J. Krishnamurti is a teacher I have felt somewhat close to over the years.
It’s an excerpt from his last journal that I would like to share with you today.
But first, I briefly want to share with you a powerful experience I had.
Have you ever had a dream that feels so real that you have no doubt that it actually happened, albeit on some other plane of existence?
I can recall several such “dreams”. The one I want to share with you is rather fitting because it involved J. Krishnamurti. In fact, it’s since having that experience that I’ve felt connected to him.
A couple of years ago I was reading his last journal, and I wasn’t enjoying it at all. I thought he was whining and moaning too much, and it was quite hard for me to get through. Maybe he was just telling it as it is, no sugar-coating involved, and I wasn’t used to such sharp truths.
I managed to get over half-way through the book, and then quit. And that’s something I very rarely do. Once I start a book I like to finish it, regardless of how treacherous it may be.
That very night, I dreamt I was in a classroom, and who was sitting at a desk but Krishnamurti himself!
And he was not happy…
He looked completely normal, just like as if he was sitting in front of me – not like I ever met him, or anything. He died in 1986, when I was three. But my point is, is that there was no crazy ‘dreamy stuff’.
He slammed his hand down on the desk and yelled, “You can’t just read the easy stuff! You’ve got to read what you find difficult!”
So, that morning, after a good telling off in my sleep, I began reading his journal again.
And I couldn’t believe it… the last thousand words or so felt as if they were written specifically for me. I could almost here him saying, “See, you fool! You nearly missed it! Don’t do that again!”
It related to my passion of how we live with death and dying, and how, when we embrace the natural process of dying, we can feel the most alive.
I have often thought about how amazing it would be to have a “Life Class” included in schools and colleges. There would be no right or wrong answers, just the opportunity to share ideas, beliefs and opinions.
Discussions would develop on and around life, love, death and dying; you know, things that matter. We wouldn’t shy away from topics just because they appeared sexist, racist, or crude. We would openly discuss all notions of being human.
It would be amazing for children and young adults to have a space where they can have their thoughts and ideas firstly accepted, and later pulled apart. I believe such debates and discussions would breed emotionally balanced adults, and our future as a collective whole would look more promising.
Here’s an excerpt of what I read, that made my connection with Krishnamurti feel almost tangible.
Looks like he agreed with my vision of a “Life Class”.
Taken from Krishnamurti to Himself – His Last Journal
Wednesday, March 30, 1984
As you teach children mathematics, writing, reading and all the business of acquiring knowledge, they should also be taught the great dignity of death, not as a morbid, unhappy thing that one has to face eventually, but as something of daily life – the daily life of looking at the blue sky and the grasshopper on a leaf. It is part of learning, as you grow teeth and have all the discomfort of childish illnesses. Children have extraordinary curiosity. If you see the nature of death, you don’t explain that everything dies, dust to dust and so on, but without any fear you explain it to them gently and make them feel that the living and the dying are one…
Thank you for stopping by 🙂
For more information on Krishnamurti, please check out the Krishnamurti Foundation Trust in the UK.
And the Krishnamurti Foundation of America.