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psysaucer
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 Posted - Aug 27 2015 : 05:19:23 AM
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"Woke up long before dawn when the air is very still and the earth waiting for the sun. Woke up with a clarity that was peculiar and an urgency that demanded full attention. The body was completely motionless, an immobility that was without strain, without tension. And inside the head a peculiar phenomenon was going on. A great wide river was flowing with the pressure of immense weight of water, flowing between high, polished granite rock. On each side of this great wide river was polished, sparkling granite, on which nothing grew, not even a blade of grass; there was nothing but sheer polished rock, soaring up beyond measurable eyesight. The river was making its way, silently, without a whisper, indifferent, majestic. It was actually taking place, it wasn't a dream, a vision nor a symbol to be interpreted. It was there taking place, beyond any doubt; it was not a thing of imagination. No thought could possibly invent it; it was too immense and real for thought to formulate it.
The immobility of the body and this great flowing river between the polished granite walls of the brain, went on for an hour and a half by the watch. Through the open window the eyes could see the coming dawn. There was no mistaking the reality of what was taking place. For an hour and a half the whole being was attentive, without effort, without wandering off. And all of a sudden it stopped and the day began.
This morning, that benediction filled the room. It was raining hard but there would be blue sky later.
The process, with its pressure and ache, continues gently"
This book is so overwhelming I can barely read more than a chapter at a time. Perhaps it's simply the fact that these words were put down not for any reader but for K himself in his journals... |
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Charliedog
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Posted - Aug 27 2015 : 06:55:15 AM
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I can imagine that. Very beautiful formulated, thank you for sharing psysaucer.
Could you tell which author and book is this?
 edit Ah found it already  |
Edited by - Charliedog on Aug 27 2015 08:40:15 AM |
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psysaucer
India
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Posted - Aug 27 2015 : 08:46:55 AM
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Originally posted by Charliedog
Could you tell which author and book is this?
The book is a journal that Jiddu Krishnamurti kept for a year.
You can get the pdf here :) |
Edited by - psysaucer on Aug 27 2015 09:31:10 AM |
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Charliedog
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Posted - Aug 27 2015 : 10:34:09 AM
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Thanks so much for the pdf link psysaucer. I have never read anything from Krishnamurti, but this fragment is so me, very interesting.  |
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parvati9
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Posted - Aug 27 2015 : 9:32:15 PM
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Thank you psysaucer.
Some more from Krishnamurti's Notebook:
Whatever actions one has to do in daily life, the shocks and the various incidents should not leave their scars. These scars become the ego, the self, and as one lives, it becomes strong and its walls almost become impenetrable.
There is love only when there is no need.
To stand alone, without being committed to any course of action, to any conduct, to any experience, is essential, for this alone frees consciousness from the bondage of time.
...the false must go, not to gain what's true but because it's false.
A very remarkable journal
Beautiful
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Charliedog
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Posted - Aug 28 2015 : 09:39:28 AM
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Krishnamurti's Notebook,
Thought is matter and it can be made into anything, ugly - beautiful.
But there's a sacredness which is not of thought, nor of a feeling resuscitated by thought. It is not recognizable by thought nor can it be utilized by thought. Thought cannot formulate it. But there's a sacredness, untouched by any symbol or word. It is not communicable. It is a fact.
A fact is to be seen and the seeing is not through the word. When a fact is interpreted, it ceases to be a fact; it becomes
something entirely different. The seeing is of the highest importance. This seeing is out of time-space; it's immediate, instantaneous. And what's seen is never the same again. There's no again or in the meantime.
This sacredness has no worshipper, the observer who meditates upon it. It's not in the market to be bought or sold. Like beauty, it cannot be seen through its opposite for it has no opposite.
That presence is here, filling the room, spilling over the hills, beyond the waters, covering the earth.....
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parvati9
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Posted - Aug 28 2015 : 11:14:35 AM
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