Pig Or Man

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Good Friday 2003.

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Greetings good gentle-folk everywhere. The Alchemist is back in his seat for the time being, and now that time permits I want to share a most charming character with you.. My own patriarchal grandfather, Henry George Morgan, who wrote under the pen name "Clifton Fleming".. He once wrote.. "Wherever stands a man, stands a world's need of something it has lost until he tells his message"

Well Pop, I love you to bits me Hearty, how well I remember your tales as a tiny boy on your knee.. Must dig out a picture of us together.. Your "best" work Sir, was that which you left me via your son, my Dad (Peace be with you both) ..

But first, before I give them all your Poem which you entitled "Pig or Man", I want to give them first that lovely little piece you simply signed "Henry Morgan" and titled A MAGIC HALF-HOUR.

This will give you a little idea of my old Pop, and to put this in context, (period wise) he was a contemporary of H.G. Wells, so this is the 1880s he's referring to right at the start, not the 1980s... Here he is .. Enjoy.

A MAGIC HALF-HOUR.

By Henry Morgan.

As a prelude to this strange experience I am about to relate, I ought to recall a remarkable figure of the early 'eighties, Frusher Howard. In a shop-front in Gracechurch Street, in the City, he used to lecture on the mystery of numbers, showing on a blackboard, how, by juggling with the significant threes, sevens, and nines, you could amuse or mystify your friends. Booklets elaborating his theories had brisk sales. After him came a vogue for fortune telling, casting horoscopes, and the system of translating letters of names into figures whereby curious results were obtained. By this method, if your name was Jack, you turned the letters into numbers, making J, the tenth letter of the alphabet, 10 ; A, the first letter, 1 ; C, 3 ; and K 11. These numbers add up to 25, and by taking also into reckoning such factors as the date of your birth and the sign of the Zodiac under which you were born, it was claimed that you could learn something of your fate.

With these theories running through my mind I boarded a horse-drawn tram one Saturday morning and settled down for a half-hour ride. For some unknown reason the word Christ came into my head. Instinctively I tried the number -- 3, 8, 18, 9, 19, 20 -- which came to 77. Looking through a window on a shop facade I saw 77. The name was Christmas. Very odd, I thought. Then London seemed a good word to try. Here the numbers -- 12, 15, 14, 4, 15, 14 -- made 74. Immediately a car with 74 on it flashed by.

That started me, and as it took only a few seconds to arrive at a number I suppose I must have thought of 25 or 30 names in the next half-hour. Whether they were the names of persons, places, or things, whether I looked left, right, or straight ahead, there, either on shop front, house, or passing vehicle, was the exact number, coinciding with the number of the name thought or suggested. I must emphasise the fact that the selected name, the direction of my glance, were quite involuntary. My volition was dormant.

Every one came right until the very last, when a 5 was missing. The next moment came a car showing the number 555, so I got my 5 with interest.

Thinking it over afterwards, searching for an explanation, I had to reject such theories as those in Dunne's Experiment with Time, Mind, and Matter. Such words as sub-conscious, super-normal, infantile inhibitions, psycho-- this and that did not seem to fit my experience.

I was driven to what I now submit to be the sole logical solution : some discarnate mind had taken possession of my little five-sense mind, had suggested the words, directed the glance, had prevision of the position of house, shop, car, or bus, the latter being anything from one to five miles away at the start of my journey. To this discarnate mind space and time had no meaning, but it must have been fully aware of all the slow and labyrinthine workings of my puny brain. The mind may have been in Puckish mood to amuse me, or more seriously to enlighten me. Such I consider to be the only explanation of that magic half hour.

You may dismiss it, if you like, as a deliberate invention, an hallucination, a faulty trick of memory, or what you will. But I cannot be shaken. Because it did happen.

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Thanks Pop, what a jewel, what Synchronicity, (coincidence? (not)) :). Now that Y'All can see my Pop was no ordinary fool, I give you his super Poem, which is in his handwriting and simply signed HGM.

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Pig or Man

Behold the grovelling swine

On yon dunghill recline,

His wallowing carcase feed

On offal, filth, -- strange breed!

What could the Maker find

In such low bestial kind

To harmonise with man

And great Creation's plan?

If scavengers must thrive

They might in secret drive

Their low repulsive task --

A trifling boon to ask.

But lo! o'er bloody cup

The creature hangs, ripped up,

Skin white, it caught your view

And you were hungry too

You ate without a question

Though owned Io indigestion.

And while the world wheels on

I sing my little song.

Which best -- the swine filth filled,

Or you, the man who Killed?

If murder's Nature's law

And you, once thinking saw

A way to do without,

And entertained a doubt

If this were higher good

Than make God's creatures food.

Were it not better than

To feed the lower man,

To fight heredity

And trust the Law to be?

If flesh could last for aye

Or end our destiny

We need not strive to rise

But add to Nature's cries.

If else -- why join the swine

And on the dung recline ?

HGM

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Greetings All. I mentioned above that I would look out a photo of old Pop for in here, and I have just thought of one last area it might be hiding in...

He would have been over ninety when he died three or four years after this shot was taken. Dear old Aunty Grace is behind, and Mum is seated on the lawn..

Hmm... well, that's me in the middle obviously, yer typical nineteen-fifties "little tyke" huh. :-)

Anyway, my memories of Olde Henry are very clear, and it has been a delight rediscovering some of his writings again recently...

As you can tell the theme never changes around here.. In Alchemy it is always a question of pig or man that starts the whole thing going anyway. One sees, surely? that nothing is static, and it is invariably a question of whether to gravitate higher or lower whenever some decision is made by Joe or Jane Average... Although ordinary mind doesn't see it that way of course. That is the Alchemist's perspective.... So he just looks up and down, and sees.. The decision generally makes itself when you don't deprive yourself of any relevant information or impression.

Now. Time proceeds, and much water has flown under the bridge since the first Handbook was completed, and I now find the time to be able to explain a lot more about that, and also I intend to inform Y'All of some recent dramas surrounding this little Lion's Lair of ours.

I have decided for the sake of the slightly more expanded readership this little venture of mine has seemed to attract, that I will talk about some of Y'All in Here.. I do promise to change at least most of the names though, I do assure you, in order to protect the innocent and the guilty alike.

Many people have asked me what is going on with "The Gabes", so I have decided to write up that whole saga leading up to that, right here in this very chapter.. And then perhaps the question of the "Gabriel Papers" might be laid to rest.. At least for a time hopefully.. There is much of interest in there and we have decided to do an in depth review of it for the benefit of those who see (perhaps) the inconsistencies in it! But that's for in there and this is chapter nine, so to start with I am going to think up a little title for this section describing just that.. Let's call it...

The Continuing Saga of The Hermit's late encounter with "The Gabriel Papers"

A while back now - early this year it must have been, I heard from someone who claimed that he was into Alchemy, and he called himself a Gurdjieffian. He also asked me if I knew about The Gabriel Papers, written by Gurdjieff in the late seventies, or something along those lines. I'm just going to call him A.J or Ajay in here, and you can make whatever you like out of that.. "A.N. Other Joker" would be entirely appropriate for example.. or the 'Alternative Jester', whatever. :-) :-)

Hello.. Alohah even.. That's Hawaian met'inks. I am just amusing myself here today friends.. God takes the money from my pocket and the petrol from my car, only to keep me home "alone", (ha ha) as it were, so I can have a party with Hym..

Blessed Be, O' How I Adore Hym, How I Adore Thee IAO . . . Il Y A . . . We Are One, Io.

Now.. talking of Jokers (as we were) there is another of whom I must speak.. I was thinking to call him the Extraordinary Joker, but havc since wondered if I shouldn't call him the "Extraneous Joker" instead? Anyway let's call him Ejay... (But let us not speak of the Joker's Wild today) ..

That reminds me, since I wish to crystalise in everyone's mind, the meaning of "The Song. And Not the Singer" I have been thinking of many songs I can put in here for you, so I'll put Dear Uncle George Harrison's Song, "Blue Jay Way" in here first up, but before I dig out my Beatles' Song Book, let me give you another family snapshot from ye Olde Album, before I return to our theme of .. Hmm... let's call it " "The Gabriel Papers" and the continuing Saga of Icelandic proportions concerning my first "contact" with them, earlier this year, and "The Jokers" involved in it! " :-)

That's Henry George, second from left at back with other Morgans of the Clan.

And that would be his daughter on his right, and sister on his left. The old gentleman seated on the left in the middle row would be my great-grandfather.. (Without digging into the family genealogy), that would be Frederick Clifton (Morgan) methinks. And the woman on Pop's left (his sister) looks to be a young Aunty Grace, (my Great-Aunty).

And BTW I said atop this page that HGM wrote under the pen-name of Joseph Fleming, but 'twas an error on my part.. I have since dug up an entire Play written by him, and I see he has used the pen-name of "Clifton Fleming".. I now recall that Joseph Fleming was another ancestor of ours from the seventeenth century. Not too sure about all the others in the picture offhand, but the handsome gent with the pipe and the dog reminds me a lot of Uncle Shev... which would make him a Marsh rather than a Morgan, but Hey.. He could be the Dad of Uncle Shev and Uncle Stan, old Mr. Marsh himself.

Actually I hope to find some long lost blood-brothers of mine through here.. if they still be around of course, for Henry George's son, my Dad, had a wife before my Mum.. before the second world war, when he lived in Bermuda I think. Certainly many of the photos, coincide with some of the poignant things I remember Dad saying, which all makes me think he had around three children then, maybe four.. two or three decades before I was born, which, though they'd be pretty elderly now, still makes them my half-blood-brethren. And I'd love to hear from them if they're out there. I will post some pictures of them soon..

Meanwhile .. I was going to give you a very appropriate song for our theme today. "Blue Jay Way"

I wonder how many people in the world today could understand what George was talking about when he wrote this song. How many understood it at the time? Not even all those it was meant for I'd say!.

I'll tell you what it was about.. it was about selling out to the darned devil, that's what it was about! Selling out to mammon.. Hippies (Not) Because they were Hip.. to begin with. They knew, and they had something, but then they forgot it and "Sold out to the Rat Race"

So here's a Wake-Up call for all you ex-Hippies /would-be-Hippies etc from Uncle George Harrison himself. And let me tell you they don't come much "Hipper" than this. :-) Peace Be upon him.

There's a fog up on L. A. , And my friends have lost their way. We'll be over soon they said, Now they've lost themselves instead.

Please don't be long, Please don't you be very long, Please don't be long, -- or I may be asleep.

Well it only goes to show, And I told them where to go. Ask a p'liceman on the street, There's so many there to meet.

Now it's past my bed I know, And I'd really like to go. Soon will be the break of day, sitting here in blue jay way..

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And ... I have just remembered, during my coffee and smoking break there, that George also wrote that excellent little number "Piggies" too! So I shall be giving you the lyric to that next. But first let us take up our "How did Dave get hold of 'The Gabes'? " theme in earnest. I tell yaz truly I had never heard of 'em until Ajay informed me of their existence. Let's dig into the archives and see what he first said about them shall we...

Ha! I can't resist the little bit above where he says he is Saint Fool.. Bravo. Sorry Mate. :-)

"By the way, I hope you have a sense of humor, I must say that your behavior with young (Princess Nobody) was pure as the Golden Fleece. . . Ha - ha I'm born on April Fool's Day, and it is my place IN THE WORK. It's my position.

    Saint Fool, waiting for his halo, should be in the mail any day now.
    But you sound like the nicest fish I have ever caught with this gimmick, so. . . maybe we are brothers.
    Please send me the directions to your '8 chapter booklet', I'd like to read them, or send it on Hotmail if you can. At the very moment the 'RICH TEXT' part of Hotmail doesn't work, that's why I'm writing in the normal text.

I consider Gurdjieff to be my father, have you read THE GABRIEL PAPERS, a book that came out from him 'post mortem'?

I bought it in San Francisco 21 years ago, making that. . . .82, . . it seems he is alive and well and is certainly immortal.
Anyway, I'm a writer in the tradition of this book, or to put it simply: my mentality comes entirely from Gurdjieff, and some of my writing style, yet the personality is mine.

I think you might like to read something fresh and Gurdjieffian, you probabaly won't think it is Gurdjeiffian, there is no one who says that they are connected to Gurdjieff that will talk to me, because they are all stuck on the fact that: 'he lived - he died - he is no more - we respect what he has done - there is nobody else like him - no one living knows anything - etc, etc, etc', but you'll probably be interested in my enneagram page, which functions as an objective calendar, amongst other things."

Yes, that was another interesting discussion we had concerning them too, but I shall try and use good Eddin here, to keep such reminiscences to a minimum. Pray the wise Mullah will assist me.

However, the interesting thing here is that when I wrote that little bit there, I had no idea that Ajay's view was quite different.. And in this case the later proposition was that the other 'Joker' previously mentioned - Ejay - was in fact 'the medium' who allegedly took down The Gabriel Papers from George Gurdjieff..

Hmm... Certainly I would say Ejay got hold of Uncle George's Bertillon specifications, as I now have no doubt he also acquired Aleister Crowley's.. But Ejay - even Ajay could have told you (methinks) - when you go raiding the Cosmic Computers, you shouldn't go picking around in the bones of dead men's personal files for your own egoistic purposes.. And what egoistic purposes they turned out to be! I doubt if Ajay has any idea even to this day just who "Ejay" thinks Ejay is!

Best save that for later I think, I shall be doing a full and frank review of the Gabes, when Uncle George and Uncle Aleister arrive for my "Mad Hatters' Genii Tea Party" in which we shall do a full review of the mentioned tome. But in here, for now, I am going to stick with the story behind them, rather than what they actually contain. And in light of what Ejay told me, my instincts proved entirely correct, as to just what a hotch-potch of influences are those in there, and what they will produce from the pen of a truly weird mind!

Certainly I agreed with Ajay at the time, this is Gurdjieff, not as we knew him, but as he now might be. Yet it was not entirely so, and I knew that perfectly well even then. Ajay (probably still) insists that it is "Holy Writ" but many blasphemies and potential Blasphemies were evident in it to me, even on my first read.

So that will run parallel to this, Pig Or Man chapter, and I think it rather appropriate actually, since there is something of each in those Gabriel Papers. Some good objective Alchemy, and some objective Blasphemy, which is clearly the result of the author's corrupted Crowleyesque. His attempts to out-good George Gurdjieff, and out-bad Aleister Crowley, into some new age blend of Gilded Holy Writ is an appalling fiasco, particularly in the light of what I now happen to know about this 'man'..

In light of them (The Gabes) now being long since withdrawn from publication, and the subsequent publication of "so much nonsense" .. such talk as "the seven bodies of 'man' " for instance, we feel it our duty to do a full and frank review.

So sayeth the Wise Mullah Nassr Eddin, and apparently it was his favourite saying! Bravo. I can certainly say that he is for me, not only the Wise and indeed Highly Esteemed Mullah, but also I shall now occasionally refer to him as my "Dear AlWise All-Reminding Mullah" :-) :-) Peace be upon him.

Now.. while some of you ponder that truly deep and substantive saying above, I will give the slower understanding among us another pearl of wisdom, for our slow understanding makes us the quicker Learners...

Anyway Jethro Tulled it to them too! :-) But, I do thank whoever it was who heard my plea above and prayed for the Wise Mullah to assist me, because as you can see he indeed did assist me. And since it is his favourite saying.. I will make it mine too.. at least for .. Oooh a fortnight minimum I'd say. ;-)

Anyway, it's truly obvious really when you think about it, but it's great to be reminded, I love being reminded.. Folk do it for me all the tyme bless them. :-)

So in any case, those that know me (as much as any ever can know another) they know that I am a Zen Master of "Non-Doing"... So I have decided it's fine for me, at least for the moment, to go on doing nothing in here as it were. After all I am only just amusing myself, most of the real deal is in my Handbook if they did but know it, and this Pt 2.. It is for the Advanced Alchemist, and the casual reader who wishes to amuse their self.

I have thought about that original correspondence above concerning my first encounter with The Gabes, from an early stage of my encounter with Ajay, and there is a good deal there to pick up on just by itself... Ajay was an interesting "Jouster /Jester" to correspond with, though having been once bitten I suppose he is twice shy about entering into intellectual combat with me again. Ah well, you get that I suppose, I can just hear my old Mate Doris saying it now...

Of course I have said before that this is essentially a private web-site, it is primarily for my family and close circle of friends, although, as I have also said before, "All Are Welcome".. that doesn't mean I invite everyone of course, far from it.. So the thing is, if like some others recently you have stumbled upon my Alchemists' Cyber-Den, other than by my invitation, and you find you don't like what you see here? .. Well sunshine, "If you don't like my peaches, DON'T Rattle My Tree" Oh Kaye?

And one or two of you are indeed most lucky that when you tried to fire your paltry arrows at this long since retired, Master Of Thought Wizardry, I merely reflected them back at you, soaked only in Love.

So Ajay, one of the things that gave me insight into you was what you say above, about Gurdjieff being your father for you I mean. That was one of the things I could never quite go along with about you. I realised early, though more so now, that you, like so many others, were not so fortunate as I, in having such a truly wonderful, and indeed Conscious, earth father as I had. Certainly Mr. Gurdjieff is always Uncle George in my Heart. I would have to credit him with being my most highly esteemed of all spiritual teaching influences from the Twentieth Century bar none. Without him, I could never have got where I've got to. But there is a lot more to it than that. I am not completely one-eyed. I did not just come across Gurdjieff and then study him and no one else.. Far from it..

And of course dear old Henry is my only father, except Hym in Heaven who Created Us All.. It was my fortune to grow up with a Dad who was consciously aware of human divinity.. A spark out of Ye Olde Fire, a Chip off (and of) The Olde Block, we are, and Dad taught me to seek and know God.. So I didn't need another man as a role model /intermediary in that way, and even back in the 'sixties after old Henry died I rejected a blood-Uncle's attempts to fill that role. Henry was always alive and well in me I can assure him.

But to continue with our little discourse on Gurdjieff, and some of the feedback I got through that quarter, I did notice a considerable element of truth about what Ajay said above ...

"there is no one who says that they are connected to Gurdjieff that will talk to me, because they are all stuck on the fact that: 'he lived - he died - he is no more - we respect what he has done - there is nobody else like him - no one living knows anything - etc, etc, etc',"

There is a good deal in that we could talk about, I have no doubt. A very good deal indeed! :-)

I do hope you are all well. Let's take up where we left off.. I haven't of course had the experience Ajay has had, of talking to people who are 'connected', with Gurdjieff or any remaining groups there may be.. I never considered myself a school man, as he expressed himself to me. As I told him, I work alone, I have worked all my life, and I have many connections, but the only connection I have with Gurdjieff or his Legacy is a Spiritual one.. I know the man through the legacy of the words he left us, and all those other helpful words left by such faithfull and talented students as dear old Uncle Peter Ouspensky.. Strewth, what a brain he had Huh! :-)

Anyway, having said that, I will just add that I have followed the path into - and done - the work all my life.. I am Sangreal, and the keeper of my own family Oral Tradition, so when I first heard of Gurdjieff around the late 'seventies, and began reading him in the early 'eighties, the ideas were far from unfamiliar to me.. And yet there was more.. In short, I knew this man was really onto it!

At the same time I could see that he was neither easy to comprehend properly, or an easy to follow Torch Bearer. And he was certainly that alright.. a Torch Bearer, I saw that almost at once.. And I was right he wasn't easy to follow. Very difficult in fact.. And yet as I told Ajay, I considered Mr. Gurdjieff to be somewhat easier to follow than Jesus Christ for example, as I had tried up till then a number of times to follow Jesus, and had always come up against a hurdle in myself.. That turning the other cheek lesson is a real hard one for example, especially for a Reb like me, but it turns out to be pure magic by the way. Though it were hard, God it were hard! But eventually, I did manage to get it down-pat, first in my external manifestations, and later - considerably later - all reactive internal manifestation of "the-desire-to-strike-back-with-interest", I would call it, left me.

I could never have got that far without Gurdjieff and Ouspensky though, I give you the tip.. I mean, Ouspensky's title "The Fourth Way" was crucial (for me) I have to say.. Too many seem to have overlooked it's lessons. I have noticed a number who are supposedly seekers and doing alchemical work on themselves for instance, who do not understand that even in ordinary emotional centre there is no natural negative polarity, it is the one centre where no contradiction is ever required under natural conditions.. And yet, we all grow a negative polarity in emotional centre, because the programme puts it into us.. You know, parents school, tv, peers, uncle tom cobbly an' all etc.. Under the proper conditions of being existence this negative polarity would never develop.

So I had worked on that among other things for the best part of twenty years, and then probably a year or so before I encountered Ajay, I had finally grasped the magic of "turning the other cheek", not only had all internal desire to react in any way left me, I now began to be filled with such strange things as pity and compassion for my attacker.. I can thank Jesus for that one certainly. Blessed Be He, Divine Teacher. But that is not at all the hardest lesson that Jesus has to teach the sinner, not by a long shot.. Perhaps it is just the 'beginning' of understanding.

I suppose you could say that having got somewhere with Mr. Gurdjieff, I decided it might be an idea to attempt just single lessons of Jesus, one at a time, and perhaps it would help strengthen my four and crystalise my five.. One knows 'The Work' must Go ON... Just like 'The Show' huh Ajay?

So anyway... that was then, and this is now.. And Oh, goodness me, by the time you read this, this now will already probably be yesterday!

I was going to introduce Y'All to some real Gurdjieff, that was what I was going to do shortly.. And I really have to say, anyone who has spent twenty years working with The Gabriel Papers really ought to go back to *All And Everything* again, and try to read it properly this time. That is the real Gurdjieff at his resplendent best in my view.. and sure Ajay, this is man number six stuff.. and more. But if anything other than bits and pieces here and there in The Gabes is man number seven stuff, I'll eat my Australian Akubra hat! Those that are there, I would say was the author unable to keep Gurdjieff out despite himself.

Hmm... that seems like a good spot to round up for now. I want to talk about the teaching AND the religion, and I think some of the things G. expresses through Beelzebub in the Chapter on Religion deserve restating in here, so I will select a few choice pieces and type 'em up as we go. Because really, some of it is just so simple almost anyone could understand.. My kids even understood some of this stuff when I read bits of it to them all those years ago..

Anyway, I cogitated a little more, and decided I must not be one-eyed about this, I have promised you some words from the real Gurdjieff, and you shall have some. I will read the whole Religion Chapter again, and select some choice pieces for you. Before I do that though, it would be unfair to say that Mr. Gurdjieff was the only and entire cause of my Kesdjan Arising, I have certainly 'studied' others and read many, and I cannot say if I could have gone the whole road without their help or not. Most probably George Gurdjieff, was the Lynch-Pin of it all, I couldn't have done it without him, but I don't know if I could have done it with only him. So I know that he will only consider it fair that I give you one or two true jewels from out of the objective wisdom of others..

And I thought.. Hey who better to start off with than Aleister Crowley.. I have the perfect short-piece for you.. It illustrates my point of the other day that I made among my Arab friends about my chum the Bear, who insisted upon placing his own uniquely Australian view on my word, and then walked out of my door in a huff because he couldn't take the truth about himself..

Anyway, in one of Aleister's novels (my favourite actually :) is a character called King Lamus, who is doing the best effort any man could muster to enlighten - even to the degree of self-awareness - those unfortunate clods around him. Alas to little avail! Or in other words he could not persuade barely a one of his fellows to normality.. to elevate them to ordinariness.. They had sunk too low.. Listen to this (Page 268. "Diary of a Drug Fiend") ...

"Lamus said the other day that he had given up trying to communicate the results of his researches to people. They couldn't even be trusted to read words of one syllable, though they might have taken the best degrees in Humane Letters at Oxford. For example he would write, "Do what thou wilt" to somebody, and would be attacked by return of post for having written "Do as thou wilt." "

Well how about that then! You'd hardly credit it would you? I mean "what" is a qualitive for a start, whereas 'as' is a simile, a descriptor.. It's metaphoric for the Love of Mike.. They'd try the patience of Job, I do give you the tip. Anyway there is much more of interest there, but I won't go into that now. This is a published work for goodness sake, I'm sure it is still available.. Unlike certain other tomes we might mention.

So now I will round up for the day once more, so I can post this tonight.. I am trying to post what I write on the day of writing it, with this part two to our Handbook. I really don't know how long I can keep this up.. there are many pressing lines of work to my hyper-dimensional life besides cyber-space, although I see from all the circumstances and the Good Mullah's advice that I should be able to go on scribbling for at least another month.. So let's have a Party.

I was going to give you some choice Gurdjieff quotes wasn't I.. Hmm.. patience Shipmates.. it is the weekend, and if you stick with me while I party, I will indeed deliver... All in good tyme. :-)

Well.. so now you know then.. the old man is AL Ways "Down The Road", and don't you forget it.

But now... I've a fancy to show you a ghostly image from my own past, an ancient polaroid from 1969 or '70 it may have been. It is unretouched, and I kinda like the faded memory-lane style atmosphere in it. It causes a self remembering in me, as I was conscious at the time, and of course I remember all those times I was conscious... just as I can 'recall' all those moments when I was not.. But, this was not one of those.. Don't be fooled by the electric guitar by the way, this "Young Man" was in fact singing...

Bob Dylan of course, authored that one.. I don't know Bob me Hearty, how many years (millennia) does it take? And who says ya can't sing it with an electric guitar.. Who cares what the stupid 'fans' think? I can only say, as did Aleiester Crowley, that "you cannot teach those that need to be taught!"

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Good Evening all. I finished reading the 'Religion Chapter' today, that I mentioned earlier. And I have been thinking that since I may have a readership in here that may not be familiar with, even the name G. I. Gurdjieff, less likely still they would even have heard of "Beelzebub's Tales To His Grandson" ??

It is three books ('Gurdjieffians' bare with me please :-)) under the title "All And Everything" and I really think that says it all. But of course that will not satisfy you my friend will it! ;-)

Who was this enigmatic "Mr. Gurdjieff" some of you must be saying, and why does this character Morgan place such store by what he said? Well he was that so-hard concept for western-mind to grasp, which can only be called "Master". And there are others too... but we are all equally misunderstood by the average westerner....

This Skylarker says to me something like.. "So how come, if Gurdjieff was a "Master" did he do what he did (I think he said he went crazy or something!) after his car crash?" To which I first of all said, "I don't know I wasn't there", and then something like... Whatever a Master may do, can never be understood by ordinary mind, he may put on Jester's clothes, and act the fool if that is his purpose at the time.. Only he can know his aim.

However, I now think I know what 'that' Jester meant when he asked me that question, and since I know the question, I long since saw the obvious answer... It's in Beelzebub's Tales if you care to read it.

Now "Noah", had you read this First Series of Mr. Gurdjieff's writings properly you would have known the answer to your question... Which I think was... that is to say, what I think you meant to ask was.. Why did Gurdjieff close down his Institute and concentrate on writing after that unfortunate car crash he experienced? N'est ce pas?

Anyway, I think so, it is certainly a question I have heard others ask since. And the answer to it of course, was that despite the relatively more alive status of Mr. Gurdjieff's contemporarys, compared to those around us today at the beginning of the Twenty-First Century, he felt that the consequences of the 'organ Kundabuffer' in those around him, were such as to make it impossible for him or any one Awakened Individual come to that, to be able to significantly impact any number of the atrophied consciences around him in even ten ordinary lifetimes let alone in the relatively few years he knew he had remaining. And he knew the world didn't have ten more generations left in it before the Eshcaton of course.

So he made a decision, to commit himself wholly to the task of writing, even though he had never been or had any wish to be a writer. And he did it because he knew the only hope was to leave a Legominism in writing that would be understood by a (hopefully) large enough number in the following generations to be able to reverse those truly horrifying 'effects of the effects' of the organ Kundabuffer, and thus bring about the long awaited, worked for and hoped for, Harnelmiatznel, perhaps just in time before the world finally destroyed itself.. That is to say, before the 'humans' in it, destroy themselves and perhaps even the Earth itself.. Although that of course is not going to be allowed... as we now know.

And (again) for those of you who don't know Gurdjieff, the Harnelmiatznel was his long cherished hope that the Energy of the West, would blend harmoniously with the Wisdom of the East, and avert the almost unimaginable "Terror Of The Situation" down here... Down here on our itty bitty planette Earth that is to say. In other words, to end for ALL TIME, that Racket-of-Rackets we call War, and what Beelzebub generally refers to as something along the lines of...

On this planet and no other does this archstrange process proceed and intensify at times of the Cosmic Solioonensius.. Such as we are currently experiencing on Earth.

Anyway, I do recommend Y'All go buy and read Mr. Gurdjieff's First Series of writings, apart from the splendid helpings of objective truth in there, and the genuinely super tips for the would be Alchemist, it really is a most Splendidly Ripping Yarn. :-)

But let's be serious now, there is still a good deal of commotion going on out there, and I think folk need to get a handle on this 'religion' idea, and at the same time realise the underlying teaching that runs like a deep undercurrent through all men's religions.. All those founded on any genuine teaching that is.. Or as opposed to a cult, you could say. Anyway, in the didactic Saga that is Beelzebub's Tales, 'religions' in the language of Beelzebub, are called "Havatvernoni".. It seems rather appropriate to me, but then folk who know me, know what a Jester I can be with words, and I am tonight curtailing my Joker in this lead up to something from the genuine pen of G. I. himself.

Since religion is not about war, it was a little ironic (not) reading the Religion chapter, which is in book two... And it's a sorry tale I must say. To think of all those stupendous efforts made by so many genuinely, actualised from Above, Messengers, and the loss of so much of their Work.. As if this were not enough, this chapter is a chilling reminder of exactly what is going on today in 'the world', with respect to those two great religions founded on the Teachings of Jesus Christ and those of Mohammed, and I think I will kick off with an introductory piece from the first page or two, and then I will show you the relevant parts for our Pig Or Man theme.

And then I think, there might need to be a part 2 to this first chapter of part 2 of the Handbook, as I don't like to work with too long a file.. My elderly P.C. grumbles and splutters with the scrolling...

It's always a question of Pig or Man isn't it.. I mean "d'ya wanna fight, or sit down and talk?" :-)

I think I should give you just the whole first page of that chapter to kick off with, in order to introduce the subject and give you the feel of the chapter. That is to say Book Two, Chapter 38, Religion (page 286)

"Now I shall explain to you also a little about that 'obstruction' which served as one of the chief causes for the gradual dilution of the psyche of these unfortunate favorites of yours, and namely, concerning their peculiar 'Havatvernoni' which they always have, the totality of the functioning and the effect of which, in the common presences of the beings, they themselves call 'religiousness.'

"Such an, in the objective sense, indeed, 'archmaleficent' factor for the automatic 'dwindling' of their psyche arose there, on this ill-starred planet, also since various consequences of the properties of always the same for them accursed organ Kundabuffer began to be crystalized in them, and changing it's outer form, began to be transmitted from generation to generation.

"And so, when, on the one hand, thanks to these crystalizations, there began to be acquired in the common presences of certain terrestrial three-brained beings, the first germs of what are called Hasnammussian properties, in consequence of which such beings began, as is proper to them for their egoistic aims, to invent for the 'confusion' of surrounding beings similar to themselves, various fictions, among which were also every kind of fantastic, what are called 'religious teachings'; and when, on the other hand, other of your favorites began to have faith in these fantastic religious teachings, and gradually lost their 'sane mentation' thanks to these same crystalizations, then from that time on there began to arise in the process of the ordinary existence of these strange three-brained beings a large number of 'Havatvernoni' or 'religions' having nothing in common with each other. "

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