Many years ago there was a sailor who had traveled to many different countries around the world. He had been to many places and seen many different sights. One day as he was sailing across the seas he came upon an island and decided to rest there for a while. He moored his boat on the shore and began to look around. All around the island was a beautiful white beach and behind the beach was dense tropical jungle. All was quiet until… He thought he could hear a faint noise in the distance and tilted his head to listen. He sensed it came from within the jungle and walked closer. Sure enough, once again he heard this faint noise in the background. He started to hack his way through the foliage in order to make a pathway. The more he moved inland the louder the noise became. He continued to cut his way through until eventually he reached a clearing and there in the middle of the clearing he saw an old man sitting crosslegged on the ground. The old man had his eyes closed and was chanting \u201cMo, Mo, Mo\u201d in long, soft tones. The sailor stood and watched and listened. \u201cMo, Mo, Mo,\u201d continued the old man. Eventually the sailor approached the old man and tapped him on the shoulder. The old man turned slowly around and smiled. \u201cExcuse me,\u201d said the sailor, \u201cI think you have made a mistake. I think you should be saying \u2018Om, Om, Om.\u2019\u201d \u201cOh,\u201d said the old man, smiling. \u201cThank you so much,\u201d and began to chant, \u201cOm, Om, Om.\u201d The sailor felt pleased with himself and made his way back to his boat. He began to sail away, and when he had sailed for a while he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, surprised to see the old man, who said, \u201cForgive me for interrupting your journey. Could you please remind me what the chant should be?\u201d The sailor, in a state of shock, said, \u201cOm, Om, Om.\u201d \u201cThank you so much,\u201d said the old man and walked back across the water to the island.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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