Last year while listening to The Secret of Secrets by Osho (thank you, Audible!), I came across an interesting story from the life of the Russian mystic, G.I. Gurdjieff. Though, in my own study of Gurdjieff’s works I’d undertaken a few years back, I don’t recall reading any such incident in his life. Nor was there any mention of a story like that in the works of P.D. Ouspensky (one of his longtime pupils). So, while I can’t verify the factual accuracy of this anecdote, it does carry a beautiful message.

I get this all the time from those who come in touch wi...