When studying at The Krishnamurti Centre,Brockwood Park, one can be sure to meet inter-esting people from all over the world: the staff, ofcourse, other guests, and sometimes teachers,students and visitors from the School. It’s aninexhaustible source of contact and relationship.On my last visit, in December ‘96, I brought afriend – a former banker who had been a veryyoung officer during the war and then one of thefirst German students after the war to attenduniversity in the United States on a Fulbrightscholarship; he was received into the UnitedStates by President Truman himself. While still ayoung banker, he had given me a loan (I waseven younger than him) to build a new factory inthe Black Forest.By good chance, the first person we met onarriving at the Centre was a lively young Germanwoman who runs a restaurant. Very naturally sheconveyed to us her enthusiasm for the teachings.Having just listened to an audio tape, she ex-claimed, “I must laugh, how simple it is, what Ksays.”Other guests at this time included severaltrustees of the School and the Foundations, aformer Brockwood Park student, and severalformer teachers. We had many discussionsduring the meal-times and around the fireplacesin the sitting-room and library.There was also a guest whom I considered tobe ‘the man from Seattle’, which is a phrase Kused several times. Here is an extract, from anunpublished report of an international trusteesmeeting held in Ojai, California in 1977, where Kspeaks of ‘the man from Seattle’ – referring toanyone who comes to the Centre in a certainspirit or with certain questions.
“I come from Seattle and there you are, a group of you, at the Centre. I’m fairly intel- ligent; don’t treat me like an immature busi- nessman, or an immature traveller, seeking,shopping. I’ve come and I want to discuss with you, I want to go into a dialogue with you,deeply about fear. Not therapeutically. I want to end fear. I see the importance of it and, by coming here, I hope to end it. And at the same time I want a place where I can rest and be quiet. Out of that quietness, something may happen to me. Being here, discussing, some- thing may … Suddenly, I may have an insight into the whole thing.”
(Copyright KFT)Our ‘man from Seattle’ was a surgeon,originally from India, now living in Canada, onhis way from Bombay to Montreal. The eveninghe arrived he began asking burning questions,which initiated discussions for days among manyof the guests. He seemed to find the interactionhe was looking for. He was also taken by thewonderful beauty of Brockwood. He remarked onthe early mornings there, when the dew on thesouth lawn reflects the bright winter sun, andthe deep blue sky.Early in the mornings, while it was still darkand with no one around, I visited the ‘quietroom’ – not only to reflect upon myself, but also,perhaps, to bring some energy to the place as Ksuggested.
“That should be like a fountain that is filling the whole place. You understand what I am saying. That should be the central flame,that room, from which the whole thing is covered.”
(Copyright KFT, from an unpublished conver-sation held in Schoenried, Switzerland, in 1984)