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              our current self-model. We will have no choice but to act out the
              content of the model. I think that one of the things K was trying
              to make people see is that the whole process of creating a teacher-
              disciple relationship just creates more identification, an even deeper
              form of entanglement and immersion. The same is true of conjur-
              ing up the romantic idea of a ‘path’ with an oh-so-serious spiritual
              seeker travelling on it, including complicated action policies and a
              hallucinated final goal-state. The idea of a ‘path’ creates a new self-
              model, a spiritual ego continuously predicting itself into existence.
                When I first arrived in Saanen, in the Bernese Oberland of Swit-
              zerland, I was a politically radical, critical, and sceptical young
              man. I immediately thought K’s hairdo was ridiculous—an obvi-
              ous sign of vanity and bodily attachment. But, having listened to
              other Indian masters who narcissistically presented themselves
              to their devotees in a sea of flowers, often sitting on some huge
              sofa all covered in white silk, I was impressed that someone of his
              age could actually sit on a simple wooden folding chair, wearing
              a plain, clean blue shirt and trousers. He first won me over when,
              answering a question about how to live a good life in an insane
              society, he dryly said, “If you buy a stamp, you support war”. Here
              was someone who was in touch with reality, who saw things clearly.
              What really convinced me was when one time he looked at the
              crowd in the tent and said something to the effect of, “Am I speak-
              ing out of an infinite silence or am I just a confused old man? You
              will never know. You are all alone in this world.”
                K certainly hurt me. After first encountering him, many of my
              old psychosomatic symptoms (which had dissolved after three
              or four years of regular meditation practice) came back, and it
              took me years to re-stabilize. This old man certainly pulled the
              rug out from under my slightly complacent  sadhana-feet—and
              not just mine. He shocked a lot of us and plunged some people
              into crisis. A while ago I had some interesting conversations with
              Pathik Wadhwa in Germany and in Ojai, exploring the question of

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