GurjantGnostic

@sitokaur What about having a gun would prevent someone from chanting the naam or japji to overcome torture?

Replacing multiple identical posts. @sitokaur When you say Guru Nanak Ji brought khalsa raj, what do you mean exactly? When did his khalsa raj end?

I like how you're back for your eight hour shift having ignored the massive amount of evidence and explanation that people have been kind enough to give you. I also like how you not only ignore the gifts of information given to you but avoid questions like, why is your photo made to look like it's you? Other people pick photos that clearly are not meant to be them, but you went to great lengths to pick a photo to make you look "real", that clearly isn't you.

That logic doesn't apply to christians. If a christian does something like that, the christian controlled media calls them a nutjob. If a non-christian does something like that, it's proof that their religion and their race are violent.

Vaheguru ji ka kalsa, vaheguru ji ga fateh! I'm glad your enjoyed the share, it's kind of weird to talk about. First thing I woke up to was some professional angry troll, It'll be really nice to enjoy these videos.

Nice troll. Homophobic....lol Your english is too good for you to be misreading it like that. It's clearly, poof kalistan exists just like poof there's another troll. The comment about kirpan is obviously that it isn't for a show, that there is a martial reason for carrying it. What I want to know is what motivates you guys to troll this board so hard? Like what's in it for you? Is it a paycheck or a religious vendetta because outside of that I can't understand your motivations. Guru Nanak Ji said there should be four doors on the gurudwara to accept people from all directions. I guess as guest board moderator though, you've seen right to the heart of my redneck homophobia and I'm not welcome here. lol. The angry fake posters really interest me. It would be interesting to for the board administrations to see where they are connecting from. If they search the ip address I bet they find they aren't residential ips, I bet they're ips from data centers aka proxies, from an organization's network, or somewhere deep in the heart of NOT punjab. These trolls here and on other boards are always so angry too, like it just drips off them. I don't think you're a tiger my friend I think you're a rat. Might not be that long I've been on this board, but it isn't my first day on earth, and I can smell a an angry troll, or a fake sikh a mile away. It's like stockphoto kaur went and got reinforcements. If the actual board administration would like me to leave, I certainly will, it's their site. In the mean time, I've got bad news for you fake angry trolls. I'll call it.

That is what I would think, but I read an article on sikhnet, when I went to read the daily hukam, that was written by a kaur saying that women can't do seva there. http://www.sikhnet.com/news/i-am-banned-harmandir-sahib-seva-op-ed

I thought it was really cool he was getting a lot of attention on youtube and had seminars he advertised, but I wasn't sure. My understanding of punjabi being really limited I didn't know how to interpret his name. Thank you for clarifying. Saadh means happy? That offends me far less that Sat, heh.

You can come see me any time. I'd love to visit canada some time, always wanted to. I think the loneliness comes from a few things. You think the police are there to protect or help you, and most of them aren't. It's like rolling dice with cops. You have your corrupt cops, you have your cops who are to scared to do the job right, and you have your unfortunate minority of truly good cops who my heart just goes out to, that are all too rare. I was all gung ho to join the Air Force, and it's been a great experience, but really most people in it are....kind of lazy and ignorant and dropped all their core values on the floor long ago if they ever had them. There are some really awesome airmen too, just....sort of sprinkled in few and far between. Friends I had for a long time turned out to be on a different path, and not who I thought they were. Seems like I'm so busy these days, and the friends I still have are busy with their own lives, and my family that remains is busy with their lives. I just don't feel like I fit in with most "normal" people. I don't like to ask anyone for anything or burden them with my problems so I've secluded myself largely while Vaheguru has helped heal my alcoholism, depression, anger, and stress. There is a quote, something to the effect of "Careful in your fighting of monsters that you don't become one". As much as I did something that I think was good to help someone, it's like I wasn't untouched by the darkness of the event. It made me prepared to kill, not just fight, to help someone or preserve my own life. The people that love me haven't had the same troubles I have, I can tell they want the best for me, but they don't really understand it. Like I'm another species that they're really fond of. I went to the Gurudwara once here, they were very nice to me. But I could tell it made some people uncomfortable I was there. The first gurudwara here was bombed after 911 because americans are so ....number one in stupid.... So now it's on the hill, not too far from my apartment actually. I've been considering moving to the apartments that overlook the gurudwara, but they are rightfully untrusting of wypipo. I think I once my lease it up in two months I'll move next to the gurudwara, and in the mean time I think I'll start going. Joining the community here was sort of me working up to it. I guess the two greatest fears that keep from going to gurudwara are I don't want to make them uncomfortable, and if it turned out that I didn't fit in or they weren't as open as Nanak teaches us to be it would crush me. I couldn't take losing the khalsa too. I know not to expect perfection, it's just people, but if it turned out that they weren't for real I couldn't take it. EDIT: I'll add this. I had a truly amazing experience at the gurudwara. Due to some good instruction from a Kaur on the way in, and from ten years living in dojos I was able to conduct myself well enough. The last person reading from guru garanth sahib, said at the end in english "That their guest was always welcome and had conducted himself like he was born in a gurudwara". Which I appreciated but I could tell it was a pointed comment not just to me but to others that might not agree. Apparently you come and go as you please lol, I sat through the whole thing. Some very nice people came and made sure that I ate lungur at the end and I got to enjoy the...gurprasad(sp?) I sat with the kids to eat, kind of weird but it's where I felt like I fit in, heh. I figured I'd move next door to be close to the sangat, and even if I didn't go I could watch over the gurudwara.

I'm from Reno Nevada. I feel blessed to be alive for a lot of reasons and I feel blessed that young man is alive, and more so that his mother was spared that suffering. I took my cues from the Khalsa, and as a little boy told Vaheguru (I didn't know the naam then) that anyone who needed it, to send them to me and I would do everything I could, and that if someone isn't able to fight themselves, I will fight for them. That it would be better it happen to me since I was ready. To be honest that event and the aftermath left, and leaves me, feeling more and more alone in my area. If I did not have Vaheguru I would have nothing, and if there were not sikhs in the world I would find it all but dark. When I feel down I can go to Vaheguru, and when I feel alone I can see the khalsa and say "See. Vaheguru ji ka kalsa, Vaheguru ji ka fateh."

Motorcycles are largely replaced in modern warfare, you're right, but they were also not invented that long ago for warfare. Warfare didn't have drones then etc, but it certainly had plenty of bombs and bullets. The soldiers that used them in war, are the ones that popularized them int he USA when returning from war. That is how all the MC gangs were formed. In recent post 84 sikh history, many shaheed used their horsemanship skills, on motorcycles to pull off some awesome hits. Like you said.

Thank you. It's nice to be here. I truly appreciate it.

Thanks to you, I know now how to say "Booooleeee sooo Nihaaal! Sat Sri Akalee" Would have been great to hear it that day, but Sikh's are smart enough not to be drinking downtown. Lol. I know that had there been one I'd have not been alone. That's why I've come to kick it with you guys on sikhsangat. I don't really vibe with most people in my area these days. And sometimes I can't find answers to questions about punjabi, or guri, or things online.

Physically and mentally I would say the primary effects I've noticed are less anger, less fear, less depression, When I am on deployments it's sometimes hard to avoid meat, and when I've "relapsed" in those situations, each of those times was followed by a withdrawl-like symptom of irrational anger and frustration. I've also noticed that my body instantly maintains a healthier weight. That also is because I was saved from alcohol addiction by Vaeheguru Ji. After a head injury I was poisoning myself with the stuff to cope, and it reduced me to an unhealthy and depressed state. I sincerely believe it took the hand of something greater than myself to get clear of it, and again I had the example of the Khalsa to follow. Spiritually I feel healthier without meat as well. When I make food now, I think to myself nothing had to suffer and die for this, I didn't kill anything this time. When I eat it feels like when I would take communion as a child, that I was partaking in something spiritually fulfilling. When I eat this food I can feel that it is provided to me out of love by the creator, and I feel in better company. I was born in 1982, shortly before 1984. From my early childhood my mother would tell me two stories: One about Kitty Genovese being murdered in the middle of New York City and nobody coming to her aid. She would also tell me about the Khalsa and the attack on Harminder Sahib. She said that were I ever in a situation like that, I should do anything I could to help who needed it, like the Khalsa would, and to remember what happened to them and...I hate to say especially, but especially that if they ever needed help I would be better of dying with them than idly watching, that it would be a sin to watch something like that and not help. So I made a practice of looking out for people, which was typified by success. Mainly I'd verbally de-escelate things, and when attacked I always had what was needed. However one night while tending bar at a teahouse on the ground floor of a high rise downtown, a boy ran past the large window front. He was bleeding from all over, ear half hanging off, and four rather large, methed out, tattooed wanna be white gang bangers were chasing him with weapons. He collapsed on the front porch of the bar. Everyone in the bar told me not to go outside, but I told my female co-worker to call the police (knowing full well they'd be there a half hour or hour later) and put down the knife I was holding. I felt in that situation it would escalate things, and there was no room for it to get worse, In retrospect I should have taken it, or had a gun lol. When I got outside the young man was losing consciousness and his arm was visibly broken, it was already turning all sorts of wrong colors from where he'd been blocking their attacks. So I ran out and said "Hey guys, I don't know what this is about, but you've clearly won, he can't take anymore, it's over." This at first worked, they backed off for a moment and looked like they were going to leave, but then the biggest one thought he'd run back and try and stomp the guys unconscious head. I was pretty sure that would kill him, so I physically stepped in between them and repeated again "No, he's had enough"... and this is when things got trippy. It's the Internet so why not just say it like it is... I could see a fifth figure in the background, and all of a sudden it was like he and the other four were connected, by lines, like you see when constellations are drawn, and above them was this thing, that they all connected to, like it was driving them. I went to intercept this giant drugged out dude, I swung early, and he wound up bowling into me and latching on. I'm smart enough not to get caught in the middle usually (I've scrapped bullies my whole life, and spent ten years living as uchi deshi in Aikido Dojos in the USA and Japan) but I was stuck that time. This was the first time I'd stepped out of simple fighting and into something much worse. It didn't take long for his three friends to start lashing me open from behind with metal batons. I didn't feel the blows, they sounded like someone was banging on the walls of a metal shed I was in. I struggled briefly, then this peace took over me and I just stopped. I didn't lose consciousness or go down, I could just hear the batons wet pounding any my skull crunching. When I stopped fighting my point of view moved outside my body and I was looking down on the violence from above. My female co-worker, came out screaming at them like an irish banshee. I'm not sure if it was a combination of that and perhaps that head wounds bleed like no other and they couldn't stomach the sight of it anymore. Really I feel like I my life was spared by Vaheguru. Since you know...I'm smart, as they were leaving I spouted off some stuff like "Really, there's four of you guys and you have to hit me from behind with weapons?" They ran off, and left their car there. The cops came some ridiculous time after, hundreds of people, including six roided out security guards from the bar next door just stood there. The cops made me wait for an ambulance for an hour even though the hospital is four blocks from the bar and I could see it. They promised up and down they'd get the dudes, and they didn't. The security cameras didn't work, I had to pester a guy my family knows in internal affairs at the PD for months just for them to put a detective on it, and when he found and questioned them, they admit to the fight and said I had it coming cause I was talking S***. Which apparently where I'm from is enough for the cops to be like cool bro no charges then. To add insult to injury, the dudes frequented the biker bar across the street from my house, and were gang affiliated with the tattoo shop in my neighborhood... just my luck, and I'd call the PD and say the guys that attacked me are right across the street, and the cops wouldn't send anyone. So over time these guys realize they "know me", and they start threatening to shoot up my house (little did they know I was right behind the door, lights out, 30 30 in hand) and start following me around in their cars and pantomiming drive bys, or pantomime shanking me prison style. By this time, the hyper-vigilance and "ptsd" had set in. I was drinking heavily, foolishly, to medicate the physical and emotional pain. So I started carrying a .38 and going to all the worst bars I knew these dudes would frequent and I got the word out. I told all their associates that I had given the cops a chance to do their job and they hadn't and that I wasn't playing anymore and that I'd be seeing them for sure and that I had no mixed intentions about what I was going to do when I found them. Again Vaheguru interceded. Two of them went to prison, one wound up dead and one fled and I didn't have to murder anyone. The effects of the encounter lasted a long long time. Most people would just tell me I was stupid for even intervening in the first place. So I comforted myself initially with two things. One, knowing that if I hadn't done something I could have never felt alright about myself let alone looked that boy's mother in the face if he'd been murdered right in front of me. Two, that I wasn't a fool, that a shaheed or sant sipai would have done the same thing. It was at this time my interest in sikhi grew from respect to practice, and I turned to the naam for relief from my addiction, pain and depression. It wasn't until I re-read the police reports some time later, that I realized everyone reported four assailants and that I saw five, and of course nobody else saw the...thing above them. As far as I can tell that fifth guy wasn't even "there", the one that was in the background and never interacted physically. I guess to speak to our troll, yes study gutka, it's wonderful. Yes, chant the Naam, nothing is better. You really really might want to consider a firearm just in case though. If I had one with me that day, I'd have saved myself a lot of pain and drama, one way or the other. It's not every time you get spared, and even if you are, it's not without consequence. Since I already over-shared and popped the cork on weird talk, might as well share this too... When I started to find more comfort in Gurbani and the Naam, and my health started to improve, I had a dream that I was in a restaurant with my deceased grandfather. As is typical of dead people in my dreams, he smiled and his eyes sparkled but he wouldn't speak. I grabbed up wine from an empty table and began drinking it and telling him about my life struggles, and he'd smile and nod. There was a khalsa family eating at the a nearby table, and they said hello to my grandfather. The father figure of their family said to my grandfather "Watch this" and he said Sat Sri Akal, so I responded Sat Sri Akal, then he said "Waheguru" and I replied "Waheguru ji ga kalsa, Waheguru ji ga fateh" and he said to my granfather "See how well trained he is, why don't you let us have him?" My grandfather nodded and that was the lat time I saw him in my dreams that I remember. I can't count the number of times I'd have been done for spiritually or physically without the Kirpa of Maharaaj. I am truly a wretched fool many times over who is sustained I think by Kirpa alone. After all of this I joined the Air Force, thinking that I'd be more connected or enfranchised in my community. I didn't get any earthly justice and I thought maybe if I was more affiliated that I'd be better off, but that isn't true really. I've met some truly excellent people in the Air Force, but there is a really large contingent of people who don't live the Air Force core values at all, so it's kind of a let down in that regard, and it was another lesson not to look for solutions in people. I figured if I was going to associate with anyone might as well be select solid individuals only, and as far as groups go I don't really connect with them any more unless it's the Aikidoka in the Dojo or Sikhs in my community that I'm always happy to see. Well...ask me what time it is I guess I'll tell you how the watch was made. Hopefully that's interesting to read if nothing else.

Absolutely. Thanks to the example set by the Guru Sahiban, the Khalsa, and writings of SIkh Dr's I've stopped eating it. I've realized the huge impact the hormones have on us, and that we are not meant to eat it physically, and also that it is cruel. I was a fool to eat it, and am thankful to the Sangat for helping me. I am still a fool and am thankful for gurbani, and simran. I am thankful to be able to come here and surround myself with wiser people than myself. I've been chanting the naam, reading my daily hukam, and studying japji for some time now, all of which has benefit me immensely. I still struggle with anger and attachment but as my focus on vaheguru increases my pain and anger decrease. I carry my own "kirpan" and by the good example of the Khalsa seek to love and protect anyone who needs it, which I've almost paid the final bodily price for before. I am like a stray dog, that comes to the gurus house, having been so well treated I am loyal to my master. My master who I cannot even be a sacrifice to. When the fear and darkness seem to be falling upon me I chant the naam and release my head as if it has been cut off for the guru. It has come to be my only comfort.

Yeah. That made me chuckle. I was just making sure it wasn't some super horrible joke that you had to edit out or something that I missed. When I used to eat meat, I'd order a cheeseburger, and then with a dead serious face ask the waiter to make sure only kosher ingredients were used.

Is the joke he's referring to about the earrings? I'm confused. I think we all agree the Guru Sahiban are worthy of our respect. If it was the joke about the earring stand, I thought it was funny, but I have all the class of a stray dog. I think when we are free of the five vices we will look at this maya and laugh and laugh. Everything we took so seriously, how offended we were on behalf of our own fragile egos. This place is too ugly not to be a big joke in the end. I also think whether it's the Guru Sahiban, or Buddah, or Christ, that they must have a really good sense of humor and some thick skin. I bet they spend half their time laughing at us and the other half shaking their heads. I guess it's fair to say some people thought it was funny and some didn't, and if we're upset about it, it's an opportunity to release some damas and chant the naam and chuckle.

I'd be sayin that the whole time I shot back.

Which one? lol

If you're interested maybe research wovoka and the ghost dance that occurred in my area. I mean if you're on the clock why not learn something about another culture right?

You get paid to troll by some organization or just do it for free? I know what it is. You have a controlling interest in a brick factory and you're looking to create a climate you can unload your surplus. Here's a pic from catalonia for you.

Yeah. I've only recently been reading sikhi forums and I can tell you that sikh forums are heavily targeted by trolls....like....overly so. Haters gonna hate. Look their profile pic is a stock image.

I'm not sure why anyone would think that the Gurus did not use guns, or would not use any weapon they have available to them for good. The russians have a saying "Pray to God, row for shore". I'd like to share these passages from "Pearls of Sikhism" Following the Martyrdom of Guru Arjan Ji... ..."The silent resistance and suffering for righteous cause might sometimes enable the tyrant to see his evil actions and he can be improved. But history stands witness that no amount of non-violence can succeed against a tyrant who is hardened and steeped in criminal oppressive ways and who pays no heed to basic values or moral and civilized conduct. Against such men, non-violence is only another name of disgraceful cowardice in their dictionary. Such power drunk men must be struck with a stick bigger than theirs. The Guru (Gru Har Gobind Ji at this time) issued an order to the Masands that he would be pleased with those who brought offerings of arms and horses instead of money. He laid the foundation of Akal Takhat...." ..."Guru Tegh Bahadur's martyrdom symbolized in itself the resistance to the tyranny of Muslim rule in favor of a new society. When evil is holding its head high, should a holy man knuckle under it or take up arms to combat and destroy it? The young Guru, Gobind Rai, decided in favor of the latter course i.e. to combat evil and uphold righteousness. He thus enjoined upon his followers to make use of the sword if all other means failed to liquidate the wicked and his wickedness. In order to achieve this mission, he issued "Hukamnamas" to his follower to present him with arms of different designs. The Guru's orders were obeyed and with great zeal and devotion. He himself wore uniform and bore arms and induced others to practice archery and musket-shooting...." If Khalsa Raj comes into being without guns, it surely will not last without guns, and if it comes into existence without Khalsa guns it will be by the authority of some foreign power....with guns. There is a reason why kirpan is one of the five k's and it isn't because it looks pretty. Can you imagine what would happen if poof Kalistan exists....oh btw friendly neighbors we don't have any guns, we trust you won't hurt us...I mean historically you've never tried to genocide us before.....so we're good right?

The lost Sikh turban style! At last!

I would say in the modern world, that horsemanship has translated into some impressive motorcycle use...for...uh...justice.