Photo: Sunrise over Tarrytown. Hudson River, June 26 2025, from Piermont NY.
So God flows into the being-body.
We open to this presence.
We experience the glory, which is ever-present and invites us to participate.
What exactly is the glory? And why don’t we hear about it in the Gurdjieff work?
Well, oddly enough, we do— and very early on—in the opening salvo of Beelzebub’s tales:
“My first act that was obviously not in accord with the manifestations of others, though without the participation either of my consciousness or of my subconscious, occurred on exactly the fortieth day after my grandmother's death, when our family, our relatives, and all those who had esteemed my dear grandmother, who was loved by everybody, were gathered in the cemetery, as was the custom, to perform over her mortal remains reposing in the grave what is called the "requiem service." Suddenly, without rhyme or reason, instead of observing what was conventional among people of all degrees of tangible and intangible morality and of every station in life, that is, instead of standing quietly as if overwhelmed, with an expression of grief on one's face and even if possible with tears in one's eyes, I started skipping and dancing around the grave and sang:
May she Glory now behold,
Little woman all in gold!
Ha, ha, ha!
May she Glory now behold,
Little woman all in gold! . . .”
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