True sense of death

[silviom]

To all those who contemplate on what happens at the moment of death here is a nice description

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[lune_triste]

Пока еще не дошла до "Дара Орла", но думаю так оно и просходит...если осознанно все ощущать...

[anonymous]

'The Nagual told me that your second attention was so strong sometimes
that it pushed all the way out. He and Genaro had to hold your layers together; otherwise you would've died. That's why he figured that you might have enough energy to get your nagual out of you twice. He meant that you could hold your layers together by yourself twice. You did it more times than that and now you are finished; you have no more energy to hold your layers together in case of another jolt. The Nagual has entrusted me to take care of everyone; in your case, I have to help you tighten your layers. The Nagual said that death pushes the layers apart. He explained to me that the centre of our luminosity, which is the attention of the nagual, is always pushing out, and that's what loosens the layers. So it's easy for death to come in between them and push them completely apart. Sorcerers have to do their best to keep their own layers closed. That's why the Nagual taught us dreaming.
Dreaming tightens the layers. When sorcerers learn dreaming they tie

[doiasku]

I didn't realize....I wasn't logged in. That anonymus comment was mine.
:)

[silviom]

Wow! Great observation! And since you talking about "The Second Ring of Power", allow me to top it all off with yet another intertwining quote from "Eagle's Gift

Last night (Wednesday)

[doiasku]

I was having a lie-down in an un-usual place (aluminium boat that is sitting on a trailer, not in the water at the moment) It is a sort of houseboat, like a floating caravan. Only very dim lights going and very low music, could hardly hear it. So I 'drifted off' but still I was awake. At the end of maybe 20 minutes, I realized that I had been in dreaming. What happened nearly escaped me. Everything was centred around some shape made up of three flexible partly inflated balls, stacked on top of eachother like the segments of a caterpillar. When my attention fully came back to where I was (in the boat), I had nearly lost the memory, it faded away SO FAST, but somehow I flipped myself back right to how that dreaming-scene began. I was connected TO that scene via the top of my head, and it was either spinning away from me, or towards me, depending on what I did with my will. When I wanted the scene back, it would spin towards me. What I got out of it, in brief description is: that in dreaming you're hiding your luminosity FROM the Eagle;