The Siri Singh Sahib had told us that the soul of a demon and the soul of a saint are the same, that all souls belong to God. He had also told us that the worst curse is a self- curse. What was cured in me was not my soul, but the darkness in which I had engulfed it by my own self-hatred. For my whole life, I had never respected women for their real beauty, and now in the presence of my wife and the Mahan Tantric, my prayer to become pure for the sake of a woman had been answered. I was in ecstasy.
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In 1969, Yogi Bhajan was the only one teaching Kundalini Yoga. Critics called it dangerous. Now, in 1979, the concept of kundalini has become popular and many teachers attach the name of kundalini to any effort at yoga or philosophy and many claim to be masters of Kundalini Yoga. Yet, it is only Yogi Bhajan who has systematically unfolded such a tremendous wealth of knowledge on the specific technology and practice of Kundalini Yoga. He has not diluted it and has never strayed from its high standards of commitment and precision. It is Yogi Bhajan who will be known in the history of human consciousness as our age’s great teacher and Master of Kundalini Yoga.
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I cannot believe that I truly have been so blessed in this life to have found such a holy man! One of the most intense moments that I can recall is that very moment in which I realized this blessing. At that time, I had a realization that I had nothing whatsoever to fear and that no problem could overcome me because of this gift .It was a spring White Tantric Yoga course, the first one I had attended since I had made the great transition of moving into an ashram. I was very insecure, very afraid of my future. I was leaving my past forever, for I had taken on a new name, a name which at first made me feel a deep anxiety, as I wondered if I could ever really say in confidence “I am Dev Bhajan Kaur Khalsa.”
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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.”
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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.
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The title of Bhai Sahib is recognized by Sikh communities everywhere as a title of Great honor and respect, to be bestowed in the event of outstanding spiritual qualities and/or great achievement in serving the Guru’s mission. It is also a title which is hereditary, as it is passed on for the male heirs of the families in which it has been bestowed.
In the case of the Siri Singh sahib, the title of Bhai Sahib has come to him by three different avenues
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The first and foremost thing which the Siri Singh Sahib is, was, and shall be, is a teacher.
He never ceases to recognize within himself the responsibility given to him by God and Guru, to share his knowledge, his insights and his perceptions with every being who is brought into his realm of existence. He has given himself to the service of God and Guru and he has tuned his mental frequency to the Infinite frequency of Guru Ram Das and has given over the use of his mind and body to the purpose so given and guided by his Guru.
He thus personifies the kind of surrender which a spiritual seeker is longing to make. He doesn’t live for himself. He lives totally in the consciousness of himself as a humble channel, an instrument through which God and Guru work to achieve their own ends on this earth.
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