Vic
Jedi Council Member
"Observation must begin from the beginning. All previous experience, the results of all previous self-observation,must be laid aside. they may contain much valuable material. But all this material is based on wrong divisions of the functions observed and is itself wrongly divided.. It cannot therefore be utilized, at any rate it cannot be utilized at the beginning of the work of self-study. What is of value in it will, at the proper time, be taken up and made use of. But it is necessary to begin from the beginning. a man must begin observing himself as though he did not know himself at all, as though he had never observed himself." In Search of the Miraculous, Page 113.
This is what I now need to do. I have spent years thinking I have been self-observing, and if I have then it has been analysing rather than recording, which is the wrong way round. But looking back I have other-observed far more than self-observed. I have analysed others to such an extent that I can read them and predict their thoughts and actions. Some have been helped by this, and others hurt. And, as Gurdjieff also says, what a distraction from working on oneself.
I honestly thought I had been working on myself. In fact I had, since I was 26 years old, emerging from a road accident about which doctors said it was a miracle I survived. But of course they spoke from their own limited frame of reference. But the work I thought I was doing on myself was the wrong work. But, as Gurdjieff says, there may be some material in it that can be used at some point. I wouldn't like to think it had all been wasted - all that religion, psychotherapy, pyramids hanging from the ceiling, chanting, and god knows what else.
But I actually don't care if that previous material was a complete waste. I really don't, because I am now going to begin from the beginning, in the way G advises - as though I did not know myself. I am sick of my limits, and the need to apologise for myself, and pretending that I have some sort of power to affect the world in an above-average way. I am sick of the up and down nature of my emotional existence.
But the biggest thing that I am sick of is my prison. Reading G has given me some fresh hope and impetus though. It dawned on me that I'm not in prison - I am my prison. My mind isn't imprisoned - my mind is the prison.
I just had a strong feeling that I better not write any more. Members will think I am full of self-importance talking about me, me, me. Maybe I am. I think I've just had enough though. Whatever. I feel like swearing at the irritation of me. Can someone dissect me and hold up the evidence of what exactly the bleep is wrong with me please? I always feel like I am on the verge of cracking it - seeing the truth - breaking through the illusion, but that's all. It hasn't actually happened. I can see the illusion of the world in terms of the PTB, and I have known for a long time that I am a slave, but why am I still a prison?
So now I'm sighing and feel like swearing again. I would love to keep on writing, but that idea of getting on people's nerves has beaten me. Maybe I am getting on your nerves. I certainly get on my own nerves. What the hell am I?
This is what I now need to do. I have spent years thinking I have been self-observing, and if I have then it has been analysing rather than recording, which is the wrong way round. But looking back I have other-observed far more than self-observed. I have analysed others to such an extent that I can read them and predict their thoughts and actions. Some have been helped by this, and others hurt. And, as Gurdjieff also says, what a distraction from working on oneself.
I honestly thought I had been working on myself. In fact I had, since I was 26 years old, emerging from a road accident about which doctors said it was a miracle I survived. But of course they spoke from their own limited frame of reference. But the work I thought I was doing on myself was the wrong work. But, as Gurdjieff says, there may be some material in it that can be used at some point. I wouldn't like to think it had all been wasted - all that religion, psychotherapy, pyramids hanging from the ceiling, chanting, and god knows what else.
But I actually don't care if that previous material was a complete waste. I really don't, because I am now going to begin from the beginning, in the way G advises - as though I did not know myself. I am sick of my limits, and the need to apologise for myself, and pretending that I have some sort of power to affect the world in an above-average way. I am sick of the up and down nature of my emotional existence.
But the biggest thing that I am sick of is my prison. Reading G has given me some fresh hope and impetus though. It dawned on me that I'm not in prison - I am my prison. My mind isn't imprisoned - my mind is the prison.
I just had a strong feeling that I better not write any more. Members will think I am full of self-importance talking about me, me, me. Maybe I am. I think I've just had enough though. Whatever. I feel like swearing at the irritation of me. Can someone dissect me and hold up the evidence of what exactly the bleep is wrong with me please? I always feel like I am on the verge of cracking it - seeing the truth - breaking through the illusion, but that's all. It hasn't actually happened. I can see the illusion of the world in terms of the PTB, and I have known for a long time that I am a slave, but why am I still a prison?
So now I'm sighing and feel like swearing again. I would love to keep on writing, but that idea of getting on people's nerves has beaten me. Maybe I am getting on your nerves. I certainly get on my own nerves. What the hell am I?