My meeting with J. Krishnamurti

[Guest guest]

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

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My meeting with J. Krishnamurti

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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/

(The official repository of the authentic teachings of J. Krishnamurti)