mani mantra

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Four

-A toddler chanted, “I won’t eat. I won’t eat. Bad seafood. Bad seafood.” Despite the many repetitions of this mantra, I was unable to discern whether the child refused to eat the bad seafood, or whether he refused to eat what he was given and demanded bad seafood in its stead.

-A young boy adamantly denied that he had staged a banana fight at home. His mother told me that he had unpeeled all of the bananas in the house, left them on the ground, and threw the peels at everyone in the house. I am not sure whose story I believe more, but I know which I hope is true.

-An incredibly-coordinated child, no more than eighteen months-old, blew me more kisses than I could catch or count, blessing me and my day more than I had thought possible from one so tiny.

-An elderly woman slowly shuffled towards my lane, one finger outstretched inquisitively. Her impressively wide smile never left her face, nor did her impressively wide eyes leave mine. After inching most of the way to my lane like this, she dropped it entirely, moving and acting as normally as a septuagenarian could. I, to this very moment, know not which persona to trust as genuine, and which was the well-constructed ruse.

-I watched as an infant breached multiple layers of zipper-reinforced security and extracted her grandmother’s credit cards from her wallet within her purse without arousing any suspicion nor attention. Recruitment for my heist squad continues to go swimmingly.

-The position of Register Friend has been filled today by a gazelle whom I have named Giselle, as this is both a beautiful name befitting such a beautiful creature as well as the first name that popped into my head.


Holy mantra carved into boulders around the sacred lake Yilhun Lhatso in Eastern Tibet. 

The whole circumference of the lake is covered in these carved boulders, some large and some small, some half underwater. There must be thousands of them altogether! 


Lakshmi’s Mantra, the Goddess Within

This is a mantra for welcoming abundance, prosperity, feminine power and to honour Goddess Lakshmi. 

OM is the auspicious sound used to chant many mantras. 

HREEM is the supreme essence of the goddess, a bija mantra that complements Shreem. 

SHREEM focuses on our lunar aspects, while Hreem works with the solar. These two bijas balance each other. 

KLEEM works with the energy of attraction, helps us to attract the qualities of Lakshmi in us. 

MAHA means great, and NAMAHA is a word used to denote an adoration of the subject of the mantra.


Our relationship is one built on ironies. The first of which was my intentions. I let it be known, early on, that I had no plans for a relationship. This was to be, I tried to stress, a series of casual hook ups. She would arrive late to my apartment, after hours of studying, and we would Netflix and chill long before I knew there was such a thing as “Netflix and chill.” We shared in our med school misery, enjoyed each other’s company, and the relationship flourished. Four years have passed now and casual is not how I would describe our relationship. 

I was the first to say “I love you.” I was the first to offer to live together. I was the first to bring up marriage. On at least two of those topics I was initially rebuffed and her plans for “career first,” the mantra of many women in a male dominated field, guided our path. The idea of a man wanting marriage while a woman did not was hard to explain to my small town, catholic parents. Living together before marriage was hard for her to explain to her conservative, immigrant parents. Somehow, we both survived the experience.

The last year for us has been a struggle as we redefine our relationship in the face of real responsibility and 80-hour work weeks. We spend our days in different hospitals, frequently on different shifts. It is ironic that, despite both being doctors, our jobs do not overlap in the slightest, as she takes care of children and I spend my day with adults. Much of our conversation now occurs in the short window periods where we both occupy the same space - usually while simultaneously finishing notes or reading about a case for the next day.  

Perhaps the greatest irony is that she some how believes that I am the better half. I am a flawed man in so many ways. I am moody, narcissistic, and a work-a-holic. I definitely do not deliver well on all the things she deserves. Meanwhile, she is brilliant, caring, and spends a fair amount of her time ensuring my needs are addressed. Her resolve and dedication to being a good doctor are inspiring. She forces me to be better in ways she does not understand. 

She is not a princess and our relationship is far from a fairy tale. But she is an incredible woman who impresses me daily. This year has been full of difficulties and I often forget to count my many blessings. She is a blessing. She is my love. She is my future. And I could not be more thankful for that. 

“Those who study are always rebels. They stand to the side and, in their own way, they try to slow down the world. Those who study stop and stand: so, they become subversives and agitators. Maybe, behind it, there’s always unhappiness: a sorrow towards themselves, or the world. But it’s never an escape. It’s just a silent, and, today more than ever, invisible, rebellion.”              -Paola Mastrocola

Invisible rebels

We don’t study anymore. This is obvious. Only a few of us keep exploring the world through languages, philosophy, history, science.

Why? Where did it all go wrong?

First of all, we’ve forgotten the meaning of the world “study”. From the latin term studeo, it, literally, means dedicate oneself to, direct effort and attention to, strive to. Therefore it doesn’t necessary refer to school, and it doesn’t necessarly mean being a grade A student.

In fact, it is a completely pointless action, which should isolate the students and let them alone with their thoughts, giving the pupils the opportunity, in a world so messy, to find their own peace.

Instead we discourage them, telling them to run, get a job fast, get married fast, archieve everything we think they should archieve in the quickest way possible. We love fast food, binge watching, binge dinking. Never rest, never stop and take a deep breath. LIfe is short and the bills a lot. So go out and be an adult.

This all starts in school: once teachers were honorable figures, people who had studied all thier lives and tried to help their students appreciate the opportunity of free thinking, that schools offers. They would bring to the class books and articles, listen to their thoughts and help them learn how to be critical citizens, while still teaching them all the necessary knowledge to face the world. But now? It’s not even the educators’ fault. The school systems doesn’t want people, they want machines. They don’t want opinions, nor couriosity. They fill the tutors’ time with useless assemblies and technology courses, leaving them little, if no time, to read and study.

Nobody asks them to study, nobody cares. So, those who should educate our children, become the most ignorant of all.

Maybe we just do’t care anymore: we praise authors, who declare not to even open a book, and repeat as a mantra that many geniuses didn’t do well at school. What we forget is that Einstein was mostly self-taught, which doesn’t mean he was born like that. It means he studied on his own to become one of the most brilliant thinkers of the last century.

In our fast colture, taking your time to understand a concept, read a book, learn about a philosopher, it’s considered a waste of time. Learning with no purpose, just for the sake of studying, looks like a waste of time.

We value the shock factor, not the informations. We love sensational stories, and don’t care about the facts. We adore sensations and don‘t pay attention to knowledge.

We all are potential geniuses, we all have the power to learn as much as Marie Curie or Einstein, therefore what are we waiting for? We could change the world through words and education.

I challenge everyone of you to find, every day, some time to dedicate to studying: choose any subject you want, maybe a language, maybe physics, maybe geography. Sit silently and enjoy it.

Let’s stop this hectic world for a moment, let’s start a revolution. A quiet and peaceful one.

Be an invisible rebel.

The Power of Chanting

Given our contemporary hectic lifestyles, chanting is the most conducive path of spiritual practice for the times we live in. Chanting has no limitations of time and space and can be done anytime or anywhere. Chanting as a spiritual practice helps to foster maximum spiritual growth and overall well-being. It is a simple and effortless way to still the chatter of the mind. It is one of the quickest and most powerful ways to open the heart and connect with a power greater than ourselves.

Chants move us to a level of awareness beyond form, a place where we discover our own divinity. Different chants have specific purposes for invoking or paying homage to helping spirits and deities. They create a vibratory resonance that allows these spirits to be called forth. As the chant invokes the intended spirits, the chanter comes into resonance with these spirit helpers as well.

Many chants are mantras–single words or phrases repeated over and over. Mantras, when spoken or chanted, direct the healing power of Prana (life force energy). The syllables of each spoken word reverberate specific qualities of energy. As Ute-Tiwa shaman Joseph Rael explains in his book, Being and Vibration, “the consonants propel or give form, while the vowels carry the essential meaning or fundamental truth embedded in each syllable.”

According to Rael, the vowels reveal the power of the word while the consonants conduct the power of that energy into a healing current, giving it physical, mental, emotional and spiritual impulse. The vowel sounds connect us to the spirit world; the consonants connect us to the relative, to placement in physical world. Vowels are spirit and consonants are direction.

When chanting, you should hold the vowel sounds as long as you can. Consonants can be passed over very quickly while chanting. Breathe in through the nose and voice the sound as you exhale through the mouth. The in-breath is Sky energy; the out-breath is Earth energy. Sky and Earth are united.

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One of your many mantras is “Do not worry Yongguk.” As the leader and frequent songwriter and producer for BAP, he has enough on his plate without worrying about you. He would be suspicious if you never have any problems, so you just tell him the little ones, the every day ones like that coworker who always leaves the copier jammed or the grocery store no longer carrying your favorite brand of juice.

When you start getting sick, you start downing cold medicine. You pray it’s just a cold and will go away in a few days. Luckily, Yongguk is busy with the group and rarely home so that makes it easier to hide. He’s so distracted your brushing it off as allergies works.

Unfortunately for you, your cold turns into something worse within the week. The drugstore medicine isn’t even making a dent. Your breath rattles in your chest. Your body burns with fever one second and trembles with chills the next. One day, you can’t even drag yourself out of bed. Your whole body aches.

It’s not until you hear Yongguk calling your name that you force yourself up. You lean against the door frame and cross your arms to hide the fact that it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

Clearing your throat, you say, “I’m here.”

He rounds the corner, the smile on his face instantly dropping when he sees you. “What’s wrong?”

You try to shrug it off. The movement shakes your head and sets it spinning. “What do you mean?”

“You’re pale and sweating. Are you sick?” Yongguk strides forward, worry etched in his features.

“I’m fine,” you promise, backing up. If you can get inside the bedroom, you can shut the door and hold him off. He can’t worry anymore if he can’t see you, your delirious mind thinks.

You take another step back and the world goes black.

When you open your eyes, you’re in a sterile looking room. Slowly, the buzz and murmurs of a hospital make sense in your ears. You look down at the uncomfortable IV that presses into the tender skin on the inside of your arm.

“What happened?” you mutter. The last thing you remember was…

“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” comes Yongguk’s voice, low and even.

You flinch. Turning your head, you see him sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs on the other side of your bed. To say he does not look pleased would be putting it lightly.


“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Despite the calm in his voice, you can hear the anger bubbling just below the surface.

Your eyes fall to your blanket. Rubbing the fabric between your fingers, you mumble your answer.

“What was that?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve got enough trouble. I would’ve been fine.”

The hospital bed rocks when he slams his hand down on the railing. You still won’t look at him. It seems your plan backfired and you’re honestly unsure of how to deal with it.

Yongguk’s teeth crack as he grits them. “’You would’ve been fine?’ You would’ve been fine passed out on the floor of your apartment for hours if I hadn’t decided to stop by?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your hands clench on the blankets. All you’d wanted was to keep Yongguk’s life simple and all you accomplished was making him more upset than you’ve ever seen him.

There’s a pause before he sighs. “Baby.” He tilts your head up with a finger beneath your chin so he can wipe off the tear that slid down your cheek. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, but you scared me. You need to tell me these things, okay? I want to take care of you as much as you want to take care of me, but you’re not letting me.”


“I’m not mad, sweetheart.” Yongguk takes your hand and kisses the back of it. “But you have to promise me you’ll tell me when you’re not feeling well, okay?”

The loving look in his eyes releases the tension from your body and you nod. Yongguk gives you a small smile, squeezing your hand.

“I’m going to go check on when the doctor will be back to look at you now that you’re awake. I’ll be right back. Don’t get into anymore trouble. This was enough for the day.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yongguk chuckles and salutes you before walking away.