100th Monkey

The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30years. In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkey liked the taste of the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant. An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem by washing the potatoes in a nearby stream. She taught this trick to her mother. Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their mothers too.

This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists. Between 1952 and 1958 all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable. Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.

Then something startling took place. In the autumn of 1958, a certain number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes -- the exact number is not known. Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes. Let's further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.

THEN IT HAPPENED! By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them. The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!

But notice: A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea...Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes. Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.

Although the exact number may vary, this Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it may remain the conscious property of these people.

But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!

This is an excerpt from the book by Ken Keyes, jr. "The Hundredth Monkey."

Letter

So, I was rummaging through a drawer looking for something yesterday when i found a letter my gran had written me about 10 years ago. It was after I'd let her read a dissertation I'd written for English class. I dont know why she felt compelled to write me a letter, but I'm so glad she did. It's weird...reading the letter makes more sense now than it did back then. It was almost like a communication beyond the grave...she said in it how no goal should ever be unattainable and that i would never go wrong in life, for a small voice inside would always keep me on the right path and to remember that i would always be surrounded by people who love me.

I burst out crying. I'd been thinking about her just earlier in the day and feeling sad. It's weird,the letter almost had tones of a farewell...although i dont believe we ever truly lose loved ones. I'm not religious in the conventional sense but i truly believe in the continuity of life. to me, it just makes sense. it's more than a belief, more of a knowing.

I'll treasure that letter forever.

To my gran...

This is dedicated to my granny, Jean Binnie, who passed away on Monday. I dont really know what to write, but I have to write something. I miss her so much already, but I know she will always be with us. She was an inspiration to me in so many ways, she was so funny, loving and had a strength of character that never ceased to amaze me. She was and is, one of my heroes.

I think if anything, in the last couple of years when she was staying in a nursing home, I became even closer to her than I had been before. She had so much to deal with these last couple of years, from seriously bad health, a failing body, various disabilities and the loss of my grandad. Any one of those things would have been enough to finish off most people. But not my granny. She displayed so much courage and inner strength that I was really humbled. She defied family and doctors by pulling through from several near-death conditions.

I just wanted to salute her. I've been thinking of writing a poem for her funeral as i did for my grandad, but words just fail me. My mind is still too dazed and numbed. It sucks. But at least I know she's not suffering anymore and she will be with my grandad again, no doubt bossing him about as she always did in life! That, and making undiplomatic comments as was her purview.

The problem.

Abridged extracts from 'Self healing, yoga and destiny' by Elisabeth Haich, one of the most inspirational writers i know. One of the greatest teachers of the 20th century. Interesting points and completely on the ball...

Although our culture has made tremendous progress and reached a high level in art, science and technology, we have completely neglected the author of all these various achievements: man himself. The merest child knows a lot more about the technological achievements of our age: automotive and aircraft engines, radio, television, electronics and a great deal more. But not even adults, nor even the greatest scientists know what man is!

We've forgotten completely that it isnt enough to know the secrets of pyschics, mathematics and chemistry and that the very first subject of man's study, research and understanding should be himself, the discoverer of all these secrets.

While his attention was directed to things outside himself, he neglected to look inside and ask teh question, "Who am I?" This omission has had serious consequences: while technological developments became ever more perfect, man himself became more and more imperfect. At the very time when engineering and technology were enhancing man's personal comfort, his soul was sinking deeper and deeper into dissatisfaction and misery.

A person who has lost himself is plagued by burning unrest and the result of inner dissatisfaction, tragedy within the man, is always war, destruction and cosmic catastrophe. Humanity plunges into misery for the simple reason that people seek happiness outside themselves, instead of the one and only place it can be found: WITHIN!

But the sufferings that often seem to grow and compound themselves finallu force us to turn our attention away from things and toward the person who is suffering: ourself! Sooner or later we must learn that the true reason for our sufferings is our abysmal lack of self-understanding and self-control.

Reminds me of Milton: "the mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven."

My thoughts for the day.

Good quotes

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it
seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an
hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S
relativity.
- Albert Einstein



The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working
the moment you get up in the morning and does not
stop until you get into the office.
- Robert Frost


The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's
there to appreciate it.
- Franklin P. Jones



We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain
the success of those we don't like?
- Jean Cocturan



It matters not whether you win or lose; what
matters is whether I win or lose.
- Darrin Weinberg



Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome.



Help a man when he is in trouble and he will
remember you when he is
in trouble again.



Complex problems have simple, easy to understand
wrong answers.



It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to consider it
creative problem solving.



Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know
where to shop.



Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again,
neither does milk.



Most people are only alive because it is illegal to
shoot them.



Forgive your enemies but remember their names.



The number of people watching you is directly
proportional to the stupidity of your action.



Dont worry that the world ends today, its already
tomorrow in Australia!

Great quote

I think it's from a sanskrit saying, read it and think about it. What does it mean to you?

I am that.
Thou art that.
All this is that.
And that alone IS.

Fantastic...

This is often falsely attributed to Nelson Mandella, but upon doing a little research I found that it's actually by an author named Marianne Williamson. I love it....

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

I'm baaack!

Yup, its been a while and although I considered deleting the whole thang, I'm back and I'm purposefully gonna maintain this blog. Before I was trying to cut down on time wasted online, but I dont consider this a total waste of time...and frankly I'm hoping I can use it as a means to promote my novel. The media blitz has begun and it aint even finished and published yet.

I'm working on a mega website dedicated to my novel: if it were a movie, this would be its trailer lol. I'm so chuffed that after over 10 years of effort I've finished the first draft of my baby and am in the process of completing the final draft. Relief just isnt the word. I feel like I've given birth to a baby...ouchie!

K, so I'll endeavour to update this regularly whether there be anyone out there to read it or not. Before I used to think that blogging was self-indulgent and a bit egotistical but i dont think it is...it's just self-expression. And, as Ellen Bass once said: everyone has the right to tell the truth about his or her own life. I love inspirational quotes, I just love em, so let's end with one from Steve Weinberg:

The more the universe seems incomprehensible,
The more it also seems pointless…
The effort to understand the universe
Is one of the very few things
That lifts human life a little above the level of farce
And gives it some of the grace of tragedy.