Written by S.S. Nirbha Singh Khalsa of Princeton, New Jersey and shared on page 171 in the book, The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib, published in 1979.

Drifting back into the past, to the first part of June of 1974, the heat of the summer sun had turned the city of Princeton (Guru Ram Das Ashram included) into a Golden Temple Conscious Cookery Solar Oven.  The intensity of these life-giving golden rays was to be equaled only by the enthusiasm generated by the ashram members in their physical, mental, financial, and spiritual preparations for the upcoming “Summer Solstice Sadhana”… experiencing White Tantric Yoga under the guidance of the Siri Singh Sahib, surrounded by over one thousand people garbed in brilliant white on top of the majestic mountains of New Mexico was worth untold sacrifices. 

For many of us, spiritually prepared to undertake this sojourn, countless obstacles were awaiting us all to demand our immediate attention.  Jobs that monopolized our normal working day – appointments, muffler trouble on the car, camping equipment, a sore throat the night before departure, paying the mortgage on the house, a misplaced rider, missing tent stakes … 

As we squeeze into our cars and vans, each holding four times their designed load, the energy of the Solstice Sadhana climbs.  Riding these waves of joy we sail across the continent.  With the Guru at the helm, our destination can be seen in the distant horizon.  Upon arrival at the Solstice site, after maintaining one posture for three days in that metal box on rubber wheels, the smell of the air becomes enchantingly sweet, and the sky, truly the azure salver. 

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. 

Yes, I will most happily do it again, many, many, many, times again, until God releases me.