The Truth about Krishnamurti
From: The Initiate in
the Dark Cycle
By his Pupil [Cyril Scott]
(London: Routledge & Keegan, 1932)
The Truth about Krishnamurti
Question: You say that while Truth may
be approached solely by individual effort, work
on the other hand must be collective organized
by authority. The Occult Brotherhood of
Adepts is a group of men who, like yourself, have
liberated themselves from all limitations and
have attained to Truth; but like yourself have
undertaken certain self-chosen work in advancing
the general welfare of the world. They inspire
great reforms in every department of life and
work by methods of which very little is known,
but which are immensely effective. Their
co-operation is complete, their organization perfect,
they recognize an absolute ruler--but in life
they are entirely free. Such a mode of living
seems to be the logical outcome of your teaching.
Do you deny that this is so? Or does your
challenge apply rather to the popular confusion
of Truth with organized work for the service of
Krishnamurti: First of all you must understand
what I mean by collective and organized work.
You state that there is an occult brotherhood
which organizes work for humanity for advancing
the welfare of the world. To assume that
there are those who have knowledge, who have realized
Truth, and because of that realization use methods
of which, as is said, very little is known, choosing
special agents and messengers to do their work
and inspiring worthy organizations-to me this
assumption is based upon an illusion, leading
to exploitation of man for his "good"....
THE TRUTH ABOUT
A CONCERT of innumerable birds woke me up next
morning, and I looked out of my window on to a
blaze of daffodils, sparkling with dewdrops in
the sun. But if I was an early riser, Sir Thomas
had outdone me, for I caught sight of him, in
his skull-cap as usual, wandering down one of
the paths which skirted a large flower-bed. Occasionally
he would bend down to examine one or other of
the plants, or to caress a big dog which sedately
walked beside him. Presently he was joined by
his niece, who gave him a kiss, in response to
which he affectionately patted her cheek; then
they strolled down the path together, round a
bend and out of sight.
There was still an hour and a half till breakfast,
so I dressed leisurely, and, following my host's
example, wandered forth into the garden. I felt
so drawn to the old gentleman
that I hoped I should meet him. At the same time,
I was chary of intruding on his privacy. But in
any case I was to be disappointed, for I did not
see him again till lunch-time.
That Lunch was a memorable occasion. There were
only four of us present-Sir Thomas, J.M.H., myself
and one of the other men. The latter was a few
minutes late, and came in when the rest of us
were already seated. In his hand was Krishnamurti's
Star Bulletin. He opened it, then handed
it to Sir Thomas, indicating a certain passage.
The old gentleman read it, vouchsafed no comment,
beyond his usual non-committal "Tut, tut..."
and passed it on to J.M.H., who glanced at it,
smiled significantly at Sir Thomas, then put it
aside. But I was not going to let such an opportunity
slip. At last I might be in the position to hear
something really authoritative on the vexed question
"The Star Bulletin. ... I take it myself.
But as you see" I added, smiling, "I
still believe in Masters."
"I'm glad somebody does," Sir Thomas
remarked with good-natured irony; "dear,
dear, if Krishnamurti's ideas were universally
accepted, some of us might as well take our departure
to other planets."
I instantly pricked up my ears and glanced at
J.M.H., who only said in an undertone: "Many
a true word--'' leaving me mentally to complete
"Then I take it, Sir Thomas," I ventured
to ask, "you don't altogether approve of
"Unfortunately he has no proper methods
since he took the Arhat initiation, and ceased
to be the medium for the Lord Maitreya.(1)
Better if he had retired from public life to meditate
in seclusion, as Arhats did in bygone days."
"I'm a bit hazy about that Arhat initiation,"
I whispered to the man beside me.
"It's the one in which the Master withdraws
all guidance from His pupil, who may have to negotiate
the most difficult problems without being allowed
to ask any questions." he
1 The Lord Maitreya is He
who, every two thousand years, fulfils his office
of World-Teacher by overshadowing a specially
prepared medium in order to give forth a new Teaching
suitable for the future development of mankind.
The last time, two thousand years ago, Jesus became
His medium and yielded himself up for the purpose
at the age of thirty. A similar destiny was anticipated
explained; "he has to rely entirely on his
own judgment, and if he makes mistakes, must bear
"And so what did Krishnamurti do!"
my host interpolated, obviously having heard.
"Like the proverbial manservant who knows
he's about to be given notice, he gave notice
first. In other words, he cut himself adrift from
the White Lodge, and repudiated all of us."
"And unfortunately," J. M. H, added,
"he induced others far below him in spiritual
evolution to do likewise. Also instead of giving
forth the new Teaching so badly needed, he escaped
from the responsibilities of his office as prophet
and teacher by reverting to a past incarnation,
and an ancient philosophy of his own race with
which you are familiar, but which is useless for
the Western World in the present Cycle."
"Then we were right!" I exclaimed.
"It Is Advaita he is teaching?"
"But those to whom he speaks think they
are receiving a new message, and as such it carries
undue weight." Sir Thomas contributed. "The
message he should have
delivered, he has failed to deliver--or only
partly delivered. Nothing about Art--no plans
for the new sub-race--educational schemes dropped--and
in place of all this: Advaita, a philosophy for
chelas, and one of the most easily misunderstood
paths to liberation."
"Then are we to assume," I hazarded,
"that Krishnamurti's mission has been a complete
"Friend," said the old gentleman, "you
ask many questions, to what use will you put the
answers if we give them to you?" It was on
the tip of my tongue to apologize, but instead
I felt impelled to speak what was in my mind.
"Sir Thomas," I replied, "because
of Krishnamurti, many people are in great distress;
if you'll be gracious enough to enlighten me a
little, perhaps I may be able to enlighten them."
"Good!" he exclaimed, "the motive
is pure; your questions will be answered."
I began to express my gratitude, but he waved
it aside with a kindly gesture, and proceeded:
"He who attempts to teach Advaita, and omits
all Sanscrit terms, courts failure. Sanscrit words
engender an occult vibration
which is lost when translated. Western words
not suitable to describe subjective states of
consciousness, because their associations are
mainly mundane." He paused a moment
to continue his lunch, then added: "Well
did my Brother Koot Hoomi say that Krishnamurti
had destroyed all the many stairways to God, while
his own remains incomplete."
"And would never be suitable for all
types, in any case," J.M.H. put in.
"Also, being incomplete," the old gentleman
took up the thread again, "it may lead to
dangers unforseen by those who attempt to climb
it. Danger Number One: Krishnamurti's casting
aside of time-honoured definitions and classifications
leaves aspirant without true scale of values.
Danger Number Two: climbing his particular staircase
necessitates constant meditation, which in its
turn necessitates constant protection from Guru--and
Guru not allowed by Krishnamurti." he concluded
with a twinkle.
"But" I asked, "is the Guru's
protection always necessary for meditation--I
mean even when its done in small doses?"
"0f course, a moderate degree may be practiced
in safety without a Guru." J. M. H.
replied, "but as Sir Thomas says, long continued
meditation leads to states of consciousness and
excursions on to other planes where the Master's
guidance is absolutely indispensable. Another
flaw in this pseudo Advaita which Krishnamurti
is giving out, is that he addresses the personality,
the physical-plane man, as if he were the Monad
or at least the Ego. Of course the Monad, the
divine Spark, is the Absolute Existence-Knowledge-Bliss,
and hence eternally free, but that doesn't mean
that the personality down here, immersed in endless-seeming
karmic difficulties, can share its consciousness,
or even that of the Ego--the link between the
personality and the Monad. Krishnamurti's Advaitism,
which is not to be confounded with the recognized
form of that noble philosophy, will, I fear, lead
his followers nowhere except perhaps to hypocrisy
and self-delusion." Sir Thomas nodded assent."
And while he has directed them to repudiate all
Masters, he refuses to act as Guru to them himself."
The old gentleman was silent for a moment, then
shook his head mournfully. "Children crying
in the night of spiritual darkness, and
no one to comfort them. ... He who could help,
won't, and we who might help, can't, for Doubt
has poisoned their belief in our very existence.
No wonder Koot Hoomi's face looks a little sad."
He turned to the large dog which, all this while,
with remarkable canine self-control, had sat perfectly
still, gazing up at him; and as he patted him,
he said. "My friend, if even the King told
you your master were superfluous, I don't think
you'd believe him, eh!"
The dog wagged his tail, and touchingly snuggled
up against Sir Thomas's knee.
It was a picture I shall not forget: the oak-panelled
room, the old pictures, the long refectory table,
the sun pouring in through the diamond-paned windows,
and finally that impressive and Lovable old gentleman
in his velvet skull-cap, with his faithful companion
by his side. I was transported back to a world
in which hooting motor-cars, turmoil and rush
seemed but the jarring trivialities of a nightmare.
And yet amidst this atmosphere of old-world serenity,
unseen powers were at work, controlling and directing
the schemes of mankind. How honoured I felt that
Sir Thomas had
trusted me sufficiently no longer to conceal
the fact that he was a Master.
The manservant had entered to bring the next
course, and had withdrawn again. I noticed that
he never appeared unless summoned by means of
the electric bell-button within reach of Sir Thomas's
hand. Evidently conversation, even at meals, was
frequently of a nature too important to be overheard.
I had still some questions to ask about Krishnamurti,
but was momentarily at a loss how to frame them,
without seeming indiscreet.
"You'll forgive me," I said to my host,
"if I go back to the subject we were discussing."
"What! More questions!" he replied
with mock severity, "you'll be presenting
us with a questionnaire next; well, what are they!"
"You'll perhaps remember I asked you if,
Krishnamurti's mission must be regarded as a total
"True, true. A success while still overshadowed
by the World-Teacher, as I implied before--a failure
afterwards. He did good work in teaching people
to use their own
brains, and in showing them ..." He broke
off and waved his hand towards J.M.H. "Come,
come," he said with a twinkle, "this
is your chela and you leave the old gentleman
to do all the work!"
"He is in better hands than mine,"
said J.M.H., laughing. Nevertheless he continued:
"Krishnamurti came to break up the old order
of things in preparation for the new, but he broke
up too much of the past and prepared nothing for
the future. Yet the old order is finished and
may not be revived. The day of blind obedience
to leaders is over--salvation cannot be reached
merely by worshipping personalities and accepting
as gospel everything they say, for to accept is
not of necessity to understand. Even so exalted
a being as the Lord Buddha said: 'Do not believe
everything merely because I say it.' "
"He may be termed a forerunner, needed in
this particular cycle, but not actually the World-Teacher,"
Sir Thomas put in; "World-Teacher not expected
by us till end of century."
"Yet why should even a forerunner--"
"Who shall judge another without knowing
his difficulties'' Sir Thomas cut me short. "A
quality has its defects. Need I ask you if you've
ever heard Parsifal! No, for you love music, as
I do. Krishnamurti is endowed with Parsifal-like
simplicity. Because he has reached a certain state
of consciousness and evolution, in his modesty
he fails to see that others have not reached it
likewise. Therefore he prescribes for others what
is only suitable for himself." He rose from
his high-backed chair. "Come," he said
to the dog, "we will take a stroll in the
garden and pay our respects to the daffodils before
my visitor arrives. At four in the library,"
he added to J. M. H. and went out.