"- Ma seule raison, c'est de vouloir vraiment apprendre, juste pour savoir. Je vous assure, Don Juan, que mes intentions ne sont pas mauvaises.
- Je vous crois, je vous ai fumé.
- Je vous demande pardon ?
- C'est sans importance. Je connais vos motifs.
- Vous voulez dire que vous voyez à travers moi ?
- Si vous voulez.
- Alors vous m'apprendrez ?
- Non.
- Parce que je ne suis pas Indien ?
- Non. Parce que vous ne connaissez pas votre cœur. Ce qui est important, c'est que vous sachiez exactement pourquoi vous voulez entreprendre cette étude. Etudier le "Mescalito" ; c'est une chose très sérieuse. Si vous étiez Indien, le seul fait de souhaiter l'étudier suffirait. Car très peu d'Indiens expriment un tel désir."

This is the sorcerers’ explanation. The nagual is the unspeakable. All the possible feelings and beings and selves float in it like barges, peaceful, unaltered, forever. Then the glue of life binds some of them together. You yourself found that out last night, and so did Pablito, and so did Genaro the time he journeyed into the unknown, and so did I. When the glue of life binds those feelings together a being is created, a being that loses the sense of its true nature and becomes blinded by the glare and clamor of the area where beings hover, the tonal. The tonal is where all the unified organization exists. A being pops into the tonal once the force of life has bound all the needed feelings together. I said to you once that the tonal begins at birth and ends at death; I said that because I know that as soon as the force of life leaves the body all those single awarenesses disintegrate and go back again to where they came from, the nagual.

"I said to don Juan that it was not generosity that made me give away the packages but cold fury. I had to do something to calm myself, and that was the first thing that occurred to me.
"But that's exactly what I've been telling you. Your generosity is not genuine," he retorted and began to laugh at my dismay."