The Sorcerer’s Crossing is a book by Taisha Abelar, who supposedly worked alongside Carlos Castaneda under the tutelage of Don Juan, an old, Indian sorcerer.
It is difficult to describe why this book is a failure; I am very enamored with Castaneda’s work. As such, it will be difficult to keep the two authors separate since they supposedly worked together to discover the totality of themselves, so I will preface by saying this: I have put Castaneda’s ideas to work; I have practiced inner silence, losing self importance, dreaming, the magical passes, not-doing, etc., and found the teachings of Don Juan to be real.
If you have not read any of these works–works by either Abelar or Castaneda–then you can’t possibly conceive of this situation, and that’s fine, but there are many out there familiar with Castaneda’s work; many believers and many skeptics, and yet it appears that neither the believers nor the skeptics put into practice the teachings, but this is a different point for a different conversation. What I can say here is that Castaneda openly admitted in his works that he did not provide the sorcerers’ real names nor did he disclose the actual location where anything took place- he blatantly states that in his novels. That being said, the characters; Don Juan, Don Genaro, Vicente, Pablito, LaGorda, LaCatalina; they are so vastly dissimilar that they are either real people or the product of a wonderfully talented author; the former is my belief because as I stated: I’ve practiced the ideas and they work for me, however, the ideas, people, and situations presented in The Sorcerer’s Crossing are not real.
I say this because the characters she presents are one dimensional; they all talk the same way, act the same way- it’s obviously just Abelar’s fabrication. She is trying so hard to jam one book with the level of mystery that was elicited by Castaneda’s works, but he had to stretch it out over 12 or 13 books. It’s difficult, really, to explain this. I don’t know if Abelar did or didn’t ever work with Don Juan or what role she actually played in the new cycle, or she if ever practiced anything herself. Maybe she really did, but the book itself feels fabricated; the story of a silly girl trying to mimic the vast eternity that was Don Juan Matus.
In conclusion, I want you to make your own decision, but my suggestion is to not waste your money on The Sorcerer’s Crossing.