Har Ka Daas

Hes meant to be back in Sydney by the 28th of this month for a week. Then of to Adelaide and Perth (other cites in australia).

Vahegurooo A really nice discussion. Daas thinks Mann Veerji is right about the Cage representing the body and the Bird representing the soul. This comes up quite often in Gurbani. To understand the part about the threads, i think we we need to look at the previous line too. khY kbIru sunhu ry sMqhu myrI myrI JUTI ] kehai kabeer sunahu rae sa(n)thahu maeree maeree jhoot(h)ee || Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints - it is false to call out, ""Mine, mine."" Calling out "Mine Mine" is like saying and believing that all things in your life are yours. And you attach yourself to them as if you were connected to them by string. icrgt Pwir ctwrw lY gieE qrI qwgrI CUtI ]5]3]16] chiragatt faar chattaaraa lai gaeiou tharee thaagaree shhoottee ||5||3||16|| Breaking the bird cage, death takes the bird away, and only the torn threads remain. ||5||3||16|| When Jum comes, the messenger of death, it takes the soul out of the body. All those things that you thought belonged to you, that you thought were yours, when death comes, none of them go with you. You cant keep hold of them, the stings break and all thats left is the torn threads. But Maharaj knows the real meanings :upid:

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Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh This topics interesting. Thank you Guru Ji for protecting us from all theses things. Guru Pyar Pyar Guru that’s all we need. Rest is all sorted out ! But if you want to know more about those Jumdhoots and all that read on Dharam Raaj. He is the judge of where you go in the after-life, he might send you to hell; back in the churasi lakh joon or to sachkhand etc thats all i know, sorry if i have given the incorrect explanation. Usually what happens when a Gursikh 'dies' (inverted commas since we dont really die), Jumdhooots dont come to take them. Another Gursikh who has already reached Sach Khand comes to get that Gursikh. The two would know each others from their lives. So Gursikhs dont go with Jumdhoots or go to Dharamraaj. Ofcource Gursikhs can see Jamdhoots when they reach a certain avastha but theres no fear from them. Maharaj says that His Gursikhs accounts are torn. I think Bani also says that how dare someone even ask for the accounts of my Sikh. I dont know who controls hell. I know someone who saw hell. Before they came towards Sikhi, they with walking with 2 other friends. One of his friends was smoking and all of a sudden a hole in the ground opened up in front of them. It quickly expanded and they all fell in. Falling and looking down he saw what looked like maggots below. When he got closer, he saw that they were actually people packed really close to each others. And it was the typical way that Hell is described. With Satan (or whoever it is ) whipping the people. He did a little prayer saying God please help me and heard a voice saying Help your friend. The three of them were falling together and he was on one of the sides. The guy on the middle was quite far away and seemed impossible to reach. But he put that thought out of his mind and just threw his hand out got a hold of him. At the same time, the other man on the other side had also done a prayer and was instructed to do the same. He too grabbed the guy in the middle. Now all three were connected and someone pulled them up by the arm. I asked him whether that was the Guru who had took his arm but didn’t know who it was. All three talked about it and had the same experience. When they came back to that spot later on, they saw that there was a burned round patch on the ground and grass everywhere else. Their friends motorbike had been parked there and told them that he found it all burned. What must have happened is that the person smoking lit a can of petrol placed nearby which had killed all three and they were heading to hell. Anyways after that, He knew... ok so There is a God . And later on came towards Sikhi. He’s an American Sikh. In stages of Naam, Chardikala Gursikhs get a vision of hell. Guru shows them hell so that they get more inspiration to keep Japping and not give up. Bhai Rama Singh Ji even has a picture of hell in his book Bhai Sahib had a vision of hell and saw this painting somewhere and said it looked similar to the real hell. After Bhai Sahibs vision, he had marks all over his body. No hell isn’t permanent. Its temporary but God knows how long that is . Could imagine every second there would be torture. Chall, Thank god for Naam. We have our beloved pyare preetam Sache Paatsha to look after us. Dhan Dhan Guru Nanak Dev Ji Kaljug Othareya Gurdev Naam is more powerful than everything and Naam protects us from all these kinds of things. Naam cuts the fear too. If you have the Guru by your side and Naam in your heath none of this can come anywhere close to you. No Jamdhoots, no hell, spirits or so on can do anything to you. Dhan Guru Nanak Dev Ji Love for the Guru saves you from all of this. Bhul Chuk please maaf kardena ji Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

I SEEEEEEE YOUUUUUU !!” “There behind the tree !! No stay thereee !! ” “Your so fast ! Don’t worry I'll catch up to you ! ” I grin :lol: I run , I jump , I follow Stay back beautiful wanderer, I have someone to find ! Oh no don’t get in my way tempting shop filled with expensive clothes ! No you don’t sir, no time to argue with you ! Ohhh but what’s the sparkling thing in that mans hand ? And where did all those enticing astral beings come from ? All my friends and family are there too ! Oh I dance with the fairies in the flowers ! Hey…. Where’d He go ? HmMmmmm………… I lost him…. He’s gone.... and I’m alone again hehehehe no wait, there He is ! Big smile and grin In a lower, (attempted) serious tone, “Sache Paathshaa, Vad Samarath, Mere Gur Govind, Pita Ji, its not very hard to spot you when a bright light emits from behind the tree you bless with your presence :lol: Look even the birds chirp beautifully in the braches above you !” He humbly came and sat with me on the grass, “O Sache Paathshaa, you play the most amusing games with me. Father Sahib, I found you… but for a while… I thought I’d lost you…” “Pita Ji, I’ve wasted my life… I’m attached to maya… I’m involved in corrupt pleasures… I haven’t sought Your sanctuary… You’ve told me that this world is just a dream but seeing it fills me with greed… “And why is that you forgive me after all my mistakes ? Why is it that you take me into your loving arms even after I've sinned... Pita Ji I always forget you, I always forget that You’re always right here with me... Samrath Guru Dyal Dyal Dyal Sad Bkhseand Pita Ji... I'm so lucky to have you as my Father... “Pita Ji... I tried to follow you, but along the way I got distracted… lost in all the maya.. I got tempted… and my mind wondered … O Sache Paathshaa, it’s hard to walk on your path... What if I loose you again? I'm so weak, I'll fail again... I'll loose you again... and in my carelessness and blindness, I'll fall again...” my head lowered as I tried to hide the tears in my eyes... He took me in His embrace… and with the love pouring from His eyes, I understood… …….. We would walk together now … He promised me that He Himself will take me on this path, He walked ahead, and I toddled along behind, holding on to His Chola Big smile on my face :umm: Bhul Chuk *please* maaf karna ji, Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Vaaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaaheguru Ji Ki Fateh Please forgive me for all the mistakes I’m sure to make in writing even this little bit poems that the sangat have written are sooo amazing... they are an expression of the love hidden inside these premi Singh, Singniaahs. Just by reading them, prem rises inside of daas, and sometimes tears begin to flow too. How daas wishes he could be even a fraction of what they are. not only does daas think that they are ok according to Sikhi, but it seems Guru Ji loves them . If you look back in history, Guru Gobind Singh had 52 poets in his Darbaar. Even in recent times, some really amazing Sikhs have wrote Poetry including Bhai Veer Singh Ji and Bhai Sahib Bhai Randheer Singh Ji both Singhs in really high spirits. poems sometimes seem like they are made from the pain of separation inside the heart, which sends its sharp arrows of prem to the eyes which then drop tears onto the papers forming letters and words. Daas being the kookar (dog) he is, tries to copy them in his ignorance, hoping to be like them, but what comes out still sounds just like barking Oh I Hope Maharaj will do kirpaaaaa on this one too : ) Vaaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Here you go These are from Dheeraj http://www.sikhnet.com/sikhnet/music.nsf/S...eraj%20Shrestha He's the one who plays Tabla with Bhai Dya Singh Ji from Australia. I've seen him play a few times, he's AMAZING ! sometimes he uses these 3 little "tablas" ? I don't know what they're called. I have no clue about Tablas ! And this one below is from Sydney Camp 2006. http://www.jeevanmukat.com/Annual%20Sikh%2...a%20Recital.mp3 It was really good ! Enjoy Ji Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

you write really good ! I wish i could write like that !

Have you ever seen a Simmal Tree ? Its as straight as an arrow, very tall and thick. But the birds which sit on it return disappointed. Its fruits are tasteless, its flowers are nauseating, and its leaves are useless. (Ang 470) I feel like a Simmal tree… If only someone would show me the way… But today, the whole land seemed to have this layer of bleakness over it. All the trees looked liked they had given up, bark flaking off. Birds were singing their usual song but with no synchronization. Sun so bright it hurt my eyes. Feeling a little drowsy with the heat and bleakness of the scene, I just looked down and walked along slowly…not too concerned with where I was going. Nothings really changed… maybe that’s what’s been getting to me so much. Still that same boy living in the house down the road, walking along this path, going nowhere. Over the years, it has just been the same. Sure there have been the good times, high times, playing, laughing, running…. I suddenly froze ! A bright yellow bee caught my eye, sitting on a flower just ahead. Ohh how it brought back memories ! It looked so full of life. I quietly crept behind it and chased it when it took off. It buzzed right past me ! I ran the other way ! Jumped ! Laughed ! Rolled in the grass ! Called out as loud as I could ! Oh the high times ! The buzz ! It was gone And I was left there again… slowly fading back down… These ups and downs ups and downs… Is this what life was ? The forest used to be green with life, birds chirping in melancholy, and I’d sit there by the river, basking in the sun. The forest had not changed… but why do I feel so… so empty ? There’s nothing to look forward too.. nothing but the usual. Its just the same life… where will I go ? … His head sunk to the ground … as he wondered… … Where is my purpose ? … Life was just this bland desolate… tree bark… Was there anything more ? Or was it just a thought that there was something besides this. An illusion which shatters when our dust merges back with the trees. Why should I even do anything ? So… I just sat there… lifelessly, under the trees… eyes closed, no hope or anticipation of hope. I was lost. Hope and desire didn’t even seem real. … Hours past… the sun crawled away as the night crept in with the blanket of stars. Slowly the wind blew over the trees, a nice cool faint breeze. As his eyes opened, he was left in amazement over the tranquillity of the scene and serenity of the moon. The wind picked up pace rather quickly, blowing twigs and leaves in the distance, moving towards where he sat. All of a sudden, the wind seemed to circle him. He could see the wind with his eyes… So strong that it picked him up and gently brought him to his feet. It scared him a little but the way the wind held him, gave him a sense of consolidation… like someone was behind this… guiding it… And then suddenly… it left… His body fell back to the ground as if he’d just been dropped. He watched the wind fly off into the distance with the wave of leaves below it. And as it went, it whispered a message through the trees …. look inside …. Voice so soft… so comforting… I closed my eyes… and felt a warmth I’d never felt before… a compassion I’d never imagined existed. For what seemed like an eternity, I sat there mind and body imbued in these divine colours. I stirred the crucible of love with the devotion of my mind, body and soul producing the richest nectar I had ever tasted. Basking in this joy, this new found love, I found my purpose… to love… and to love with every minute every second every moment of my life…. To feel your presence in these trees, this sky, the leaves… inside of me…

I sat there in His lap, for what seemed like an eternity. I felt like a little swan, paddling around in a cool pond of ambrosial nectar. The sun shining brightly, warming the heart inside. Every so often I would tilt my neck and look up at Him and see Him looking down at me. Eyes too bright, too intense to bear, I'd quickly look back down. I sat there in His lap, tears gracefully running down my cheek These tears brought a sensation that my soul was being looked after by Him. Sitting there, I thought about what He had said. Indeed, He had always been there with me... He had held on to my bicycle when my foot first touched the pedal. And I would always be about to fall, but He'd hold on tight. Whenever, I would think I could never do this, He would offer sweet words of support and guide me on. The sheer excitement on my face when he slowly let go and I started to ride on my own ! But ever since, He ran besides me, just to make sure I didn't fall. I peeked again at His face... the shine still to intense. The swan was swimming in the pond of ambrosial nectar within my heart. Basking in the warmth radiating from my heart. I realised the warmth must be Love for Him... I loved Him "Maharaj I love You" "I know" He replied in His soft voice "Do you love me too ?" ... No reply... ... My heart sunk. Maybe He didn't Love me... and who could blame Him... I had made so many mistakes... done so many things I shouldn't have... What a fool I was to think that He would love someone like me... worthless. I sat there in his lap, heart crying, and could feel tears fall softly on my lap... emptiness... till I realised... the tears were not mine... Waheguru

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh I love that Shabad. I had a dream about it last night. Its by Bhai Gurdaas Ji... very well known Shabad. Basically the first two lines mean If you take one step towards Guru Ji Guru Ji takes Millions of steps towards you. I was talking to someone in my dream about that and someone else standing around asked "Do you have any proof for that?" I smiled and said Yes Ask any Gursikh. The Shabad really is true... We do so little things... take just little steps... And Guru Ji runs after you with His arms wide open saying Come my child... Let me help you... And every second... every moment.. He's there with us... Every single second... and even though we forget Him for soo long... Such a Great Guru we have that even after we forget all about Him for soo long.. right there with us... never haven forgotten us... I don't know how you even thank such a Guru.... AYsy gur kau bil bil jweIAY Awip mukqu moih qwrY ]1] rhwau ] Asse Gur Ko Bal Bal Jaeiaeh Aap Mukat Mohe Tare I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to such a Guru; He Himself is liberated, and He carries me across as well. ||1||Pause|| kvn kvn kvn gun khIAY AMqu nhI kCu pwrY ] Kavan Kavan Gun Kahiye Ant Nahi Kach Pare Which, which, which of Your Glorious Virtues should I chant? There is no end or limitation to them. Waheguru hmrI jwiq pwiq guru siqguru hm vyicE isru gur ky ] Hamri Jaat Paat Gur Sategur Hum Vecheo Sir Gur Ke Guru Ji, the True Guru, is my social status and honor; I have sold my head to Guru Ji. Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Well done ms514 ! Your spot on ! Pendu style ! Mata Ji in the car (as long as she doesnt ask you to turn the Keertan down ) Love of your life on the roof and the best friend in the trunk... with the truck double locked ! so that your best friend doesnt escape and go on the roof too ) haha no just kidding actually Jai Tegang is right. You should give the car to your friend to drive the old lady to the hospital while you wait in the rain for the bus with your love : ) I read that this used to be an interview question. but what 'lowest of the low singhni' said makes you think doesnt it... would you still stand there with your love in the rain if Guru Ji was by your side ? i think so... but as long as its seva on your mind. A question, how many people actually imagine Guru Sahib with them all the time ? Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

This reminds me another story I read in an email a longgg time ago... here goes You drive past a bus stop and there are three people waiting for the bus. The first one is your best friend since childhood who you owe a big favour. This would be the perfect chance to thank him. The second is the love of your life (man/woman of your dreams) and you feel that if you leave now you will never see her again. The third is an old lady that very sick and desperately needs to get to a hospital. Your car only holds one other person, and it's pouring rain, who do you pick up? dont give away the answer ! I'll post the answer in a day or two ))))