Experiences



January 17, 1979 |

With the obstacles surmounted, the fertile bed of our mind was now prepared.  The words of Siri Singh Sahib Ji began to flow forth.  The cleansing action of the White Tantric brought gracefulness to our existence.  The ever inspiring, uplifting energy of the company of the holy, gave us strength, and the magnificence of the Solstice site, painted by God’s hands, filled us with gratitude for His kindness. 

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January 17, 1979 |

Although he lectured to a whole group of different people, I felt the Siri Singh Sahib was talking directly to me.  It seemed he knew what was on my mind and therefore could end all my confusion, which was great, as I was for the first time intensely experiencing Sikh Dharma and the 3HO lifestyle.   

I went to the White Tantric course as a yoga student from Smith College. I returned as a newly inspired member of 3HO.  Wahe Guru! I was high in the bliss on the teachings the Siri Singh Sahib shared with us and the chanting of the Nam. 

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January 17, 1979 |

“Our urging to give the White Tantric course is because we want people to experience their polarities, so that they can resolve their duality and have happy lives.  What you have to study in this whole game is who you are and where you are.  That is the greatest spiritual lesson a person can learn; who he is and where he is.  If a man knows who he is, he must know where he is.  In other words, if you do not know what orbit you are in and what the longitude and latitude are, you do not know your destination.”  ~ Yogi Bhajan

Read: "White Tantric Yoga – As Shared in the Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib"

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January 17, 1979 |

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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January 16, 1979 |

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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January 16, 1979 |

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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January 16, 1979 |

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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January 14, 1979 |

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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January 12, 1979 |

One man, Yogi Bhajan, alone and unknown as God willed, came to Los Angeles, in December of 1968, and began teaching.  He soon had endeared himself to thousands of people by his love and compassion, by his understanding of their problems and their needs, and by his ability to give them not only guidance but a concrete method to work out their own solutions. 

Read: "The Siri Singh Sahib  "

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January 12, 1979 |

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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January 11, 1979 |

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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