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not to change my eating habits too drastically. "Your body is not used to power meat, " he said.
"You'd get sick if you didn't eat your food." He himself ate heartily. When I joked about it he
simply said, "My body likes everything."
Around noon we hiked back to the water canyon. We proceeded to make ourselves noticeable to
the spirit by "noisy talk" and by a forced silence which lasted hours. When we left the place,
instead of heading back to the house, don Juan took off in the direction of the mountains. We
reached some mild slopes first and then we climbed to the top of some high hills. There, don Juan
picked out a spot to rest in the open unshaded area. He told me that we had to wait until dusk , and
that I should conduct myself in the most natural fashion, which included asking all the questions I
wanted.
"I know that the spirit is out there lurking, " he said in a very low voice.
"Where?"
"Out there, in the bushes."
"What kind of spirit is it?"
He looked at me with a quizzical expression and retorted,
"How many kinds are there?"
We both laughed. I was asking questions out of nervousness.
"It'll come out at dusk, " he said. "We just have to wait." I remained quiet. I had run out of
questions.
"This is the time when we must keep on talking, " he said. "The human voice attracts spirits.
There's one lurking out there now. We are making ourselves available to it, so keep on talking."
I experienced an idiotic sense of vacuity. I could not think of anything to say. He laughed and
patted me on the back.
"You're truly a pill, " he said. "When you have to talk, you lose your tongue. Come on, beat your
gums."
He made a hilarious gesture of beating his gums together, opening and closing his mouth with
great speed.
"There are certain things we will talk about from now on only at places of power, " he went on. "I
have brought you here, because this is your first trial. This is a place of power, and here we can talk
only about power."
"I really don't know what power is, " I said.
"Power is something a warrior deals with, " he said. "At first it's an incredible, far-fetched affair; it
is hard to even think about it. This is what's happening to you now. Then power becomes a serious
matter; one may not have it, or one may not even fully realize that it exists, yet one knows that
something is there, something which was not noticeable before. Next power is manifested as
something uncontrollable that comes to oneself. It is not possible for me to say how it comes or
what it really is. It is nothing and yet it makes marvels appear before your very eyes. And finally
power is something in oneself, something that controls one's acts and yet obeys one's command."
There was a short pause. Don Juan asked me if I had understood. I felt ludicrous saying I did. He
seemed to have noticed my dismay and chuckled.
"I am going to teach you right here the first step to power, " he said as if he were dictating a letter
to me. "I am going to teach you how to set up dreaming."