Sometimes I helped with ironing. (Although, I scorched some new silk clothes from India, and that secretary never gave me any of her clothes again!) I also answered the door, answered the phone, took messages, and was available for Yogiji if he needed anything at all. The phone always seemed to be ringing, either the pay phone in the kitchen or his private line, and he took every single call, even when he was in the bathroom.
Read: "How I Became Yogi Bhajan’s Cook"Categories: Our Stories
For a few years, from 1971 to 1974, I had the blessing to serve as Yogiji’s personal cook at Guru Ram Das Ashram in Los Angeles. This is a short story of an encounter with him one morning while preparing his breakfast.
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Known as the “mother of 3HO,” Shakti is also my very long time friend, neighbor, confidant, support, and constant inspiration for keeping up… I don’t think she has ever missed a day of sadhana since she first woke her neighbors at 4:00 in the morning with her powerful long Ek Ong Kars back in 1969.
I had the blessing of being one of her next door neighbors from about 1978-1985. Many a night she’d pop over with a bowl of popcorn or some freshly baked apple “soggy,” just to simply share in love.
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