Krishnamurti inspires a person to tackle human challenges personally, not to accept what either he has said on the topic or how your society defines such concepts. For Krishnamurti such questions burn and he encourages everyone to examine from every which side such questions as they emerge. No one has the answer for all because there really is no such thing as an answer. There is only living the question and in so doing, one can live that which emerges in immediacy from a place beyond, before, encompassing the mechanical mind.
To begin with, I think of freedom as being able to do what I want to do! This, of course, presupposes that I know what I want to do! I experience disappointment, resistance, resentment, smoldering anger even, when I am thwarted from following my desires. So what really is going on? Someone wants me to go somewhere with him/her. I don’t really want to; I am engaged in some other activity. It is the person I love. I want them to be happy. I agree to go but have to monitor the underlying feelings! I am not going cleanly, freshly, with joy!
So I look and look at all the thoughts and emotions that emerge and cause the pot to simmer ceaselessly. I look some more. Bubble, bubble, toil, and trouble! Distractions occur but I return to the topic. The question changes. What is preventing me from living a fresh life filled with joy? What am I hanging onto and why am I hanging onto it? The idea that I wanted to do this rather than that? What is that all about? When my gaze becomes steady, looking within, sustained, something changes and nothing changes. All contradictions die in the pool of now, the soundless, I am no longer identified with my small petty mind, my casual desires that pull me from all directions and really are not the avenue to joy but truly the road to hell! In the steady silence there is no space for choice. Love pervades that vibrant energetic nothingness and out of there right action, choiceless awareness.
Is this my own experience I wonder or do I simply have a geometric understanding from reading the books of those who live in such grace? I can only say that once in a while grace descends or expands, or overwhelms. Love fills the heart and I am home.