I love the books by Carlos Castinada who writes about his time with the shaman, Don Juan.
One of my favorite stories is as follows.
Don Juan and his friend, also a shaman, took Carlos to the foot of a waterfall falling over a sheer cliff. "Wait here', Carlos was told. The two shaman then climbed the cliff wall and effortlessly crossed the falls half way up. Carlos stood dumbfounded.
When the two men returned to his side, he asked, "How did you do that?" "Watch again." The two shaman again scaled the cliff and easily and quickly crossed but this time Carlos saw both men had glowing tenacles radiating from their navel area, which held them securely to the cliff face.
I remembered this story one evening as I was following our yoga teacher through a series of poses. We were doing the Crane. As I stood on one leg and held my foot behind me with one hand, a tenacle silently unfolded from my navel and attached itself to the floor.
No one in the class seemed to notice as I leaned my weight on the tenacle. I felt I could have stood there all evening. As the class moved onto the next pose, the tenacle folded back into my navel. I followed the teacher's lead in quiet joy.
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