Entering the dark room, I took in the smell of incense and sat next to the single candle. Over the next 20 minutes, my guru spoke of meditation’s benefits and bestowed upon me my secret mantra. For my meditations, I was to repeat this foreign word silently as I sat in stillness. The mantra was exotic and interesting. The sitting still was torture. It was 1974 and I was six years old.

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