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Nothing ever happens without proper cause, however accidental or mysterious it might appear. The roots go deep and are out of sight. I was telling J. Hislop (author of 'My Baba and I') in Bombay at Dharmakshetra the same thing.
The bridge towards Lanka was being built over the straits so that Râma and His army could march across to the realm of the demon King Râvana, where Sîtâ was interned. The valiant monkeys were plucking mountains and leaping vast distances in space with those peaks hoisted on their shoulders, so that they could be thrown into the sea to create a passage for Râma! The monkeys had formed a queue all the way from the Himalayas down to the southernmost point, where the bridge was fast coming up. When the causeway was completed, word went fast along the queue that no more hills are needed and each monkey placed on the ground, wherever it stood, the hill it had on its shoulder at the time.
One hill, however, did not sit quietly. It started bewailing its fate! "Why was I removed from where I was and why am I now refused? Alas! I was elated that I am destined to serve a divine purpose; I was overjoyed that the Armies of Râma and Râma Himself will walk over me. Now, I am neither there, nor where I was!" It shed profuse tears.
News reached Râma, and His compassion was great. He sent word that in His next Avatâr, when He will come again upon His mission in human form, He will certainly bless the sorrowing hill.
(From the Divine Discourses of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)
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