Meditation and Me, Me, Me

A funny thing happened on the way to enlightenment

Vivian McInerny
Human Parts
Published in
3 min readMay 17, 2023

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I really should be enlightened by now.

Some people envisioned their future with flying cars. I pictured not a car but my body flying or, more accurately, levitating. Nothing fancy, just a modest hover. Enlightenment would make me humble that way.

Alas, I have failed to float so much as an inch. Unless you count the occasional bounce of excitement on the bed where I typically meditate. It feels like an electric “Oh! Oh! Om!” current passes through me. It is noticeable. But it is not flying. More like a shiver.

It’s also possible that I left the window open.

As a teenager I read an article, I think in Psychology Today, about meditating with a mantra. A mantra was described as a meaningless sound. The article said any sound would do the trick, and that Om was popular. I did not care to be popular. I was edgy and deep, dang it! But after supper one night I went into the living room, popped the clutch on the old recliner, closed my eyes and silently repeated a sound. It worked! I was about four Oms short of enlightened when Dad asked for his chair back. That was just as well because I didn’t want to frighten the family by accidentally flying around the house.

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Vivian McInerny
Human Parts

Career journalist, essayist, fiction writer, and life-long spirit-quester.