I was rummaging around one of our bookcases today and I found, buried in the back, my old copy of Journey to Ixtlan - The Lessons of Don Juan by Carlos Castaneda
and it really sent me down memory lane. Does anybody else remember the Don Juan Carlos Castaneda books? I lump their names together because I am 100% convinced there was no such a person as Don Juan, Castaneda made all that shit up while tripping in the UCLA library and working on his masters thesis, the teachings of Don Juan are a composite of a bunch of proto-New Age stuff.
But be that as it may, those books were widely read and admired by me and my friends back in college (circa mid 1970s). Coming from the conservative deep south (Florida), I was not much into acid or peyote but I substituted whiskey and was able to find my power spot, do “Seeing”, jump through the crack between the worlds and all the other Don Juan-moves just like my acid eating friends.
And in California the Don Juan books triggered a whole mini-industry in Native American Cosmic Consciousness. There were books and tapes and weekend seminars. One guy I remember in particular, although I forget his name, may have been Whiskey Wolf, or maybe Big Money Bear or something (I can never remember mystical Indian power names); had tons of books and seminars.
I too must confess, I bought a lot of the books and learned all about the shields of power, and totem animals and all the rest of the pseudo-native American horseshit. Although I did outgrow it after about six months and went back to being a full time white man. (when I say that in a mocking sense, I fully realize that there are legitimate Native American teachings that have value and a real history but most of the shit in the bookstores was not that, it is was fake nonsense, I mean no disrespect to Native Americans, my dad was from Oklahoma).
So, anyone else remember the glory days of Don Juan?
Mad Dog Drinks the Firewater Brian
(that is my mystical Cherokee name)