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I attended a workshop by a Mexican trainer of
"magical power" near Mississauga (Canada).
The trainer was dark, short
and slim, yet his skin was grayer than I expected for someone who claimed to live
in a desert. He said he would teach us how to use Toltec magic and
that he would demonstrate how to build magical power during the weekend workshop.
Here is my story ...
Magical Power
Since I retired, my hobby of ghost stories
has opened many strange doors that I wish I had looked through
when I was younger. If esoteric agencies and ghosts existed, I reasoned, then the
next step was to find ways of banishing the more troublesome ones. Hence
Toltec Magical Power seemed like an interesting way to spend a
weekend. It certainly beat a demonstration of divination using Ouija
boards and tarot cards that I had been invited to. I find that old spiritualism
stuff to be really slow.
I enjoyed the books of Carlos
Castaneda. Castaneda portrays himself as an ultimate inept
student and his teacher, Don Juan Matus as an ultimate wise guru in the
shape of a Mexican sorcerer. (I had hoped that Castaneda's books were factual
but I believe that they were fiction due to their inconsistencies and lack of
knowledge of Yaqui Indians and the realities of Mexican
deserts.)
This trainer introduced himself as a member of a parallel
lineage to Castaneda, and demanded complete control during the workshop.
I thought that maybe the guy's mind was still in Mexico, but I wanted
to stay so I agreed to his rules.
Not everybody stayed. One couple argued with him briefly
and left, declaring that this workshop was about building power -
not about giving their power away. I silently applauded them but stayed anyway.
The first day was a series of meditations and
movements to open body power points. It was interesting, but
similar to other methods which
I already knew (a common problem for workshop junkies). At the
end of the day, the teacher asked for permission to visit our bodies
as we slept that night; in the same way that his teacher had
done for him. Nobody challenged this - sometimes we Canadians
can be too trusting. Or maybe nobody really believed him.
Crazy Dreams
The next morning started in chaos. Three women
accused the trainer of mental abuse. This became a yelling
contest and two of the women asked for their money back. The lady who
organized the workshop stepped in and took charge - she was a
GOOD mediator - in a few minutes we were a class again, with the
angry women willing to work through their discomfort during the day.
I knew one of the angry women, Mary, fairly well.
We had met quite a few times. She is generally a dynamo,
interested in everything and willing to try anything. She is also
good-looking. We chatted during a break, and I daringly asked if
she was attracted to the teacher. But no, she thought that he had a
disagreeable personality and that his skin looked sick. She
suspected that he had no real personal power - until she
awoke from a horrible dream.
For most of my adult life I was a psychotherapist,
and I remain a good listener. Most people can relax with me and talk about
what's on their mind without fear of criticism or ridicule - especially
if the topic involves ghosts and so on. Mary said that mental rape
wasn't the half of it - it was more like deviant sexual humiliation.
But she was willing to call it a crazy dream until further notice.
The rest of the workshop was OK. We learned some
body movements - almost dances - that were supposed to collect power from
earth energy fields. The earth energies, once collected, could be stored in
the body and could later be used, with intent, to change things. The teacher
said that our collected power might fade at night, and told us how to
recharge our magical power in the morning. He mentioned (in response to
a question) that spirits of people could also be captured and
used - but that he wouldn't teach us how to do that. We ended
the workshop listening to Mexican folk songs.
Mary phoned me later that week. She said that she could
not sleep without re-experiencing the trainer's presence - and that she
was exhausted by her dreams and her body sensations. Her descriptions
were similar to people I have met who who lived in haunted houses. Or maybe it was some
wild transference. But I was curious if the trainer could deliberately leave
some of his self or energy in other people. Or perhaps the trainer
could steal a person's energy. Or both. Or something else.
Mary said that she was afraid to sleep, and that she had
set an alarm clock to awaken her every fifteen minutes to avoid deep sleep.
She added that her skin was starting to look gray - like the trainer's.
After a week or so, she phoned again, then came to my
home. She directly asked me to help her. I replied that I no longer
practiced psychotherapy, but that I could refer her to a colleague.
"No", she said, "not that help. I want real
help - magical help".
I sighed deeply, thought about it, and sighed again. "I'm
not a magician", Mary", I said, "I check
out ghost stories. I only ... ".
I think I'm haunted!
She smiled thinly and interrupted, "That's right -
and that's why I ask. I think I'm haunted".
Well. I felt trapped by my own words. I wrote a short
disclaimer and asked her to sign it - that if I ask her some questions
- that any answers that she might make or actions that she might take
were her own responsibility, and that this was free, with no payment
received or expected. It was rubbish, legally, but I felt flustered,
and writing it helped me organize my thoughts.
At my suggestion, we met in a park, and sat by
a statue of some war hero. (Everybody knows the statue, but nobody knows
who he was - so much for passing fame). I wanted the sounds of nature
around. Although the loudest noise was from passing traffic, a few
birds assisted and mingled with the laughter of children in the play
area.
I followed some steps that I use to check haunted
places, to help Mary see and identify what was affecting her.
She tensed and started to tremble. I held her hand and repeated
"I am here with you".
Mary found what she called a nest of snakes
centered on her lower back. On closer examination, these snakes were more like
moving hollow tentacles that could attach to things and suck. They seemed to
bring some form of energy into her body. I asked her to locate the center -
and suddenly she whimpered. "Omigod!",
she moaned, "it really happened".
She said that maybe the workshop had actually worked
and that maybe the trainer had done what he said he would do - what she had
agreed to. She could now steal energy (her words) from certain people
and store it in her womb. She said that since the bad dream during the
workshop she had felt uncomfortably connected to the trainer through her
womb, hence a feeling that she had been raped.
We explored more. One of her snakes was longer,
darker and thicker than the others, and Mary said that it stretched to
infinity. She said it seemed to "blow" energy rather than
"suck". We followed the connection - to the Mexican trainer.
He seemed to have a similar but larger nest of snakes; and his snakes
seemed also to connect to people, of which Mary was only one.
His snakes centered on his abdomen, not his lower back. Mary
said that his snakes looked more like pulsing umbilical
cords. And he also had a had a larger connection that appeared to
send the energy somewhere else ...
This was horrific. If at all true, then people could indeed
be "energy collectors" ... gathering or stealing energy during the
day, and sending the collected energy at night, while they slept. It seemed
too that they could recruit other people in a sort of esoteric
multi-level pyramid scheme.
My muscles tensed. I stopped and carefully checked myself
- could I be another collector? It seemed not. Was I too old? The wrong sex? Not
compliant enough? Not enough energy? But no, so I relaxed and we moved on to the
more important question - how could we remove her psychic snake nest?
For me, the most difficult part of psychotherapy is making
a diagnosis that explains all the symptoms. After that, remedial changework
is often straightforward. Mary and I tried some therapeutic and magical techniques
without success, and we arranged to meet again the next day.
During my meditation that evening, I found a solution.
We could deliberately send something - a LOT of something
- through the connection to the trainer, during the day when it would
be unexpected. We did this when we met the next day - and it worked!
Mary said that her umbilicus-like tentacle disintegrated (exploded
she said), and her collector tentacles seemed to fade away.
(I have since learned more efficient and elegant methods of
diagnosis, esoteric healing and coaching which Martyn Carruthers derived in part
from native Hawaiian shamanism. He calls it Soulwork Systemic Coaching
and I recommend it to people who explore separate realities and altered states.)
On completion - Mary was shocked but she could relax. Two
days later she phoned to thank me and to say that she slept peacefully for a
long time. She asked if she could call me again if "those horrible things
return". I said "Of course", but she didn't phone, and
when we met a few months later at an evening talk, she said that it was all
like a nearly-forgotten bad dream.
Some dream - I was in it! Here are links
to a few of my other experiences:
Dead People
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Haunted House . Curses
. Ghosts . Demon
I am a retired psychotherapist living near Toronto, Canada.
I investigate ghost stories. You can email me at:
or better yet, ask Martyn for assistance.
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David J. Marsden 2003 All rights reserved
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