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recuperation, he clandestinely introduced the man to the Seer‘s world, the man became an
apprentice, and later a teacher himself...
Ironically, this second source of confusion during my acute learning curve breathed new
life into my old suspicions that Bonnie may be the cleverest recruiter alive, as opposed to
distinctively nuts. I dealt with this concern on a warm May evening, during a stroll along the
West Vancouver seawall....
"Why did Carlos bother going back after their first meeting? | I asked Bonnie on no cue
other than we had finished speaking about another matter.
Accepting the topical change as if she had been thinking about it, Bonnie said, -His self-
importance rendered it unimaginable that a Yaqui Indian elder could be smarter than him. | She
started to laugh, fought it off, and said, -You were unable to fathom how I could know anything
about conflicts that you didn‘t know, but you‘ve developed more tolerance for my ideas because
they are showing up in your writing by now. | Her statement was not a question.
-I did borrow some ideas while I was away, | I admitted.
-I‘m not accusing you of anything, | she chuckled. -What I say to you is a gift. Do with it
what you will. |
-Thanks. Did Carlos suspect there was some kind of deception going on? |
-Like you do? Of course. |
-Why didn't that screw up Juan's credibility? |
-Juan knew how to polish an ulterior motive, which allowed him to lead Carlos into
participating in the sorcerer's culture until validating experiences made it impossible for him to
stay away. Carlos always struggled to rationalize Juan's ways into a sociological structure he
could accept, | Bonnie said, with a shrug, -but he didn't realize he had already made the leap into
the unknown. | She leaned into her explanation. -Your friend, Sami, knew that committing to a
decision meant leaving his feet, after which all you can do is engage your destiny with dignity. |
She paused. | Initially, you tried to manipulate your fate by hunching low, but then you
understood your commitment to your decisions at Goodbye. The part of your awareness that‘s
designed to protect your physical journey still thinks I'm crazy, but there‘s a deeper part of you
that knows you've already left your feet. Otherwise, you wouldn‘t be bargaining for your reason
now. You‘d be at the pub conveniently forgetting the special moments you can‘t properly
explain, especially since we met. |
-I'm researching your premises like you asked me to—as if I‘m a student, not a writer. |
-You‘ve softened your approach, but you‘re still serving an ulterior motive. |
-If you say so. |
-I did –weren‘t you listening? |
Before I left for the day, she gave me a book written by Lynn V. Andrews, about her
unexpected journey of becoming a Medicine Woman, and another book each by Jane Roberts
and Carlos Castaneda.
The effect of Bonnie‘s daily lessons, and reading at night, was to have me constantly update
the minutiae of my grant application: it was taking shape as a well- thought out premise upon
which to base an intriguing story, except the climax remained problematic.
The Gathe ring
By the end of the first month of Bonnie‘s elaborate chats with her -Universe, | driven by the
impact of my vivid dreaming and the escaped prisoner, a typical day consisted of getting up at