George Gudjieff believed in a spiritually-minded group of folks whom he calls "The Conscious Circle of Humanity." Though he obviously thought he belonged, we who know him better now, don't.
The title belies its confusion. Gurdjieff remained throughout his life a man of rapidly changing egotistical dreams, up and down in his mood swings throughout a life spent in a haze of demagoguery and alcohol.
But the man's got a point, at least as applies to folks like him who put themselves first. They have chosen to ignore the straight and narrow way of the law, in order to assert themselves and their rights in lawlessness. And they are now everywhere.
The truth, as traditional philosophers tell us, is in the Primacy of Being. None of us can count on anything but Grace in the big picture, and our only choice is to tread the narrow line and avoid brute facticity. We must always put ourselves second.
I learned all this one windy October evening, from one of my wife’s old university cronies, Esan. For that night she gave the comeuppance to my wild bipolar me-first attitude.
That was the very night of the awful advent of my workplace burnout.
Esan trod the straight and narrow way in her Coptic faith, and that night she saw through me to the very Daemon that dominated my chthonic bipolarity. Thank Heaven. That night, however, I was trying pretty darned doggedly to emulate my workplace in-crowd.
The power elite. Their signs and gestures. She later called me a devil within my wife’s hearing. Abjectly convicted, I resolutely mended my ways. I henceforth did as the bosses said, not as they did (as the old joke goes). I reached full retirement in burnt-out peace.
Gurdjieff chose a traditional Middle Eastern venue - dear to the ancient Mages - to trumpet the vanity of his own ego. And he always had the old daemon, facticity, to breakfast with in his hungover weakness the morning after.
Facticity is the result of gaining a false control over your self by boycotting all high daydreams and ideals from it. You’re on the hard ground of disappointing experience, so you use the benchmarks you’ve learned as leverage for further control.
What dreams of power you enjoy will always have “the bitter taste of shadow fruit.” So you dig your spurs farther into the sides of your galloping egotism.
Your empty perceptions seem to be Real, for a change. Why?
Because your monomaniacal Ego is in total control.
Your illusions, like mine, go galloping into the void.
But: G. raises some excellent points here. Are you so stressed out and hot and bothered you can't move? Point one: apply ice to your bodily pressure points; THEN, vigorously exercise what he calls your Moving Centre. Works for me.
On a much more ethical plane, though, I have found facticity's opposite, the freedom of sheer isness, to be infinitely more centrist, and therefore more assuring in its relatedness to common sense. It thrives on challenges to its self-worth, which become meaningless in the big abstract picture. So work with your Muscles!
At first I found it rather terrifying - it initially drove me to the monkey house - but I later found that if I attuned myself to their constant variability, it in the end made me aware that life for every one of us is change. So, by conforming my beliefs to established sense I became blandly ordinary in my mid-age.
Or did I? We are still bound tightly by life and death. So death being a dissolution, it follows the same pattern as life. Everything is entropic. As I was becoming that night with Esan.
But don't be fooled. This series, of which this book is the point final, is a loose, meandering fool's game on how to make your ego endure.
Really?
What about the inevitability of the cynical, dusty undertaker, then, George?
Face it, man: your system failed you in the end as it will fail us too, if we don't work with it outside of your system.
Ironically enough, P.D. Ousepensky later turned Gurfjieff's system into a wonder of No-self. So go figure… and I know that works much better.
Because Esan turned me around in much the same way…
She collapsed my pole-vaulting ego into shamed nothingness -
And dashed cold healing water onto my raging libido -
That long-ago blessed October night when I finally started to Wake Up to the Goodness of pure Being again!