Nice piece, J. Thanks for posting it. Since you wrote it, have you come any closer to an answer to the question you pose at the end? Any sense of a "seed" beginning to sprout?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "J" <JB789@...> wrote: > > > Hello, > Since I have noticed some dialogues on J. Krishnamurti, 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. > > Regards, > JB > > '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' > > > 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 > http://www.krishnamurti-denmark.dk/ (in English and Danish) > http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/default.php (The official repository of the > authentic teachings of J. Krishnamurti)
