I view UG
as a hero of humankind. What he has said is best understood
as a critique of the sad state of affairs the human race has
fallen into, rather than an addition to the spiritual literature.
That having been said, he clearly was a great Sage, which is
the highest expression of our human potential. He remains by
far the finest example of a human being that I have ever meet
or heard of in our era.
In all the
fourty years I knew him, I never saw the slightest fault in
his integrity. His loyalty to his friends was off the charts.
He could have had a large organization, and chose instead to
leave nothing behind. He never made a dime from the books people
published based upon what he said. I have no doubt that he transcended
J.Krishnamurti in every way. I believe that JK was the harbinger
for UG's appearence and there is much to be learned by the study
of their joint story.
For those of you who are new to the subject, I suggest you go
to the original material on the Web. UG can be very hard to
take. This is because we are in the Matrix. Remember, Neo had
a very hard time at first when Morpheus told him where he was
at. UG's devotion was, and is to the Neo in all
came across your site a few years ago when searching for works
by Jiddu Krishnamurti. I never read a whole book by UG but I
got the message pretty well.
So I'd check your site once in while to see what he was up to,
noting to myself UG's age. Ah, I am sad now that I have visited
and learned UG has passed on. I was comforted by the obituary's
excellent description of his last times here.
Though raised an atheist I became an agnostic, diligently so,
when a former Catholic pointed out to me I took my lack of faith
in God on faith. I never forgot what I learned as I watched
my opinion change.
But having been around more religious folks in recent years,
I sometimes send a Non-Prayer out to the Universe, General Delivery.
For a friend's Mother in New Orleand during the flood. For James
Brown in his travels after dying. I stopped to do that when
I finished reading UG's obituary and when I did, no words came
into my mind because his impact on me was so much more than
UG was the one who wrote down that the body is a machine. I
concluded that this is why if you exercise your muscles they
will be supple and if you do not they will find it unnecessary
to remain at the ready. If you see a yellow dog, the cells in
your eyes, in your optic nerve and in your brain are all configured
to perceive a yellow dog because the creature's presence caused
all those structures to react. If you think a thing is true,
that is because the cells in your brain that form your perception
are in a state of so doing. In the latter case, the perception
you hold might be a simulated perception of reality that is
not true -- a thought, a belief that someone told you to have,
or some misinterpreted stimulus.
Or maybe that isn't what UG meant and I have it all wrong. As
I said, I didn't read more than a few essays or chapters, watch
and listen to a few recorded lectures.
Who cares? My brain is only one organ in my body; it just happens
to be the one that "wants to know". Irrespective of
my thoughts on reality, the villi in my intestines and the hydrochloric
bath in my stomach work just fine.
I would do better to learn how to have a cleaner colon than
to "study philosophy". Only in a sense is that true
... only in the LITERAL SENSE, the one that is pertinent to
my activity in life, which is the activity of my body.
So thanks to you for bringing UG into my home through your diligent
and insightful work for these years. You are a good fellow to
take the trouble. And I am sorry if you are still sad because
you and UG were friends, but you will feel better.
My best regards to you,
Theron G. Burrough
New York, NY
By the time
I met U.G., I had been all "gurued" out. I had spent
8 years with Da Free John and my ex-husband was a guru. I certainly
did not want any more gurus in my life.
I did not
want some "enlightened" man telling me he had something
to give me if only
surrender in devotion, or meditate or whatever . . .
in me after all those years of "practice" clearly
told me "this is bullshit."
does not mean the search ended. Those questions persisted like
a red-hot ball lodged in the throat. You can't spit it out and
you can't swallow it.
Then I met
U.G. First I met him through a book -- The Mystique of Enlightenment.
Then I met
him through the videos of him traveling all around the world
with my friend Julie Thayer. Then I met him in person.
of my aversion to gurus, I was determined not to let U.G. fall
into that category.
And he never
ever gave me even the slightest opening to relate to him like
As a matter
of fact, at times I felt very envious of others who were able
to be very personal with him and have him in focus in that way.
serve him, call him and talk to him regularly, ask his advice.
Clearly they let him influence their lives and the decisions
me, it was always very impersonal. He never told me what to
once. He turned to me out of the blue one day, looked me in
the eye and said "don't live with your children."
After that he said he did not remember saying that to me. And
when I decided to live for a while with my granddaughter, he
said "grandchildren are different."
He was so
beginning I tested him. To me, the sign of a truly "enlightened"
man (what other term can I use?) was the demonstrated absence
I saw it
in U.G. in so many ways. I loved his disclaimer at the beginning
of all "his" books. These books were not written by
him, but were transcribed or written by others. He made no profit
from them and his only requirement was that they not be copywritten.
He wanted everything to be freely available and that was that.
a lack of self righteousness with others. I never saw him tell
anyone not to smoke, drink, eat meat, have sex. He just lived
his life that way. Whatever anyone else did was their choice.
He said he did not want others to do as he did or to not do
as he did.
Once I saw
a video of U.G. sitting in a small room with a nadi reader who
was smoking a cigarette. Every now and then the nadi reader
would blow a puff of smoke in U.G.'s face. I looked for a reaction.
There was none.
time, in U.G.'s hotel room where he was staying in San Rafael,
California, I saw him get up from his chair and go to the kitchen
to get some water. While he was gone, a woman sat down in his
chair. When he returned, I looked to see what he would do. That
might seem strange to one who has not been around guru's, but
the chair is looked upon as a sacred place, and one just does
not sit in the guru's chair. But U.G. returned to the room,
and without the slightest notice, sat on the coffee table and
continued his conversation.
I had always
hated what I called "lunch righteousness". That is,
when people who are vegetarian get self righteous when others
eat meat around them. So, when I first went to lunch with U.G.,
I ordered chicken. U.G. did not seem to even notice or make
any note of this, even though I was sitting right next to him.
not to say that if you were living around him, traveling with
him, etc., you would just sit around smoking and eating steak.
But he just did not require anyone to change anything with any
goal in mind.
It was hard
for me to not want to be like him and to not try to use him
as a model, because he was so free and he had what I wanted!!!!
But there seemed to be no censor in him. His clear admonition
was to be your self. He would say it is the easiest thing to
be yourself, you don't have to do a thing!
the way he created his own reality around the people who were
his close friends. He would build some people up and give them
much more important positions than they really had. A girl who
was a French teacher became a world renowned lecturer of French
and Italian. A mediocre tango dancer became a famous tango dancer.
A woman who studied ballet as a child and young girl became
a great ballerina. Some people were "holy men" others
were "criminals". A woman who was a nurse took on
the highest medical credentials and could almost psychically
read his pulse to determine everything about his health condition.
A well-established doctor was a "quack". A woman who
was a very accomplished photographer, was a terrible photographer
who only took "pictures of my back." A man who was
a very successful contractor was a "cooley", and a
"criminal". A man who was a brilliant artist had no
talent as an artist, and who would buy that crap!
according to U.G. was a very funny place. I always wondered
why people felt he was negative and somber. His sense of humor
was so profoundly all pervasive, and never ceased. Even on his
death bed he was making everyone around him laugh.
with any guru or great man, people will give testimonials, and
tell stories of their great deeds, of the miracles and synchronistic
happenings around them. This is true with U.G., and I like to
tell many of these stories myself. But that is not the point,
at least not for me.
to be left with the mystery of his glance and the fact that
he preferred to leave no trace.
were not my guru. I have had guru's and you were not that.
you were living I came and went. Your door was always open.
course, at first I asked the same stupid questions.
got knocked down and knocked out.
I did not have much of a personal relationship with you.
never called you.
never asked you for advice about my life and you never gave
would spend months, years, without even calling or visiting
in my own webs and quagmires burning out the search.
then, I would really really need to see you.
were calling me in some deep part of my heart
no time had come between us
needed to be said,
it's so good to see you U.G.!
the door was always open.
often felt you did not like me.
I know it was me who did not like me.
last glance. Those eyes!
have to say it was love. Sorry. Cut, cut!!!
body was so wasted. You looked very very small.
that force of life.
you told us all to leave you so you could go.
was an explosion.
scattered in all directions.
you in your cave with Mahesh and Larry and Susan the
chronicler, the minister and the doctor -- to wait with you.
was so perfect and natural and clear and everything I see and
know is true.
was so U.G.
never told me to come, you never told me to go.
the door was always open. And I am so glad I walked through