Your mind is not yours

In the Emerald Tablets of Thoth, precisely Tablet VIII, The Key of Mystery it is explained from where this unknown and terrible fear comes to your mind. Read carefully.

Far in the past before Atlantis existed,

men there were who delved into darkness,

using dark magic, calling up beings

from the great deep below us.

Forth came they into this cycle.

Formless were they of another vibration,

existing unseen by the children of earth-men.

Only through blood could they have formed being.

Only through man could they live in the world.

In ages past were they conquered by Masters,

driven below to the place whence they came.

But some there were who remained,

hidden in spaces and planes unknown to man.

Lived they in Atlantis as shadows,

but at times they appeared among men.

Aye, when the blood was offered,

for they came they to dwell among men.

In the form of man they amongst us,

but only to sight were they as are men.

Serpent-headed when the glamour was lifted

but appearing to man as men among men.

Crept they into the Councils,

taking forms that were like unto men.

Slaying by their arts

the chiefs of the kingdoms,

taking their form and ruling o'er man.

Only by magic could they be discovered.

Only by sound could their faces be seen.

Sought they from the Kingdom of shadows

to destroy man and rule in his place.

But, know ye, the Masters were mighty in magic,

able to lift the Veil from the face of the serpent,

able to send him back to his place.

Came they to man and taught him the secret,

the WORD that only a man can pronounce.

Swift then they lifted the Veil from the serpent

and cast him forth from the place among men.

Yet, beware, the serpent still liveth

in a place that is open at times to the world.

Unseen they walk among thee

in places where the rites have been said.

Again as time passes onward

shall they take the semblance of men.

Called may they be by the master

who knows the white or the black,

but only the white master may control

and bind them while in the flesh.

Seek not the kingdom of shadows,

for evil will surely appear.

For only the master of brightness

shall conquer the shadow of fear.

Know ye, O my brother,

that fear is an obstacle great.

Be master of all in the brightness,

the shadow will soon disappear.

Hear ye and heed my wisdom,

the voice of LIGHT is clear.

Seek not the valley of shadow,

and LIGHT will only appear.

More details explanation of the origin of all fears gave us Carlos Castaneda in his last book Active Side of Infinity.

We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!

This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them.

No, no, no, no, Carlos replies. This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone.

Why not? don Juan asked calmly. Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior.

Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.

But how can they do this, don Juan? Carlos asked, somehow angered further by what don Juan was saying. Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?

No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic! don Juan said, smiling. They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist.

A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind.

The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.

I know that even though you have never suffered hunger... you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuvre is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied.

Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.

The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when the predator made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays.

And then, everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless.

Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.