Jean Klein

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Jean Klein, master of Advaita Vedanta in the tradition of Ramana Maharshi and Atmananda Krishna Menon.

As a young man, Jean Klein studied music and medicine in Vienna and Berlin. During this time, he became familiar with the philosophies of Gandhi, Lao Tze, Chuang Tzu, Tagore, Coomaraswamy, Aurobindo, and later became acquainted with the writings of the French philosopher Rene Guenon. What struck him about Guenon’s views was the distinction he made between the traditional and the Tradition–the latter being a principle, which is transmitted from teacher to disciple through intitiation. He remarked of this approach: “This awoke in me that it was actually humanly possible to become fully integrated and awake in the whole.”

Jean Klein left Germany in 1933 and spent World War II in France, secretly helping thousands to escape from Germany. After the war, he left Europe for India seeking an environment that would welcome self-inquiry. There, in Bangalore, he met a Pandit–a professor of Sanskrit–who became his teacher and subsequently initiated him into the wisdom of advaita. After living intensely with this understanding, one day the teaching became an awakened reality–a living truth that became fully integrated in him.

For forty years Dr. Klein responded to invitations from all over the world to share his knowledge.  He lived in Europe and The United States and died in February 1998 in Santa Barbara, California. He is the  author of several books on non-dualism in English and other languages.

-Most of this biographical sketch came from Inner Directions Journal, Fall/Winter 2002.

Here you can read an interview with Jean Klein.

Here you can see an excerpt from an interview of Jean by Lillias Folan.

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8 thoughts on “Jean Klein”

    1. There have been several books published by Jean Klein and a couple of them have just been re-published; I Am, Be Who You Are, Who Am I, The Ease of Being and The Living Truth.
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  1. …to read a book is look into the mirror and see an illusion…to write a poem is to know thyself and discover that we are nothing if not, love loving love…further up & furthter in….^^~~~~~

    shiva’s shakti
    (sarasvati chants to shiva)

    “….for I was amazed
    Under the tide: but now I breathe again
    Aloft the flood, and can give audience
    To any tongue, speak it of what it will.”
    -Shakespeare

    my other self so my brighter beloved

    all our other names do us but violence
    as i languish lacking your virility
    so your anguish quickens my fertility
    my song is nothing without your silence

    such wonder as you are not is my grace
    wonderment thriving on bitter transgression
    astonishment striving for sweeter compassion
    such wisdom completes the fullness of space

    so lead me on with devious conceits
    starlit waters dansing teach my hart bright lies
    drown my hart’s truth in your hart’s beautiful eyes
    so lead me on with labyrinth deceits

    your grace must wander through such unknown fields
    is it you or me transfiguring our love
    what meaning has a raven without a dove
    neither way nor both one ancient hart yields

    to more compassion loving more passion
    then unbroken harts dreaming are neither mine
    nor yours nor both but one hart of harts divine
    transfiguration blessing transgression

    my pole star your siren reflects your darkest dreams
    come sweetness danse upon a flood of bitter tears
    one hart transfigures silver seas into golden streams
    such trusting flows beyond truer hopes falser fears

    my brighter beloved so my other self

    so in such glory our love a blissful river
    baptizing stony harts wherein rich goodness lies
    one hart gains by such pains wherein shakti dansing dies
    light reveals dark love is nothing if not forever

    mark emmanuel christopher valentine
    (© 13 november 2012 dafreewhitewolfe.wordpress.com)

    Antoine de Chandieu (1534-1591)

    Qu’as tu ? pauvre amoureux…

    Qu’as tu ? pauvre amoureux, dont l’âme demi morte

    Soupire des sanglots au vent qui les emporte.

    N’accuse rien de toi.

    Ton mal est ton désir,
    Et ce dont tu te plains, est ton propre plaisir.
    Tu n’as autre repos que ce qui te tourmente,
    Et t’éjouis au mal dont tu vas soupirant,
    Buvant ce doux-amer qui t’enivre et qui rend
    Ton plaisir douloureux et ta douleur plaisante.

    what do you have? poor lovers…

    what do you have? poor lovers, whose souls are half dead

    sighing such sobs as the wind carries away

    i blame you for nothing

    your evil is your desire
    and your desire gives both pain and pleasure
    you have no other rest than this which torments you
    and your joy in the pain that gives you sighs
    drinking on such bitter-sweetness makes you drunk
    and your pleasure bitter and your sorrow sweet

    (translation mecvalentine 11 november 2012)

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  2. Objects and subject. Objects is known by the subject. The core is the subject, the knower, the observer, the watcher or the Self. The subject can never know it self as an object, but to know an object there must be a subject, the knower. It is self evident. It is like seeing your own eyes with your own eyes, you can see the reflection of your own eyes in the mirror, but never your real eyes. The first object is nothingness, the inner sky, the mirror of the soul, it provides the purest reflection of the Self, have a deep look at the reflection of your Self there…

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