Ug krishnamurti on j krishnamurti biography
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UG Krishnamurti: A Life
The Encounter
27th August, My flight from Bombay to London is on schedule. Leaving home and your near and dear ones even for a while is tough. I wonder how U.G. has turned his back to the entire experience. As I take off for forty days and forty nights to join U.G. in London and thereafter journey with him to California to write his biography, I am overcome by a feeling of dread. Will I be able to do justice to this self-imposed task of presenting U.G. to the world? I wonder.
The legend of Icarus from Greek mythology leaps out of a page of the 'Magazine of New Writing'. The legend: Daedalus secretly made two sets of wings—one pair for himself and one for his son Icarus. The wings were cleverly fashioned with feathers set in beeswax. The father showed his son how to use them and warned him not to fly too high as the heat of the sun would melt the wax
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Jiddu Krishnamurti
Not to be confused with U. G. Krishnamurti.
Philosopher, speaker and writer (–)
In this Telugu name, the surname is Jiddu.
Jiddu Krishnamurti (JID-oo KRISH-nə-MOOR-tee; 12 May – 17 February ) was an Indian philosopher, speaker, writer, and spiritual figure. Adopted by members of the Theosophical tradition as a child, he was raised to fill the advanced role of World Teacher, but in adulthood he rejected this mantle and distanced himself from the related religious movement. He spent the rest of his life speaking to groups and individuals around the world; many of these talks have been published. He also wrote many books, among them The First and Last Freedom () and Commentaries on Living (–60). His last public talk was in January , a month before his death at his home in Ojai, California.
Krishnamurti asserted that "truth is a pathless land" and advised against following any doctrine, discipline, teacher, guru, or authority, including himself. • UG Krishnamurti: A Life
Pages from my diary which contain all the records of those days spent in Kodai, entitled "A Lonely Winter Spent Fire-Watching", flutter in my memory. A section reads:
As we were preparing to leave for Bangalore the next day, quite unexpectedly one Mr. Bernard Selby, a postman from Manchester, England, showed up. For a postman his mind was very agile and his knowledge left me in awe. He was a 'Krishnamurti freak'. That morning all of us went for a walk along the lakeside. Our conversation centered around J. Krishnamurti. U.G. bore down hard on him. This was the most vehement attack on J. Krishnamurti by U.G. that inom had ever heard.
Later, as inom listened to the recording of a tape of that conversation, I funnen that