The words he spoke went straight to my soul. It was what I wanted to hear all of my life: “I don’t care if you learn yoga from me or not. I don’t care if you love me or hate me, that doesn’t mean a thing to me. All I care is that you should learn to live together in the future as human beings and to take care of each other.”
Read: "Three Days in a Lifetime"
Categories: Our Stories
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To achieve Universal Consciousness through any method, you have to raise your kundalini … Now, understand what kundalini is. Kundal means lock, neck lock. Kundalini means that coiled energy. God is like an unlimited coil that separates itself into smaller coils that can uncoil and experience Infinity. That is the simple reality of this life. It is so simple, it is so scientific… If that coiled energy is joined with the seat of the soul, i.e. the pineal gland in the brain, what will happen?
Read: "Crystal of Life Energy"
Categories: Kundalini Yoga as Taught by Yogi Bhajan, Teachings of Yogi Bhajan
During White Tantra, the infinite energy of the universe flows through the Mahan Tantric into all of the participants. White Tantric is no ordinary yoga. It cannot be practiced without the Mahan Tantric present because it takes his mastery over emotions for it to be not only effective, but safe. Partners face each other in lines while the Mahan Tantric physically sits in front of the group and projects his own astral body to encircle the group. He, thereby, extends own psycho-electro- magnetic field to encompass the group aura.
Read: "Mahan Tantric"
Categories: White Tantric Yoga
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He spoke for about half an hour. I didn’t understand more than a few words he said. His accent, or perhaps it was his ideas, went right past me. I was getting restless. Then he had us do a short meditation, and in an instant, the world changed. I didn’t know what happened. I was still skeptical but now I felt as if I were floating. It was strong enough to propel us towards twice weekly yoga classes where we tried, we experienced, we knew.
Read: "Waiting and Watching"
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The New Year draws near us, as the one before ends.
Outside a blizzard, inside with friends
Singing songs of the Guru in a candlelit hall,
Safe from the cold of the endless snow fall.
By a cedarwood fire, I write you a song.
In the ten years I’ve known you, I’ve taken too long
To tell you I love you. I want you to know.
Of the things deep inside that aren’t easy to show.
The day will come someday, we both will be dead,
But some will remember these things that we said.
Read: "A New Year’s Message"
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
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This was written by Robyn Knapton of Los Angeles, California and shared on page 113 of the book, The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib, which was published in 1979.
In a tiny ashram eight years ago
A young girl sat beginning to grow,
At the foot of her teacher whom she loved so and
She thought she had naught to let him know.
She brought flowers to place at his feet,
And got high as he’d rant and raise high holy heat,
As overflowing crowds learned a new way to cope,
With their lives and their hassles without tricks or dope
They learned to change their “no’s” to “yes,”
And begin to clean up their cosmic mess,
Changed their jeans to purest white,
(Changed their darkness into light)
And she wanted to give him something as bright;
After searching her soul, she found she could write.
As words of devotion flowed from her pen
She knew what to give this king among men:
A gift from the heart given to uplift the world,
Is far greater than gifts that are gilded and pearled.
Read: "The “Long Time Sun” Never Sets"
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
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Who is this man of God?
Who walks upon the earth? Who talks about Infinity?
He is the selfless one who lives on, so others may also know.
Where does this hu-man exist?
Within the breath and words of you
Within the light of your soul
Beyond time and space in the dignity and grace of Truth.
Read: "The Loving One"
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As I look back to the college days, I think of him as a zealous boy scout. I think of him as a sentinel who felt compelled from within to maintain order around himself. I think of him as a reformer who took upon himself the task of defining and defending social values. I think of him as a sportsman, who loved and enjoyed teamwork. I also think of him as a soldier, who never lost, and as a philosopher trying to fathom the unknown. For Yogi Bhajan, the search of himself had begun. The time to spread his message was yet to come years later, on the far side of the world.
Read: "The Fruits of Inner Searching"
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Siri Singh Sahib Bhai Sahib Harbhajan Singh Khalsa Yogiji is the first glorious son of Guru Gobind Singh who approached those Western youth, who were themselves burning with the fire of ignoble passions and groaning under the heavy load of spiritual ignorance and were in utter forgetfulness of the higher needs of their souls.
He gave them the message of hope, peace, and deliverance, which the Gurus had bestowed upon him. He preached to them a life of love, goodness and moral endeavor and excellence. He met them, picked them up, cared for them, loved them and brought them to the feet of his Guru.
Read: "The Torch Bearer of Sikhism"
Categories: 3HO History, Our Stories
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