"[My relationships were] like I was in these movies where the script was only half-written. When I’d get to the end of this half-script, the other actors wanted me to ad lib. But I had never gotten the hang of that. That’s why these movies were always box-office failures. Six of them in the past twenty years. I always blew the lines." ~ from my horrible first novel "Learn How To Pretend." (unpublished)(obviously)

Thursday, March 07, 2013

The inner eye

Read this article in it's entirety at Zenyogagurdjieff

I had an interesting moment the other day when someone from the Parabola Facebook community lamented on my post "a greater good" that they were "with me until I started muddying up the issue with God and the Lord."

 Let's face it, this space is not for people who want to think in atheistic terms. Anyone who comes here hoping to find a philosophy sterilized to exclude deity is going to be profoundly disappointed.

We may all agree that deity may carry a different set of meanings, associations, or understandings for different people; indeed, that's a foundational proposition in my original Episcopalian faith, and, within the context of this level, inevitable. Swedenborg was more than willing to allow for this; yet he, like Gurdjieff, pointed out — in his own delightfully unique way — that at a certain level of understanding, such distinctions dissolve, and one is faced with fundamental understandings related to Divine Love and Wisdom.

 Why Gurdjieff failed to more openly emphasize these essential properties of the universe, while Ibn Arabi and  Swedenborg expounded at such great length on them, is a mystery to me. His work is not only fundamentally consonant with that of these two great spirits, it is profoundly suffused with understandings that emanate from these two universal properties. And, in fact, his work is — like the work of Sufis — a work of the heart, a  quintessentially compassionate and extraordinarily loving work, no matter how misunderstood it has been as a consequence of Ouspensky's well meant, but tragically clinical, version of it.

 I make no secret of my devotion to God, and I am not embarrassed by it.

Read the rest of this article at the fabulous and fascinating Zenyogagurdjieff

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