| “Sorrow
is not in death but in loneliness, and conflict comes when you seek consolation, forgetfulness, explanations, and illusions.” ~ J. Krishnamurti, The Little Book on Living |
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Tim has not been my
only intimate contact within the
worlds of the Risen. I’ve been prepared all my life for these
experiences, and
in many continuing ways that are often
beyond my
present understanding. It’s clear that spiritual guides and
guardians have used my love for books, healing, nature, art, music,
research, and learning as inspired sources of motivation.
One
particular individual turned out to be both guide and guardian. While
he was still in his body on earth he had been my watchful mentor since
I had been born. He continued to act in this service after he
transitioned to a higher plane.
My
guardian revealed himself fully one day to get my attention and ground
me firmly
back into my earthly awareness during a time of great psychological
distress. I don’t know if anyone can truly
imagine my reactions to suddenly hearing, as loud and clear as an inner
bell, a stern but kindly voice announcing himself as
“Krishnamurti,” that he had been with me since I
was a
child, and to not be afraid. I felt a certain amount of disbelief but
then relief as his unwavering presence calmed and restored me to
complete stability on all levels in less than a day.
Following are
excerpts from some of the talks
I’ve had with
K.—while on solitary walks in the woods, or lying in bed
trying
to nap and unable to quiet my mind, or while sitting at my desk and
working on some trivial writing matter.
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. . . . . . . . .
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“You
have
become interested in the subject of awareness. What does it mean to be
aware of one’s own self? You might think that here is a very
difficult and complicated concept, or else something of a totally
different and simple nature. Most of us feel that we are certainly
aware beings as we are right now. If we weren’t we would be
asleep, wouldn’t we? We must maintain such a belief and are
in
fact already engaged in the difficult and complicated side, simply
because we cannot see that we have already answered our own question.”
.
. . . . . . . . . .
“Is
self-awareness the same as self-knowledge? What does it mean to say,
‘I know myself?’ Let us examine this question
closely
without sentiment or criticism. Especially without criticism, for we
are merely attempting to observe, and that is enough for now.”
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. . . . . . . . . .
“Those
of us
who are still circling in the slave’s walk of hope and are
desperate enough to long for something better, a simpler life with less
demands and more rewards, are often more aware of ourselves through the
medium of our suffering. Those who are, for whatever reasons, more
intuitive than the average human being, might drift in and out of
self-awareness through feelings and dreams. A very small child might be
astutely self-aware, but that is quickly and tragically overshadowed
and eventually extinguished by the hopes, dreams, and sufferings that
are its parents’ legacy, perhaps handed down over many
generations, even many centuries, constantly being embellished with a
peculiar type of refinement that is both alluring and addicting. If one
could be totally and completely aware, totally free of unawareness,
there would be nothing to be lost or gained, neither from the past nor
from the future.”
.
. . . . . . . . .
.
“Surrender
is
the hand that reaches out to gently touch the awaiting pendulum of the
clock, to begin its first movement that will allow it to continue on by
giving back the service of marking chronological time. Surrender is the
birth of a child into the awaiting world, to begin its first movements
that will continue on in its newly found potential to give back to the
world. Surrender is one’s hand reaching out to another in an
open
gesture of human companionship, in giving some food to eat or clothes
to wear; rendering an act that will live on and continue to allow the
receiver to give back. To surrender is to dissolve into the perpetual
motion of love. Reduced to its simplest terms, surrendering is giving,
and so it is a gift.”
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