As long as I repeated the suggestion,
the arm remained where it was. Afterwards, I could not recall
how long the state of mind had lasted.
My brother shared with me an interest in rising above the limitations
of home, school, religion, society, and reality. By the time
I turned him on to the Castaneda books, he had already studied
Einstein's special theory of relativity and The Tao Of Physics.
In the spring of 1978, when he was studying physics at the State
University of New York at Stony Brook, he told me that he had met
an English professor who was an expert on the Castaneda books.
He knew that my quest for a teacher would begin in roughly two months,
when I would graduate from high school. He wanted to help me.
He suggested that I attend the Castaneda expert's free lecture series on
meditation in Manhattan.
I wondered why a Castaneda expert would live on Long Island rather
than in a remote desert in Mexico, but my brother's enthusiasm
was sincere. "Besides," I thought as we rode the train into the city,
"anything I learn now will only help me on the journey."
We arrived at a building on 33rd Street. A rickety elevator took
us to the third floor, where the sweet and spicy aroma of incense
wafted through the air.
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