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Mantra Defined

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Each word or word combination, beyond its formal meaning, has also a sound value. We might think of this as its qualitative or musical value. In music we recognize how sound communicates directly. The finest music and the finest speech resonate to the soul of things and give direct access to a world of meaning. Though we may not always be aware of it, the sound value of words speaks to us on a nonverbal level, and this meaning suffuses the formal meaning we apprehend by memory and association.

We might think of the sound or musical value of words as cymatic, where the geometry and forms of sound that we see in Cymatics have also their psychological correspondences. Under the impress of sounds, patterns arise in consciousnesses that are revelatory. And it is not simply objective sounds, as when we read or speak aloud—it is also the subtle sounds of inner life, the quiet patterns that form in the depths of thought and feelings as we listen, read, or think.

We sense patterns in consciousness, derive meaning, and these take shape in words, pictures, and sound. Our speech gives a body to consciousness, and gives others access to our inner life. We can also say that the sound/consciousness relation works in both directions where sound arises from consciousness and consciousness arises from sound.

In the Eastern concept of “mantra” the usual idea is that there are special words or formulas that, when repeated, give a desired result. As is often the case, a subtler meaning is contained in the root of a word. The word “mantra” is from the Sanskrit word “man” meaning “to think” with the suffix “tra” referring to a tool or instrument. In essence, mantra means “instrument of thought.” We may say that—among other things–mantra evokes thought or consciousness and that right thought or consciousness produces spiritually meaningfully expression or “mantra.”

 

Image from:  Cymatics, A Study of Wave Phenomena by: Hans Jenny

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Transcendental Music

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The legendary idea of the “music of the spheres” rings true. Is an atom musical? Is a planet, a sun, or a galaxy musical? What of the auric sphere, the sphere of thought and consciousness? What of centers and subsidiary centers found in everything? It’s not just orchestral groups that are musical–one can sense the importance of resonance in all spheres where everything from the microscopic to the cosmic is understandable in musical terms. Meditative sensitivity to the transcendental music of life is infinitely more than the usual understanding of musical appreciation. Music, in a profound sense, is encoded with meaning where worlds of essential information are communicated in sound.

Since all is unity, particles of the cosmic song thread their way into everyday life–a human voice, the sound of the rain, or a bit of seemingly ordinary music. But customary conversations are often less conducive to perception than silence or the sounds of nature. And perceptive comparison with more musical expressions may render our usual talk embarrassing. Perhaps in this contrast there is a key of attunement and attainment.

 

Artistic variation on art piece by lilsnipeyxgfx.

The Gift without Name

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They come to you, unifying, communicating, manifesting in sound. We might say they use “music” or “notes,” as that is an analog the brain understands. They play the power through each center, ringing changes through the ascending body-of-light-sound that seems “I.”

They show something of what and why you are in the deep infinite of life, and something of what they are, and something of what all life is. They radiate pure meaning that comes as chords of music.

The waves are infinite in variety and beauty; each strand of musical-meaning sparkles with countless seeds of future life, your life and all life. The essence of the future is there, and worlds of instruction live in each chord. With all perceptions altered, brightened immeasurably, you are grounded at last in reality. Your subsequent life, in so far as it is meaningful, shall be nothing but the translation into action of this music.

The sounds continue in the background of your best thoughts. In greatly muted from they weave their magic through all the days of your life—thank heavens for the muted notes, for fully sustained they would burn your body to ashes. You see now where the obscurations are, where the notes failed to penetrate. But it is only a matter of time before the gift without name redeems everything.