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Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open

The Gurdjieff work by a former member By Bard of Ely.

My experiences as a member of the Gurdjieff work

George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff is perhaps not a name that is so well known and yet as a mystic and philosopher he had and still has a large following of people interested in learning his system of knowledge.

Gurdjieff was born in Armenia in 1866 or 1877 (even this is not known for certain) and the story goes that as a young man he became fascinated by the unexplained and paranormal mysteries of life and decided he would set out into the world to find out what it was all about. This he did and his travels took him from the Caucusus to Egypt, Asia and to the Himalayas.

He also spent time studying Sufi traditions and eventually formulated a system of knowledge he brought back to teach in the Western world. Gurdjieff's travels were before 1912 when he returned to Moscow but exact details are sketchy because they are mainly based on what he said he did.

Gurdjeff travelled in Europe in 1921 and 1922 but he had a car accident in 1924, which nearly killed him. Whilst recovering he wrote Beelzebub's Tales To His Grandson.

Gurdjieff, or G as he was also known, taught that there were four paths to knowledge - that of the monk, the fakir, the yogi and the fourth way, which equated with a new human that he was trying to create. His avid follower PD Ouspensky pushed the term the fourth way much more than his teacher ever did and went on to write books on the subject including In Search of the Miraculous - Fragments of an Unknown Teaching and The Fourth Way.

Gurdjieff wrote three books in a series known as All and Everything - Beelzebub's Tales To His Grandson, Meetings With Remarkable Men and Life Is Real Only Then, When I Am. The first of these is a very lengthy work of some 1,000 pages in the form of a Science-fiction story with Beelzebub as an extraterrestrial aboard a spacecraft returning to his home planet. He is telling his grandson Hassan all about the ·"three-brained beings" that breed on the planet Earth and about their pecularities and his time amongst them.

In many ways it was made deliberately hard to read with very long convoluted sentences and a whole vocabulary of bizarre words such as Heptaparaparshinokh and the Common-Cosmic Trogoautoegocrat law. Published in 1950, it deals in the history of the world from Atlantean times up until the modern era and often pokes fun at the customs of people and their belief systems. In fact it is a very funny book in many ways - both funny peculiar and funny ha-ha.

Meetings With Remarkable Men, which was made into a film starring Terence Stamp, details all the people he met (and a dog) that Gurdjieff felt in some way stood out and taught him something he needed to know. Life Is Real Only Then,'When I Am' contains autobiographical material and some lectures he had given. He also wrote The Herald of Coming Good, which came out in 1933.

Gurdjieff was seeking to wake people up from their robotic and sleeping ways and taught a group of followers whom he attracted.He taught that there was such a thing as "super effort" and an example would be you walk from A to B then from B to A and finally from A to B and then you have completed that walk. He also taught complex dance routines.

Gurdjieff focused on how hypnotised and asleep everyone was and how this led to insane conditions like war, which he defined as a "mass human psychosis."

There were and are many things said about Gurdjieff - that he was a master hypnotist, that he had other powers including being able to be in two places at once, that he was actually a spy, that he met and was an advisor to the Dalai Lama, that Hitler met him and regarded him as a "superman" and that Aleister Crowley was also impressed with him and that the two had met. There are also some who have wanted to debunk Gurdjieff and his teachings and say he was a very clever conman and a charlatan with a huge ego and a lot of charisma. Whatever the truth, Gurdjieff remains a true man of mystery.

In around 1976 I became a member of the British Gurdjieff work after seeing a notice advertising for interested people to get in touch. Only a small number were accepted and we had regular meetings in Chapter Arts centre in Cardiff and also weekend all day workshops at a house in Wincanton in Somerset that was owned by our teachers George and Dorothy Philpotts. They had been actual pupils of Gurdjieff.

At meetings we discussed selected passages from the Gurdjieff books and were given mental exercises to do in our own time. I remember one of these was to look out a window at a particular time each day for a week and see what was going on. And another was to be aware of yourself and your tools and your environment whilst working.

That last one I remember because I had been put to work in the garden in Wincanton and was focusing on my spade and the soil and the worms and insects in it. I spoke about it at the group discussion we had that day and I said I felt that I was the earth and the spade for a moment.

At the Wincanton meetings group members were given different tasks such as gardening, cleaning the house or preparing the meals and we would have breaks to talk and share our opinions on the day's work. At the end of the day we had a large meal and most excellent home-made wines were available.

I remember there were rules about the washing up and whoever was doing it had to rinse every item under running water so there were no traces of suds. This served two purposes - to ensure the plates and dishes were as clean as possible, and secondly to make you make the best possible effort in your work. There was the threat of if George or Dorothy inspected it all and found any suds then you had to wash the entire lot again.

I also remember that group members would be inclined to believe that George and Dorothy had special powers and that they could read our minds, for example.

One time I asked about what UFOs were and the answer I was given was that they exist but are not on this "ray of creation" and that basically we should be concentrating on doing all we could to work on ourselves in this one.

I eventually left the group due to various ties and problems in my personal life at the time and will always remember that I was told, as advice for the future, that the only relatively safe pathway to follow besides Gurdjieff's teachings was the work of Krishnamurti.

I feel that I learned a lot in my time in the Gurdjieff work but I never took up studying Krishnamurti for some reason. Many writers and thinkers have been influenced by or have looked into Gurdjieff's work. Kate Bush makes reference to him in her songs. In Them Heavy People she sings:

"They open doorways that I thought were shut for good. They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu. They build up my body, break me emotionally. It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!" For more info on Gurdjieff there is a good article here: http://www.gurdjieff.org/munson1.htm And Gurdjieff in Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gurdjieff

G.I.Gurdjieff - Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open by Akash Dharmaraj

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Recapitulación a lo tonto

Hoy, sorprendentemente, salí a las 8:32 (tempranito porque esperaba ver abierto Correos) y me puse a hacer tiempo corriendo alegremente. A lo tonto me planté en los 59 minutos, tras una trotadita hasta la Cervantes Sq. de 5 minutos. Al finalizar la hora, me volví a casita en otros 4 minutos de trotada. Increible sencillez.

Los días previos bajé los minutos de trabajo y me vino bien.

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• 50:41 el 21 de junio, compitiendo en los 10k de Villanueva de la Torre.
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A Tribute to My Friend, Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson will be remembered, most likely, as a shattered icon, a pop genius who wound up a mutant of fame. That's not who I will remember, however. His mixture of mystery, isolation, indulgence, overwhelming global fame, and personal loneliness was intimately known to me. For twenty years I observed every aspect, and as easy as it was to love Michael -- and to want to protect him -- his sudden death yesterday seemed almost fated. Two days previously he had called me in an upbeat, excited mood. The voice message said, "I've got some really good news to share with you." He was writing a song about the environment, and he wanted me to help informally with the lyrics, as we had done several times before. When I tried to return his call, however, the number was disconnected. (Terminally spooked by his treatment in the press, he changed his phone number often.) So I never got to talk to him, and the music demo he sent me lies on my bedside table as a poignant symbol of an unfinished life. When we first met, around 1988, I was struck by the combination of charisma and woundedness that surrounded Michael. He would be swarmed by crowds at an airport, perform an exhausting show for three hours, and then sit backstage afterward, as we did one night in Bucharest, drinking bottled water, glancing over some Sufi poetry as I walked into the room, and wanting to meditate. That person, whom I considered (at the risk of ridicule) very pure, still survived -- he was reading the poems of Rabindranath Tagore when we talked the last time, two weeks ago. Michael exemplified the paradox of many famous performers, being essentially shy, an introvert who would come to my house and spend most of the evening sitting by himself in a corner with his small children. I never saw less than a loving father when they were together (and wonder now, as anyone close to him would, what will happen to them in the aftermath). Michael's reluctance to grow up was another part of the paradox. My children adored him, and in return he responded in a childlike way. He declared often, as former child stars do, that he was robbed of his childhood. Considering the monstrously exaggerated value our society places on celebrity, which was showered on Michael without stint, the public was callous to his very real personal pain. It became another tawdry piece of the tabloid Jacko, pictured as a weird changeling and as something far more sinister. It's not my place to comment on the troubles Michael fell heir to from the past and then amplified by his misguided choices in life. He was surrounded by enablers, including a shameful plethora of M.D.s in Los Angeles and elsewhere who supplied him with prescription drugs. As many times as he would candidly confess that he had a problem, the conversation always ended with a deflection and denial. As I write this paragraph, the reports of drug abuse are spreading across the cable news channels. The instant I heard of his death this afternoon, I had a sinking feeling that prescription drugs would play a key part. The closest we ever became, perhaps, was when Michael needed a book to sell primarily as a concert souvenir. It would contain pictures for his fans but there would also be a text consisting of short fables. I sat with him for hours while he dreamily wove Aesop-like tales about animals, mixed with words about music and his love of all things musical. This project became "Dancing the Dream" after I pulled the text together for him, acting strictly as a friend. It was this time together that convinced me of the modus vivendi Michael had devised for himself: to counter the tidal wave of stress that accompanies mega-stardom, he built a private retreat in a fantasy world where pink clouds veiled inner anguish and Peter Pan was a hero, not a pathology. This compromise with reality gradually became unsustainable. He went to strange lengths to preserve it. Unbounded privilege became another toxic force in his undoing. What began as idiosyncrasy, shyness, and vulnerability was ravaged by obsessions over health, paranoia over security, and an isolation that grew more and more unhealthy. When Michael passed me the music for that last song, the one sitting by my bedside waiting for the right words, the procedure for getting the CD to me rivaled a CIA covert operation in its secrecy. My memory of Michael Jackson will be as complex and confused as anyone's. His closest friends will close ranks and try to do everything in their power to insure that the good lives after him. Will we be successful in rescuing him after so many years of media distortion? No one can say. I only wanted to put some details on the record in his behalf. My son Gotham traveled with Michael as a roadie on his "Dangerous" tour when he was thirteen. Will it matter that Michael behaved with discipline and impeccable manners around my son? (It sends a shiver to recall something he told Gotham: "I don't want to go out like Marlon Brando. I want to go out like Elvis." Both icons were obsessions of this icon.) His children's nanny and surrogate mother, Grace Rwamba, is like another daughter to me. I introduced her to Michael when she was eighteen, a beautiful, heartwarming girl from Rwanda who is now grown up. She kept an eye on him for me and would call me whenever he was down or running too close to the edge. How heartbreaking for Grace that no one's protective instincts and genuine love could avert this tragic day. An hour ago she was sobbing on the telephone from London. As a result, I couldn't help but write this brief remembrance in sadness. But when the shock subsides and a thousand public voices recount Michael's brilliant, joyous, embattled, enigmatic, bizarre trajectory, I hope the word "joyous" is the one that will rise from the ashes and shine as he once did.

Sunny Leone

Hábito Vs Maestría

Impartiendo una clase de Psicología Integral/Transpersonal se me ocurrió la siguiente frase "La repetición sin conciencia es un hábito, la repetición consciente es Maestría. En un ensayo entraríamos a dilucidar ¿qué es conciencia?, para poder aseverar semejante afirmación. Sirvanos como entrada del tema de este mes para comprender los estadíos evolutivos de la conciencia según Wilber. En su visión integral, la evolución NO se trata del paso rígido por metafísicos niveles fijos pretedeterminados creados apriorísticamente por un Dios antropomorfo de larga barba y afable aspecto, sino de niveles de conciencia generados por la repetición consciente de un número suficiente de seres humanos (masa crítica). Wilber, al igual que Deepak Chopra en su recuperada "Ley de la Potencialidad Pura", opina que la Conciencia es un campo de potenciales infinitos en el que surgen los niveles evolutivos a partir de que un determinado estadío de conciencia emerge en la referida masa crítica. Este número de personas con su grado de conciencia crean literalmente un patrón kósmico que, entonces si, actúa como pretedeterminado para todos los que vengan detrás y deseen evolucionar e incluso trascender a sus antepasados.

El patrón kósmico ofrece estructuras fijas sobre las que sustentar el desarrollo posterior. Los que vienen detrás se habitúan más rápido, repitiendo menos veces lo que ya está ganado por los maestros. Sería algo así como los abridores de caminos en la selva. Ellos son maestros en el arte del machete abriendo paso y claridad. Los que vamos detrás pasamos por el mismo lugar, sólo que de una manera más cómoda e inconsciente. Así, la maestría requiere de la repetición consciente y atenta de algo que es positivo y útil para el bien propio y común. Metafóricamente hablando, el hábito sería el paso repetido por la apertura, ya existente, entre lianas y arbustos. Rupert Sheldrake demostró, en un experimento científico, que el tiempo y la dificultad empleada para resolver crucigramas ya resueltos, previamente, por un número determinado de personas, era mucho menor que el empleado la primera vez. Por todo lo anterior vemos que cada nivel evolutivo precisa de maestros (personas que repiten conscientemente actos relacionados con las cualidades del corazón espiritual) para marcarnos el rumbo. Cada uno de nosotros podemos ser el maestro necesario para formar la masa crítica que genere el peldaño siguiente. Sólo asumiendo esta responsabilidad podremos seguir ascendiendo en nuestra evolución hacia la Verdad de nuestra auténtica naturaleza, el Espíritu. El genetista Eduardo Boncinelli opinaba que hoy en día "podemos considerarnos desvinculados de los condicionamientos de nuestra biología, pero no debemos olvidar que esta libertad es una conquista y a la vez un poderoso regalo de nuestros propios genes".

Podemos reconocer cada nuevo nivel de conciencia como una conquista de la existencia, no sólo humana sino global. Con respecto a la humana Wilber nos dice: " las estructuras (o patrónes kósmicos) de nivel inferior (vease hasta el verde, incluido, basándose en la Dinámica Espiral de Beck y Cowan) son tan antiguas que ya están pretederminadas y son fijas. Cada niño, adolescente y joven tendrá que pasar por ahí si quiere hacerse adulto. Son estadíos de conciencia que no se pueden obviar o saltar. Se han hecho reales, en el sentido estricto de la palabra, de una manera concreta y nada metafísica, existiendo como niveles verdaderos de desarrollo entre seres humanos reales en un mundo real. Cuanto más viejos son esos patrones más se convierten en hábitos kósmicos y por lo tanto más dificiles son de romper". Ahora, como humanidad, nos encontramos en el punto de formar los niveles superiores turquesa y coral. Puesto que cada nuevo nivel incluye a los anteriores, somos responsables de aprovechar lo positivo de lo anterior y generar, de manera creativa, nuevas estructuras sostenibles que representen unos hábitos kósmicos útiles.

Raquel Torrent

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