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MIND IS A MYTH

Mind Is A Myth

Disquieting Conversations with the Man Called U.G.

By U. G. Krishnamurti

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Table of Contents

• Introduction: A Note at the Beginning .. (37k)

• Chapter 1: The Certainty That Blasts Everything .. (60k)

• Chapter 2: Hope Is for Tomorrow, Not Today .. (20k)

• Chapter 3: Not Knowing Is Your Natural State .. (44k)

• Chapter 4: There is Nothing to Understand .. (59k)

• Chapter 5: We Have Created This Jungle Society .. (61k)

• Chapter 6: The Body as a Crucible .. (32k)

• Glossary (4k)

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A NOTE AT THE BEGINNING

Here at the eleventh hour is a refreshing, radical and unconventional appraisal of the entire

human enterprise. In his previous work, The Mystique of Enlightenment, U.G. Krishnamurti

took close aim right between the eyes of the status quo, and fired away. In this new book he

makes even shorter work of traditional values and thinking, lobbing grenades, as it were, into the

very citadels of our most cherished beliefs and aspirations. For the seekers of God, Happiness or

Enlightenment this book has very little to recommend it. But for those who grow weary of the

search and have developed a well-tempered skepticism, this little volume may prove invaluable.

This is the story of a man who had it all--looks, wealth, culture, fame, travel, career--and gave it

all up to find for himself the answer to his burning question, "Is there actually anything like

freedom, enlightenment or liberation behind all the abstractions the religions have thrown at us?"

He never got an answer.

There are no answers to questions like that. U.G. casts philosophy into an entirely new mold. For

him philosophy is neither the love of wisdom nor the avoidance of error, but the disappearance

of all philosophical questions. Says U.G.:

When the questions you have resolve themselves into just one question, your

question, then that question must detonate, explode and disappear entirely,

leaving behind a smoothly functioning biological organism, free of the distortion

and interference of the separative thinking structure.

U.G.'s message is a shocking one: we are all on the wrong train, on the wrong track, going in the

wrong direction. When the time comes to face up to the catastrophe of man's present crisis, you

will find U.G. at the head of the line, ready and able to demolish the carefully built assumptions

so dear and consoling to us all. A U.G. sampler: making love is war; cause-and-effect is the

shibboleth of confused minds; yoga and health foods destroy the body; the body and not the soul

is immortal; there is no communism in Russia, no freedom in America, and no spirituality in

India; service to mankind is utter selfishness; Jesus was another misguided Jew; and the Buddha

was a crackpot; mutual terror, not love, will save mankind; attending church and going to the bar

for a drink are identical; there is nothing inside you but fear; communication is impossible

between human beings; God, Love, Happiness, the unconscious, death, reincarnation and the

soul are non-existent figments of our rich imagination; Freud is the fraud of the 20th century,

while J. Krishnamurti is its greatest phoney.

The man's fearless willingness to brush aside all the accumulated knowledge and wisdom of the

past is nothing short of stupendous. In this regard he is a colossus, a walking and talking "Siva",

ready to destroy all so that life can move on with new vigor and freedom. His ruthless,

unremitting attack on our most cherished ideas and institutions amounts to no less than an

insurrection in consciousness; a corrupt superstructure, tainted at the core, is unceremoniously

blown apart and nothing is put in its place. Taking great delight in the act of sheer annihilation,

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U.G. offers his listeners nothing , but rather, takes away all they have so laboriously and

unwittingly accumulated. If the old must be destroyed before the new can be, then U.G. is,

indeed, the harbinger of a new beginning for man.

Society, which, as Aldous Huxley pointed out, is organized lovelessness, can make no place for a

free man like U.G. Krishnamurti. He does not fit into any known social structure, spiritual or

secular. Society, which uses its members as a means to ensure its own continuity, cannot help but

be threatened by a man like U.G., a devout disestablishmentarian who has nothing to protect, no

following to satisfy, no interest in respectability, and who habitually speaks the most

disillusioning truths no matter what the consequences.

U.G. is a 'finished' man. In him there is no search, and therefore no destiny. His life now consists

of a series of disjointed events. There is no center to his life, no one 'conducting' his life, no inner

shadow, no 'ghost in the machine'. What is there is a calm, smoothly functioning, highly

intelligent and responsive biological machine, nothing more. One looks in vain for evidence of a

self, psyche or ego; there is only the simple functioning of a sensitive organism. It is little

wonder that such a 'finished' man would discard the banal, tarnished commonalities of science,

religion, politics, and philosophy and instead bear directly into the heart of matters, presenting

his case simply, fearlessly, forcefully, and without corroboration, to any who wish to listen.

The subject of this work, Mr. Uppaluri Gopala Krishnamurti (1) was born of middle-class

Brahmin parents on the morning of July 9, 1918, in the village of Masulipatam, South India. As

far as we know there were no peculiar events surrounding his birth, celestial or otherwise. His

mother died of puerperal fever seven days after giving birth to her first and only child. Upon her

death bed she implored the maternal grandfather of the boy to take special care of him, adding

that she was certain that he had a great and important destiny before him.

The grandfather took this prediction, and his daughter's request, very seriously, and vowed to

give the boy all the advantages of a wealthy Brahmin "prince". The father soon remarried,

leaving U.G. to be cared for by the grandparents. The grandfather was an ardent Theosophist and

knew J. Krishnamurti, Annie Besant, Col. Alcott, and the other leaders of the Theosophical

Society. U.G. was to meet all these people in his youth and was to spend most of his formative

years around Adyar, the world headquarters of the Theosophical Society, in Madras, India. U.G.

says of that time: "My grandfather kept a sort of open house into which were invited traveling

monks and renunciates, religious scholars, pundits, various gurus, mahatmas, and swamis."

There were endless discussions on philosophy, comparative religions, occultism, and

metaphysics. Every wall of the house was covered with famous Hindu and Theosophical leaders,

especially J. Krishnamurti. The boy's childhood was, in short, steeped in religious lore,

philosophical discourse, and the influence of various spiritual personages. All this appealed to

the boy greatly. He even begged one traveling guru, who arrived with a huge retinue of camels,

disciples and attendants, to take him away with him so that he might become a student of his

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spiritual teaching. The boy U.G. was taken by the grandfather all over India to visit holy places

and people, ashramas , retreats, and centers of learning. He spent seven summers in the

Himalayas studying classical yoga with a famous adept, Swami Sivananda.

It was in these early years of his life that U.G. began to feel that "something was wrong

somewhere," referring to the whole religious tradition into which he had been immersed almost

from the beginning. His yoga master, a strict and self-righteous figure of authority, was startled

by U.G. when the latter found him devouring some hot pickles forbidden for yogis behind closed

doors. U.G., just a boy, said to himself, "How can this man deceive himself and others,

pretending to be one thing while doing another?" He gave up his yoga practices, maintaining a

healthy skepticism towards all things spiritual on into his adulthood.

More and more he wanted to "do things my way," questioning the authority of others over him.

Breaking from the traditions of his Braminic background, he tore from his body the sacred

thread, symbol of his religious heritage. He became a young cynic, rejecting the spiritual

conventions of his culture and questioning everything for himself. He displayed less and less

respect for the religious institutions and customs thought so important by his family and

community. In him developed a healthy disdain for his religious inheritance, a disdain which was

to develop into an acute sense of what he was later to call "the hypocrisy of the holy business."

His grandmother said of him that he "had the heart of a butcher." All this allowed him time to

develop the tremendous courage and insight necessary to brush aside the entire psychological

and genetic content of his past.

By the age of twenty-one U.G. had become a quasi-atheist, studying secular western philosophy

and psychology at the University of Madras. At this juncture he was asked by a friend to go with

him to visit the famous "Sage of Arunachala", Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi, at his ashram at

Tiruvannamalai, not far south of Madras. In the year 1939 U.G. reluctantly went. He was

convinced by that time that all holy men were phonies and were taking people for a ride. But to

his surprise Ramana Maharshi was different. The Bhagavan, a serene, doe-eyed sage of the

highest wisdom and integrity, could not but make a strong impression on the young U.G. He

rarely spoke to those who approached him with questions. U.G. approached the Bhagavan with

some trepidation and misgivings, putting to the master three questions:

"Is there," asked U.G., "anything like enlightenment?"

"Yes, there is," replied the master.

"Are there any levels to it?"

The Bhagavan replied, "No, no levels are possible. It is all one thing. Either you are there or you

are not there at all."

Finally U.G. asked, "This thing called enlightenment, can you give it to me?"

Looking the serious young man in the eyes he replied, "Yes, I can give it, but can you take it? "

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