Dis-embodied Nagual?

    It is 1995 in New Zealand, where I am staying with one of my sister's in a rural setting, just out of Tauranga in the North Island. I am on holiday from Melbourne Australia, just relaxing with a book, feeding the chooks and collecting the eggs at the end of the day. My sister and her husband, my niece and nephew were there as the usual occupants.

One of the delights of a holiday is just to kick back and catch up on reading, and so I was doing that, as well as attending all the family gatherings for bar-b-ques, dinners, lunches, the beach, and so on.

The book I was deeply immersed in at this time was the current publication from Carlos Castaneda entitled "The Art of Dreaming". I was approximately two-thirds of the way through this book at the time of the incident I am about to relate.

I was sleeping in a middle bedroom of the house, which also was the "study" with a computer, sewing machine, odds and sods stored in the wardrobe, plus ornaments which had been classed as rejects from the main display cabinets elsewhere. There was a single bed, just enough in length to take my 6' 1" body diagonally.

At approximately 1am in the morning, I became aware in a semi-dream state that I was absolutely icy cold, and as I looked slightly upwards to the ceiling, I saw two big yellow eyes staring down at me. My body was in a paralysed condition, generally just before an exit to the astral levels and other multi-dimensional domains. This is so there is no "sleepwalking" and dangers to the body harming itself in "acting out" happenings that the subtle body is doing elsewhere.

I was somewhat apprehensive at the situation, the yellow eyes and the intense chill making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A telepathic voice said to me......"don't be afraid...... I will not hurt you".

The "conversation" then turned to the book I was reading. We talked of how energy could be generated by converting or channelling sexual activity to a purpose of escaping the body at will.  The "eyes" seemed to be male in nature and to have tremendous power, and though looking malevolent perhaps, I was not harmed. The conversation ended after something like five minutes, and the cold disappeared along with my yellow eyed being, who did not identify himself in any way. Perhaps he was a Nagual himself, a leader from the Don Juan lineage, who knows....

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