Dreams For The Future

“Truth is more in the process than in the result.” – Krishnamurti

On The Music Box: Gaudi – Bass, Drum and Tears

In The Reading Room: Baba Ram Dass – Be Here Now

In The Glass – Absinthe (of course…..)
(Photo – Irina Sharkova)

Well, the New Year has come, and it found me in bed, trying to sleep as I had to get Morgan to the Airport at 5:00 or so in the morning. The alarm went off about 4:15 and I had been awake already, that internal clock really works when you give it a chance.
We had family and friends by last night, but I had to punk out around 10:30, which was a first is some 20 or more years. I am a bit unfocused, but I would like to make some observations/points:
I would like to say that I have high hopes for this coming year on many levels. Hope is something I have not had an abundance of in the last several years. 2007 was a pretty neat year for Caer Llwydd, and with many of our friends. I started the year with guarded hope, and it has proved out to have been a good one. I will make the same investment on 2008… Yes, we can turn the tides and many are working to make it a better place, we need to coordinate a bit on efforts, and the world view will shift.
This is where I make some observations on media items…..

(they may or may not have been released this year, I just had to like them) 8o)
Picks Of The Year: Movies

Monsieur Ibrahim

Renegade (Blueberry)

The Fountain….

The Brothers Grimm
Picks Of the Year: Music

Raising Sand – Allison Krause & Robert Plant

We Create -Maps


Fahrenheit Volume 6

All The Roadrunning – Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris
Picks of the Year: Books

Supernatural – Graham Hancock

The Gifts of Burning Man – Dale Pendell

The Hidden World – Ruck, Staple, Celdran, Hoffman

Orgies Of The Hemp Eaters – Hakim Bey & Abel Zug
Bright Blessings,
Gwyllm Llwydd

On The Menu
Krishnamurti Quotes

Arcade Fire – No Car Go

Formless Creation

Poetry: The Immortal Friend

The Quotes: Krishnamurti

“A consistent thinker is a thoughtless person, because he conforms to a pattern; he repeats phrases and thinks in a groove.”
” …In our relationship with children and young people, we are not dealing with mechanical devices that can be quickly repaired, but with living beings who are impressionable, volatile, sensitive, afraid, affectionate; and to deal with them we have to have great understanding, the strength of patience and love… “

“Insight is not an act of remembrance, the continuation of memory. Insight is like a flash of light. You see with absolute clarity, all the complications, the consequences, the intricacies. Then this very insight is action, complete. In that there are no regrets, no looking back, no sense of being weighed down, no discrimination. This is pure, clear insight – perception without any shadow of doubt. Most of us begin with certainty and as we grow older the certainty changes to uncertainty and we die with uncertainty. But if one begins with uncertainty, doubting, questioning, asking demanding, with real doubt about man’s behaviour, about all the religious rituals and their images and their symbols, then out of that doubt comes the clarity of certainty.”


Arcade Fire – No Car Go


Formless Creation -Krishnamurti

[This is the closing speech of one of the Camp K held in 1928]
From this Camp you will go away to all parts of the world, carrying with you, alas, also that which you have not understood. If that which you have not understood be the stronger, because of its strength it will pervert that which you have understood.
I would give you the flower of understanding which shall know no decay, so that you may keep it ever with you.
Truth is like a flame without definite form, it varies from moment to moment. No man can describe it, but by the light of Truth alone you must walk, if you would keep that flower of understanding with you always.
Because you will go away with phrases, with words, with half ideas, the full beauty of manifestation will escape you. I have heard people say, “I must give up music. I must no longer admire painting. I must no longer enjoy the shade of a tree and the glory of sunset, nor the reflection of the swallow of a still evening on the face of the waters.” If that is what you understand when I say that life is more important than its expressions, you will destroy the beauty of the expression, and then you will have to create that beauty again. Do you think that there is so much beauty around us in expression, in manifestation, only to be destroyed, to be put aside and not be admired?
As the water is necessary for the beauty of the lotus, and as the lotus makes the waters beautiful, so, when the expression of life is destroyed, when it is made hideous and horrible to behold, then life itself, which is in duke each one, becomes perverted, mutilated and ugly. So , friend, do not cease to admire beauty. Do not hold back the laughter that awakens in your heart when you see a dancing leaf. Do not thwart the expressions of life by misunderstanding the purpose of life. To bring that expression to perfection, to its fulfilment, life must be free, life must not be bound by traditions, by your stagnating moralities and beliefs. The expressions of life will then be naturally beautiful.
There have been many thousand people at these Camps and what could they not do in the world if they all understood! They could change the face of the world tomorrow. Its expression would become different because new life had been brought to it.
That is what I long to do. That is the only desire that burns in my heart. Because I see sadness and corruption, pain and suffering, passing ecstasies and passing fantasies, I would awaken life and bring it to its perfect fulfilment. You who are going away must realize your responsibility. Truth is not to be played with, nor to be corrupted by misunderstanding, but to be developed with full understanding of the purpose of life. If you have caught a glimpse of Truth, if you are walking on the path of understanding, you can change the thought and feeling of the world; but before you can change the world, you must change your own heart and mind. For this reason you have gathered together; for this reason you have been shaken to the very foundation – as I hope – of your structure. You have come to discover, in the light of the Truth, that which is lasting, that which shall stand against the storm, and distinguish it from that which is unimportant, trivial and to be set aside.
For that reason I have urged you to invite doubt, and to examine with understanding all that you have gathered through the ages. Adversity is a furnace through which everyone must pass. Great struggles , great sorrows, and great ecstasies unfold the Truth in its sublimity, in its simplicity. To welcome adversity – not thrust upon you by another – you must invite doubt. If doubt unconsciously insinuates itself into your heart, it will not purify it. You can only purify it by deliberately inviting doubt.
Those who would attain greatly, who would understand truly, must invite the future and let that future come into conflict with the fruit of the past, which is the present. But you do not want to do that. All your questions, all your thoughts and feelings have been about the past. You have judged everything that I have put before you by the past; but friend, Truth is neither bound by the past nor the present nor the future. To understand Truth, you must put aside all things that you have accumulated and not cling with fear o the past. However beautiful it may be. If the past seems so fruitful to you, if the past in its decay is so dear to you, if the past holds such sway over you, why are you here? You are here because you are faced with the future. To understand the future you must put aside the past and take the future to your heart and mind and cling to it desperately as a drowning man desires air. Not merely to dwell in some distant future, but to bring that future to the immediate present is the glory of man.
I tell you, friend, One greater than your books, your rites, your religions and your beliefs, is here, and if you would learn to understand the Truth you must put aside the past, however, comfortable, however pleasing, however delightful it may have been, and welcome the future. If you worship and cling to the past, you will be like the dead stumps of yesterday – no waters can revive their green shoots.
As you have to build greatly, you must bring that future, Truth, and life in its fulfilment, to the present. To create greatly, to create lastingly, you must understand, and so I say: Do not follow, do not obey, do not be loyal to any person except to yourself, and then you will be loyal to every passer-by.
Do not repeat after me words that you do not understand. Do not merely put on a mask of my ideas, for it will be an illusion and you will thereby deceive yourself.
I would build in your heart and mind that Truth which is of no form and hence eternal. I would change your heart and mind in the shadow of eternity. When you change and build on the love of life and its understanding, what you build will be everlasting.
I do not want to concern myself with the moulding of a door, which is but an expression of life. You can always change the expression of life, but if you would build eternally in the light of the Truth, you must ever give love to life, with new ideas and understanding to nourish it. The only eternal creation is that which is without form, with life itself and not with the expressions of life. You want me to create your expressions,to lay down disciplines for you to follow; you want me, who am the Life, to deal with the mouldings of the door. Because I do not concern myself with the expressions and manifestations of life, you are not satisfied; You want me to deal with the transitory instead of with the eternal.
Friend, I want to lay the foundation of Truth in your mind and heart. That is the work of life and therefore of the eternal. You have not so far been concerned with that foundation, you have not taken to heart and pondered over that Truth; you have all the time occupied yourself with the past, with small misunderstandings, with the corruption from obedience, with petty loyalties to individuals, with the adoration of passing mediators and gurus. Is it not better to seek the life eternal that shall nourish you always, than to seek shelters that vary from moment to moment, inviting you to their decay and stagnation?
Friend, believe me, I am saying all this out of the fullness of my heart. Because I am in love with that life which is in everyone, I would free that life; but you do not want that, you want the passing love, the fleeting comfort and the balm that shall heal your momentary pain. You desire what you perceive, but if your perception is limited and conditioned, your desire will be cause of your sorrow. But if your perception has no limitation, it it is beyond all beliefs and traditions, then your desire will have no limitations; it will be life itself. You are not in love with life: you are in love with the past, and life is not concerned with the past. Li
fe, like the swift-running waters, is always going forward and is never still and stagnant.
Because One greater than all these is with you, I hold it dear and precious that you should understand in the fullness of your heart and mind, and so create the light which shall be your guide, which is not the light of another, but your own. Go away with the mirror of Truth which shall reflect your life, with the love that is detached, and with the understanding of the Truth.


Poetry:The Immortal Friend

Krishnamurti 1928
Oh! Listen,

I will sing to thee the song of my Beloved.
Where the soft green slopes of the still mountains

Meet the blue shimmering waters of the noisy sea,

Where the bubbling brook shouts in ecstasy,

Where the still pools reflect the calm heavens,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the vale where the cloud hangs in loneliness

Searching the mountain for rest,

In the still smoke climbing heavenwards,

In the hamlet toward the setting sun,

In the thin wreaths of the fast disappearing clouds,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
Among the dancing tops of the tall cypress,

Among the gnarled trees of great age,

Among the frightened bushes that cling to the earth,

Among the long creepers that hang lazily,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the ploughed fields where noisy birds are feeding,

On the shaded path that winds along the full, motionless river,

Beside the banks where the waters lap,

Amidst the tall poplars that play ceaselessly with the winds,

In the dead tree of last summer’s lightning,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the still blue skies,

Where heaven and earth meet

In the breathless air,

In the morn burdened with incense,

Among the rich shadows of a noon-day,

Among the long shadows of an evening,

Amidst the gay and radiant clouds of the setting sun,

On the path on the waters at the close of the day,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the shadows of the stars,

In the deep tranquility of dark nights,

In the reflection of the moon on still waters,

In the great silence before the dawn,

Among the whispering of waking trees,

In the cry of the bird at morn,

Amidst the wakening of shadows,

Amidst the sunlit tops of the far mountains,

In the sleepy face of the world,

There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
Keep still, O dancing waters,

And listen to the voice of my Beloved.
In the happy laughter of children

Thou canst hear Him.

The music of the flute

Is His voice.

The startled cry of a lonely bird

Moves thy heart to tears,

For thou hearest His voice.

The roar of the age-old sea

Awakens the memories

That have been lulled to sleep

By His voice.

The soft breeze that stirs

The tree-tops lazily

Brings to thee the sound

Of His voice.
The thunder among the mountains

fills thy soul

With the strength

Of His voice.

In the roar of a vast city,

through the voices of the night,

The cry of sorrow,

The shout of joy,

Through the ugliness of anger,

Comes the voice of my Beloved.
In the distant blue isles,

On the soft dewdrop,

On the breaking wave,

On the sheen of waters,

On the wing of the flying bird,

On the tender leaf of the spring,

Thou wilt see the face of my Beloved.
In the sacred temple,

In the halls of dancing,

On the holy face of the sannyasi,

In the lurches of the drunkard,

With the harlot and with the chaste,

Thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
On the fields of flowers,

In the towns of squalor and dirt,

With the pure and the unholy,

In the flower that hides divinity,

There is my well-Beloved.
Oh! the sea

Has entered my heart,

In a day,

I am living an hundred summers.

O, friend,

I behold my face in thee,

The face of my well-Beloved.
This is the song of my love.

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