Omies

I bumped into a fellow Omie a few weeks ago on the Thai islands. 

Yes, that’s right.  An “Om”ie.   As soon as the term was coined by my friend, I knew PRAY's potentiality had expanded.

om·ie  

/ ōmē/

Noun

A homeboy or homegirl in conscious expansive community wearing a PRAY Om talisman or pendant. 

BOB

Perched in one of my daily spots, a recycled bamboo chair our family ocean-front bamboo tables, a few friends were trading stories of serendipitous travel connections over the years along with other spiritual elucidation.  This divine day my presence was graced by one of my all-time favorites; Bob, an iconic American, 1960’s hippie along with a few memorable beach mainstays.  How has my life become so exquisite that I sit in conversation on a daily basis with some of the world’s most enchanting, extraordinary, mythical, benevolent, altruistic and sentient souls?  They are not only a part of my daily life much of the time, but we have become global family and cross paths in special places around the world.

HIMALAYAS

The Omie story has roots dating back four and a half years, at a time when I journeyed to Nepal’s famed Annapurna region to trek The Circuit via the India silk-route.  A prior street chai stop in Delhi, India en-route was enough to postpone my Annapurna Circuit trek by an entire month.  Due to rancid chai water, within hours of arriving in Kathmandu, Nepal, my insides were, well, outside.  Combined with impenetrable pollution, my now defenseless immune system and lungs had succumbed to a powerful upper respiratory infection that seized my body making me stop, forcing me to rest.  Hmmmm, do I sense a theme in my life?  At times.  Luckily Kathmandu is a hub of cool travellers, trekkers, hippies, monks, Israeli’s, designers, jewelers and artists.  Most days I spent hanging out at a cool Israeli café named OR2K.  My facial features resembling Jewish-Israeli ancestors, plus daily sightings at OR2K, gave me an “in” with a crew of local ex-pat Israeli hippie artists and bad ass musicians: Zuri, a couple of his friends including an Israeli gal jewelry designer who, it turned out, owned a falafel stand and jewelry shop in Thailand and spends time each year designing in Nepal, her French boyfriend, a crazy North American gemstone dealer who had taken too many drugs in his time but was too interesting not to talk to, and Silke, the angel Russian non-profit worker and professional partier and my adventurous and crazy travel partner at the time, Rick.  My official welcoming into this eclectic, eccentric Kathmandu ex-pat family was an invite to Shabbat dinner at Adi’s house, the owner of OR2K.  

SHABBAT DINNER at ADI's HOUSE, KATHMANDU

The second, more glowing and substantial invite came from Silke, who would solidify global relationships for years to come and make an imprint on my gypsy traveling heart I did not dream possible.  At the time, four years ago, I was still stuck in negative mind patterns force-fed by Western fear-driven family and society: if you are sick don’t play, don’t have fun, don’t go out, stay hidden away.  Small experiments throughout the previous couple of shined messages that blatantly contradicted my old, otherwise limited paradigm: play with my boundaries, friends are more healing than staying home alone, the world is full of supportive and conscious creatures who will heal, the Universe will support me in my endeavors even if I am sick.  Playing with these ideas while supported by one of my very first angel fairies Silke who was full of encouragement, I decided to flow to this party with veritable strangers on an unknown journey into the middle of the Himalayan foothills.  Because I was so sick with infection the moment of this welcoming invitation,  listening to my intuition in this moment set a course in my path for future events.  It was one of the first times I heard my intuition loud and clear saying “go, join, flow”,  even though it battled incessant thoughts for an entire 30 minute drive, broken records of the past churning in my head, spewing fear of the unknown, terror I wouldn’t be taken care of, goodness knows what else.  It is a very strong cultivation of my inner intuition that later guided me on path to envision and create PRAY.  Hallelujah, hallelujah. 

ANNAPURNA REGIONt 

We arrived at what appeared to be a magnificent, enormous, white mansion.  A mansion, in the middle of wide open countryside, literally at the foothills of the majestic Himalayan mountain range.  I had been living in $2 per day guesthouses where hot water was only available during sunlight hours, my sleep sack required for the pre-requisite raunchy bedding, and tremendous care for personal cleanliness, although that went out the window the minute I stepped in the door.  Awe, grandeur, breathtaking, a site to be hold, but without a moment to spare, we were led inside the just-as-jaw-dropping mansion.  Pictures lost in the folds of my memory I cannot describe the house in detail, but what I do remember is the scene itself.  Our eccentric, dreaded, hippie-rag dressed, instrument-ensconced crew all gathered in a circle on hand-made cushions on a shiny wooden floor.  Guitars, harmonica, pipes, herbs, stimulating conversation about life, this was my first proper exposure to a family hippie bonding.  Guitar strumming began, swaying to the music, and so we had an organic jam session.  Never in my life had I been privy to music that was created.  This was not re-created music, nor music being played.  Pre-written songs would have been foolish in this moment, with all magic in the air.  One person played chords and rhythm that matched his essence, another joined using deep eye gazing for communication with his own personal musical creation, and then another.  This musical creation was similar to live jazz, but a little different and oh so much yummier.  Soon we were all participating in an unparalleled jam session, throwing around percussion instruments or banging the floor to add beat. 

ZURI, RICK, ADI, ISRAELI MUSICIAN, KATHMANDU

In the middle of this spectacular jam session, just behind the musicians, an otherwise unnoticeable door against the white wall opened.  I thought there was smoke floating around our room.  I was laughably mistaken.  A huge cloud of smoke fills the doorway when it is ajar.  As if this scene were a movie, and he were walking out of a manufactured set, next out walks the man I would come to know as Bob.  Without saying too much I will share that what I know about this incredible man is that he is extremely successful.  He is a scientist.  He writes $ billion proposals for things we care a lot about.  He helps influence and shape our society.  And he is a proper hippie of the most magical variety.  During our jam session Bob had, in fact, been writing one of these very important proposals.  Luckily for us he took a break to join the music, grabbed a guitar flowing right in and picking the vibe up yet another notch higher.  Gray beard, lax mannerisms, “hey man, yeah man” speak, Bob seemed to have time-traveled straight out of America circa 1965 and into his house in Kathmandu, circa Spring, 2008.  Magic.  This was my first encounter with the seeming all-knowing, all magical Bob.  I thought it would be my last.    

INTUITION.TRUTH.TRANSFORMATION

Good little intuition, later leading me to treasured crystal home in Thailand.  In this space I meet and cross paths with friends on the conscious gypsy path: Bali, India, Thailand and so on.  Sometimes these connections are seemingly impossible.  Nowadays I don’t bat an eye.  One and a half years ago in this special place I ran into angel fairy Silke.  Because it had been a few years, I did not immediately recognize and waited until I was sure before I re-introduced myself.  As soon as I shared our story of meeting, immediate recognition shone in her eyes, and she excitedly shared that Bob was on his way to our vicinity.  Are you serious!  This time, I was blown away and couldn’t wait to meet this person I was sure was a myth lost in stories of travel forever.  Sure enough, a few days later, Bob pulls up in a boat on our very beach.  Man, did that make me happy.  Already naturally high from drinking in fresh jungle oxygen, gorgeous beings, dance and crystal energy, the huge grin semi-permanently plastered on my face got even bigger.  Bob was thrilled to see me as well.  We spent some time together again this year, on special occasions (special for me, of course, because Bob is, well, BOB; consciousness itself). 

BEN, FRANCIE, ME, BOB- OMIE DAY, THAILAND

The Omie day was one of these days.  A close friend of Bob’s rolls up on our beach by taxi boat on the famed but not yet known Omie day, as we all sat around discussing ethereal and mundane aspects of life, including our wild connection from Kathmandu.  When she came to join us at the bamboo table, my eyes immediately affixed on her chest.  Her bosom was not of interest to me; it was the Om talisman, the Om pendant hanging off a gold chain around her neck.  It was identical to the PRAY Om talisman I was wearing, the one I create.  She was my Om twin.  How could this be?  I had no idea who she was.  Our surreal, other-worldy conversation all of a sudden fizzled away into thin air and I was brought back to earth, completely taken aback by this Om situation.  “Where did you get that?” I asked, almost suspiciously.  Like how do YOU have one of MY Om’s?  Or how is someone else passing out my design?  Although quickly expanding, at the present moment PRAY is a small business, and for the most part I know each and every PRAY customer personally.  Well, dumbass (me), don’t jump to old-pattern-paranoia so quickly.  Time to get rid of that script.  It turns out this conscious being was gifted her Om by my dear friend Niall whom I personally sold a few Om’s to last December.  He gifted 2 of the Om’s to Crystal and her daughter.

We sat there, Crystal and I, staring in awe at one another.  New friends mirroring eachother with shiny, blessed, transformative Om Pendants.  We were beaming light, each for our own personal reasons, but shining bright nonetheless.  Me because PRAY is spreading around the globe thanks to friends, family, customers, and soon, some incredible supporters.  I was also shining because of the divine beings surrounding me, resonating a gorgeous vibration of love, light, support for my essence, my truth, my journey, reflected in material presence of the blessed Om Pendants / Talismans.  All-knowing Bob of course, in that moment, coins the brilliant expression “Omies”.  He observes Crystal and I beaming gorgeous reflection of love and light off one another, laughs, and says, “you guys are Omies, man” in his unmistakable American hippie way.  Omies we are indeed, in more ways than one. 

It is my wish that people, urbanites shall we say, (people in non-jungle societies behaving out of old Westernized paradigm yet dabbling with conscious thoughts and moving towards awakening), fine-tune their intuition so they are always in-tune and living their own personal truth.  It is my wish that   Consciousness of one’s own essence, one’s true self.  The PRAY Om is beyond compare.  In design, in fusion of symbolic ancient transformative sword metals, in creation process involving sword makers, Buddha carvers and monk blessing and final auspicious monk blessing ceremony.  
people around the globe, urbanite or otherwise, are experiencing transformation and awakening to consciousness on some level.

PRAY Om Talismans

There is no other Om Pendant that looks, feels, or does what the PRAY Om does, just as each person is unique and individual with special DNA, energy, perceptions, patterning and imprints.  One Omie recently lost her Om and kindly shared with me, ".. my dear Om Lady... you know what happened? I lost my OM... but you said it will do big things... it did.. it help me to do a big decisions and I think it was the time to go to change the life to someone else... but if we will meet again, be sure I want a new OM... I miss it a lot, it was the most beautiful om I have seen... thank you, thank that beautiful energy which you give to the people!!!".  Every single person has an opportunity to create their life.  That life is here, it is now, it is blessed.  Growing up my mother always said “carpe diem”, seize the day.  I believe she also meant that the time is here, it is now, we have this gift of the present moment.  The only choice is to the most of the present moment and create a life that feels true and feeds the soul.  The power in PRAY’s Om’s and other talismans fuse with a person’s unique energy to amplify omnipresent manifesting abilities.  

Wear, PRAY, Empower

To become an Omie and connect to this high vibration energy with other Omies around the world please visit: www.purerockangelyogi.com