And just sad ones. At one point, young Krishnamurti found himself surrounded by a group of admiring pretty girls from good homes; they served as his attendants, studied and meditated with him, traveled with him; they called themselves gopis — for the cow-herd attendants of Krishna (whose successor Krishnamurti was supposed to be). He kept saying his “work” with them was to prepare them to go to Australia and study with the official prophet of the movement, Leadbeater, who had gone to Australia after a pederasty scandal in India (where he had gone in the first place after a pederasty scandal in England). That was Krishnamurti’s way to pass onto someone else the “work” which he did not seem to understand — he had not yet developed his shtick. The girls did go to study with Leadbeater and one after another all quickly left: they were not nubile boys, so Leadbeater did not care. And he was not a beautiful youth, so — neither did they. The saddest, and commonest story of life: great hope, excitement, erotic buzz, challenge and struggle and then — nothing. Your great hope passes you on to someone a lot less attractive than he.
Roland Vernon, Star in the East, Krishnamurti and the Invention of a Messiah
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