"And this brings us to something we've never talked about. What color were the scouts
you've seen so far?"
Until the moment he mentioned it, I had never thought about this. I told don Juan that the
scouts I had seen were either pink or reddish. And he said that the deadly scouts of the
third type were bright orange.
I found out myself that the third type of scout is outright scary. Every time I found one of
them, it was behind the dream images of my parents, especially of my mother. Seeing it
always reminded me of the blob of energy that had attacked me in my first deliberate
seeing dream. Every time I found it, the alien exploring energy actually seemed about to
jump on me. My energy body used to react with horror even before I saw it.
During our next discussion of dreaming, I queried don Juan about the total absence of
inorganic beings in my dreaming practices. "Why don't they show up anymore?" I asked.
"They only show themselves at the beginning," he explained. "After their scouts take us
to their world, there is no necessity for the inorganic beings' projections. If we want to
see the inorganic beings, a scout takes us there. For no one, and I mean no one, can
journey by himself to their realm."
"Why is that so, don Juan?"
"Their world is sealed. No one can enter or leave without the consent of the inorganic
beings. The only thing you can do by yourself once you are inside is, of course, voice
your intent to stay. To say it out loud means to set in motion currents of energy that are
irreversible. In olden times, words were incredibly powerful. Now they are not. In the
inorganic beings' realm, they haven't lost their power."
Don Juan laughed and said that he had no business saying anything about the inorganic
beings' world because I really knew more about it than he and all his companions
combined.
"There is one last issue related to that world that we haven't discussed," he said. He
paused for a long while, as if searching for the appropriate words. "In the final analysis,"
he began, "my aversion to the old sorcerers' activities is very personal. As a nagual, I
detest what they did. They cowardly sought refuge in the inorganic beings' world. They
argued that in a predatorial universe, poised to rip us apart, the only possible haven for us
is in that realm."
"Why did they believe that?" I asked.
"Because it's true," he said. "Since the inorganic beings can't lie, the sales pitch of the
dreaming emissary is all true. That world can give us shelter and prolong our awareness
for nearly an eternity."
"The emissary's sales pitch, even if it's the truth, has no appeal to me," I said.
"Do you mean you will chance a road that might rip you apart?" he asked with a note of
bewilderment in his voice.
I assured don Juan that I did not want the inorganic beings' world no matter what
advantages it offered. My statement seemed to please him to no end.
"You are ready then for one final statement about that world. The most dreadful
statement I can make," he said, and tried to smile but did not quite make it.
Don Juan searched in my eyes, I suppose for a glimmer of agreement or comprehension.
He was silent for a moment.
"The energy necessary to move the assemblage points of sorcerers comes from the realm
of inorganic beings," he said, as if he were hurrying to get it over with.
My heart nearly stopped. I felt a vertigo and had to stomp my feet on the ground not to
faint.
"This is the truth," don Juan went on, "and the legacy of the old sorcerers to us. They
have us pinned down to this day. This is the reason I don't like them. I resent having to
dip into one source alone. Personally, I refuse to do it. And I have tried to steer you away
from it. But with no success, because something pulls you to that world, like a magnet."
I understood don Juan better than I could have thought. Journeying to that world had
always meant to me, at an energetic level, a boost of dark energy. I had even thought of it
in those terms, long before don Juan voiced his statement.
"What can we do about it?" I asked.
"We can't have dealings with them," he answered, "and yet we can't stay away from
them. My solution has been to take their energy but not give in to their influence. This is
known as the ultimate stalking. It is done by sustaining the unbending intent of freedom,
even though no sorcerer knows what freedom really is."
"Can you explain to me, don Juan, why sorcerers have to take energy from the realm of
inorganic beings?"
"There is no other viable energy for sorcerers. In order to maneuver the assemblage point
in the manner they do, sorcerers need an inordinate amount of energy."
I reminded him of his own statement: that a redeployment of energy is necessary in order
to do dreaming.
"That is correct," he replied. "To start dreaming sorcerers need to redefine their premises
and save their energy, but that redefining is valid only to have the necessary energy to set
up dreaming. To fly into other realms, to see energy, to forge the energy body, et cetera,
et cetera, is another matter. For those maneuvers, sorcerers need loads of dark, alien
energy."

Carlos Castaneda: The Art of Dreaming