I also took a TM course and was given a personal mantra in the early '70s. I was told by a young man whom I remember mainly as being so blonde and calm he seemed almost translucent that I should never share it with anyone but not what would happen if I did. I can count on fingers and toes the number of times I've meditated since then. I was about to reveal my mantra to you and your readers, in a common spirit of sheer cussedness, when suddenly -- I forgot it. Not completely. Wisps of sound remain. My mantra resembles the name a certain diving bird that perches in dead trees with its wings spread as if to take flight when it is merely drying them off.
I also took a TM course and was given a personal mantra in the early '70s. I was told by a young man whom I remember mainly as being so blonde and calm he seemed almost translucent that I should never share it with anyone but not what would happen if I did. I can count on fingers and toes the number of times I've meditated since then. I was about to reveal my mantra to you and your readers, in a common spirit of sheer cussedness, when suddenly -- I forgot it. Not completely. Wisps of sound remain. My mantra resembles the name a certain diving bird that perches in dead trees with its wings spread as if to take flight when it is merely drying them off.