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My meeting with J. Krishnamurti

Jul 26, 2011 01:33 PM
by J


Since I have noticed some dialogues on J. Krishnamurti here, I would share the following.

The article (which I have written some years ago) was published in 'The American Yoga Journal', 
at their request and a Krishnamurti-teachings related magazine. 



My meeting with J. Krishnamurti 

I believe it was in 1982, in Switzerland, after a group meeting with J. Krishnamurti. The time had come to say goodbye. I noticed how others were very respectfully taking turns to shake his hand in farewell. 
For what seemed like an eternity, I was in the midst of a dilemma. 
On the one hand, there was the wish to touch this being and, on the other, a monologue saying, "What nonsense are you up to... playing the guru game after all, aren't you?" 

   And while I was going round like a mouse trapped in a cage ? there was only one door, and K was standing by it ? suddenly I saw the situation in a sober way: simply a matter of saying goodbye to someone with whom one has spent some time; no fuss, no thoughts of expecting shaktipat (energy transference), or any other gloriously pink astral emotions. 
I was the last one in the queue, so there was no way out of it. 

   I walked towards him, shook his hand and said, "Thank you for this time and goodbye." 
"Yeees, sir," he said. That was all, on the outwardly visible level. 

   In those few seconds, the following also happened: He took my hand in his, and with his other hand, my elbow; it felt as though my whole being and its contents were being shaken into place; a current of a very high speed passed on through my hand to the rest of the body, from head to toe; it was like a good and instant shower of energy. 

   He looked into my eyes. 

   I've never seen such dark, large and bottomless eyes! For a split second I felt a fear similar to that of falling off a mountain precipice, as though there was a space without end, and invisible ? and yet perceived ? floods of love were pouring from his eyes. (In view of this, it's quite interesting that some people call him `dry' and `intellectual'.) 

   I was standing there, hardly prepared for all that, and this little man, who physically did not reach higher than my chest, was definitely felt by me to be about 4 times taller than myself. 

   Because it all happened so quickly, only when I stepped outside the room did I realize what had taken place. 

   I had witnessed a few similar events in the company of others before I met K, but the delicacy, subtlety, purity and sobriety contained in the nature of this meeting was somehow unique. 

   He was a rare one! 

   I've read that even though he hardly ever talked about matters of a mystical nature, he himself said that there will not be another like him for several hundred years, the reason for this being the necessity for a body that can withstand the enormous volume of energy similar to that which passed through K's body. 

   And my mind at times throws up the question: Does such an encounter leave some kind of a `seed' in one, or is it just another awesome experience? 

   Maybe I'll never know, and it probably does not matter either. 

JB   (in English and Danish)   (The official repository of the authentic teachings of J. Krishnamurti)


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