The world is very strange at twilight. We are very noticeable then and power
may find us. It may seem to be wind to you, because wind is all you know. Look for it when it comes. Feel how it is searching for
you. It's something that hides in the wind and looks like a whorl, a cloud, a mist, a face that twirls around. It moves in a
specific direction. It either tumbles or it twirls. A warrior must know all that in order to move correctly.
To believe that the world is only as you think it is, is foolish my friends. The world is a magical place. Especially in the twilight.
Death can follow us. It can make us tired or it might even kill us. At this time of the day, in the twilight, there is no wind. At
this time there is only power.
If you would live out here in the desert you would know that during the twilight the wind becomes power. A
nagual that is worth his salt knows that, and acts accordingly. He uses the twilight and that power hidden in the wind.
If it is convenient to him, he hides from the power by covering himself and remaining motionless until the twilight is
gone and the power has sealed him into its protection.
The protection of the power seals you like in a cocoon. A warrior can stay out in the open and no puma or coyote or
slimy bug could bother him. A mountain lion could come up to the warriors nose and sniff him, and if the warrior does not
move, the lion would leave.
If the warrior, on the other hand, wants to be noticed all he has to do is to stand on a hilltop at the time of the twilight
and the power will nag him and seek him all night. Therefore, if a warrior wants to travel at night or if he wants to be kept
awake he must make himself available to the wind.
Therein lies the secret of nagualism. To be available and unavailable at the precise time it is required.
One must learn to become deliberately available and unavailable. As your life goes now, you are unwittingly available
at all times. To be unavailable does not mean to hide or to be secretive but to be inaccessible. It makes no difference to
hide if everyone knows that you are hiding.
We are fools, all of us, and you cannot be different. At one time in my life I, like you, made myself available over and
over again until there was nothing of me left for anything except perhaps crying. And that I did.
You must take yourself away. You must retrieve yourself from the middle of the road. Your whole being is there, thus
it is of no use to hide; you would only imagine that you are hidden. Being in the middle of the road means that everyone
passing by watches your comings and goings.
The art of a warrior is to become inaccessible. To be inaccessible means that you touch the world around you
sparingly.
You don't expose yourself to the power of the wind unless it is mandatory.
You don't use and squeeze people
until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people you love.
To be unavailable means that you deliberately avoid exhausting yourself and others. It means that you are not hungry
and desperate.
To worry is to become
accessible, unwittingly accessible. And once you worry you cling to anything out of desperation; and once you cling you
are bound to get exhausted or to exhaust whoever or whatever you are clinging to.
I've told you already that to be inaccessible does not mean to hide or to be secretive. It doesn't mean that you cannot
deal with people either. A warrior uses his world sparingly and with tenderness regardless of whether the world might be
things, or plants, or animals, or people, or power. A warrior deals intimately with his world and yet he is inaccessible to that
same world. He is inaccessible because he's not squeezing his world out of shape. He taps it lightly, stays for as long as he
needs to, and then swiftly moves away leaving hardly a mark.
Lone Wolf
may find us. It may seem to be wind to you, because wind is all you know. Look for it when it comes. Feel how it is searching for
you. It's something that hides in the wind and looks like a whorl, a cloud, a mist, a face that twirls around. It moves in a
specific direction. It either tumbles or it twirls. A warrior must know all that in order to move correctly.
To believe that the world is only as you think it is, is foolish my friends. The world is a magical place. Especially in the twilight.
Death can follow us. It can make us tired or it might even kill us. At this time of the day, in the twilight, there is no wind. At
this time there is only power.
If you would live out here in the desert you would know that during the twilight the wind becomes power. A
nagual that is worth his salt knows that, and acts accordingly. He uses the twilight and that power hidden in the wind.
If it is convenient to him, he hides from the power by covering himself and remaining motionless until the twilight is
gone and the power has sealed him into its protection.
The protection of the power seals you like in a cocoon. A warrior can stay out in the open and no puma or coyote or
slimy bug could bother him. A mountain lion could come up to the warriors nose and sniff him, and if the warrior does not
move, the lion would leave.
If the warrior, on the other hand, wants to be noticed all he has to do is to stand on a hilltop at the time of the twilight
and the power will nag him and seek him all night. Therefore, if a warrior wants to travel at night or if he wants to be kept
awake he must make himself available to the wind.
Therein lies the secret of nagualism. To be available and unavailable at the precise time it is required.
One must learn to become deliberately available and unavailable. As your life goes now, you are unwittingly available
at all times. To be unavailable does not mean to hide or to be secretive but to be inaccessible. It makes no difference to
hide if everyone knows that you are hiding.
We are fools, all of us, and you cannot be different. At one time in my life I, like you, made myself available over and
over again until there was nothing of me left for anything except perhaps crying. And that I did.
You must take yourself away. You must retrieve yourself from the middle of the road. Your whole being is there, thus
it is of no use to hide; you would only imagine that you are hidden. Being in the middle of the road means that everyone
passing by watches your comings and goings.
The art of a warrior is to become inaccessible. To be inaccessible means that you touch the world around you
sparingly.
You don't expose yourself to the power of the wind unless it is mandatory.
You don't use and squeeze people
until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people you love.
To be unavailable means that you deliberately avoid exhausting yourself and others. It means that you are not hungry
and desperate.
To worry is to become
accessible, unwittingly accessible. And once you worry you cling to anything out of desperation; and once you cling you
are bound to get exhausted or to exhaust whoever or whatever you are clinging to.
I've told you already that to be inaccessible does not mean to hide or to be secretive. It doesn't mean that you cannot
deal with people either. A warrior uses his world sparingly and with tenderness regardless of whether the world might be
things, or plants, or animals, or people, or power. A warrior deals intimately with his world and yet he is inaccessible to that
same world. He is inaccessible because he's not squeezing his world out of shape. He taps it lightly, stays for as long as he
needs to, and then swiftly moves away leaving hardly a mark.
