One in the south (the fourth parable)

One in the south (the fourth parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, www.ttscourses.com.au )

Another stops one as one passes through the south, and the another says, I know all about J.Krishnamurti.

One nods.

This, says another one meets in the south, is exactly what we have said. J.Krishnamurti says what we have always known from our beginnings; he says what our great leaders always say and what our Founder said.

One nods.

Therefore take this, another says, pushing packets and boxes towards one, you will see how we say it even better.

One nods. One says, I am just passing through, and one moves on.

One in the west (the third parable)

One in the west (the third parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, www.ttscourses.com.au )

One goes west.
And one is received by a delegation of another.

They welcome one and have one seated at a table.
We are pleased to present you, says the delegation of another, this book which has all the answers. Everything that is anywhere else is in here; and all things that are not anywhere else are all here. So this is complete.

And the delegation of another pauses for dramatic effect.
 

All things have been worked out. The plan; the system; what you must do; how many times things have to be done. All things. There is no need for anything else.
And again the delegation pauses.
And read it. And then listen to our talks; and then our Guides and our Leader will make all things certain. Everything is done for you. All our contact details are in there. Take it.

One gently pushes the book back to the delegation. One stands up, bows and departs.

You are a fool! the delegation shouts. Everything is done for you, and offered to you on a silver platter, and yet you refuse! You are a fool!

One in the north (the second parable)

One in the north (the second parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, www.ttscourses.com.au )

And one goes north.
One meets another.

Another looks pleased. Another is happy to see one.

Ah, another says. It is good to see you.
One nods.
It is good to see a friend in J.Krishnamurti, says another.
One nods.

Another paraphrases his knowledge:

You know how he speaks against religions. How he speaks against authority. I love it when he criticizes them. When he says how hollow they are. How violent they are. How hypocritical… How one should not and need not belong to an organization. Shows how organizations are corrupt. How bad they are…

One says:
Is that an inner revolution are you simply using your knowledge in an ongoing rebellion against your mum and dad?

One in the east (the first parable)

One in the east  (the first parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, www.ttscourses.com.au )

And one goes east.
And one meets another.

Another says, I have no guru.
One nods.
Another says, I am free.
One nods.
Another says, You know, in Lecture 2228AXK, J.Krishnamurti says…
One nods.

Another continues, He is the greatest philosopher who has lived in recent history…
One nods.
Another says, He speaks of the stream and time…
One nods.
Another says, And also J.Krishnamurti says…
One nods.

Another continues:
And in Lecture 235SRF, J.Krishnamurti says…
And he also said this…and this he did…

Tell me, says one to another. I thought you said you have no guru. But you speak like you do. 

The magician: a parable

The magician: a parable

by Raj Arumugam (Director, www.ttscourses.com.au )

So this magician comes to this one and says: Would you like to play?

Yes, says one.

We’ll play chimera, says the magician. I’ll huff and puff, and you’ll change and change.

Sounds fun, says one.

And so the magician huffs and puffs.

And the one becomes Michael.

And then the magician huffs and puffs.

And the one becomes Susan.

And then the magician huffs and puffs again.

And one becomes Chinese. And later one becomes French. One becomes Italian. One becomes Russian. One becomes this. And that.

And the games goes on as the magician huffs and puffs and the one seems to change and change with every huff and puff: now the one is Indian; and then German; and then black and then white, and then one seems to exist in different worlds and in different forms and with different names, and so the game goes on.

STOP! says one . I’m tired of this. Enough. What’s all this about? What am I? What’s my real name?

I’ll explain, said the magician.

No, says the one. I’ve had enough of you. I’ll do it myself. It’s not the explanation I want – I want to see for myself.

And the magician does his last trick – he disappears.

And the one observes without any word. The one sees for oneself.

Game over.

The Primordial Leviathan: a parable

The Primordial Leviathan: a parable
Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS )
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There is one before us.
Can you see this one?

See, one crawls and grows on all fours.
One only sees now the ground, the grass before one, and the pebbles within one’s view.
One crawls and grows. One also crawls and growls.

One stands on two now. One looks around. One’s view is expanded. One looks around farther and one looks up.

There before one is the unwieldy mass – gargantuan, spectacular; frightening, seductive, layer upon layer and thick… a mammoth pile, like the carcass of the largest dinosaur one can envision…the carcass still warm.

One sees its immense expanse; its profound depth; no one can carry or lift it, but any one can sense its immense weight. Its depths seem infinite…it seems to stretch on forever and forever… Where does one start to view it? Where does it end?

One stands before it and it seems to move. It is never static: it moves, and it changes its shapes. In one section it appears magnificent, beautiful and then from another angle it is haggard and ugly. In one section it appears to be benevolent and yet, viewing it from another corner, one sees its depravity, its ugliness.

It is forever changing.
Then one spots a sort of peephole. One places one’s eyes close to the leviathan, one eye at the peephole, and one sees all manner of peoples, all customs and protocol, and all rituals and procedures. There are all languages and all manner of magic and miracles. One places one’s ears at the softer section of the leviathan’s belly and one hears music and singing, and a grand chorus; and yet comes the cacophony of men and women in anguish and pain, and there are screams and vulgarity, and harshness and barbarity.

Everything is there that one can see and hear. That one can feel and imagine.
And one crawls before the gargantuan.
It changes form, it changes its shapes; it changes dimensions if one stands to see it; it is different if one sits to see it – and yet again, altogether something else if one crawls to view it.

And then one sees others sitting in their sofas, sitting comfortably like a family in their living room, complacent, happy and feeling satisfied after dinner, watching their favourite TV show. In their sacred time.

And they are all happy. But the one we see is not.
One does not understand. But they seem to have got it.
They seem to understand it all. There is no contradiction. Their smiles say it. There is no violence. Their contented looks say it. There are no questions. Their relaxed countenances express it all. They understand; they know it all. They are satisfied.

But one does not know. One is confused.
Again one explores the gargantuan mass. One turns round and round its bends and then comes to a corner.
There is a sort of side to this weighty and mystical body.
There is a label.
It says…no, it is an ancient label and its words are faded…but one tries hard to read it and it says: MADE IN…But one cannot read the last word. It is completely blackened out with the soot of time.
One cannot read that last word.

MADE IN…

But it could have been made anywhere. It could have been made in China. In the ancient savannahs and caves. It could have been made in Mesopotamia. In Ur. It could have been created in England. It could have been engineered in Germany. It could have been made in Japan. In India…one can’t tell…It could have been made anywhere.

And as one ponders this, as one thinks about that last word, one thinks to oneself: Perhaps this was deliberate. It could have been made anywhere.One then understands this gargantuan.
One moves back.
Then one pulls at the label.
Just pulls at it.
It comes off like a band-aid on an infected finger.
The mass loses shape. Like a balloon losing all its air. The leviathan loses its weight. It loses all its immensity. Its depth and its history. It loses all its space and time, and its past and its images, and all its immensity and pomposity. Like a deflated balloon below a tree in a park. Punctured and useless.
One understands. One has seen it now.
One does not crawl anymore. One does not groan anymore. One sees.

Raj Arumugam ( Director, TTS)
www.ttscourses.com.au

A mind so full

Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )

1-9 June 2007

It’s a mind so full all these days, so preoccupied with the demands of the world at work, one can only catch glimpses of the order J.Krishnamurti speaks of.
One can ensure there is organization and order at work and in the schedules and agendas and tasks, but work and things as they turn out with the all the challenges and surprises and twists can be so consuming one can almost have no energy left for order, the order of the observing mind, Krishnamurti’s order.

There are glimpses:

*
There is a moment of rest as one waits. One sits in a couch. Arms gently on the armrests. There is a slowing down. A deliberate slowing down. Slow down, one whispers. Slow…A quiet.
There is a clamour in the mind. The clamour of ideas. The chaos of scheduled tasks. The shout of urgency. And impatience. Just observe. After all, things are on schedule. Everything within control and planned for. Slow. Quiet…There is a clarity. Just the breath. Slow. In and out. Thoughts exit. Quiet. There is a clarity…Just being there…just observing…

*
It’s evening. One returns after a regular brisk walk. The sun sets. Thick dark clouds hang directly before one and in the distance there are still crimson rays of the sun. Without much movement, without jerkiness, one observes. The clouds…the darkness. The light behind those clouds…the shape of the clouds…just observing…no comment on its beauty or grandeur…just observing… hunger stirs…one goes, nothing registered…

This ancient dictum: To Know Thyself

Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )

15 May-28 May 2007

Know Yourself is not a hollow phrase. Know Thyself. The exhortation comes to us from ancient times, through many cultures, and again through modern research and contemporary disciplines, and resonates even in popular culture. Know Yourself. Know Thyself. It even explodes from within in moments of tension, and dissatisfaction –and one gasps for breath and one says: Who am I?
And one confronts the phrase: Know Thyself.

To know oneself is to know the thoughts of oneself, to see deeply and to observe what actually goes on within oneself. It is not merely to read what others tell us about what we are; it is not merely to stand before an Oracle and to be told what we are; it is not to lie on a couch and to be analysed and told what we are – but to go within oneself and to see for oneself what one is. Not through an interpreter, or an authority, not through rationalization and judgement – but by direct observation. By oneself.

It is not to memorize and repeat, and believe what tradition and revelation pronounces one to be – but to actually see for oneself what one is. For what others say about oneself are mere words – but to see for oneself, deep within oneself, unabashedly, daringly, honestly – that is to Know Oneself.

One observes oneself – observing all the thoughts and emotions and the frustrations and the violence and the distortions that go on within. Observing one’s actions and twitches and body and bodily functions, and every caprice and flight of fancy and imagination, and agony and joy and pleasure and rationalization, and every process that goes on.
It is difficult. It takes time. It is not done in an hour. It is not easy.
But cannot one give one’s life to understand one’s life?

So there are thoughts and various emotions and feelings that go on in the mind. One observes. Without judgement. Without labelling. Without guilt. One observes each thought, or each emotion as it arises. One stays with it. Without judgement. Without condemnation or approval. Just observing. Just observing what goes on. With complete attention. As it arises, as it lives, as it subsides. Without attachment. Without recording the event. Just observing.

 

Consider observing a tree. One just observes the tree. Its height, its spread and its colours. Its moods, the texture of its leaves and its bark. Just observing. Without superimposing on it one’s own feelings and aesthetics. Just observe. With complete attention. Without any record of the event.
So one observes oneself. Each observation new, never done before.

And so one observes oneself.
One observes within to know oneself. There is no knowledge without this observation. For one knows nothing when one does not know oneself.

Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )

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Working hard

Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )

9-14 May

It has been a busy week of meetings and deadlines – and while one can do one’s work effectively and well enough, the mind does get crowded with thoughts and it has been difficult to sit, to be still inwardly and outwardly – and just observe.

Wednesday, 10 May

There have been two attempts to just observe, as one sits or walks. There is a clamor of thoughts, and even though one can have all things organized, the sheer speed at which things can happen and the urgency at which the workaday details can ricochet within one seems to prevent stillness. One observes, thoughts subside, one focuses on just observing, without judgment or history – but almost as swiftly as lightning, the intensity of happenings strikes at the quiet and stillness.

Thursday –Sunday, 11-13 May

There are more days and occasions when the stillness cannot be maintained.

Some of the intensity subsides though, as one persists and observes. Various thoughts and the urgency and intensity stand before one’s mind and one understands their nature. If not completely, some parts of it at least.

This day of meditation

Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )

1 May 2007

There is a crack in this corner of the car park and there is grass growing in it. As one sits waiting in the car with one foot out and tying one’s shoelace, right below, just there one sees the crack where the pillar meets the hard ground and the grass grows there.
It is not much, just two blades looking out of the darkness of the underworld and reaching out to sunlight. It is mostly unnoticed and ignored, for people are always in a hurry, getting into their cars or coming out or driving away, and so it has survived. Sometimes the sunlight falls on it and it lights up and seems to exude a brilliant greenness from within itself.
One observes and does not speak about it, and one goes without commenting on it, for bringing attention to it may be to bring death to it.

Sleep is as important as keeping awake, perhaps more so. If during the day time the mind is watchful, self-recollected, observing the inward and outward movements of life, then at night meditation comes as a benediction. The mind wakes up, and out of the depth of silence there is the enchantment of meditation, which no imagination or flight of fancy can ever bring about.  - J.Krishnmaurti

One sits at the coffee-shop before a meeting and in the quiet of the morning one observes one’s mind.
It is busy and crowded in the mind. It is anxious and there are many ideas and strategies and possibilities.
Thoughts seem to shoot outwards and they explode, and there is a moment of quiet and then again there are explosions. Thoughts come and go; thoughts arise and they cease.
One observes. It has all been done and finalized. One observes. Without prejudice. Without judgement. Not with strenuous effort, not with effort – but without allowing these thoughts to impact on the mind. No impressions. Just observing… or so one thinks…until the moment in the present is disturbed by the waiter and the guest…

It happens without the mind ever inviting it: it comes into being out of the tranquillity of consciousness – not within it but outside of it, not in the periphery of thought but beyond the reaches of thought. So there is no memory of it, for remembrance is always of the past, and meditation is not the resurrection of the past. It happens out of the fullness of the heart and not out of intellectual brightness and capacity. It may happen night after night, but each time, if you are so blessed, it is new – not new in being different from old, but new without the background of the old, new in its diversity and changeless change. So sleep becomes a thing of extraordinary importance, not the sleep of exhaustion, not the sleep brought about through drugs and physical satisfaction, but a sleep that is as light and quick as the body is sensitive. And the body is made sensitive through alertness.- J.Krishnamurti

There are moments of clarity as one walks, as one sits, and as one pauses to think. The back is placed against the cushion and the elbow rests on the edge of the table. Then the attention disappears as one focuses with intent on the task at hand…this task must produce results in the future, and it relates to the past and it depends on the quality of the work of this moment…It is attention too but it is being attentive to time…

This person who comes forward to one, this person has a warm smile. The person has many things to say. The thoughts are expressed casually, in a clear voice. She laughs. She smiles. She waits for a response. She has many things to say. And one listens and speaks in the moment, with full attention. One leaves without carrying an impression.

There is the cup of coffee before one. There is the noise all around. The hustle and bustle of the evening crowd. There is the coldness of the spoon and the crisp tear of the paper. The sugar falls smoothly into the coffee, leaving an opening on the froth. The cup sits between the palms and its smooth sides begin to warm from within.
See what is. Not a deliberate act, but observing.

Sometimes meditation is as light as a breeze that passes by; at other times its depth is beyond all measure. But if the mind holds one or the other as a remembrance to be indulged in, then the ecstasy of meditation comes to an end. It is important never to possess or desire possession of it. The quality of possessiveness must never enter into meditation, for meditation has no root, nor any substance which the mind can hold.-J.Krishnamurti

One lies down slowly. The day is gone. The deeds are done and can one die to the day?
One thinks that again. One re-phrases that. Or one thinks again. Just observe. Just open up to what is.
Just observe.
One closes one’s eyes and sees what is within. What the mind says to itself. To imagined selves and to absent persons. One observes. There are thoughts. Of this day. Of the past. Of the future. Some thoughts all linked to time, all three strands all inextricably bound.
One observes. Just observe. Some lose their power. Some weaken. Some die…Some sleep…as one does…

Raj Arumugam (Director, TTS www.ttsworld.com.au )