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It was fitting that Pamela Travers died on St.
George¡¯s Day, 23 April, and that her funeral took place on May Day,
both dates significant examples of myth and meaning, the profound study
of which had been her great love for many years.
She made a point of being extremely reticent about her personal life, so
there remains much uncertainty as to where and when she first met Mr.
Gurdjieff, although it is thought to have been in Paris during the
1930s.
She spoke more freely about her friendship with A. R. Orage which
developed when he published one of her poems in the New Age. She would
speak with immense gratitude about the way he encouraged her in her
writing, and inspired her in her search, already alive and strong since
childhood and nurtured in early adulthood by George Russell (A. E.) and
W. B. Yeats among others. She would often say, ¡°If you want to know
more, read What the Bee Knows,¡±¡ªthe book she wished most to be her
epitaph. It contains all her major contributions over 20 years to
Parabola magazine, and includes her remarkable lecture to the American
Library of Congress in 1967 entitled ¡°Only Connect,¡± that phrase so
loved by her, taken (or as she herself would say ¡°stolen¡±) from E.
M. Forster¡¯s Howard¡¯s End.
It was her special skill in connecting or linking the pearls of
spiritual tradition which was undoubtedly her greatest and perhaps her
unique contribution to the activities of the [Gurdjieff] Society. She
helped to set up and index the Society¡¯s library to include not only
all Gurdjieff¡¯s books and those of Ouspensky, Nicoll, Walker and
others pertaining to Gurdjieff¡¯s teaching, but also a comprehensive
collection of major texts and works on Christianity, Judaism, Islam,
Hinduism, Buddhism, Neo-Platonism, Gnosticism and so on.
Later, she arranged fine visual exhibitions on Islam and Buddhism, and,
when encouraged by Henri Tracol, she and Dorothy Maffett, activated by
their own enthusiasm, gathered round them a number of study groups to
share with them, each in their own inimitable fashion, their knowledge,
understanding and love of all this material. Studies of the traditions
continue in the Society to this day, thanks to the labours and
inspiration of these two exceptional women, both of whom participated in
these study groups until almost the very end of their long lives. In
Pamela¡¯s case a small group was meeting regularly to study Maurice
Nicoll¡¯s Living Time until a few weeks before she died.
While studying Sufism in the early 1970s, Pamela and her study group
presented a dramatised reading of The Conference of the Birds, but only
when she was satisfied that enough years had been given to a shared
study of The Koran, the Hadith, the historical life of the Prophet, as
well as the works of al-Ghazzali, Rumi, ibn Arabi, al-Hallaj, the
question of al-Khidr (the Islamic green man) and dul-Quarnein (Alexander
the Great). This latter study raised and left open the fascinating
question of the divergence between the Koranic view of this invading
emperor and that held by Mr. Gurdjieff.
Even during the time she was living in the United States, she initiated
at that distance, a study of Hinduism, apportioning different aspects to
different individuals. When, much against her wishes, her students
divided the ten volumes of the Mahabharata among themselves and embarked
on a five-year study, she bowed to their wishes and sent richly learned
missives across the Atlantic, encouraging papers to be written.
She taught that to study is to question, and to go on questioning, for
ever if necessary. ¡°Why,¡± she once suddenly asked, ¡°do you think
King Solomon (or Siegfried for that matter) could understand the
language of the beasts and the birds?¡± And would not stay for an
answer.
She gave an ostrich egg to the Dean of the ecumenical Cathedral of St.
John the Divine on the edge of Harlem in New York City. ¡°Why?¡± he
asked. ¡°The ostrich is a forgetful mother,¡± she replied, trusting
implicitly, one feels, that somewhere among the 6000-strong congregation
someone¡ªand it need be only one¡ªwould take up the question and
perhaps discover that ostrich eggs are hung above the alter in the Greek
Orthodox Easter service as a reminder of our responsibilities towards
the possibility of inner re-birth.
She searched, and drew others into her search for the original source of
Hans Christian Andersen¡¯s Ugly Duckling which she had heard tell was
ensconced somewhere in the many volumes of Rumi¡¯s Mathnawi. Twenty
years later she found it and shared her effervescent joy over a glass of
Armagnac.
In the 1960s, she was instrumental, with others, in shaping the long day
in the children¡¯s area of the Guild at Bray. She produced a rocking
chair and the complete works of Beatrix Potter, and would appear,
suddenly, her old grey coat slung over her shoulders, with cherries
sometimes dangling from her ears or bearing kites from a trip to Japan.
She would sit with young mothers on the grass at the end of a summer¡¯s
day, keeping the children occupied with a hunt for as many different
leaves and flowers as they could possibly find. Or one might come upon
her in the rocking chair, receiving in a regal way imaginary gifts from
a long line of children, or turning a pile of paper plates into erratic
Frisbees. Original in her whimsies, theatrical, magical, inspirational,
her particular resonance is already missed by many of those mothers who
are now grandmothers, and those children who are now parents themselves.
She had the habit of stuffing endless old envelopes and scraps of paper
into any book she was reading. Not long after she died, one of those
scraps fell into my hands. In faint pencil she had written: ¡°How to
serve the work?¡± A questioner always. A questioner to the end ¡ or
to her new beginning?
Copyright ? 1996 The Gurdjieff Society
(London)
This webpage ? 2000 Gurdjieff Electronic Publishing
Featured: Spring 2000 Issue, Vol. III (2)
Revision: April 1, 2000
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