Swanwick Star Issue No. 10 (2017)

The Impact of Krishnamurti’s Teaching on my Life

 

When I first read a book by Krishnamurti, I had a sense that I didn’t get it, so I put the book away for a year.  When I picked it up again, the door was open.  I felt like every word I read detached congealed braincells, like peeling apart velcro, and I could see deeper.  I could now read what he was saying, and then I could see what he was saying, and then I could see.

While exploring, I’ve often had this sense of profound insight or perception, as if it’s the most immense ever, which is followed by an intimation that I’ve had that sense before, not as time, sameness or accumulation, but a vast, unknowing forgetfulness, that is eternal.  There is a newness, a freshness, as if the words have never been seen before, even if the scribbles in the margin say otherwise.

Can one see the teachings with fresh eyes each time, thus approach daily life in that way?  Since his languaging avoids abstractions and concepts, this negates the brain from extracting in order to add to one’s matrix of knowledge and associations.  Thus exploring the teachings seems to de-condition my brain.  He writes that we think together and think things through in order to find.

I visited Krishnamurti’s house in Ojai in January of 2016 and February of 2017.  This was a dream come true and the energy and beauty that Krishnamurti created there is palpable and transformative.  Krishnamurti’s teachings have impacted my brain to be deeply in touch with nature.  Looking closely and attentively at her dance of colors, the light of perception transforms into sound-like subtle whispers from Gaia herself.  She tells me something of her majestic beauty, so immense, that it doesn’t leave a trace, even if I wanted it to.

 

 

 

I spent an hour with the tiniest caterpillar I’d ever seen.  He was walking on my jeans, nearly camouflaged, yet perception makes life salient whenever it wiggles within the visual field of choiceness awareness.  I said aloud, “Is that a tiny caterpillar?” as if spotting him moved my vocal cords.  After the hour, I reluctantly returned the hitchhiker to the base of the Pepper Tree.

There is a sensitivity to the movement of life that grows each moment one puts one’s attention on life.  In this way, the brain cells for seeing and being with the Now grow.  It seems that reading and listening to Krishnamurti’s teachings de-conditions the brain such that perceptions is action, at the level of the brain cells.

Life meets life, and there is an explosion of energy.

I recently went to Swanwick Centre and the beauty was immersive.  It took hours before the land imbued the body with its energy to participate in moving fluidity amongst its splendors.

To me, Krishnamurtis teachings are alive and are not separate from daily life.

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