A mere ’’buzz ’’? - a short story

Some evenings ago.
Did not quite know whether I should go to bed or I should read, or see a Krishnamurti-video…

Since I’ve seen plenty of videos before, including JK in person, I thought wisest to get some sleep.

On the way to bed, I was prompted to stretch my left arm, and, in the dark, at chance get a hold of a tape.

It was first talk from Madras 1978.

Thought said: “Oh, you’ve seen that one before, nothing special… you’re not going to hear anything new… and besides it is 85 minutes long and you might feel asleep anyways”.

And yet, I found myself walking to the video-player and inserting the tape.

It started automatically, and while walking towards my arm-chair, with the corner of the eye, I caught a dim picture of Krishnamurti walking towards the stage.

At that very moment, instantly, I sensed a change in my state and surroundings.

I sat, he sat; though he was quiet the first minute, I felt… - and here is where words become rather trivial -… I felt as if I found myself in a bath-tub, enveloped in a most subtle, delicate, living, blissful… something,,,

(I say ‘something’, as I prefer it –at this moment- to old-trodden terms, such as ‘energy’, ‘blessing’, etc.)

His words were somehow of secondary importance… compared to other times, my intellect was not grasping them, trying/struggling to ‘understand’… and this, perhaps because of the ego’s not being terribly ambitiously busy at that moment, to become ‘enlightened’.

Without trying, there was an awareness of the following:

every single gesture, gaze, every arm/hand movement, eye-movement, bodily forward-leaning,, were ‘giving out’ a ‘something’ towards audience, a movement… - coming towards my being as well, incessantly - and it had the perfume and ‘taste’ of its origin – the place it sprang out of – as being utter compassion, love.

As for the pauses between the words/sentences, the intensity of that ‘something’ enveloping me, was at least as intense as when he was speaking.

I was rather amazed, for as far as I remember, I have not noticed these before.

Which also perhaps shows, that the accumulated knowledge in the brain – which gives the ‘I’ a sense of ‘knowing’ and is believed in and accepted as the right and only –guide- in one’s life (emotions also being part of that believed-in-‘guide’) -… all the accumulated knowledge and ‘know-how’ we have does not enable us to actually know ‘holistically’, what the Life’s Mystery is all about… at any particular moment.

This ‘bathing’-state, lasted all 85 minutes (and into the following day too) though it did vary in intensity: when the ego/me/self started to –think- that it might lose it and therefore attempted to grasp and hold it, the clarity and intensity of the ‘bath’/shower, would peter out.

However, as soon as that ego-strategy and manipulation was Seen as it is, it would diminish and dissolve, making Space once again, for that enveloping-something’s-Presence to come into being and so, be perceived/felt.

Now there is this term ‘’transmission’’, in spiritual literature.

Krishnamurti never spoke of it, for that would stimulate in the listener a mentality of ‘getting’ from the teacher, and as for some might be well known, he kept on emphasizing the importance of being ‘’a light unto oneself’’ (as the Buddha also pointed out) and not depend on any authority whatsoever, including his.

Even so, as far as I was aware, it was not a mind-generated process or mood-making, or out of my subjectivity; if so, where did it come/originate from?

From the TV-gadget? That one can sanely assume, that it s very improbable, since if it was so, just about everyone owing a TV, would be ‘enlightened’ by now…

Was it from my ‘subconscious’?... Well, if it was from there and so I was unconscious of, I would not be able to answer that one, naturally.

Was the person JK, doing the ‘thing’?

Well, firstly he is not on the planet any longer; then what?... a blessing from the ‘beyond’?

Well, since am not an inhabitant of the ‘beyond’, I cannot answer this one either.

Even so, I doubt whether that once on-earth-entity still exists in another dimension,, since as the story goes, if one is free at the moment of death, one then merges with the Ultimate… (which I –actually- know nothing about either.)

And even if he was still hanging around some place ‘up there’, I am not so sure he would be on the watch for joseph to notice he sees a video of him, and then send him a living sms/e-mail greeting… :)

The energy of creative Intelligence, perhaps…?

Well, I could say a bit on that issue…

But, the fact is that I do not know.

Then the question arises, why should I have to –know- at all?!

Why does the ‘me’ want to have an intellectual explanation…?

Is it, so that it feels, it is somewhat in control, and perhaps it can re-create that experience, if it could only find the ‘right buttons’ to push?

If so, then obviously the self-center, does not understand that: ‘’ when the ‘Me’ is, the ‘Other’ is Not’’, as Krishnamurti might say.

But the ‘Me’, wants both, to ‘’kill the ego’’ so that it may get enlightened,, and be present at its own ‘funeral’ as well, while enjoying the crowds bring it garlands of flowers and place them – in a admiring/worshipping spirit - around his neck… :)

And yet, the ego-self is stubborn and asks:

‘’Was this happening of any lasting value, or just another ‘buzz’, a passing state leaving no traces?’’

I do not know.

Do you?

What I do know, is that the challenges of life, the ‘schooling’, goes on.

Am I ‘awake’ enough,

at any particular moment,

during our daily living…

so that I may see, and ‘learn’/unlearn?

Perhaps that’s a worthwhile inquiry…

…not only now, but at

any other moment.

Hopefully, the short story was not too long...

JB

Only this, as it is; no more, no less.

Thanks JB for that nice short story. I thought I too should mention about my story.

One morning (maybe 6 a.m.) I was reading 'The Awakening Of Intelligence' and the chapter was The Circus of Man's Struggle. It was conversation between K and Naude.

Naude starts off with the disorders in the outer world and then the man's inner world which is full of problems. To solve these problems man has created a world above these two worlds which is called God. I get deeply involed with K's explainations about these three worlds to Naude.
At the end of the chapter, my mind becomes empty and very silent.

At that moment my wife enters the room with a cup of morning coffee. When I thank her she looks back with a surprise and asks me if I was alright. When I asked her why she said all these years you never thanked me so why today and she also asked me why I am talking so softly and she left the room a bit confused.

I have no words to explain how I was feeling that day which lasted for 20 mins. and then that feeling disappeared when my phone started ringing and I was back again into the two worlds of disorder, outer and inner.

After that incident I read that chapter several times but nothing happened.

Kisan

Thanks Kay Bee.

No, one cannot go back to,,, there is no way back to it...
nor can one reproduce something original/self-created...

...who knows, perhaps innumerable factors - in the universe - have come together at that moment, for you/me to be presented with that self-less state and grace... or an infusion of the Supreme energy of Intelligence, as K. calls it.

But... I'd better stop talking about such 'bullshit' (as some of our friends have called my post "My meeeting with K.") and log out, before I get lynched by... the 'serious'/omniscient 'inquirers'...

:)
-jb

Only this, as it is; no more, no less.

Joseph B. wrote:
No, one cannot go back to,,, there is no way back to it...
nor can one reproduce something original/self-created...

...who knows, perhaps innumerable factors - in the universe - have come together at that moment, for you/me to be presented with that self-less state and grace... or an infusion of the Supreme energy of Intelligence, as K. calls it.

But... I'd better stop talking about such 'bullshit' (as some of our friends have called my post "My meeeting with K.") and log out, before I get lynched by... the 'serious'/omniscient 'inquirers'...

'k' stated when he was a kid,he saw his mother many a times after her death and even talked to her.He rejected this experience out rightly when he grew up as tricks played by thought.

Joseph B. is still carrying on his youth's inhibitions and wants everybody to be part of them.

His meeting with 'k' is not denied but it is his experience that is 'bull shit' as ravi Seth's experience seeing 'k' in golden form with light rays emanating from him.

For God's sake, Joseph, pl wake up.You are simply enamored by the personalty of 'k'.Thats all.

Ravi Seth wrote:
ravi Seth's experience seeing 'k' in golden form with light rays emanating from him.

well this is not common ravi.....was that a dream ?

Dan.....

Muad dhib wrote:
well this is not common ravi.....was that a dream ?

...........life in fact has been a dream, Dan.... remembrances becoming concrete every moment as if they were real and not images and i have been playing the fool since then .....not knowing what is what.This is the greatest of all the tragedies.This is the sorrow of mankind.

Dream or drama.
gb

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

Ravi Seth wrote:
remembrances becoming concrete every moment

You cannot lose memory.... today's quote.memory must exist to those who have a goal something like that it came to my memory.
gb

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

ganesan balachandran wrote:
memory must exist to those who have a goal something like that it came to my memory.

very true.since you have a goal, a motive to ridicule, it has come to your memory.

Ravi Seth wrote:
.life in fact has been a dream, Dan.... remembrances becoming concrete every moment as if they were real and not images and i have been playing the fool since then .....not knowing what is what.This is the greatest of all the tragedies.This is the sorrow of mankind.

Wah!:)

THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE

ganesan balachandran wrote:
Dream or drama.
gb

Is there a difference G.B.?

THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE

Kay Bee wrote:
At that moment my wife enters the room with a cup of morning coffee. When I thank her she looks back with a surprise and asks me if I was alright. When I asked her why she said all these years you never thanked me so why today

And the next morning did you let her stay in bed while you went and brought her the morning coffee? Or, is enlightenment nothing to do with such practicalities.

And why in so many of these threads are the women always coming and going with lunches and so on while men do the important work of exercising their brains?

Please never allow such things in your lives.

What are you waiting for?

Joseph B. wrote:
to be presented with that self-less state and grace... or an infusion of

. . . morning coffee?

What are you waiting for?

Bullshit Ravi!

You are projecting.

Wake up!

That's all.

Only this, as it is; no more, no less.

You are Soooo funny and
sarcastic Paul...
you should write a book on 'how to be arrogant in one easy step'
Bye

Only this, as it is; no more, no less.

Joseph B. wrote:
But... I'd better stop talking about such 'bullshit' (as some of our friends have called my post "My meeeting with K.")

Libellous self-pitying whinnying Joseph! No-one called your post bullshit, but Ravi called shaktipat bullshit . . . and you cannot forget it.

What are you waiting for?

Joseph B. wrote:
you should write a book on 'how to be arrogant in one easy step'

Since you criticise arrogance and sarcasm, Joseph, perhaps you could examine your own statements for any traces of it. There is nothing more arrogant than to tell another what s/he should do.

What are you waiting for?

Ravi Seth wrote:
remembrances becoming concrete every moment as if they were real

Ravi Seth wrote:

motive to ridicule,

ridiculous motive perhaps.
gb

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

Paul Davidson wrote:
and you cannot forget it.

people without a motive also.
gb

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

dramas
madras
ram das
sad ram
mad ars
darmas

What are you waiting for?

ganesan balachandran wrote:
is there anything like for dreams.
gb

I don't know, Ganesan, but there is this:

J B. wrote:
I felt as if I found myself in a bath-tub, enveloped in a most subtle, delicate, living, blissful… something,,,

I had that dream as a young man, Ganesan. And when one awakes one has to change the linen.

What are you waiting for?