you have to have knowledge. So, I went back to my chalet, believing, most probably in my subconscious mind, that he was going to die. I dreamt in the night that he had died. He had fallen off the sofa as a corpse, and I was responsible. I ran and picked him up, put him back on the sofa and I shouted, “Sir, I am here, I am here .” I was trying to bring him back to life by talking to him, but he was dead. I woke up in agony. It was 5:00 in the morning and I was drenched in sweat thinking that Krishnamurti had most probably died. A terrible thought passed my mind. Was that dream an intution?
Anyhow, I went to my notes again and started repertorization of all his symptoms. I wrote down everything, and I studied the case again. And, as I did that proper repertorization, the remedy appeared clearly
I had given the most sophisticated remedies so far, nothing was working – suddenly it dawned on me, and I said, “Oh my God, this is a case of Phosphorus!” And then I could not wait. I usually made my visit at 8:00 a.m., but at 7:45 a.m. I was already there to see if he was still alive. Krishnamurti was very weak, but nevertheless still alive. “How are you, sir?” I asked him, and he replied with horrible groans and wheezes. I asked him to open his mouth, and I put in a dose of a high potency of Phosphorus, 1M. Afterwards I left, and then returned in the evening at around 5:00 p.m., my regular evening visiting time.
On this second visit I went straight to his room but he was not there. I got a fright again thinking most probably he had died and they took him away. I got out of the room and I saw him coming from the bathroom – he’d gotten up himself and he had gone to the bathroom . “Sir, what did you give me?” he asked looking at me. “It doesn’t matter, it’s called Phosphorus,” I told him. He replied, “I feel so much better.” In that short space of time, between that morning and 5:00 in the evening, Phosphorus had brought down his fever and made him feel well again. He was even able to get up, although he was still totally exhausted and really no more than a corpse. Three more days he was almost totally well.