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Whenever you meet fear honestly and directly, not as a story but as pure phenomenon, you begin to see deeper into the foundations of the fear. This usually births compassion and insight to support the next level of your liberation. Often, the fear itself simply dissolves.

If you do not pe*****te into and through your fear, you can too easily live daily life trying not to feel deficient, trying to prove you are lovable, valuable, or good enough. This trying is the single greatest block to the experience of Grace. It turns your life into an endless self improvement project entered in denial of a simple human fact: your ego actually is limited. All egos are fundamentally insecure because their nucleus is hollow, based in a sense of separation.

When you recognize that this is not something to be afraid of, you will discover that what you thought was a big problem is the gate to a game-changing realization: You are more than this. You are the one who is looking at the layers of fear. You are the loving awareness that is contacting memories, feelings, beliefs, assumptions, projections, and layers of conditioning. As Saint Francis of Assisi is reported to have said, “The one you are looking for is the one who is looking.”

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"A fearful mind imitates, accepts and obeys, which means that it will cease to function freely."

STUDENTS:

When I am alone, questions arise, but not when I am in the presence of older people. Why is this so?

KRISHNAMURTI:

That is a very good question from a little boy. Let us see what is implied in it. When he is by himself questions arise, but they do not arise when he is with older people because he is frightened. By being absorbed in their own importance, in their own worries, their own preoccupations, and their own ambitions, they have prevented the little children from asking questions. That is what the older people have done to little boys and girls. That is why questions arise only when they—the little children—are walking by themselves or sitting in a corner of the garden.

So, it is the responsibility of the older people to see that the little children are not afraid to ask questions. And you little children must ask, push, enquire, cry out; you must do everything but be frightened of the older people.

You know, one of the greatest sorrows of this country is that you have divorced religion from love. You say that you have love for Sri Krishna, for all the images and the saints. But you are not loving; you are frightened. What is missing in this sad country is love.

J Krishnamurti, A Timeless Spring

Meditation is not an achievement, nor is it the capture of a vision, nor the excitement of sensation. It is like the river, not to be tamed, swiftly running and overflowing its banks. It is the music without sound; it cannot be domesticated and made use of. It is the silence in which the observer has ceased from the very beginning. The sun wasn't up yet; you could see the morning star through the trees. There was a silence that was really extraordinary. Not the silence between two noises or between two notes, but the silence that has no reason whatsoever - the silence that must have been at the beginning of the world. It filled the whole valley and the hills. The two big owls, calling to each other, never disturbed that silence, and a distant dog barking at the late moon was part of this immensity. The dew was especially heavy, and as the sun came up over the hill it was sparkling with many colours and with the glow that comes with the sun's first rays. The delicate leaves of the jacaranda were heavy with dew, and birds came to have their morning baths, fluttering their wings so that the dew on those delicate leaves filled their feathers. The crows were particularly persistent; they would hop from one branch to another, pushing their heads through the leaves, fluttering their wings and preening themselves. There were about halfa-dozen of them on that one heavy branch, and there were many other birds, scattered all over the tree, taking their morning bath.

J Krishnamurti, The Only Revolution

Where there is learning, there is no storehouse; there are no steps I am going to climb to reach God, or utopia, or the final glorious ideal. There is only one step, no other steps. That is where the clever ones, the people who have gone into this a little bit, are in despair: they see there is only one step, but can’t go beyond it. They write books, invent new philosophies, and catch us with phrases or a word. When we see that there is only one step, and we don’t know how to meet that one step, there is unending despair because we want to climb the ladder. There is no despair if I really see that there is only one step. There is no reaching, no gaining, no searching, no achievement, no being better than somebody else. Leave all that to the theologians, priests, politicians and writers; leave all that muck to somebody else. Then you will see what beauty is.

From Public Discussion 7, Saanen, 9 August 1966

It was a beautiful morning and looking to the west, with the sky so intensely blue, all thought and emotion disappeared and the seeing was from emptiness. Before dawn, meditation was the immense opening into the unknown. Nothing can open the door save the complete destruction of the known.

Meditation is explosion in understanding. There is no understanding without self-knowing; learning about the self is not accumulating knowledge about it; gathering of knowledge prevents learning; learning is not an additive process; learning is from moment to moment, as is understanding. This total process of learning is explosion in meditation.

Early this morning, the sky was without a cloud; the sun was coming up behind the Tuscan hills, grey with olive, with dark cypress. There were no shadows on the river and the aspen leaves were still. A few birds that had not yet migrated were chattering and the river seemed motionless; as the sun came up behind the river it cast long shadows on the quiet water.****** But a gentle breeze was coming over the hills and through the valleys; it was among the leaves, setting them trembling and dancing with the morning sun on them. There were long and short shadows, fat ones and little ones on the brown sparkling waters; a solitary chimney began to smoke, grey fumes carrying across the trees. It was a lovely morning, full of enchantment and beauty, there were so many shadows and so many leaves trembling. There was perfume in the air and though it was an autumnal sun there was the breath of spring. A small car was going up the hill, making an awful noise but a thousand shadows remained motionless. It was a lovely morning.

J KRISHNAMURTI, KRISHNAMURTI NOTEBOOK

The fear of death ceases only when the unknown enters
your heart. Life is the unknown, as death is the unknown, as
truth is the unknown.

J. Krishnamurti
From the talk at Poona on October 3, 1948

"Geometry is the language of time.” – Khalid Masood

Photo: mosque in Isfahan, Iran

From Krishnamurti's Notebook⁠.