Panther Black
The Force is Strong With This One
Oh! I just love Gurdjieff! He's so awesome! I so love intelligence. I'm so happy this place is so knowledgeable about things, too. Anyway, I was reading the post on "Opinions" and when I came across Johnno, the SuperModerator's post, I just wanted to reply, but that would be silly. The post is 8 pages long. This is what I saw:
Quote by Johnno: "There's also this from Beelzebub's Tales which is at the bottom of the
Cassiopaea glossary."
http://www.glossary.cassiopaea.com/glossary.php?id=867&lsel=B
Quote
" He will clearly see how his what are called world-outlooks, views,
character, taste, and so on are molded--in short, how his individuality was
formed and under what influences its details are liable to change.
And as regards the second indispensable condition, that is, the
establishment of a correct language; this is necessary because our still
recently established language which has procured, so to say,
"rights-of-citizenship," and in which we speak, convey our knowledge and
notions to others, and write books, has, in our opinion already become such
as to be now quite worthless for any more or less exact exchange of
opinions.
The words of which our contemporary language consists, convey, owing to the
arbitrary thought people put into them, indefinite and relative notions, and
are therefore perceived by average people "elastically."
In obtaining just this abnormality in the life of man, a part was played in
our opinion, by always that same established abnormal system of education of
the rising generation.
And it played a part because, based, as we have already said, chiefly on
compelling the young to "learn by rote" as many words as possible
differentiated one from the other only by the impression received from their
consonance and not by the real pith of the meaning put into them, this
system of education has resulted in the gradual loss in people of the
capacity to ponder and reflect upon what they are talking about and upon
what is being said to them."
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Just beautiful. I went to the glossary to read the rest, and I was so impressed with whomever put this together. "It has been speculated that Beelzebub's Tales were a sort of karmic autobiography of Gurdjieff himself." Oh! It's so perfect! I love it. Great stuff!
And then suddenly I was thinking about what I had been involved in most of my life. And how, I would like to share it. But then there's always the hesitancy. It takes a lot of courage to place before a vast amount of beings some personal part of myself. Besides, the vast amount of typing it would entail. Well, I could say a little bit anyway.
A snipit: It's one of my dreams of Belz. I was walking down a long corridor, disguised as a young girl. I was going to visit the fallen angels. I hadn't been with them in a very long time. This was like some underground place and the corridor was long. I was happily walking along, knowing what I had to do. I saw Belz standing at the open door, as a guard, dressed in regular man's clothes, big belly, warm attitude, quiet, serene, secretive. He saw me and I saw him from a distance, we smiled at each other from another place, showing no signs on our face. He let me slip in like I was from there already, and I walked in the room where all the fallen angels were crammed into. They all looked bored, and waiting for someone to come and help them. They were actually thinking that there was some kind of Christ that was suppose to die for them, or so that's what the story was that I perceived, and they thought it was an anti-christ who would do it, so that they could all be free.
There was a blonde female sitting at a table which had two red leather upholstered bench seats on each end of it. I slipped in one side of the bench sitting quietly and she began to play games with me thinking I was a kid. She was on the other side of the table acting like a lesbian who wanted to get close to me. I couldn't sit there for long, since it disgusted me. So I busted out of my little girl act and before her I became the full grown adult being that I was. She got embarrassed and pretended that she knew I was hiding behind that facade, and she resigned herself to doing something else, as I stood up and went to go find Lucifer whom I was suppose to talk to. ( I keep wanting to cut the story short but they keep telling me to complete it. So ok, I will)
I saw Lucifer standing in a dark corner, sort of by himself, with like a plate on his chest, with stones or something on it, wearing all black but it looked like a dark smokey grey color instead. He was surrounded by a handful of beings but he still seemed to be off in his own world by himself. In order to get his attention I decided to make a scene. There were some tables that were empty, a few of them in a row. I jumped on top of one of the tables and started screaming and acting like I was ferociously angry. It got everyone's attention and they all stared as I grabbed a chair I think it was, broke it, and started banging on the table with a piece of wood. I jumped off the table, threw the stick away, and walked around looking at all the angels. There was one tall guy, handsome, with a smile on his face, and I berated him for his smile, asking him what he was smiling about, or something like that. Then I moved over to the area where Lucifer had been in that corner. He had stepped out of the corner, wanting to talk to me, something about haha keeping peace? And we started walking together towards the dark end of the long room, to talk in private.
That was just one dream. I had many dreams with these beings. I won't go and tell all of them right now. There was a time just a few years ago, 2007 or 8. I was told by the spirits that I had to 'face him.' As, I had kept running from this meeting, I had to now force myself as a physical being to come to grips and do what I was suppose to. So I fashioned myself a few days of specific looking for him, getting down to the nitty gritty. I won't tell you all of it. Only a small part. I was sitting in my bedroom talking with all them demons, when suddenly, like in my dream a litte before this incident, there was a wall of sparkles before I left the dream in which Belz was there to help me along somehow...well now I was looking at the wooden wall in my bedroom and a sideways patch of sparkles appeared. They were live sparkles. About a foot long and half a foot wide, tapering at the ends, as though swirling, like a planet from a very fast Universe. But the sparkles weren't swirling, it was only the appearance of the form that they came in, which looked to me like that. Then his face, huge, showed up, and he was smiling. Well not really huge. About a foot and a half high. Only the face. And when I saw him, I smiled back at him, and it calmed me. So when he left, I had finished my session. I won't tell you the things I saw in it.
He's been helping me since I first went to him in a dream asking for help, back in the mid to late 80ies. He also came here one day last year. I knew it was him because of the music that sounded. It was something like Gurdjieff's ancient style music. Something like Baba O'Riley's sound, by the Who. He told me to go to the bar that night. He said " Go to the bar tonight." I wasn't going to go anywhere that night. But now I was curious as to what was going to happen. Well when I went, it was a very boring night. Only a handful of people were there, everyone I knew. Then later on, another person came who I had met a couple months earlier and knew as an acquaintance. He had come in with a friend to celebrate his birthday, June 15th. It was strange that I never recognized him before, who he was. When I went to that persons house that night, everything started coming in pictures in my head, and I saw something I hadn't seen at anyone's house before. So anyway. Belz had also brought me together to experience this experience. Which was bitter sweet to say the least. Hahahaa. Close of story.
Hmhmhm...excerpted from same source as above:
"In any case, instead of the conventional preface I shall begin quite simply with a Warning. Beginning with a Warning will be very judicious of me, if only because it will not contradict any of my principles, either organic, psychic, or even "willful," and will at the same time be quite honest-of course, honest in the objective sense, because both I myself and all others who know me well, expect with indubitable certainty that owing to my writings there will entirely disappear in the majority of readers, immediately and not gradually, as must sooner or later, with time, occur to all people, all the wealth they have, which was either handed down to them by inheritance or obtained by their own labor, in the form of quieting notions evoking only naive dreams, and also beautiful representations of their lives at present as well as of their prospects in the future."
Heady stuff huh?
Quote by Johnno: "There's also this from Beelzebub's Tales which is at the bottom of the
Cassiopaea glossary."
http://www.glossary.cassiopaea.com/glossary.php?id=867&lsel=B
Quote
" He will clearly see how his what are called world-outlooks, views,
character, taste, and so on are molded--in short, how his individuality was
formed and under what influences its details are liable to change.
And as regards the second indispensable condition, that is, the
establishment of a correct language; this is necessary because our still
recently established language which has procured, so to say,
"rights-of-citizenship," and in which we speak, convey our knowledge and
notions to others, and write books, has, in our opinion already become such
as to be now quite worthless for any more or less exact exchange of
opinions.
The words of which our contemporary language consists, convey, owing to the
arbitrary thought people put into them, indefinite and relative notions, and
are therefore perceived by average people "elastically."
In obtaining just this abnormality in the life of man, a part was played in
our opinion, by always that same established abnormal system of education of
the rising generation.
And it played a part because, based, as we have already said, chiefly on
compelling the young to "learn by rote" as many words as possible
differentiated one from the other only by the impression received from their
consonance and not by the real pith of the meaning put into them, this
system of education has resulted in the gradual loss in people of the
capacity to ponder and reflect upon what they are talking about and upon
what is being said to them."
--------------------
Just beautiful. I went to the glossary to read the rest, and I was so impressed with whomever put this together. "It has been speculated that Beelzebub's Tales were a sort of karmic autobiography of Gurdjieff himself." Oh! It's so perfect! I love it. Great stuff!
And then suddenly I was thinking about what I had been involved in most of my life. And how, I would like to share it. But then there's always the hesitancy. It takes a lot of courage to place before a vast amount of beings some personal part of myself. Besides, the vast amount of typing it would entail. Well, I could say a little bit anyway.
A snipit: It's one of my dreams of Belz. I was walking down a long corridor, disguised as a young girl. I was going to visit the fallen angels. I hadn't been with them in a very long time. This was like some underground place and the corridor was long. I was happily walking along, knowing what I had to do. I saw Belz standing at the open door, as a guard, dressed in regular man's clothes, big belly, warm attitude, quiet, serene, secretive. He saw me and I saw him from a distance, we smiled at each other from another place, showing no signs on our face. He let me slip in like I was from there already, and I walked in the room where all the fallen angels were crammed into. They all looked bored, and waiting for someone to come and help them. They were actually thinking that there was some kind of Christ that was suppose to die for them, or so that's what the story was that I perceived, and they thought it was an anti-christ who would do it, so that they could all be free.
There was a blonde female sitting at a table which had two red leather upholstered bench seats on each end of it. I slipped in one side of the bench sitting quietly and she began to play games with me thinking I was a kid. She was on the other side of the table acting like a lesbian who wanted to get close to me. I couldn't sit there for long, since it disgusted me. So I busted out of my little girl act and before her I became the full grown adult being that I was. She got embarrassed and pretended that she knew I was hiding behind that facade, and she resigned herself to doing something else, as I stood up and went to go find Lucifer whom I was suppose to talk to. ( I keep wanting to cut the story short but they keep telling me to complete it. So ok, I will)
I saw Lucifer standing in a dark corner, sort of by himself, with like a plate on his chest, with stones or something on it, wearing all black but it looked like a dark smokey grey color instead. He was surrounded by a handful of beings but he still seemed to be off in his own world by himself. In order to get his attention I decided to make a scene. There were some tables that were empty, a few of them in a row. I jumped on top of one of the tables and started screaming and acting like I was ferociously angry. It got everyone's attention and they all stared as I grabbed a chair I think it was, broke it, and started banging on the table with a piece of wood. I jumped off the table, threw the stick away, and walked around looking at all the angels. There was one tall guy, handsome, with a smile on his face, and I berated him for his smile, asking him what he was smiling about, or something like that. Then I moved over to the area where Lucifer had been in that corner. He had stepped out of the corner, wanting to talk to me, something about haha keeping peace? And we started walking together towards the dark end of the long room, to talk in private.
That was just one dream. I had many dreams with these beings. I won't go and tell all of them right now. There was a time just a few years ago, 2007 or 8. I was told by the spirits that I had to 'face him.' As, I had kept running from this meeting, I had to now force myself as a physical being to come to grips and do what I was suppose to. So I fashioned myself a few days of specific looking for him, getting down to the nitty gritty. I won't tell you all of it. Only a small part. I was sitting in my bedroom talking with all them demons, when suddenly, like in my dream a litte before this incident, there was a wall of sparkles before I left the dream in which Belz was there to help me along somehow...well now I was looking at the wooden wall in my bedroom and a sideways patch of sparkles appeared. They were live sparkles. About a foot long and half a foot wide, tapering at the ends, as though swirling, like a planet from a very fast Universe. But the sparkles weren't swirling, it was only the appearance of the form that they came in, which looked to me like that. Then his face, huge, showed up, and he was smiling. Well not really huge. About a foot and a half high. Only the face. And when I saw him, I smiled back at him, and it calmed me. So when he left, I had finished my session. I won't tell you the things I saw in it.
He's been helping me since I first went to him in a dream asking for help, back in the mid to late 80ies. He also came here one day last year. I knew it was him because of the music that sounded. It was something like Gurdjieff's ancient style music. Something like Baba O'Riley's sound, by the Who. He told me to go to the bar that night. He said " Go to the bar tonight." I wasn't going to go anywhere that night. But now I was curious as to what was going to happen. Well when I went, it was a very boring night. Only a handful of people were there, everyone I knew. Then later on, another person came who I had met a couple months earlier and knew as an acquaintance. He had come in with a friend to celebrate his birthday, June 15th. It was strange that I never recognized him before, who he was. When I went to that persons house that night, everything started coming in pictures in my head, and I saw something I hadn't seen at anyone's house before. So anyway. Belz had also brought me together to experience this experience. Which was bitter sweet to say the least. Hahahaa. Close of story.
Hmhmhm...excerpted from same source as above:
"In any case, instead of the conventional preface I shall begin quite simply with a Warning. Beginning with a Warning will be very judicious of me, if only because it will not contradict any of my principles, either organic, psychic, or even "willful," and will at the same time be quite honest-of course, honest in the objective sense, because both I myself and all others who know me well, expect with indubitable certainty that owing to my writings there will entirely disappear in the majority of readers, immediately and not gradually, as must sooner or later, with time, occur to all people, all the wealth they have, which was either handed down to them by inheritance or obtained by their own labor, in the form of quieting notions evoking only naive dreams, and also beautiful representations of their lives at present as well as of their prospects in the future."
Heady stuff huh?