Apr 102000
 

Palden (see Tulkitoes) mentioned the first Hundredth Monkey Retreat which he and Sheila held in August 1995. There were 120 people doing meditation and growth-work with the aim of sending inner aid to world crisis zones and to help nurture positive world change. As it happened he says, the ‘Bosnian’ war stopped on the very day they did some concentrated work on it.

Using my power to share, I wove Bach’s flower remedies, Yogi Ramacharaka’s teachings and the hundredth monkey story into my book The Nanta Devi Miracle.. Here is an excerpt:

“At night, Emet was too excited to sleep. He read the introduction to Bach’s flower remedies three times. He read it again. These were Bach’s own words. ‘The action of these remedies is to raise our vibrations and open up channels for the reception of the Spiritual Self, to flood our natures with the particular virtue we need and wash out from us the fault that is causing harm. They are able, like beautiful music or any glorious uplifting thing which give us inspiration, to raise our very natures and bring us nearer to our souls and by that very act bring us peace and relieve our sufferings. They cure, not by attacking the disease, but by flooding our bodies with the beautiful vibrations of our High Nature, in the presence of which disease melts away like snow in the sunshine.
There is no true healing unless there is a change in outlook, peace of mind, and inner happiness.’

It occurred to Emet that in the year 1904, while Yogi Ramacharaka in India gave his historic fourteen lessons on the occult, Dr. Edward Bach walked the green meadows of England, intuiting flower power. How long did it take us to listen! I must tell Aruna about Yogi Ramacharaka, he thought.

Something else was nagging him. Of course! The hundredth monkey! Indian society is being transformed by the morphogenetic field phenomenon!

At last he slept.

What Emet had remembered during the night was a Japanese experiment conducted on the island of Koshima many years ago. There, Japanese scientists had watched and studied the behavior of local monkeys over a period of more than thirty years.

The monkeys were fed sweet potatoes dropped on the beach. Thus the staple food of Koshima monkeys was sandy potatoes, until one day an eighteen months old female took her potato to a nearby stream. She washed it and then ate it. Other young monkeys watched and soon learned the trick. Older monkeys copied it from the young.

After a period of six years, something strange happened. All at once, reportedly on the same day, the entire tribe of monkeys, including those on the other side of the island and on the mainland washed their potatoes before eating them.

Scientists call this a morphogenetic field phenomenon, which is another expression for ‘critical mass’. It means if a certain number of a species develop certain organismic properties or learn a specific form of behavior, these are automatically acquired by the other members of the same species, even if there is no conventional contact between them.

In Koshima they thought the phenomenon occurred as soon as one hundred monkeys had learned the trick, Emet said. I’m not sure they really counted.

So civic sense and good government may have been brought about by a morphogenetic field phenomenon? Aruna pondered. It is of course true that the critical mass is a relatively small number.

I wish I could remember whether it was five or fifteen per cent, she thought aloud.

What?

I was thinking of that American town, I forget the name.

She frowned. ‘It came into prominence because it had the lowest, almost zero crime-rate. Researchers invaded the place to find out why. The town had absolutely nothing to visibly distinguish it from any other mid-American town of similar size. Eventually they ascribed the phenomenon to the fact that a number of towns-people were into some kind of spiritual practice – Yoga, Zen, Reiki, Church, meditation.’

Aruna put down her cup.

‘I am sorry’, she shrugged, ‘I don’t remember the percentage. It seemed quite small.’

Am I closing a circle? I started sharing Tulkitoes’ story, and became aware of my own need to be listened to.

If you don’t listen, I get angry.

If I am angry, I hurt you.

Yes, Tulkitoes, this is what we humans do to each other until we learn to be still.

 

Dear friends, whoever, wherever you are – I am listening.

Last week I had a letter from Douglas Webster who saw my Greetings Dear Travellers on The Path and wants my help to get hold of a full set of Yogi Ramacharaka’s books. My reply bounced twice. I hope he ultimately received it, but I will repeat here: You can get the Yogi Ramacharaka books from D. B. Taraporevala Sons & Co. Private Limited, 210 Dr. Dadabhai Naoroji Road, Bombay 400 001, India.

On our return this weekend, there was a letter from Philip Evans, saying it’s so refreshing to find someone who takes joy in the teachings of Yogi Ramacharaka. Phil says:

“But listen for the quiet voice of the masters
whispering to you,
for they will help to remind you
when it is time to move on.”

  One Response to “The Hundredth Monkey”

  1. love and light