Om!

Home!

As I was performing my morning meditation this morning, I was slowly chanting the “Om Namah Shivaya” mantra. I was making the sounds of this ancient mantra, my voice deep in resonance. I began to notice how these words sounded like the English word “home.” Then, I began to notice the words ET was crying out during his attempt to return to his spaceship:

“Hoooommmmmme.”

“Ommmmmmmmm.”

That’s what “home” sounds like, isn’t it? “Om.” It is though we are using the power of the “Om” mantra whenever we say the word “home.” Who in the world created this English word for our home? Did someone with a tie to Sanskrit who understood the meaning of that sound create our word for home?

It’s as though somebody hid an ancient mantra within the most widely-loved and widely-used English word on the planet.

Home.

It’s as though somebody planted the most holy of sounds within the walls of a word that is taken for granted and never even considered for what it really represents. “Home” is a word that contains the most primordial of sounds, “Om.” It is so beautiful! It is as though the ancients seeded our world with sounds and symbols that would never be recognized by the material world. It is as though we’ve never lost our connection to the ancient path, even if civilization has tried to over the last 2000 years.

The most ancient of sounds, the most ancient of words, is hidden within the English language in the most widely used, widely loved, widely sought-after word in the Western world.

Home.

We all seek home. We want to go home. We want to see our parents at home. We long for home. We want a safe, secure, loving home. We want our home to be comfortable and pleasurable, filled with loving things and loving people.

Home is where the heart is.

It’s as though Steven Spielberg and whoever wrote the “ET” movie planted ancient wisdom within that movie, disguising a cute, adorable alien with the most primordial of wisdoms. It’s as though his words—“hooooommmme”—seeded the consciousness of humanity, in a way, with something that it knew deep down, but wasn’t aware of: and still isn’t.

His cry for “home” was a crying out of the ancient mantra, “Om.”

We are at home with Om. Om is home. In Om we are at home.