´I
WON´T LEAVE´. Amy Mitchell hated Krishnamurti and she hated Goa music.
What´s more , she hated it when videos on youtube are played out loud
and she was performing her studies - her situation was pretty
understandable - she had a final project going and so she was very
stressed out , and so.........
There was that other student - that
elderly man whom it happened to be the case with , nobody in the office
buildings had the courage to tell to go.
Mad , she asked him one day to leave , and he told her kindly ´miss , I don´t mean to disturb you - I won´t leave´.
´But I´ve told you three times to leave since you refused to keep the volume down´.
´Look miss , you can leave , and let me finish my listening´.
´Why do you listen?´
´Because listening is an art. Ever read Momo?´
´Yes. I read the book , a damn good book. But she didn´t listen to this kind of horseshit´.
´It´s not horseshit really - it´s just a matter of taste what you like to listen to´.
´I´ve got a final project going. Please´.
´I will not leave , miss. I don´t mean to show you any disrespect´.
The day after she was at the Dean´s office , explaining things.
´I knew of the case of Mister Louis Chevraux. One day a student
complained about him just like you are doing now. It was a male student
named Jean Tieste Daumier. He was from a small village in France and he
was studying medicine. He went to Louis Chevraux. The day afterwards ,
he was reported missing to the police by his parents. The police
searched everywhere for him , so we too tried to have him removed´.
´Why couldn´t you just get him out? It´s not that he´s such a big deal´.
´No. He´s a big fan of Goa music and Krishnamurti. One day he listens
to Krishnamurti speeches all day , and tries even to imitate
Krishnamurti - says it´s important to be a part of Krishnamurti´s state
of beingness. Then tries to forget and let go of the music he listens to
so he can enjoy it to the fullest extent over and over again. He´s been
like a real mystery to all of us but he´s such a sweet and nice
gentleman , until.........´
´Until what?´
´Until he snaps......and that´s the moment people disappear´.
´I won´t buy into this bullshit. I won´t let you scare me over an old man´.
´He´s not old. He´s 53´.
´That´s old to me , I´m 28´.
´Think he can´t make a 28 year old woman disappear?´he asked her and looked her dead serious in her eyes.
´This is a college student like me and we´re both in the same college´.
´This is no ordinary college student. This is a uniquely scary Krishnamurti follower.´
´Fuck this. Fuck you and fuck this Goa - Krishnamurti shite´.
´Telling me to go fuck myself is really telling you to go fuck myself. I´m a Krishnamurti fan too´.
´But surely Krishnamurti can´t be that scary. He was one of the good guys wasn´t he?´
´So does the story go´he said , and told her ´but you know the official
version of the story - it says he was a good guy. Me thinks , he wasn´t
.
´Why do you think he was being evil? Yet you´re a Krishnamurti fan. That confuses me´.
´Of course. Most Krishnamurti fans are officially labelled the good
guys because they´re really fake Krishnamurti fans. But a real
Krisnamurti fan understands the sinister quality of Krishnamurti´s state
of beingness´.
´I thought this was about him - not that Krishna froth mouther´.
´Look miss. Krishnamurti is a froth mouther to you but he sure ain´t no
one. Don´t you want to be in charge of your life? So don´t mess up with
the Krishnamurti / Goa fan then. Don´t listen to that Goa stuff if you
don´t want to. I love Goa , I love Chillout , Psychill , you name it´.
´Ok , I´ll try to the best to listen to you. But I love that room he spends time in´.
´Yes. So try , really try to focus. Maybe he´s teaching you to focus´.
´Which of them?´
´Begs the question doesn´t it?´he asked her.
So she went home. She took off her clothes and went to the bathroom.
A shadowy figure of an elderly gentleman passed her by. She could swear she could hear two voices talking.
She went out of the bathroom when she was done washing herself up clean
, and yelled ´ok guys. Fun´s over. You broke into my apartment , you
didn´t ring the bell. Get the fuck out of my house´.
The voices kept talking to each other.
´Do you hear me? Get out of the house! This is no joke. I´m being dead serious!´
´We´re well aware that you´re being dead serious´, said a familiar
voice - and she became so frightened she put her hands before her face ,
tears ran down both her skins , she shivered and trembled , and peed
and even shitted on the floor.
´Krishnamurti is dead!´she said as she tried to release her growing sensation of terror.
´Well young lady. The story goes I died. But thing is , I found my way in´.
´Your way into what?´
´My film , young lady. I find you pretty. I like young ladys. I haven´t
had a lady for decades now. May I come see you now?´he asked her and
she could notice a black shadow approax her which transformed into an
image of Krishnamurti.
Krishnamurti was standing right in front of her. His eyes however , were yellow.
´No way. You´re not Krishnamurti. I take it , you´re some kind of phantasm!´
´Well miss. Thing is , I stepped in. And you´re stepping in with me´.
The other shadow approaxed her , and she noticed it change into that of
the man who had gone missing from the Krishnamurti / Goa case.
´I
asked to be videotaped - and I looked long and hard into the video
camera. I then felt myself somehow drawn into it , and drawn into it´s
world , until it´s world became my world - the world of a few decades
back in the past´.
´Are we going back in time?´she asked her.
´No miss. You´re the captain of your ship. You tell me , where we´re going to?´
Terrified , she tried to run but the door was stuck - there was no way to open it.
´There´s no way to run from the highest manifestation of Truth , and
believe me , I´m not that manifestation and you are neither´.
´Then what is the highest manifestation of truth?´
´You have to answer that question yourself. Now allow me to take you into my arms´.
She took his arm , and he put his arms around her , and the man with them put a video camera on the floor.
´Pretty unbelievable isn´t it?´he asked her. The man was always a
bloody genius. I had no idea he could do things like that. But for some
reason his eyes became yellow when he came to the Other Side. And he
noticed there a camera waiting to videotape him , and so he continued to
lecture , continued to teach.
´History records he´s dead and buried!´
´Is that so?´Krishnamurti asked her.
´If you´re really him - how come you´re living in your own movie´?
´I cannot prove to you if I am really living in my own movie´he told
her , and he told her to look into the video camera and she looked and
stared.
She kept looking and staring and then closed her eyes.
The moment she opened them again , she knew she had gone someplace else.
The video cameras had gone with them.
The police came looking for her and her parents came to her home and
were crying at the disappearance scene , where they estimated she had
gone.
But police could clearly notice her footprints and those of the missing man.
The guy who had warned her stood behind the Krishnamurti fan , and asked him ´why´?
´Beats me mister. I have to keep the volume this way. I have to keep listening to these videos. ´
´Are you being punished?´
´I don´t know. Are you?´
´Why is he doing this to you?´
´It´s not he who is doing this to me. I am theorizing , it´s probably me who is doing this to him.´
