Category archive: Your Stories

Happiness Runs

Sat Nam Dear Family, There’s a song we sing called “Happiness Runs” which was first sung and released by Donovan in 1969. It’s almost like a camp song. By that I mean that its very simple, rhythmic, and catchy. It could even sung in rounds. The Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan, loved this song.
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Resistencia

Por SS Kartar Singh Khalsa, Sterling VA Invierno 2017 Boletín del Ministerio de SDI Déjame ser claro – Actualmente yo no leo mis banis cada día, aunque lo hice como una práctica diaria por muchos años. Así que déjame hablar honestamente y abiertamente acerca del tema de la resistencia. Tres veces el
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Journey into the Heart of Sikh Dharma (2016-2017 Testimonials)

Visit www.jhsd.org for more information about this course When I began the course I did not have much knowledge of Sikh Dharma and Sikh writings, other than Japji.  My main goals were to learn about Sikh prayers, philosophy and ceremony, as well as deepen my relationship with the Guru.  It has been an amazing
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Bow to the Now

A Story about the Siri Singh Sahib Ji Sat Nam Dear Family, “Sir, what do teachers mean when they tell students to live in the Now? I mean, I get it, but there must be more than I know?” Along with many other students, we were sitting on the veranda of the cabin
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Resistance

by SS Kartar Singh Khalsa, Sterling VA Winter 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter Let me be clear—I don’t currently read my banis every day, although I did so as a daily practice for many years. So let me speak honestly and openly about the topic of resistance. Three times the Siri Singh Sahib told me—all
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The Rhythm of Life

by SS Prabhu Prakash Kaur Khalsa, on the road USA Winter 2017 SDI Ministry Newsletter Like my mother before me, I’ve been a singer all my life. While still in the womb, I absorbed my mother’s joy of devotional singing and the love she projected through her voice. I can’t remember a time in my
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God is Everywhere

I grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Sacramento, California. I was always fascinated to go next door to our neighbor's, an older couple, who had the exact same house as us, but everything in their house looked neat, newly bought, sturdy, and white. Our living room, instead of the neat white couches and matching
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The Big Sleep

This article is courtesy of 3HO My father committed suicide in 1942. I was 13. I blotted out thoughts about death for many years. In my mind, death was just a permanent dreamless sleep. I had never attended a funeral until I went with Yogi Bhajan to a memorial service for Peter the Hermit,
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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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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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Majesty and a Yatra to Hemkunt Sahib, the Sacred Himalayas in India

A extraordinary place that is regularly recommended for Sikhs and spiritual seekers to travel to and visit is Hemkunt Sahib in India. It is considered a most sacred location where a great saint and savior of humankind meditated and prepared himself to inspire and lead humanity as well as to fight injustice. Below are details of
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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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