Harsha's Monkey Story

[Guest guest]

Dearest Harshaji,

 

Wonderful monkey story!

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

Harsha wrote:

 

Thank you for sharing your vitality and creativity and the many

riches of your gifts of poetry with us Mazie. I always enjoy reading

the stories of your childhood and this one about the cat named Lucky

was wonderful and very touching. Lucky was lucky to have you as a

friend. I hope we get to meet you and your beloved Robert some day.

 

The story of your cat Lucky reminded me of my monkey story. My monkey

has no name however. He was not my monkey even. He belonged to a man

who used to take his many monkeys around and do tricks in the

neighborhood. People and children used to gather around and watch and

then pay him coins and money.

 

It is a short story. This is what happened.

 

We were living in India and I was around 5 years old or so. This man

brought his monkeys around to do a show in our neighborhood. We

gathered around. My brother who is a year younger was with me. It all

happened in front of our house. We joined the crowd to watch. The

monkeys were dressed in villager clothes and were dancing and doing

what the monkey owner wanted them to do. It was all entertainment.

 

All of a sudden, I felt a strong negative vibration. I saw that one

of the monkeys was giving me a dirty look and felt he was going to

attack me. I felt this in a tangible psychic way, although there

seemed to be no reason for this as the monkey owner had the monkeys

on leash and seemed to be firmly in control of the monkeys.

 

Within a minute, the monkey who had given me a dirty look, started to

dance as commanded by his master. He was dancing in a circle around

the crowd. As soon as he reached near me, he broke the leash and

attacked me viciously as if I was an enemy from a past life. I

shrieked in horror and screamed wildly. The monkey clawed me and

showed me his teeth. The monkey was not happy with me. The monkey

owner was shocked and got the monkey off me. He said that this had

never happened before. My mother came running. My brother was

laughing so hard he could not stop.

 

Well, I still remember that monkey. I think of him as my monkey. I

had bad karma with him that had to be worked out and I am glad we

did. I hope the monkey got his satisfaction.

 

At Sri RamanaAshram, there were many monkeys and Bhagavan used to

feed them and was their friend. Not everyone liked monkeys and I have

heard that occasionally Bhagavan's devotees would chase the monkeys

away instead of giving them food. Sri Ramana felt that monkeys should

be treated with respect as they were at the Ashram before people got

there.

 

Anyway, the moral of the story perhaps is, "Be nice to everyone,

(even monkeys) and give them the respect due".

 

Love to all

Harsha