Hi

Yes it is like that,

a complete human consciousness is a nothingness.
it is very difficult to stay at nothingness.
the now is everything and nothing.

as per my present condition
that to stay at present movement or at now even for seconds
is enough to start to feel that complete human consciousness.

best regards
bhaskar



--- In krishnamurti_jiddhu@yahoogroups.com, "peblinapond" <okikase@...> wrote:
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> The Legacy.
> Or, Stuck in the line of people.
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> Walking along the back streets I came upon an interesting old shop. It's more
than a shop really. It's a storehouse of old books. Most or the books are
dusty, worthless, follies of the past. People like to wander around to enjoy the
maze of aisles and passages, and the pleasure of idle exploration, as much as to
actually discovering and reading a book. To enter the shop is easy enough.
There are rough but steady steps leading down a narrow fenced path way leading
you along. As you get in further you see the pathway is designed to take you
from the entrance and to move you forward, in a set fashion, taking in the
different levels, following along the maze, and somewhere along, to an exit.
Occasionally you get a glimpse ahead or across to another part where you are
heading or have come from. Other people, small groups, families, friends, can be
seen walking, talking, and browsing. For a while you come close to these other
groups, passing them by, sometimes in opposite directions, and sometimes having
to move out of their way.
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> As you enter deep into the storehouse, the entrance is left far behind and
while still browsing contentedly, you are in mind of an exit ahead. Although
now there are more and more people in the aisles and the way ahead is crowded.
Frequently people are passing you by, less interested in browsing, certainly not
interested in you, and more wanting to move along. The numbers of people coming
from behind gathers and you can see the line of people is becoming a queue
moving only very slowly, hesitantly. The aisles of books are now only like walls
to a pathway leading to an unseen exit you guess lies ahead, perhaps around the
corner, or up a level. You are unsure of the layout. Because the line of people
has become so dense and is moving so slowly there is not much interest in the
storehouse anymore.
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> As time goes by people have been standing in the one place not moving at all.
They have ear pieces listening to something, playing electronic games, reading
books and magazines, talking on mobiles, sending text and emails, or annoying
each other with silly taunts and teases. Some people are blankly minding their
own business. You can tell which people are families, which are groups of
friends, which are couples, who is alone, and so on. Some people are casually
chatting together. Often you can tell one person is not really chatting to
another, more expressing some psychological concern, while the other politely is
their puppet. Children are controlled vainly by parents, bossed about by their
peers and siblings, and look for some kind of mischief. Young people nervously,
rudely, act out fantasies of characters and play at communicating. Others are
grumpy, annoyed, and agitated. A lot of indescript people are sedately,
inanimately, passing the time waiting. Questions can be overheard to be asking
why we are standing still and not moving along. People begin to bob up and down
trying to see further ahead. Others stretch themselves to look over the crowd.
Why are we stopped? An air of agitation and frustration descends. It is
obvious we are stuck. Some people start to be very annoyed, with others, with
everyone, with it all. A person behind tries to push through. Another tries to
go back. A few do forcefully, aggressively, work their way along. I think some
want to crawl underneath the feet or scramble over the heads of the line.
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> As the time goes by my predicament begins to bother me. It is a dangerous
position to be in. It is an old storehouse, haphazardly grown to house many
books and to poorly facilitate large numbers of people. The pathways are very
restricting, not allowing any deviation, and the only escape is forward to the
supposed exit. It does not have emergency exits nor allow for crowd movement.
You are basically stuck and can only move as one person in a line. When the
whole line moves you move. Standing there, what can I myself do to get out?
Nothing? What?
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> The time passes and I have nothing to drink, nothing to eat. I am thirsty and
hungry. What am I to do? People are very much concerned with their own petty,
personal, problem. Some people are talking across group boundaries but it is
with common platitudes, like; What is the problem? What is the hold up? Can
anyone see what is going on? Does anyone know why we are standing still? Can't
they see we are stuck? Why doesn't someone do something? In any case, there is
nothing much anyone can talk about which would change anything, is there? There
I am, standing alone in this long line of people, stuck, not moving, not going
anywhere. I am thirsty and hungry. I talk to the persons immediately to one
side about getting out, or getting something to eat and drink. Nothing changes.
Are they really listening, not just worrying themselves, I don't know. Even if a
message is passed along what is the result? Is there any kind of action which
would satisfactorily fix my situation as it is? What is the situation further
head and can I expect there to eventually be some movement, I don't know.
> Perhaps I am being unduly concerned, and the effect of this is to spread fear
and panic.
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> Thinking for myself in this predicament, I can adjust and feel more
comfortable. I can meditate, contemplate. I can do exercises, watch my
breathing, relax. I can take notice of my fleets of thought, my worries, my
fears, and be more attentive. I can see just passing remarks to people around
me is not getting anywhere. Even if I oversee my own predicament, will this
overcome the shortcomings of the crowd, or avoid the dangers of a crowd gone
mad. On quiet reflection I see the conditions, the limits, of thinking, of
belief, of the brain.
> Aware of the limited thinking, actually, not theoretically, what can change,
so that I have food and water? Obviously if the circumstances were to get
better, it would be over, and there would be nothing to think about. This is
what is meant by faith, hope. This is the passage of time; effectively in
resignation, acceptance, to the predicament of being stuck, and some would say,
the illusion of being stuck in time. Quietly, contemplatively, I meditate.
> Right. There is not I, not this line of people, not immobility, not this
storehouse, and I have an insight into the human condition. A peace of mind
descends. Is it possible, all the people, everyone, can be a total human
consciousness, and move completely, together, leaving the, real, personal
restraints and conditioning? Only then is my thirst and hunger satiated.
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> Now feeling thirsty and hungry, what do I do? What can I do to have a total
human consciousness?
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> The Legacy.
> Or, Stuck in the line of people.
> By Peter Stephens, 2009. Elizabeth Park, South Australia.
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