Raensabaayee Keertan + Amrit Sanchaar

[tarunjeet singh]

Vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fathe

Saturday 25th Oct 2008

Raensabaayee Keertan + Amrit Sanchaar

7:00 PM to 4:00 AM

Gurdwara Guru Nanak, Smethwick

128-130 High Street, Smethwick, Warley, B66 3AP

- Celebrating 300 years GurGaddi of Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji -

AMRIT SANCHAR

Saturday 25th October 2008, 8pm @ Guru Nanak Gurdwara Smethwick. 128-130 High Street, Smethwick, West Midlands, B66 3AP. For any queries, contact Bhai Tarunjit Singh: 07877 888874. Kakkaars will provided as seva by AKJ UK

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Raagmala

Keski

Bibia In panj pyareh

[tarunjeet singh]

If you have a question regarding jatha views or stance on any issue then please contact www.akj.org or i can arrange a meeting for you on the day of the rehansbhai with Jathedar Bhai Raghbir singh to clear any doubts you might have on any topics.

p.s the above article is about a bibi's personal spiritual experience.

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The Immediate Effect of an Akhand Paath and Amrit Smaagam

I received amrit in 1911 at village Fulayvaal in Ludhiana, at the home of a Singh. This

individual’s whole body was stiff due to some disease and he couldn’t move at all. He

had grown weary of trying to get some medical cure and still he could find not relief. Due

to the encouragement of a Singh in the Jatha, he expressed the desire that if his sickness

would be cured, he would organize and akhand paath saahib and secondly, he along with

his family would become amritdhaaree. Because of this, Bhai Saahib and the entire jathaa

arrived and the akhaand paath saahib commenced. The whole story can be found in the

book Ranglay Sajjan (Baba Ram Singh).

The result of the Akhand Paath Saahib was that at the middle of the paath, this individual

was lifted up by two Singhs and stood for the entire ardaas. By the end of the Akhand

Paath Saahib, the entire family was ready to accept amrit. Bhai Sahib Bhai Randheer

Singh jee himself was in the punj pyaaray.

The Amrit Sinchaar took place and the entire family received amrit and I too received

amrit at this time. Immediately after receiving amrit, the disease was gone and the Singh

could walk about easily. My spiritual state was seen by the punj pyaaray and cannot be

described in words. For the next fifteen days, I stayed in a state of ecstasy.

Punishments from Home

My father, upon seeing my state, became very angry. My family and all relatives were

Kukeh and were all upset with me. Right away they began to deal with me

firmly. My Naamdhaaree relatives also arrived and they all tied me to a pillar. After

seven days, while I was still tied up, they beat me. The stick they were using hit the

gutkaa I was holding in my hand. As a result (punishment) my father came down with a

fever. In the end they had to release me.

The Reason Behind Getting Ras

Right after my release, I went to Narangvaal to Bhai Saahib and told him all that had

happened. Bhai Saahib was very happy and said, “It’s good you came”. I asked Bhai

Saahib “for fifteen days, the intoxication of naam was over me, but now why has it

lifted?”

Bhai Saahib replied: “That ras which you have enjoyed up to now was the punj pyaaray’s

own naam earnings. Now you too must go in a peaceful area and earn the profit of naam

abhyaas.

More Amazing Incidents from Akhand Paaths and Amrit Sinchaars

1) Once the date for an Akhand Paath was set for the house of Bhai Ram Singh Jathedaar

in Gurjarvaal. Here, Giani Daleep singh jee Fulayvaal and Giani Harbhajan Singh jee

village Chiminday arrived for the akhand paath saahib. When Bhai Saahib found out that

both Singhs want to receive amrit, an amrit sinchaar was organised immediately after the

akhand paath saahib. Keertan began at amrit vela. After the keertan, the akhand paath

started. Both Singhs sat in Guru Saahib’s presence and began to listen to the akhand

paath. They would only leave to go to the bathroom or bathe. The rest of the time was

spent listening. After the bhog of the akhnd paath, Aasaa dee Vaar keertan took place and

after, the water in the amrit-kunbh (clay jug) was used for the amrit sinchaar. The

spiritual colours that coloured these two are beyond description. Right after receiving

amrit, their eyes were mesmerized. I was also serving in the Punj Pyaaray. The state of

Bhai Saahib and the two bhajhungees cannot be described. Giani Daleep Singh remained

like this for many days. Whoever saw these Singhs became entranced.

After that, Giani Daleep Singh jee accompanied Bhai Saahib jee to Narangvaal. Here too they spent all their time in Naam. Every day they would go to the dhaab and spend the entire night

there. I too would come from Gujarvaal to the dhaab.

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Giani Harbhajan Singh Chaminda and myself expressed our desire for partaking Amrit. Bhai Sahib said, "Well, take full bath and be present before the Akhand Path starts and listen to whole of the recitation." We did as instructed. After Bhog of Akhand Path, keertan of Asa di Vaar was over by about 10.00 a.m. Panj Piyaras assembled in a room in the presence of Sri Guru Granth Sahib for initiating new Khalsas. Bhai Sahib Randhir Singh Jee, Bhai Attar Singh Jee, Bhai Surjan Singh Jee Gujarwal, Bhai Parbhakar Singh Jee Lalton and a Singh Jee from Phallewal

served as Panj Piyaras, and Jathedar Ram Singh Jee was in attendance to Sri Guru Granth

Sahib.

First Giani Harbhajan Singh appeared before Panj Piyaras. He was asked whether he was

married or not to which he replied that he was married. He was asked if his wife is also

with him and ready to partake Amrit. To which he replied that he has come alone. At this

point he was told that both, he and his wife, should be present together. He alone cannot be

administered Amrit. Bhai Harbhajan Singh came out very dejected and weeping, he went

straight to a manger (Khurli) in the courtyard, threw himself in it and started wailing

uncontrollably. I tried to console him and find out the reason for his grief but he could not

utter a word.

Then the Panj Piyaras called me; I went inside, bowed before the Guru and

stood up with folded hands. Thus proceeded questions and answers about my marital

status:

"Are you married or not?"

"I am married."

"Then you can not be administered Amrit in the absence of your wife."

"It means that if my wife does not agree to partake Amrit I will have to die without

coming under the umbrage of Guru. I do not need a wife I need Amrit. Please find a way

to administer Amrit to me."

"You will have to pledge in the presence of Panj Piyaras and Guru that unless your wife

partakes Amrit and she is married to you as per Gurmat traditions by performing Anand

Karaj, you will not consider her as your wife."

As I had married as per Hindu rites. I agreed to this condition.

Bhai Sahib again said, "The pledge you are going to take before the Guru is difficult to

keep. Give a second thought to it."

I thought for a moment and replied, "I consider Panj Piyaras as living image of

omnipresent Guru. When in the presence of Guru, Sri Guru Granth Sahib, the living

image of the Guru, Panj Piyaras bless me then I will be able to face any difficult situation

and all problems would be solved."

"All right bow before the Guru, you will be administered Amrit."

I was very much attached with Giani Harbhajan Singh. I requested on his behalf,

"Harbhajan Singh is very upset. He is weeping and wailing and can not be consoled.

Please consider him also under similar condition." My plea was accepted and he was

called in again.

We were provided with yellow under turban (keski) and blue black outer turban. Each

one of us was also given a chakar to wear with the turban. We got ready after putting on

these things. My turn to partake Amrit came first. After administering Amrit to me, Naam

was given on hearing which, I felt a cool stream flooding my body; and a

white light spread throughout my body by hearing Naam only once. I was asked to bow

before the Guru, which I did. After that I slipped into mystic abstraction and lost

consciousness of my surroundings. I do not know who helped me aside to make place for

administering Amrit to Giani Harbhajan Singh. He also had the similar experience as in

my case. I was doing Simran with all my power. I was not aware of anything else than

Naam. I do not how much time elapsed before we (Giani Harbhajan Singh and myself)

became aware of our surroundings. After taking some food we moved towards the Dhab

of Male-ana (a small lake) on the boundary of Gujarwal and Narangwal. At this place

Bhai Sahib had spent many days and nights meditating and doing uninterrupted,

undisturbed Naam Simran. All the way I kept on observing a circular disc of light in front

of my face. On reaching the Dhab, Bhai Sahib got busy in Naam Simran went into

Samadhi (mystic abstraction). Giani Harbhajan Singh and myself went to sleep. After

some time we both woke up and had shock of our life as we observed our feet were

missing from our bodies. Bhai Sahib was still in Samadhi. We told Bhai Attar Singh

about our predicament. He told us not to worry and said that our feet are in the heart of

Bhai Sahib. He performed Ardaas and our feet were again attached to our bodies. Bhai

Sahib broke his Samadhi and led us, in the same intoxicated state, to his house at

Narangwal. We returned to our school at Ludhiana next day.

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(above post )Amazing!! i have got to read rangle saajan sometime!

[tarunjeet singh]

:WW: :WW:

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VaahegurooJeeKaaKhalsaa

VaahegurooJeeKeeFaateeh

Heres a story of an Hindu Man and an English women who become Rehitvan Khalsa .Really , aamazing and inspiring story.Take your time to read.Its worth while!

*CONTRAVERSIAL PART OF THIS ARTICLE HAS BEEN EDITED OUT*

When I hear this question ‘How did you come into Sikhi?’I find it cannot so casually be answered. In retrospect, I know it was predestined in this life. Gurusahib put me on this path despite great obstacles I had to face. I did not know the Punjabee language or culture in the least and my family cherished conservative Catholic values. What were my chances of receiving Amrit?My first darshan of a Singh occured when I was seven years old. He was climbing on a bus. I was transfixed by his radiant appearance even at a young age and prayed to God that I marry a handsome prince such as he.

I had always been spiritually restless. I found no solace in the Bible and going to church every Sunday was just a ritual.I saw God in the trees as the sunlight filtered through the leaves and felt His breath in the breeze on the riverbank. Oh how I spiritually thirsted to know Him better. I studied Christianity, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism and VERY briefly Sikhism. As I brooded over religious texts a thought out of somewhere came in my mind.”The day you are born you are that much closer to death”. My melancholy and longing often overwhelmed me and I wept often.I was spared bad sangat from the beginning.I was not popular and was a quiet studious student with above average grades…what you would call a nerd now. I missed the LSD drug hippie culture that was in full swing in the 70’s. I never developed bad habits and spent my evenings in the library.While my classmates were getting drunk, stoned and pregnant I got beaten up by a boy simply for not being ‘in’ enough with this crowd. Those were painful times.

I had strange dreams of being chased on horseback through dark forests with only the moon as my guide the ennemy gaining on me. I would wake up in a sweat.I did not till much later have revealed to me what this meant. Singhs know exactly what I am talking about.The years passed. I was still spiritually unsettled. I read voraciously usually about history and religion. I read the Bhagwad Gita and some of Kabir’s works. My husband was a sincere devotee of Shivjee and Durga and had had darshan of both. He was more into bhagtee and less into the complicated rituals of Hinduism. He couldn’t stand the trickery of Brahmins. He could see through them.He was very honest and honorable.

We went to India and went to a Radhasoami Dehra because his former professor who did seva there invited us there. I could not understand why people would prostate themselves as their ‘Guru’ drove by in a Mercedes Benz. God was the highest in my mind. We attended a few of his lectures and he quoted many lines from Guru Granth Sahib and I read some of the poignant writings of Meera. These stirred the longing within me to a fever pitch. We were granted an audience with the ‘Guru’.His appearance was that of a Sikh, so beautiful. In pain, streaming tears, I begged Him to show me how I could walk the path to God. Instead he gave me a series of tasks to accomplish then we would need to see him again in a few months and he might grant me the Mantr. My world crashed. His words and composure told us he was not the real Guru. We left and never looked back.

Upon returning to L.A. my husband was looking for a job. On the way to a job interview, on Vermont Ave, he saw a Nishan Sahib. We started going there. The sangat was warm and my heart lept as I had darshan of several of those beautiful Singhs. I could not understand much but loved the keertan and the Karah Prassad.We were in the sangat when a very old saint Baba Gyan Singh Johalwale and several Singhs came with him. He was very quiet. We were invited to a sangat member’s house where he and his entourage were staying. My husband was curious to speak to him. I was shy and stayed back. Babajee granted him an audience. After hearing my husband speak a few minutes, he locked eyes with him for quite a while and told him point blank: “Jagdish you will have amrit tomorrow. Your name will be Jagdish Singh”. My husband was stunned and spooked by what this old gentlemen was saying. He had no idea what that was at all. His concept of amrit was receiving ‘Ganga Jal’. He pointed to me ‘She will have to go with you’.

My husband was translating this to me and for some unknown reason I smiled so broadly (the soul knows what the mind does not).Babajee immediately stifled an objection that I was unsuitable as I was a Westerner by turning and saying “She is his wife.” We obeyed, quite unprepared for what was to come.My husband had learned the Punjabi alphabet in grade school but never used it since. His language was Hindi.

We presented ourselves for amrit.No one had told my husband not to shave and he did so just so he would be neat for taking amrit. He is probably the most clean-shaven candidate in history. I left all jewelry at the door. We entered and in our presence the amrit was prepared reading the Panj Banee. As I was receiving the amrit I saw a flash of light and something changed. Some inexplicable power had surged in my body. I was so charged and so filled with joy.Since I had such a hard time reciting Fateh after each chula, I received a lot of Amrit.So did my husband. We were given instructions which my husband translated. We were told to recite the gurmantr ‘Waheguru’ as much as possible and learn to recite Nitnem. Eating meat was out of the question. We were told the rehet was identical for both man and woman so when they told my husband to wear dastar and that for me it was not necessary I felt this letdown. I felt this was not quite right. But then I complied without question.

Two years later, we met Babajee’s nephew. He was a simple nice Singh. He told us that Babajee had told him our taking the Amrit was not a random event. Babajee knew Jagdish for the past three lives. Jagdish had done a lot of seva of saints and devotees in his past lives and that he had heard a call from Gurusahib to come here with Singhs to make sure these two souls received Amrit.These 2 would become very staunch Singhs. Then having delivered his message, he left. We were at a loss for words.

From the moment we were blessed with the Amrit, a breathtaking whirlwind of changes occured. There was also controversyand contention. We were very vulnerable. We were unwitingly the center of attention of the sangat as we both were from outside the Punjabee culture. The Granthee did not like saints, was pro Jhatka, and especially disliked a couple of Singhs who week after week tirelessly did Asa di Vaar and keertan. He despised them because they did it free and this undercut his business.Bhai Manmohan Singh jee was his name and he took us under his wing. He fed us Gurmat and Gubanee. He did keertan with the depth of his soul. His son gave me a tape of blissfull keertan that sent me somewhere.I did not understand Gurbanee by mind but it pierced me like an arrow when I walked in one day and could not stop crying having heard the Hukam read that day ‘Mere man prem lago har teer…’. I lost it when I read the translation later and in the library. I realized that Gurbanee was alive and had the power to permeate even a dense mind such as mine with its inherent spiritual scent. Gurbanee I experienced first hand was truly the Guru. I stayed locked in the library for a very long time that day.So much was happening so fast.

One day we went to Yuba City with the sangat. When I walked in, a Bibi with an enormous dastar approached me and asked we ‘Where is your dastar?’. I was shy and did not know what dastar meant…..’Your turban?’. I was filled with joy as this Bibi untied one of her layers of dastar and wrapped it on my head. It felt as if my Guru was wrapping it with His own hands by His own command. I was to be tested severely from all directions for keeping it. I dressed simply. Jewelry, fancy clothing and fashion had lost their taste and meaning. My husband was wondering what was happening to his wife. I left walking one night walking towards the Gurdwara crying after being after a hot arguement about dastar and started repeating by voice ‘Waheguru’ each step I took.

Soon something wonderful happened and Waheguru started coming by breath and I don’t remember much of the walk to the Gurdwara. When I got there I sat there just doing simran. Somehow though I instinctively knew this gift would be short-lived if I did not seek surrender and the blessings of the Panj Peeare in front of Gurusahibjee.In those early days it was very confusing for us. One side said one thing the other said something else. We were stuck in a tug of war.My husband was more influenced by the Granthee. I placed more faith in what Bhai Manmohan Singh was saying. In a moment of weakness we breached our code of conduct listening to the Granthee by eating meat. On the first bite, I spit it out without eating it and told my husband not to continue….we were doing something very wrong.He initially did not.

Later after talking about it some more begged Waheguru for forgiveness and vowed to go in front of Panj Peeyare.My husband was very irritated at some point and decided to take the questions of contention to the Guru himself. We would settle certain points of contention once and for all. I was begging Gurusahib to show us the Truth with clasped hands and tears rolling down my face. I was at first afraid then decided to submit to the Guru’s decision come what may. My husband did Ardaas to Gurusahib and placed folded pieces of paper in a bowl of water. Those that would still remain afloat the next day would be the Hukam. He asked Gurusahib "EDITED DUE TO FORUM RULES"

The next morning in Amritvela time my husband was awakened. He had had a vision of Sach Khand. There was an incredible sound of keertan filling the Universe and he heard the voice of a high-pitched voiced keertanee with small glasses and brownish complextion but very bright and red. All the Khalsa were wearing dastaar and bana (men and women) and sitting on a dais was Guru Nanak Devjee with a flowing white beard and even more glowing face. My husband fell weeping to the feet of the Guru and he said: “You don’t need to cry anymore for you have come to your house.” Having seen this vision he did Prakash of Gurujee and saw a globe of light eminating from there. A voice said clearly:” EDITED DUE TO FORUM RULES.” He was overwhelmed and as I entered the room he fell to my feet and cried:”I am so sorry.” I had him stand up and breathed a sigh of relief. This trial was over and I humbly thanked Gurujee for showing us the truth. This would galvanize our faith from that way forward. No one would tell us otherwise. My husband described the keertanee to Bhai Manmohan Singh. When he showed him the picture of Bhai Randhir Singh he told him this was the person. We had not seen pictures of Bhai Sahib yet at that time do Bhai Manmohan Singh was stunned.

Shortly afterwards we did appear in front of Panj Peeyarey and detailed our transgressions. We were terrified as so many who interviewed to serve as one of the Panj came out weeping and wailing. About 65 people were rejected for one reason or another. Two elderly ladies found suitable were in the Panj peeare and one was Peredhaar. Our knees shook as we approached Gurusahib for what we had done. The atmosphere was electric. The walls were pulsating with Naam. Naamdrir was done here. And like a current it just kept going. This was very different and much more powerful then the first time. It was hard to speak for a few days.

One Singh who did not know my husband grabbed him in his arms and started crying as ifm meeting a loved one after many years. “We were separated at the Sarsa river.So much was lost as we crossed. The current was too strong. I tried to hang on to you but you were swept away by the current.” This old Gursikh, normally a sober naam abhyassi type, wept like a child and both were locked in an embrace of Simran for a very long time. My husband has not been able to enter running water his whole life.

Everything I have written here is the Truth.The wonders never cease coming from the Guru. The Guru lends a hand to His bhagat along this spiritualm path.One receives amrit after living many lives. Khande ki Pahul Amrit has been depreciated by some. Pride of intellect and cleverness impede progress. One who goes with a clean heart and humility in front of the Guru to receives this wonderful gift is sure to grow and accomplish the spiritual tasks set forth by the Guru. Anyone out there who has love for the Guru will leave his or her ‘mann’ at the door and give it all to the Guru.

dassan dass

Vaheguru ji ka khalsa,Vaheguru ji ki fatheh !

[tarunjeet singh]

Thanks "singhni wannabe"