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Naked Eyes

Aug 14, 2004
Sikhi was never of any importance to me. I was still young, and always believed it was something that people did in their fifty's to pass time. I wanted to "live life to the fullest," and that wasn't possible if I was living the lifestyle of a Sikh. I didn't care to understand the concept of God, or why people had so much faith in Him. All I cared about was looking good, and having as much fun as I could before I got married (I knew my parents would marry me off to a Sikh). If I was to get into Sikhi it would be a lot later in my life.

I had just turned 22, and because I had finished my degree and was able to support myself, I thought it was time that I went my own way. I had been under the control of my parents all of my life and although I respected that they were devoted to Sikhi, I knew that it wasn't what I wanted in my life.

I had been thinking about getting my hair trimmed for a while. I was getting sick of putting my hair up in a bun. My eyebrows took after my Pitha Jee, bushy as can be, and I couldn't wait to get those plucked.

I didn't tell my parents since I felt I was old enough to make my own decisions. I knew it was a bit selfish of me to go behind their backs, but I didn't think too much of it.

I went into the shop and got my hair trimmed a couple of centimeters and had my eyebrows shaped. There was a look of accomplishment when I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time. The reflection showed a new person, it was the person I always wanted to be.

"Freedom!" I remember thinking to myself.

I drove up into the garage of the house I had lived in for the last ten years of my life, and hoped that it would recognize me. As I walked into the house, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. My parents were in the kitchen so I walked in hastily, said my hello's and headed into my room.

I didn't stay long enough in the kitchen to see my parents' reactions. Matha Jee had just looked up at me when I left and Pitha Jee was too absorbed reading the Punjabi newspaper.

I could hear murmurs coming from the living room. And then for a couple of minutes they stopped. My heart was beating so fast.

"Simran?" I could hear my mom calling for me.

At first I didn't want to answer.

"Hunjee Matha Jee?" I whispered back hoping she wouldn't hear me.

"Can you come outside please?"

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

I started feeling guilty for cutting my hair but kept my composure and walked down the hall towards the living room.

My parents were sitting cross legged on the rug, holding gutkay in their hands. My mom looked up at me and handed me a gutka and then nodded her head downwards (her way of telling me to sit down).

It was the first time since I can remember that my parents called me to do paat with them. At first I wanted to get up and tell them I had work to do but then I just felt relieved that they weren't yelling at me, so I sat down beside my mom and read along with Reharaas.

Reharaas was finally over, and by this time I was yawning and just wanted to go to bed. We all got up to do ardaas. Pitha Jee did it. Although I didn't care for Sikhi, ardaas was the one aspect of Sikhi that meant something to me so I actually listened to the ardaas.

Pitha Jee came to the end of the ardaas. He did ardaas for Reharaas and then in a calm loving tone he asked, "Guru Sahib Jee, please bless our daughter with a Gursikhi life."

Matha Jee was sobbing. I wanted to cry as well, not because I felt guilty but because I was hurt. Why would they do that to me? They could have done ardaas on their own time.

I didn't sleep that whole night. Pitha Jee's words kept running through my head no matter how high I turned up the radio.

Two months had gone by. I kept my distance from my parents and even when Matha Jee tried to talk to me I gave her one word answers. Although two months had passed, I could still hear Pitha Jee's voice from that night. His ardaas was straight from his heart and I was afraid that it would come true. I had even done ardaas to undo the ardaas he did.

That night my good friend was having a keertan at the Gurudwara. I never liked going to anyone's programs, especially if they were at the Gurudwara, but that day I kept getting this push from inside to go.

I arrived at the Gurudwara early and after failing to find someone I knew I proceeded towards the main darbar hall. I took a glance at Guru Granth Sahib Jee to make sure I was walking in the right direction. As I looked down at the ground I felt warmth take over my body. I felt calm. The vision of Guru Granth Sahib Jee covered with royal blue ramalay was grounded in my mind. I stood still for a moment and embraced the vision in my heart. Everything around me slowly disappeared.

I took a step forward and then another, until I had reached the end. I looked up at the Guru. My mind was silenced in admiration of the beauty that was in front of me. I once again remembered Pitha Jee's ardaas and started to shed tears. Kneeling down to matha taake I could hear Pitha Jee's words so clearly, "Guru Sahib Jee please bless our daughter with a Gursikhi life."

The moment my forehead touched the Guru's Charan I could hear whispers in my ear. I was trying to listen to what was being said but I couldn't make out the words. I concentrated and tried again to listen to the sounds.

"Vahe-Guroo. Vahe-Guroo. Vahe-Guroo..."

At that time I didn't know what to think of the moment. But, with the energy I had left I got up and sat in the Sangath. Time had vanished. My eyes were tightly fastened together and my mind was still. A soft white filled the room and I could hear more voices repeating "Vahe-Guroo." I absorbed myself in the moment.

Some time had gone by and I could see two figures appear in the distance. They were too far away for me to see if they were male or female but I could see that one was shorter than the other. I couldn't see any details because the colours were meshed into one blur consisting of black, red and a pale brown. I tried to focus on the two figures hoping that I could piece together who they were.

The two figures had vanished and then for a split second materialized again and this time I could see them clearly.

That was the day that my Pitha Jee's ardaas had been answered. I took Amrit a week later. Every night in my ardaas I ask that everyone be blessed with a Gursikhi life.

There are still days that go by when I feel distant from Sikhi. But, when those days come, I think back to the day when Guru Sahib Jee, with my naked eyes, showed me the Piyaar in the face of Bhai Taru Singh Jee as his scalp was being cut away from his body.


Jun 23, 2005
Eugene Oregon USA
Sat Nam!

Oh my! That was a beautifully written account of a most amazing event in your life Prabjyot Kaur!

Thank you so much for sharing this with us!

These are the sorts of experiences that I need to hear more about. I have longed to meet people that have such spiritual experiences ever since my own awakening happened in March 2004, but I have not been successful at connnecting with people in my own Ashram well enough to hear of such things as this.
I must read more of the stories in this section of SPN.

Wahe Guru!
Nam Hari Kaur, Eugene, Oregon
Sep 19, 2005
Bibi Prabjyot kaur jee,

it is really inspirational .......

Thanks for sharing such a great/learning experience with us.

Aug 14, 2004
Waheguru ji ka khalsa Waheguru ji ki Fateh,

Thank you all for the generous compliments.

I visited SPN after long time today. If I did visit after posting this; I did not read the reponses. I am sorry for giving the impression that I was writing about myself. I should have added 'Author Unknown'.

I found this story very inspiring as well especially father's role. This girl's father must be a Gursikh with lots of kamai; Waheguroo ji listened to his ardaas first time.

Guru Ang Sang!
Prabhjot Kaur
Sep 11, 2005
The Story is really Inspirational , But Romantic Too ...... With heightened Climax .......... Suspense Too ........


Oct 26, 2005
Re: Naked Eyes - Additional Information

Sat Sri Akal dear readers,

For those of you who which to delve deeper into the experiences related by Probjhot Kaur, I provide here some notes for you to begin with:-

Such a phenomenon is called by various names such as "the awakening of the soul", "the rising of Kundalini energy" or "the peak experience".

It is a common occurrence in humans and can occur among the religious and non-religious individuals alike.

Such experiences appear to be universal in nature - having been observed across all religions, all cultures and across all of recorded history.

During such an event the individual many experience one or more of the following: an awareness of the presence of God/the divine in all things, an acute sense that all of life (animate and inanimate) is somehow connected, a realization of a higher self within themselves, feelings of love/compassion for all humanity, ability to forgive others of grave wrong doings committed against them, an awareness of the debase/low/sinful nature of oneself, a vision of a grand reality, a God, the divine, the sacred or some incarnation of it such as angels, messengers, deities etc...

After such an experience the individual usually feels a unusual sense of peace, contentment, happiness within themselves. The individual is also humbled but grateful for such an experience.

The effects of such an experience can be quite diverse. In some individuals it causes them to be "re-born" in their faith. In others in causes a conversion of faith. Still in others it causes them to become seekers of truth and divine knowledge known as mystics. In other souls, the experience can be quite traumatic leading to psychosis or the very least a spiritual crisis regarding life, faith and the ultimate reality. Yet in others it causes delusions, making them think that they have been appointed by God to become saviors, start new religions or undertake massive social changes.

A common mistake among the faithful of all religions is they regard this as a "once in a lifetime experience" and do not seek it or think it possible to experience many times over. The actual fact is such mystical experience is the birth-right of every individual and can be sought and achieved for far many more times and far longer then the usual fleeting moment or so.

Among those who do seek a repetition of such experience, there is also a misguided notion. Many seek the experience for it's own sake. Some seek it to make them feel good about themselves. Some seek to have "boasting rights" for it. Yet others seek to indulge in it to achieve and gain supernatural powers. In Sikhism all this reasons for seeking such mystical favors are regarded as wrong.

The only true reason to seek such an experience is to worship God with all the sincerity of our heart and mind. Unglamorous as it may sound, this is the only motive the faithful should have if they are to gain such mystical favors from the divine throughout their lifetime. And if this they do, they will gradually grow in faith, wisdom, and strength to finally reunite with the object of their desire - God.

"Only the spiritually wise live forever; they are honored for their intuitive awareness." - Guru Nanak. SGGS page 1412, Sholak verse 31

A mystic in the mist

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