A Thirteen Verses Ode to Beelzebub’s Tales

My Dear and Beloved Book
You are the Love of my heart
You are the Faith of my consciousness
You are the Hope of my tomorrow
You are the Passion of my childhood
You are the “I” of my presence
You are the Subconscious of my being
You are the Awakener of my Conscience
You are the Spectrum of my existence.
Conceived in the spaces of the Milky Way
The starry sky guiding the faithful to Santiago
In the year 1921 after the creation of the World
You were born in the year 1950′
In the century of the two big Wars
And yet you contain the Secret
To end all Wars and only for that
You have been praised as the greatest book of the Twenty Century.
You are now 62 years old
Young and virile as if you were only 20
Beginning your life on Earth
Living your existence through Antkooano
Sharing with others the cosmic Truths of Creation
Moving slowly through the Mdnel-In
Of the trajectory of your precious Path
Serving the Needs of our COMMON FATHER.
In the first chapter of Your pages
We meet  your Creator Mr. Gurdjieff
Telling us without any shame of
“The-fear-of-drowning-in-the-overflow-of-my-own thoughts”
And of a grandmother telling him to be unique
And of the veil of the “Teller of the Night”
And of the “red pepper pots’ of the Jericho jackass
Yes, the Teacher of Dancing cursing like the Karapet of Tiflis
And in the first page of Your narrative
We meet the Hero of Your Tales
The Great Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness
Messenger sent from Below to compensate
Yes, the old man from Karatas
Resting now from thousands of years of exile
For having seen the illogic of a Suffering Universe
And exiled to Earth to learn that it is All about Laws
And we meet his beloved grandson Hassein
Sitting at the feet of his grandfather
Listening to tales after tales about some three-brained beings
The unfortunate three-brained beings from the lunatic planet Earth
And we too meet old faithful Ahoon
Tired of faithfully serving descents after descents
Poor old Ahoon who could not understand the nature of his Master
Because understanding of the planetary body has limitations.
And we also meet the Most Most Saintly Ashiata Shiemash
A word meaning a Ray of Light
A Prophet from the Future to incarnate on Earth
A Consciousness that is Love and a Hope that is Strength
And opposing Him is Lentrohamsanin
Yes, Lenin, Hitler, Staling, Trotsky and Marx
Hasnamussian candidates without emotional Urge for a Higher Life
Cheaters and betrayers of the Divine Impulse of Objective Conscience
And our sense of humor becomes fully alive and we wish to live
When we meet in your pages, So Much Beloved Book
The wisest of all wisest of all wisest of all wisest
Our incomparable esteemed Mullah Nassr Eddin
Sharing with us his secrets gathered in the wisdom of the Arab people
Telling us that if we are not lucky we can get venereal diseases from our godmother
Or telling us almost crying: “ekh! people, people! Why are you people
If only you were not people, you might perhaps be clever.”
You are All and Everything, Book of Secrets, All and Everything
You are the Alpha and the Omega for us poor of the Earth hungry to know
You are the container of All we need, as we now need It.
You are the Self-Remembering of the Universe
And the “I” of Man traveling through the Milky Way
And the delicious Armagnac and Old Calvados of the few
And the Hope of those suffering in the Dark Night of the Soul.
And the Love that can finally bring rest to our exiled soul.
You are a javelin hurled into the Future
You are The Herald of Coming Good
The “stuff” a group of people were waiting for
To build on Earth new Gothic Cathedrals
Yes, on the surface of planet Deskaldino
Where the Great Saroonoorisan lives
Removing from the solar system Salzmanino
Smoothly all the Zilnotrago on your way to the Future.
You are the Holy-Denying and the Merciless Destroyer
In the loneliness of our mentation and feelings
Of all the beliefs by centuries rooted in us
And you do it with the objective impartiality
And the total absence of negative emotions
Showing us how to live a life of quality and normality
Yet with total objective contempt
For the Hasnamussess of this ill-fated Planet.
You are my Woman, the best Woman in town
As tempting as the Teller of the Night
Unveiling Yourselve in the Temptation of the Night
I make love to you in the silence of my night
And you let me make love to you and enjoy you
And you kiss me before I enter into the Arms of Morpheus
Putting a smile in my face and whispering in my ears:
“Tomorrow I will tell you more secrets.”
The Way of Return to the Source of the All-Embracing
And in the last pages of your narrative you sing like this:
“Thou Long Patient CREATOR Of All That Breathes,
Thou Abundantly LOVING CAUSE  Of All That Exists,
Thou Unique VANQUISHER Of The Merciless Heropass,
Now To The Sounds Of Our Glorifying
Only Rejoice And Abide In Beatitude.”
You are my Dear and Beloved Book
Will, troubadour sent from the brotherhood Heechtvori.

About willmesa

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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