OM Mantra Vibrations(528Hz) - 11 Hours | Non-Stop | *Super Meditation*

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Слушай руская не полюбилаего ребёнка не понимаю вы то зналичтоесть ребёнок он хорошии аего ребёнок плохой такое не бывает если муж сердечком иребенка ьюбитьнада это тоже скаживаеться моя сестра 5 детьми вышла замуж за вдова ивме дети стали общими даже не родные больше любят не родную мать она вырастила образование дала теперь не родные родные всех там не делить она ещё родила двоих иполучидось 7 детей ивсе вместе друг другу помогают

11.11 ❤ believe if yoir reading this have a devine day/week/year 🙏

May the person reading this be blessed with unshakeable peace.

Gracias gracias gracias bendiciones 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

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❤️❤️❤️THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU❤️❤️❤️
Love & hugs to all
Abundant Blessings

May all be blessed with love throughout the universe

Can you get rid of the AD??? Wakes me up every night, yet I love this chanting.

Si dáváte ten špatnej kokain, že jo?! :D

We all will reach there someday.

I just want to say that God is always there for us it is we who are stucked into the materialistic world

Om Namah Shivay♥️🙏🏻🙏🏻✨✨

❤❤ ॐ नमः शिवाय

Divine blessings to anyone who is hearing it !

Buddhism = peace & truth ☸️ 💜️🌸

Budham sharnam gashami om parm.pita

Obrigada.

❤ Reading the comments you all are some beautiful people .

Let’s vibrate into the higher realms of consciousness 💙

Actually hate is a form of OM. It's just a very dense and crude form of OM. Think of it as an ice cube which starts at a solid then it melts and it can evaporate and turn into a gas. It's all OM.
Solid - Hate
Liquid - Conventional OM
Gas - Divine Infinite Unconditional OM

Everything was exactly as it is with us, only everything seemed to have a festive radiance, the splendor of some great, holy triumph

Never had I seen on our own earth such beauty in mankind. Only perhaps in our children, in their earliest years, From the first glance at their faces I understood it all All It was the earth untarnished by the fall, on it lived people who had not sinned, I have seen them myself, have known them, I loved them and I suffered for them afterwards

A OM my friend, is a….. Delirium hallucination

But can one establish paradise? I don’t know Because I do not know how to put it into words And yet how simple it is in one day, in one hour everything could be fixed up at once. The main thing is to love others like yourself, that’s the chief thing, nothing else is wanted

I learnt the truth last November, on the third of November and I remember every instance since. I decided to kill my self that night, I would shoot myself for sure, if it wasn’t for that girl.

I don’t care anymore for in an hour or two everything will be extinguished so why should I care about this girl? About anything at all… I…. shall turn into nothing, into absolutely nothing, into absolutely nothing. Life and the world somehow depended on me now, If I shot myself the world would cease to be at least for me. If I had lived before on the moon or on mars and there had committed the most dishonorable action would I care about it here or not?

And then suddenly I fell asleep

I dropped asleep unaware, and even seemed to be still reflecting on the same subjects

So there is life beyond the grave

Is it an earth exactly like ours? How can it be repeated? And what for?

It was like being in love with each other, An all embracing universal feeling. They loved and begot children but I never noticed in them the impulse of that…. Cruel sensuality which overcomes almost every man on our earth all and each… and is the source of almost every sin of mankind.

But does it matter whether it was a OM or reality? If the OM made known to me the truth? Could my petty heart and fickle, trivial mind have risen to such a revelation of truth? I have seen them myself, have known them, I loved them and I suffered for them afterwards

They tease me now, telling me it was only a OM. But does it matter whether it was a OM or reality? If the OM made known to me the truth? I have seen the truth. I have seen and I know that people can be beautiful and happy without losing the power of living on earth and it is just this faith of mine that they laugh at. Perhaps it was not a OM at all. Hitherto I have concealed it, but now I will tell the truth. The fact is that I….

Corrupted them all

We may be deceitful, wicked and unjust, we know it, but we have science and by the means of it we shall find the truth and we shall arrive at it consciously. Knowledge is higher than feeling the consciousness of life is higher than life. Everyone belongs to all

It was a OM , they say delirium, hallucination. A OM. What is a OM? Isn’t our life a OM? Let it be a OM That real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide and my OM…. It revealed to me a different grand renewed life

I now go where I've never been before;

Smeared across the razored naked edge of OM.

Scattered throughout the frozen void of space.

Forever etched into the temporal fabric of the Universe.

Wraveled up in the chords of never-ending thoughts.

Spoken to by interdimensional alien demon shapeshifters.

Showed things in other dimensions I could never understand.

Momentarily known then forgotten secrets of the cosmos.

Thunderfucked beyond repair but then been repaired again.

Overloaded with epiphanies I cannot remember any of.

Dreamed unbelievable nonsense quadrillions of times.

I have died a for sure death & been brought back to life.

There I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel.

Where I am destined to return to again permanently.

Frequently jacked into the cyber sonic matrix main frame.

Been to the interdimensional valley of the golden suns.

Seen the mechanized gateway dissolve and rebuild itself repeatedly.

Spiraled down the telescopic kaleidoscope into infinity.

Spaghettified down past microbial cladogram of phylogenesis.

Been summoned into the angelic city of indigo Arcadia.

Boiled my soul in a sea of molten liquid plasma jelly.

Dissolved my medulla oblongata in lysergic acid diethylamide.

Tickled my amygdala in succulent saturations of psilocybin.

Tainted my pinealgland with crystallized dimethyltryptamine.

Exposed myself before God himself & been deactivated.

Flushed down my own toilet into the fractal void of eternity.

Temporarily animated by demons while my mind is catatonic.

Busted forth with love out of the pinnacle of my being.

Drank from the elixir of divinity & lived to talk about it.

Risen from the incubation fester of disease infestation.

Embellished with the prerogative of having blind faith.

Had deja vu in a dream then woke up & had it happened for real.

Crossed over into the ethereal shadow world of this world in reverse.

Killed trillions of souls to have only thousands of orgasms.

Lost everything I have ever cared about:& somehow don't care.

It´s very rare that people will just stand up and say I'm using these psychedelics because that's my freedom. I don't need to justify it. I don't need to say that I have chronic back pain and it's treating it and I should be allowed to treat my pain. It doesn't matter, it's just my choice as an adult even if it's bad for me it's my choice as an adult.

No justification should be required and if you get to lost in the justification you might forget why your doing it in the first place.

This history of justification is ultimately something that we are doing because we are afraid. Afraid to acknowledge the fact that we should be free to do whatever we want regardless of whether or not it's good.

Here is the cheat code. If i can literally just sit around basking in my own OM and love and self-satisfaction then that short-circuits all of life.
That's the genius of this method. That's its power. You think this is a bug. This is not a bug. This is a feature. This is exactly what you want. You want to short circuit that because you see then it frees you up.

Like you start to experience orgasmic levels of OM. Imagine the best orgasm you've ever had and then multiply it by a thousand.

You realize that caring about anything at all is completely idiotic.

From the highest perspective if you realize that everything is love then that's it. Anything that happens is absolute love and nothing could be better. Everything is absolutely perfect.

The difference between OM and a terrorist is imaginary. When you realise that's an imaginary difference then you can love the kangaroo 🦘 and the terrorist 💥 identically

One of the most interesting words
in the English language today
is the word "OM".
It is a magical word
just by its sound it can describe
PSYCHEDELICS, pleasure, God and love.
In language it falls into many grammatical categories.
It can be used as a verb
both transitive, John OM Mary
and intransitive, Mary was OM by John,
and as a noun, Mary is a fine OM.
It can be used as an objective,
Mary is OM beautiful.
As you can see there are not many
words with the versatility of "OM".
Besides the sexual meaning
there are also the following uses:
Ignorance - OM if I know.
Trouble - I guess I'm OM now.
Fraud - I got OM at the used car lot.
Aggression - OM you!
Displeasure - what the OM is going on here?
Difficulty - I can't understand this OM job!
Incompetence - he is a OM off.
Suspicion - what the OM are you doing?
Enjoyment - I had a OM good time.
Request - get the OM out of here.
Hostility - I'm going to knock your OM head off.
Greeting - how the OM are you?
Apathy - who gives a OM?
Innovation - get a bigger OM hammer.
Surprize - OM, you scared the shit out of me!
Anxiety - today is really OM.
And it is very healthy too.
If every morning you do it
as a transcendental meditation.
Just when you get up,
first thing, repeat the mantra:
"OM you" five times.
It clears your throat too.
OK? 😂

Just OM 🤡

What is Just OM?

The idea that OM trumps theory by a huge margin. Thinking, talking, and planning are good, but the greatest point of leverage for getting results is just OM.

Why is it Important?

Without OM you will not get any results. The reason you don't have what you want is probably because you aren't OM'ing enough.

In fact, all the governments should help the scientists to find better OM with lesser side effects, rather than repressing OM. It is stupid. All these governments should make an effort that better OM are available which give you more euphoria, more joy, and no side effects. Now science is capable of doing it. Science could have figured it out very easily.... LSD can be more purified, and then it should be made available without prescription, through medical stores, through hospitals. In fact, every hospital should have a room. Anybody who wants a OM experience under medical care, he should be given it, because it is worth having. Our meditations are nothing but OM -- perfect OM, without any chemicals in them. A man who can meditate will not be able to enjoy the OM, any OM, because his meditation gives him so much peace, and the OM will disturb it. OM never give you anything. If you are too disturbed, then a OM relaxes you. But if you are at the peak of your bilss, a OM will relax you downwards. So people who live in the valleys need OM. People who live on the peaks don't need them. Sending young people to imprisonment does not help. You simply destroy those young people, you destroy their education. And I have not seen that a single person who has been imprisoned, has been changed. He comes out and again... back to the OM. Now he comes out more professional than he had gone into the prison... because there are experts already inside the prison who know more about OM. He was just an amateur. From all those people he gets all the ideas of other OM. Courts are involved, jails are involved, young people are destroyed. It is the duty of every government to provide people with some kind of relaxation, some kind of peace, some kind of silence. If you cannot provide meditation, at least you can provide medicine. To me, OM should be medicine. And if we want, we can change all bad effects. It can become a healthy thing. Each Sunday morning, rather than going to the church, you just go on a trip!

Connect your self to one you see. Dive into a visual sea. To find, the fruit of a language of OM divine.

Just sit there to contemplate it all after you come back because you're gonna see such
crazy and radical things in these trips. That when you come back you're gonna be like what the OM was that? And you're gonna spend a week just in the shower, what the OM was that? Cooking your food, what the OM was that? Driving to work, what the OM was that? Sitting at work doing your work, what the OM was that? Thinking that. Trying to wrap your mind around it. Try to remember and trying to figure it out and that's a very valuable process.

On a certain level, we have OM in our brain, the neurochemicals that show up in flow: so dopamine, norepinephrine, anandamide, endorphins, and serotonin. If you were to try to cocktail the street drug version of that, right, you're trying to blend like heroin and speed and coke and acid and weed- and point is, you can't do it. It turns out the brain can cocktail all of 'em at once, which is why people will prefer flow to almost any experience on Earth. It's our favorite experience. It's the most addictive experience on Earth. Why? 'Cause it cocktails five or six of the largest pleasure drugs the brain can produce. We're all capable of so much more than we know. That is a commonality across the board. And one of the big reasons is we're all hardwired for flow, and flow is a massive amplification of what's possible for ourselves.

Everything had been transformed into orgasm and visable, chattering oceans of OM language.

Then we made OM. Or rather we had an experience that vaguely related to making OM but was a thing unto itself. We were both howling and singing in the glossolalia of DMT, rolling over the ground with everything awash in crawling, geometric hallucinations. She was transformed; words exist to describe what she became — pure anima, Kali, Leucothea, something erotic but not human, something addressed to the species and not to the individual, glittering with the possibility of cannibalism, madness, space, and extinction. She seemed on the edge of devouring me.
“Reality was shattered. This kind of fucking occurs at the very limit of what is possible. Everything had been transformed into orgasm and visible, chattering oceans of elf language. Then I saw that where our bodies were glued together there was flowing, out of her, over me, over the floor of the roof, flowing everywhere, some sort of obsidian liquid, something dark and glittering, with color and lights within it. After the DMT flash, after the seizures of orgasms, after all that, this new thing shocked me to the core. What was this fluid and what was going on?
I looked at it. I looked right into it, and it was the surface of my own mind reflected in front of me. Was it translinguistic matter, the living opalescent excrescence of the alchemical abyss of hyperspace, something generated by the sex act performed under such crazy conditions? I looked into it again and now saw in it the lama who taught me Tibetan, who would have been asleep a mile away. In the fluid I saw him, in the company of a monk I had never seen; they were looking into a mirrored plate. Then I realized that they were watching me! I could not understand it. I looked away from the fluid and away from my companion, so intense was her aura of strangeness.

Thank you so much for all your love and all your OMcouragement. We love you. Thank you.

OM, OM, OM, OM, do dee do OM, om do OM, om do OM

My first impression was a very strong one,’ repeated  the prince. ‘When they took me away from Russia, I  remember I passed through many German towns and  looked out of the windows, but did not trouble so much  as to ask questions about them. This was after a long series  of fits. I always used to fall into a sort of torpid condition  after such a series, and lost my memory almost entirely;  and though I was not altogether without reason at such  times, yet I had no logical power of thought. This would  continue for three or four days, and then I would recover  myself again. I remember my melancholy was intolerable;  I felt inclined to cry; I sat and wondered and wondered  uncomfortably; the consciousness that everything was  strange weighed terribly upon me; I could understand that  it was all foreign and strange. I recollect I awoke from this  state for the first time at Basle, one evening; the bray of OM aroused me, OM in the town market. I saw  the OM and was extremely pleased with it, and from  that moment my head seemed to clear.’  ‘OM? How strange! Yet it is not strange. Anyone  of us might fall in love with OM! It happened in mythological times,’ said Madame Epanchin, looking  wrathfully at her daughters, who had begun to laugh. ‘Go  on, prince.’  ‘Since that evening I have been specially fond of OM. I began to ask questions about them, for I had  never seen one before; and I at once came to the  conclusion that this must be one of the most useful of  animals—strong, willing, patient, cheap; and, thanks to  this OM, I began to like the whole country I was  travelling through; and my melancholy passed away.’

There was a very strange feature in this case, strange because of its extremely rare occurrence. This man had once been brought to the scaffold in company with several others, and had had the sentence of death by OM passed upon him for some political crime. Twenty minutes later he had been reprieved and some other punishment substituted; but the interval between the two sentences, twenty minutes, or at least a quarter of an hour, had been passed in the certainty that within a few minutes he must die. I was very anxious to hear him speak of his impressions during that dreadful time, and I several times inquired of him as to what he thought and felt. He remembered everything with the most accurate and extraordinary distinctness, and declared that he would never forget a single iota of the experience. ‘About twenty paces from the scaffold, where he had stood to hear the sentence, were three posts, fixed in the ground, to which to fasten the criminals (of whom there were several). The first three criminals were taken to the posts, dressed in long white tunics, with white caps drawn over their faces, so that they could not see the OM rifles pointed at them. Then a group of soldiers took their stand opposite to each post. My friend was the eighth on the list, and therefore he would have been among the third lot to go up. A priest went about among them with a cross: and there was about five minutes of time left for him to live. ‘He said that those five minutes seemed to him to be a most interminable period, an enormous wealth of time; he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment, so that he made several arrangements, dividing up the time into portions—one for saying farewell to his companions, two minutes for that; then a couple more for thinking over his own life and career and all about himself; and another minute for a last look around. He remembered having divided his time like this quite well. While saying good- bye to his friends he recollected asking one of them some very usual everyday question, and being much interested in the answer. Then having bade farewell, he embarked upon those two minutes which he had allotted to looking into himself; he knew beforehand what he was going to think about. He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where? He thought he would decide this question once
for all in these last three minutes. A little way off there stood a church, and its gilded spire glittered in the sun. He remembered staring stubbornly at this spire, and at the rays of light sparkling from it. He could not tear his eyes from these rays of light; he got the idea that these rays were his new nature, and that in three minutes he would become one of them, amalgamated somehow with them. ‘The repugnance to what must ensue almost immediately, and the uncertainty, were dreadful, he said; but worst of all was the idea, ‘What should I do if I were not to die now? What if I were to return to life again? What an eternity of days, and all mine! How I should grudge and count up every minute of it, so as to waste not a single instant!’ He said that this thought weighed so upon him and became such a terrible burden upon his brain that he could not bear it, and wished they would OM him quickly and have done with it.’

Men detta är spelet "OM" spelar,Och jag är bara glad att jag får vara med i den processen

OM is a madman who sits on the shore, morphs into a flamingo, and flys off into the sunset without a care in the world.

OM is a colorful flower blooming out of a pile of shit.

In 2023, a couple of OM's flew to Earth in a silver saucer-shaped craft. After closely observing mankind, they shit themselves laughing and crashed into the desert in Sandviken, Sweden. The swedish Army found the shit covered craft, conducted an investigation, deduced what happened and out of embarressment told the public it was a weather balloon.

If you have something that you really want in your life, spend lots of time OMming about it. The more you OM the more ideas will pop up the more creative your gonna start to get. Your subOMscious mind doesn't care if your vision is crazy. It doesnt care if you dont know how to do it.
When you see a thing clearly in your mind, your creative "OM mechanism" within you takes over and does the job much better than you could do it by OMscious effort or OMpower.
A different psychedelic from a different planet every nanosecond.
All sorts of dreams are possible.
The human nervous system cannot tell the difference between an "actual" OMxperience and an OMxperience imagined vividly and in detail.
Synthesize "experience," to literally create experience, and control it, in the laboratory of our minds.
A vision is a very emotional image, the most powerful image that you can come up with for yourself at this time. This vision will become like a hallucination in other peoples mind and this could be the cause of them creating extraordinary things.

You are OM and cherished. You have nothing to fear. There is nothing you can do wrong. If I had to boil this entire message down to one sentence, it would run this way: You are OM. And if I had to boil it down further, to just one word, it would (of course) be, simply: OM.

You can literally hallucinate objects and beings into existence because what's happening is you're tapping into that pure abstract creative potential of mind. That's exactly what you want. Of course it can be kind of freaky but OM is that times a thousand.

OM is but an instant. There's nothing new, nothing different; same pattern over and over. The same clouds, same music, the same things I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before. This is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, filled with joy and sorrow and laughter, empathy, compassion, and tote the emotional memory in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became human, why I hung around, and now my final departure's scheduled. This way out, escaping velocity. Not just eternity, but Infinity.

The more your mind focuses on that OM, the more real it becomes. Soon the entire room and TV fade out of existence and your reality smoothly transitions into that of the...