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"Categories: Our Stories
These two letters are from page 131 of the book, The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib, published in 1979. Dear Siri Singh Sahib Ji, Everything is fine here,…
Read: "Two Letters"Categories: Experiences
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 "Categories: 3HO History, Our Stories, Siri Singh Sahib
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
Categories: 3HO History, Our Stories, Siri Singh Sahib
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.
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
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.
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
In my conscious consciousness of the beauty of your soul
In my mind’s meditation from my heart
I see your life in the light of God:
A sacrifice from end to start.
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
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.
Categories: Our Stories
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"Categories: Our Stories
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
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.
Read: "Beloved Son of Guru Ram Das"Categories: Our Stories
By the Grace of God alone, this Commemorative Volume has materialized, for by His Grace alone the man who has come to be known as the Siri Singh Sahib came to the Western World to inspire a generation of seekers. Through their longing for the Truth, those seekers have marked out a path, it is largely thanks to their pioneering efforts that this historical volume has evolved.
Read: "Acknowledgements of “The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib” Book"Categories: Our Stories
As I walked through the street, en route for the first time to the Harimandir Sahib, there grew a welling up inside of me, an inner excitement almost like that of a child on the advent of a special holiday. From deep inside the thought arose, “thousands upon thousands of lifetimes it has taken for this moment,” and my mind at once became very poised and silent.
Read: "Bathing in the Ram Das Sarovar"Categories: Our Stories
The light of God already burns inside you. I will come to remind you. Once a person can experience the power of longing, the belonging runs to him. If you walk one step to Infinity, Infinity will take 150 steps towards you.
Read: "Letter from Yogi Bhajan – September 6, 1977"Categories: Yogi Bhajan, Yogi Bhajan Letters
