“The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue.”
Carlos Castaneda
“Where does the soul fly to after leaving the body?”
To answer this question, I went to Morocco and traveled through the mountain deserts of the Anti-Atlas in search of an adequate landscape. Marching on isolated mountain paths for hours from water place to water place, cooking, and sleeping under the night sky, the sun, the sweat, and the tiredness, it all created a very archaic experience. It was what our ancestors did for millennia. I decided to photograph only at night in the moonlight. I walked very slowly, like underwater, afraid to fall off the rocks. Most of the time, it was silent. Once I saw a comet with a fiery tail coming down to earth not far from me. The childlike assumption that the world has a magical core appeared to me. I thought of Carlos Castaneda, the essence of Nagual, and that the way of the soul to the light might look like one of these landscapes.