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It is all 'real' !!!
So are the angels and tooth fairy.
Let's not forget 'santa' !
If you 'Believe'- then it becomes real for the believer.
Has someone really had an NDE and gone to the narak of hell and then come back ????
I don't really think so !
From what I know about NDE's and OBE's, there are NO similarities of cases that describe some sort of hell.
The people that believe, actually do a good job making this living world into narak !
Bhaji, there are several instances where the 'jamm' are mentioned. Why would you think they're not real?
ਮੰਨੈ ਜਮ ਕੈ ਸਾਥਿ ਨ ਜਾਇ ॥
Mannai jam kai sāth na jā▫e.
The faithful do not have to go with the Messenger of Death.
ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਰਸੁ ਨਾਮੁ ਨ ਪਾਇਆ ਤੇ ਭਾਗਹੀਣ ਜਮ ਪਾਸਿ ॥
Jin har har har ras nām na pā▫i▫ā ṯe bẖāghīṇ jam pās.
Those who have not obtained the Sublime Essence of the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, Har, are most unfortunate; they are led away by the Messenger of Death.
Kaho Kabīr ṯab hī nar jāgai.
Says Kabeer, the man wakes up,
ਜਮ ਕਾ ਡੰਡੁ ਮੂੰਡ ਮਹਿ ਲਾਗੈ ॥੩॥੨॥
Jam kā dand mūnd mėh lāgai. ||3||2||
only when the Messenger of Death hits him over the head with his club. ||3||2||
Not only are there Jamdoots, but there's Jampur (city of death) as well!
ਬਿਨੁ ਨਾਵੈ ਠਉਰੁ ਨ ਪਾਇਨੀ ਜਮਪੁਰਿ ਦੂਖ ਸਹਾਹਿ ॥੩॥
Bin nāvai ṯẖa▫ur na pā▫inī jam pur ḏūkẖ sahāhi. ||3||
Without the Name, they find no place of rest. In the City of Death, they suffer in agony. ||3||
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Good point... but generally speaking- don't you think when mind dances in vismaad avastha -drizzle of vismaad could very well be sprouted out -partakh/visible in form of movements...as body and mind is fully connected with each other naturally anyway..ask baba ji about mastane mahapursh/fakirs and their "kriya' in the panth..!!
Bhaji,
My Singh and I have been doing vichaar upon mastaane in our panth. The mastaane mahapurash that we could think of are Baba Beeram daas ji badoshi waale Udaasi mahapurkh. But nothing about him dancing in Vismaad rather keeping everyone away by chucking stones etc. at them.
(I haven't ignored your post, Bhaji. Instead I've been trying to contemplate upon it.)
We couldn't come up with a name of any Mahapurash who would dance whilst singing Gurbani in vismaad. In fact all we can think about are Sufi mahapurkhs.
If you do, please do let us know so we can try and learn more about what they did.
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Following is the link to Ishwaraatmak Amulya Laal. A MUST READ.
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Baba Lakhbir Singh Balongi wale ??
Hanji
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Amazing, reminds of pure devotees of vahiguroo like - baba bulleh shah and rumi .thanks for sharing gurbani talking about sufi (internal) aspect of devotee life..!!!.!!!!
Okay, I'm being honest now. We just spoke to Baba Lakhbir Singh ji about this clip and asked him about it being Gurmat or not (especially regarding being in vismaad etc.)
He replied that there is nothing Gurmat about it and that nothing about it is related to the Vismaad a Gursikh experiences.
The Shabad that I posted above is what Baba ji quoted and explained that it is not the body that's supposed to dance rather the mind. "naach rae man gur kai aagai ||"
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http://www.sikhitothemax.com/Page.asp?SourceID=G&PageNo=&ShabadID=1873
nirath karee eihu man nachaaee ||
gur parasaadhee aap gavaaee ||
chith thhir raakhai so mukath hovai jo eishhee soee fal paaee ||1||
naach rae man gur kai aagai ||
gur kai bhaanai naachehi thaa sukh paavehi a(n)thae jam bho bhaagai || rehaao ||2 -
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I an I am not saying we do not need guidance from yourselves to the true teachings of Sikhism but we do not need threats and judgement as if we are fools who do not know what we are doing. We know exactly what we are doing are fully aware of the essence we share in this video is not perfectly aligned to the official Sikh protocol. However, it is uplifting, conscious and totally aligned to the expression of the One which exists within us all. You cannot stop us from dancing and celebrating the beauty of life (especially as it was New Year) and feeling the beauty of the Shabd Guru from our tongues in celebration of Life at a time when it is a natural part of the cycle of life. It was a One off celebration and we do not promote it as Sikhism.
Well, as long as the above 'bold and underlined' is clear.
Also, on a side note, Bani is the Guru themselves. Whilst listening to Bani, covering the head is a must.
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This Shabad is by Bhai Gurdaas Ji in Vaars Bhai Gurdaas on Pannaa 36
ਨੀਲਾਰੀ ਦੇ ਮਟ ਵਿਚਿ ਪੈ ਗਿਦੜੁ ਰਤਾ॥
ਜੰਗਲ ਅੰਦਰਿ ਜਾਇ ਕੈ ਪਾਖੰਡੁ ਕਮਤਾ॥
ਦਰਿ ਸੇਵੈ ਮਿਰਗਾਵਲੀ ਹੋਇ ਬਹੈ ਅਵਤਾ॥
ਕਰੈ ਹਕੂਮਤਿ ਅਗਲੀ ਕੂੜੈ ਮਦਿ ਮਤਾ॥
ਬੋਲਣਿ ਪਾਜ ਉਘਾੜਿਆ ਜਿਉ ਮੂਲੀ ਪਤਾ॥
ਤਿਉ ਦਰਗਹਿ ਮੀਣਾ ਮਾਰੀਐ ਕਰਿ ਕੂੜੁ ਕੁਪਤਾ॥2॥
neelaaree dhae matt vich pai gidharr rathaa||
ja(n)gal a(n)dhar jaae kai paakha(n)dd kamathaa||
dhar saevai miragaavalee hoe behai avathaa||
karai hakoomath agalee koorrai madh mathaa||
bolan paaj oughaarriaa jio moolee pathaa||
thio dharagehi meenaa maareeai kar koorr kupathaa ||2||
Once a jackal fell into a dyer’s vat and got dyed.Taking advantage of its changed colour, it went into the jungle and started dissembling (the animals there).
Sitting arrogantly in its lair, it would frighten the deer into serving it.
Intoxicated by false pride it started ruling (over the animals) with great pomp.
As eructation indicates the eating of radish leaf, it also got exposed when it (having listened to the howls of other jackals) also started howling.
Thus, the dissembler out of his own hypocrisies is beaten hollow in the court of the Lord.(2)
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Sukhmani Saheb and Ardas.
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Doing yoga?
Ah! fair enough!
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Its Kaljug. Anything goes.
lol :biggrin2:
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So, I don't quite get it. Listening to the above, am I supposed to dance or meditate? What's the objective of the track?
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Me and my wife both feel the same in the fellow crowds, such that now, we completely don't trust any one else except ourselves.
My wife and me can never be closer to anyone in any way, like we are to ourselves.
We have both learnt the hard way through pain and suffering, that people are ALL out just for themselves.
As a result, me and my wife are now only out for our kids and each other, and to help others without ever expecting any return favours.
Whoa! Felt like you were narrating my family's story from my Singh's perspective! We're SO exactly like you've described yourselves above! ....and yes, we learnt it the hard way...It's all Kaljug .....all simply meant to make our hearts sad and barren so we don't have the motivation to read bani at all.
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Mandar Saptak: sa re ga ma pa dha ni (all lower case)
Madh Saptak: Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni (Initials upper case)
Taar Saptak: SA RE GA MA PA DHA NI (all upper case)
Komal sur : -re-, -ga-, -dha-, -ni-, -Re-, -Ga-, -Dha-, -Ni-, -RE-, -GA-, -DHA-, -NI-
Ma teevar : ma' Ma' MA'
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(Sa dha) dha (dha Sa Sa) (Sa Re) (Re Ga) Ga Ga Re
Pra n Ke B chai ya Dhoodh Pu-
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Re (Ga Re) Sa Re Ga Ga Ga Re
-t Ke Di wai ya Rog So
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Ga Re Re (Sa ni) dha dha Re Re
G Ke Mitai ya Kidhu Ma
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Ga Re Sa Re Re Sa Sa Sa
Ni Maha Ma- -an Ho
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Pa Pa Pa Dha Dha SA SA SA
Nir ju r Niroo- -p Ho Ke
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SA RE (RE GA) SA RE (RE SA) SA Ni
Sun- -d- -r Sa- -roo -p Ho Ke
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Ni Ni (Ni SA) Dha Pa (Ma Pa) (Ma Ga) Dha
Bhu- -p- -n Ke Bhu- -p Ho Ke
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Pa Dha (Pa Ma') Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa
Da- -ta Maha Da- -n Ho
Whilst going back down to the asthaee | 13 14 15 16
(Pa Ma) (Ga Re) (Ga Re) Sa
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Ok thank u very much for ur advice. I went to a physio. She said its something thats happened due to overuse of hands on computer.
Isn't that normally supposed to happen on to your wrists....rather than your elbow?
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Here - Sant Jagjit Singh Ji Harkhowal takes very neutral,unified approach giving indication of intensity of mool mantra. Please see-attachment
Bhaji, I don't quite understand this...Aren't Baba Jagjit Singh ji Harkhowal sewak of Sant Jwaala Singh ji Harkhowal...who advice to do mool mantar upto 'Hosi bhi sach'?
(Please don't think I'm trying to contradict them or anything...it's just I don't quite understand the difference in opinions)
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Bhaji, I'm extremely sorry, I haven't had much time to concentrate today....have been very busy....and with this keertan program tonight as well. Will definitely try tomorrow. Hope you did not want it by today....
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http://www.sikhchic.com/article-detail.php?cat=33&id=3956
Straight Talk:
An Open Letter to The Citizens of New Delhi, IndiaT. SHER SINGH
My heart bleeds over the brutalities suffered by Jyoti Pandey and her friend, and the suffering that their families are going through.
I also feel the pain of the women in your city and of their families: the terror of having to negotiate the world every time you step out of your home to go to work or school, to step out in your neighbourhood, or to move from one to another to shop or visit or play or merely enjoy the amenities of life in a city.
Your leaders, both political and religious, have already played their cards. They’re not about to let you change anything around you, because if they did, they’d be the first ones to be locked behind bars.
Your media has no interest in helping you change things for the better, because they represent corporate interests first and foremost. And those interests are now commingled with the interests of the political and religious hierarchy. Maintaining the status quo is seen to be best for them, even though it may not be for you.
But, unfortunately, you have an even bigger elephant in the room.
Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Yes, yes, I know. You want us Sikhs to move on and stop harping on 1984.
Well, we have moved on. We are forever in chardi kala -- it’s in our DNA. We have forgiven, though not forgotten. We’ll pursue the culprits as long as they are alive, but we will never be their victims. Don’t forget, for better or worse, your country is being led by a Sardar who has dragged you all, kicking and screaming, into the 20th century. [No, this is not a typo … you have another century to go before you can lay claim to the 21st, I’m afraid.]
As I was saying, we’ve gotten over it.
But you haven’t.
You never will.
1984.
You can deny it, ignore it, pretend it never happened, whatever … but it will follow you wherever you go. It will haunt you in your sleep. It will be your nightmare day and night. And it will sit on your head, monkey-like, on the heads of your children, and the children of your children …
Why?
Given the thousands of innocent men, women and children killed in your streets and our homes in 1984 -- in your city alone, without even getting into what happened in the villages, towns, cities, even moving trains, of your land -- and the thousands of women who were raped then, it requires no complicated arithmetic to figure out that a hundred thousand and more of your city were involved -- directly! -- in the rape, murder and mayhem.
Remember the mobs, some in hundreds, some in thousands, that roamed the city for three days, unfettered, unchecked?
Well, they are all alive, free still, never charged, never tried, never punished, and they live amongst you. They are your fathers, your brothers, your husbands, your sons, your lovers. A hundred thousand of them.
One of your own religious leaders said the other day that your men need to have sex every 15 to 20 days, no matter where or how they get it. He must know his flock.
That’s why, isn’t it, that a rape occurs every 20 minutes in your land? That’s the official figure! Three every hour, 36 every day, 252 every week, 1080 every month, 12,960 every year … give or take a few. Now, please keep in mind that these figures, being 'official', are but the tip of the iceberg.
The terrible tragedy of December 16, 2012 will not change anything. Simply because those who are now raping you have nowhere else to go.
You are the true inheritors of 1984. And your inheritance is that your children and the children of your children will hound you. And stalk each other.
Because it is the law of nature.
As revealed by Krishna, and by Jesus. By Mohammed, Buddha, Moses, Mahavir. And Nanak.
As you sow, so shall you reap.
That’s the law.
And the law applies to individuals and it applies to communities, societies, and nations.
In case you think I’m making this up, here are a few reminders.
Pakistan was created through murder and mayhem. In the name of religion. Tens of millions of innocents suffered gravely because their leaders had no patience to try peaceful means.
Today: their own mullahs murder them. Every day. The country is a pariah of the world.
Israel. Walked roughshod over the lives of millions of innocent Palestinians, because it was able to buy the military might it needed to do it. To establish a state in the name of religion.
Today: missiles of modern fire and brimstone rain on them at regular intervals with biblical fury. Almost seven decades later, and there’s no peace to be had. Even in sleep.
Britain. And Europe. They raped and plundered the world for five centuries, each pretending to spread the word of God, but in reality pillaging the wealth of others and murdering their true owners.
Today: they are surprised to see that people of all the lands they brutalized have arrived in their homelands. There are no ifs and buts. Britain’s demographics is changing to make way for a new majority. And it won’t be Anglo-Saxon. The rest of Europe is not far behind. The colonies are knocking on the gates.
America. It has rained death on other nations, and has built its wealth on the corpses of countless children wherever they’ve gone to plunder.
Today: they simply don’t know how to prevent their own children from murdering them in their own homes. Every day, new barricades have to be raised … to defend against themselves. A nation … at war with itself.
There’s a reason why there’s no hope for peace on earth. Because we’ve all committed atrocities, we’ve outdone each other.
What you sow is what you reap.
So, remember 1984, as you lock yourselves up in your homes in New Delhi and get accustomed to moving around in human convoys.
I was at a party the other day. My hosts were Indian. And so were all the other guests.
I was the only Sikh-Canadian.
At one point, emboldened by liquor and the fact that he saw I was alone in a sea of desis, one of them cleared his throat and, in a raised voice, confronted me:
“So, Sher Singh ji,” he said, in feigned politeness, ”where are all the Sikhs and their kirpans now when we need them again to protect our daughters in India? Where were the saviour Sardars when the girl was being raped on a bus in Delhi the other day?”
He stood across the room, glowering at me, waiting for my response. The room turned quiet suddenly. They were all waiting for my answer.
I stood there, facing him. Seconds ticked by.
He stared at me. Others stared at me.
I stared at him.
Finally, I said: “Where do you think the Sikhs of Delhi have gone, and why do you think they are unable to save your women?”
I continued looking at him.
Gradually, ever so gradually, his eyelids fell. He looked at the floor. His shoulders slumped. His head sank, as if he was checking the polish on his shoes.
Quietly, ever so quietly, he shrugged his shoulders. Didn’t peep a word. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he turned around and staggered towards the bar.
In a room of almost 40 people, I swear I have never heard a louder silence than I did that night.January 10, 2013
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Sarah WilliamsonIt’s not exactly pleasant to be a symbol of rape. I’m not an expert, nor do I represent all victims of rape. All I can offer is that — unlike the young woman who died in December two weeks after being brutally gang raped, and so many others — my story didn’t end, and I can continue to tell it.
When I fought to live that night, I hardly knew what I was fighting for. A male friend and I had gone for a walk up a mountain near my home. Four armed men caught us and made us climb to a secluded spot, where they raped me for several hours, and beat both of us. They argued among themselves about whether or not to kill us, and finally let us go.
At 17, I was just a child. Life rewarded me richly for surviving. I stumbled home, wounded and traumatized, to a fabulous family. With them on my side, so much came my way. I found true love. I wrote books. I saw a kangaroo in the wild. I caught buses and missed trains. I had a shining child. The century changed. My first gray hair appeared.
Too many others will never experience that. They will not see that it gets better, that the day comes when one incident is no longer the central focus of your life. One day you find you are no longer looking behind you, expecting every group of men to attack. One day you wind a scarf around your throat without having a flashback to being choked. One day you are not frightened anymore.
Rape is horrible. But it is not horrible for all the reasons that have been drilled into the heads of Indian women. It is horrible because you are violated, you are scared, someone else takes control of your body and hurts you in the most intimate way. It is not horrible because you lose your “virtue.” It is not horrible because your father and your brother are dishonored. I reject the notion that my virtue is located in my <banned word filter activated>, just as I reject the notion that men’s brains are in their genitals.
If we take honor out of the equation, rape will still be horrible, but it will be a personal, and not a societal, horror. We will be able to give women who have been assaulted what they truly need: not a load of rubbish about how they should feel guilty or ashamed, but empathy for going through a terrible trauma.
The week after I was attacked, I heard the story of a woman who was raped in a nearby suburb. She came home, went into the kitchen, set herself on fire and died. The person who told me the story was full of admiration for her selflessness in preserving her husband’s honor. Thanks to my parents, I never did understand this.
The law has to provide real penalties for rapists and protection for victims, but only families and communities can provide this empathy and support. How will a teenager participate in the prosecution of her rapist if her family isn’t behind her? How will a wife charge her assailant if her husband thinks the attack was more of an affront to him than a violation of her?
At 17, I thought the scariest thing that could happen in my life was being hurt and humiliated in such a painful way. At 49, I know I was wrong: the scariest thing is imagining my 11-year-old child being hurt and humiliated. Not because of my family’s honor, but because she trusts the world and it is infinitely painful to think of her losing that trust. When I look back, it is not the 17-year-old me I want to comfort, but my parents. They had the job of picking up the pieces.
This is where our work lies, with those of us who are raising the next generation. It lies in teaching our sons and daughters to become liberated, respectful adults who know that men who hurt women are making a choice, and will be punished.
When I was 17, I could not have imagined thousands of people marching against rape in India, as we have seen these past few weeks. And yet there is still work to be done. We have spent generations constructing elaborate systems of patriarchy, caste and social and sexual inequality that allow abuse to flourish. But rape is not inevitable, like the weather. We need to shelve all the gibberish about honor and virtue and did-she-lead-him-on and could-he-help-himself. We need to put responsibility where it lies: on men who violate women, and on all of us who let them get away with it while we point accusing fingers at their victims.
Sohaila Abdulali is the author of the novel “Year of the Tiger.”
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In London and many British cities, tipsy, scanitly clad women roll out of clubs and bars and walk home - not even with a male companion! Guess what - they don't get raped. My point is, is that social norms are different.
Exactly!!!
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I agree 110% but no one is making excuses.
Dear Bhaji, clearly the following are excuses:
1) 'Wrong' type of clothing.
2) at the 'wrong' place
3) being wasted
4) 'wrong' time of the day
5) 'wrong' company
6) not having begged those men to be her brothers instead.
7) 'wrong' type of transport
Whether one or all of the above apply to someone, no one should be beaten up and raped.
We can't EVER justify this.
This mindset, that she shouldn't have been in such or such clothing, at such a place, at such a time, with such a person...or else it is destined for it to happen......is the kind of mindset that is set in the majority of Indians that has allowed rape to be such a norm that it happens every 20 minutes. Isn't that such a horrible place for you or your family to have to live in? Constant fear of rape!
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No amount of excuses can EVER justify rape.
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Am I the only one thinking that they look like they're 'possessed'?
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Oh, right what you were going to say wasn't relevant. Wow I must be going mad, I can't believe I didn't notice that.
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Jamdoot - Metaphor or Reality?
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Jamdoot is a physical being and so is Dharamraaj.
Dharam-raaj is also known as Jamm-raaj or Yamm-raaj.
Doot = messenger
So jamdoot's are basically messengers of Death of Jamraaj.
Jamm-raaj is also called as Dharam-raaj because he is given the duty by Sri Akaal Purakh Ji to decide, measuring by the scales of Dharam, about what is to be done to each and every soul after their death according to their Karams.
In both the following quotes that we read in Sodar twice a day, Dharam Raaj Ji is said to be singing God's praises.
If we thought of Dharamraaj/Yamraaj, Jamdoot, dev, daanav, daint, chitar, gupt, bhoot, pret, sur, asur, narak, surag, pataal etc.etc. as simply metaphors...So much of Gurbani would simply be metaphorical!
Not only that, we will need to find what ever one of those are metaphors for!
In my opinion, our mind only understands things that it has visualised. If we haven't seen something we can't simply say that it doesn't exist.
ਕਈ ਕੋਟਿ ਪਾਤਾਲ ਕੇ ਵਾਸੀ ॥
Now, if we thought that Hell, Heaven and the other nether worlds are simply metaphors, what would the above quotes mean?