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Weighs Hollywood
Krishnamurti Calls the Screen a Muddied Pool of Truth
By Gladys Hall
IF Christ should come to Hollywood, what would He say? Would He say, "Father, forgive them, they know not what thev do." p
Or, to these men with the power of everlasting vision in their hands, might He say, "Go, and sin no more."
Clothed in other language, differently said, this, the divinely compassionate content of those words of Christ, is the content of what Krishnamurti said to me.
Jiddu Krishnamurti is come to Hollywood. Krishnamurti, the young Hindu, who was announced to the world as "The Second Christ."
He may be the Second Christ— or he may not be. Who can tell: Who is to say ? He may or he may not be the reincarnated World Teacher, the divine essence that has incarnated before in Buddha and in Mohammed.
Of himself he says, "Please — I have no name, I do not believe in names and labels. I have attained to life. I am one with the Beloved. I have gone outside the cage."
So had those Others.
He may or he may not be — but whatever he is, whoever he is, he is not as you and I. On that sensitive, pale face which had been purged of all ordinary hungers, all ordinary desires, all personal ambitions there is a Something not to be named by you and me. Whatever the label may be, it is the beautiful opposite of the flesh-hungers, the money-greeds, the sordid, little seekings of the poor rest of us.
He has attained to Life. That is the way he puts it. Through many lives he has attained to freedom from all desire. He has broken the chains of limitations. He has broken the bars of pain. We are all, he says, like little rivers seeking our way to the infinite sea, desiring to be one with it. We are all like little fish caught in an evil net of transient things. He has escaped the net. Through the many lives he has lived, through many experiences, through pain and defeat and loss and selfdenials he has attained to life.
Eyes That Shame You
1— Ie is slender and of the color of old ivory. His hair is shining and heavy and blue-black. His eyes are extraordinarily large and they see — what do they see? It is the simple truth to say that when you look into those eyes you turn away your own. Shamed. Shamed for the goals you have been seeking. Shamed for the idols you have made. His teeth are gleaming and his narrow, slender hands hold on to truths that you and I have perceived but dimly — or have we ?
He wore an ordinary suit of blue. His bare feet were sandaled and, with the exquisite courtesy innate with him, he apologized to me for this departure from our customary mode of attire.
He came to meet me at the door of the house, unattended. So would have done the Carpenter of Nazareth.
He brought chairs to the porch and said, "Let us sit in the open air." His voice is light and clear. Free. He is gentle and deprecatory rather than dictatorial. He ( Continued on page 88)
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