Re: The First Initiation and Gurdjieff and Christianity
Laura said:
Bud said:
It is only very recently that I find myself in this place. I'm assuming that if anyone else finds themselves there, one of the first things they will realize is that there must be a decision whether or not they even want to do anything about it and that's about as low as it gets, osit.
Of all the things I don't see right now, I also don't see any reason to let myself get to this point and not continue.
That's kind of what it comes to, in the end. And that seems to be about the most un-weighted choice there can be. Just the weight of a feather...
I went back and re-read your experience. There are some similarities and differences with my experience and I'm mostly relating to the way you expressed will and determination from that point on.
I did reach a point where I could see that everything in 3D, including our familiar notions of "Love" is upside down - that it's all just an illusion. Emotionally, I bottomed out at the level of covert hostility. I can see that that was where I had become 'fixed' and that the fixation was somewhat independent of my day to day emotional ups and downs. I somehow knew that I was going to have to go into it at some point and be with it and give it expression. I had to decide that if that was the way it was, then so be it. I was tired of lies and pretense, illusions and addictions to same. I was tired of not being able to make a real difference anywhere.
If I was really a sociopath, then that was what I am and I was going to have to accept the fact of it. If I was a full blown narcissist, I was going to have to accept that as well. If I was something worse, well, that's a scary visual place. In short, I'm talking about a certain attitude toward, and acceptance of, whatever was really there. I had to surrender to the possibility that I would never participate here again or do anything really good and lasting for the rest of my life if that was really what was in me. If that was truly my nature.
There was no strictly defined moment of "Ok, let's do this", but with all the pressure I felt and after having spent all this time reading and studying and not really feeling much different or more effective, I just caved in, so to speak. At a particular point in time, I had also decided to start talking things out so I could hear my own voice. I allowed myself to feel the various states of tension in my body and I just went with everything I was feeling and thinking.
I imagined a so-called friend walking up to me and smiling a greeting. I would look at him and say What do you want? Go away. I don't like you. You think you know me. You don't even know yourself. You think you like me. You interact with me just to feel your own emotions. Go away! But don't go far. You can come back if you want. I don't like you, but I want you to think I do because it makes you like me. Blah, blah, blah and on an on as long as I could express what I was feeling no matter what it sounded like.
The thing is, at the time, I was just going with what was there, giving expression to what I really thought was me, except it turned out that it wasn't really me. As I continued talking to this imaginary person, at first I meant every word that I said. After awhile, I had to make an effort to sound convincing. A little while later, I couldn't think of anything new to add so, as I continued with my attitude, something wonderful began to happen!
My mood started lifting. It wasn't long before I was noticing how absurd it all was. I started laughing and the laughter was such a relief my eyes began to burn as they flooded with tears of relief. I realized what was happening. This junk had dislodged. It was on the move, up and out. The more of it I could express, the more I 'repented' or gave it all up to the Universe.
When it seemed that I got all this stuff out that I could, I noticed something odd and I wanted to let a couple of days to pass before commenting on it, just in case things changed. There seems to be some 'space' between me, the observer, and everything else. Not a lot when I'm concentrating or active, but it is there and seems permanent for now. There is a part of me in back of everything observing, some sense of 'space' and then everything in the sensual matter field of 3D. That seems the best way to describe it. The 'amount' of 'space' I sense between the observer me and what I'm doing is related to intensity of focus. When I'm not doing anything in particular, it seems like I'm sort of two places at one time, in the visual or 'knowing' sense.
It's different from what I was expecting it to be, I suppose. I had thought that if I ever developed a permanent self-observer, it would be like I was detached, outside my body yet still seeing through my eyes, controlling my body like a puppet while knowing what I was doing. This, however, is more like I'm observing from somewhere else simultaneously with my usual perception. Somewhere where I can't be touched, but also seeing and acting from the body's point of view. I can see that the Real me is not the me that is in 3D. The false personality is what has been operating and it's mostly conditioning and programming for certain ways of living, being and working. Some of this conditioning and programming is necessary, but some of it needs to go at some point, while some of it simply needs to be under volitional control.
I haven't lost this sense of separateness/distinction since I noticed it. Does that make any sense?
I don't know exactly how significant this experience by comparison with the description of 'Initiation' in the Wave, but it's significant from the point of view of my own experience so far. It doesn't even feel esoterically magical, mysterious or anything special like that. Maybe it was just a clearing of a major emotional block that was preventing me from experiencing my Real self - or experiencing myself from the point of view of a real self-observer. I'm not quite sure how to phrase this.
It doesn't seem to mean that I am any better at understanding or expressing certain things, but I can see my own workings with some detachment no matter what seems to be going on. In fact, yesterday I had an entire day when I didn't care about, want or need anything for myself. Everything exists for the use and benefit of someone else. There was the fact of it and the feel of it to be true. Other than my basic needs, which also includes job hunting, all my attention is on doing whatever I can to make easier, the lives of the people in the realm of my immediate responsibility, which includes my wife, mom and Dad - as if that is the most important thing right now. I actually feel how important this is, no matter the cost to me in terms of time, effort, or whatever. I came away with a new and unexpected understanding of the concept 'serve yourself by serving others'. It seems when you can get a moment and see through or see around the false self, you see that there is nothing of you requiring so much attention anyway. That leaves "the you in others" who require help and support to get through this life.
I guess this is the process of maturing. I can see what was meant by "terrifying and exciting at the same time." When I found myself at that place for the first time, there was no way to know how it was going to turn out for me, but I'm pleased to say that things seem to be looking up and that I see only improvement from here, no matter any appearances to the contrary.