No honestly I did, he was appearing at my local suburban hall. Not that I knew that as it wasn't advertised but as I was passing by the entrance door on my way home one weekday morning (in those days I didn't work very regularly) I looked in to see what was going on and my God, there was Krishnamurti up on the stage talking to an audience of about 30 little old ladies. They were what we used to call the blue rinse set and I imagine they were the old Theosophical faithful. After all we were only a few miles from where they had built a beautiful harbour side amphitheatre so they could watch him walk in through Heads into Sydney Harbour way back in the 1930's. But it hadn't ever got any use.So I walked in as if I had been invited, smiled down at the little ladies at the door and walked up to the chairs in the front, and only, row.
To be honest it was a bit of a let down though I concentrated ferociously as only a slightly crazy teenage boy with a yen for zen ken do. I kept thinking thoughts like "That really is the most incredible brush-over in the whole world. It would be like a spinnaker if it got caught in the wind. It's like spiralled around his head like the Greate Worm, Ourobrushoverus. He's completely bald and I'm the only person in the world who knows. He could choke to death on it in his sleep." So I have to confess that even if there are limitless truths to be found in his discourse I was so over-awed by his hair piece that I felt no peace that morning.
So the speech concluded and K, as he had called himself throughout the speech, rather weirdly I thought, exited stage right (well my right which was his left). It was something like being a premie in the 70's and never being able to say "I think" except Krishnmurti only couldn't say the "I". I kept thinking of the Trial which wasn't the right sort of vibe to be getting into at a K do.
So now I'm late for the surf cause the wind will be coming up shortly so I barge out of the entrance and down the side path in the direction of home and beach and suddenly the side door swings open and a circular knot of blue rinsed heads comes out and none of them are looking in my direction cause they're all looking at the centre of their circle where K huddles. The ladies seem to know that they must come no closer to him than about 5 feet but the one I run into gets up close and personal really suddenly through no fault of her own but I skid to a halt, hold her up and look straight into the face of K from about 12 inches. He was scared shitless.
Now Truth may be a pathless land but my home town certainly isn't and if Krishnamurti got that frightened on paths very often I can understand why he'd be desperate to find the pathless land.
