Thailand’s last surviving elephant spirit men provide an ancient pep talk
Author Hillary Richard Illustration Peter Oumanski
HUA HIN, THAILAND – On a blisteringly hot day, four frail, elderly men from the forests of northern Thailand approach a makeshift altar. Their arrival causes the assembled crowd to fall silent. Even the elephants, standing stiff and attentive nearby, seem impressed.
There’s no shortage of VIPs here today. The King’s Cup Elephant Polo Tournament is a big event in Thailand, and attendees this year include beauty queens, sports stars and business leaders. But it’s the Khru Ba Yai, the last of Thailand’s elephant spirit men, who command the most attention.
“We come here today to ask the spirits to look upon us with luck and success,” intones spirit man Meu Sala-ngam, 87. Then, ceremonial brush in hand, he approaches each elephant, looks into its eyes and starts whispering.
Historically, the Khru Ba Yai entered the forests to pacify these potential beasts of burden so farmers could capture them. The gift of the Khru Ba Yai is said to be passed down through the generations, but there’s not much call for elephant charming these days—their sons and grandsons do “normal things”—so these four may be the end of the line.
Today, on a rare outing, the spirit men are working with “street elephants,” the riffraff of the pachyderm world, a fact that makes the spectacle all the more remarkable. “Down!” Sala-ngam commands in his ancient dialect, and the elephants kneel dutifully before him. He dips the brush in water and sweeps each elephant’s trunk, while another man places a garland around its neck.
Shortly, the game begins, transforming the arena into a fury of sound, color and movement. The elephants, trumpeting and galloping across the field, seem to be having a blast.
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