"Gurdjieff, G I - Beelzebubs Tales To His Grandson" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gurdjieff G I)

This strange tooth had seven shoots and at the end of each of them there stood out in relief a drop of
blood, and through each separate drop there shone clearly and definitely one of the seven aspects of the
manifestation of the white ray.
After this silence, unusual for us "young rascals", the usual hubbub broke out again, and in this hubbub it
was decided to go immediately to the barber, a specialist in extracting teeth, and to ask him just why this
tooth was like that.
So we all climbed down from the roof and went off to the barber's. And I, as the "hero of the day",
stalked at the head of them all.
The barber, after a casual glance, said it was simply a "wisdom tooth" and that all those of the male sex
have one like it, who until they first exclaim "papa" and "mamma" are fed on milk exclusively from their
own mother, and who on first sight are able to distinguish among many other faces the face of their own
father.
As a result of the whole totality of the effects of this happening, at which time my poor "wisdom tooth"
became a complete sacrifice, not only did my consciousness begin, from that time on, constantly
absorbing, in connection with everything, the very essence of the essence of my deceased grandmother's
behest—God bless her soul— but also in me at that time, because I did not go to a "qualified dentist" to
have the cavity of this tooth of mine treated, which as a matter of fact I could not do because our home
was too far from any contemporary center of culture, there began to ooze chronically from this cavity a
"something" which—as it was only recently explained to me by a very famous meteorologist with whom
I chanced to become, as is said, "bosom friends" owing to frequent meetings in the Parisian night
restaurants of Montmartre—had the property of arousing an interest in, and a tendency to seek out the
causes of the arising of every suspicious "actual fact"; and this property, not transmitted to my entirely by
heredity, gradually and automatically led to my ultimately becoming a specialist in the investigation of
every suspicious phenomenon which, as it so often happened, came my way.
This property newly formed in me after this event—when I, of course with the co-operation of our
ALL-COMMON MASTER THE MERCILESS HEROPASS, that is the "flow of time", was transformed into the
young man already depicted by me—became for me a real inextinguishable hearth, always burning, of
consciousness.
The second of the mentioned vivifying factors, this time for the complete fusion of my dear
grandmother's injunction with all the data constituting my general individuality, was the totality of
impressions received from information I chanced to acquire concerning the event which took place here
among us on Earth, showing the origin of that "principle" which, as it turned out according to the
elucidations of Mr. Alan Kardec during an "absolutely secret" spiritualistic seance, subsequently became
everywhere among beings similar to ourselves, arising and existing on all the other planets of our Great
Universe, one of the chief "life principles."
The formulation in words of this new "all-universal principle of living" is as follows:
"If you go on a spree then go the whole hog including the postage."
As this "principle", now already universal, arose on that same planet on which you too arose and on
which, moreover, you exist almost always on a bed of roses and frequently dance the fox trot, I consider I
have no right to withhold from you the information known to me, elucidating certain details of the arising
of just that universal principle.
Soon after the definite inculcation into my nature of the said new inherency, that is the unaccountable
striving to elucidate the real reasons for the arising of all sorts of "actual facts", on my first arrival in the
heart of Russia, the city of Moscow, where, finding nothing else for the satisfaction of my psychic needs,
I occupied myself with the investigation of Russian legends and sayings, I once happened—whether
accidentally or as a result of some objective sequence according to law I do not know—to learn by the
way the following:
Once upon a time a certain Russian, who in external appearance was to those around him a simple
merchant, had to go from his provincial town on some business or other to this second capital of Russia,
the city of Moscow, and his son, his favorite one—because he resembled only his mother—asked him to