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Doing so. Carefully. Intentionally. Joyfully also ....
Prepare for a lifetime - and beyond - love affair.
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luke lim. please read gurbani wichar. it is the translation of Sikh scripture. thank u
Welcome to SPN!
Feel free to look through the site and to ask us anything you're unclear about. None of us is an expert, but we're always glad to give an opinion.
Thank you @swarn bains @Inderjeet Kaur for your kind advice.
ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕਾ ਖਾਲਸਾ !
ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕੀ ਫਤਹਿ !!
I am interested in connecting with fellow Sadhakas who regularly practise Sadhana and Japa/Mantra Yoga. My main interests are Mahapurash,Bhagti & Devotion.
I want to engage in discussions about how to practically improve oneself on this path, how to maintain Amritvela , and how to get better & stronger at Japa.
Dhan Guru Nanak!
ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕੀ ਫਤਹਿ !!
I am interested in connecting with fellow Sadhakas who regularly practise Sadhana and Japa/Mantra Yoga. My main interests are Mahapurash,Bhagti & Devotion.
I want to engage in discussions about how to practically improve oneself on this path, how to maintain Amritvela , and how to get better & stronger at Japa.
Dhan Guru Nanak!
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where in canada kid!
Cheri
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Sata sri akala
My name is cheri and I am from australia.
Ive been looking into sikhism for about 6 months. I visit the gurudwaras around melbourne and only just found one where many singhs and kaurs speak english so I've been given a heap of cds and some books to read but also found this site too.
I was originally muslim for 10 years and born into a Christian family until I converted to Islam.
I am currently agnostic and researching other religions.
Nice to meet everyone
My name is cheri and I am from australia.
Ive been looking into sikhism for about 6 months. I visit the gurudwaras around melbourne and only just found one where many singhs and kaurs speak english so I've been given a heap of cds and some books to read but also found this site too.
I was originally muslim for 10 years and born into a Christian family until I converted to Islam.
I am currently agnostic and researching other religions.
Nice to meet everyone
Neelam Sareen
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- Jul 15, 2016
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Gurfateh Singh ji
Two words — knowledge and education— have specific meanings. In short, the education is the collection of data or information by sense organs, which can be imparted to a person by training. However, from a Spiritual standpoint, the knowledge is something that must be discovered. Hence, education can only be meaningful and purposeful if it leads one to the knowledge by which he can discover the Truth for himself; for he can see life in its totality and completeness and not just in part.
To join SPN will help me a lot to understand more deeply.
Warm regards
Neelam
Neelam Ji - welcome and a very good morning [07:36 UK].
Hope you will enjoy the sangat [congregation] at SPN where you give a little and take a little all in the name of "wisdom". From a spiritual perspective you're not here of your own freewill but by the grace of God. Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji [SGGSJ] captures it nicely, "...gur pu'ray charni laya har sang sa'hi paya" [page 623 SGGSJ].
Once again, welcome !
Regards
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welcome, I hope we can also learn from you
Hello Everyone!
I am new to Sikhi. I live in a rural community in the USA, and have joined this forum in hopes of getting to interact with and learn from some of you. I'm sure I'll be posting in the New to Sikhism section for a while!
I look forward to interacting with you all.
Katearina
I am new to Sikhi. I live in a rural community in the USA, and have joined this forum in hopes of getting to interact with and learn from some of you. I'm sure I'll be posting in the New to Sikhism section for a while!
I look forward to interacting with you all.
Katearina
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an old jungle saying goes thus..
a wise old sage once said - ‘ the dead forever remain dead, but the living are not always alive.’ I found myself reflecting on the truth of this ‘lore and even though the myth behind this legend seems obscure, the truth is not. I began to reminiscence the times I was –‘alive’. Suddenly I was at loss – ‘come on – just recollect the most important moments of your life; - I told myself. With a shock I realised that the most important milestones in my life that meant so much to me did not somehow fit into the sage’s wise words. The first time I stepped onto a ship as a cadet, my first command as a Captain – these were ‘The Moments’ of my life, nothing, nothing could be bigger than this. Then wrapped in genuine horror I realised that – they were - very big, very special, but somehow, somehow short of the prophecy.
I began to sweat and lost all hope, a feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed engulfed me. I felt distressed and my mind like always jumped into the fray and rescued me once again. I don’t know the details of the battle that waged thereafter; all I remember is the outcome of the confrontation was drifting into a deep slumber. My mind later gave me the details and warned me to beware of the two dangerous enemies of mine that had caused me this suffering – my heart and my soul. I made the two suffer for hurting me so deeply which pleased my mind and I confined the two to the abyss with dire consequences – should they ever try to even dream of any escape from the hellhole. My best friend on whose advice I had done so hugged me so lovingly and I felt a twinge of pride in having handled the situation so courageously. So, it was the same every night. My mind would whisper – ‘goodnight’ and we hugged each other tight and drifted off to the kingdom of the night.
Secretly, every night when I fell asleep, my soul and heart would lie awake talking to each other. My soul confessed to my heart that it was hurting to see me saddened this way. The heart pleaded helplessness and reminded the soul of the endless times it had reached out, begged me, even fallen down on it’s knees – only to be kicked, rebuked rather sternly and – did the soul forget that awful night when they were both were unceremoniously dismissed after being humiliated. Unless the soul could convince my mind there was nothing the heart could do – sad but true. ‘Even if both of us yelled together, the pleading would only reverberate inside the abyss’ – the soul, lovingly reached out to my heart and embraced the heart – ‘we have the one thing the mind will never possess – we have our faith’. Through the tears the heart saw the soul and it appeared so divine and holy – misty eyed and feeling the magic of hope the heart smiled sadly and softly. The soul swore – ‘see, we have our faith’. Somewhere high above a yawn followed the crackle of a laughter – fools!, no wonder I despise them he thought and hugged me tight and we drifted off to Mysterious Kingdom of Blissful Sleep. The guardian of Sleep kingdom had a very loving face and it reflected kindness, warmth and so full of – I could never understand, maybe love. As soon as my mind stepped in he began to stare behind me, he always did that – I wondered why, before ordering the hauling up of the drawbridge and the closure of the main castle gates. He knew no one else would be coming. Being a pious man he prayed for me on that rainy night just as he had on many endless nights before – ‘Dear God, have mercy on this heartless and soulless child – forgive him and help him find himself’, while I slept blissfully unaware. My mind had mastered the art of putting me to sleep well, I slept like a log.
The next morning I woke up fresh and well rested, however the alarm had been accidently set for four am. I never usually leave the confines of my cosy bed until well after sunrise. On impulse I decided to go and watch the sunrise. I quickly freshened up and went out on a morning walk/jog. For about two hours I was the only one awake and I covered the beautiful walk around the hill and finally reached the top of the hill – Kailashgiri. The hill is named in honour of a god and is next to the sea, every sight for miles around the hill is mesmerising even in the day, and the effect at twilight was simply magical and truly mesmerising. Despite the cold winter wind blowing I was sweating when I made it all the way to the top and sat down to rest a while at the point that is named – ‘Titanic’ and shaped like a forecastle. I stood there alone and felt nostalgic. It felt as if I was sailing down the oceans and the view was almost as if one was on a bridge wing out in the open ocean. I don’t know how long I stood there before I noticed a silhouette while the sun was still below the horizon. It seemed familiar and was holding onto something indiscernible. Just then I felt the zephyr caress me softly and I smiled softly. The apparition fearfully smiled back at me and I smiled again, this time with true affection. The warmth in my eyes was the icebreaker and slowly I felt my heart smiling. I was about to wake up my mind but I felt guilty about doing it since I had been really working it overtime and this was the only time I remember in a long time waking before my mind did. Anyway I reasoned out with myself - what harm can a broken heart and a wounded soul do to me ? For about an hour all three of us sat there just staring at the Sun God rising over King Neptune’s domain. No words were spoken, and out of the blue I reached out and put a hand around my heart while I gestured with kindness to my soul to sit on the other side. The three of us sat with my arms wrapped around each other for a long time. I don’t remember having a conversation, all I recall is coming home around ten.
My mind sensed the change in me and began to cry. I understood the pain that it was feeling, but I had also realised that pain needs an outlet to flow out and drain itself. I had to wait until the time my mind would have cried and run out of tears, until time would hold her hand and begin the healing. The God of Time is a healer, because it heals anything and everything, also because it is always healing someone all the time.
It has been about 2 years now since I came full circle.
Sometimes I wonder - why did the sages bother going to forests in search of God? Spend sometime with a kid and you will find him without even making any real effort. The trio in every child live in perfect harmony. Whenever the trio reside in anybody in harmony, the presence of the maker is abundantly felt. It does not matter how insignificant or unimportant the person is. Frailty, that is what we cannot completely eradicate, so we find that the One only visit’s us – randomly - sometimes in our dreams, our actions, our words, our deeds. The Sages may have come to this conclusion centuries ago, therefore went to the forests to turn back time - until all that was left of them was a child.
Ask anybody what the colour of the sea is and chances are that he will tell you it’s blue. Ask a mariner and he will state that fact that it is – grey!. Yes, grey – that’s how I always remember it. Perhaps that is the reason I look at life and paint it in the same colour. Nothing is black or white; everything in the world has shades of grey.
Many a times I thank the maker for so many things.i could not have chosen a better place to grow up in. I could not have ever asked my Maker for a better daughter, a wife who is a devout sikhni and my inspiration. Their smile is proof of Waheguru"s soothing presence. I need no other sign.
I sometimes recall the words of my soul to the heart – ‘we have our faith’. Yes, we do.
Well the wise, old Sage also remarked thus – ‘it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’....what is love? The trio shoot back – what is not love?.
Love!,an emotion the Maker has ensured is endowed in every being in abundant quantity. This is one of the biggest miraculous powers gifted to us. The more one casts his magic of love, the more he is blessed with it. The Sun spreads it as soon as he rises shyly over the horizon. Watch the sun rising over the sea and you will feel the love flow into your very being. Some things are meant to be felt, because they can never be explained. The enigma is not only intriguing but mystifying as well. And therein is the beauty - the courage to accept things for what they are. Faith! – yes, keep the faith.
Now that I have been blessed to have the kirpa of attending the amrit vela in the Gurudwara for the past few months I know for a fact that Waheguru is kind and generous even to the worthless and lowly.
All I need is the amrit which does not seem too far....
I'm exited at the prospect of treading through the Narrow gates..for my Guru will hold my hand all the way.Waheguru always did, just that I realised it after 42 years and someday later perhaps I will share how the Guru saw fit to welcome me into his fold.
The why only Waheguru knows.
WGJDK, WGJDF.
a wise old sage once said - ‘ the dead forever remain dead, but the living are not always alive.’ I found myself reflecting on the truth of this ‘lore and even though the myth behind this legend seems obscure, the truth is not. I began to reminiscence the times I was –‘alive’. Suddenly I was at loss – ‘come on – just recollect the most important moments of your life; - I told myself. With a shock I realised that the most important milestones in my life that meant so much to me did not somehow fit into the sage’s wise words. The first time I stepped onto a ship as a cadet, my first command as a Captain – these were ‘The Moments’ of my life, nothing, nothing could be bigger than this. Then wrapped in genuine horror I realised that – they were - very big, very special, but somehow, somehow short of the prophecy.
I began to sweat and lost all hope, a feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed engulfed me. I felt distressed and my mind like always jumped into the fray and rescued me once again. I don’t know the details of the battle that waged thereafter; all I remember is the outcome of the confrontation was drifting into a deep slumber. My mind later gave me the details and warned me to beware of the two dangerous enemies of mine that had caused me this suffering – my heart and my soul. I made the two suffer for hurting me so deeply which pleased my mind and I confined the two to the abyss with dire consequences – should they ever try to even dream of any escape from the hellhole. My best friend on whose advice I had done so hugged me so lovingly and I felt a twinge of pride in having handled the situation so courageously. So, it was the same every night. My mind would whisper – ‘goodnight’ and we hugged each other tight and drifted off to the kingdom of the night.
Secretly, every night when I fell asleep, my soul and heart would lie awake talking to each other. My soul confessed to my heart that it was hurting to see me saddened this way. The heart pleaded helplessness and reminded the soul of the endless times it had reached out, begged me, even fallen down on it’s knees – only to be kicked, rebuked rather sternly and – did the soul forget that awful night when they were both were unceremoniously dismissed after being humiliated. Unless the soul could convince my mind there was nothing the heart could do – sad but true. ‘Even if both of us yelled together, the pleading would only reverberate inside the abyss’ – the soul, lovingly reached out to my heart and embraced the heart – ‘we have the one thing the mind will never possess – we have our faith’. Through the tears the heart saw the soul and it appeared so divine and holy – misty eyed and feeling the magic of hope the heart smiled sadly and softly. The soul swore – ‘see, we have our faith’. Somewhere high above a yawn followed the crackle of a laughter – fools!, no wonder I despise them he thought and hugged me tight and we drifted off to Mysterious Kingdom of Blissful Sleep. The guardian of Sleep kingdom had a very loving face and it reflected kindness, warmth and so full of – I could never understand, maybe love. As soon as my mind stepped in he began to stare behind me, he always did that – I wondered why, before ordering the hauling up of the drawbridge and the closure of the main castle gates. He knew no one else would be coming. Being a pious man he prayed for me on that rainy night just as he had on many endless nights before – ‘Dear God, have mercy on this heartless and soulless child – forgive him and help him find himself’, while I slept blissfully unaware. My mind had mastered the art of putting me to sleep well, I slept like a log.
The next morning I woke up fresh and well rested, however the alarm had been accidently set for four am. I never usually leave the confines of my cosy bed until well after sunrise. On impulse I decided to go and watch the sunrise. I quickly freshened up and went out on a morning walk/jog. For about two hours I was the only one awake and I covered the beautiful walk around the hill and finally reached the top of the hill – Kailashgiri. The hill is named in honour of a god and is next to the sea, every sight for miles around the hill is mesmerising even in the day, and the effect at twilight was simply magical and truly mesmerising. Despite the cold winter wind blowing I was sweating when I made it all the way to the top and sat down to rest a while at the point that is named – ‘Titanic’ and shaped like a forecastle. I stood there alone and felt nostalgic. It felt as if I was sailing down the oceans and the view was almost as if one was on a bridge wing out in the open ocean. I don’t know how long I stood there before I noticed a silhouette while the sun was still below the horizon. It seemed familiar and was holding onto something indiscernible. Just then I felt the zephyr caress me softly and I smiled softly. The apparition fearfully smiled back at me and I smiled again, this time with true affection. The warmth in my eyes was the icebreaker and slowly I felt my heart smiling. I was about to wake up my mind but I felt guilty about doing it since I had been really working it overtime and this was the only time I remember in a long time waking before my mind did. Anyway I reasoned out with myself - what harm can a broken heart and a wounded soul do to me ? For about an hour all three of us sat there just staring at the Sun God rising over King Neptune’s domain. No words were spoken, and out of the blue I reached out and put a hand around my heart while I gestured with kindness to my soul to sit on the other side. The three of us sat with my arms wrapped around each other for a long time. I don’t remember having a conversation, all I recall is coming home around ten.
My mind sensed the change in me and began to cry. I understood the pain that it was feeling, but I had also realised that pain needs an outlet to flow out and drain itself. I had to wait until the time my mind would have cried and run out of tears, until time would hold her hand and begin the healing. The God of Time is a healer, because it heals anything and everything, also because it is always healing someone all the time.
It has been about 2 years now since I came full circle.
Sometimes I wonder - why did the sages bother going to forests in search of God? Spend sometime with a kid and you will find him without even making any real effort. The trio in every child live in perfect harmony. Whenever the trio reside in anybody in harmony, the presence of the maker is abundantly felt. It does not matter how insignificant or unimportant the person is. Frailty, that is what we cannot completely eradicate, so we find that the One only visit’s us – randomly - sometimes in our dreams, our actions, our words, our deeds. The Sages may have come to this conclusion centuries ago, therefore went to the forests to turn back time - until all that was left of them was a child.
Ask anybody what the colour of the sea is and chances are that he will tell you it’s blue. Ask a mariner and he will state that fact that it is – grey!. Yes, grey – that’s how I always remember it. Perhaps that is the reason I look at life and paint it in the same colour. Nothing is black or white; everything in the world has shades of grey.
Many a times I thank the maker for so many things.i could not have chosen a better place to grow up in. I could not have ever asked my Maker for a better daughter, a wife who is a devout sikhni and my inspiration. Their smile is proof of Waheguru"s soothing presence. I need no other sign.
I sometimes recall the words of my soul to the heart – ‘we have our faith’. Yes, we do.
Well the wise, old Sage also remarked thus – ‘it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’....what is love? The trio shoot back – what is not love?.
Love!,an emotion the Maker has ensured is endowed in every being in abundant quantity. This is one of the biggest miraculous powers gifted to us. The more one casts his magic of love, the more he is blessed with it. The Sun spreads it as soon as he rises shyly over the horizon. Watch the sun rising over the sea and you will feel the love flow into your very being. Some things are meant to be felt, because they can never be explained. The enigma is not only intriguing but mystifying as well. And therein is the beauty - the courage to accept things for what they are. Faith! – yes, keep the faith.
Now that I have been blessed to have the kirpa of attending the amrit vela in the Gurudwara for the past few months I know for a fact that Waheguru is kind and generous even to the worthless and lowly.
All I need is the amrit which does not seem too far....
I'm exited at the prospect of treading through the Narrow gates..for my Guru will hold my hand all the way.Waheguru always did, just that I realised it after 42 years and someday later perhaps I will share how the Guru saw fit to welcome me into his fold.
The why only Waheguru knows.
WGJDK, WGJDF.
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24by7masti
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Hello Everyone,
I'm Gurmeet from Pune, India and looking for to make an attempt to learn about the teachings of our Guru Sahibs.
-Gurmeet
I'm Gurmeet from Pune, India and looking for to make an attempt to learn about the teachings of our Guru Sahibs.
-Gurmeet
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