Because I have no gift for eloquence or summary, I'm going to quote a long dialogue between a questioner and Krishnamurti on God, belief in God, and where or how to find God. It may be of interest to those who debate these questions here on UM:
Krishnamurti influenced many from various disciplines, including Bruce Lee:
Bruce Lee with the aged Krishnamurti (in a black wig!)
“When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident,
Right now I’m sitting in my study, looking out the big window as dusk settles over the treetops, thinking back to about a dozen years or so ago when I’d just got my cat. I’d never had a pet before. Lots of reasons for that, but most of all I didn’t want to own a living, breathing being. It just seemed wrong for me, though I played plenty with other people’s pets and didn’t mind at all that they owned theirs.
The problem was I needed company. I do much of my work at home, and I live
While working with my Cleopatra thread on the Ancient Mysteries subforum, I came across this piece and it struck me, but it wasn’t appropriate to include it there. It contains a large intimated truth: the more that someone has in life – the more material rewards – the harder it is for them to lose it, or let go of it. This is especially true when one gets those rewards and doesn’t experience, along the way, losses to temper the ego’s gold-plated crown.
The ancient Roman we know as Marc An
There was a man whose name was eden ahbez. He was a mysterious person, a sort-of early nomadic hippie in California. He wrote an important song that many major artists have sung and recorded. Numerous films have included a version of it in the soundtrack. Nat King Cole made it famous, but there are great versions by Frank Sinatra, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga, David Bowie, and countless others. Here are the lyrics, and then there's my favorite, most haunting versi
Once I saw a Minotaur
peeking through my bedroom door.
Then burst my most potent scream
I thought, however nothing more
I heard but hooves and breathy steam.
Now why would that be so? How could
panic mute to hooves on wood,
constricting or convulsing that
defensive instinct of childhood
to vocalize alarm? Combat
comes to children hard, it seems,
coalescing in bad dreams.
And something else, so
The master poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson, crafted this astonishing love poem with its hypnotic imagery in 1847, and it's been set to music multiple times since then by the likes of Benjamin Britten, Ned Rorem, and other luminaries. But is it just a love poem? Or is it also an esoteric pointing, as was suggested to me long ago. Note the alchemical character of the specific images, the colors, the flowers, the white bird, the astronomy references, the stages of development. It is curious. It is
to the place where there is nothing,
and take care that nothing comes in.
Penetrate to the depths of yourself,
to the place where thought no longer exists,
and take care that no thought arises there!
There where nothing exists,
There where nothing is seen,
the Vision of Being!
There where nothing appears any longer,
the sudden appearing of the Self!
Dhyana is this!
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carr
Surviving megaliths portraying Amenhotep III, from the ruin of his Valley Temple on the West bank at Thebes:
Amenhotep III was the most glittering of the Eighteenth Dynasty pharaohs; his long reign came at the material and political peak of that dynasty. The prosperity and affluence of the kingdom was reflected exponentially in his personal grandeur and lavish display of wealth and power. His funeral ceremonies would likely have eclipsed every other public or private ritu