this dog barking: the strange story of u.g. krishnamurti pdf

Q: Surely, the unconditioned is merely an idea in the conditioned mind. You have to turn away from the world and go within, until the inner and the outer merge and you can go beyond the conditioned, whether inner or outer. It cannot be helped you cannot skip your sadhana. M: Nothing stops you but preoccupation with the outer which prevents you from focussing the inner. Hearing and repeating them is not enough, they must be experienced. M: Quite right - you have put it beautifully. The unconditioned ( nirguna) is another aspect and beyond lies the abyss of the absolute ( paramartha). Q: And the mind is consciousness in motion and consciousness is the conditioned ( saguna) aspect of the Self. The body and its affairs exist in the mind. M: The potential becomes actual by thinking. Q: You say that the little girl is already the mother of her future child. Contact it and you will find the full meaning of words and of silence - both. You get tired of my words because you do not see the living truth behind them. When l repeat: ‘I am, I am’, I merely assert and re-assert an ever-present fact. Just like the one sun is reflected in a billion dew drops, so is the timeless endlessly repeated. A kind of clockwork which strikes the same hours again and again.

Q: Surely, the mother did not carry the child when she was a child herself. M: Where was the child before it was born? Was it not with the mother? Because it was already with the mother it could be born. M: As long as you give importance to words, you are children. Q: So we are children to be fed on words? People need hearing words, until facts speak to them louder than words. She feeds it day after day, year after year until it needs her no longer. Mother’s work is not over with the birth of the child. There is nothing wrong in repeating the same truth again and again until it becomes reality. Words may aggravate illusion words may also help dispel it. Maharaj: After all, it is the mind that creates illusion and it is the mind that gets free of it. Words merely add to the confusion and the only wise course is the silent search within. Whatever the question, you invariably turn it upon itself and bring me to the basic fact that I am living in an illusion of my own making and that reality is inexpressible in words. Questioner: As I listen to you, I find that it is useless to ask you questions.

This dog barking: the strange story of u.g. krishnamurti pdf