Krishnamurti's - 7/ 20th 1961

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July 20th 1961 (Gstaad)The process was particularly intense yesterday afternoon. In the car,waiting, one was almost oblivious of what was going on around one.The intensity increased and it was almost unbearable so that one wasforced to lie down. Fortunately there was someone in the room. The room became full with that benediction. Now what followed is almostimpossible to put down in words; words are such dead things, with definite setmeaning and what took place was beyond all words and description. It was thecentre of all creation; it was a purifying seriousness that cleansedthe brain ofevery thought and feeling; its seriousness was as lightning which destroys andburns up; the profundity of it was not measurable, it was there immovable,impenetrable, a solidity that was as light as the heavens. It was in the eyes,in the breath. It was in the eyes and the eyes could see. The eyes that saw,that looked were wholly different from the eyes of the organ and yet they werethe same eyes. There was only seeing, the eyes that saw beyond time-space.There was impenetrable dignity and a peace that was the essence ofall movement,action. No virtue touched it for it was beyond all virtue and sanctions of man.There was love that was utterly perishable and so it had the delicacyof all newthings, vulnerable, destructible and yet it was beyond all this. Itwas there imperishable,unnameable, the unknowing. No thought could ever penetrate it; noaction could evertouch it. It was "pure", untouched and so ever dyingly beautiful. All this seemed to affect the brain; it was not as it was before. Thought is such a trivial thing, necessary but trivial.Because of it, relationship seems to have changed. As a terrific storm,a destructive earthquake gives a new course to the rivers, changes thelandscape, digs deep into the earth, so it has levelled the contoursof thought, changed the shape of the heart. ~~~ Krishnamurti's Notebook

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<unbound@h...> wrote:

> July 20th 1961 (Gstaad)

>

> The process was particularly intense yesterday afternoon. In the

car,

> waiting, one was almost oblivious of what was going on around one.

> The intensity increased and it was almost unbearable so that one was

> forced to lie down. Fortunately there was someone in the room.

>

> The room became full with that benediction. Now what followed

is almost

> impossible to put down in words; words are such dead things, with

definite set

> meaning and what took place was beyond all words and description.

It was the

> centre of all creation; it was a purifying seriousness that cleansed

> the brain of

> every thought and feeling; its seriousness was as lightning which

destroys and

> burns up; the profundity of it was not measurable, it was there

immovable,

> impenetrable, a solidity that was as light as the heavens. It was

in the eyes,

> in the breath. It was in the eyes and the eyes could see. The eyes

that saw,

> that looked were wholly different from the eyes of the organ and

yet they were

> the same eyes. There was only seeing, the eyes that saw beyond time-

space.

>

> There was impenetrable dignity and a peace that was the essence of

> all movement,

> action. No virtue touched it for it was beyond all virtue and

sanctions of man.

> There was love that was utterly perishable and so it had the

delicacy

> of all new

> things, vulnerable, destructible and yet it was beyond all this. It

> was there imperishable,

> unnameable, the unknowing. No thought could ever penetrate it; no

> action could ever

> touch it. It was " pure " , untouched and so ever dyingly beautiful.

>

> All this seemed to affect the brain; it was not as it was

before.

>

> Thought is such a trivial thing, necessary but trivial.

>

> Because of it, relationship seems to have changed. As a terrific

storm,

> a destructive earthquake gives a new course to the rivers, changes

the

> landscape, digs deep into the earth, so it has levelled the contours

> of thought, changed the shape of the heart.

>

> ~~~ Krishnamurti's Notebook

 

Wow. Similar experience. The words thing in particular. Does

everyone go through that? For me, the word thing was like sentences,

and language, it was all ashes and decay compared to what I was

trying to lead'em to. Eventually I learned that words can form a

sort of map to show'em where to go...symbolically. I can't just tell

you that behind that mind of yours, being your eyes is but a wedge of

a huge gear we call god. Doesn't work that way. Gotta walk the

road, gotta follow the words to lead ya to the experience. Hell, I

hate it because words can't lead you there themselves...they are so

limiting...mean definite things....how can definite meaning lead to

infinite experience? You speak the right words to someone, some of

them just pop...and you can see they just realized something...other

times, they are stuck. Where can I find more of this Krishnamurti?

Did he leave any commentary on his experiences?

 

Jeremy.