Do you know that moment when you catch a glimpse with the corner of your eye and you turn your head in that direction and it’s nothing there? I keep seeing a shadow even when I’m alone at home, even at work, sometimes when I’m walking on the street. I see it with the peripheral vision of my right eye; a dark shadow that quicly disappears. It kinda moves behind me whenever I turn my head.
Castaneda said, through the teachings of Don Juan, that Death sits always on your left shoulder. But I see something with my right eye. I don’t sense anything, but it makes me wonder: am I anxious about something? Am I always on edge? Why do I feel as if I’m being watched?
There must be some worry around my head that I can’t yet put my finger on. How do you deal with such a shadow?