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Sikhilove

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Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you?.
Beautiful to have come, beautiful to stay and see, but tragically - also beautiful to leave..

You begin life assuming you are the chosen one. That you have a higher purpose. Then you shockingly realise that we are all just random beings without any real purpose.
The frustration infests and corrodes your very being as soon as you realise that life is all just a random nothingness and truly meaningless.

But, once MORE - you are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the dead end...

“At exactly which point did your idea of exploring yourself and the world begin with www...?” lol - No, luckily mine began before this gadget era.i meant travelling to raw nature devoid of destruction as yet. No phone no camera etc, a trip for yourself and not a travelogue to post and boast of.

On a field trip with a freind i volunteered alongwith - to a non-descript hamlet off the map. The hamlet lies in the eastern ghats deep inside the forest and is off the grid. My 120 detuned metal horses gave up after two stream crossings. After all, the mortal clan eventually has to rightly surrender and get humbled by nature, as always. We trekked the last 6 kms to reach the village. The trek path lit by the waning moon that played hide and seek with us, the drizzle that washed away our unwarranted mortal fears. The silhouette of the huts appeared as we sat down to shed off our weariness on the cliff. One last stream and we would reach our destination.

The stream felt paralysing cold. But I had to cleanse myself. He refused a desk job with a big organisation to volunteer for peanuts in this god-forsaken place.

We often had soul talk between us. A borderless world, a moneyless society, dreams, lol. He often told me that the world would be so better off as a big Gurudwara. Nobody would go hungry and nobody would be homeless. He is a devout Christian and I am a ' longing but scared to be sikh'. But we get along well. I would not go into the travelogue details else I would digress from the main issue at hand.

I just have some doubts. How do you folks cope with these eddie's in your lives?. I am sure I can find some inspiration from someone out there.

I never loved money, in fact i detest it. I feel all should share equally no holds barred. Love doom metal for its spiritual overtones. Spent a lot of my life living off my backpack in bermudas and sandals, lol - and in the lap of mommy nature.

Had my share of downs too. Lost my career due to a chip installed in my weak heart after two heart strokes at sea. Had to be airlifted by the brave Marines in a storm. Three years now with an ICD and jobless but I never lost my sanity. I can't walk half a mile now without collapsing but funnily I trekked, rode, drove to the highest motorable roads in the world thrice, lol, so No regrets.

What I want to know is that the world, money, power-display, status in society etc never made sense to me ever but now I find them repulsive, this strong hatred.
I lived a while offgrid for close to 3 months and find true peace away from the mortal clan.

But the Guru requires that we stay in Maya and conquer it. I can't do that. The world makes sense or dosent, simple. It never did to me. Now all I see is a endless oceans of fools and feel sorry that they flash their stupidity around. Why can't they stop and listen to the Guru for a minute?.

With each day the man made society seems meaningless and now it's bordering on hate.

How does one live in this muck and still keep ones focus intact??
Personally I like my cabin in the middle of nowhere and were it not for the Amritvela Simran at the Gurudwara I would spend more time there.

Sikhism is tough, so tough at times. I think I will need the strength of the Amrit and the sanctuary of the 5 kakars- to keep my sanity intact.

My better half balances both her worldly and spiritual life so well. Why am I lost? Why can't I be a moderate? and balance life as well??.
Are we men so weak??.

Why does the superficial worldly life hold no meaning and seems so full of vile suddenly??

I am not even a Sikh yet and this storm rages so hard. Will the Amrit intensify or subdue this confusion?. I am truly thirsty I swear but I want to get my indifference to society under control as it feels more strong and meaningless each day.

Why is the same world that I kept at bay with my indifference not so long ago seem so spiteful suddenly. A world that I ignored for so long is getting on my nerves, lol - it's funny but kind of creepy at times too.

As a sailor and by nature i feel strongly for or against things. The first thing ingrained into us before we take command at sea is that we MUST MAKE a desicion. Right or wrong does not matter. MAKE a desicion is all that counts. And once a desicion is made stick to it come hell or high water. As a landlubber now do I discard the sea logic ingrained in me.

I can see no beauty in mortal society or its way of life. We "buy" earth!! A real estate bargain?? What else is slaughter?? Trade our mother!! How low can we stoop !!. Whose grand idea was it to profit from pieces of mommy's flesh??? our mother??

God, I'm depressed, these idiots are coming up with 35 floor skyscrapers next to the Gurudwara. they slaughtered so many trees. I got to go take a walk else I feel chocked and breathless, lol - my bad I know.

I hate the bad (the good is so miniscule) of mortal society - Then how ? and why ? be a part of this stuipidity??.

Why is being a part of society a requisite of a Sikh?? Or am I wrong in assuming it is??

I play this pretence with myself that all the Guru ji's , Shahabazyade, shaheeds panj pyare are present in the durbar each morning during Amritvela. They are spiritually present it's true but I imagine they are physically too. I don't know why I do that but it gladdens my heart to feel this game each morning. At least it's way better than the game called - illusion of mortal life, lol.

WGJDK,WGJDF...

I understand what you're saying. Society is full of rubbish, competition, jealousy, the 5 thieves, materialism and a lack of gratitude and compassion. Maya can't comprehend freedom of choice, they only know the gimmick of society. But love them anyway, they're all our Creator.

Bhagats are society's outcastes, they may look like they're in society but internally, their hearts are detached. They remain simple of heart, even with great material wealth, they stay true to themselves and the fact that we have nothing, we are nothing. They live beyond the 5 thieves in Truth recognition, beyond the greed attachment, ego, lust, anger envy and jealousy.

The Gurus Lived the Truth in action, they are our greatest teachers both through Gurbani and in their actions. They taught Sikhs to live the lives of householders whilst remaining detached as a lotus.

Realise your purpose, life is a game to discover Truth, detach from the rubbish and teach others to detach as well.

Live and enjoy your life, but beyond the rubbish. Just BE. Apply Gurbani to your life in sehaj, this path is simple, we ourselves over complicate it.

Live it and enjoy it. Be in chardi kala, for all is just Him Himself dressed up, it's a game. Bow to his darshan in every form He takes be it the saint or the sinner. The aim of life is to recognise Truth in every action, in the beauty of nature, as well as primitive humans. In the slanderer and the Saint, this is Nirvair and Nirboah.

If you see work to be done, do it. As you taught your friend Truth, teach others, people scream in their pain for answers, serve them.
 

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Princess - with a name like Sikhilove and words like "rubbish", can there be harmony ? A Sikh is forever mindful in deed and word. The skill is not in expressing our feelings but in articulating our reasons in such a way that both the spirit and the letter live up to "chardi kala".

Enjoy the day - bye for now !
 

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Sikhilove Ji

On reflecting how Pathfinder Ji have complimented and I commented [#23, 22], you deserve an apology. I'm sorry !

That said, my stance may appear to echo draconian austerity, in reality, its utilitarian and fruit bearing. I have always believed in professional etiquette and good manners, particularly in formal settings. Profanity of all sorts should be discouraged, I say, in all formal discourses. But wait, I could be wrong ? Maybe I am !

Forgive me !

I'm grateful to the bearer of wise wisdom, Pathfinder Ji - thank you !

Regards
 

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I'm grateful to the bearer of wise wisdom, Pathfinder Ji - thank you
Dear Veerji,

I apologise for having come across as somebody antagonising you maybe - the way you saw it in my earlier post. truth is I never intended or mean anything like that. I may be biased but not one to hurt anyone - that is not who I am truly.

I may not agree to your views at times but that only makes me respect you in a way honestly. I am by nature a very emotionally and very biased person.

My background into spirituality is the sea. Sailors use profanities at the drop of a hat, so I am guilty of not letting some words affect me. I learnt of the soul from doom metal. Not that dark poetry enforces or endorces such language - it is not a norm but it's accepted in the greater good of the message. So once again I acted out of my deeply entrenched bais.

I feel you have helped me realise that this is not one of those poetry forums I am on. That the thin red line is what one should always look out for as you rightly pointed out.

I honestly admire you because I see things from a viewpoint that I never could. I still do and will continue to shamelessly feel inspired endlessly and more - than you will ever realise by your posts veerji.That is given and truly meant, period.

I am guilty as judged. You are right about the thin red line. One more positiveity you give me unselfishly.

Never used my head, never confirmed to society, a loner by nature and choice. I am not too good at socialising. But I will endeavor best to improve myself. With the SPN family ti guide me, in the midst of this sangat, with good, inspiring folks like you I know I am in good hands.

I steal wisdom, I steal inspiration. If you look at me carefully you will realise I have pilfered you too.

You are a big part of the sangat and a big part of the ones who blow the wind beneath the wings of folks like me as we endeavor to rise above the maya we are chained by.

Together we shall all rise but truth is I need your wisdom more than you will ever know. I shall correct my flaw hereon.

You are not Draconian Veerji. Draconian is my favourite doom metal band. That's all it is.
 

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Hey Sailor....you have a way with words; its not what you say but how you say and, I love it !

Check out Bhagat Kabir Ji when he goes out in search of the good bad n the ugly:

Translation - when I went out to look for the bad guy, I found not a single one;
when I looked within my own self, I found just the one.

So much for the praise, I'm touched - thank you !

God be with you - goodnight !
 

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I learnt of the soul from doom metal
I am kind of going off topic....however, I too have learned soo much from heavy metal...there are many stereotypes for this music which are incorrect! Heavy metal music I have found absolutely beautiful. It is poetry. It can be reflective and introspective. It is raw, emotional, deep, and even spiritual. It is cathartic and inspiring.
 

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Heavy metal music I have found absolutely beautiful. It is poetry. It can be reflective and introspective. It is raw, emotional, deep, and even spiritual. It is cathartic and inspiring.
True, so true. A few of the them are so hard hitting, reflective. Some lines from a song of my never born album/ band went thus, lol -

Naked have we come, naked shall we depart..
Never ever know where we come from, how and when we part..

We all, seek a shelter in the storm
They say we're all born warm..
How come then does the coldness creep into our palms??

Whine'in in the come
We all pine in the go
And in between blindly crawl away .....from the open door..

What's gone is here no more
What is to come will eventually go
The more i comprehend
The lesser that I know..

Hard to seek, hard to know, hard to find
Wrong choices wither the old crossroad sign
The fog too thick, the fog too deep
Too afraid to take the leap
Hey, stormy waters feel treacherous, still waters run too deep..

When the prodigal son awakes
Stands out the door and hesitates
When that day, pray it comes, will I come undone ?

Would you then look into my eyes
Or just sadly, stare down at my plight
Will I find the strength?
To drag my rotten flesh, to embrace my dark.... under your blinding light

Any otherwise - now and here I'll be no more....
...flotsam...

(Lol, wrote it eons back, I got darker in my lyrics thence...)


I stopped writing poetry the day I heard Jaap Sahib. This is the epitome of poetry. Everything else thereafter falls so short now. Then I heard Japji Sahib, I was mesmerised by its enigma. Then I heard the Asa Di var and knew - one lifetime is too short to bask in the glorious poetry and light of the Waheguru, way too short. The beauty is that each listen puts a new perspective into oneself. It's like the bani is 'me'. I don't know how to explain this feeling. The Bani understands what ails me and offers me a cure. If I am sad, the Bani fills me with happiness. If I am weak, the Bani gives me strength. If I am depressed, the Bani gives me hope. Each time I jump with joy after a listen for having understood it. Each time feels so energising. Each time I question myself as to how I missed this apparent message before. Each time it's glorious. Each time it's magic.
Sometimes I regret having wasted away 40 years of my meaningless life-size then I tell myself not to waste 40 secs anymore on a thing of the past that I cannot change. Imagine if I did simran in these 40 seconds too. 40 secs an hour into maybe 3,5,10, 20 years?? That I may have left !!. Even if is just one more year or lesser than that, even just 40 secs more would be a blessing. The Bani is the zenith of transcendence. It is not just the lyrics. It is in a way surreal, the way the Guru speaks to 'me' (the way each of us feels) through the hukumnama. Sangat in the hundreds and the Guru addresses a worthless entity like me in his hukumnama, dispels my doubts, guides me. I am in love. I am enamoured. I am in awe. I am blessed. Then I look at the sangat and realise that all the rest too have that same look on their face. How is this possible??. Then it struck me that the sangat is one, we are all nothing but Gurudwaras. We are all the same, yes - we are truly one.we just don't know, don't realise that.

Poetry was what captured my imagination and bought me here to the feet, the realm, the abode, the santuary of the mystical poets. The beauty, the never ending beauty is what keeps me here.i still have regrets, but now they are not part of my present or my future. Regrets and doubts dwell a long way back on the beaten track. Now all I have is glory. The glory of each Bani. And the best part is that the glory is deeper than any abyss I have ever known. The more I sink, the more I find contentment, the more I am myself.

I talk to my wife about the forum at times. She swears she loves to listen to my passion about the sangat. I told her that I haven't seen Harry ji around yesterday. Rd1 ji was quite busy telling us of a lot of new things. She asked me if Harkiran kaur ji is ok. I told her I haven't seen her for a while. She listens to swarnji's translation that I read and memorise for her.you know she told me when I told her that original ji was kind of depressed because of me - that I should get him back smiling asap.she does not visit the forum but knows most of you - admin ji, ishna ji, Sikhilove ji, tejinder Singh ji and few others. She asked me to come up with a fictional story of this new found family, lol - I told her that eons back there was this perfect island where a group of lucky people lived. But they slowly got proud and vain and so nature decided to punish these ungrateful group. The storm scattered all and each one of them. Now each of them is trying to swim back to that island again. Nobody laughs as sweet as a sikhni, she radiates with beauty and wonder in her lovely eyes. Get out now - she laughs and tells me to keep swimming. I have to cook breakfast for the Shahabazyadi, our little cute daughter.

What was I writing about?? Lol, I am not lost just in my life but in my posts as well. Just some blabbering from a fool who cannot contribute to the forum in terms of quality. I just post mostly to show my gratitude to the sangat, to my family out here.

Take care all, for the Waheguru dwells in each of us.. my blabbering is over, lol.
 
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So much for the praise, I'm touched - thank you !
You are a esteemed member of the sangat Veerji, I am blessed to be part of such a wondrous sangat here.

Once my second in command came up to me after a inspector from the USCG ( US coast guard) kept harassing us without rhyme or reason during our routine inspection. My mate wanted to know how I could not be upset at him and continue to be myself. I told him I had read some lines that sliced my soul apart and gotten embedded in me for eternity.

' I will give no man the power to make me hate him'. Lol, we Sea Captains are very power hungry folks. When you take command I told him - remember, don't give away this power too. At sea, only the powerful is respected. And respect at sea, or anywhere else for that matter is too precious to lose and so hard to earn. I just lost my ability to hate like I used to ever since. A decade and more later - the inspector, Joe, is still a good friend.

I hate even now though. But on my terms, not on somebodys else's terms. I hate destruction of nature, the hurting of any woman, child, animal etc etc Lol, a real big list. I must trim it down and I am working on it.

To us males, it's hard work. But I envy the womenfolk - they create and sustain life. So i do the next best thing, lol - steal inspiration from my very own gorgeous sikhni who also happens to be the best half of me. These Sikhni's are a tough breed and yet soft on the inside. Just like the Guru wishes us to be. I have yet to see her hate or complain despite the endless setbacks she faces. She finds a reason to love, forgive even where there is none. I cant be like her but I can at least follow her example. I may lag behind but I will at least, not be cloaked in vengeance or hate.

To me Sikhni's are the synonyms of the Nihang's in so many ways. Tough in the battles of life, soft in the acts of love and forgiveness. We can learn so much from them, as we must.

Lol, I am akin to a pirate - who not only attempts to plunder the wealth of the Guru's but also take on easy pickings of vunerable ships who carry this wealth. You Veerji and the sangat here are my easiest pickings. Cheating - i know, but I did say - I am akin to a pirate, lol.
 

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Real love
 
Not just sikhni women though I reckon , yazidi women, kurdish freedom fighters, poor dalit widow, single mothers with three jobs??
 

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Real love
 
Not just sikhni women though I reckon , yazidi women, kurdish freedom fighters, poor dalit widow, single mothers with three jobs??
True,
every woman by default is a kaur, a Princess. A Sikhni is a warrior Princess. Since every woman by default is a fighter and a princess, it's true of all and every one of them across race, religion, borders and any other divide.
 

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Sikhilove Ji

On reflecting how Pathfinder Ji have complimented and I commented [#23, 22], you deserve an apology. I'm sorry !

That said, my stance may appear to echo draconian austerity, in reality, its utilitarian and fruit bearing. I have always believed in professional etiquette and good manners, particularly in formal settings. Profanity of all sorts should be discouraged, I say, in all formal discourses. But wait, I could be wrong ? Maybe I am !

Forgive me !

I'm grateful to the bearer of wise wisdom, Pathfinder Ji - thank you !

Regards
Hello Ji

No apology needed! My language on here can at times be pretty bad, purely because I can fathom no other words to describe what I am trying to communicate.

I understand that the 'r' word can sound quite negative, the 5 thieves, maya is negative in nature. It is all God and we love it anyway, and so the negativity should be neutralised. Our Beloved Gurus themselves used words like fool, wretched creature, filth, but they still loved all.

Similar to what pathfinder has also expressed, your writings were actually what drew me to writing on this forum.

You show a genuine passion for teaching and this is true spirituality, as our Gurus showed us. Just when I thought spirituality was dead, I came across this forum and realised that people are still working on this. I also liked the civilised manner in which you write, it's rare these days for people to speak in such a respectful manner. So please don't take my words as a show of disrespect, I acknowledge Truth in everything so respect everything as it is without enmity.
 
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Hello Ji

No apology needed! My language on here can at times be pretty bad, purely because I can fathom no other words to describe what I am trying to communicate.

I understand that the 'r' word can sound quite negative, the 5 thieves, maya is negative in nature. It is all God and we love it anyway, and so the negativity should be neutralised. Our Beloved Gurus themselves used words like fool, wretched creature, filth, but they still loved all.

Similar to what pathfinder has also expressed, you're writings were actually what drew me to writing on this forum.

You show a genuine passion for teaching and this is true spirituality, as our Gurus showed us. Just when I thought spirituality was dead, I came across this forum and realised that people are still working on this. I also liked the civilised manner in which you write, it's rare these days for people to speak in such a respectful manner.
True, so true. A few of the them are so hard hitting, reflective. Some lines from a song of my never born album/ band went thus, lol -

Naked have we come, naked shall we depart..
Never ever know where we come from, how and when we part..

We all, seek a shelter in the storm
They say we're all born warm..
How come then does the coldness creep into our palms??

Whine'in in the come
We all pine in the go
And in between blindly crawl away .....from the open door..

What's gone is here no more
What is to come will eventually go
The more i comprehend
The lesser that I know..

Hard to seek, hard to know, hard to find
Wrong choices wither the old crossroad sign
The fog too thick, the fog too deep
Too afraid to take the leap
Hey, stormy waters feel treacherous, still waters run too deep..

When the prodigal son awakes
Stands out the door and hesitates
When that day, pray it comes, will I come undone ?

Would you then look into my eyes
Or just sadly, stare down at my plight
Will I find the strength?
To drag my rotten flesh, to embrace my dark.... under your blinding light

Any otherwise - now and here I'll be no more....
...flotsam...

(Lol, wrote it eons back, I got darker in my lyrics thence...)


I stopped writing poetry the day I heard Jaap Sahib. This is the epitome of poetry. Everything else thereafter falls so short now. Then I heard Japji Sahib, I was mesmerised by its enigma. Then I heard the Asa Di var and knew - one lifetime is too short to bask in the glorious poetry and light of the Waheguru, way too short. The beauty is that each listen puts a new perspective into oneself. It's like the bani is 'me'. I don't know how to explain this feeling. The Bani understands what ails me and offers me a cure. If I am sad, the Bani fills me with happiness. If I am weak, the Bani gives me strength. If I am depressed, the Bani gives me hope. Each time I jump with joy after a listen for having understood it. Each time feels so energising. Each time I question myself as to how I missed this apparent message before. Each time it's glorious. Each time it's magic.
Sometimes I regret having wasted away 40 years of my meaningless life-size then I tell myself not to waste 40 secs anymore on a thing of the past that I cannot change. Imagine if I did simran in these 40 seconds too. 40 secs an hour into maybe 3,5,10, 20 years?? That I may have left !!. Even if is just one more year or lesser than that, even just 40 secs more would be a blessing. The Bani is the zenith of transcendence. It is not just the lyrics. It is in a way surreal, the way the Guru speaks to 'me' (the way each of us feels) through the hukumnama. Sangat in the hundreds and the Guru addresses a worthless entity like me in his hukumnama, dispels my doubts, guides me. I am in love. I am enamoured. I am in awe. I am blessed. Then I look at the sangat and realise that all the rest too have that same look on their face. How is this possible??. Then it struck me that the sangat is one, we are all nothing but Gurudwaras. We are all the same, yes - we are truly one.we just don't know, don't realise that.

Poetry was what captured my imagination and bought me here to the feet, the realm, the abode, the santuary of the mystical poets. The beauty, the never ending beauty is what keeps me here.i still have regrets, but now they are not part of my present or my future. Regrets and doubts dwell a long way back on the beaten track. Now all I have is glory. The glory of each Bani. And the best part is that the glory is deeper than any abyss I have ever known. The more I sink, the more I find contentment, the more I am myself.

I talk to my wife about the forum at times. She swears she loves to listen to my passion about the sangat. I told her that I haven't seen Harry ji around yesterday. Rd1 ji was quite busy telling us of a lot of new things. She asked me if Harkiran kaur ji is ok. I told her I haven't seen her for a while. She listens to swarnji's translation that I read and memorise for her.you know she told me when I told her that original ji was kind of depressed because of me - that I should get him back smiling asap.she does not visit the forum but knows most of you - admin ji, ishna ji, Sikhilove ji, tejinder Singh ji and few others. She asked me to come up with a fictional story of this new found family, lol - I told her that eons back there was this perfect island where a group of lucky people lived. But they slowly got proud and vain and so nature decided to punish these ungrateful group. The storm scattered all and each one of them. Now each of them is trying to swim back to that island again. Nobody laughs as sweet as a sikhni, she radiates with beauty and wonder in her lovely eyes. Get out now - she laughs and tells me to keep swimming. I have to cook breakfast for the Shahabazyadi, our little cute daughter.

What was I writing about?? Lol, I am not lost just in my life but in my posts as well. Just some blabbering from a fool who cannot contribute to the forum in terms of quality. I just post mostly to show my gratitude to the sangat, to my family out here.

Take care all, for the Waheguru dwells in each of us.. my blabbering is over, lol.
Wow. It's a love like this and a love for sangat as your own family that will bring this age into the next age of light.

To break down the barriers of attachment to your own God given family karam and truly embracing fellow seekers as your own is a beautiful thing :)

Beautiful post
 

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To break down the barriers of attachment to your own God given family karam and truly embracing fellow seekers as your own is a beautiful thing
When we used to travel out of town we would always try to a stay in or as close to a Gurudwara. Believe me you stay in one and it's like - have i stayed in this one before? Kind of familiar, cozy feeling.

The acceptance of a visitor into the gurudwara sewa fold or line up is so beautiful. Just show up, join those already present in the sewa and become a par of them. Seamless, un-questioning and so easy.

We play this game, my kiddo and me - lol. She has this Guru ji or Shaheed with her and she will act out the one's strength. Any question she has for this Freind has to be answered - by me, lol.Like if it is dark and she's afraid - shell pretend she has Banda Singh Bhadhur holding her hand inside her, lol. She will ask him how come he is so brave and not afraid of the dark. I tell her something like he says the Mool mantar if he feels afraid and the Guru ji guards him. So she does the same if she is afraid and whoops - she's not afraid now, lol.

Every horse to her belongs to Guru Gobind Singh ji, lol..

This game was taught to her by a old bebe in the Amritvela sangat during one of our stay in the Gurudwara. We have improvised by learning the history in very brief of the One, with her for that day. My house is the most peaceful when she has the Guru ji's with her. When she has warriors with her - everybody is on the watch, lol. Every night when she gives me her routine Huggie I am told of the next day visitor, lol. Had I not stayed in a Gurudwara how would my kiddo learn this wondrous game?, Lol.

Almost invariably, everytime, as soon as you sit outside the durbar in any Gurudwara after the Amritvela some local sangat will serve you hot cha and then begins the foundations of knowing the new family arrival. A family is a sangat of those born of the same mother or father, lol - right!. So each one born in the gurudwara is family by this logic, isn't it??.

Isn't it beautiful? She whispered with a smile. What? I questioned. Everything she said wiping the sweat of her brow and resting a while, tired from the long and arduous sweeping of the Gurudwara compound - the simran, the weather, the fact that we're together, being blessed to do sewa, to live in our real home for a change. She had this real glow of radiance when she said this.
We were on a island surrounded by maybe a dozen settled in by human islands and close to 500 inhabitated islands surrounding us. Mainland was close to 750 kms away.

The weary Sikhni declared -the Gurudwara is our real home, hmm, I murmurmed. I knew at times like this she would - more often than not be talking to herself. I looked up and saw thunder and lightning in the sky. It feels like a storm I said. It's Waheguru - she stated. He knows I'm tired and so will wash up the compound himself. Moments later the downpour began and the cold shower soaked both of us. See, I told you it would rain and looked proudly to the sky. See, she said smiling and starting at the floor - I knew he was going to clean up the compound himself, he knew I was really tired today - she whispered with joy.


By the way, the kid has invited ' Mai Bhago' to spend the day with her today. Got so much research to do about Mai ji. The kid will badger me all day with questions on Mai ji. What, why, when , where did Mai ji etc... I'll do my homework now, lol.
 

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When we used to travel out of town we would always try to a stay in or as close to a Gurudwara. Believe me you stay in one and it's like - have i stayed in this one before? Kind of familiar, cozy feeling.

The acceptance of a visitor into the gurudwara sewa fold or line up is so beautiful. Just show up, join those already present in the sewa and become a par of them. Seamless, un-questioning and so easy.

We play this game, my kiddo and me - lol. She has this Guru ji or Shaheed with her and she will act out the one's strength. Any question she has for this Freind has to be answered - by me, lol.Like if it is dark and she's afraid - shell pretend she has Banda Singh Bhadhur holding her hand inside her, lol. She will ask him how come he is so brave and not afraid of the dark. I tell her something like he says the Mool mantar if he feels afraid and the Guru ji guards him. So she does the same if she is afraid and whoops - she's not afraid now, lol.

Every horse to her belongs to Guru Gobind Singh ji, lol..

This game was taught to her by a old bebe in the Amritvela sangat during one of our stay in the Gurudwara. We have improvised by learning the history in very brief of the One, with her for that day. My house is the most peaceful when she has the Guru ji's with her. When she has warriors with her - everybody is on the watch, lol. Every night when she gives me her routine Huggie I am told of the next day visitor, lol. Had I not stayed in a Gurudwara how would my kiddo learn this wondrous game?, Lol.

Almost invariably, everytime, as soon as you sit outside the durbar in any Gurudwara after the Amritvela some local sangat will serve you hot cha and then begins the foundations of knowing the new family arrival. A family is a sangat of those born of the same mother or father, lol - right!. So each one born in the gurudwara is family by this logic, isn't it??.

Isn't it beautiful? She whispered with a smile. What? I questioned. Everything she said wiping the sweat of her brow and resting a while, tired from the long and arduous sweeping of the Gurudwara compound - the simran, the weather, the fact that we're together, being blessed to do sewa, to live in our real home for a change. She had this real glow of radiance when she said this.
We were on a island surrounded by maybe a dozen settled in by human islands and close to 500 inhabitated islands surrounding us. Mainland was close to 750 kms away.

The weary Sikhni declared -the Gurudwara is our real home, hmm, I murmurmed. I knew at times like this she would - more often than not be talking to herself. I looked up and saw thunder and lightning in the sky. It feels like a storm I said. It's Waheguru - she stated. He knows I'm tired and so will wash up the compound himself. Moments later the downpour began and the cold shower soaked both of us. See, I told you it would rain and looked proudly to the sky. See, she said smiling and starting at the floor - I knew he was going to clean up the compound himself, he knew I was really tired today - she whispered with joy.


By the way, the kid has invited ' Mai Bhago' to spend the day with her today. Got so much research to do about Mai ji. The kid will badger me all day with questions on Mai ji. What, why, when , where did Mai ji etc... I'll do my homework now, lol.
I loved that :)

Your family sounds lovely, blessed with real loving faith. It's a high deed teaching a child about God. My mother used to sing Kirtan to us at night and I've never forgotten it. Just seeing pictures of the Gurus and Amritsar were enough to instill faith in me, a child's intuition can be great.

Your games sound great, you know that when you think of the Gurus and sants etc (providing the saints haven't incarnated on earth or moved to other planes) that they are actually present with you. Ask them to bless you and teach you.

Lightning is Him and rain/ water is Amrit.

Yep real sangat is family, every time I yearn for comfort, I need only to speak to another genuine lover of God and I have it.

Mai Bhagos story is really inspiring and it would be great for your daughter to hear. Stories of saints and Gurus and the waysthey chose to live life can inspire us to live great lives as well.
 
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