Half Way Up A journal (The Link), circulated among those who have been influenced by Krishnamurti, contained this (unsigned) account, abridged here: “It was clear to the intellect, that it had to surrender…a state not unlike total abandonment…every inner movement came to an end…. I no longer felt any sense of separation…at the same time, it was completely normal…everything was wonderfully harmonized, and daringly simple and transparent. A new dimension was making itself manifest…it was an ecstasy of clarity, a plunging into the essence of things, into the plain straightforwardness of truth… “This transformation came as a total surprise; I hadn’t planned it…. The uncommon—where there is no longer any conflict of the opposites—became the companion of my days…that singular sense of being surfaced, at its strongest in quiet moments—when it also demanded the most attention, and revealed its fathomless profundity…. One was living (it seems to me), to the thousandth of a second, exactly in the present moment…as if all the screws, angle-irons and nails—which would normally hold the I-thought together—had simply fallen away…total insecurity and absolute security—that is, emptiness and fullness—were one and the same…which, naturally, goes beyond logic and normal understanding…not to revert to the power-seeking, or routine-type activities of the mind—but to be single and free of the chains of the past, and one with the Immensity of the moving present.”
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