Maybe if I meditate on my mantra I’ll peace out.
Johnny sat down on the floor and assumed the position—legs folded and ankles crossed, hands resting on his knees with the thumb and first finger together and the last three fingers out straight. Then he began chanting the word he had learned from the guru who had lived next door in the Haight.
“Shrang, shrang, shrang…”
He chanted the word for a few minutes, but he couldn’t settle into the relaxed state he normally found when he meditated. Instead, the barn seemed to grow darker, and a shiver went down his spine. Quickly he stopped.
Whoa! What was that?
Johnny looked around. He felt almost as if someone had come into the barn.
Then, without knowing why, he remembered that just before he found this hiding place, he had called out to Jesu
