Thus, Divine Love becomes: all-knowing, all-embracing, all-engulfing, all-pervading, all-powerful, all-absorbing, all-intoxicating, and the essence of all religions. Therefore, the aspirant overgrows all conventional religions, and soars in the infinite skies of the Divine Realm! His only True, Eternal, Universal, Living Religions, is to: live in love, move in love, breathe in love, sleep in love,   

Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else maters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color.   

I am dying, take me to the city where He dwells. Lay me in the dust which caries His footprints and leave me there! Anoint me with the dust under His feet, I am well. I feel my heart-beat singing the old song again. My eyes open on a new world again. My skin bathed in this holy dust is washed with an undreamt of holiness, and out of its pores flows the Ganga of singing nectar! He passes me by, loo   

THE PAIN OF ECSTASY

Sleep needs no velvet beds, love knows not caste. True religious feeling causes wounds of love deep within; the devotee has no escape from its poignant pangs of ecstasy. Beauty divine kills man with its fatal flashes, and he lives fluttering like a bird pierced with the hunter’s arrow. The pain of ecstasy is his prayer. He has seen that Beauty which is seen everywhere and ye   

Yes, this one’s for the spiritual ones, for you. For people who have been religious and spiritual through life. This one’s for you. In a world in which success is quantified with material possessions you probably feel left out / confused / a minority. Don’t.

You are infinitely higher than the others. Infinitely. Never mind if people don’t understand you / mock you / joke about you. Who are they   

Democracy, the dream of modern civilization was established in this part of Asia in the exact modern sense in the realization of the spirit of Man. And the mortal fallacies which poison the human thought among the Soviets, were avoided by the Khalsa. The Khalsa made democracy its daily practice, driven by the inner feeling, that is reborn of the spirit of the Guru that all men are
brothers. Democ   

A GLIMPSE OF THE SPIRITUAL REALM
AT
BRAHM BUNGA DODRA
(Distt. MANSA)

When I reached Brahm Bunga, Dodra, in March 1979, I was thrilled to find that amongst over a hundred people - ranging from utterly illiterate to PhDs, ex-servicemen, from Subedars to Generals, Civilian Officers-participating in the Satsang Samagam, not a single soul carried a radio or a newspaper, and no one talked of anything   

AN OUTPOUR
There comes a time in the growth of every soul, when the soul begins to awaken; when a cry of frustration issues forth from the depths of ones being—such a cry which reaches all the way to the Almighty, who is all-merciful. A terrible longing arises within—which tears at the heart and soul; a desperate search begins for satisfaction and fulfillment. A realization starts to take form tha   

THE KHALSA THROWS AWAY KINGDOMS TO THE HUMBLE
Once in the tangled jungles of the Punjab sat the Khalsa reciting the hymns of the Guru. It was a divan of men with kingly spirits. The agent of Nadir Shah approached them with a robe of honor from the great conqueror and emperor, in lieu of some service rendered to him, but there was no one to receive the honor. The Khalsa sat rapt in God. The agent   

The Sikh knows that the inner wealth of grace is in the nature of a capital borrowed form the Guru. He has given it to him for nurturing the virtue of faith. When man is completed, there is the perfume of perfection around him, which is good for all creation. It is then that the Sikh is sent out as a preacher, to lend beauty to the surroundings, of his own glowing presence. He becomes a vehicle of   

The Disciple is chosen of the God. God is at His back, and his fearlessness and recklessness is always balanced well in his vision of Everlasting Truth. The mighty rulers are mere toys of Time but Time it halts and kiss the feet of the Disciples. Their spirit triumphs over the savage nature of man and beast and makes it sweet. The disciple is mother-spirit in the animal, the flower spirit in the v   

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Dhan Guru Nanak
Truly it was a wonderful and dynamically blessed mind blowing heavenly samagam.
It was an out of this world experience.
Hall was flooded with the loving and yearning souls. There was a great flood of Nanak love and grace. Many new souls were touched and ignited with divine spark. Heaven descended with Naam Ganga to shower one and all who came to the door of Dhan Guru Nanak's Ce   

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Mere systems of education, the mere routine experience of life, the mere analysis of humannature and its undertakings, do not impart this inner knowledge. Ethics too cast the human personality into a life-long prison. Genius is truly the gift of Heaven and a true genius turns its gaze inward upon itself. This state of the life self-realization is akin to immortality in the flesh. We wait with bate   

I must start off with a Dhan Guru Nanak, for thats all I can really get out right now. Tears flood my eyes when I think of this past weekend... I am at a loss of words to describe just HOW MAGICAL and BEAUTIFUL this smagam was. It was almost too good to be true... the hall was PACKED at the start of the smagam....it felt as though angels were scattered about filling the space with their love and g   

This past weekend we had a 4-day samagam in LA. There was a flood of Sangat from all over North America. More than 300 persons came from outside. Samgam was soooooo thundering and overflowing with love and grace of Dhan Guru Nanak. It was an out of this world glorious presentation in the samagam. Everybody went back moved, touched and thrilled with the grace of the great beloved Lord. They cried a   

The virtue of silence in the practice of
Simrin is the dumb reseatedness of the temper of the Saints of Simrin. To adopt a phrase from Emerson, the universe is there to lend them a spark, a spark which might keep them aglow with His love that glistens far behind in the serene depths of their black eyes. Physical beauty is nothing to them and yet, at times, everything, for it might lend them a flas   

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Happiness or misery is, therefore, the
result of our own thoughts and actions. Poverty, misery or misfortune, may, in fact, prove a blessing in disguise, as through higher and constructive thoughts, one may develop humility, endurance, faith, etc. conversely, affluence and luxury may breed inertia passion, arrogance, faithlessness and resultant vices. The present state of our lives had been shape   

NAM SEEN IN INSPIRED ACTION IN THE HISTORY OF MAN
We worship this intense process of capturing the perfected man in a name, and being thereby made perfect in an instant. In a Name, we create a home for ourselves in the known invisible worlds of strangers beyond.
Simrin puts us in touch with our Friends there, right from here. When the Buddha’s yellow robe was donned by large parts of Asia, men b   

Please read the following e-mail came from a very aspiring soul. She has just started going to sanagt/samagams recently. This was her second Dodra samagam. I wish like me you also feel the wonderful flood of love and feeling from dodra samagam and swim in it..................

Dhan Guru Nanak

Dearest Veerji,

How wonderful to see your lovely, Divine and blissfull messages...i feel so rich   

SPIRIT IS POWER THAT GUIDES LIFE
In the life of the spirit lies power; Spirituality is strength of God Himself. All matter obeys that Power. Spirituality is His supreme unconcern that forgives and gives in measureless measures. It is also His Supreme Passion that makes both the young maiden’s cheek and the rose blush with the divine color of love. And it is as small and sweet as the smile of the   

Human mind is endowed with the discriminating power of intelligence. Mind is nothing but a subtle phenomenon of thinking. It operates through thoughts; if thoughts do not exist mind loses its identity. Because of its multifarious assignments, such as ambition, emotion, sentiments, feeling, instinct, inclination, imagination, volition, etc., the mind has acquired its mercurial nature. Acting in col   

The man of Simrin has a delicate balance within him whose pans oscillate heavily by the weight even of a hair. Men and their thoughts, events and their thoughts, events and their foreshadowings, the books and buildings-all are judged by him, as they affect his balance. He grows omniscient by reading the omens in the shadows of men and things that are cast on him. “God is in Heaven and all is well”   

Please read the following very inspiring letter from AN ASPIRENT overflowing with Nanak love and devotion....

We stayed at their house in Portland for few hours while going to Seattle samagam. Few hours of stay at their
house and their deep devotional love and seva to sadh sangat brought a big storm nanak love and grace that made us swim in the ocean of nanak love and blessings..............   

THE WORLD OF THE SPIRIT

I do not understand what the learned say, But my Guide used to tell me…He was a simple guileless man: “There is a world of spirits; Some sink like lead to earth, Some are thought-imprisoned, They are too heavy to fly; And some are fettered forever by their own violent actions; Some go and rise a little higher up on the wings of good actions: But only a few chant “Glory to   

One woman-born man comes and touches a whole people with the spark of his genius and raises them at once to be supermen. Heaven vibrates in the voice of grass-cutters. Learning sits at the feet of the unlettered men of despised caste-origins, who were exalted to sainthood by the Master. Only seeking to be submerged in the great depths of Truth that shone once in the Guru-lit Nam-encaptured eyes of   

The only object of ‘Religion’ is to: encourage, stimulate, induce, motivate, inspire and drive the soul to ‘turn inward’ – deeper and deeper – until we arrive at the ULTIMATE DEPTH – the Divine Home of the soul. If the outer ‘ritual religion’ does not inspire and take us to the Ultimate Divine Realm, it becomes meaningless. It is a pity that with all his intellectual knowledge and scientific achie   

GOD’S SWORD IS BRIGHT
A poor man clad in rags, exposed to wind and weather, his skin cracked, but with eyes flashing the fire of the stars, once stood begging for alms from a vain rich merchant. Begging is bad, but he begged for the joy of it. The rich man treated his slightingly. The star-eyed man stood repeating his cry for alms. The merchant suddenly saw that behind that dreaming figure, carele   

Millions of thoughts, emanating every moment from the minds of the entire Universe, are being registered and processed by the Universal Computer and shelved into like cycles and wave lengths. The cycles and wave lengths of various hues and categories, and subtle vibrations thereof, accumulate and shape
the subtle environment of the Universal Mind just as in the case of our individual mind and sub-   

It descends on earth as the Command of Heaven in the person of great teachers like Guru Gobind Singh. Certainly, we have no power to control the process of inflow of this inspiration into the heart of man. Guru Nanak calls it Simrin, “Naming God”. It is lyrical remembrance, the association in the Name, with the whole divine life of God. It is realization of His Presence in a single Name.Simrin or   

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Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else matters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color.   

Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else matters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color.   

This vibrating and blissful 'Love-Religion' is beyond the comprehension and grasp of limited human intelligence, and needs no 'man-made':
conventions, dogmas, rites, rituals, theories, sermons, and philosophies. Hence, this Universal 'Love Religion' cannot be: learned, achieved, grasped, or imposed through intellectual: knowledge, philosophies, discussions, research, preachings, theorizing, sermon   

FEELING IS ALL IN ALL
In this great sympathy lies the secret of creation. When this is found, all is found; when this is known, all is known. All true culture lies in this culture of Self-Realization. Feeling is all in all, concludes Goethe. The continuous glow of this feeling burning in one’s bosom, is as the red charcoal glowing in the soft nest of ash. Religion is the priceless inheritance of m   

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Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else matters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color.   

The Disciple is of the chosen of God. God is at His back, and his fearlessness and recklessness is always balanced well in his vision of Everlasting Truth. The mighty rulers are mere toys of Time but Time itself halts and kisses the feet of the Disciples. Their spirit triumphs over the savage nature of man and beast and makes it sweet. The disciple is mother-spirit in the animal, the flower spirit   

There He comes, He who bursts open the closed buds of souls and mocks at the long wise face of me! And with a smile unravels all knots of the mind, rock-sealed so long in self-deception! And makes the old skip like fresh new children in the air, and whirls the crowds in the magic ring of His Presence, and makes them dance in a joy undisturbed with care. In his movement is what the dreamers dreamt,   

The Sikh knows that the inner wealth of grace is in the nature of a capital borrowed from the Guru. He has given it to him for nurturing the virtue of faith. When man is completed, there is the perfume of perfection around him, which is good for all creation. It is then that the Sikh is sent out as a preacher, to lend beauty to the surroundings, of his own glowing presence. He becomes a vehicle of   

MY DEAR DAUGHTER:
I have decided to love you, serve you and dedicate my whole self to you. You have to be more active, more spiritual and more loving from today for developing your sense of service, sacrifice and love. Other wise this whole exercise will go waste. Life is god and we have to realize that our spirit is god and an element of god .god has bestowed us days and nights just to recognize   

THE JOY OF UNION IS SOUNDLESS
I wonder why people make so much noise in calling upon God. Their beating of drums looks an empty sounding of little pebbles in a tin can. I again give you an illustration from life. The lover of a mere woman shuts all doors, extinguishes all lights, draws down curtains, and behind and veils meets his beloved. He is jealous of that rich joy. These hymn singers go sin   

THE KHALSA IS AS THE BLOSSOMING OF FLOWERS ON A TREE
The physical “struggle for existence” as a mere individual in this intensity of creative love of soul ceases in the individual for it becomes the service of the saints God, exactly in the same sense as the selfishness of a lover becomes dead in the passion he feels for his sweetheart. The Lover can no more labour for himself because the life as   

THE KHALSA IS A CRAFTSMAN
The Khalsa Order is primarily Sadh-Sangat (Holy assembly). Its function is to aid its individual members to disport in this Himalayan Ganga and in the same intense devotion to the aesthetic practice of “Naming Him” as the Sikh peasant just mentioned. It is the gathering of power in silence and such creation of power in the depths of the soul of a whole people is the real   

A Sikh peasant was noticed continuously to utter the Name of God- “Glory, Glory”-and they of the earth asked him why he repeated the same word to no purpose. “I am not quite well,” said he; “my skin smarts, it burns; I feel sharp needles piercing me all over, it is very painful. The air burns me; I perspire, I feel sick; I cry-no one can save me from this hell-fire. And brothers! the only cure for   

FREEDOM IN SELF-REALIZATION
The religious feeling of this great intensity is as free subjectively as it is restrained in the physical sense. This restraint is not so put on it; it is spontaneous. Wherever the flash of perfect beauty falls on the heart of man, its effect is as of lightning. This vision lifts the human consciousness from the physical plane where it receives the kiss of Beauty, into   

THE PAIN OF ECSTASY
Sleep needs no velvet beds; love knows not caste. True religious feeling causes wounds of love deep within; the devotee has no escape from its poignant pangs of ecstasy. Beauty divine kills man with its fatal flashes, and he lives flut tering like a bird pierced with the hunter’s arrow. The pain of ecstasy is his prayer. He has seen that Beauty which is seen everywhere and yet   

Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else matters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color.   

These three words are used here in a special symbolic sense. Bread for the physical need of man, the animal; Woman for beauty, the mental needs of man, of the intellectual half-man on the way to self-realization; Bridegroom for the Guru or Personal God. The spiritual need of man, of the angel whose two wings of flight are the mind and the body. Man the animal, cannot live without Bread. Man, the m   

So you cannot fight the battle. You are seeking the peace of the soul without a body. And what is soul without a body. No, I have a Friend Divine that saves me and saves all. If I am to be I shall be of His Command and He knows more than you and I. I believe he makes His servant manifest in a day, in a moment. Greatness is all His. Great men are but mediums of His inspiration. He who is filled wit   

When religion gets low in us we feel within ourselves an inclination towards the lower thoughts (of love for material gains and passion towards lower tastes.)
In some cases the fall is also a necessity of the reaction of complex emotion you cannot tell. And those supports in their turn are living and they lift up the fallen on their giant shoulders, till the heights are regained, religion, in th   

His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color. Day and night, the disciple suffers from the illness of love, aching for what it knows not. Pain has lost for hi   

I am dying, take me to the city where He dwells. Lay me in the dust which caries His footprints and leave me there! Anoint me with the dust under His feet, I am well. I feel my heart-beat singing the old song again. My eyes open on a new world again. My skin bathed in this holy dust is washed with an undreamt of holiness, and out of its pores flows the Ganga of singing nectar! He passes me by, loo   

Subtle waves or vibrations emanating from the mind are called ‘thoughts’. There are infinite types of vibrations of love, hatred, envy, jealousy, anger, sensuality, etc., in the cosmos. Depending on the ‘principle of like attracts like’, we attract certain types of vibrations from the cosmos according to our ‘instinct’ of previous and present life. Consequently, these vibrations are potentized by   

“I see the nectarean lakes in your eyes, You are the music of fellowship.” I see the light of God on your face. Slacken your pace, Let me behold you, Be with me for a while, O strangest of strange Men! Good-bye. Remember me when you get weary of collecting poppies and staining your hands with their blood. Remember me! I am of the City of Joy. My name is- “Blessed be Guru Gobind Singh”. All other n   

THE SIKH WOMAN

Never was eastern or western woman so free as when she rose like Sundari, the nurse-sister of the Khalsa in times when the Sikh were pitched against the Mughal Empire. Sundari chose her own vocation, dedicated her whole freed life as the sister-nurse alike of the Khalsa and his foes. The Sikh woman as brave a soldier of the Guru as her brother. The sister of Bhai Taru Singh was w   

His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart shivers with music of being, touched by His winds, His waters. His Light, His Flowers, His Beauty in Creation and its variety of Color. Day and night, the disciple suffers from the illness of love, aching for what it knows not. Pain has lost for hi   

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AN EXTRACT FROM “DIVINE LOVE”(khoji)
‘Things Divine’ are beyond the comprehension or grasp of our limited intelligence. They can only be perceived or realized by the ‘insight’ of the Soul – called ‘Intuition’ or the ‘Third eye’ – in the sublime company of the Illuminated Souls, i.e. Sadh Sangat.

When we try to understand secrets of the Celestial World, they hazy vision of our limited intellig   

The connection of friendship between two individuals is dependent upon trust with which their minds are in tune and there is internal ‘exchange’ between them. When the feeling of trust ‘loosens’ or disappears, then the outer connection becomes superficial and is without benefit. Outwardly they might be meeting and having dealings but internally they become out of tune and the inward-looking partne   

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As, and when, we become conscious of our Divine Heritage, through inward deep meditation, and in sublime company of Awakened and Illuminated Souls, we partake and enjoy the Divine Blessings, and we shall thereby express and emanate the Glory of Divine Love.



Thus, the spiritual aspirant is wholly purified and engulfed by the Divine Grace and Light of His Presence, so that no trace of: desir   

“He was Guru Nanak then, it is Guru Nanak now and it shall be Guru Nanak hereafter.” He sings of Discipleship as a great cosmic process of the moral sublimation of life itself, metaphysically speaking, of God Him-self, starting from the smallest cold of clay to the highest Buddhahood, godhood. It is the Guru that makes God manifest. It is God come in person, come to us as man that starts the new l   

“INVISIBLE ROBBERS”
When religion gets low in us we feel within ourselves an inclination towards the lower thoughts (of love for material gains and passion towards lower tastes.)
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MY BABA

PROF.PURAN SINGH

Guru Nanak is Divine Humanity with a tap-root running into the fathomless, into that One without a second, whose Name is Truth Reality, who creates, whose presence excites no terror, no fear, even in the tender heart of chicken, who transcends all shapes and forms of times and space, who is the unborn immortal spirit of all Life. GURU NANAK to me Personal of the   

Spiritual Power

When we look at something our attention is drawn towards it.

In the materialistic world this attention dwells on the many folds of the mind:-

1. on things that are visible,
2. on our physical self,
3. on mental tendencies,
4. on the emotions of the intellect,
5. on the hue of past lifes,
6. on religious inclinations.

The mental hue of each and every living being   

LOVE IS INNOCENT

Love is innocent labor to find our own share from the infinite beauty of gods. Exactly some times we get it without much effort and sometimes we stain oceans and get nothing. Love is not only labor but also fruit, we must turn our eyes upwards and see to the fruits, and I do feel that man reduced to the sorry dimensions of his, becomes dead and yet, every philosopher I met say   

THE LAST WORD
The following words were addressed by Guru Gobind Singh to the Sikhs at Nander on the day of his departure from this planet:
“Wherefore always abide in cheerfulness and never give way to mourning. God is ever the same. He is neither young nor old. He is not born, nor doth He die. He dealeth not pain nor poverty. Know that the true Guru abideth as He. His creatures who are steeped i   

Guru Gobind Singh Ji : by Prof. Puran Singh
Wednesday 27th of September 2006
Prof. Puran Singh Ji
This article is a poetic meditation on the 'Rider of the Blue Steed,' the Tenth Guru. The special feature of Puran Singh's articulation is that it is a free intermix of the conceptual and emotional, distinguished from the cerebral hermeneutic of the West. Guru Gobind Singh emerges fr   

Lekh 24 ‘KARAAMAAT’ MIRACLE




When some unusual or rare and unexpected thing happens then that event is referred to as a ‘wonder’ or ‘miracle’.

To make this subject clear there is a need to discuss the under mentioned aspects -

1. Our mental state.

2. A natural wonder or divine miracle.

3. Miracles produced by the power of the intellect.

4. Miracles produced by the   

All I can do is let go of everything and everyone. My own human position I have long since outgrown. Its pattern remains but what of it? The human pattern must fall away in the presence of God.
But for me to attain God's presence, to attain enlightened consciousness, I must put myself first in a totally vulnerable position. I must stop taking thought for my life. I must kill my selfishness t   

GURU GLORIOUS
They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh; they ask me what he is to me. I tremble when they ask me, what he is to me.
Unable to say anything in reply, I burst forth into child-like cries of both joy and pain, and I faint away, knowing not what is He to me!
Only I say. Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, Guru Obvious and I am consoled. I slumber in His Lap, soothed by the lul   

A SIKH FAQIR
What are your gifts?
Your eyes are red with the wine that
Sparkles in the cup of the sky!
And your face is crimsoned with the
Unfading rose that no one yet has seen.
I cannot even write my name,
I am an unlettered farmer of the Punjab,
A poor Sikh who knows naught of your quest ions,
But do not be too familiar with me,
I am terrible when agitated;
I bite and none can be   

THE MAN AND THE POET
The poet in the East has traditionally been regarded as a person possessed. He is the odd man abroad, spinning on a precarious pivot, tending to shoot off the tangent into oblique fantasies and ambivalent uttering. In more acute cases, his quest ends up in a kind of “divine frenzy”, and thereafter his signatures become almost cabbalistic. He achieves a supra-rational state of   

Lekh 18

Dharam Parchaar

The flowering plant grows according to the law of nature. When it begins to flower the first thing that appears is a small bud. The bud grows and on full growth it opens its petals and blossoms as a complete flower. From the flower’s


fragrance
delicateness
beauty
youthfulness
freshness
bloom
life-current
juice
colour

God’s

True beauty
Residenc   

LEKH 17 RELIGIOUS PREACHING PART 7
(Spiritual Aspect)

Gurus and saints have at different times according to need started different religions :
To teach humanitarianism by giving good and lofty
direction to human beings with barbarous intellect,
To make human beings divine,
to give awareness and motivation of the spiritual sphere,
To awaken the desire, hunger, thirst of   

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A SILENT REVOLUTION

Our Master, Guru Gobind Singh, called us to death and extinction, for he felt that it was no use living at all without the sense of liberty aglow in us. He gave such a vital and martial timbre even to our prayers that we, for the first time in the history of India, saw that the great love to which our Master was calling was not a prayer of the crushed people, but a prayer   

THE KHALSA COMMUNE

The true vindication of the Khalsa Commune and its ideals, as announced by Guru Gobind Singh, has yet to materialize in the daily life of the Guru’s labourers. The modern world is, however, busy evolving the Guru’s Khalsa state out of social chaos. This much be said at once, that the Khalsa state is more than a mere republic of votes and ballots. It is more than the [form   

A HISTORY HEWN

Sikh history will ever be in the uncut, uncouth, wild, burning words of poet-labourers and artisan-singers. The names of the Ten Gurus inspire us with life and love, and we sing their praise and live and die in a sweet, soft, continuous inebriation. God brought us here. He takes us away. Pain and pleasure are His gifts, dispensations of His love. Thinking of Him we pass. Wh   

THE SACRED SOVEREIGNTY

In the constitution of the Khalsa State, the greatest act of genius was when the Guru transferred the divine sovereignty vested in him to his chosen people, the Khalsa. The Guru speaks for the people whose personality is transmuted into divine personality of selfless being. As the chemist talks of pure elements occurring in nature, the Guru refers to pure people of the   

THE TRESS-KNOT FRATERNITY

The Brotherhood of the Tress-knot was inaugurated by Guru Gobind Singh. It is the Brotherhood of Knights of Honour who live the inward life of Nam and Simrin. They are those whose presence sheds the nectar of peace all around. They desire neither crowns here nor paradise hereafter, they only yearn for His love, His mercy. They desire neither the mystic joys of Yog   

CHANTS OF LIBERTY

The Khalsa verily issued from the head of Guru Gobind Singh, as Minerva from Jupiter. We, the Sikhs, had our Resurrection en masse at the Master’s word sung in our ears in the battle-fields. War gave us the fiery baptism of God’s warm blood. We died. And that is how our Master said we should live. There is no other door to everlasting life but through death, like this, t   

BAPTISM OF THE SWORD

The Khalsa was literally baptized in the shadow of the sword. He lived poised on its sharp edge, and he died kissing its cold steel. Indeed iron had gone into his soul at his nativity. But it would be a great mistake to associate the Khalsa with wanton wars and bloodshed. He took to the sword because of a crisis of conscience.
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BIRTH OF A STAR

A new-comer, fresh from the white eternity into the world, the eyes of the Khalsa glow with the vision of the Invisible. The whispering millions on the other side of the River of Life mingle their voices and the Khalsa is truly one in many. On the bed of thorns, he lies as if on roses. What matters for him is not the husk or the shell, but the seed or the kernel within. The   

THE NUPTIALS OF LOVE

Hansa, a religious teacher of the Jains, came to the Master seeking the “hidden light” that illumines the path of life from within. He was a Pandit, a great painter and a leading monk. He brought an offering of a painting of the sunrise for Guru Gobind Singh. But the orders were that he should not have an audience with the Master. After a few days, some of the disciple   

FORGIVENESS IS ALL

Man is weak. He is, when sincere, but a pilgrim to the Golden Temple. And the path of the pilgrim is full of difficulties. Sometimes hunger, thirst, and nakedness, and sometimes incontinent desires dim his faith and bend it beyond the limits of elasticity. The faith breaks, the vision is lost, the nectar of repeating His name is spilled. Heavy darkness settles on his ey   

THE GAME OF LOVE

Said Khan, the Mughal General, besieging the fort of Anandpur, like the intellectuals and curious sentimentalists of all times, people who make of spirituality a clay toy of their own mind, doubted how Guru Gobind Singh could be as spiritual as Guru Nanak. And Said Khan was still doubting when along comes Guru Gobind Singh riding direct towards him on his purple steed. And S   

THE IMMORTAL QUARTET

During these vicissitudes, the Master halted once in the Lakhi jungle where the disciples gathered ‘round him again in hundreds and thousands. There he composed a very pathetic song which, even now brings tears to the eyes of his poor disciples:

O when they heard the call of the Beloved,
They came crying to Him,
So will the scattered herd of buffaloes fly to the lon   

WALLED UP IN ETERNITY

The Brahman cook, Gangu, who took Mata Gujri and her two grandsons, Fateh Singh and Zorawar Singh, to his village on their flight from Anandpur, turned traitor and handed them over to the Nawab of Sirhind. The grandmother was kept in a prison cell, separate from her infant charges. The little ones, pale and livid with many days’ privation, were produced in the Nawab’s c   

THE YOUNG MARTYRS

Chamkor had a small fortress, which Guru Gobind Singh occupied. He had then with him about forty disciples, and his two elder sons, Ajit Singh and Jujhar Singh- the former being fifteen years old and the latter thirteen. But soon the Imperial army, which was in hot pursuit, besieged this fortress also, and there was not way out but to fight and die one by one. The disciple   

THUS HE SPAKE

“I am Thine, death is nothing to me. I wear arms not to kill, but to dazzle with their flash the eyes of cowardly kings, and to blazon in letters of fire the supreme majesty of love over all. I need no kingdoms on this earth; I lust not for shining gold, nor for the beauty of women. I own nothing. All belong to Him, the Lord! If He has chosen to adorn my smile of Knowledge Ab   

THE MASTER TURNED DISCIPLE

After the initiation ceremony, the Guru asked his Five Beloved Disciples to prepare again the Nectar in the same way. It was the Master himself who offered first of all to drink the Amritam from the hands of the Beloved Five. From Guru Gobind Rai his name was changed to Guru Gobind Singh. Thereupon, the heavens resounded with the joyous ejaculation, “Sat Sri Akal”   

THE BLESSED FIVE

Guru Gobind Singh fixed a day for the gathering of all his disciples at Anandpur. When they had gathered from all parts of the country, he rose with a naked sword in his hand and called for a life to be offered to his steel from among their number, if they wished to continue as his disciples. This call caused terror in the assembly, for they had already forgotten the ways of   

“INVISIBLE ROBBERS”
When religion gets low in us we feel within ourselves an inclination towards the lower thoughts (of love for material gains and passion towards lower tastes.) In some cases the fall is also a necessity of the reaction of complex emotion you cannot tell. And those supports in their turn are living and they lift up the fallen on their giant   

COMING OF BODISATWA
King had grown very old; his hairs had turned all gray, though his face beamed with the glow of a new youth. He still ministered to his people, but at times, he could not contain his feelings of grief, and would burst to tears like a child.
And the princess had shrunk to a shadow of herself wholly ab   

MY MOTHER
Once my mother left me with my father, She was away for a month. I fell ill the evil eye was suspected- the village Hindu physician treated me without any relief. It was high fever, and I was reduced to mere Skeleton. Even in the Bed I looked like a miniature of HINDU ASCETIC. The maulvi came my father wept before him to cure me by his touch. Looking at me The maulvi smiled, It is T