This was the main book that got me out of the Monastary. Like Gurdjieff, I had spent 6 months with a Syrian Eastern Orthodox Enclave as an Acolyte Monk. It was there I was reading this work one evening and had a sudden contemplation: “There is a whole, counter-culture, revolution ever going on out in the broad world through the centuries that few ever know about but all whom I have loved have participated in furthering (and knew all about). What am I doing here?” And with that I left. [There was also the reason that I ever seek a place to have more sacred time of my own to recover lost archaic history and write and be creative and, ironically, you get very little free time even in a monastary (this d%#n world!)].
So this book though, it basically turns your whole world upside down and shows how near everything of interest in the past 400 years has not been created by the new “noble, materialist, reductionist, aristotelian, modern, industrial revolution of scientists and progressives” as you were lead to think in school but rather by a small coterie of occultic mystics the former has piecemeal ripped every single thing off from and inverted to mere lower monied and base uses or political gaffs to gain power through.
One sees all one thought was culture and politic is esoteric fall-out, but the regurgitated heap pile we sit on that originated from a more conscious, imaginative and spiritual esoteric core of people aware of each other and a more important inner world down through the ages.
Just like Radiohead’s song that explores whether that very important individual exposing things commited suicide or was “suicided” (Harrowdown Hill - the latter is implied); it would be great some day if someone explored into whether this author was suicided too, as I suspect, for revealing too much.
One can read all about him online if you can still find Rodney Collins’ sister-in-law Joyce Collin-Smith and her memoirs she put up about her life, which included a long friendship with Webb and her time as secretary to the Maharishi introducing the Beatles to the latter (and we know what followed after, East and West globally for a short time were finally united in peace and love on earth in a way that may never happen again).
This book will depress you as it disillusions you but will illuminate you too: emotionally, noetically and historically. I highly recommend it.
My favourite quote from it is when he quotes Ouspensky on the whole reason for the recent World Wars as being not because of man’s flight into the irrational but precisely because man became too formatory and flew too deeply into the hyper-rational and lost their spirit of active imagination. So a dead vaccuum was created in society, a lacking that leaves a restlessness which has to be filled by violence. As Gandhi said, “a nation without spirtuality is like the carcass of a dead dog on the side of the road, lifeless and waiting to be eaten.”
Radiohead’s song “Life in a Glass House” is all about that. We see this phenomena occur in families, they get bored then restless then start terrible fights and break up and never see it was cause they stopped being creative and inspired and seeking deeper truths inside and listening to the one in them listening in. But we don’t think this ever happens amidst all of humanity too. It entirely does making them ass end backwards in how they were supposed to be receiving planetary influences stepped down into them to be creative and enlightened with; instead they become destructive when they stop believing in the greater noumenal realms that truly are within us and which fantasy and illuminated politics just scratches the surface of (but which this book shows so much of).