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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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