
The Life and Death of Krishnamurti

At Ojai, in April, four hour-long discussions took place on ‘The Nature of the Mind’ between K, David Bohm, Dr John Hidley, a psychiatrist in private practice in Ojai, and Rupert Sheldrake, who was at that time a consultant to the International Crops Institute in Hyderabad. These discussions, video taped in colour, had been sponsored by the Robert
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‘Is it possible,’ K asked, ‘for time to end – the whole idea of time as the past so that there is no tomorrow at all?’ If the brain remains in self-centred darkness it wears itself out with the resulting conflict.
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
To be absolutely nothing means a total contradiction of everything you have learnt … You know what it means to be nothing? No ambition – which does not mean that you vegetate – no aggression, no resistance, no barriers built by hurt? … The security that thought has created is no security. That is an absolute truth. K
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
while living, also live with death. Then death is not something far away, death is not something which is at the end of one’s life, brought about by some accident, disease or old age, but rather an ending to all the things of memory – that is death, a death not separate from living.
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
The Ending of Time, one of K’s most important books since it awakened the interest of a new public.
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
This must in no way be confused with, or even thought of, as god or the highest principle, the Brahman, which are the projections of the human mind out of fear and longing, the unyielding desire for total security.
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
The very suffering transformed into passion is enormous. From that arises a mind that can never be hurt. Full stop. That is the secret.
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
‘Change and see what happens.’
Mary Lutyens • The Life and Death of Krishnamurti
Each time they came to the wood, he would call out, ‘May we come in?’