Labyrinths

I have an acquaintance whom we, his friends, call Doc. He is a healer and an adept in Dreaming. Only after meeting him did I learn what true suggestion is. I visited him in St. Petersburg; I hadn't even set my bags down when a girl, about 13-14 years old, was brought into the apartment. A company of drunk men had thrown her from a moving electric train. Doctors had done everything they could. But a severe concussion was making itself known. The girl would spend 5-6 days without sleep, then fall almost into a coma, wake up a day later, and the cycle would repeat. It was horrifying to look at her—a living corpse, with horror and pain in her eyes. Doc seated her in an armchair, sat opposite, and the girl immediately fell asleep. Her parents and I entered his circle of power. A minute later, these people were also asleep. I looked at Doc's back—a black, severe jacket. Suddenly, a tunnel opened before me. The walls had a living texture—as it happens in a dream, when everything is so clear, colorful, and alive that the Tonal becomes saturated, and a tear in Dreaming occurs. Some force pulled me forward. I wanted to hide, to lie low... Doc interrupted the session and gave me a couple of slaps. He said we were in the depths of the labyrinth—an archetypal structure that all people see in Dreaming. It manifests in Dreaming in various forms—a house with many rooms, a network of ravines, dungeons, etc. This structure has found its reflection in many computer games, as it describes the quest cliché—finding the way to the next level. Doc cured the girl, and I learned a great deal about labyrinths.

My friend became interested in them by chance. Once, at a "Lifespring" course in St. Petersburg, one of the participants entered a regressive state. The 28-year-old woman began to behave like a 10-year-old girl. At that distant age, she helped her mother in a nursery school—her mother was either a nanny or a caregiver. And then this dignified lady suddenly began to see in people—in colleagues, employees, relatives—little children who had soiled themselves. And she behaved accordingly. She was taken to prominent doctors, but nothing helped. A dark cloud hung over the course management. Eventually, the woman was taken to Doc, but he, finding no common ground for communication, threw up his hands and said his "I'm sorry." However, thoughts of the unfortunate woman troubled him, and suddenly, in one of his Lucid Dreams, he found himself in a labyrinth. Or rather, it was the other way around—he found himself there and entered a Lucid Dream. That woman stood beside him. The tunnel walls pressed in around them, and Doc pulled the woman towards the supposed exit. In short, he pulled her out of the tunnel, and in the morning, joyful colleagues called him to report that the woman had miraculously rid herself of the regression. And this event happened precisely that night.

Later, Doc managed to heal a blind girl in the same way. Her case involved deformation of the optic nerves. That is, her vision could not be fully restored. But he led her out of the labyrinth, and she regained her sight.

Why am I telling you all this? To show you how mysterious our consciousness is, and what discoveries the analysis of Dreaming can bring us. Psychologists believe that the archetype of labyrinths is a projection of ailments, problems, and unresolved tasks of everyday reality. Those who mapped Dreaming do not agree with them. For them, labyrinths are traps of attention. And what's interesting is that these "traps" grow, develop, and serve as a dwelling for many types of Inorganic Beings.

If one imagines the map of Dreaming as an upward-stretched rectangle, where the edges are the boundary regions of human perception, and if a diagonal is drawn from southwest to northeast, then the zone of labyrinths will be located on the southeastern parabola relative to that diagonal.

But exploring a labyrinth is dangerous. Carlos Castaneda also spoke of this. For such journeys into consciousness, an innate gift is necessary. And if an ordinary Dreaming dissipates concentration in a few minutes, a labyrinth drains it almost instantly.