About two months ago I saw a video on Youtube about "The Rice Experiment." It's a famous experiment first performed by a Japanese researcher named Dr. Masaru Emoto, and done by many others with similar results since. The basic experiment was to test the effect of words upon rice.
Rice of identical origins and cooking was put in three separate, sterilized jars, then a lid put on the jar. One jar was given a label saying "love." The second jar was given the label "control." And the third jar's label was the word "hate." The jars were put on a shelf at normal room temperature in a row with about two feet between each jar. Each day the jars were spoken to individually, with the word love spoken to the love jar, the word hate spoken to the hate jar, and the control jar completely ignored.
After several weeks the rice in the love jar appeared to be in perfect condition. The rice in the hate jar was moldy and spoiled. The rice that was ignored was in the worst condition of all, and had completely rotted.
One day I happened to have two slices of sourdough bread, commercially made, and decided to see what would happen if I put each one in its own ziplock plastic bag, with the word love written on one, and on the other the word hate. I was sloppy with my experiment, and just put them on the table near each other. I began the experiment about April 1st, really, more or less for a joke. Every day I spoke to the love bread, not just repeating the word love a couple of times, but emoting to the dear little slice of bread about how much I loved it, and how beautiful and good it was. Then I told the hate bread that I hated it, it was ugly, I was sorry it was in my house, and I was going to abandon it. After about a week there was no difference in the two slices. During the whole experiment the only change was that I put a plate on the hate bread accidentally and squashed part of it. I had a hard time telling the hate bread that I hated it, and decided to just ignore it, and spend my moments with the love bread praising it to the skies.
The result? Today I ended the experiment, and except for the hate bread being squashed, both slices looked like they were just baked. I tore them up and threw them in the yard for the birdies.
What bothered me was that the condition of both slices was nearly perfect after over six weeks. It ain't natural. This bread wasn't bread at all, but some chemical look alike. It would not have gone bad had it laid on the table for a year.
I think I will try again on rice.
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