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Onkohan Goldie Hawn ollut "esillä" jo? Alla hän kuvaa ekaa funtsi-kokemustaan englannin kielellä (jossa jotenkin tuntuu olevan jotain "vissyä"):
Goldie Hawn learning TM -- Superstar actress Goldie Hawn, from her bestseller, Goldie, A Lotus Grows in the Mud:
"I rejoice in the spaces between thoughts. A beautiful woman leads me into a quiet room. The warm California breeze drifts through the open window, gently billowing the curtains and lifting my hair. Dominating the room is an altar, adorned by a pretty pink-and-gold cloth. On it is an exquisite rose in a glass vase and a single lit candle. A picture of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi hangs on the wall above. There is a lone chair in the room. She offers me the seat and whispers a secret mantra in my ear. Just before she leaves the room, she says, "Repeat this in your mind, over and over again." She closes the door behind her, leaving just me and my secret mantra. I have always been drawn to unseen powers, to the mystical and the magical in life. With her help, I am about to discover the power of my own mind. Closing my eyes, I feel the breeze lightly brushing my skin, while in my mind I dutifully repeat my mantra. I can smell incense burning in the room and the rose petals scattered all about me. This is my first experience of attempting to quiet my mind. I chuckle to myself at first. What a cliché I am, sitting here his room, in the seventies, with flower power at its peak, the latest celebrity to join the Transcendental Meditation bandwagon. Whoops! That's a thought. Shhh. I have to go back to my mantra. She said thoughts would come in and out of my mind. "Just witness them," she whispered. "Don't judge them or give them any credence. Let them drift away, and then go back to your mantra." The more I repeat the mantra, over and over, the more I feel my body relax. My breathing falls away to an almost imperceptible rate. My heart beats more slowly, and the blood it pumps through my veins lessens its pressure. Thoughts roll into my busy mind again -- people I must call, places I must go -- and I push them away, hoping for a longer period of calm before the next wave of thoughts. Listening to my mind saying the words of my mantra, sensing their rhythm and primordial sounds in my head, an inexplicable feeling begins to wash over me. Deep inside, I feel I am going down and reconnecting to something I know, like an old friend, that deep place that is ever constant, ever joyous, ever alive with creativity. It is the deeper part of me that knows something. It is such a great connection, and fills me with such joy, that I feel like giggling. Pushing the temptation aside, I carry on, wanting to feel it again. The more I repeat my mantra over and over, the more I let go. As my thoughts flow in and out, I become quieter and quieter in my mind. My consciousness feels like a teabag being dipped into a glass of hot water and lifted out again. I can feel it becoming slowly saturated with nothingness. When I say nothingness, it is sort of a space in time in which no thought takes place. Each time I repeat the mantra, the phenomenon becomes stronger, and the teabag becomes heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper, its rich essences seeping into the water. After a while—I can't say how long—I lose my sense of place. I can visualize the clear glass full of the rich goodness that is my life. I feel like I am merging my spirit with something that is very familiar to me, very safe, and it tickles my joy center. I am filled with a sense of purity, such clarity, like I have never experienced before. There is no ego, no self, no thought. I am just here. Nothing matters. I am coming back to the purest state of being. I feel unadulterated bliss."
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