Gurdjieff and everything to do with him smells a bit musty to me these days.
Scholars are analyzing his philosophy, historians and revisionists are putting all the players into their places. Folks who’ve been hurt vent their anger. Folks who are really into it analyze the tables of the hydrogens or parse the food octave for hidden knowledge.
The metaphors are dated:” “Man is a machine.” The language is obscure: “Heptaparaparshinokh.”
It all reminds me of the ads in the backs of magazines for the Rosicrucians. You know, “Know the secrets of the ages,” and stuff like that.
And I’m dropping my pebbles into the pond anyway.
Well, we don’t know where this stuff came from, we can only guess at it. All we can really know is what we do with what we have.
Can you use it? Does it help wake you up? If so, then use it.
