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eugzol в посте Metapractice (оригинал в ЖЖ)
"That's madness, " he said. "I've told you never to carry anything in your hands when you walk. Get
a knapsack."
I laughed. The idea of carrying my notes in a knapsack was ludicrous. I told him that ordinarily I
wore a suit and a knapsack over a three-piece suit would be a preposterous sight.
"Put your coat on over the knapsack," he said. "It is better that people think you're a hunchback
than to ruin your body carrying all this around." He urged me to get out my notebook and write. He
seemed to be making a deliberate effort to put me at ease. I complained again about the feeling of
physical discomfort and the strange sense of unhappiness I was experiencing. Don Juan laughed
and said, "You're beginning to learn."
We then had a long conversation. He said that Mescalito, by allowing me to play with him, had
pointed me out as a "chosen man" and that, although he was baffled by the omen because I was not
an Indian, he was going to pass on to me some secret knowledge. He said that he had had a
"benefactor" himself, who taught him how to become a "man of knowledge."
I sensed that something dreadful was about to happen. The revelation that I was his chosen man,
plus the unquestionable strangeness of his ways and the devastating effect that peyote had had on
me, created a state of unbearable apprehension and indecision. But don Juan disregarded my
feelings and recommended that I should only think of the wonder of Mescalito playing with me.
"Think about nothing else, " he said. "The rest will come to you of itself."
He stood up and patted me gently on the head and said in a very soft voice, "I am going to teach
you how to become a warrior in the same manner I have taught you how to hunt. I must warn you,
though, learning how to hunt has not made you into a hunter, nor would learning how to become a
warrior make you one."
I experienced a sense of frustration, a physical discomfort that bordered on anguish. I complained
about the vivid dreams and nightmares I was having. He seemed to deliberate for a moment and sat
down again. "They're weird dreams, " I said.
"You've always had weird dreams, " he retorted.
"I'm telling you, this time they are truly more weird than anything I've ever had."
"Don't concern yourself. They are only dreams. Like the dreams of any ordinary dreamer, they
don't have power. So what's the use of worrying about them or talking about them?"
"They bother me, don Juan. Isn't there something I can do to stop them?"
"Nothing. Let them pass, " he said. "Now it's time for you to become accessible to power, and you
are going to begin by tackling dreaming."
The tone of voice he used when he said "dreaming" made me think that he was using the word in a
very particular fashion. I was pondering about a proper question to ask when he began to talk again.