Excerpts from the book I Am a Woman: Creative, Sacred & Invincible, published by KRI
For a woman, prayer is to walk like a woman, talk like a woman, be like a woman. It is prayer. Just be a woman—that’s what God made you.
The stars will never change. When the stars go retrograde, enemies will become strong and they will attack you. Your friends will become enemies and they will leave you. People will misunderstand you. Those who do not want to pay the price for anything, don’t get anything. The question is not where the stars are, or whether they are in retrograde, the question is, do you have a mind that can excel? Is your mind tapped in to Guru? If your mind is tapped in to Guru, Guru’s words, they call it “Guru’s ward.” If you have become Guru’s ward, then God is your shield.
Is there any miracle other than your prayer or your piety or your purity? Do you think I am that powerful? Not at all. Whatever happens, whatever the stars want, whatever the karma is, whatever the destiny is, whatever wrong is written in the destiny, which one must go through; one prayer can change it all. That’s why psychics are no good. That’s why astrology, despite being a mathematical science, is no good. That’s why numerology, which I have mastered, won’t stand. Japji says,
Akhree naam akhree saalaah. Akhree giaan geet gun gaah. Akhree likhan bolan baan. Akhraa sir sanjog vakhaan. Jin eh likhe tis sir naah-eh. Jiv furmaae tiv tiv paah-eh.
In primal sounds are Naam and praise. In primal sounds are knowledge and song. In primal sounds are words spoken and written. In primal sounds is your destiny written. The One who writes is beyond all that. As God commands, so people get.
—Guru Nanak, Siri Guru Granth Sahib, page 4, Japji
It is all written. First there was the Word, Word was with God, and Word is God. Akhar means the word. Akhar means the figures. Figures don’t lie. Prayer doesn’t listen to anything. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?
Once when I was in the army our orderly said, “Sir, your dinner is served.” We six officers went to the tent to eat dinner. In the middle of dinner I said to them, “I’m leaving, no questions asked.” They understood. I hurriedly ran along the side of the river and found a big, huge boulder. I went behind it to do what I had to do, then I heard a huge noise. I couldn’t think of anything. It was all calm. Afterwards, I washed my hands. I got up, turned and looked around. I couldn’t say what I saw. There was neither a camp nor a tent, nothing but smolder and smoke. I looked to the sky, looked to God, and couldn’t see a thing.
A week later I received a letter from my mother. It said, “On such and such day, in the evening, I had such a painful thought about you that I could not stay home. I went to the Gurdwara, and I prayed and asked God to protect you. Then I took all the pay you sent to me and distributed food among the poor. Your papa was not feeling well. He was mad that I came home so late but you know sometimes I do those kinds of things. I hope you let me know how you are. Are you okay? I saw you very, very sick. It may be my imagination. I’m going to stop this letter. I would like to hear from you.” I looked at the date of the letter. I remembered the camp, the tent and the dinner. The time difference was only three minutes.
I’m not saying incidents, coincidence, or bad things won’t happen. What I’m trying to explain to you is that power is not in time or space—power is in prayer.
From I Am a Woman: Creative, Sacred & Invincible – Selections from the Women’s Teachings by Yogi Bhajan, Master of Kundalini Yoga, p. 54. Kundalini Research Institute. 2009.