allow us to experience things that we would not otherwise experience.

    This is very interesting, and I'm inclined to agree. They act as ways of seeing the world, and seem to be related to our use of language. I suspect them of having enormous potential. But there is a force among them which is drawn to distortion, obscuration and skulking in the shadows...

  7. Hi Speedbird. Thanks for your perspective. The whole Dragon thing is very mysterious and paradoxical. I think they could be part of humanity's ancestral heritage. I don't see them as equivilent to the flyers but maybe more suseptible to the flyer's influence than humans are. It just occured to me that the Dragon vibration may need the help of humanity to free them. Maybe that was their original interest in Earth.

  8. > I don't see them as equivilent to the flyers

    Maybe not...

    > maybe more suseptible to the flyer's influence than humans are

    Maybe so!

    > may need the help of humanity to free them

    Indeed. I get the feeling that dragons ain't /all/ bad, whereas the 'flyers' seem to be a definite force of darkness. And the two seem to be related. Almost like good wholesome dragonyness has been twisted and occluded by the shadow of the 'flyers'... who are a subset thereof...?