From Calling to Creation

Hey, I’m Noah Nichols—founder of Mantrapiece and the heart behind every piece we create.

This brand isn’t just a business. It’s a reflection of something much deeper. Something that woke up inside me after a life-changing spiritual awakening.

Mantrapiece began as a quiet calling. Over time, that calling turned into one of my greatest passions. I’ve poured countless hours, late nights, and long moments of reflection into shaping it into what it is today—a space for sacred jewelry, meaningful connection, and inner transformation.

In this story, I want to share where it all started. How it grew. And why it continues to mean everything to me.

The Awakening That Changed Everything

A few years back—before Mantrapiece was even an idea—I had a massive panic attack. It came out of nowhere. And it shook me to my core.

But it wasn’t just fear or anxiety. No, it was something far deeper. It felt like a veil had been torn down. Suddenly, I was staring straight into something I couldn’t name—but somehow, I knew it. Intimately. Like I’d seen it before, somewhere beyond memory.

Some called it an awakening. Others said it was enlightenment. Whatever words you want to use, it changed everything.

In an instant, I stopped believing all the stories I’d been told. Not out of rebellion—but because something inside me had clicked. I had touched something real. And once that happens, there’s no going back.

That story—the whole experience—is a journey of its own. If you’re curious, you can read it here: My Spiritual Awakening Story. It’ll help make sense of everything that comes next.

Discovering Truth in Ancient Words

Shortly after that life-altering moment, I found myself drawn to something unexpected—ancient Buddhist teachings.

Sutras. Mantras. Sacred symbols. They weren’t just words on a page. They felt alive. Each one echoed something I had glimpsed during that panic attack... something beyond thought, beyond form.

Every time I read those texts, my mind would quiet down. The noise—good, bad, or indifferent—would dissolve. And in that silence, the truth would return. Not as an idea, but as a presence. A knowing.

I saw clearly: I wasn’t my thoughts. I wasn’t even the one thinking them. And honestly, I had no idea what I truly was. But whatever it was, it existed before all things—and from it, all things came.

That clarity changed me. It became my compass. I could feel what was false, and I could feel what was real. Pretending to be something—anything—stopped being possible. I could no longer believe in the illusion of identity.

I was no one. And yet, everything. Just being was enough.

These sacred Buddhist texts helped me stay there. They didn’t give me answers. They pointed me back to the space where answers were no longer needed.

Marked by a Mantra

After spending so much time immersed in these sacred teachings, something inside me wanted to bring that truth into the physical world. Not just through thought or daily practice—but through something lasting. Something I could see and feel.

So, I got a tattoo.

Not just any tattoo. A large, bold piece of sacred mantra art—the powerful Tibetan chant: Om Mani Padme Hum.

I chose to have it inked in the traditional Sanskrit Siddham script. There was something deeply resonant about that choice. Siddham wasn’t just a script—it was the original vessel for transmitting Buddhist tantra texts. The flow of its strokes carried more than just sound—they carried intention, vibration, and essence. It’s said to be the only script capable of preserving the full energy of a Buddhist mantra.

The characters flowed beautifully down my left arm, each one a mirror of the stillness I had discovered. It wasn’t just a design—it was a direct reflection of everything I had realized that day when my old self fell apart.

It was my first tattoo. And it meant everything.

Naturally, I started calling it my mantra piece. It just made sense.

When Passion Became Purpose

Not long after getting the tattoo, I came across a tungsten steel ring. It was laser-engraved with the same powerful mantra—Om Mani Padme Hum—but this time in the Tibetan script. I didn’t hesitate. I bought it.

Now, I had two mantra pieces on me. One permanent. One wearable.

That was just the beginning.

Soon after, I picked up a silver medallion. One side was etched with the full Surangama Sutra in the sacred Sanskrit Siddham script. The other side carried the same text in traditional Chinese. It was stunning. And more than that—it felt meaningful.

Month after month, I kept finding more pieces that spoke to me. Tibetan malas, scroll lockets, engraved rings, sutra pendants—each one felt like a subtle reminder of everything I had come to understand. It wasn’t just collecting. It felt sacred. Like each item held a piece of that inner silence I had discovered.

Eventually, my passion turned into a ritual. A quiet joy. And then, something clicked.

One day, I looked at my growing collection and thought, What if I shared this? What if others could feel what I feel when I wear these pieces?

Because when you truly love something—it’s only natural to want others to experience it too.

So in 2017, I took that leap. I turned this quiet obsession into something bigger. I started a business. And naturally, I called it Mantrapiece.

Anchors of Truth

But this wasn’t just a hobby. And it wasn’t just a business either.

There was something much deeper at play—something I couldn’t quite name at the time. It was a feeling more than a thought. A quiet, pulsing presence behind everything I was doing.

The truth is, I didn’t surround myself with mantra jewelry just because it was beautiful or sacred. I did it because I never wanted to forget.

What I had realized about my true nature—that deep, undeniable recognition—was too precious to lose. And yet, it was so easy to forget. One stray thought, one emotional spiral, and that clarity could vanish in an instant. Like a wave crashing over still water.

These pieces became something more than adornments. They became reminders of truth. Anchors in the storm.

Whenever I wore them—through stress, confusion, doubt—they pulled me back. Gently. Silently. They reminded me: You are not your thoughts. You are not your story. You are the stillness beneath it all.

So, yes—this was about jewelry. But more than that, it was about spiritual memory.

I see them now as my Truth Memorabilia. Each one a symbol. Each one a pointer. Each one a quiet invitation to wake up—again and again.

A Hope Worth Sharing

If there’s one thing I’ve learned on this journey, it’s that awakening can feel… lonely.

When your eyes open to something deeper, it’s easy to feel like you’re surrounded by chaos—like the world around you is still spinning in a dream you’ve stepped out of. It can be disorienting. Even painful at times.

And that’s one of the biggest reasons I created Mantrapiece.

Because I know what it’s like to search for something—anything—that helps anchor you through the confusion. Something to remind you that you’re not alone. That you’re not crazy. That there’s truth in stillness, and strength in surrender.

My hope is that these mantra pieces do more than adorn your body. I hope they whisper to your soul. I hope they remind you—especially in your darkest moments—that love and compassion are still available. That peace is still possible. That you are still here.

And yes, maybe it’s a long shot. But I believe Mantrapiece can serve a small, meaningful purpose in the lives of many.

And maybe—just maybe—one day, humanity will begin to wake up together. Not as strangers, but as one.

When that day comes, I believe this planet will rejoice. Not in noise, but in stillness. Not in power, but in unity. And we’ll finally remember what we were always meant to be:

Whole. Peaceful. Together.