The Toltec Art of Life and Death: A Story of Discovery by Don Miguel Ruiz & Barbara Emrys

The Toltec Art of Life and Death: A Story of Discovery by Don Miguel Ruiz & Barbara Emrys

Author:Don Miguel Ruiz & Barbara Emrys
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-10-27T06:00:00+00:00


Sarita was indeed dreaming. She was dreaming of another wedding, a huge wedding. In this particular ceremony, there were many brides. There were countless brides, although Sarita could recognize only three. She saw Maria, Miguel’s first wife, accompanied by her three young sons. There was Dhara, dressed in a sari of gold silk. There was the woman who was to be his wife for a few brief months, whose face she recognized but whose name had now faded from memory. And there were more brides, hundreds of them, gathered by the steps of an immense altar, waiting excitedly for the groom to arrive. The affair was being held outdoors, but this time the weather was humid, and breezes blew warm and fragrant from the sea. The mood was happy, expectant, with an underlying romantic intensity that seemed always to arise in tropical climates. Everyone seemed restless, as if anticipating sweet nighttime pleasures and passions.

It seemed that the ceremony was indeed taking place on a tropical island; where she stood, the ocean was visible in all directions. Sarita could not see Miguel, but she felt the nearness of him. She sensed his anxiety at the prospect of so many marriages, but his fear was clearly outweighed by his enthusiasm for the honeymoon. She turned her face toward the wind and felt the pure animal force of that excitement. Had she not felt it, too, as a younger woman? Was that not the sensation of life itself? Every human yearned for euphoric love and ultimate union. Every man and woman wanted to merge with life through the body of another human being. Sarita was no different, nor were the men she had loved. Opening her senses, she was transported by the feeling, banished from the boundaries of belief for an instant and immersed in love. This, if anything, was the essence of him . . . this unconstrained spirit of desire. How deeply it affected the many women in his life, she could not determine, but this was his real power. Knowledge must capitulate to this. The mind, with all its clever calculations, could never prevail against it. This force of unconditional love was in him, and it was him. A hundred ardent brides stood in waiting, breathlessly proving the point.

The wedding party was enormous. The crowd, with guests that included everyone she knew, practically covered the island. Sarita saw members of her family—her sons and daughters, their children, and their children’s children. Old friends mingled with new acquaintances, and brothers and sisters long since gone were drinking and laughing with the living. She saw her own father standing among the hordes of guests, and standing beside him was La Diosa. It was at that precise moment that Sarita realized she was dreaming. This was not a trance, nor was it a memory. This was the kind of dreaming that sleep produced, without cause or intention. Don Leonardo might be visible, and the serpent woman with him, but it was a senseless and rambling dream.



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