A story of another 'life'-lacking rich man who owns no dog....
- Mr. Krishnamurti's previously posted observations (#2613) of the
empty rich man reminds me a lot of a long time friend and co-worker
(actually the boss) of mine. Although I've distanced myself from him
almost totally over the past 5 years. And while he could indeed be
considered rich too, actually I think he's far wealthier than he lets
on to be, I can clearly see the emptyness, the void, the
insecurities, the lacking of a full and happy human spirit in him.
Over the years I've tried often to open up his heart to Mr.
Krishnamurti's and other various (life giving) 'teachings', and which
he was always quick to criticize, condemn, and fully negate.
A couple of weeks ago I paid him a visit at his house. We sat and
talked for about two hours in his living room. All the while he had
the History Channel turned on the television which was showing old
world-war two films at the time. Clearly I could sense his 'prison
walls' were still up high and strong all the while we talked. I paid
little mind to the TV, but when there was a gory scene on it he'd
point it to my attention. He held up a biography on Adolf Hitler
which he said he was currently reading, and whom he always seemed to
be pretty well-versed on. We talked more about old times than I would
have really liked to, but I did get some good shots in now and then
that were aimed to try and shock him out of his rich, dead, and empty
self. And when I left I felt pretty content with myself that I gave
my best (and final?) efforts to try and help tear his walls down, if
such a thing is at all possible anymore, as he's in his mid-sixties.
And I felt good especially since in the past I was often weak around
him and thereby foolishly feed into a lot of his monkey-business,
rather than being more courageous in more fully bringing in the Light
of Truth into whatever the situation was at hand.
Yet upon further pondering over the whole matter, and while I still
hold out some hope for him, the bigger part of me feels that the poor
guy's going to spend his last days pretty much home-bound while
counting his money, reading Mein Kampf, watching old war films, and
trying his best to figure out just exactly where Hitler went wrong. I
happen to know a lot of the details of his childhood, and actually
most of his whole life, and I guess the bottom line is that it don't
look good for him attaining 'transformation' either, until perhaps at
the moment of his death, as Mr. Krishnamurti sensed was to be the
case with the man he observed, again in a previous posting.
Perhaps I should fully close the door here on this old friend, who
has certainly, and yet rather sadly, been a real asset in my life,
and in many ways over the years, and get on with focusing my energies
fully on those that still have a more open, unselfish, youthful,
loving, and forward looking spirit about themselves and life, and as
a result have a real potential for the discovery of full and
authentic human being. Yet I think I'll still continue to send him
some Krishnamurti quotes and some of my own thoughts and writings in
the mail from time to time.