A Timeless Man

Today we celebrate another anniversary of the birth of George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff. 

The man was so surrounded by mystery that we do not even know with exactitude when he was born. And in his own biography he made sure that none could trace his trail through the lands of the Middle and Far East and Northern Africa. And even when he was in the West, he disappeared from sight from May to September of 1935. None knows where he was and where he went during those months.

And even in death he was a mystery. When he was taken to the hospital to his appointed death, here is how he left his apartment at 6 Rue des Colonel Rènard in bright pajamas and smoking, against doctor’s orders, a Gauloise Bleu:

“He sat upright on the stretcher, and was carried away like a Royal Prince! All his family was clustered at the street door (the crusty old concierge was in tears!) and as they carried him across the pavement he made a little gesture, a sort of wave with his hands and said, ‘A revoir, tout le monde!'”And then hours later, in the America Hospital, the Royal Prince died like a King.

Who was this man?

To ask this question is like to ask who was King Arthur or Merlin the Magician or Mullah Nassr Eddin or Saint George or Al Khidir. He was one of those timeless men who weave their ways through time, tradition and myth.

Future generations will find difficult to separate the man from the myth he himself created for us.

But who was this man?

It does not really matter to find the answer to this question. We will never find it, anyhow. What matters to us is to ask the question he invited us to ask:

Who am I?

PS. I posted this post on January 13 my time in New York City, the day we celebrate the birth of Mr. Gurdjieff

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I have been studying and working with the ideas of G.I. Gurdjieff exposed in his Opus Magnum Beelzebub’s Tales to His Grandson. The intention of this blog is to share these ideas with people around the world. For more information about me, please search in Google for Will Mesa
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8 Responses to A Timeless Man

  1. Tilo Materna says:

    “… until the moment of the arrival of the next new year, which moment is that of my appearance on God’s Earth.”

    • willmesa says:

      And when was that time? We do not for sure but somehow is celebrated all around the world is January 13. The years is also in question but the major inclination is to fix it at 1866, which means that Mr. Gurdjieff died when he was 83 years old. Thanks for your comments.

      • Tilo Materna says:

        Today is the 2nd of April, 1935, new calendar; and the final time limit for the intentional introducing by me into life of all the self-imposed aims and “will-tasks” for the possibility of attainment of the three mentioned fundamental aims will come on the 23rd of April of this same year, old calendar.

      • willmesa says:

        Tilo, I do not quite understand your comment or quote from Life is real only then, when “I am.”. I mean, what does it have to do with the birthday of Mr. Gurdjieff. Would you please clarify? Thanks. Will.

  2. Tilo Materna says:

    “…new calendar; …. old calendar.”

  3. John Lynn Leidersdorff says:

    Thanks Will, Our group celebrated Sunday. Incredible event. We presented a play we wrote called The Miracle. All material was extracted from “With Gurdjieff in St. Petersburg and Paris”, by Anna Butkovsky-Hewitt and a fragment from ‘In Search’. Best Wishes, Lynn

  4. willmesa says:

    Thanks, John, an extraordinary event indeed, even if we do not know the exact day. Thanks for your comment. Will

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