By J. Krishnamurti
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    Foreword - Foreword
Brockwood 1973
    1st Entry 14th September 1973
    2nd Entry 15th September 1973
    3rd Entry 16th September 1973
    4th Entry 17th September 1973
    5th Entry 18th September 1973
    6th Entry 19th September 1973
    7th Entry 20th September 1973
    8th Entry 21st September 1973
    9th Entry 22nd September 1973
    10th Entry 23rd September 1973
    11th Entry 24th September 1973
    12th Entry 25th September 1973
    13th Entry 27th September 1973
    14th Entry 28th September 1973
    15th Entry 29th September 1973
    16th Entry 30th September 1973
    17th Entry 2nd October 1973
    18th Entry 3rd October 1973
    19th Entry 4th October 1973
    20th Entry 6th October 1973
    21st Entry 7th October 1973
    22nd Entry 8th October 1973
    23rd Entry 9th October 1973
    24th Entry 10th October 1973
    25th Entry 12th October 1973
    26th Entry 13th October 1973
Rome 1973
    27th Entry 17th October 1973
    28th Entry 18th October 1973
    29th Entry 19th October 1973
    30th Entry 20th October 1973
    31st Entry 21st October 1973
    32nd Entry 22nd October 1973
    33rd Entry 24th October 1973
    34th Entry 25th October 1973
    35th Entry 29th October 1973
Malibu 1975
    36th Entry 1st April 1975
    37th Entry 2nd April 1975
    38th Entry 3rd April 1975
    39th Entry 4th April 1975
    40th Entry 6th April 1975
Ojai 1975
    41st Entry 8th April 1975
    42nd Entry 10th April 1975
    43rd Entry 14th April 1975
    44th Entry 17th April 1975
Malibu 1975
    45th Entry 23rd April 1975
    46th Entry 24th April 1975


IN SEPTEMBER 1973 Krishnamurti suddenly started keeping a journal. For nearly six weeks he made daily entries in a notebook. For the first month of that period he was staying at Brockwood Park, Hampshire, and for the rest of the time in Rome. He resumed the journal eighteen months later while in California.

Nearly every entry starts with a description of some natural scene which he knows intimately, yet in only three instances do these descriptions refer to the place in which he was actually staying. Thus, the first page of the first entry describes the grove in the park at Brockwood, but by the second page he is evidently in Switzerland in imagination. It is not until he is staying in California in 1975 that he again gives a description of his actual surroundings. For the rest, he is recalling places he has lived in, with a clarity that shows how vivid is his memory for natural scenery, arising from the acuteness of his observation. This journal also reveals to what an extent his teaching is inspired by his closeness to nature.

Throughout, Krishnamurti refers to himself in the third person as "he", and incidentally he tells us something about himself which he has not done before.

M. L.

Brockwood 1973

1st Entry 14th September 1973

The other day, coming back from a good walk among the fields and trees, we passed through the grove [Many rare trees, including redwoods, grow in the grove at Brockwood.] near the big white house. Coming over the stile into the grove one felt immediately a great sense of peace and stillness. Not a thing was moving. It seemed sacrilegious to walk through it, to tread the ground; it was profane to talk, even to breathe. The great redwood trees were absolutely still; the American Indians call them the silent ones and now they were really silent. Even the dog didn't chase the rabbits. You stood still hardly daring to breathe; you felt you were an intruder, for you had been chatting and laughing, and to enter this grove not knowing what lay there was a surprise and a shock, the shock of an unexpected benediction. The heart was beating less fast, speechless with the wonder of it. It was the centre of this whole place. Every time you enter it now, there's that beauty, that stillness, that strange stillness. Come when you will and it will be there, full, rich and unnameable.

Any form of conscious meditation is not the real thing; it can never be. Deliberate attempt to meditate is not meditation. It must happen; it cannot be invited. Meditation is not the play of the mind nor of desire and pleasure. All attempt to meditate is the very denial of it. Only be aware of what you are thinking and doing and nothing else. The seeing, the hearing, is the doing, without reward and punishment. The skill in doing lies in the skill of seeing, hearing. Every form of meditation leads inevitably to deception, to illusion, for desire blinds. It was a lovely evening and the soft light of spring covered the earth.

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