The Ethical Foundation of an
Ongoing E-mail Conversations with don Coyotl
By John Bilby
By John Bilby
Readers of Mindful Awareness Magazine may have seen in the April issue (No. 1) the e-mail conversations that I had then with a still-unknown practitioner of ancient Mexican nagüalism--a sorcerer in the don Juan Matus and Carlos Castaneda tradition--whom I had met "mysteriously" while browsing during one of the first days that I ever logged-on to the Internet. When he spoke about "awareness" I was all ears. The name used here, don Coyotl, is a pseudonym. I still don't know his real name, age, what he looks like, or where he is. Yet I've gone on enjoying his correspondence and teachings immensely since that time.
The following conversations faithfully reproduce what he has had to say to me since then. It speaks for itself. Along the way, I have come to realize very clearly that he speaks of a state of being that is beyond the parameters of what I know. It pertains to achieving full "freedom from our human form."
There are twenty-one consecutive e-mails back and forth that are deleted from the middle of this journal, in which don Coyotl was giving me personal instructions in attempting the arts of "dreaming," "gazing," and "recapitulation," which are germaine in an apprentice sorcerer's training. I feel it's not appropriate to share these letters because the coachings in them were tailor-made to my own personal history. If a reader is interested, general training of this kind can be found in Mr. Castaneda's books, and through his website which is at www.cleargreen.com. So far, I have been a slow and unsteady beginner with these practices, but I will "get there."
And, as in the first series of letters published in April, I make an "ass" out of myself from time to time here in my emotional ramblings with him. Don Coyotl isn't phased by this.
Throughout the conversations that are published here, I have been attempting to draw him out to express the metaphors of sorcery in a form that would be recognizeable to students of spiritual approaches of all kinds, ways that would correspond with my understandings so far of a "whole spiritual training." That is, I have tried to make out of sorcery a metaphor for spiritual practice. In particular, I have tried to "corner him" about "love," "kindness," "altruism" and "the ethical foundation of a sorcerer." Cornering a "man of power" isn't so easy to do. Mind you, this is a man who can look at "love" as "resentless ruthlessness." (And a truly loving man he is indeed!)
So the "correspondences" that I was trying to manipulate didn't always seem to fit. The uncorruptible consistency and personal integrity of this man is indeed something to see. It bespeaks his mastery, and allows for a pure expression of sorcery, uncorrupted by my so-called "spiritual aims." Yet the conclusion of this series of talks comes as a surprise for me, and I hope, for readers, as well.
As we pick up these conversations, I had e-mailed thanks to don Coyotl ("Resentlessly ruthless thanks.") for allowing me to print our first conversations in the April issue. I'm not sure if he had any attitude about my doing this, one way or the other. I had the feeling he watched with amused detachment. But he didn't seem to mind. I had to ask him about a puzzling remark he made in response to my statement that I would always verify with him in advance before again publishing any of the things that we would have to say to each other. Here, he responds to my question about that in an e-mail to me:
[John said] >Where you wrote "For your own sake though - always verify your actions," I'm not sure what you are referring to here.
[don Coyotl replied] What I was refering to was that you constantly check with yourself "is this _right_ or is it merely ego-mania?". That is the only verification that is worth pursuing.
>And I'm really going to take to heart your warning about not working my self into a corner. (I'd really like to hear you amplify on this, by the way, if you would, as to what you have in mind.)
>I know that I value our conversations very much, and hope they will continue, spontaneously, and without a sense of being watched over either of our shoulders. That would be a real shame, for instance, if my shadow-side would start posing for a theater audience, so to speak,when I have the opportunity to use these moments that I have with you to learn.
Don't worry about me. When it comes to you yourself...see above! ;-)
>My mind is both in here behind these eyes and in Webland, talking to people who aren't already there yet, and maybe never will be.. The power of Intent, I am open to it. Tell me as much as you can.
I already have, and always do...in due time.
Good luck fixing your shadow!
Thank you, don Coyotl. I take it to heart. I'll do my very best.
This morning I woke up at 5, an hour before I'd set my alarm. I was shivering under an open window. It was as if a cold fog had come "over the peninsula." Of course, there's no geography like that here. I felt an angst. It was like that time I told you about some years back when I saw that jackrabbit through my window. I felt a strangeness that calls attention to itself for its mysterious uneasiness. (Ah, this must be a clue.) I thought a depression had come over me, but I checked myself out, and it isn't that. (And I'm a therapist, so I know what depression is very understandingly, in my own self as well as in others.)
It was strange that it came to me that "a sharp corner had been turned." And I felt an anxst about it, a dread (or general dissatisfaction with life). I felt an empty space in my life. It was an empty space as if you had withdrawn from my life. I thought at once that this was a projection on my part. (How many times have you attempted to make clear to me that whatever I do would not cause you to reject me?) Yet I felt that "something was different." I realized, in my contemplations, a deep dread of displeasing you.
It reminded me of me as a little boy, and my parents. My fears of displeasing them. With all the therapy I've done (naturally, as therapists are great fans of being in therapy), I don't ever remember having this sense of *realizing* my self, as the self of the little boy I was, with my parents, and my fears of displeasing them. (And the gaping hole that would seem to remain in life if that were to happen and they were to go away.)
I want you to know, don Coyotl, that the role I've adopted as a student of your teachings is not bullshit, not just a literary artifice so I can have neat stuff for my webpage. Maybe a part of me wants to turn back "before the sharp turn in the road." Before a little boy thought that he had alienated his parents. That seems to be there, too.
I think it's good that my inter-relating with you should bring up such a vivid exposure of verisimilitude of my traumatic childhood experience. Therapists, since the Freudians, at least, would say that it's appropriate for this material to surface along the course of any therapeutic regime, and be dealt with. I think this confrontation with my identity is a good thing, too. In using "Jack Tochtli" [Editor's note: "rabbit" in the ancient nagüalist language of Mexico.] it wasn't "just for the hell of it," as you say. I can see the distinction now. I was not being a serious student. I was romanticizing.
I know that I'd like to go on being friends with you, and continuing to learn from the teachings you share. And I'm content not to know you face to face (though this morning's meanderings have made me wonder if that is an indulgence, itself--a way of romanticizing you for myself.)
Anyway, I've realized a few things. You are not my parents. And I am not your child. It is my own responsibility to sort all these things out.
Well, these are all my ramblings on a cold morning after the fog has come in over the peninsula, and I have been hanging out with the mysteries of my ego, and the mysteries of anxst, and the mysteries of you, and the mysteries of who I am.
Good morning, don Coyotl. I think the fog is lifting now. I go back to work on the website at the exact time that I would have if I'd slept the whole night.
Oh . . . now I get it! This fog has been the pitting of that part of my being that will be your friend and student against the ego of the two of us merely becoming "characters in a book"--i.e. don Coyotl and Jack Tochtli.
There will come a time when we will reach a cross-road - just like the one we stumbled upon when we met - and when we do, we will both immediately know that it is time for us to go our separate ways. This is not a dictate of man, but of Spirit alone. It matters not. We are all alone on the path of heart. I do know your angst. I have felt it as well, many a time. To realize the beauty of the moment and at the same time knowing that it is already passing. Trying to hold on to thing...that we are skilled at - not succeeding in it, but spending our lives...searching for those wasted years. It is a bit of a melancholy that easily can strike a weary wanderer. Both you and I know that we are to walk the path alone...yet it is always good to travel in packs. United we can cross the distance, but from there we are alone yet again. When it comes down to it - the only companion we have is infinity itself.
I am a phantom, just like any other being you might encounter on your path. Trying to pin me down won't do you any good. I am but a fleeting moment - a shadow crossing your path. You caught the chance. Now all you have to do is summon enough cojones to travel the distance. Don't waste that moment on trivial intellectual excersize. You've done that your entire life already. Lose that fear. Fix your shadow. Become whole again. Remember the itch. You can never displease me. Intent leads the way. This moment will last exactly as long as necessary for us to do Spirit's bidding - or until we run in fear. I cannot afford indulging in fear, so I take another step with rattling bones. This is as important to me as everything else. I do the bidding. It is my homage. We all have one to pay - one way or another. Arizona. All in due time.
don Cojón the fartknocker
Ah, yeah. I think I get it. Here I am pouring out all these many, many words in my emails to you, and they are all just the outpouring of my intellectual thinking mind on my tonal side--the same old games. Here, when I have a cubic centimetre of chance of actually learning something from you while you're around, by keeping my mouth shut more, I am only repeating the same old patterns that I had so many years ago, when I sat with don Felípe, and "tried to subordinate everything he tried to share with me to my own self-importance and intellectual understandings."
johnny, the shitkicker (literally, in the corral, as much so as in my e-mails.)
>Ah, yeah. I think I get it. Here I am pouring out all these many, many words in my emails to you, and they are all just the outpouring of my intellectual thinking mind on my tonal side--the same old games.
There is a time for everything. The tonal needs to be dealt with just as well as its opposite side. The idea is to bring the halves together into a whole. To do this one must cause movement - a flow within. This in turn is made possible by rearranging the list of priorities on one's tonal side. Only when nothing matters and yet crucial one is able to break the mold and unite the two. All in due time. The first thing is to rearrange all the items on your list. A tideous task indeed, but well worth the stretch. You are already taught the quirks on how to find out things in others by looking for it. Now it is time for you to learn how to let go of all that and truly observe what IS - not only of what is without but more than ever what is within. Know thine enemy. Not until you know the contents of your list and their order is it possible to alter it and give your other side a chance to breathe. You are familiar with the recapitulation technique? If not I suggest you look into it. It serves as a perfect platform for your future endevours.
I have some things to do which requires my absense from the net for about a week. I will be gone starting Thursday and will return sometime in the middle of the following week. If there is something you need to get off your chest before that I suggest you do so before my departure. Until next time, take care!
I'll get my teeth into this teaching while you're away. There is much here I don't understand, but let's see what I can get of it on my own, first.
I'm back at base. Just wanted to inform you. I hope everything is well and proceeding with proper hardship and ease!
Glad to hear from you, don Coyotl.
I'm okay, but tired a lot these days, and working a lot at the ranch. Phase 2 of my website is done, and seemingly functioning well. Yes, "proper hardship and ease." I've made just a little progress on dreaming, have adopted gazing as part of my regular daily practice. Being "at all times" aware of myself, my emotions, my thought-patterns, my actions, re-actions . . . Yep. :-)
Heard on the news while you were away that Mr. Castaneda died, and have felt very sad to hear that, and remember that.
Well, off to the country,
Yes, news of the death of the last nagual of the lineage connected to the tenant surely struck fear into the heart of many a follower of the teachings that Castaneda presented in his books for all and any to know.
Whether Carlos joined Juan by taking a leap into infinity or died as most of us do, we will probably never know. It really doesn't matter anyway. The struggle is a super-personal one, and even though we may travel in groups we still stand alone. The enemy within is an adversary we must face without the aid of anything but our trust in our own personal power. Intent.
Cleargreen Inc. - Castaneda's Web partners - made a statement about his death (http://www.castaneda.com/updates/cc622.html), but as I pointed out earlier, it really doesn't matter. Death is two-fold and an affair between each and everyone of us and the master stalker. Taking the jump into infinity is, after all, an alternate way of leaving this world for the next.
Use your strength where it counts. Choose your battles carefully. Your battle may be one of solitude, but you're never alone.
Husbanding strength (which your suggestions have been pertinent to), is becoming increasingly essential, with three days off here, and then eleven days straight at the ranch (in this weather of half-days of humid heat and half-days of cooling rainstorms, with lightning, high winds, and possibly flooding).
I'll be home parts of every day, at different times of day and night, and, I'd like to keep on, slow and easy, logging on line and dealing with a little correspondence and a little "duties" at the online school. Balancing all that up is going to be quite a challenge on into the beginning of August. Then I'll have a little time off and continue with another long stint of being out there daily. It's vacation time for the other hands, again, and my annual income from this job depends heavily upon these extra bursts of hard-fought income.
At the same time, I am delighted to be in touch with you again, and look forward to your postings. Some telephone talk with you would seem a most luxurious thing, but you know what is best.
>the death of the last nagual of the lineage connected to the tenant.
That sounds pretty heavy! So, what happens now? There is a tradition that students go on "beyond" their teachers, that I've heard of here and there. And there is another tradition that the "next" teacher is the one who is the "center of gravity" among students, embodying the teacher's teachings. Carlos must have attempted to teach others as much as he was capable, and as much as real students appeared who opened to his teachings. Is there "no nagual" that is left now? Or are there many true naguals among his students?
I realize you may not care to comment on any of all this, d. C.--the moreso to the degree you really know.
But there is a phenomenon of interaction between us here that has been going on. And although I have never pursued "nagualism" in the shoes of a real student, I loved and found sophisticated teachings in Carlos' books whenever I returned to them over the years. And I have been educated enough in other ways to give your hints and exercises "a pretty good try."
And I seem to have a strong intuitive feeling about you, and the expressions that you always make in every posting, that you sound like "an older Castaneda," seasoned as a teacher, finding clearer and simpler ways of saying the things that you have to say. You have your own way of saying it, and I like the way you do. That is what *counts* to me, even if you are much younger and only a harbinger of expressors of it on into the next generations . . . . . if such there are to be. And what you say always seems to pertain at the heart of my ongoing and ever mysteriously unfolding daily life.
>Use your strength where it counts. Choose your battles carefully.
I don't know anything at all about what battles you may be carefully choosing, my friend. But I'd like to know. I'd like to know what you are going to be doing with your life in perpetuation of Castaneda's teachings, if that is even appropriate for your path of heart.
I don't even know if you've ever *known* Mr. Castaneda. Yet, from my experience in knowing you, I'd like to invite you to teach little bits of what you do know about it, to accidental browsers who come upon it--as you have been doing with me! Your style is refreshing, and definitely enlightening for those who can catch on to listening to what you are saying. Friends of mine who are lovers of Castaneda's work have agreed after reading "Conversations with don Coyotl."
Would you write an article for MAM magazine, d.C.? It doesn't have to follow any "party line" of things I say around the site, of course. Challenge things you may find elsewhere on the site as you find necessary, of course. (I never intended for the site to be about me. I intended to provide a simple "kindergarten" version of it here that would get students some experience in awareness for pursuing any and all of the great teachings of it, on into the 21st Century.)
I'd only like the site to be a hangout for awareness teachers of all kinds--a kind of "forum" that can help bring this knowledge of awareness to the experiential understanding of people at large who may be looking for it, for the sake of human peace.
And in choosing my battles carefully, I would go on finding space in it for my conversations with you, my friend, which I enjoy so much, even in a "nothing matters" world..
>So, what happens now? There is a tradition that students go on "beyond" their teachers, that I've heard of here and there. And there is another tradition that the "next" teacher is the one who is the "center of gravity" among students, embodying the teacher's teachings.
The "road-map to infinity" that was received by the sorcerers of Juan's line-age ceased to be as Castaneda was chosen to end it for whatever reason Spirit may have had. This tradition, as described in the late nagual's journals, was but one of many. What made Castaneda and the sorcerers before him a line-age, was their pact with the tenant, which also has tranformed into something entirely new. The old ways as the world has come to know through Castaneda's books are gone. The other traditions following the path of heart have remained in the shadows --and for good reasons. The road-map needed a revision, and Spirit chose Castaneda to deliver its sprout. Where we go from here is, as it has always been, all up to Spirit. Any act derived from man's own wishes are bound to wash up red herrings. Castaneda was the farmer, sewing the seeds for anyone to pause long enough to hear the whispers of Spirit...and within its breath lies the path to infinity.
>...you sound like "an older Castaneda," seasoned as a teacher, finding clearer and simpler ways of saying the things that you have to say.
As I have pointed out before, the credit is not mine to take, since the knowledge of what to say, when to say it and to whom is all up to forces coming from beyond my own mind. Castaneda did a formidable task of putting the words of his line-age onto paper in such a way that it for the pragmatic readers were appliable to the every-day world and beyond. I, in my conversation with you can tailor-make each sentence so that it hits right on target each time. Each conversation, mine with you and Castaneda with his readers, has its own purpose and thus cannot be compared - only directed.
>I don't know anything at all about what battles you may be carefully choosing, my friend. But I'd like to know. I'd like to know what you are going to be doing with your life in perpetuation of Castaneda's teachings, if that is even appropriate for your path of heart.
Spirit dictates the moves for me, as it has since I began to traverse my path of heart. The strife is all. Each day. Each moment.
>Would you write an article for MAM magazine, d.C.?
If I feel compelled, by inner or outer forces, to do so - I will. Any specific subject you are eager to dip your toes into?
The weather these days is a golden opportunity to cultivate one's body and spirit. Only by balancing on the blade will you achieve a cutting edge...
Hi, d. C. So, what happens now?
>What made Castaneda and the sorcerers before him a line-age, was their pact with the tenant, which also has tranformed into something entirely new. I see. Can you tell me anything more about "the tenant?" I'm not familiar with that term. >The old ways as the world has come to know through Castaneda's books are gone. . . . . . Where we go from here is, as it has always been, all up to Spirit. Any act derived from man's own wishes are bound to wash up red herrings. Yes, I seem to get it. Re: "Any act derived from man's own wishes..." You seem to be making no distinction between wishes and wants. If one takes "wishes" to be "benign," peaceful wishes, wishes that you are over the mange, etc., and wants as selfish ego, without sensitivity or caring for the other -- you seem to be making no distinction between these. What is "the human element" of "interpersonal caring," or the counterpart of "the human element" in this transcendental teaching, if any? >As I have pointed out before, the credit is not mine to take, since the knowledge of what to say, when to say it and to whom is all up to forces coming from beyond my own mind. . . . . . I, in my conversation with you can tailor-make each sentence so that it hits right on target each time.
You slip the point, which is that you apparently are a teacher, a nagual, after all, who, when "overheard" (in that MAM article) by various people I know, apparently touches each of them, as if "tailor-made" to their tonal, as well.
I suppose I was saying to you: "Hey, d. C., since dear Mr. Castaneda has died, how about stepping in (not to replace the irreplaceable, of course), and writing up some of this clear teaching that Spirit gives to you (whoever you are). It's presumptuous of me to have fantasies about what you "ought to" do, d. C. So where is the division of real and unreal in this, d. C? If I would wish to share some of your teachings with others, wishing it would do 'em some good -- is that futile and bound for the fish heap? Or is there any "worthwhile intention" in that kind of thing? Is there such a thing as "dear" Mr. Castaneda--as I wrote above--or do the "touching" feelings of that, which seem present in me, go with the red herrings, as well? How does one "choose?" On what basis, that is? How does one muster the economy of one's being around "intent?" There is still much mystery to me in contemplating the resentless ruthlessness in your ways of relating with me. Often I "get a kick out of it," and it catches me up in surprise when you seem to "cut me down." That seems to go along with times when I seem to be "being more friendly than usual," is the only way I can think of to put it (hustling you for friendship?--I'd have to sit with that--it seems sincere to me to reach out to others that I like.).
As compared with "ordinary" concepts of such things, are there unordinary concepts in the sorcerer's realm around such ideas as friendship, cameraderie, collegiality, teamwork, collaboration, working together with joy on a mutually esteemed project? What are the counterparts of these "ordinary" human things, usually deemed as "worthwhile," in the sorcerer's "unordinary" realm?
Is there harm in my seeing greatness in you, and giving you encouragement, "cheering you on," so to speak? Is there no place in sorcery for that? How do sorcerers relate with each other in a social way, in a technological way (i.e. doing things together that are done collaboratively)? How do sorcerers relate with others in ways that are seen as "fit" in the view of sorcery?
Where does "happiness," by the way, figure in? Where does the "doin' it just for the lovin' of it, because it's *high livin'*" come into the nagual's description?
Well, I've got lots of questions, haven't I? These are specific subjects I'm interested in dipping my toes in, as you put it.
>Can you tell me anything more about "the tenant?" I'm not familiar with that term.
"The tenant" was one of the old sorcerers that managed to alter his form so that it more closely resembled the one of the inorganic beings than the human form. By doing so he was able to defy death until our days. He was trapped by the lure of power from the inorganic beings world and managed to escape eons later by tranforming into a female form. To evade his/her former captivators and sustain the new form he/she needed energy. For that purpose she sought up a nagual of the Castaneda line-age and made a bidding. Each generation's nagual would give the death-defier some of his energy in exchange for knowledge (learning new positions of locating the assemblage-point to be precise). Thus the death-defier "earned" the name "tenant" and by doing so, the new line-age was born. The tenant later merged with the nagual woman Carol Tiggs in such a way that their destinies were united...if she managed to make the abstract flight, so would the tenant for they are no longer two but one being. There are more "death-defiers" out there than the tenant.
They are all remnants of the ancient ways, and all were swayed by the lure of power. A sad fate to say the least. If you are interested in this particular subject I suggest you pick up "the art of dreaming" by the late Castaneda and get to it. It might encourage you in your efforts of finding your hands in your dreams - or it might do the opposite - it depends on how big your cohones are.
>Re: "Any act derived from man's own wishes..." You seem to be making no distinction between wishes and wants. If one takes "wishes" to be "benign," peaceful wishes, wishes that you are over the mange, etc., and wants as selfish ego, without sensitivity or caring for the other -- you seem to be making no distinction between these.
It really doesn't matter. Pragmatic is the way of being on the path of heart. It is of course directly harming to one's own progress in engaging with selfish thoughts, but what is "benign" or not is a case for philosophers (one good act to one may very well be an evil act onto another). Good or evil plays no part in the pragmatic sense of a warrior on the path of heart. Spreading peaceful wishes around makes as much good as pissing in another's well to increase the water-supply. I say it again - pragmatic is the way - and wishes don't cut it. Intent, however, is the force within and without that makes things really happen. Intending is what is necessary to grasp a view of one's hands while dreaming. Intending is using one's will in such a way that no fear or desire is involved. It is not entirely a part of our minds. Intending is a bodily sensation - and not only the physical body.
>What is "the human element" of "interpersonal caring," or the counterpart of "the human element" in this transcendental teaching, if any?
Not careing for one another, in such a way that it is not indifference, but unconditional love.
>So where is the division of real and unreal in this, d. C? If I would wish to share some of your teachings with others, wishing it would do 'em some good -- is that futile and bound for the fish heap? Or is there any "worthwhile intention" in that kind of thing?
We all have our own path of heart to travel, yet we won't take another step unless we are ready (able) to do so. Human beings make investments, sorcerers do it for the hell of it. As long as we make investments (asking what's the risk and what's the profit) we are not able to make any use of whatever insight or wisdom that might be handed to us. Helping others is done best by not careing (which leaves enough room for Intent to take effect). "Spiritual" people (the every-day new-ager for one) is really not interested in a pragmatic sense, yet they "seek enlightenment" both high and low. It doesn't matter if they sit all day long listening to a guru on a mountain-top or whatever, not a word will stick. Yet there is one instant where it may by a "worthwhile intention". I am not a merciful Samaritan, but I do belive that we all ought to have at least one shot at it - one cubic centimeter of chance. Spreading the word may provide that chance for a few. But in the end, it is up to ourselves. It doesn't matter how long you and I speak unless you put your insights into use, correct? Tell you what...Intend it forth.
>Is there such a thing as "dear" Mr. Castaneda--as I wrote above--or do the "touching" feelings of that, which seem present in me, go with the red herrings, as well?
Affection and respect are tricky emotions. They may cloud one's link with Intent very easily. "Dear" Mr. Castaneda won't care whichever way you cut it. Feeling kinship as a fellow traveler as long as it does not tie the sender or the receiver down is not smelling fishy though.
>How does one "choose?" On what basis, that is? How does one muster the economy of one's being around "intent?"
A sudden flash in the dark. A silent voice in the back of your mind. A smell in your nostrils. A tingling in the back of your neck. Those are only "co-travelers of Intent". Trust your personal power, no matter how small or big and your link with the dark sea of awareness will be clear enough for you to "know" without knowing. There is a time for everything. Where lies the choice you ask (philosophy discussion about the free will flaring up again). This will most likely not make any sense to you, but it is the only way I can relate this to you in words. By Intending you can make Spirit's commands your own. It is like swimming in the dark sea...acting purely. The choice is whether you choose to do it or not.
>As compared with "ordinary" concepts of such things, are there unordinary concepts in the sorcerer's realm around such ideas as friendship, cameraderie, collegiality, teamwork, collaboration, working together with joy on a mutually esteemed project?
Some choose solitary travels and others unite in groups. Again, this is a choice of Intent using the map to infinity. We all have our own path to traverse, but some distances we may travel in packs.
>What are the counterparts of these "ordinary" human things, usually deemed as "worthwhile," in the sorcerer's "unordinary" realm?
"Para mi solo recorrer los caminos que tienen corazon, cualquier camino que tenga corazon. Por ahi yo recorro, y la unica prueba que vale es astravesar todo su largo. Y por ahi yo recorro mirando, mirando, sin aliento." - Don Juan
>How do sorcerers relate with each other in a social way, in a technological way (i.e. doing things together that are done collaboratively)?
One way is joining forces by uniting into groups of travelers. Whom is to join and when is more an affair between Spirit and each and every one of us, rather than between the members and the newcomer. Nobody can "enroll". We are all hand-picked by outer forces. That is part of the road-map to infinity.
>How do sorcerers relate with others in ways that are seen as "fit" in the view of sorcery?
With a minimum of energy expenditure.
>Is there harm in my seeing greatness in you, and giving you encouragement, "cheering you on," so to speak? Is there no place in sorcery for that?
Encouragement comes in many forms. It is really only necessary when one falters from one's path. Encouragement can be a kick it the behind or a clap on the back or just a devilish smile. Encouragement is a push. If it is done correctly it can actually move the target in desired direction. To truly push with effect one needs to stand outside the circle. Encouragement as in rewards is however pointless. A warrior does not crave them.
>Where does "happiness," by the way, figure in?
It is a predilection of how some of the sorcerers choose to relate to the world, rather than a mood in which they may induldge.
>Where does the "doin' it just for the lovin' of it, because it's *high livin'*" come into the nagual's description?
It depends on what it is. Doing it just for the heck of it, without desires for rewards or punishments, an act of controlled folly and while doing so, enjoying the hell out of yourself is no problem. When you indulge (and you know when you do if you just ask yourself) however, it is never good. Never lose focus. Sharpen your discipline. While you do there is no harm if you love it.
Breaking one's back while pushing to make a somersault is a big waste. Take care of yourself, and don't outdo yourself in any matter. A precise fashion is necessary to withstand the pressure of the world.