a 'work' site; infection with _the_ teaching urge; could be, by graceful texts of P.D. Ouspensky; it happens when people _are_ but also when they are _not_ e.g. bloggers, writers, teachers etc., i.e. & so on down the scale. Symptoms stronger if such had the privilege of enjoying erudition of Gurdjieff, or had their understanding nourished by Nicoll's Commentaries' unmistakable feel. Maybe during childhood. Maybe some are to experience the symptom, _yet_... time is relative.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

the central dialogue

"Dost thou not repspecteth authority? Don't you know who am I? You think you can afford kinda rebellious behaviour right now? Are you not going to cooperate? Didn't you know that I have great power, power to condemn and power to save? (Do you not see that you have gained my attention and that I am ready to be a benevolent ruler making things right?)"

"I am very present in this moment and I know a lot much more than you can possibly imagine. Your consciousness has already declared me innocent and you are kind of terrified to recognize beyond every doubt that it is you who is the real criminal. I'm sort of 'visible counterpart' of what you imagine to have hidden deep into your deepest recesses as a far future Aim. As to your 'power' so called, we both know what 'power' it is. I predict - with a sort of full 'consensus' from you - that you are now going to try to use it to liberate my body from the hand of a murderer - of course it is above and of course it is no angel of God and of course he has the greater sin, 'though I doubt that this assurance is going to liberate you from your self-reproach. Would you please recognize that you have to wipe away the illusion that you have done something wrong? You didn't DO anything, events DID HAPPEN, including the illusion that you are the actor. Right away, you will be given ample opportunity to 'save' what you seem to believe to be 'me', using all of your 'power', terrible and effective 'power', thou member of one of the most fine and dedicated and tough organizations in the history, made to conquer and exercise terrible, just and effective rule in its provinces, and to grow in splendor and to represent capital glory of the nations. You DO understand every word I say, don't you?"

These words and many other were spoken at the frequqency of emotional centre. Pontius, poor bastard, was not too trained to communicate at this speed. However, all the impressions he gathered were more than enough for him to bring forth, with a terrible amount of effort on his part, an act of will, a resolution as he called it, and from this hour on, poor bastard Pontius, the terror and dominion and the throne of the province - he had begun in one of the numerous Tracian divisions, slowly, steadily pushing and working out his way the present, relatively high 'ground' - tried to set Jesus free.

A little more and somebody in this role would have exploded in awe-inspiring action, regardless of what the consequences so called, a little less and somebody in this role wouldn't get it at all. Pontius is precisely between man and machine, perfect for the role, totally fucked up in his 'lesser liberation', paradoxically, because of greater liberation not having taken place, and, vice versa, a Man-in-the-making who funked to achieve greater liberation because lesser liberation hasn't quite came about. Perfect for the role of getting out of his depth: "Wouldns't thou tell me who the hell are you?"

Here's the higher teaching, the outer, much debilitated form of outer teaching, known as the Bible, and even this at certain level only, and even at that level only in one of the many possible forms. The story makes a peculiar impression and we must assume that this impression is calculated by the higher mind. We must also assume that higher mind does not force any one to think about it A LOT, to be intereseted in what is it all about and how does it fit in the overall picture and how does it fuse together with all else we know to produce a glimpse of total meaning, if possibly, permanently.

Monday, February 27, 2006

letz get d'snowball rollin

Finish'd Joshua, movin thru Judges, the Good News are on the way... Will proceed at my own slow (going to allow no 'I' to call it lazy) pace. Anticipating encounters with Hiob and Isaiah and what not before I get there. Anticipate some surprises, too. First reading has taught me I better expect surprises. Sounds pretty normal but it's weird. "Anticipate some things not anticipated."

Things are getting clearer. There is no justice, it's a non-idea, something that appears an idea, and big garbage if one believes in it, for a person infected with such a non-idea could constantly expect this not-something to influence events on the level of general life; well, it does not, and on finding about the terror of the situation one could then be driven to thigs harmful to development. (They are many, but they eventually sum up as FP, identification etc., things we are told, basically, to get rid of. And absence of justice is in itself enough to harm development, we couldn't really cope with added "internal weight") What there is, though, is some idea of some "constitutional rights", (well, at least in most civilized countries, I suppose, and in this case, if one could dig deep enough, at least sure to be found in traces in some constitutional root) and they are probably meant to serve to ensure what most everybody needs, else Work would be a fiction too. Sad but true, or name-it but true, this flesh body is needed. As an outer course of action, I do better enforce whatever "constitutional right" there may be but still more important is internal "no" to every attack at my personal integrity, whether it is lack of food or lack of 'respect', or some false accusations or some ungrounded demands. Or simply those loads of garbage that are mostly below logical thinking while trying to pass as something above it, as psychological thinking. (If that was psychological thinking there would be really alot of psychological thinking in this world, and quite enough truly intelligent people.) But still the most important part of the danger would be my own rigid opinionism and violence. (true, even if name-it...) In shorthand, I must not attack to not be attacked. (One begins doing by learning not to do certain things. To do "not do certaing things" begins mostly by not fostering certain trains of thought, replacing them, if possible, by more evolved types of thinking, "other themes" to speak practically.)

[These are just short notes and not meant to Work-educate ANYONE. But they can possibly be understood and profited from if, and only if, you already have the foundations under your belt. And foundation is at minimum to read this blog from the beginning and check out the references given and maybe even those only hinted at.]

What then is one to do with those blessings for "those who thirst after justice"?This, of course, is something different, it is one of the core elements of strictly practical teaching of Jesus. This is the REWARDS or pay or wages of the Work. In the Work, there IS justice. This was the point. All the time, it's just that I didn't get it until now. There is immediate getting under another influence, for example. It may not be noticeable but it is there. The idea of justice is that the Work brings its results without fail, just as in ordinary life justice so called limps on both feet without fail, as it could be said, though I'm more inclined to believe that it lies on the ground stone dead and barely opens its eyes once in a year without fail.

Other results may take time to show up. I don't believe there's one single man or angel or god that can quite predict them. It is possible (and personally I think it's perfectly true) that we don't have the necessary categories to think or discuss all kinds of results that are bound to come. But they are bound to come, and this is justice. It's just that our associations are so screwed up that immediately upon hearing "justice" we see the prison bars, attorneys, courts and judges. Even old Israelites were more civilized as we. They still had reason for joy because the Lord was full of justice and mercy and everything. Just reading the OT without transforming impressions would probably only emphasize the retributive side of it all.

The results come on condition that the Work is not done because of them, for this can lead to identifying with one's own efforts. Why then would one Work? The answer is clear, but only to those who are far enough to not ask such a question (this is not that far, by the way.) Here's a similar idea from Zen, a healing agent for you which will be effective if you don't think about a crocodile with a green-purplish hat, something like that. It's similar but it has little to do with this. However, like this it is also an insoluble paradox on the level of ordinary logical thinking, for this level.

Let the garbage 'do' what they have to 'do' (or 'think' they HAVE to do.) The very fact they don't know better than to waylay (wah-lah would do in this case) should tell you everything you possibly want to know. Let the junk grow together with the wheat, goes the practical doctrine. Later, the garbage will go their own way. Where and how they will end up is none of our concern. According to the 'justice' of the world, crime is best suited for high chairs and exquisite dishes, wherefrom to execute the ruling role of the obedient, fearfulful crowd. The folks divide, they impera. Both hate God which they don't know and both engage (with their neighbours) in useless-tasteless-stupid-harmful let-us-screw-each-other game. Neighbour is somebody they can reach, of course.

There is absolutely nothing that is monkish or that is 'religious' in following, I emphasize again, practical, useful advice of not going the way of the world in many, many respects.

Turn your mind to the Work now. You cannot stay with your CroCo, no matter how naughty he is. Like, you are going to read two or three more pages with attention. (H__ Enlightened Majesty of W.H. is approaching conclusion OF THIS POST. Capitals, for it is understandable that this blog is a very negligible branch of HEMWH's Activities. No paper or internet pages are meant. ) Choose your domain and become active in it. There are good reasons for exposing every nuance ,of:)) the .self and the -- world in the Work while leaving the Work itself in a not very clearly described state. The Work is the Kingdom and it does not begin by offering the Young King/Queen a pattern slavishly to be followed . It is up to you to "write" the "pages", if you will. There are no rules of the common junk kind that exist only to be broken later in order to fuck up Young King/Princess to whom, if h__ really be at The Entrance, ugly tricks of the streets of Vatican avenues of Name-it have almost became a deadly trap already, name-it but true.

There are other reasons. Imagine, for example, how efficient emotional centre would be. While you ordinaily type 'A', emotional centre has already typed 30000 characters of messages to your friends. Accordingly, there is sufficient boost of productivity in the Kingdom to satisfy most demanding standards.

Q. Is it true that W.H. is not afraid of NOBODY? Not even of Scientologists??!

A. W.H.'s body has instincts like every body. Therefore, it must be said, the junk uses the body to instill fear. Take one example and cripple it before a multitude who will shake with fear to the rest of their lives, is the recipe of the junk. Possibly, provoke the example to actions before that that you specifically want to show to the public as particularly undesirable to the ruler. That is the way of the institution and organization and the state and the church, to impress people with the terrible power they have. Apart from from connected with the weakness of the body, W.H. hasn't yet found a single reason for fearing advanced, enlightened people, or, if you like, people of caliber, or people of quality. This is not a result of the Work but probably a result of series of encounters. There's a lot of junk to find at Scientologists, like everywhere else, and there's an ongoing question if the cargo has anything to do with the flag, like everywhere else. They have some holders of Diploma of Ethics, or how do they call it, who are certainly better sent to prison than be given a diploma, for such is a rewarding of what they actually they don't want to reward, says their flag. I DON'T KNOW much about the rest, but, in general I hold no evil feelings against them. For example, I really don't fear to tell the general truth that it is no Art to cripple a member. If this was Art there would be many Artists in this world. Various anthroposophists and scientologists and tons of like names are also in terribly criminal state regarding their knowledge of logic, mathematics, financial mathematics, busines mathematics, simply simple honesty, and of course, ethics. However, I also find these defects very easy to remedy with a little of good will and a minimum dose of simply simple humanity. I also find that a little of good will & common sense etc. finds its way into various 'ADVANCED' institutions with uncommon difficulty. I am also not afraid to tell that one simply simple human is far better than host of various 'thoroughly trained' militantly inclined would-be-slaying-machines types, who seem to even be proud of it. (I'm also inclined to believe that despite that such organizations statistically have greater density, greater amount of men of quality than ordinarily is the case. For, biblically-statistically, a man of quality is a rare animal, with an average frequency of occurence one in a thousand.) What is called 'civil state', however, is far more criminal than any of these institutions. Let us not forget that borrowing a book, say, from an antroposophic ar a scientologic library, does not present a problem. Even if a book is lost, rare, valuable book, lent to you by theosophists, the issue will not be made into a problem. But some state libraries have entered criminal frame of mind as it is evident that they believe they may and must block access to books they are instituted to provide access to. To a chosen individual, me, of course, and they evidently believe that higher influence can suggest something like that. This same influence has also created computers and authorized the library staff to fully abuse them against chosen members (other people, and lo, me as well, which is how I know about it). Like our enlightened friend and advisor Mullah Nassr Eddin would say: "Yeah, totally and absolutely indubitaly sure." "Yes, my ass," he would turn to his mule, who would look back at him with sort of intelligent look and nod slightly. This was one of Mullah Nassr Eddin most powerful practices. He would talk to his mule as if it was a man. The results were that he grew a 'soul' within the animal. Animal was as if endowed with every subtle stirring of spirit that those who think that they know generally attribute only to human form. That it could neither speak nor respond in some other usual way was alone prevented by what I find no other way to refer to than to call it 'organic reasons'.

So I really don't understand your question. We are faced with the disaster of all disasters, Bush's medieval 'America', most terrible snowball rolling at us from the past, and Europe quickly becoming just like it. I don't know if it is more terrible that it means ultimate RULE OF THE MILITARY or that majority doesn't see, or doesn't want to see that. I know, most terrible is that you come at me asking me something about some stupid things. You don't know what chaotic conditions mean for possible instance of existence of real 'school', obviously.

Q. Did W.H. manufacture the big Q.-questions all by himself?

A. I'll keep it a secret whether it is him- or herself. For the rest, I can say, yes, of course. It is partly because this blog was not DESIGNED to remain one upmanship fostering institution, but has to this moment remained such as it is. I talk to myself and anticipate what questions could appear.

Q. Are things going to change for the better?

A. Possibly, despite appearances. I was aware of it before, but didn't want to publish it, for it could easy be something entirely false and shallow. Things are really going to get better. But only on the level where justice makes sense. And only when the ball rolls long enough to get big. However, there's more, for every genuine Work brings blessings for the world too. My personal line has always been directed at undermining machine authority, and when it rolls sufficently far the last little common sense will have unprecedented authority over state machines and bureaocratix cattle (I admit I cannot spell the word) and highly nobilissimus police-like 'trained' dogs. JAG won't sell anymore, TV companies won't buy it. (But this is on personal line, of course.) More important is that MEN shall have authority OVER computers, over MACHINES, if you like. A problem that Asimov was apparently able to see. A good future at the worldly level is in store for us, we'll have to work it out though, it will not just come by itself. Snowball is going to become avalanche, it will harvest (v.), biblically speaking. This is funny! Gee, I feel like a prophet! THINGS ARE GOING TO SORT ITSELF OUT. HE that shall not suffer your lack of respect hath spoken. However, the speaking machine, H__ Kind Reverence W.H., thereby grants you privileges to calumniate H__ Enlightened Person W.H. and make fun of as much as you please, one little, one a little more, according to the measure of your stupidity.

Friday, January 20, 2006

I think I thaw a puth- yes, I did see this incredible scene, namely a white dove within a group of some normal grey pigeons on the dirty, miserable street. And then I, (oh, you can call me W.H. if the need to call me by name arises) remembered that that there is more.

The best thing would be to be able to see some white animal in nature, but there's one almost legitimate substitute (I randomly provide two links in case one gets broken):

http://www.classicreader.com/booktoc.php/sid.1/bookid.309/

http://www.americanliterature.com/MD/MDINDEX.HTML

It's really awful stuff and it's a pity that it is a celebrated classic, because then one thinks "ah, everybody knows it, let's get to something more interesting" or one thinks that there must be very many people out there who know quite alot about it, since there are so many warm welcomes and introductions and guides for beginners and How-To-Reads for the first time and so on. Probably there's a load of all sorts of essays on multifacetios diverse aspects of Melville's intentions regarding his learned friend's elaborations on female vs. male underwear, political and also naval ship climate. And yet, I claim such assumption to be an error.

Now previous paragraph was not exactly a success, was it? Well, my inkstand is not Vesuvius is it. But what I intend to communicate is that you should not allow yourself to be put off this... source, whatever the reason. ("source" does not sound too bad in this case, does it) And that I usually find too much discoursing about it worse than useless, with obvious exceptions, biographical data etc. If your wish is to go there then go... don't have to pay too much attention to what those who didn't go have to say about it instead. It's beyond me also, to tell whether it is essence or magnetic center who thirsts after such 'drink' or which of them is it that wants to awaken and grow or is it something else. The point is there is a way to get to the thing. Third point is to look, while reading, at this strange, literally other-worldly whiteness. There's some attempt in chapters 41 and 42 but, really, in the whole novel, which strikes me as getting as close as one can possibly get.

Now suppose someone, having just read the book, feels that strange determination - well known to those of us who have gained some modest experience in these matters - taking roots inside, gaining ground, as it were, and the decision be taken to do nothing less than to read the book once again. It is my personal opinion, but I'm sort of forced to publish it, in the sense that I don't wish to resist the urge to submit: there is no reason to believe that such decisions and actions do in any way unfavorably interfere with Work objectives ... and so on.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Q. Can you tell us more regarding this Work?

A. No. Since your interest is not genuine. Even God could not tell you something if your interest is nto genuine. But I'm going to try to, since some of your readers might actually understand what is being said. It is like clearing accounts. Just think of the bank robbery or something you see on TV. Voila! There's nothing left on the accounts. You have zero point zero. This Work is like purification. Have you ever applied to some So and So in the Matter Such and Such? I'm just asking because people like you are extremely fond of using phrases such as rite of passage and reality test and so on without having a notion of what they meean. Now imagine if you can that your application is rejected. Now imagine this being repeated several times through the years. What comes about? You are so loaded with phrases, you should know. Purification, of course. Big purification. Purification comes about. The person in question is being purified.

I think this is the point. Like Moses, you have to befriend the rock of obstacles by hitting it with a stick, until the water flows. The water is well known purifying agent. Passive, as it were, but pre-eminently - ouch, I almost said pre-adamitically - effective. Thus NEW CHANCE is created. By means of purification, that is.

A. You are a well-known writer in Work cir-

Q. Bullshit. Just stop, now. I'd rather be dead than well-known writer. Personally, I have other needs. Beyond personal sphere, what has to be done is to create a new chance, a new possibility, a possibility that didn't existed before or was hidden or blocked. For one example among many, creation of a small, not too ambitious working group would be highly recommended. An then you should see these smart-face rites-of-passage taking their tail between the legs! You could only see their backs, I'm afraid, while they crawled away, as if you mentioned Devil to a Christian. But let's rather go back to the issue.

Q. Thank you for this captivating interview.

A. You will know you have been talking too much when you won't be able to rememeber what it was that you said. Weng-Lin-Yuen, for example, puts it succintly: Ten thousand things, he says, borrowed their name, he says, from the Great Mother, he says.

Friday, October 07, 2005

one, two, three, I(me), am (to be), to know/to see, man/people

Monday, March 21, 2005

more on nuts&bolts of the teaching

(All that stuff about non-considering seems to me to be about not being internally affected by what people think (about you; about what is, after all, not their business etc.); at least if you can get near to that it must mean a big accomplishment. No intensification of effort alone, it seems, is sufficient to tweak it all up to the required degree, though. Change in the framework of ideas themselves is necessary. Ideas about what people know, and about what people are.)

The thesis that I, it seems, began to develop here, almost unwittingly, is that the Gospels are in high degree embodiment of very advanced level of teaching.

Personally, it was all motivated by notion, brought to me, as I believe, by my conscience and consciousness (quite distinct from mere self-picture), by the notion that I am quite ignorant (I think in this connection about one person, Ignorant, from Bunyan's Pilgrim) and, despite all endevour, simply stated, stupid, in short, a fool. Even more than that, I knew myself positively guilty of what is best described by the verse, I don't know the exact wording: hast thou seen a man who thinks he is wise? There's more hope for a fool than for him.

Later it popped up that that was indeed the centre-of-gravity of the whole business (in case you will had been just gotten jumped on the chair of thine again, Watson: of the matter), and that it was indeed the stone which breakes everything that it falls on, and the rock that will beware the house that's built on it, in, say, the storm.

Now the word that you will find in literature just beside the 'truth' is appearance, and phenomenon, and the like. And in the same breath it will be added something like, things are not what they appear to be. Special case of it would be that people are not what they appear to be. May have wolf's garment, but be a sheep. May be a wolf, but in sheep's clothes.

Then there's this approach, or method, that by certain authors that (that's my bet) most readers here know virtually nothing about, which we find so interesting and which says of itself that it is psychological, using this expression, it seems, in a very special and at the same time widened and deepend meaning. Following this method, we do not anymore ask primarily, what is truth, but certainly, how can the truth come about?

It further says that it comes about by the desire to know, and it speaks of things that may most probably hinder such desired development. Personally, I think that the terror that I felt, like, what, am I going to live and to die a FOOL? is one form that the said desire may take. In any case, to die like a dog seemed a preffered way to such, that's why I use 'terror' to describe it.

Concerning the above, we are given an advice to transform impressions as they come of themselves and it is said that self-remembering does it. Like most everybody else, I also did jump and said: how is this self-remembering? Where is it? How can I get to it? Gimme this magic pill! Later it showed up that it was indeed magic, but no more of that (because I am trying hard to gather my thoughts and don't want distractions for the time being.)

Yes, there this guy Jesus comes along. Of him it is said he did actually know a lot of things. (Of course, he could also perform wonderful works, but knowledge alone is appealing enough when you get into the above state.) He didn't need to be told anything because he himself knew what is in people, it is said. He knew of one man there that he will be with him in paradise on the same day. He didn't seem obsessed by proving that he knows, but he did have an interest to show things to people (I know, Father, that you hear even before I speak, but because of people I say...)

Why am I writing this? I mean, I, W.H.? Because I realized some things and am very excited about it, while enjoying royal privilege of perfect piece, rest and balance. In short, I could enjoy my royal privilege of perfect peace&balance, but then I exercised my royal privilege to disturb the mentioned enoying of my said royalty to tell you about it. But to be as honest as I can, I'll tell you the whole truth, how it really was. It was that I was enjoying this royal peace like a stream of perpetual and increasing knowledge, quite aware that such is the form in which usual, typical luciferic temptation appears, could appear, I must say, only if I allowed myself to combine the royal status with the usual stupidity of mine. So, I was on guard, as it were. Then my royal wish to tell you about it disturbed said peace and balance, and I excercised my royalties to maintain that balance. In short, went to my computer, which is almost in the next room of my royal station, and am now writing about it so my joy may be perfect, as John said, and Jung, I guess, added that perfect quite possibly also signifies: complete. I describe it as disturbance because some idiot might easily stand up and say, eh, Wh, bragging as usual, and I exercised my royal privilege to take that risk.

And what is it that I found out? I found out that Jesus, the sacrificial sheep, the meek and blameless idiot, and a speaker of blasphemy and proclaimer of the lunacy of the cross, and so on, was really a priest of the order of Doesn't Matter, and a World Conqueror as far as knowledge&experience and ability was concerned, and a King, fully exercising his royalties which in the Kingdom of his, where everybody is a King anyway, primarily mean to indulge in deep tranquility which only wisdom can give, thereby granting such King mastery over himself.

That means, if I may guess a little, that everything was knowingly enacted on the scenes, and that the whole drama, real drama, was just what His royal appetites longed to be faced with, the right challenge for him. Why did he did it? I can only speculate here, but I think he was moved with the royal wish of his to tell others about it and possibly help enfolding of the kingdom in them. He would have gladly lead them on the way, but when others 'saw' that what he is leading them to is everything but bliss, he was left alone. I say 'saw' because it seems to me that their own perception must have played a trick on them.

I could now stop but one thing seems curious to me because it is the same in the Gospels and in my own observation. In fact, in the Gospels it is much more developed than what I myself got to know. I said to know, without quotation marks, because it seems to me that It is even so. I remember some instances in my life when I said to some: I know you better than you know yourself. Later I grew terribly asshamed of my 'wisdom', and with reason. But now I have got to know what some people's 'master' commands them to do. Their 'master', their 'god', whom they possibly love, tells them to kill, and they kill daily. That's why the Gospels say that those who will kill them will think that they serve God. I couldn't identify the god they serve YET, "yet" indicating that I have some desire to do so, but the Gospels are much more advanced. They say clearly, for example, that by their fruits ye shall know them. And for a fruit to grow, you might HAVE TO wait a little, you know, a must without a caveat. Jesus said directly something like, I know you, you are murderers and liars, and now he says something mysterious. Your father is devil, and satan, he says. The father of all lies, he says. This, Watson, is a veritable mistery to unravel. Even God the Absolute seems comparably easy to solve, compared to that. Just look at something to be afraid of, I mean, somebody who was not afraid of all the contempt and death the archterror, be afraid of those who murder your soul, not your body.

In this connection I remember how I was always hating people who were 'smart'. Until once I did will have been caught myself, playing it smart against somebody who did nothing further than looking at me, and in a very warm way, I shall say, and I was busy with my own smartness and I didn't even fucking see what was right before me. I say fucking, Watson, because unpleasant it was, indeed it was, Watson. The 'smart' guy was me.

Friday, March 18, 2005

this is a true story.

there was a tree.

the tree has been borne fruit.

when the fruit reach the ground, twenty more trees sprung up, each bigger and more teeming with life and with richer fruit than the first.

strange things happened. but trees grew on.