You are not taking anything on board, are you?
You are perfect as you are, pretty much complete and aligned with Eagle?
How about the mental construct you propagate?
You were shown it has deep laws, yet you keep pushing it.
Think about it for a while.
Let's agree to disagree, because I'm not going to agree to the existence of any such Eagle. I've studied philosophy my whole life, and though I'm not familiar with Gurdjief's writings in particular, I've read and studied countless others like him.
"Perfection" is a curse word in my dictionary. There's nothing to improve upon as far as my soul or essence or whatever you want to call the energy entity that goes on after death of my body. There is only my drive that comes from deep within my being, in my dreams, in my daily work, in my relationships, everywhere, all the time, to expand my conscious/objective awareness of everything and all that I am. That is the nature of my being. I never settle for what I know today.
As far as I'm concerned, The Eagle is a mental construct of a guy that was trying to explain something that he didn't understand. I've never heard nor read anywhere else but in Castaneda's writings of any independent, contemporary or prior source for the Eagle. I've read and heard that some others have seen it in events subsequent to the publishing of those works by Castaneda. I've also read and heard other stories written thousands of times for 7000 years of people who have claimed to see God, or The Gods. That's okay. I haven't, and until I do, I'm going to accept their visions as they are, but not necessarily agree with them.
Eric, other people may agree with you. In my soul, in all my searchings, all my study, all my drama, trauma, feelings, journeying, soul searching, and dreaming, I have never seen god, nor the eagle. Everything I've said here I have either validated myself, or I've asked other people what they think or feel about it. The only god I've seen is the one that looks back at me from the mirror every morning, which is also the one that dreams every night, and begs me to write what I do, so that I'll know, really know, all of who I am. Your gods may differ.
You say some pretty pushy, presumptive, and assumptive things to me, Eric. Nevertheless I keep responding because I enjoy writing and thinking and searching my soul and the ethers for answers. I put forth my views as an alternate to what's commonly accepted. I ask not that anyone agree. I don't even ask that they be accepted. In most social norms, telling someone that they are wrong about their soul searching conclusion is the height of rudeness. I don't really care about social norms, except as they grease the wheels of relationships and commerce. I will explain, if asked, to the best of my ability. I will say what I've seen, as long as I'm not giving anyone else's secrets away. I create my reality every moment of everyday, and I'm creating my reality here and now by drawing your questions, statements, accusations and assumptions to me. This is so I'll understand more about what and who I am. In order to write even this paragraph, I have to go to places unheard of in your philosophy, my dear Horatio, places I cannot possibly explain in writing. And, although I SEE you, I dare not say what I see because I haven't been asked. It would be the height of intrusiveness for me to do so. For you to say what you SEE about me would be considered rude and intrusive by most people, but you are so mistaken it doesn't really matter. Even if were remotely true what you say about me, it still would not matter that you say it. You have your own reasons. You can say what you want to me, and about me. But you don't know what you are saying.
In sum, I've thought about this and many other things. I've searched high and low within and without myself for my own answers. This is what I do, this searching. This is what I am, a consciousness expanding its awareness in eternity. You might know what that means. I can't tell from your statements to me if you do or not. And, you know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that I'm on the top side of the grass right now.
We disagree, for the moment.