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mankind ancient peoples, IS THE FUTURE. It is not about going and inhabit the pyramids, or much less that the entire population tries to become knowledge beings. That would be an aberration. But what we must do, is to restore the values and principles that the Toltec gave the "macehuales or common human beings, to develop a harmonious and stable society, that as history teaches, managed to achieve a thousand splendor years.

If Mexicans stop importing ideas to solve our problems and tried to search in the philosophical TOLTECÁYOTL precepts, that is our cultural heritage, we would have a new attitude to deal with "the world of here and now" in which we live facing the twenty-first century.

The Toltecáyotl, Toltequity or the so-called " Don Juan teachings" are just a branch of this lush and majestic human knowledge tree, not only of Mexico, but in the world.

THE NAGUAL CASTANEDA DEATH,
or dust in the road.

It was published around the world that on April 27 (1998) anthropologist Carlos Castaneda died in California USA, of liver cancer. As the anthropologist and writer was very discreet in his life and never allowed photographs or recordings, in spite having edited over 30 million copies of his 10 books in several languages, maintaining his life in the most absolute mystery, which leads to understand he also died this way. "The unlimited freedom of an unknown being".

Those who know the Castaneda work believe that this "official version" of his death, is one of the ruses used by the Nagual to go unnoticed in a crowd. The truth is probably that Castaneda has ceased to exist as a "best seller" and period.

Nagual Castaneda, died for the profane world the evening in which jumped from a huge cliff in the Sierra Norte of Oaxaca. Castaneda described it at the end of Tales of Power (1974).

"We crossed the narrow valley and climb the east side mountains. At dusk in the afternoon we stopped at last on a flat and barren plateau that overlooked a high Valley to the south. The vegetation had dramatically changed. All around were round and eroded mountains. The valley land and the slopes were divided and cultivated, but even so the entire scene suggested sterility.

The Sun already outlined the southwest horizon. Don Juan and don Genaro called us to the northern edge of the plateau. From this point, the view was sublime. There were endless valleys and mountains to the north, and a high mountains range to the west. The Sun reflecting in the distant northern mountains, colored the western cloud banks orange. Despite its beauty, the landscape was sad and lonely.

"—Twilight is the slit between the two worlds —don Juan said—. It is the door to the unknown.

—This is the plain in front of the door.

—He then pointed the northern edge of the plateau.

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