Repost! Repost!: Two Stories!: my cat 'Lucky" and my monkey "bad karma"

07-07-2003, 01:42 PM

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
-----Original Message-----
From: Mazie Lane [mailto:sraddha54 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com]
Sent: Sunday, May 05, 2002 11:42 AM
To: HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com
Subject: [HarshaSatsangh] my cat 'Lucky'
Dear Friends,
Sometimes a pear, or a particular kind of cat will awaken a memory of a time
when i was so the epitome of Innocence about Life and Death and Love and
Beloved, and, well, EVERYTHING. For example, this tale:
At ten years old i was sent to stay the summer with my Aunt Lila (how
apropos a name!) in Marysville and later Live Oak. The reason being that i
had somehow drawn that long straw, or is it the short straw, well anyway,
some stick of destiny had been clasped in these tiny tender child-hands, and
i knew i had an engagement with God in His Office of Life. i was diagnosed
with JRA. Say what, God!? So Saying, He meant what He said, and it said -
"You better buckle-up for this ONE, Baby!"
So to prevent my playing like the Fun-Loving fool that i was, i was sent to
stay in my Aunt's home for the summer, no children, no games, no
stimulation, no form of finding freedom as a kid in any way. Or so they
thought, Ha! Mazie had her every means and ways of finding that Center Core
of Brightness, even then, oh God of Love, especially then!
The high shrubbery became the deepest, darkest steaming jungles of Africa.
And now, knowing what i know of my lifetime in Africa the last time out, i
am not surprised at my choice of locations for this mad adventure of One
being many. The Mimosa tree was never more exotic than when i would climb it
and search the horizon for my Beloved One, for Yes, yes, even then i was
using or being used by this Heart to send a beacon call to my Beloved One,
saying, "HEY! Over Here Beautiful! i'm living in an African-California
jungle and i am awaiting Your entrance into my Heart once again!" The dolls
that were kept in plastic wrap and high up on shelves of memories of when
Auntie's children were little lovers, they found their way into my world
too. They became my congregation, listening to long-winded sermons about
turtles and silver rings and stories about Daisies who would claim all
Hearts again, Oh! did i ever have a song and dance down. Little Richard,
James Brown, they had NOTHING on me and my sparkling, spinning, lightening
little hooves a having a harvestball all along that yard's length. A
Cotillion of One!
So i spent my summer going to a tiny library that was but a tiny room or
two, but i knew that God had stuffed that little Mind-Shrine Repository with
just the right books to convey the Immensity of His His-ness at that
juncture in my little ten year old Heart and Life. i found a book about
reincarnation, i grabbed "The Brothers Karamazov," and i sent my sails
skyward higher then, the "Mahabharata" just rippled my Mind into endlessness
of Bliss long-remembered from some ancient white temple where i and my
Beloved One had Mated and Communed as One Heart, and oh the stories about
Curious George all intertwined with Drona's Eyes Seeing, with Krishna
reappearing nightly lifting away every thought of pain held by the
child-mind, that Ancient and Unfathomable Mind held in a child and with a
Heart That had held SuchSuchnessSoClosely. Myriad of worlds were opened up,
no bound being in Live Oak or Oroville, nothing held the pilgrim in that
tiny prison of pain unending, for there was that, THAT which was the Real
world, the real side of Seeing.
So on and on this summer goes, and here's the human side of the Heart of a
child being tested-tasted by Love, by God, by that Indefatigable Beloved
One, it's this:
i had been given my very own cat, a kitten chosen by my Love and by my
desire to adore and cherish something, someONE as my own, my own Beloved,
and this form appeared as this little kitten of black and white. i named him
"Lucky." Oh just so lucky lucky lucky in Love to have a cat who loved me! i
dressed him up in sweet doll clothes, for he was my baby darling adorable
one. i saved all the best tidbits of ham or sweet roll or the cream off the
milk we got in bottles, and i would serve my Darling Kittyness of God each
day. We were inseparable, as in, "Oh there's Lucky, and OH! there's Mazie,
so where to find Mazie for supper? Find that Lucky cat a lagging along after
that child."
It was a test of every fiber of my Heart-strength to have to go away for
that summer and leave him behind. i begged my Daddy, (for that's what i
called my sweet papa) to allow me to take him with me, but alas, my Auntie
could not be around cats for the reason of an allergy, (OR SO THEY TOLD ME!)
Lucky was left in the care of my family, and i was assured that when i
returned we could take up where we left off in our communal gladness as
kidness loving catness and right on around the circle. So this is the thing
that happened. Ahhh! Life is a Kissing Fool! And i was all open-mouthed
Innocence and bravery and acceptance and insanity at everything ever after
about Life and it all. So, this:
i remember it as clearly as this Moment before me Now, i was standing in the
back African jungle, beneath a gigantic blue-mauve Hydrangea bush, and it
towered over me, and Daddy towered above me like a giant obelisk blocking
out the sun. and the giant blockage was trying to say something to me but i
could not quite make out and understand anything It was mouthing out at me.
i had a Bartlett pear in my hands, half-eaten, the sweet and sticky juices
still clinging to my lips and dripping down my angelic face, for it was an
angelic face! Beloved God had it in mind to try to make a wicked wild wonder
of the future look like a cherubic angelic ray of Light as a child who would
tread upon every sacred valley and every high and lofty mountain path to
find her Beloved One. And this Father is saying this, for i can finally
understand the words the sentence of utter despair and heartbreak. He said
so clearly now, and so filled with caring and Love, -
"Baby Sunshine, your cat got kilt yesterday. Lucky was taken after playing
in the road with another kitty."
And then the Darkness. The Horror, the Despair, the Utter Agony of all that
could ever be imagined as Horror and Pain in a young heart who trusted in
that name, "LUCKY!" i dropped the pear mid-bite, i dropped to the earth and
fainted full away in this revelation that i could not, could not contain in
my tiny Heart-bud vase of Love. For He had just proclaimed that my Beloved,
my best chum and friend had been snatched into Oblivion, and without so much
as a good-by Meow. i resented everyone, everything, and especially my mother
and father for making me leave my home to stay "inactive." i made a cruel
and spiteful vow in that instant to play so hard, to run so far, to leap and
dance and flip about til my entire body and bones just crumbled into dust
that screamed in pain. i did not care about anything except Lucky and his
sweet memory being held high by my actions of getting even for this, for
this unbelievable Horror of Death and all it filed my heart with. i knew
that there was no death, knew what dying meant, and yet, i did not give a
flip about that, i was grief-stricken and betrayed and bereft and no one, no
one could help me in this Absolute Aloneness.
i learned much at that ten year old mind-crushing thing. Oh so, a cat died
one might say, so what, they do it all the time, and people die and there's
a maybe mind-split, but this, THIS cat was the Beloved filling in for my
Beautiful Beloved One, and he had just been squashed into a furry platter of
frisbeeness.
So later i'll tell about my adventure in nearly resurrecting him by digging
up his (most likely) rotting little corpse to hold and to say "i'm so sorry
i left you and forgive me and please come back to life,"but that is another
story all together my beloveds.
Love,
Mazie

07-07-2003, 04:00 PM

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Harsha wrote:
> Harsha wrote:
>
> >Thank you for sharing your vitality and creativity and the many riches of
your gifts
of poetry with us Mazie. ...

Hi Harsha,

For your information, your message displays 'wrong' in both my
Safari and Internet Explorer browsers. (I work on a Mac.) The
lines extend very far to the right out of the window. I have to
keep scrolling to the right and it is virtually impossible to read.

Regards
Benjamin

07-07-2003, 04:20 PM

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Harsha wrote:
> Harsha wrote:
> >
> >

Namaste Harsha,

The monkey probably knew you would be a moderator haha.
I actually owned a few monkeys at different times, three in fact. I
learned more about humans by watching them than anything else.
One Macaque, jo-jo, used to pull the clothes off the line and try and
wear them. He used to love double bubble gum, and could do tricks
with it. Occasionally he would escape and terrorise the
neighbourhood, running across roof tops and getting in windows etc.
He would swing from the light and drink tea out of the teapot. He was
quite a character; he had a bell in his cage, which he rang for
attention or food. The only thing he had a problem with, was girls he
would try and look up or down their dresses, whilst 'self gratifying'
so to speak. Complete sex maniac, a bit of bare flesh and he was
away. I knew some humanzees like that.
My squirrel monkey used to run around the house, and push my wife
away from me, when he got jealous. I had another monkey, a spider
monkey but he became vicious and I still have the scars and nerve
damage from his bites on my hands. He was starting to bite my wife so
I had to hold him whilst he bit me instead and then I put him in the
closet. Where he proceeded to trash all the clothes therein. He was
given away to a pet shop. I also had several parrots and birds at the
same time, not counting my large family, ten kids and a mother in law.
It was a complete menagerie. I eventually donated the monkeys to a
zoo, where there was more space and treatment etc.

Wild should be left in the wild.

I would have difficulty working out the reasons for all this karma
hahahahaahah...........ONS....Tony.

07-07-2003, 05:29 PM

---- Original Message -----
From: "Benjamin Root"
To:
> Hi Harsha,
>
> For your information, your message displays 'wrong' in both my
> Safari and Internet Explorer browsers. (I work on a Mac.) The
> lines extend very far to the right out of the window. I have to
> keep scrolling to the right and it is virtually impossible to read.
>
> Regards
> Benjamin
>

Yes, Harshaji...Not fair! Not fair!
In point of fact
I think that you should rewrap
Says little Lady Joyce...so there :-)

And when you're done
You should repost
So Ben-ji does not have to scroll
So far offscreen his eyes will roll

So we can read about Mazie's Lucky
And your bad, bad karmic monkey
In peace and bliss and cosmic ecstasy
Instead of visual insanity

Love and monkey business,
I mean, kisses,

Joyce

07-07-2003, 06:09 PM

Dear Sanghis,

Sorry about the wrapping or lack of it. I am not a tech whiz. Don't
know why some posts look good and others don't wrap. Will look into
it Benjamin ji.

Welcome to all the new members. Have not had the time to write
a "Thanks and Welcome" post for a while....maybe this week.

Thank you everyone for all the wisdom, insight, and humor as well.
Don't want to mention names right now. May forget someone.

You are all the best!

Lots of love
Harsha

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "jjsassoc"
wrote:
> ---- Original Message -----
> From: "Benjamin Root"
> To:
> > Hi Harsha,
> >
> > For your information, your message displays 'wrong' in both my
> > Safari and Internet Explorer browsers. (I work on a Mac.) The
> > lines extend very far to the right out of the window. I have to
> > keep scrolling to the right and it is virtually impossible to
read.
> >
> > Regards
> > Benjamin
> >
>
> Yes, Harshaji...Not fair! Not fair!
> In point of fact
> I think that you should rewrap
> Says little Lady Joyce...so there :-)
>
> And when you're done
> You should repost
> So Ben-ji does not have to scroll
> So far offscreen his eyes will roll
>
> So we can read about Mazie's Lucky
> And your bad, bad karmic monkey
> In peace and bliss and cosmic ecstasy
> Instead of visual insanity
>
> Love and monkey business,
> I mean, kisses,
>
> Joyce

07-07-2003, 06:28 PM

Poetry for a mere bug report?

It doesn't take much to get you inspired!
I wish I were that energized...

Benji

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "jjsassoc" wrote:
> ---- Original Message -----
> From: "Benjamin Root"
> To:
> > Hi Harsha,
> >
> > For your information, your message displays 'wrong' in both my
> > Safari and Internet Explorer browsers. (I work on a Mac.) The
> > lines extend very far to the right out of the window. I have to
> > keep scrolling to the right and it is virtually impossible to read.
> >
> > Regards
> > Benjamin
> >
>
> Yes, Harshaji...Not fair! Not fair!
> In point of fact
> I think that you should rewrap
> Says little Lady Joyce...so there :-)
>
> And when you're done
> You should repost
> So Ben-ji does not have to scroll
> So far offscreen his eyes will roll
>
> So we can read about Mazie's Lucky
> And your bad, bad karmic monkey
> In peace and bliss and cosmic ecstasy
> Instead of visual insanity
>
> Love and monkey business,
> I mean, kisses,
>
> Joyce

07-08-2003, 07:51 AM

Dear Sir,

You could donate the monkeys anyhow but to whom did you donate
your family!!!!

Yours

Chilukuri Bhuvaneswar

On Tue, 08 Jul 2003 Tony O'Clery wrote :
>--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Harsha
>wrote:
> > Harsha wrote:
> > >
> > >
>
>Namaste Harsha,
>
>The monkey probably knew you would be a moderator haha.
>I actually owned a few monkeys at different times, three in fact.
>I
>learned more about humans by watching them than anything else.
>One Macaque, jo-jo, used to pull the clothes off the line and try
>and
>wear them. He used to love double bubble gum, and could do
>tricks
>with it. Occasionally he would escape and terrorise the
>neighbourhood, running across roof tops and getting in windows
>etc.
>He would swing from the light and drink tea out of the teapot. He
>was
>quite a character; he had a bell in his cage, which he rang for
>attention or food. The only thing he had a problem with, was
>girls he
>would try and look up or down their dresses, whilst 'self
>gratifying'
>so to speak. Complete sex maniac, a bit of bare flesh and he
>was
>away. I knew some humanzees like that.
>My squirrel monkey used to run around the house, and push my
>wife
>away from me, when he got jealous. I had another monkey, a
>spider
>monkey but he became vicious and I still have the scars and
>nerve
>damage from his bites on my hands. He was starting to bite my
>wife so
>I had to hold him whilst he bit me instead and then I put him in
>the
>closet. Where he proceeded to trash all the clothes therein. He
>was
>given away to a pet shop. I also had several parrots and birds at
>the
>same time, not counting my large family, ten kids and a mother in
>law.
>It was a complete menagerie. I eventually donated the monkeys to
>a
>zoo, where there was more space and treatment etc.
>
> Wild should be left in the wild.
>
>I would have difficulty working out the reasons for all this
>karma
>hahahahaahah...........ONS....Tony.
>
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07-08-2003, 09:18 AM

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "bhuvan eswar chilukuri"
wrote:
> Dear Sir,
>
> You could donate the monkeys anyhow but to whom did you donate
> your family!!!!
>
>
> Yours
>
> Chilukuri Bhuvaneswar

Namaste,

They all grew up and are living their own lives, here in Canada and
in Australia. Except one daughter lives in our basement suite. They
really weren't my animals or children, I was just looking after them
they belonged to the Sakti, as does the body I inhabit.I learned a
lot from the monkeys, especially about human desires, moods, sexual
desire, thievery etc.It was a step on the road to realising the ways
of the body are its own ways...ONS..Tony.

07-10-2003, 09:55 AM

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "Tony O'Clery" wrote:
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Harsha wrote:
> > Harsha wrote:
> > >
> > >
>
> Namaste Harsha,
>
> The monkey probably knew you would be a moderator haha.
> I actually owned a few monkeys at different times, three in fact. I
> learned more about humans by watching them than anything else.
> One Macaque, jo-jo, used to pull the clothes off the line and try and
> wear them. He used to love double bubble gum, and could do tricks
> with it. Occasionally he would escape and terrorise the
> neighbourhood, running across roof tops and getting in windows etc.
> He would swing from the light and drink tea out of the teapot. He was
> quite a character; he had a bell in his cage, which he rang for
> attention or food. The only thing he had a problem with, was girls he
> would try and look up or down their dresses, whilst 'self gratifying'
> so to speak. Complete sex maniac, a bit of bare flesh and he was
> away. I knew some humanzees like that.
> My squirrel monkey used to run around the house, and push my wife
> away from me, when he got jealous. I had another monkey, a spider
> monkey but he became vicious and I still have the scars and nerve
> damage from his bites on my hands. He was starting to bite my wife so
> I had to hold him whilst he bit me instead and then I put him in the
> closet. Where he proceeded to trash all the clothes therein. He was
> given away to a pet shop. I also had several parrots and birds at the
> same time, not counting my large family, ten kids and a mother in law.
> It was a complete menagerie. I eventually donated the monkeys to a
> zoo, where there was more space and treatment etc.
>
> Wild should be left in the wild.
>
> I would have difficulty working out the reasons for all this karma
> hahahahaahah...........ONS....Tony.

Your post made me smile. I once heard the ego compared to a monkey that
ultimately had to be returned to the zoo. It was a twist on the Prodigal Son.
We let ego take over our life and then make excuses for all the damage that it
does.