Wednesday, July 24, 2013

A fine wine

Ah, dear reader, I sense you are growing tired of skeletons and skulls by now, but we are not quite done with them yet. 

I promise we will finish up before Halloween.

In working under rather average circumstances this afternoon in Suzhou, the following thoughts and understandings came to me, perhaps as a consequence of my ongoing work on the question of death... which is not, as it turns out, a depressing question of morbidity at all, but rather a question that brings us closer to a vital wellspring of life which we are generally unaware of. Maybe this was why Gurdjieff felt we ought to keep the question so close to ourselves in our daily Presence.

Perhaps nothing can make us so grateful for life as death; and we can actually become grateful for each death close to us, if we learn how.

There is no ease in this, nor should there be; drinking sorrow- which is the sweetest wine there is- is a privilege and a task, not a gift or an obligation. It's something we undertake only through Grace.

Death is, in reality, a principle ingredient in the meal of life we are eating; it is present at all times, and it is one of the most essential seasonings. The blending of our inner impressions is as complex as mixing delicate ingredients for any good meal; in order to feed ourselves, we need to be actively aware of impressions and consciously bring them into relationship with other, already received impressions.

 This isn't done through logical deliberation, force, or rational thought, but rather through an intuition—deeply informed through immediate awareness of Self— and an intentional openness that lets the impressions discover their natural partners. Those natural partners exist throughout our entire Being-experience; hence this intuitive process  actually serves to knit the whole of the inner Self together in a different kind of seeing.

The process leads us directly into an understanding of life and mortality, a sensation that automatically reaches out towards higher levels where the inflow of divine influences is active. In this way we become more receptive; in this way we sense death. 

And only in this way can we come to appreciate life.

Should I say more? Maybe not. 

Look within.

May your soul be filled with light.

1 comment:

  1. the work in its conventional formulation seems to contain a catch 22. We are mechanical and incapable of doing anything - and yet the soul is only developed thru a friction between denying and affirming...conscious labours and intentional sufferings....but who is it that will undertake these activities and friction generation...if there is no-one there?


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