words from my treasured teacher 1

I wanted to write, “words from my perfect master” – recalling the film by that title.  But Krishnamurti would have balked at the “master” moniker, and thrown out the notion of perfection as well.  Still, there’s no arguing that K was a hugely significant mindshifter for me, and that the years spent working at the schools he founded around the world were the highlight of my career as an educator in art and design.  They are also remembered as incomparably rich, in terms of inquiry into the mechanism of thought and the construct of the “self”, in the company of some of the most brilliant minds on the planet.

We have, if we are lucky, more than one great teacher as we dance along the days of our lives.  Krishnamurti was what Buddhists would call my “root” teacher; he meticulously prepared the ground for the understanding that would come later – the eye-popping brain-bending Knowing that would revisit his words, and smile.  Yes.  Just so.

J Krishnamurti at his desk

August 4, 1961

Woke up very early in the morning; it was still dark but dawn would soon come; towards the east there was in the distance a pale light.  The sky was very clear and the shape of the mountains and hills were just visible.  It was very quiet.

Out of this vast silence suddenly, as one sat up in bed, when thought was quiet and far away, when there wasn’t even a whisper of feeling, there came that which was now the solid inexhaustible being.  It was solid, without weight, without measure; it was there and besides it, there existed nothing.  It was there without another.  The words solid, immovable, imperishable do not in any way convey that quality of timeless stability.  None of these or any other word could communicate that which was there.  It was totally itself and nothing else; it was the totality of all things, the essence.

The purity remained, leaving one without thought, without action.  It’s not possible to be one with it; it is not possible to be one with a swiftly flowing river.  You can never be one with that which has no form, no measure, no quality.  It is; that is all.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Krishnamurti’s Notebook


staying sane in safe mode

I’ve been having a few problems with my laptop of late.  It’s amazing how everything life throws into the day can be grist for the blog-mill.  I liked the notion of a Safe Mode (mind is always looking for safety, no?) and sat down to see what would get written . . .

When awareness rests as the disengaged observer mode of consciousness – what some refer to as being ‘present to awareness’ and some call the ‘I AM’, but what I prefer to call the ‘IT IS’ – there is serene impartiality to all the activity going on in the mind-field.

Resting in – or rather, as – ‘IT IS’, one is in Safe Mode.  There’s no possibility of identification with thought’s images, memories and feelings.  They still appear, as is their nature, and are responded to, but they cannot happen to a personal ‘you’ because the thought-bundle (software) that creates ‘you’ isn’t operating.

Starting your computer in Safe Mode is often advised when there are problems with the operating system.  Likewise, resting in Safe Mode as ‘IT IS’ is a good way to avoid problems with mind’s operating system and be free of its endless tragedies and comedies.  And if that sound s a bit boring, know that mind will resist.  Safe Mode renders it redundant; naturally it will protest.  (Until it swoons in wonderment, at which point it will want to know why no one told it to back off before. LOL.)

Resting in the sanctuary of Safe Mode is the ultimate relaxation, the greatest luxury.  Whether you’re engaged in the busyness of the world or in quiet contemplation, life takes care of ITself with remarkable order and graciousness.  You notice this – it’s not a fantasy.

You discover that in Safe Mode the self-shining light of awareness that you ARE is beaming brilliantly.  And you smile, for you recognize that this has always been the case – way before mind conceived the idea of a Safe Mode. . .

~ miriam louisa