The Fourth Way was suggested to me by someone I met at Olga's tavern who's name was Brian, but whom we (Jann and I) insisted on calling Briam, because Olga makes it so good. We'd also had quite a bit if "medicine" (tsipouro, masticha and rosé) and had been crying on and off. For no reason whatsoever I brought up The Ultimate Frontier and he and Jann got very excited and insisted that this be my next book on this 'journey'. So far it's quite interesting, although it is just in the format of an interview, or rather, random people asking Ouspenski about his understanding of life, humanity, spirit, etc. There one thing that stands out to me is that he stands against imagination. T.U.F. also stood against the Arts as a waste of time. Ouspenski states (and I'm paraphrasing) that there is no point in imagining things that are not so, and that daydreaming is a waste of our life and it distracts is from our psychic abilities. To access the other floors of our brain (he says we confine ourselves to the basement and kitchen of a beautiful mansion) we should be aware of ourselves and our functions, breathing, digesting, seeing, etc., and analyzing if they are voluntary, involuntary or two other choices I'm not going to rack my brain to remember (I think I left that knowledge in the basement, I'm currently making a snack in the only other room I can get into). He says that it is impossible for your average Joe to have complete self awareness without running away with frivolous thoughts for more than a couple of minutes. I've tried it, he's right. It does become rather tedious. So is the book, to be honest, but I'm reading it without expecting to understand what is being said exactly and just allowing it to pepper my subconscious with the hopes that someday, if I'm ready to read it again, it will have started to take root. A pepper root. Although I have a pepper intolerance. That's OK, I might never even finish it, let alone read it twice.
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