The story of the Rainmaker, below, is from Hebridean ecologist Alastair McIntosh‘s Riders on the Storm: the Climate Crisis and the Survival of Being. I will the review the book as a whole in a later post. The story was originally recounted by Richard Wilhelm in the early years of the twentieth century. Wilhelm was a long-term resident in China whose German translation of the I Ching included a foreword by C. G. Jung. McIntosh’s context for the story is a discussion of spiritual groundedness in the application of Satyagraha, Mahatma Gandhi’s way of peace and social transformation.
“In the province that surrounded Tsingtao there befell a terrible drought. The grass scorched, the animals were failing, and the people knew that they’d be next. In desperation, they called upon the Protestant missionaries, who came and presumably said their prayers and read their bibles and gave suitably long sermons. No rain.
“So then they called the Catholic missionaries, who came and presumably said Hail Marys and prayed with rosary beans and sprinkled holy water. Still no rain.
“So they called the traditional Taoist and Confucian priests, who came and lit some joss sticks, and set off guns to frighten away the hungry ghosts that presumably had caused the drought. But not a single drop.
“Finally – and interestingly, as the last resort – they called in the Rainmaker. The Rainmaker was a wizened little old man who lived far away. He had to walk a considerable distance from a neighbouring province. ‘What do you need?’ they asked when he arrived.
“’I need nothing,’ he said. ‘Just a hut to go and sit.’
“After three days, there was an unseasonable fall of snow. It melted and relieved the drought. The peasants soon resumed their normal lives. But Richard Wilhelm, being not just any old scholar but a German professor, wanted to know exactly what the little old man had done.
“‘I did nothing,’ said the Rainmaker.
“‘Oh come on,’ said Wilhelm. ‘Was it magic spells, or incantations, or did you just hit lucky that you only had to wait three days?’
“‘None of those,’ he sad honestly.
“‘Well, what was it then?’ demanded the exasperated Wilhelm.
“’It’s like this,’ said the Rainmaker. ‘When I was in my home province, my spirit was in the Tao, the cosmic harmony. But when I got to this province, I found that it no longer was in the Tao.
“’So I went and sat inside the hut, and when my spirit settled back into the Tao, that’s when the clouds began to form.’”
Alastair McIntosh Riders on the Storm: the Climate Crisis and the Survival of Being Edinburgh: Birlinn Limited, 2020
Ever since I first read this story when C.G. Jung referred to it, I remember it as the perfect illustration of how indeed one needs to get his/her inner/outer ‘house’ in order before any change can happen.
Thanks for your comment Cath. I felt strongly drawn to the story when I came across it.
Great story – so true. Looks like an interesting book.
Thanks Ida. The book is interesting and covers a lot of ground, from a review of current climate science, issues of local community development in the Hebrides and around the world and some reservations about XR. I plan a review soon but it needs a bit more thought.
Shall look forward to your review.
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