All these years we have been away from active presence on this WordPress blog, and couldn’t interact or contribute much on these pages here; but very heartening to note that friends continue to visit this blog more frequently (over 165000 hits) more than and beyond my expectation – and that gesture of friends could throw much needed fire that may for sure inspire us to an active come back here and continue our exploratory churning journey together.
All these years our active presence and participation has been by and large on the Facebook, with over 2000 plus friends.
Hope we may have more active presence of contribution and interaction of a kind in this year 2018 on the WordPress.
With best wishes and regards,
UG friends and admirers gathered at ‘Hridaya Vihar’ – UG House – Bangalore on 22 Mar 2011 thanks to the splendid hospitality extended by Mrs. Suguna Chandrasekhar and Mr. K. Chandrasekhar Babu, to mark or make ‘the 4th UG Aradhana’ event; not for UG, but for the sake of UG friends themselves, so to say.
Meetings and manthans (churnings) are always the best parts of our life. It’s not just an occasion to pay our respects or remembrances to UG, which he never wanted to happen. At least as far as UG is considered, we may take it as an occasion to hit our backs as to see whether we are living our ‘life’ in its freshness and fullness. And that’s all that we may do to UG.
An interesting part of this gathering was the varied and candid exchanges of views on the newly published book, “My mission, if there is any, should be, from now on, to debunk every statement I have made. If you take seriously and try to use or apply what I have said, you will be in danger.”
[More]The Biology of Enlightenment: Unpublished Conversations Of U. G. Krishnamurti After He Came Into The Natural State (1967-71), edited by Mukunda Rao. [More about this Book] Even though a more common view is expressed there that now UG is more approachable and reachable, as in this book UG moves on a sanguine and sane way unlike his hardcore utterances of the later period – through 1980s, 1990s and till his death-bed statement in March 2007; but for those who have really read in between the lines of this rare new book, there is absolutely no different UG – it’s the same hardcore staring UG. Only the lingo may be a little traditional and not aggressively radical, otherwise it is the same UG.
This book may be considered as the ‘essence’ phase of UG; and the later period till the physical death of UG may be considered as the ‘enforcement of the essence’ phase, where the only focus of UG was to push an individual to the dead end of the hard wall so that there is no escape and he can directly stare into the very life force on his own. It is in this second phase that UG used his own inimical lingo of slang and extreme abuse. He used the worst possible kind of filthy language, only to make us healthy so that we may ‘see’ life directly here now and ‘free’ ourselves from the dead burden of the so called hell lot of the past holy heritage and knowledge shits.
It is absurd and may not be of any use to say that UG was either against or for the traditions or holy scriptures or gurus or religions. UG’s only focus is to see that there is no space or screen between you and your life. It’s so straight and simple. But the words may again spit and split – no end there.
Another point of discussion was as to whether UG proposes or gives any ‘technique’ for arriving at the natural state. Absolutely no ‘techniques’ we find in the utterances of UG there to hang on to it. Techniques and tools may never dare to touch ‘life’. We are left entirely naked and alone here now in the life. The so called gurus, hopes and techniques may only add to more and more hurdles and blocks to life there.
For all those of us who have had the continuous hardcore doses of the UG of the later period, this book may give a sudden little soothing touch; but the hardcore UG always remains in the forefront.
(On the other day, one best and aggressive contributor of this blog, Mr. Madhusudhan D. Rao (Madhu) has had a detailed exchange with me of his ‘way of seeing’ as to whether the hardcore UG is in anyway diluted due to this new book (The Biology of Enlightement). He firmly says NO. It is hoped that Madhu may be posting his way of perceiving this new book and UG out of his own trauma and journey of life, here in the pages of this site, shortly.)
The beauty or the freedom with the masters is that two masters may never agree with each other and instead they indulge and enjoy the ‘game’ of abusing each other profusely. It is to be construed more as a ‘joyous play’, less as a ‘serious play’. It also happened among Osho, J. Krishnamurti, and U.G. Krishnamurti – a classic case here.
In the following excerpts, Osho speaks on the peak of J. Krishnamurti (11 May 1895 – 17 February 1986):
J. Krishnamurti died last Monday (17 February 1986), In Ojai, California. In the past you have spoken of him as another enlightened being. Would you please comment on his death?
The death of an enlightened being like J. Krishnamurti is nothing to be sad about, it is something to be celebrated with songs and dances. It is a moment of rejoicing. His death is not a death. He knows his immortality. His death is only the death of the body. But J. Krishnamurti will go on living in the universal consciousness, Forever and forever.
Just three days before J. Krishnamurti died, one of my friends was with him; and he reported to me that his words to him were very strange. Krishnamurti was very sad and he simply said one thing: “I have wasted my life. People were listening to me as if I am an entertainment.” The mystic is a revolution; he is not entertainment.
If you hear him, if you allow him, if you open your doors to him, he is pure fire. He will burn all that is rubbish in you, all that is old in you, and he will purify you into a new human being. It is risky to allow fire into your being—rather than opening the doors, you immediately close all the doors.
But entertainment is another thing. It does not change you. It does not make you more conscious; on the contrary, it helps you to remain unconscious for two, three hours, so that you can forget all your worries, concerns, anxieties—so that you can get lost in the entertainment. You can note it: as man has passed through the centuries, he has managed to create more and more entertainments, because he needs more and more to be unconscious. He is afraid of being conscious, because being conscious means to go through a metamorphosis.
I was more shocked by the news than by the death. A man like J. Krishnamurti dies, and the papers don’t have space to devote to that man who for ninety years continuously has been helping humanity to be more intelligent, to be more mature. Nobody has worked so hard and so long. Just a small news article, unnoticeable—and if a politician sneezes it makes headlines.
What is your connection with Krishnamurti?
It is a real mystery. I have loved him since I have known him, and he has been very loving towards me. But we have never met; hence the relationship, the connection is Something beyond words. We have not seen each other ever, but yet…perhaps we have been the two persons closest to each other in the whole world. We had a tremendous communion that needs no language, that need not be of physical presence…. You are asking me about my connection with him. It was the deepest possible connection—which needs no physical contact, which needs no linguistic communication. Not only that, once in a while I used to criticize him, he used to criticize me, and we enjoyed each other’s criticism—knowing perfectly well that the other does not mean it. Now that he is dead, I will miss him because I will not be able to criticize him; it won’t be right. It was such a joy to criticize him. He was the most intelligent man of this century, but he was not understood by people.
He has died, and it seems the world goes on its way without even looking back for a single moment that the most intelligent man is no longer there. It will be difficult to find that sharpness and that intelligence again in centuries. But people are such sleep walkers, they have not taken much note. In newspapers, just in small corners where nobody reads, his death is declared. And it seems that a ninety-year-old man who has been continuously speaking for almost seventy years, moving around the world, trying to help people to get unconditioned, trying to help people to become free—nobody seems even to pay a tribute to the man who has worked the hardest in the whole of history for man's freedom, for man's dignity.
I don’t feel sorry for his death. His death is beautiful; he has attained all that life is capable to give. But I certainly feel sorry for the whole world. It goes on missing its greatest flights of consciousnesses, its highest peaks, its brightest stars. It is too much concerned with trivia.
I feel such a deep affinity with Krishnamurti that even to talk of connection is not right; connection is possible only between two things which are separate. I feel almost a oneness with him. In spite of all his criticisms, in spite of all my criticisms—which were just joking with the old man, provoking the old man…and he was very easily provoked…. Krishnamurti’s teaching is beautiful, but too serious. And my experience and feeling is that his seventy years went to waste because he was serious. So only people who were long-faced and miserable and serious types collected around him; he was a collector of corpses, and as he became older, those corpses also became older.
I know people who have been listening to him for almost their whole lives; they are as old as he himself was. They are still alive. I know one woman who is ninety-five, and I know many other people. One thing I have seen in all of them, which is common, is that they are too serious.
Life needs a little playfulness, a little humor, a little laughter.
Only on that point am I in absolute disagreement with him; otherwise, he was a genius. He has penetrated as deeply as possible into every dimension of man’s spirituality, but it is all like a desert, tiring. I would like you back in the garden of Eden, innocent, not serious, but like small children playing. This whole existence is playful. This whole existence is full of humor; you just need the sense of humor and you will be surprised…. Existence is hilarious. Everything is in a dancing mood, you just have to be in the same mood to understand it.
I am not sorry that J. Krishnamurti is dead; there was nothing more for him to attain. I am sorry that his teaching did not reach the human heart because it was too dry, juiceless, with no humor, no laughter.
But you will be surprised to know—whatever he was saying was against religions, was against politics, was against the status quo, was against the whole past, yet nobody was condemning him for the simple reason that he was ineffective. There was no reason to take note of him….
Krishnamurti failed because he could not touch the human heart; he could only reach the human head. The heart needs some different approaches. This is where I have differed with him all my life: unless the human heart is reached, you can go on repeating parrot-like, beautiful words—they don’t mean anything. Whatever Krishnamurti was saying is true, but he could not manage to relate it to your heart. In other words, what I am saying is that J. Krishnamurti was a great philosopher but he could not become a master. He could not help people, prepare people for a new life, a new orientation.
But still I love him, because amongst the philosophers he comes the closest to the mystic way of life. He himself avoided the mystic way, bypassed it, and that is the reason for his failure. But he is the only one amongst the modern contemporary thinkers who comes very close, almost on the boundary line of mysticism, and stops there. Perhaps he’s afraid that if he talks about mysticism people will start falling into old patterns, old traditions, old philosophies of mysticism. That fear prevents him from entering. But that fear also prevents other people from entering into the mysteries of life….
I have met thousands of Krishnamurti people—because anybody who has been interested in Krishnamurti sooner or later is bound to find his way towards me, because where Krishnamurti leaves them, I can take their hand and lead them into the innermost shrine of truth. You can say my connection with Krishnamurti is that Krishnamurti has prepared the ground for me. He has prepared people intellectually for me; now it is my work to take those people deeper than itellect, to the heart; and deeper than the heart, to the being.
Our work is one. Krishnamurti is dead, but his work will not be dead until I am dead. His work will continue.
Tao has no methods, it is anti-method, because Tao means that which is natural. The method always creates the artificial, the method is always against nature. Nature needs no method, nature means that which already is. You need not discover it, you need not create it. You need not practise it; in fact, if you practise it you will miss it, because all practising will be of the mind and will create more conditionings.
A Taoist life can be lived but cannot be practised. It is a sheer understanding. These trees are Taoists, the animals are Taoists, and they have never heard about Tao, they have not been reading Lao Tzu. They are not following any path, they are not trying to enter into any way: they are simply in it! We are also in it. Relax, rather than practising. Allow nature to take possession of you; don’t try to grab nature, don’t be active, be passive.
And that’s where everything has gone wrong: those methods. If you practise them too long you will go very very far away from Tao. Live it but don’t practise it. Enjoy the small things of life — food, sleep, walking, working, loving — and just forget all about goals.
There is nowhere to go and no one to go. From the very beginning we are there. And there is no way to enter into Tao because we are in it. Trying to enter Tao is like a dog trying to catch its own tail: he will go crazy! And Taoists go crazy because Tao is one thing and to be a Taoist is another. Tao is not Taoism. It has no ism, no philosophy, that’s the beauty of it. It is not a religion either: it is just pure life!
But it is very difficult for the mind to be natural. That’s why I have given you the name: if you practise, you will be conditioning yourself. Go beyond all conditioning — good and bad, moral, immoral. Just relax and be a child and suddenly you will find: Tao is here, Tao is now.