
When I was in college I read all the books by that mystic guy Carlos Castaneda. You know the dude who studied under the Yaqui shaman Don Juan Matus who taught him how to turn into a raven and fly. A lot people loved his books and looked at them as some form of spiritual guide to knowledge. I never really did but I found then quite interesting reading.
Castaneda had a very interesting life. He had a sting of women living with him who he claimed as disciples.Three at a time. They all disappeared after he died. They worshipped him and cut off all ties with family and friends. Castaneda lived as a recluse for many years after publishing three best selling books of autobiography. He basically was a cult leader. If you met someone who was really into his books and his philosophy they would argue white was black and day was night if Castaneda said so. Kind of reminds of the present day when you talk to Obamabots.
Except they ain't chewing peyote.