Never Far from Simran

by SS Satya Kaur Corfield, Espanola NM  Fall 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter Simran—the constant remembrance of God—is the one aspect of Sikh Dharma that resonates above almost all else for me. Having two “10”s in my numerology has always given me a connection to Guru Gobind Singh. With two children who have Simran as
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The Practice of Naam Simran

by SS Guru Prem Singh Khalsa, Los Angeles, CA Fall 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter I experienced a unique relationship in my practice of Naam Simran under the guidance of the Siri Singh Sahib. It began in 1981, when he asked a favor of me that would take the next seven years to accomplish. I
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Simran is Everything

by SS Mata Mandir Singh Khalsa, San Francisco CA Fall 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter Simran is often translated as “remembrance,” which, to me, doesn’t explain the word. Other people say simran is repeating a mantra. I understand repeating a mantra as japa, which means “to repeat a mantra.” Does repeating a mantra lead
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Honoring the Legacy

by SS Jot Singh Khalsa, Millis MA Fall 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter It has been 45 years since I embarked on this sacred path of Kundalini Yoga and Sikh Dharma. Along the way there have been many blessings that have helped me understand the concept of sacredness, and to begin to integrate it within
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Holding the Remembrance

by SS Prabhu Nam Kaur Khalsa, San Leandro CA Fall 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter Simran is remembering of, or meditation on God’s Name. It is also prayer. “Simran” is the noun form of “simar,” which means to remember, to hold in remembrance, to meditate on. The Gurmukhi word sounds the same as the
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Cantando en el Templo Dorado

El aire de la madrugada en Amritsar es cálido a mediados de Septiembre. Nuestro auto corría por las calles vacías. Estábamos atrasados. conductores de Rickshaw cubiertos en mantas dormían en sus carros. Ampolletas incandescentes solitarias descubrieron perros callejeros husmeando montones de basura. Los fantasmas de una ciudad. Mi mente se preguntó “Soy digno de esto?”
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