Now I do not know what Carlos Castaneda was smoking while he wrote Journey to Ixtlan: the Lessons of Don Juan, but it sure did bring out his creative side. Throughout Journey to Ixtlan, the reader is constantly perplexed and confused by the enigma that is don Juan. Don Juan is a teacher, if you want to call him that, and he teaches Castaneda how to stop the world and how to erase personal history. In reality I really do not think don Juan existed, he was merely a figment of Castaneda's peyote-influenced
youngest of eight kids so she had a great childhood where she was the baby and she was the one who was put the most attention on. When my aunt hit the age of eighteen she married this caring, tall, handsome, charming guy at this elegant church in Ixtlan Del Rio Nayarit, Mexico. The colorful lights on the dance floor, the music blasting at full volume causing ears to vibrate and all the good vibes around was a great sign that this was one of those nights to always cherish. Her husband gave a great