Hearing The Sound Of The Tao

The sacred sound yogis of ancient India heard the sound of creation and called it aum or Ram, denoting the sound personified as an aspect of the divine – Ram is more or less the equivalent of the Western notion of God with the most uppercase G possible and chanting the name over and over: Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram,, etc, constituted and still constitutes one of the purest, highest forms of devotion.

Ghandi had made such a practice of it during his life that when the fatal bullet struck him, he automatically said Ram and died.

My old friend Hanuman the monkey god, when asked would rip his own chest open and there emblazoned on his heart was the word, Ram repeated infinitely.

And there’s the story of the old yogi who chanted it so much it created an automatic Ram-resonance in his body, was heard to be chanting it even when he was being silent – the sound would come out of his chest regardless.

My favourite time for Ramming is when out in public, preferably driving along through busy city streets and as I chant, I see the divine behind the everyday disguises of all the passers-by. I find when I do it and on account of the entrancing effect of the sound, am able to see the divine in everyone, strange miracles tend to occur spontaneously straight afterwards, powerful turns of event that seem to happen all by themselves without instigation or intervention by me.

This isn’t Taoist but broadly speaking it isn’t not Taoist either, even though heavily Hindu in flavour, because it’s universal, so make free to try it out for yourself – it’s a lovely way to pass the time and causes quantum shifts, many fine ones of which I wish you.

Love, B