I attended a workshop by a Mexican trainer near Mississauga (Canada).
The trainer was dark and slim, yet his skin seemed gray for
someone who claimed to live in a desert. He said he would
teach us how to use Toltec dream magic and that he would show us how
to build magical power during our sleep. Here is my story ...
Since I retired, my hobby of ghost stories has opened many
strange doors that I wish I had looked through when I was younger.
If esoteric agencies and ghosts existed, I reasoned, then the next
step was to find ways of banishing the more troublesome ones. Hence
Toltec Dream Power seemed like an interesting way to spend a
weekend. It certainly beat a demonstration of divination using Ouija
boards and tarot cards that I had been invited to. That old spiritualism
stuff is really slow.
I enjoyed the books of Carlos Castaneda. Castaneda portrays
himself as an ultimate inept student and his teacher, Don Juan Matus
as an ultimate wise guru in the shape of a Mexican sorcerer. I once hoped that
Castaneda's books were mostly factual but I believe now that they were mostly fiction.
This trainer introduced himself as a member of a parallel lineage to
Castaneda, and demanded complete control during the workshop.
I thought that maybe the guy's mind was still in Mexico, but I wanted
to stay so I agreed to his rules.
Not everybody stayed. One couple argued with him briefly and left,
declaring that this workshop was about building power - not about
giving power away. I silently applauded them but stayed anyway.
The first day was a series of meditations and movements to open
body power points. It was similar to other methods which
I already knew (a common problem for us workshop junkies). At the
end of the day, the teacher asked for permission to visit our bodies
as we slept that night; in the same way that his teacher had
done for him. Nobody challenged this - sometimes we Canadians
can be too trusting. Or maybe nobody really believed him.
The next morning began in chaos. Three women accused the trainer
of mental abuse. This became a yelling contest and two
of the women asked for their money back. The lady who organized
the workshop stepped in and took charge - she was a GOOD mediator
- in a few minutes we were a class again, with the angry women
willing to work through their discomfort during the day.
I knew one of the angry women, Mary, fairly well.
We had met quite a few times. She is generally a dynamo,
interested in everything and willing to try anything. She is also
good-looking. We chatted during a break, and I daringly asked if
she was attracted to the teacher. But no, she thought that he had a
disagreeable personality and that his skin looked sick. She
suspected that he had no real personal power - until she
awoke from a horrible dream.
For most of my adult life I was a psychotherapist, and I remain
a good listener. Most people can relax with me and talk about what's
on their mind without fear of criticism or ridicule - especially
if the topic involves ghosts and magic. Mary said that mental rape
wasn't the half of it - it was more like deviant sexual humiliation.
But she was willing to call it a crazy dream until further notice.
The rest of the workshop was OK. We learned some
body movements - almost dances - that were supposed to collect power from
earth energy fields. These earth energies, once collected, could be stored in
the body and could be used, with intent, to change things. The teacher
said that our collected power might fade at night, and told us how to
recharge our magical power in the morning. He mentioned (in response to
a question) that people's spirits could also be captured and
used - but that he wouldn't teach us how to do that. We ended
the workshop listening to Mexican folk songs.
Mary phoned me later that week. She said that she was exhausted
by her dreams and her body sensations. Her descriptions were similar
to people I have met who who lived in haunted houses. Or maybe
it was some wild transference. I was curious if the trainer could
deliberately leave some of his self or energy in other
people. Or perhaps the trainer could steal a person's energy. Or both.
Or something else.
Mary said that she was afraid to sleep, and that she had set an
alarm clock to awaken her every fifteen minutes to avoid deep sleep.
She added that her skin was starting to look gray - like the trainer's.
After a week or so, she phoned again, then came to my
home and directly asked me to help her. I replied that I no longer
practiced psychotherapy, but that I could refer her to a colleague.
"No", she said, "not that help.
I want real help - magical help".
I sighed deeply, thought about it, and sighed again.
"I'm not a magician", Mary", I said, "I
check out ghost stories. I only ... ".
I think I'm haunted!
She smiled thinly and interrupted, "That's why I'm
asking. I think I'm haunted".
Well. I felt trapped by my own words. I wrote a short
disclaimer and asked her to sign it - that if I ask her some questions
- that any answers that she might make or actions that she might take
were her own responsibility, and that this was free, with no payment
received or expected. It was rubbish, legally, but I felt flustered,
and writing it helped me organize my thoughts.
At my suggestion, we met in a park, and sat by
a statue of some war hero. (Everybody knows the statue, but nobody knows
who he was - so much for passing fame). I wanted the sounds of nature
around. Although the loudest noise was from passing traffic, a few
birds assisted and mingled with the laughter of children in the play
I followed some steps that I use to check haunted places, to help
Mary see and identify what was affecting her.
She tensed and started to tremble. I held her hand and repeated
"I am here with you".
Mary found what she called a nest of snakes centered on her
lower back. On closer examination, these snakes were more like moving
hollow tentacles that could attach to things and suck. They
seemed to bring some energy into her body. I asked her to locate the
center - and she whimpered. "Omigod!",
she moaned, "it really happened".
She said that maybe the trainer had done what he said he would do
- what she had agreed to. She could now steal energy (her words)
from certain people and store it in her womb. She said that since the
bad dream during the workshop she had felt uncomfortably connected to
the trainer through her womb, hence a feeling that she had been raped.
We explored more. One of her snakes was longer, darker
and thicker than the others, and Mary said that it stretched to
infinity. She said it seemed to "blow" energy rather than
"suck". We followed the connection - to the Mexican trainer.
He seemed to have a similar but larger nest of snakes; and his snakes
seemed also to connect to people, of which Mary was only one.
His snakes centered on his abdomen, not his lower back.
Mary said that his snakes looked more like pulsing umbilical
cords, and that he also had a larger connection that appeared
to send the energy somewhere else ...
This was horrific. If at all true, then people could indeed be
"energy collectors" ... gathering or stealing energy during the
day, and sending the collected energy at night, while they slept. It
seemed too that they could recruit other people in a sort of
esoteric multi-level pyramid scheme.
My muscles tensed. I stopped and carefully checked myself
- could I be another collector? It seemed not. Was I too old? The wrong sex? Not
compliant enough? Not enough energy? But no, so I relaxed and we moved on to the
more important question - how could we remove her psychic snake nest?
For me, the most difficult part of psychotherapy was making a
diagnosis that explains all the symptoms. After that, remedial changework
is often straightforward. Mary and I tried some therapeutic and magical
techniques without success, and we arranged to meet again the next day.
During my evening meditation, I found a solution.
We could deliberately send a certain energy - a LOT of it
- through the connection to the trainer, during the day when it would
be unexpected. We did this when we met the next day - and it worked!
Mary said that her umbilicus-like tentacle exploded, and her
collector tentacles seemed to fade away.
(I have since learned more efficient and elegant methods of
diagnosis, healing and coaching from Martyn Carruthers, who derived it
in part from native Hawaiian shamanism. He calls it
Soulwork Systemic Coaching and I
recommend it to people who explore separate realities and altered states.)
On completion - Mary was shocked but she could relax. Two days later
she phoned to thank me and to say that she slept peacefully for a long time.
She asked if she could call me again if "those horrible things
return". I said "Of course", but she didn't phone,
and when we met again a month or two later, she said that it was like a
Some dream - I was in it! Here are links to a few other experiences:
Haunted House . Curses
. Ghosts . Demon
Online Help: Coaching, Counseling & Therapy
I am a retired psychotherapist living in Ontario.
I investigate ghost stories. You can ask Martyn for assistance.
David J. Marsden 2002 All rights reserved