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Gurdjieff Internet Guide
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G. I. Gurdjieff
The Three Pilgrimages
Objective Art & Intentional Inexactitudes
Valaam Monastery, Orthodox Tradition & Symbolism
Comments on Beelzebub's Tales
Ashoka the Great and the Enneagram
A Wish
Self-remembering - an Email to a Friend
Early Morning in May
Gurdjieff & Orthodox Christianity
Reijo Oksanen Interviewed by Guy Hoffman
Are Icons a Form of Objective Art?
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Letter to a Friend - Amden 14.06.2005
Fourth Way Schools I - The Anthonites (Antonites)
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Malcolm Gibson
Flash Memory and How It Works
Getting the Best out of Gurdjieff
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Walking High
The Policeman & the Policewoman
Ouspensky, Palmer and Father Nikon
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Oksanen, Reijo

Reijo Oksanen


Reijo Oksanen was born in Helsinki 1942, heard of Gurdjieff and also the Orthodox Way in 1962 and came to London to join the Work in 1967. He moved back to Finland in 1971 and joined the Orthodox Church. In 1990 Oksanen moved to Denmark and in 2004 to Switzerland. After a long career in textiles, clothing and furniture industries, he set his mind into putting Gurdjieff properly into the internet.

From 2004 Reijo Oksanen is actively engaged in the activities of ars sacra Life Workshop.
 

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The Three Pilgrimages



The Climb to the Mountain



I follow a little stream
Looking for its source
Up the mountain
Choosing my way
In the shade
On the dark side
With the moon and stars
As my guides

The way is long
I hurry towards the top
Slipping in the snow
Getting stuck
I reach the peak
And look around in wonder
At the beauty of the scene
When I suddenly see
My own reflection in the spring

Was it meant this way
That I should work and suffer
This long way
Just to find out
That what I had managed
In all these years
Was to carry my self-portrait
An image of nothing
To the top

The picture of myself
Had always been
In front of my vision
Everything I thought I was
Had nothing to do with me
I see now
That I am in everything
And everything is in me


Adrift Towards the Sea



I start my descent
Along the stream
Now growing to a river
In which I drift
Towards the sea
Clinging to the reflection
Of my own nothingness
I see others climbing up
Shouting: Look
There’s one who has given up

The cool water
Washes away
The dirt I gathered
On my way up
There is no pain
There is no pleasure
There is nothing I can measure


One with the Ocean



My picture buried in the sea
There is nothing left of me
There is something
I can still see
It has nothing to do with me
I am alive now
The ego is gone
In the void
Left by the ego

I am







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iran & syria
I WANT TO TRAVEL IRAN & SYRIA
THANX
RAZA ABIDI

RAZA ABIDI, Pakistan
sraabidi_110@hotmail.com
added 2005-10-31


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