"When you're in the world of the tonal there is no time for irrational crap: when you're in the world of the nagual, there is no time for rational crap."
That little quip came to mind yesterday in chat, in which the query was once again in regard my own spiritual seeking, I suppose (even though I'm not sure there is anything to be sought). Some time ago it was pointed out to me that I had a rational approach versus a spiritual one and at the time I wish that above quip had come to mind.
So, while I'm in waking reality, I consider that to be the tonal, and even though my attention constantly wanders from point to point to point, sometimes landing on the things of the moment, sometimes fixated on a thought, or a daydream, or a remembrance, or a thousand other things, it's still what I consider the tonal, and in all respects, there is no time for irrational crap.
The odd thing is that the nagual is, imo, always available, every moment, and to access it requires only two things: a shift of attention to it (some like to call that a shift of the Assemblage Point, a phrase I'm getting sick of hearing), and silence. I suspect that's why don Juan was on about turning off the Internal Dialog, because as long as that chatter is going on, the nagual is not available.
I still believe the examples provided in Kent Nerburn's "Neither Wolf nor Dog" are the finest of one accessing the nagual. In that main character's case, he was in nearly constant contact with it, and truly abandoned himself to it, fully allowing it to direct him in nearly everything he did, something I'm unable and unwilling to do at the moment. That equates nicely to Jed Mckenna's comment about "letting go of the tiller".