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I woke up yesterday late in the afternoon. Don Juan told me I had slept peacefully for nearly two days. I had
a splitting headache. I drank some water and got sick. I felt tired, extremely tired, and after eating I went back to
sleep. As soon as I woke up in the morning, and without any preliminaries, I told don Juan that I had constructed a
system to explain what took place at a peyote meeting, a mitote, I took my notes and read to him what I had
done. He listened patiently while I struggled to elucidate my schemata.
I said that I believed a covert leader was necessary in order to cue the participants so they could arrive at any
pertinent agreement. I pointed out that people attend a mitote to seek the presence of Mescalito and his lessons
about the right way to live; and that those persons never exchange a word or a gesture among them, yet they
agree about the presence of Mescalito and his specific lesson. At least that was what they purportedly did in the
mitotes I had attended; they agreed that Mescalito had appeared to them individually and had given them a
lesson. In my personal experience I had found that the form of the individual visit of Mescalito and his
consequent lesson were strikingly homogeneous, although varying in content from person to person. I could not
explain this homogeneity except as a result of a subtle and complex system of cueing.
It took me close to two hours to read and explain to don Juan the scheme I had constructed. I ended my talk
by begging him to tell me in his own words what were the exact procedures for reaching agreement.
When I had finished he frowned. I thought he must have found my explanation challenging; he appeared to Cool Bongs For Sale Grafixx Tube
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It took me hours to calm down. I could not sit any more; I kept on trotting on the same place. I had to
breathe through my mouth to take in enough air.
At 11:00 a.m. don Juan came out again. I was going to jump up, but the movements were his. He went
directly to his spot and sat down in his usual familiar way. He looked at me and smiled. He was don Juan! I went
to him, and instead of being angry, I kissed his hand. I really believed then that he had not acted to create a
dramatic effect, but that someone had impersonated him to cause me harm or to kill me.
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