Om Namah Shivaya

"When we repeat the primordial sound, we link our brain with the consciousness and insight of the creation itself, and bring our mind/brain into resonance with the whole."- Joseph Chilton Pearce

After reading Joseph Chilton Pearce's incisive and mind-opening book, "Spiritual Initiation and the Breakthrough of Consciousness: The Bond Of Power," for a second time, a mantra referenced in the book has stuck with me. "Om Namah Shivaya," is the mantra. On monday morning, I internally intoned the mantra while walking to work. During this short walk (it's only a couple blocks), I had an encounter with a rather temperamental and feisty squirrel hanging out in a tree. I kept intoning the mantra while kind of quizzically gazing at the squirrel. The short, brusque, and spasmodic outbursts from the squirrel seemed mantra-esque.

Did we somehow have a moment via a telepathic mantra conversation?

The world is a vibrational stockpile of varying frequencies. Objects, or the physical vessels composed of multitudinous oscillations and convolutions, have an intrinsic rapport with one another. Objects are contiguous in the vibrational stockpile, in other words. This ultimately means that a squirrel and a man can have a "mantra moment" by a tree. The poetry of the world connects us. The Big Mind connects us. We're linked through sound and sentience.

Squirrel and Man: two baroque configurations in the warped universe of weird, oracular happenings.

As the week progresses, the mantra stays with me. I always go back to it when I feel I am roaming in the mental desert without a purpose. The mantra keeps me from slipping into a mind-state of mechanical complacency and stolidity. At times, the mantra comes to me a little distorted. "Om naya shivayana," or something like that. But then I course-correct and connect with it. I dive in. I let it run me. I let its simplicity steer the direction of the "I". So far it has not led me astray.

It is kind of sad that a lot of people succumb to divisive mind-states. The world could use less "fucks" and "shits". Less verbal pollutants, less thought-pathogens please. Thankfully we have the mantra, a magnet of magnificence, an anchor of consciousness. Eventually it may infect us with all the gifts the imagination cannot even spawn.