Crossing my legs in Adrha Padmasana, I inhale deeply to begin. Lips part, and a single vibration escapes: ॐ Aum. The impersonal absolute – the source of all manifest existence. Repeating aum I level out my breath, searching for a point of focus within. My flow interrupted as purple paint glides down my forehead, eye- lid, cheek, dripping from chin to chest. I struggle to regain rhythm; more paint falls onto my head. I reverse the video and all the layers peel off till I am clean once more. Aum reversed and sped up is not aum any longer, it is now the high pitched sound of bees buzzing close to your ear.