Buckwheat :
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There must be 100 people watching regularly and this is one of the best shows on the web.
At least - everytime something really contro gets posted the numbers seem to jump up.
About the chanting I am totally not a Vaishnava, but not so much the maha mantra, although somethimes it does get stuck in my head for no apparent reason as you say happens to you, but I sing Narasingha prayer all the time, even when I am doing grocery shopping, and it comes to me if I'm in a situation where I get a little creeped out, like walking alone at night. It doesn't worry me, I like singing and I find it comforting and relaxing.
There was a lady on the GC that was studying psychology and I remember her explaining to me once why a clicker was not a good way to do rounds because the action of turning the beads in your hand at the same time as the chanting sets up some part of your brain to be more focussed and hold onto the mantra and embed it into a deeper part of your subconscious. I can't vouch for the veracity of this explanation, although I did find it interesting. There have been studies that meditation activates certain parts of the brain but it shuts down the part that identifies with the self.
I still like to look at pictures and dieties. I have prayed quite profusely since I was a child and I still do. When I went to the temple a couple of weeks ago I offerred my obeisances and joined in the chanting and thought it was quite nice.
It's nice to hear that you found a good life, love and happiness. Everyone says that Krishna wants us to be happy, it is a shame more devotees can't overcome the guilt instilled in them by Siddha that they are all demons and destined to hell for so much as a smile on their face - let alone feeling love or *gasp* having an intimate adult relationship or being lovingly attatched and feeling the nuturing instinct towards children :o
The illusion of Maya is a husband and wife that think it was worth getting married in the first place where they lack the affection to wake up in the morning and he (or she) is the first thing that you see when you open your eyes or that simple touching of hands or a kiss is a damnable lustful sin. Maya is wives that bemoan their husbands in the name of spiritual life and mothers that begrudge their children and devotees that condemn everyone else's relationships when love is really the most precious thing in the world. Maya whisphers in their ear that all the pleasure that Krishna gave us is to never ever be enjoyed making him out to be not the lovable rogue prankster but rather an outright sadist.