Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon...



There is much talk in metaphysical and spiritual circles, about the concept of "reaching critical mass" which will produce a major shift in consciousness on our beloved planet, which in kind, will also effect the raising up of our entire Universe...

In speaking to a fairly large group of enlightened individuals a couple of weeks ago, I was surprised that many o

f them had not heard of the idea of reaching critical mass or the concept of Ken Keyes' classic, "The Hundredth Monkey", it was this scientific breakthrough that led up to this awareness...

I am sharing it here, so that those who have not heard of this phenomenon, will be likewise enlightened and encouraged...literally the future in our hands, minds and hearts...

In the book The 100th Monkey Ken Keyes, Jr. tells the story of a scientific research study on monkeys that supports the notion that quantum shifts can occur when a population reaches a “critical mass.” This phenomenon is often referred to when one is in need of evidence to support the belief that an optimistic future is possible for humankind. The 100th Monkey empowers us to have faith that if enough people will just think the right loving and compassionate thoughts —

When we reach the 100th human—or whatever number is the tipping point—then suddenly, almost magically, our world will shift.

The Hundredth Monkey
by Ken Keyes, jr.

The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.

In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkeys 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!

(from the book "The Hundredth Monkey" by Ken Keyes, jr. The book is not copyrighted and the material may be reproduced in whole or in part. You can look at the whole book also.)
 

"The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs" (by A.Wolf) as told to Jon Scieszka...


Found this delightful little gem of a book at work in the "Reading Adventureland Exhibit"... it really appealed to my sense of humor, so I just had to share it here...:)

"The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs" (by A.Wolf) as told to Jon Scieszka...

(or probably more aptly titled, "The Big Bad Media Strikes Again"...LOL)

"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs.
Or at least they think they do.
But I'll let you in on a little secret.
Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard my side of the story.

I'm the wolf.

Alexander T. Wolf.
You can call me Al.
I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing at started, but it's all wrong.
Maybe it's because of our diet.
Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That's just the way we are.
If cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think you were Big and Bad, too.

But like I was saying, the whole Big Bad Wolf thing is all wrong.

The real story is about a sneeze and a cup of sugar.

THIS IS THE REAL STORY...


Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a birthday cake for my dear old granny.

I had a terrible sneezing cold, and I ran out of sugar.

So I walk down the street to ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar.

Now this neighbor was a pig.
And he wasn't too bright, either.
He had built his whole house out of straw.
Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of straw?
So of course, the minute I knocked on the door, it fell right in.
I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Pig. Little Pig, are you in?" No answer.
I was just about to go home without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.
That's when my nose started to itch.
I felt a sneeze coming on.
Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you know what? That whole darn straw house fell down.
And right in the middle of the pile of straw was that First Little Pig...dead as a doornail.
He had been home the whole time.
It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I ate it up.
Think of it as a big cheeseburger laying there.

I was feeling a little better. But i still didn't have my cup of sugar.

So I went to the next neighbor's house.
This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother.
He was a little smarter, but not much.
He had built his house of sticks.
I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered.
I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?"
He yelled back, "Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another sneeze coming on.
I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you're not going to believe it, but this guy's house fell down just like his brother's.
When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig...dead as a doornail.
Wolf's honor.

Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open.

So I did the only thing there was to do.
I had dinner again.
Think of it as a second helping.
I was getting awfully full.
But my cold was feeling a little better.
And I still didn't have that cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.

So I went to the next house.

This guy was the First and Second Little Pigs' brother.
He must have been the brains of the family.
He had built his house of bricks.
I knocked on the brick house...No answer.
I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?"
And do you know what that rude little porker answered?
"Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite!
He probably had a whole sack full of sugar.
And he wouldn't give me even one little cup for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake.
What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold coming on again.
I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.
And then the Third Little Pig yelled, "And your old granny can sit on a pin!"

Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow.

But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a little crazy.
When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's door.
And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real scene.

The rest...as they say...is history.


The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had for dinner.

They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that "huff and puff and blow your house down."
And they made me into the "Big Bad Wolf."

That's it...The real story...I was framed!"

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"The Starseed Transmissions" by Ken Carey

A sharing from my morning reading (or re-reading, as I am currently revisiting an old classic friend:)

"Yours is not a tame God to be confined in the reverent concepts, but a vibrant, playful energy, the very soul and Spirit of Life! He comes to Earth not to be somber and devout, but to dance, sing and enjoy all the He has created.

Do not allow the gravity of your planet to weigh upon your cons

ciousness...Matter still co-exists with the rising Life energies, do not conceive of your world with such gravity.

Lighten up with the merriment of Christ. Even now the awakening Child is showing Himself to your scientists and mathematicians through playful impossibilities that thwart all their rational explanations. He is laughingly holding up the stage props of contemporary contentions, running to and fro, catching them as they fall, seeing how long He can keep His presence a surprise...

Come play with us in the wonderland of Matter. It is long years that you have dreamed of your entry into these realms. Your dream has come True! Wake up and see where you Are!

If the world sees the happy exuberance of the awakening Creator shining in your eyes and thinks that it is irresponsible in the light of this or that growing crisis, patiently explain to them what is happening. Tell them something of the new perspective. In the moment of your presence, in the moment of your being, tell them what you are experiencing and they might experience too.

Let them see that your happiness, your peace, and your serenity are not yours alone, but the reflection in your Life of a Being who will always be at His greatest ease."

~ Ken Carey (excerpted from "The Starseed Transmissions")
 
 

"Cross Creek" by Marjorie Kinnans Rawlings

 
A sharing of a favorite piece of writing of mine on the Nature of Our Great and Beloved Mother...

"If there can be such a thing as instinctual memory, the consciousness of land and water lie deeper in the core of us than any knowledge of our fellow beings.

We were bred of earth before we were born of our mothers. Once born, we can live without mother or father, or any other kin, or any friend,
or any human love. We cannot live without the earth or apart from it, and something is shriveled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men...

I had become a part of Cross Creek. I was more than a writer...I was a part of the earth. Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed, but not bought. It may be used, but not owned. It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its seasonal flowering and fruiting. But we are tenants and not possessors, lovers, and not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time..."

~ Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, "Cross Creek"

"Return of the Bird Tribes" by Ken Carey


"There is a movement of Spirit that proceeds from within your heart to greet the world with the clarity of perfect action. That movement is intuitive. It is your direct link with the source of all life. In the instant you know what to do, and in the same instant, you flow into the perfect action required. Trust your intuition. It is an arrow whose shaft has been carved straight and smooth;
unerring and true it flies to its mark. Can the ponderous tread of the rational mind be compared to the swift, sure flight of an arrow? Reason is designed to support, not to lead your action. It is meant to help you implement the purposes of your heart; it is not meant to determine them.

Trust in God by honoring and trusting your intuitive sense. No God would create a creature without the wisdom to chart its course! Trust the nature of your design. God's actions appear within your awareness as the most natural thing for you to do. Following them will reconnect you with the awesome powers of the universe, for all your actions will then be in harmony with the underlying intent of the life force itself.

The incarnational process is a process of relaxation. It is a process of relaxing all thinking that is born from straining and holding on. It is a process of choosing not to struggle against the current of what comes to you through the natural movement of your heart. This does not mean that you close your eyes to the world around you and try to "think only good thoughts." No, you can look at the hunger in Africa and do something about it. You can look at the need for greater communications between nations and do something about it. You can perceive needs in any area and take action, motivated by love, to alleviate the suffering in that area. But though they may encounter problem areas, when your thoughts spring from intuition, they are not sustained through tension, anxiety or fear. They are characterized by God's Love, flowing like powerful energy through your understanding, Happy, knowing that you are there; grateful, because you know you can make a difference."...
 
"Why create yourself in the image of imperfection...
When the Great Spirit, source of all life,
Holds out to you an image of unspeakable beauty?
Can you feel it now...
Fluttering into the atmosphere of your consciousness?
It is defining you as a projection of all that is...
As a steward, a caretaker...
Bearing special gifts of love for the earth and for all her creatures...
For the fishes of the sea...
For the four-footed, the winged, and for all that you perceive. This world lives inside you;
Her creatures are the organs of your body;
They are a part of you...
They are you.

You are this world's organ of consciousness awakening.

You are eternity's love for time...embodied in human form.

Your Being and God's Being are One..."
 
 

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Eternal Wisdom of "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert


"I'm here.
I love you.
I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long.
I will stay with you.
If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it...
I will love you through that, as well.
If you don't need the medication, I will love you , too.
There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love.
I will protect you until you die...
And after your death I will still protect you.
I Am stronger than Depression and I Am braver than Loneliness.
And nothing will ever exhaust Me."

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."

"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism."

"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."

"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."

"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."

"When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."

"To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life."

"Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly."

"I think I deserve something beautiful."

"There’s a crack (or cracks) in everyone…that’s how the light of God gets in."

"There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts."

"Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend."

"You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."

"We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the busy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart."

"In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices."

"Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots."

"Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing..."

"Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be... a prudent insurance policy."

"I am a better person when I have less on my plate."

"Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a FRIEND… "

"There is a reason they call God a presence - because God is right here, right now. In the present is the only place to find Him, and now is the only time."

"When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It's safe. Let go."

~ Elizabeth Gilbert ("Eat, Pray, Love")

Monday, August 1, 2011

Today's Featured Writer ~ Jack London

Jack London 

(1876-1916) American writer. Jack London (John Griffith) lived a life that was full of adventure, some of which he dramatized in his most famous works,is known for "Call of the Wild" and "White Fang." His best novel, "The Sea-Wolf," was based on his experiences at sea. 

Gerald Haslam writes, "Jack London has been more widely read and translated than any other American author in history." This book offers selections from many of London's best-known works, many of which depict adventure in all of its various forms.

Life Merging Into Fiction

London was able to write with a fresh and vital perspective because he lived many of the adventures he wrote about in his tales. From an early age, he was able to survive by various legal and illegal means. He was an oyster pirate, paperboy, salmon fisherman, fish patrolman, and sailor. He worked in a canning factory, a jute mill, and a laundromat.

Then, in 1897, London took part in the Klondike gold rush. He would later write that he found himself in the Klondike. He said, "There nobody talks. Everyone thinks. You get your true perceptive. I got mine."

Publishing the Tale

Jack London's first book was published in 1900. In the years to follow, London's stories, novels and other works covered a wide spectrum of human experience. He wrote about the dehumanization of a human being in "The Apostate": "There had never been a time when [Johnny] had not been in an intimate relationship with machines. Machinery had almost been bred into him, and at any rate he had been brought up on it." But, London is able to tap into something far deeper than the surface horrors, injustices and dehumanizations in human nature.
 
He takes us with him on these journeys to discovery, thrilling us with the adventure. His works remain fresh and accessible, because, as Haslam explains, London "helped invent what we think of as modern American prose."
JACK LONDON QUOTATIONS

  • "I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
    - Jack London
  • "Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged my dreams; for they were pictures the like of which I had never seen in real wake-a-day life. They tormented my childhood, making of my dreams a procession of nightmares and a little later convincing me that I was different from my kind, a creature unnatural and accursed."
    - Jack London, Before Adam
  • "The soft summer wind stirs the redwoods, and Wild-Water ripples sweet cadences over its mossy stones. There are butterflies in the sunshine, and from everywhere arises the drowsy hum of bees. It is so quiet and peaceful, and I sit here, and ponder, and am restless. It is the quiet that makes me restless. It seems unreal. All the world is quiet, but it is the quiet before the storm. I strain my ears, and all my senses, for some betrayal of that impending storm. Oh, that it may not be premature! That it may not be premature!"
    - Jack London, Iron Heel
  • "The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore rough clothes that smacked of the sea, and he was manifestly out of place in the spacious hall in which he found himself. He did not know what to do with his cap, and was stuffing it into his coat pocket when the other took it from him. The act was done quietly and naturally, and the awkward young fellow appreciated it. 'He understands,' was his thought. 'He'll see me through all right.'"
    - Jack London, Martin Eden
  • "Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tidewater dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost."
    - Jack London, The Call of the Wild
  • "All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of childhood. You were then not fixed, not crystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting."
    - Jack London, The Star Rover
  • "Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land."
    - Jack London, White Fang