When Nomads Press originally published my book “A Vagabond in Mexico” some of my reviewers were somewhat disappointed at the lack of information about the author. And they had their reasons: this was my biographical entry for the back cover: “About himself, S. Guzman-C. allows little to be said for the moment; it would be redundant. As you read on you will get to know him some, for he actually was, a vagabond in Mexico”.

Upon reading such a short entry they thought that perhaps I was trying to create mystery to sell the book. And in their opinion the opposite was true: more information about the author would have been a boost. They wanted more. And perhaps they were justified. Our conditioned mind always wants to know the why. Why did I become a vagabond in Mexico? So perhaps they will be pleased with my new book, “The Eye of the Dragon, Stalking Castaneda”. It explains, to a great extent, why I became a wanderer.

But maybe it doesn't matter. I have verified that nothing in this world is actually explainable; it is all energy in motion. When the Buddha says, “Regard this fleeting world as a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream; a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream”, he can’t be more explicit. You see, magic is afoot, although we have the uncanny ability to ignore it completely. We live in a daze; we live in confusion, a confusion caused precisely by our undisciplined ego, our self-absorption. But who is this “I” anyway? Who are we really? I leave you with the question; for it behooves all of us to do our homework, our due diligence.