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U.G. Krishnamurti: A Life Loading... The Encounter  ·  Early Years  ·  Life Among Theosophists  ·  Locking of Horns  ·  Adrift In London  ·  Endings  ·  What Is That State?  ·  Calamity  ·  Aftermath  ·  Years After  ·  The Never-ending Story  ·  A Taste of Death  ·  Conversations Introduction 'I have no message for mankind.' U.G. 'Why a biography of me?' asked U.G. when I first expressed my desire to write the story of his life. 'Tell me, how would you go about writing the biography of
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  U.G. Krishnamurti: A Life Loading...  The Encounter  · Early Years  · Life Among Theosophists  · Locking of Horns  ·  Adrift In London  · Endings  ·  WhatIs That State?  · Calamity   ·  Aftermath  ·  Years After  · The Never-ending Story   ·  A Taste of Death  · Conversations   Introduction   'I have no message for mankind.' U.G.'Why a biography of me?' asked U.G. when I first expressed my desire to write the story of his life. 'Tell me,how would you go about writing the biography of a person who says he has no story to be told? If my lifestory is never told, the world would be none the worse for it. For those who delight in reading biographies,my story would be disappointing indeed. If they are looking for something in my life to change their livesfor the better, they haven't got a chance.''What are you, U.G.?' asked the eighty-four-year-old Swiss lady, Valentine de Kerven, ten years ago overlunch. She had been with U.G. for over twenty years. Most of us at the table stared blankly at her. Herquestion is the same question asked by all those who have come in contact with U.G. The friend who wasinstrumental in introducing U.G. to me was himself in a dilemma for years, trying to figure out 'who' and'what' U.G. is. His efforts were frustrated at every turn. So one day he decided to put this question to the  I Ching . He received the following answer:'He is not a guru, not a priest, not a teacher, nor a savant. He has no interest in enlightening you, and infact does not intend to do anything. He burns brightly with passion and without purpose. He is as lost without you as you are without him. His light dies if you do not reflect it. Your life is dark without his light.'I might add that U.G.'s passion is certainly not that of an evangelist.On 9 July 1967 in Saanen, Switzerland, on his forty-ninth birthday, U.G. Krishnamurti died. What broughtabout this death? What brought him back to life? 'I don't know. I can't say anything about that, because theexperiencer was finished. There was nobody to experience that death at all,' says U.G. He insists that it was  completely a physical and not a psychological death. From that point his life was not under his control, nor was there any entity controlling it. 'What I am left with is a sort of burnt-out case. The flame still burns. Whether these dying embers of life would have any impact on others or society is not my concern.'Here, perhaps for the first time in the history of mankind, is a man who talks of enlightenment as aneurobiological state of being. He says that it is utterly free of religious, psychological or mysticalimplications. This represents a whole new concept, a new and genuinely fresh approach to the experience.U.G. also scoffs at the sacred, the religious and particularly, at the whole idea of 'enlightenment'. Toreligious buffs, his shocking statements are largely unacceptable. He sounds to them like a man wise in hisown conceit. And yet, what he says has tremendous significance to those who are searching forenlightenment. U.G. does not give lectures or write books. Furthermore, he emphatically says, 'If you aresearching for someone who will enlighten you, you have come to the wrong man.'The afterglow of a thousand yesterdays spent with U.G. simmers within me. All art is perhaps born out of the overriding compulsion to share with someone, somewhere, somehow, the intense experiences of theheart. Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is and what he says. And when the source plays out, the work withers and crumbles.Man is intrinsically a teller of stories. He lives surrounded by his own story and the stories of others.Splicing together the scenes from my memory, I tell you in the pages that follow, my story of thisextraordinary man, U.G. links   U.G. Krishnamurti: A Life Loading...  The Encounter  · Early Years  · Life Among Theosophists  · Locking of Horns  ·  Adrift In London  · Endings  ·  WhatIs That State?  · Calamity   ·  Aftermath  ·  Years After  · The Never-ending Story   ·  A Taste of Death  · Conversations   Introduction   'I have no message for mankind.' U.G.'Why a biography of me?' asked U.G. when I first expressed my desire to write the story of his life. 'Tell me,how would you go about writing the biography of a person who says he has no story to be told? If my lifestory is never told, the world would be none the worse for it. For those who delight in reading biographies,my story would be disappointing indeed. If they are looking for something in my life to change their livesfor the better, they haven't got a chance.''What are you, U.G.?' asked the eighty-four-year-old Swiss lady, Valentine de Kerven, ten years ago overlunch. She had been with U.G. for over twenty years. Most of us at the table stared blankly at her. Herquestion is the same question asked by all those who have come in contact with U.G. The friend who wasinstrumental in introducing U.G. to me was himself in a dilemma for years, trying to figure out 'who' and'what' U.G. is. His efforts were frustrated at every turn. So one day he decided to put this question to the  I Ching . He received the following answer:'He is not a guru, not a priest, not a teacher, nor a savant. He has no interest in enlightening you, and infact does not intend to do anything. He burns brightly with passion and without purpose. He is as lost without you as you are without him. His light dies if you do not reflect it. Your life is dark without his light.'I might add that U.G.'s passion is certainly not that of an evangelist.On 9 July 1967 in Saanen, Switzerland, on his forty-ninth birthday, U.G. Krishnamurti died. What broughtabout this death? What brought him back to life? 'I don't know. I can't say anything about that, because theexperiencer was finished. There was nobody to experience that death at all,' says U.G. He insists that it was  completely a physical and not a psychological death. From that point his life was not under his control, nor was there any entity controlling it. 'What I am left with is a sort of burnt-out case. The flame still burns. Whether these dying embers of life would have any impact on others or society is not my concern.'Here, perhaps for the first time in the history of mankind, is a man who talks of enlightenment as aneurobiological state of being. He says that it is utterly free of religious, psychological or mysticalimplications. This represents a whole new concept, a new and genuinely fresh approach to the experience.U.G. also scoffs at the sacred, the religious and particularly, at the whole idea of 'enlightenment'. Toreligious buffs, his shocking statements are largely unacceptable. He sounds to them like a man wise in hisown conceit. And yet, what he says has tremendous significance to those who are searching forenlightenment. U.G. does not give lectures or write books. Furthermore, he emphatically says, 'If you aresearching for someone who will enlighten you, you have come to the wrong man.'The afterglow of a thousand yesterdays spent with U.G. simmers within me. All art is perhaps born out of the overriding compulsion to share with someone, somewhere, somehow, the intense experiences of theheart. Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is and what he says. And when the source plays out, the work withers and crumbles.Man is intrinsically a teller of stories. He lives surrounded by his own story and the stories of others.Splicing together the scenes from my memory, I tell you in the pages that follow, my story of thisextraordinary man, U.G. links 
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