An elective sociology class that I took a long time ago covered this book. For reasons that were not entirely clear to me, I felt that this book had a significant impact on me. So, decades later, I decided to re-read it to understand what all the commotion was about.
Reading this book is like attending a Grateful Dead concert. It would be helpful to be under the influence of psychedelic drugs to enjoy it, let alone understand whatever it is trying to convey. Unfortunately, I re-read this without any mood enhancers or mind-altering substances, with as clear a mind as I could manage. However, my attention waned repeatedly throughout, and I found this book to be mostly tedious nonsense. To make matters worse, it was poorly written.
A typical passage (which I made up but encapsulates the essence of the book) goes like this: Don Juan told me that if I wanted to be a sorcerer or a warrior, I needed to look at the horizon. "Which way?" I asked Don Juan. But he just glared at me as if he could see right through me. So I turned left, and his glare became more intense. Then I turned right, and that seemed okay. "Now what?" I asked Don Juan. He just smiled at me, and I wondered what that meant. Then he said we needed to move to another spot, closer to the medium-sized rock to the southeast of us and further away from the coyotes. "Why that way?" I asked. He glared at me again. Then I could see the muscles on his back and wished I was in as good shape as Don Juan. He then ran like a rabbit, clucked like a chicken, and said to me, "You do this tomorrow at dawn, and you will finally see what it means to stop the world." I was frightened, not sure if I could do that. I had run before and clucked like a chicken before, but never both at the same time. I wasn't sure if I was man enough, let alone warrior enough for such a thing. I thought about returning to my car, but it was gone. Don Genaro made it disappear or took it for a joyride. The midnight sun was playing tricks on my mind, so I wasn't sure.
Rarely have I wanted a book to end as much as this one. I think this book was classified as self-help years ago. No wonder that genre is often made fun of. I gave it 2 stars instead of 1 because I was feeling very generous and relieved that this was over.
"You're rational, all right," he said fiercely.
And that means you believe that you know a great deal about the world. But do you? Do you truly? You have merely witnessed the acts of people. Your experiences are confined solely to what people have done to you or to others.
You are completely ignorant about this mysterious and unknown world. There is so much more out there that you have not even begun to fathom.
The world is filled with secrets and wonders that elude your understanding.
You think you have it all figured out, but in reality, you are just scratching the surface.
Until you open your mind and explore beyond the boundaries of your limited experiences, you will never truly know the depth and breadth of this vast and mysterious world.
"When one does not have a personal history," he elaborated. "Nothing that one utters can be regarded as a falsehood. Your dilemma lies in the fact that you feel compelled to explain everything to everyone, while simultaneously desiring to preserve the novel freshness of what you do. Well, since you cannot remain excited after elucidating all that you have accomplished, you resort to lying in order to carry on."
"From this moment forward," he declared. "You must simply present to people whatever you wish to show them, yet never precisely disclose how you have done it."
"You see," he continued. "We have only two options: either we accept everything as certain and real, or we do not. If we adhere to the first, we ultimately become bored to death with ourselves and the world. If we follow the second and erase personal history, we create a haze around us, a highly exciting and mysterious state in which nobody knows where the rabbit will emerge, not even ourselves."
"Death is the only wise counselor that we possess."
"The thing to do when you are impatient is to turn to your left and seek advice from your death."
"He stated that the only thing that mattered was action, acting rather than talking."
"When a man decides to do something, he must go all the way, but he must take responsibility for what he does. No matter what he does, he must first understand why he is doing it, and then proceed with his actions without having doubts or regrets about them."
Originally published in 1972, the third book in the trilogy "The Teachings of Don Juan" by Carlos Castaneda, the renowned philosopher guru, is truly a product of its time. However, the concepts presented in the book have resurfaced with the current research in psychotropics as an aid to curing numerous maladies. One such concept is the abandonment of the ego. Additionally, the ideas of “doing nothing” and “stopping the world” are Buddhist mindfulness practices that have now become ubiquitous in our current lexicon.
One quote that I particularly appreciated regarding mindfulness and our self-made paradigms is this: “People tell us from the time we are born that the world is such and such and so and so, and naturally we have no choice but to see the world the way people have been telling us it is.” Throughout the book, Don Juan converses with Castaneda about becoming a warrior. I interpreted this to mean a spiritual warrior – one who adopts the mindset and practice of thinking differently and “seeing” clearly.
“Only as a warrior can one survive the path of knowledge, because the art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man with the wonder of being a man.” *Obviously, this also applies to a woman. Many have come to believe that the three books that make up “The Teachings of Don Juan” are fiction or autofiction. However, this is irrelevant as the spiritual teachings remain the same. It is a wonderful read with a compelling and often humorous story.
Amy Wallace’s memoir, which reveals the narcissistic, controlling, insecure man who had a cult following and a harem of women, is not entirely unexpected. Unfortunately, many teachers abuse their power. The dark side lurks just on the other side of the light. In my review of her memoir, I have this quote from near the end of her book: “This was no black and white tale, for Carlos was not a shifty huckster but a misguided philosopher whose experience of power was corrupting. Thus, he damaged many lives, at the same time exalting many others. Now I believe there is no nagual (sorcerer) outside of the one inside me, and I prefer to forge my own path rather than seek a replacement father; to live a life without sacrificing my power for crumbs of intimacy within a harem. Carlos, by wish or accident, did guide me, in the end, to the awareness that I hold all my own answers.”