Jiddu Krishnamurti

Krishnamurti was born to a woman that was psychic

she made time for her son

to talk to him about the spirit and she did so 

with great love and feeling

Krishnamurti was a very different boy

from a young age, he would often be found

standing staring

for hours at nothing at all

and his brother would haveto lead him home 

as he looked rather lost to himself

he spent much time at home 

for he was not well so much 

his body was frail and would take to odd illnesses 

very easily

his mother died early on

and the boy would spend time listening to her 

speak to him after she was gone 

about reincarnation and much deep spiritual matters 

he soaked it in like an open vessel it seamed 

in his young adulthood Krishnamurti had many, 

many spiritual experiences

he would sometimes be in trances or find his 

consciousness in the clouds or lose body consciousness 

and speak in tongues in which poetry would flow forth

or words would flow from another realm beyond the physical

he would sometimes be overtaken by great emotion and crying 

and then be fine as if nothing occurred

not an easy life this one had

he had much bodily pain and illness and endured hardships 

with the kundalini phenomena that was very extreme

but he said he didn't mind and endured it all with humour 

and was energetic and light in his presence

when he spoke to the audience, he would speak of how 

this world of me and mine does not exist 

how it is like a dream .. a fabrication of mind 

he would speak in spontaneous words and movements 

sometimes somber.. other times very playful and lively

Krishnamurti showed a great love for nature

he sat in nature so very much alone and would wander the hills

of india or in the states and sit amongst the 

animals and forests completely at peace  

without ever feeling a division there 

and never with any fear, even when dangerous animals were near

such as tigers, monkeys and bears

he would be at peace sitting with them and all was well

Krishnamurti spoke to his devotees about the non-dual consciousness 

but he did so by attempting to engage a dialogue of sorts 

which was not the best way to break down the mind

though his being rested in the source and he went thru the 

fires of purification (kundalini) and he surrendered there with his heart 

he was not able to be fully effective in breaking down the mind 

and most that he attracted were of the new age mind-set

many however stayed around him and were very devoted as they 

felt he spoke to their hearts 

Krishnamurti wrote beautiful flowing poetry in which there 

was much natural imagery and speaking of love and light 

and no separation

he was a bright presence in his way for many

he talked about kundalini and the suffering 

he went thru with it has been documented extensively

he was very close to his brother who died before him

he grieved greatly when he passed and cried and cried 

and after this flood of tears, he emerged as if nothing had happened 

his consciousness through such strong emotions, remaining completely pure 

he was of the saintly way

and had no fear whatsoever of death as he had already died the good death 

that brought eternal life 

this is what has flowed out this evening about Jiddu Krishnamurti...


here is one of the poems written by Krishnamurti -- his book of poetry
was one of the first spiritual books i found and read that really began the
search in earnest for me -- it was probably 23 yrs ago i first found his poetry...
here is the poem:


O friend,
I am anxious for thee.

The long race with time,
the ceaseless dance with the winds of space,
The burden of lonely sorrow
And the gathering in of joy:
They are over and I await thee
As the parched land the coming rains

The love that corrupts the form of its loveliness,
Offerings to pacify the inward fear of thought,
Vain hopes void of understanding,
Visions and dreams ever in the semblance of man,
Death that creates darkness in life:
They are over, and I await thee
As the lotus the cool night air.

Hear me, O friend,
I await thee,
As the snowy peak in a still valley...