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at his fire, or any constant noise, and he then had to walk in the direction in which any of
these phenomena occurred until the spirit revealed itself.
There were many ways in which such a being put a warrior to the test. It might suddenly leap
in front of him, in the most horrendous appearance, or it might grab the man from the back
and not turn him loose and keep him pinned down for hours. It might also topple a tree on
him. Don Juan said that those were truly dangerous forces, and although they could not kill a
man hand to hand, they could cause his death by fright, or by actually letting objects fall on
him, or by appearing suddenly and causing him to stumble, lose his footing, and go over a
precipice.
He told me that if I ever found one of those beings under inappropriate circumstances I should
never attempt to struggle with it because it would kill me. It would rob my soul. So I should
throw myself to the ground and bear it until the morning.
"When a man is facing the ally, the giver of secrets, he has to muster up all his courage and
grab it before it grabs him, or chase it before it chases him. The chase must be relentless and
then comes the struggle. The man must wrestle the spirit to the ground and keep it there until
it gives him power."
I asked him if these forces had substance, if one could really touch them. I said that the very
idea of a "spirit" connoted something ethereal to me.
"Don't call them spirits," he said. "Call them allies; call them inexplicable forces."
He was silent for a while, then he lay on his back and propped his head on his folded arms. I
insisted on knowing if those beings had substance.
"You're damn right they have substance," he said after another moment of silence. "When one
struggles with them they are solid, but that feeling lasts only a moment. Those beings rely on
a man's fear; therefore if the man struggling with one of them is a warrior, the being loses its
tension very quickly while the man becomes more vigorous. One can actually absorb the
spirit's tension."
"What kind of tension is that?" I asked.
"Power. When one touches them, they vibrate as if they were ready to rip one apart. But that
is only a show. The tension ends when the man maintains his grip."
"What happens when they lose their tension? Do they become like air?"
"No, they just become flaccid. They still have substance, though. But it is not like anything
one has ever touched."