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The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying

How many of us live our lives with regret? How many see the old people in our culture fearful of death because they know they wasted their youth without Naam? How long will we continue to regret not being true to ourselves? How long will we allow ourselves to be buffeted by the winds of fear and uncertainty because we have not established a personal relationship with our atma (soul)? God is the only stable thing in this world, all else is ephemeral. Amritvela is essential to develop deep roots in this stability, and only than can the continually shifting sands of life not shake us to the core. All worldly sukh (pleasure/comfort) is temporary, and with it comes dukh (pain). By searching for spiritual sukh instead we invest in the one thing that cannot be taken away. My benti to all of you is to try to make the coming year your most dedicated to spiritual growth. Please keep amritvela (early morning meditation), please continually attend sadhsangat (congregational meditation and contemplation) and engage your mind in the programs. From personal experience I’ve learned that there is no greater way to gain peace of mind and happiness than from keeping these two habits. 

My mother, who is a care aid at an old persons’ home, has told me that when they find dharmic-minded people dead, they always have a look of peace on thier face. When they find the bodies of nastic (atheist) people, they have a look of struggle, a distinct lack of peace, on their face. She has even heard dharmic people sometimes see angels come to take them in the moment before death, and are sometimes given time to say a proper goodbye to their families. For the sake of the world and ourselves, please accept this humble benti (plea) to live a more spiritually focused life from now on. As all minds are connected, this raises the consciousness of the entire world. 

The following article is from a person who has worked with dying people for many years:

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them. 

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five: 

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. 

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. 

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard. 

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. 

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle. 

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. 

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win. 

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. 

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. 

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships. 

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier. 

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. 

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. 

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

-Posted from inspiration and chai

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The Last Time I Was In Amritsar – June 1984

An amazing, and true, account of surviving torture at the hands of the Indian police forces during their campaign to wipe out the Sikh religion.

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The Crimes of Indira Gandhi:
The Last Time I Was In Amritsar – June 1984

by MAI HARINDER KAUR

June 4, 1984

I was in Amritsar with my husband, Mani, and thirteen-year-old son, Sandeep. We had been in the city since mid-May, visiting relatives, of which we have many in that area.

The date, for those of you who don’t recognize it, was the beginning of Operation Blue Star – as it was named by the Indian government – when the Indian army stormed the Harmandar Sahib, claiming to be looking for ‘terrorists.’

The army knew that thousands of people were in the gurdwara complex to commemorate the Shaheedi Gurpurab of Guru Arjan. They opened fire on the whole complex and killed who knows how many. Fortunately, we were at a cousin’s house when it all started and thus were safe, or so it seemed.

No such luck. Two days later, the police barged into the house where we were staying and took us all.

Fortunately, as it turned out, the three of us had our passports on us. I’m not sure exactly where we were taken, a police station
somewhere. They separated the men and the women; I was afraid that that was last I’d see of my men.

Then they put put each of us women in different rooms. And I waited. For the first time in my life, I was really scared. After a time, a very young policeman came in. Although my hands were bound behind me, I managed to pull out my Canadian passport.

He was not impressed.

“Are you Sikh?” Expressionless.

“Yes.” Calmly.

“Wrong answer.” He slapped me across the face.

“Are you Sikh?” Expressionless.

“Yes.” Calmly.

“Wrong answer.” He slapped me HARD across the face.

“Are you Sikh?” Expressionless.

“Yes.” Calmly.

“Wrong answer. And you’re also really stupid.” He doubled up his fist and slugged me in the mouth.

“Are you Sikh?” Smiling slightly.

“Yes. I’m Khalsa.” Blood was coming out of my mouth. I wish I could say I was unafraid, but that would be a lie. A BIG lie. I have, to this day, never been so terrified in my life. But I managed to keep my voice steady.

He reached over to me and tore my shirt off. Then he pulled out my kirpan. “The little Saint Soldier has her little knife, I see.” In a sarcastic voice. He drew the blade across my throat. I laughed nervously. A strange reaction.

Unlike most Sikhs, I usually do not carry a blunt kirpan. I know, I know. A kirpan is a religious article, not a weapon. I’m sorry if I
offend anyone here, and I know I will, but I have never believed that our spiritual father, Guru Gobind Singh, intended us to be unarmed. I usually carried a razor-sharp medieval French war dagger that had belonged to a lady ancestor of mine. I suppose it couldn’t really be called a kirpan, but it was what I carried. I’m not sure why that day, I didn’t have my dagger on me. If I had, I would be dead.

So I laughed nervously.

That seemed to infuriate him and he pulled my pants down. At this point a second cop came in. The first one started pulling at my hair.

“You Khalsa have a real fetish about this, don’t you? Is it true that you’ll die before letting it be cut?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Stupid.”

The second cop handed him a big pair a scissors. He pointed them at my hair. “I’m going to use these. The choice is yours: here,” pointing at my hair, “or here?” He cut the top of my kacchhera, so they fell down. pointing the scissors at my crotch.

He laughed and laughed.

Paralysed with terror, I said nothing, but inside I screamed with every fibre of my being.

“GOBIND!”

No ‘Guru,’ no ‘Singh,’ no ‘Ji.’

Just, “GOBIND!”

The result was instantaneous. I was not afraid. I was not in pain. I don’t know how I knew they wouldn’t dare cut my hair; I couldn’t care less what else they might do to me. My dad’s words came to me: “No one can humiliate me without my consent.”

I laughed. “I’m Khalsa.” I looked at the mirror across the room. I’m not a complete idiot. I know mirrors in interrogation rooms are one-way glass. And I was certain that the cops were forcing my son and husband to watch this. Sadistic f****ing bastards! I nodded to my unseen men and smiled.

He slugged me in the stomach. It didn’t hurt. He slugged me like that several more times until he finally knocked me off my feet and I fell to the floor. I have never felt so calm and complete, as strange as that sounds. I was completely unafraid.

He stood over me and stared at me, now completely naked, lying on the floor. He kicked me in the head repeatedly. Then, he pulled me up by my hair and with the help of his colleague sat me in a chair. He cut open a hot chili and rubbed it all over my face, up my nose and into my eyes. I didn’t react at all.

He opened my legs and rubbed the chili all over my vaginal area. The second one pulled me forward to my feet, while the first one shoved it up my anus. He pulled it out and stuffed it into my mouth. The whole time, he was trying to taunt me by saying all sorts of insulting things. None of it got through to me at all. I will not record what he said, partly because it was mostly in colloquial Punjabi, of which I understood little, and partly because it would serve no purpose beyond teaching someone how to be insulting.]

After he finished with the chili, he started with the scissors, which turned out to be very sharp. Little cuts, not big ones, all over my breasts, then my stomach. When I didn’t react to that, the bottoms of my feet. By this time, he was completely livid. I thought he was going to maybe cut my throat or gouge my eyes.

Again he grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the ground, and opened my legs. He raised the scissors over my crotch, clearly intending to use them as a weapon of rape. He stopped, clearly savouring the moment.

At exactly that instance, the door opened and someone burst through, yelling. “Stop! We have orders not to mess with the Canadians.”

He glared at me, with pure hatred. But he stopped. The second cop untied my wrists.

I stood up, pulled up my kacchhera, then my pants. My shirt was torn beyond any usefulness, though. My mouth was still full of blood which I spat on the floor at his feet. He spoke, very softly, so only I could hear: “If I ever see you again, you’ll be sorry I didn’t finish with you today.”

So what was going on in me, while he was torturing me? I believe this does qualify as torture. I could see, hear and feel everything that was going on. But I felt no pain, either physically or psychologically, then or later. Instead, I was aware of various voices singing the Mool Mantar, over and over. It was the most beautiful thing you could imagine. It completely transported my being to another level where pain simply doesn’t exist. This was the second time something like this had happened to me in this life – and it has not been repeated since.

I was operating in two completely different states of being. All of my senses seemed to be in overdrive. My hearing was enhanced. Colours were vivid and alive. I was fully, completely conscious and aware. I want to emphasize that I was not being brave or strong or heroic. And I am not masochistic. I was as calmly joyful as I could ever imagine being. It simply made no difference to me what they were doing.

Why do I think this happened to me? Because I relied on a promise made by one who was a father to me. There is nothing special about me in this. Any Khalsa in this position has the right, perhaps even the obligation, to do the same. No special, secret words, no silly rituals, just the total intention.

I’d like to make a couple of aside comments here. First, there are still a few things I have left out, for the sake of decency. I was not raped, since rape is vaginal penetration. Please notice that it takes nothing fancy to torture someone, no special equipment, in this case, just some chili, a pair of scissors and something to tie my hands. Also, very little imagination.

I have not mentioned that, at this time, I was in my first trimester of pregnancy. They, of course, had no way of knowing that. Not that it would have made any difference to them! Why I didn’t lose the babies then and there I can only ascribe to the fact that I was being protected by my Guru in some fashion.

I just kept smiling. “I’d like my kirpan back, please.”

The second cop handed it to me, along with my passport.

They took me, still half naked and bleeding, to a hallway, where I was reunited with Mani and Sandeep. With great dignity, my son took off his shirt and helped me put it on.

“Here, Mom”‘ His voice was shaking a bit. I looked at them. They had been roughed up a bit, and normally neither would have ever tied a turban so sloppily. We would discuss all that later. I evidently got the worst treatment, physically.

Later we discussed the incident. Mani looked into my eyes. “There for a moment, I thought you might break.”

I met his gaze. “So did I.”

“I could see you change. All of a sudden, it was like you became someone else. What happened?”

I told him. He turned to our son. (Of course, all this happened 22 years ago, so all the quotes have been approximations, except this, which I remember verbatim.).

“Your mother is a magnificent person. You won’t find another like her, but I hope when you get married, you’ll marry a woman you can love and admire as much as I do my wife.’

What woman could possibly forget such praise from her husband?

Sandeep looked at me, and said, in a whisper, “Mom, you were so lucky they got stopped when they did.”

Both of us said, in unison, “Luck had nothing to do with it.”

I will leave the story there, only noting that it was not my strength and courage that made me strong; it was a gift from my father Guru.

The only part I can really take any credit for is crying out for help when I needed it.

We could not get back to our family home that day, but fortunately some good people saw us right outside the police station and took us in.

Although some of the city’s water was cut off, it was running where our host family lived. I felt incredibly dirty. Thank God for a good shower! Mani helped me clean up, washed and conditioned my hair – which, against all odds, was intact – and combed it out for me. He couldn’t believe I could walk on those lacerated feet, but even afterwards, while I was healing, I was in no pain. I have a few scars left, my hearing was slightly damaged, but nothing too important.

Mani, being a physician, thoroughly examined me, but even with the beating I had taken, there were no major injuries.

Our hosts, who were Hindus, gave us clean clothes, some really good food, comfortable beds and a feeling that there were still some decent people in Amritsar. We burned our old clothes, except I kept the shirt Sandeep had given to me. Our family in Amritsar still has it, as a remembrance.

There is much more I could write about Amritsar at that time, the smell, the heat, the noxious insects, the sacred sarovar filled with blood and dead bodies, but that can be found elsewhere on the net. I’m trying to record only my personal experiences.

A Call to Arms – Honour of Spilt Blood

Yesterday, 29th April 2011, whole world was gripped with fever of Royal wedding, wedding of Prince William of British Royal Family(second in line of succession to British Throne) . While most of the people enjoyed the wedding, I was feeling uncomfortable with all the euphoria, all the hype around this wedding. To be honest, I don’t have anything personal against the wedding or any of the people who were part of celebrations, but The Sikh inside me was bit disturbed and angry.

We Sikhs had a strong Kingdom, a strong Army, a vibrant and developed economy, Respect, honour, freedom, and pride, everything a free soul can dream of. Our elders, after a struggle of 80 years had established a Kingdom which was known as Khalsa Raaj, and whose government was known as Sarkar-Khalsa. Maharaja Ranjeet Singh ruled over Punjab and over hearts of Punjabis. But this Kingdom in North-Western India was the only which British could not win and enslave, while entire sub-continent lied in their feet. So, the honour-less, soul-less Generals were bribed and bought, Khalsa Fauj lost the battles it was destined to win, and on 10th February 1846, last pillar of Khalsa Raaj, Sardar Sham Singh Attariwala fell in battle of Sabhrawan. British Army marched to Lahore, Kesri Nishan was taken down and Union Jack hoisted over Lahore Fort, 5-year old innocent Dalip Singh was taken into ‘care’ by British, his helpless Mother Jind Kaur, beloved Queen of Shere-Punjab was arrested, dishonoured and humiliated in Jail and then sent away to a Jail in Uttar Pradesh in modern day India. From there, she would run away to Nepal, stay there for 12 years, cry day in and out in memory of her beloved son. She lost her eyesight. It’s a painful, long and heart-rending story of separation, humiliation, suffering, betrayals and Tears.

Well, we lost Our Kingdom to British Empire (which is still intact, full of its glory and grandeur, royalty and Pride). From that day, 10th February 1846 started a long story of bravery, chivalry, sacrifice and slavery. Free Souls, like Baba Maharaj Singh, Baba Raam Singh, Sardar Sher Singh and Chattar Singh Attari were captured and sent away to exile when they tried to free Punjab. Kookas, Babbar Akalis, Bhagat Singhs and Kartar Singhs were blown with canons and hanged to death when they fought for freedom. We Sikhs tried our best, but were always failed by those who were leading us. Don’t know why it happened to us Sikhs only? Why we had and still have so many Dhian Singh and Laal Singh Dogras, Teja Singh Bahmans, Tara Singh and Baldev Singhs, Harchand Singhs and Parkash Singh Badals. List of traitors is very long, very long, and interesting is the fact that we have been led by traitors from 1846 till today, more interesting is the fact that we know Traitors rule over us, but we have become so helpless that we are unable to remove them, throw them away from body of Panth. They are like Leeches, sucking blood of Panth, but Panth was and is so helpless that we are unable to remove those leeches.

In all this darkness, 132 years after Shaheedi of Sardar Shaam Singh Attariwala, Panth saw a ray of Hope, a breeze of fresh air, an atom of Life- Sant Baba Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa Bhindranwale (MHSICK).Santji woke up this nation of Lions, infused it with Spirit of Kurbaani, Sewa and Azaadi. It looked as if a Jathedar from 18th century had descended on Earth with His Misal. It was he who shook us, told us what Honour is, what freedom is and what value of Freedom is. I don’t have any words to describe him, Just that ‘May Waheguru keep him in Chardi Kala, wherever He is’.

Inspired by his words, thousands got ready to walk on Path of Freedom, illuminated by blood of Shaheeds and Light of Sant Jarnail Singh ji.

The day was yesterdays, 29th April, but a different year and different century. On 29th April 1986, Khalsa Panth declared its Independence, and declared its War of Freedom. This struggle of Khalsa Panth was to re-create the Khalsa Raaj of Sarkar Khalsa, which was destroyed 140 years ago by British Empire. This was the war of brave hearts, war of wronged, war of born revolutionaries against ruthless Indian Empire, descendant of British Empire. Panth was alone in its struggle, with only support of Satguru Sri Guru Granth Sahib ji. No military or economic or political power of world came to our help. Not even UN came to listen to our plight, because we our lives, our freedom didn’t matter to those who know just about business.

All this didn’t happen much time back, just a few decades ago, guns were blazing in Punjab and innocents were killed daily in hundreds. Lovers of Freedom were captured, tortured like beasts and killed like animals. Men, young and old were killed. Women were arrested, tortured and raped in police stations and interrogation centres of Punjab. So the blood flew, flew this much that a sixth river of blood flew on land of Punjab. 250,000 innocent Sikhs were killed in police stations, on banks of rivers and drains, in fields of Punjab, those very fields which had given food to Hungry India, filled empty stomachs of Indians and sufficed it with Food grains. Those hard working farmers of Punjab were killed in their very fields.

Human rights activists shouted at top of their voice to people of world, to nations, to so called custodians of Human Rights, to Royals and Powerful, but no one came to listen to our plight. No one came to share our suffering, to ask what was happening to us. Leave aside Indian police, courts, human rights groups, media, politicians, they had no reason to share our pain as we were and are nothing more than slaves to them,  but what hurt was, no one in so called democratic, developed western world raised a voice against atrocities and injustice being committed against us.

A time came; Freedom fighters and the great Generals leading them were all killed, by bullet, by deception, by treachery. Freedom Movement, which had begun to fulfil Ardas Khalsa Panth, did at Sri Akaal Takhat Sahib on 29th April 1986 come to a standstill. We weren’t killed by just bullets of enemies, we were killed by our own, who looked like us, we were killed by those who looked like our brothers , joined our ranks, but shot us at first given moment. Raavan had one brother who deserted him and led to his downfall, we had thousands of them, majority of whom are today well- setteled in western countries, enjoying the riches they accumulated from blood of Shaheed brothers.  Indian Empire won, its police and army, its brutality and injustice, its rapes and murders, its economy and its diplomacy won and we lost.

After a demolished Akaal Takhat, 2000 burnt saroops of Guru Granth Sahib ji, 10,000 dead innocents in Darbar Sahib complex and 35,000 more dead in Rural areas, we were still portrayed as Terrorists and world believed it. Then we hit back, killed the demon-goddess and another round of massacres started, with 20,000 killed all over India, and we were again shown as Terrorists.  Then we took up the Gun for our Honour and Freedom, for the spilt blood of brothers and sisters, and more 200,000 of us were butchered down, and again, we were shown as terrorists and world believed what our enemy said.

Yesterday as world watched Royal Wedding of those whose ancestors brought down our royalty, enslaved our people, brought down our Kesri Nishan, I was deep down, in memories of Lost Glory, of fallen brothers and sisters, of the Dreams which still live in Millions of eyes across the world. I don’t know how many remembered or celebrated ‘Declaration of Independence’ yesterday, how many thought about it, wrote about it, decided to do something about it, because nowadays we have thousands of ‘Day revolutionaries’.  These are the people who talk big about Sikhi and Freedom, about Khalistan and Revolution, about Santji’s mission and dreams of Shaheeds, BUT, only when it is convenient, when it will give them some fame and name, but don’t wish to do anything for it. They prefer talking and after talking, they are just normal people, who chill and hang around with friends, eat out, talk crap whole day and sleep soundly in the night. These are people who talk about tortures and Shaheediya, but fear CCTV’s in their respective countries,  who ask Sikh Naujawan of India to get up and fight and die, but are not ready to come to India themselves for even a month to ‘do something’ for Revolution.

But as someone said, Blood of Martyrs is never wasted, and I have firm belief, that blood of more than 250,000 Innocent Sikhs will not go waste. The dream they had, the mission they started, the journey they set upon, we have to fulfil that dream, to complete the mission, to finish the Journey. They bachans which Sant Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa gave on 3rd June 1984 and Ardas which Khalsa Panth did on 29th April 1986 will be fulfilled one day. But for that day to come, I don’t know how many rivers of blood will flow, how many mothers and sisters and wives will have to go through pain of separation of their sons, brothers and husbands, how many fathers will lay down their lives on day their son or daughter is born.

Everyone wants to live, everyone wants to prosper, to have a good and peaceful life, a good social and personal life, but ever thought? Even those Shaheeds had personal lives, even they had dreams, even they had small wishes, I know of Sons whose fathers saw them only once, sons and daughters who never saw their fathers, mothers who lost all the sons they gave birth to, fathers who had to cremate their young sons, even they were human beings like us, even they could have lived their lives peacefully, but they preferred fighting it out in battlefield with the enemy and die than live. There were those who wanted to live, but were never given a chance by butchers and killed in cold blood.

We laying down our arms, we shying away from struggle, we making excuses for our weakness will be betraying those Shaheeds, those beloved sons of Guru Gobind Singh ji Maharaj. Time is coming, if you cannot do anything, then don’t pretend, and if you wish to do something, then do it properly.

We lost our glory, our honour, our Freedom in 1846, and in 1986, our elders introduced us to it again. They created the path with their blood, flesh and bones, and we just have to walk on this path and reach our destination. Its at the destination where Life awaits us, where Glory and Honour await us. To have a dream is a big thing, we Sikhs lost our dream in 19th century, but those Shaheeds of 1984 gave us our dream back. Today we have the dream; we just need to act to fulfil it.

Sant Baba Thakur Singh ji Khalsa’ Bachan are a guide, a inspiration and a ray of hope for all of us, that the blood which has been spilt, the blood which is being spilled, and which will be spilled in future will not go waste. There will be Khalsa Raaj, We will have Our Sarkar- Khalsa once again, and the Ardas done at feet of Guru Granth Sahib ji Maharaj will be fulfilled.

Paying homage to all the Shaheed Singhs and Singhaniya of present movement, I would end with the lines Maharaani Jind Kaur wrote towards Shaam Singh Attariwala to fight for Khalsa Panth’s Honour in Battlefield. It was at call of Queen Mother Jind Kaur that Sardar Shaam Singh Attariwala fought in battlefield of Sabhrawan and laid down his life for Freedom and Protection of Khalsa Raaj. Poet writes –

ਜਿੰਦਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਜਕਲੰਬ ਦੇ ਲਿਖੀ ਚਿੱਠੀ, ਪੈ ਚੱਲੀ ਏ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਵੇ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਸਿੰਘਾ,

ਜੇ ਤੂੰ ਬੈਠਾ ਤਾ ੳਠ ਖਲੋ ਛੇਤੀ, ਝਬਦੇ ਘੋੜੀ ਨੂੰ ਚਾੜ ਲਗਾਮ ਸਿੰਘਾ,

ਵੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਰੋਸੇਆਂ ਦਾ ਕਿਨੇ ਮਾਨ ਕਰਨੈ, ਜਦੋ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ ਦੇਸ਼ ਗੁਲਾਮ ਸਿੰਘਾ,

ਵੇ ਸ਼ਾਨ ੳੱਚੇ ਦੁਮਾਲੇ ਦੀ ਜਾਊ ਕਿੱਥੇ, ਜਦੋ ਕਰਨੀ ਪਈ ਸਲਾਮ ਸਿੰਘਾ ॥

Akaal ji Sahai

KamalJeet Singh ShaheedSar

Glimpses of Baba Nand Singh ji

An English translation of Baba Nand Singh ji`s jeevani is available in 5 volumes from this fantastic Nanaksar website.

Also, GurbaniUpdesh has posted videos of Bhai Hari Singh ji discussing Baba Nand Singh ji`s life. Bhai Hari Singh was Baba Nand Singh ji`s driver.
After clicking Here, click on ‘Katha’, then on ‘Baba Nand Singh Ji’ folder, then on the videos to watch.

Bonus:

A lareevar katha of Guru Granth Sahib ji is available for download. This particular katha is done by various kathavachiks.

The Tiger of the Sikh Freedom Movement

‘He was an Angel’ ( Oh ta Farishta si),
These words describe the deep feelings of love and respect people of Punjab have for Baba Manochahal. As Buzurg Sikhs sit in groups in village centres and talk about the age gone, this one name still arouses feelings of Love and faith in hearts of many.
The policemen who saw him, who met him, who had a word with him, till today bear witness to his bravery, his simplicity and his determination to fight till end. In words of one such policeman ‘’when he was escaping after an encounter, he passed by me. He was holding his GPM in his hand and bag of ammunition was on his shoulder. Looking at him, my gun fell. If he had been any other Kharkoo, I would be dead by now, but he just looked at me, smiled and said ‘ Sikh hai,Baani padya kar, tera bhala ho jooga’ (you are a Sikh, read Baani, you will be blessed) and just vanished.

Baba Gurbachan Singh ji Manochahal joined Damdami Taksal in 1974 at age of 20 during Sant Kartar Singh ji’s time. After completing his Vidya, he started going out with Jatha on parchar missions. After Sant Kartar Singh ji, Sant Jarnail Singh ji became Jathedar of Taksal in 1977. Babaji was very close to Santji and had great respect for Santji. He was one of the few Singhs assigned by Sant Kartar Singh ji to always remain with and assist Sant Jarnail Singh ji. When Sant Jarnail Singh ji was surrounded by Punjab Police to be arrested and killed in Mumbai, Santji left secretly in a white ambassador car, while Babaji lay on Santji’s bed with a bed sheet on his face (he had height same as Santji). All the time, police and spies thought that it was Sant Jarnail Singh who was sleeping on bed, but after 8 hours Babaji removed sheet from his face, policemen were left empty handed as it was not Santji, who had gone too far to be caught by now.

He had a highly spiritual Jeevan and a long nitnem at Amritvela. Many a times, he went in Samadhi, sitting one with Akaal Purakh for days at length. This made Sant Jarnail Singh ji respect Babaji further and Santji assigned Babaji with Kar sewa of Gurudwara Bhai Dhanna Singh ji at village Naushera Pannua. Interestingly, Baba Manochahal was the one who arranged for arms and ammunitions for Babbar Khalsa Singhs (Bhai Talwinder Singh, Bhai Anokh Singh and Bhai Kulwant Singh Nagoke) and did ardas for them when they went on their first mission to punish Narkdharis.
Baba Manochahal had a very magnetic personality, a peaceful shine in his eyes and firmness on face, and at same time, he had Heart and humility of a Sant, which made him a complete Sant- Sipahi.

Santji asked Babaji on 1st June 1984 to leave Darbar Sahib Parkarma and carry on the struggle. Baba Gurbachan Singh ji formed ‘ Bhindranwala Tigers Force of Khalistan’ in 1985 to carry on mission of Santji. He was Jathedar of 5-member Panthic committee which was formed on 26th Jan 1986 to lead Khalsa Panth and carry on struggle of Khalistan. Baba Gurbachan Singh ji was respected for his vision, his farsightedness, his Panthic Piaar , his dedication and his deep faith for Mission given by Santji. He took each and every word of Santji by his heart and worked entire life to fulfill bachans of Santji.

Baba Gurbachan Singh ji had qualities which many other leaders of Sikh Resistance Movement lacked. He was not only a soldier, but also a scholar, a poet, a visionary, a statesman, an ideologue of Movement. He had all the qualities which were needed in an able General, and He WAS the one. This was the reason that all Government Agencies, Traitors, agents and touts worked with all their might to bring him down someway.
There was Four million Rupee reward on his head, raids were carried out at 40-60 places at same time, with more than 60,000 Government troops involved, but the Great Warrior, Baba Manochahal always escaped the net and cordon of Military forces.
He was labeled ‘Agent of Congress’ by some so-called Panthic Leaders of those times, like Dr. Sohan Singh, who with help of government agencies had established themselves as leaders and ideologues of Kharkoo Jathebandis. But that didn’t stop Babaji from his mission. He didn’t care what people talked about him, who stood with him or against him, what danger he had to face due to his actions. He was a Sant, someone who had gone beyond filth, impurity and corruption of world and its distractions. He was working as a soldier of Dasmesh Pita, with his inner self imbued in Naam and Baani. He walked as a companion of 18th century Sikhs, without caring for the thorns cutting his feet and body. Burning heat of Punjab’s summers or chilling cold of winters, which he spent in fields of Punjab didn’t break his confidence. One by one, all his companions, all loyal soldiers fell in battlefield. His father, mother, brothers, nephews sacrificed their lives at altar of truth. Left alone in battlefield, he was asked by well-wishers to leave the battlefield and enemies called upon him to surrender, but this brave heart son of Guru Gobind Singh ji, soldier of Khalsa Panth, the true ‘Taksali Nihang’, the care-less Sant-Sipahi roamed in streets of villages singing ‘Sir dittea baajh nahi rehna Dharam Sir ditteaa baajh nahi rehna’ ( Dharam will not survive without sacrificing our heads).

And the day came, when he quietly drank the poison given by friends,to whom he had gone for food and shelter. As he understood what had happened, he quietly left the place where he drank the poison and started walking to an unknown destination, knowing very well that journey would end very soon and he will be in his Father’s feet.The enemies were following him, quietly watching his steps, waiting for him to fall. They didn’t carry enough courage to challenge poisoned Son of Guru Gobind Singh ji, whose name itself used to send shivers down their spine. As the ‘albela’ Baba kept walking, poison showed its effects and this ‘Tiger of Bhindranwala’ fell in a field outside the village of Rataul. As he fell and his Holy Soul flew away to Immortal Palace of Guru Gobind Singh ji, cowards of Punjab police appeared and pumped numerous bullets in his life-less body.

Baba Manochahal kept his promise, which he had made to Sant Kartar Singh ji and Sant Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa, to always remain a loyal and humble soldier of Khalsa Panth, to fight for Panth and Dharam till last breath and sacrifice his life for Charhdi Kala of Khalsa Panth.

Baba Manochahal ji used to say ‘’ When a Shaheed sacrifices his life, don’t pray for his soul to ‘rest in peace’, instead pray to Maharaj and Shaheed Singhs to send that holy soul again to serve the Panth as Panth needs brave and pure Souls. Only those blessed souls can take Panth to Charhdi kala’’.

Following Babaji’s bachans, I ask him and other brave Shaheeds not to Rest in Peace ( R.I.P.) but ‘’ Rise Again’’ (R.A.)

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Baba Gurbachan Singh ji had some very unique and inspiring qualities which made him greatest General of Sikh Resistance Movement after Sant Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa.

Here I would like to share some incidents, words and actions of Babaji’s life which show his bravery, courage, determination, honesty, purity, spiritual prowess and ability to rise above worldly divisions and distractions.

Babaji and Taksal –

After Operation Bluestar, some people tried to target Baba Manochahal and his intentions and alleged that He was trying to be next Mukhi of Damdami Taksal. Babaji gave out a statement to press and media which was

‘’ I am living life of an outlaw, how can I work as Mukhi of Damdami Taksal? I joined Taksal as a vidyarthi in 1974 during Sant Kartar Singh ji’s time and after him, Sant Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa became Jathedar. I have always been a loyal and humble vidyarthi of Taksal and will remain so forever. The Mission which Santji gave me, I will carry it forward with all the power Maharaj has given me, till my last breath. I will not run away from my responsibilities and bachans of Mahapurakh Sant Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa. Those who are trying to create frictions between me and Baba Thakur Singh ji should stop these antics. I have always respected Babaji from the day I joined Taksal and shall continue to do it forever. The amount of Love and respect I have for Babaji, will never decrease and no one can decrease it. Yes, I will appeal to all the Singhs to remain calm and raise above all divisions and work for Charhdi kala of Panth. Only time will tell who served Taksal with all the heart and Soul. ‘’

Babaji and Movement –

After Operation Bluestar, Baba Thakur Singh ji and Damdami Taksal called Sarbat Khalsa at Sri Akaal Takhat Sahib to decide future course of action. On 26th January 1986, millions of Sikhs gathered at Sri Darbar Sahib Complex and Panthic committee was formed under Babaji’s guidance. Baba Manochahal was One of Singhs of Panthic Committee. Babaji gave an emotional speech that day in front of Sri Akaal Takhat Sahib wherein he outlined the future course of action, which included Sewa of Sri Akaal Takhat Sahib, Justice for victims of June and November 84 Massacres and armed struggle to attain Freedom for Sikh Panth. Babaji formed ‘Bhindranwala Tigers Force’ to fight for Freedom. When Bhai Satwant Singh and Bhai Kehar Singh ji were hanged on 6th January 1989, all the Mukhi Kharkoos gathered and did samagam for Shaheeds, where Bhai Wadhawa Singh Babbar did Kirtan and Baba Manochahal ji did ardas for Shaheeds. Baba Manochahal served as a uniting factor on many issues between Jathebandis and always stressed on unity of all the Jathebandis in One fighting force to attain freedom, an attempt which was torpedoed many a times by people like Dr.Sohan Singh and Jagjeet Singh Chohan. Babaji was part of Jatha which faced enemy bullets on 13th April 1978, and he was the Last general to fall on 28th Feb 1993, and after his Shaheedi, Movement came to a virtual standstill, which it is till today.

Babaji’s Vision and Far-sightedness.

Baba Manochahal’s younger brother, Bhai Mohinder Singh , who was also a top Kharkoo of BTFK, was shot dead by Bhai Sukhwinder Singh Sangha of same Jathebandi. Babaji was in Pakistan at that time, when he returned, his close aides reported the matter to Babaji and asked him to punish Sangha. Babaji called Sangha and asked calmly about the matter. Sangha replied to Babaji that he was ashamed and sorry for what had happened, and it was a case of wrong information, wherein he was told that Bhai Mohinder Singh had become a police agent. Babaji placed his hand on Sangha’s shoulder and said ‘’ Sangha, next time be careful about information and verify it before you shoot someone. Each and every Singh is precious in this struggle’’. Ashamed of what had happened; Bhai Sangha left Majha and started his operations in Malwa area. Singhs were surprised and amazed at restraint showed by Babaji in dealing with killer of his brother.

In 1991-92, Babaji alongwith Baba Thakur Singh ji called upon all Panthic parties and Jathebandis to fight elections as boycotting them would prove a historic blunder for Movement. But Akali factions who were sell-outs of Indian Government insisted on boycotting elections. People like Dr. Sohan Singh, Chief of Panthic committee cleverly took Babbars on his side to boycott elections and anyone who called upon Panthic parties to fight elections was labelled ‘’Government Agent’’.  Baba Thakur Singh ji asked Simranjeet Singh Maan to fight elections but he also refused. Baba Manochahal sent Bhai Manjeet Singh, son of Sant Kartar Singh and brother of Bhai Amrik Singh ji Shaheed to Panthic meeting where it was to be decided whether or not to fight elections. Bhai Manjeet Singh, who was President of AISSF that time was asked by Babaji to somehow make all Singhs understand importance of elections. But Bhai Manjeet Singh couldn’t resist the pressure of other Jathebandis and signed the declaration boycotting elections. When he returned and met Baba Manochahal, he told Babaji about his failure to stop boycott of elections. Babaji took out his Gun, placed it on Bhai Manjeet Singh’s head and said ‘’ If you were not Son of Sant Kartar Singh ji, I would have shot you by now. You don’t know what you all did today. You have signed on death warrant of thousands of Sikhs today’’.

That day Babaji said his famous bachans ‘’ Big trees will fall, river of blood of innocents will flow, people who fold hands today in front of us and ask us to visit their houses will close their doors on us, they will even refuse us water, movement will fall back by decades. Panth will understand its loss only after the loss has been made’’.

Babbars and some other Jathebandis sided with Dr.Sohan Singh that time and labelled Baba Manochahal as Congress Agent. Babaji refused to give any statement against Babbars but clearly said about Dr. Sohan Singh that ‘’ this man has talked till today, he will just talk and live on. And it’s not hard for a person like him to change his words. Those who have chosen to follow him will understand later who was right and who was wrong ‘’.

Today Babaji’s words have come true. Baba Manochahal ji sacrificed his Life for Panth, but same Dr. Sohan Singh today lives in his Bungalow in Chandigarh and attends RSS functions. Recently he gave out a statement that ‘’ I never had any relationship with Khalistan movement or Khalistanis’’.

When some Singhs praised Wassan Singh Jaffarwal in front of Baba Manochahal in 1991, Babaji smiled and said ‘’ He is not Singh, He is wassu, wassu, and with time, you will see his Truth’’. And we all saw the great surrender drama of Wassan Jaffarwal!!

Babaji and Panthic Unity.

After election boycott decision and Babaji;s support for elections, some young Babbars started looking for Babaji, to shoot him. Navroop Singh was their Jathedar. After regular instigations, Singhs asked Babaji permission to teach Navroop Singh a lesson. Babaji quietly refused and politely said ‘’ If I too start acting like them, what will be the difference between me and him’’? Bhai Behla, who was right hand man of Babaji, got irritated and said ‘’ Jathedar ji, you will get killed one day and get us killed from hands of these stupid boys, without a reason. I can’t be peaceful like you’’. Babaji stood up, folded his hands and said ‘’ Singho, if you want, you can cut my head, but I will not let you fire on fellow brothers who are fighting for Panth. Yes they are on wrong path, lets do ardas to Maharaj to bless them with Bibek-Budh and understanding ‘’. After few days, Rataul encounter happened and BTFK Singhs fought for 56 hours in this encounter, killing scores of enemy forces. This sent shock waves in Kharkoos who were against Babaji. Navroop Singh confronted Sohan Singh and said ‘’ you say Manochahal is a Congress agent, if he is congress agent, how and why are his Singhs fighting for 56 hours in encounters’’?  Sohan Singh head his hung in shame and left the place. After few days, Navroop Singh went to Babaji and apologized for his stupidity.

When Jathedar Sukhdev Singh Babbar attained Shaheedi, Babaji’s sister saw Babaji crying. She said you and Sukhdev Singh had so big ideological and strategic differences between you, then why are you crying for him? Babaji said ‘’ sister, whatever our differences, still he was my brother, we were walking on same path, we had same dream, I have lost a brave brother today’’.

This was Babaji’s love and respect for fellow Singhs and Jathedars.He had the ability to rise above partisan politics and work and think for entire Panth. When whole Indian Media started a slanderous campaign against Jathedar Sukhdev Singh, to malign his image and character, it was one and only Baba Manochahal who gave out a recorded statement to defend Jathedar Sukhdev Singh, his second marriage, his lifestyle and actions. He proved it through Baani and history that Jathedar Sukhdev Singh was not wrong in having a second wife while first was alive, as he had Anand Karaj with that Bibi, Jawahar Kaur, and it was necessary for him to live in Bungalow to carry out his Kharkoo activities. It was due to Babaji’s statement that honour of Bhai Sukhdev Singh was saved , else even Singhs close to Jathedar Sukhdev Singh and various other jathedars had started pointing fingers at character of Bhai Sukhdev Singh Babbar.

When Singhs asked Babaji why he was defending Sukhdev Singh, who had bitter differences with him, Babaji simply said ‘’ I’m defending honour of a Shaheed who fought and died for Panth. I just can’t let his blood go waste due to all this maligning attempts’’.

Babaji and New-age thinking

Once Babaji was having Langar with some Singhs during afternoon at one of his hideouts. Some young Singhs of village were standing near Babaji. While discussing various issues, some singhs reported to Babaji about a boy and girl of village who ‘met secretly and were having a love affair’. They asked Babaji to punish them or shoot them. Babaji said ‘ Singho, if they are in love with each other, we don’t have a right to interfere, yes, if some guy abuses, molests or dishonours a Bibi, then don’t think twice before shooting him, lets not get into personal matters of people, we have a war to fight’’. Singhs became quiet after listening to Babaji. On other hand, Babaji called that boy and girl outside village Gurudwara and asked them about their relation. Shivering with fear while looking at Babaji’s face, they accepted that they loved each other. Babaji said ‘’ Ok, if you love each other, then you have to marry each other, and if any one of you backed off, I will shoot that person with my hands. Now it’s not just about love, it’s about honour of your families, our culture and religion ‘’.

This showed how much Babaji valued personal freedom, culture and traditions. Small divisive issues were unable to distract him or divert his attention. One such incident happened when Babaji was having langar at one of his shelters (called Behak in Punjabi). Babaji asked the owner of the house if he wanted anything from him. Owner said Babaji, just shoot my neighbour and I’ll be free of stress. I don’t see him face to face and I just hate him. Babaji stopped eating langar, got up and started walking. Singh ran behind Babaji and stopped him and asked reason of Babaji’s leaving. Babaji angrily said ‘Singha, if I come to you for food and shelter, don’t expect me to shoot any innocent for you. This is not what Guru Gobind Singh ji or Santji taught us. I’ll find some other place, but this is a big price to pay, killing an innocent ‘’. The Singh was ashamed of his words and apologized to Babaji.

Till today, people talk with love, passion and respect about Baba Manochahal. He was a Sant-Sipahi-Poet-Scholar.  Words fail to describe him and his personality. There are hundreds of other beautiful and inspiring incidents of Babaji’s life which are to be shared and will be shared with Sangat. Babaji was gem of Panth, a loyal soldier of Santji’s Army, a dedicated student of Damdami Taksal. In countryside of Majha, he is a legend who will live on forever. I have seen people unable to stop their tears while talking about him. His legend is Immortal, being kept alive in hearts of thousands and thousands of Sikhs, passed from generation to generation. He will be remembered forever and as the time will pass, his glory, his greatness; his light will spread through whole world, inspiring millions to walk on path of freedom and truth. Some call him Robinhood of Majha, some see in him Che Guvera,  but comparisons are not good enough for him.

He was just ‘Baba Manochahal – The Braveheart’.

Parnaam Shaheedan Nu

Shaheeda de charna di Dhoor-

Kamaljeet Singh Khalsa ShaheedSar

2012 and Beyond…

The Mayans were known as some of the most accurate astronomers and astrologers in history. Their instruments were nearly as accurate as those available today! The coming end of one of the major cycles of their calendar is causing anxiety for many as they have left the next cycle blank. This implies that what will happen in the future is either unforeseeable, or that it is in our collective hands to a far greater degree than previous phases of human evolution.

The truth, as dass has heard direct from bhramgyani Baba Thakur Singh ji Bhindrenvale, is that humanity is very near a critical turning point in history. An exceptionally difficult time lies ahead of us, and what exactly will happen is not written. However, some events must occur due to the collective karma of humanity. Baba ji told me that WW3 will occur at some point, and it will dwarf both WW1 and 2. It will be a nuclear war. And that a very great number of humans would be wiped out. Perhaps most. There will also be numerous immense environmental changes. All of these events WILL happen in my lifetime, and I’m nearly 30.  Eventually dharm will flourish all over the world. But before that happens, Kaljug will become much much worse.

Even in the short period of time since Baba ji left his sareer I’ve noticed that there is a greater and greater separation between the large minority of truly spiritual minded people and the increasingly callous hearted majority. The acceptability of dharm in the public sphere seems to be decreasing as the wicked hearted dislike seeing what essentially amounts to a mirror for their crooked soul out in public.

Sants have made predictions of a similar nature in the past that didn’t materialise, but this is because they made the mistake of dating their predictions and the time is not set in stone for these events. People around the world praying for peace, as well as mahapurkhs who did not want to see the disasters in their lifetime, used their kamai to push the events back. The more it got pushed back , the less severely catastrophic it became. But Baba ji has told me that it cannot be pushed back too much any more. Both Baba Thakur Singh ji Bhindrenvale and Sant Jawala Singh ji Harkhowal gave a time range that is within my lifetime (and is nearer than you think).

From various reliable sources (Mahapurkha dian sevadaars as well as sau sakhi), I have heard that there will come a time when shaheed singhs will make Bani gupt due to the beadbi (disrespect) of Bani worldwide; when that happens we will only have the bani which is kant (memorised) available to us. Bhramgyanis have said that a time will come when life is so hard that constant Bani abhyaas is required just to survive. It would be wise for to build up our jeevans now, while life is relatively easy.  Please do ardass for dass so that I may overcome my many failings and build up a jeevan worthy of a son of Guru Gobind Singh ji, and so I can fulfill my desire to be a worthy sevadaar of the panth. Baba Thakur Singh ji bhindrenvale has mentioned that there is need of great abhyaas. Singhs have told me that he also said there was need to focus on shastar vidya as well.
The following recordings are of Giani Thakur Singh ji Patiala wale discussing what will happen in the future:

Full katha audio

Full katha audio, alt link

Partial audio, parts discussing the future:

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

 

In the end, while we must make great efforts, all victory is in the hands of the Satguru. Our hopes and fears lie in his hands as well.
Waheguru ji ka Khalsa Waheguru ji ki Fathe!

Sangats Experiences with Sant Baba Thakur Singh Jee Khalsa

The greatest saint that dass has ever met, Baba ji is my father. His blessings mean more to me than I can say. The all too brief time that I spent with Baba ji was the happiest in my life. Despite meeting a number of sants, I have to this day not found one who compares to Baba ji in terms of daya, nimrata, and generousity. If I could have one wish it would be to have lived with him, and to have been able to spend all my time with him. His presence was beautiful beyond words and I miss him dearly.

Sangats Experiences with Sant Baba Thakur Singh Jee Khalsa

One day Sant Giani Gurbachan Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale got all the Singh’s together at the Dera and said to them that they needed a Singh for some seva. One Singh got up and said that they wanted to do the seva, Sant Ji said to the Singh that he wouldn’t be able to do the seva, so Sant Ji chose Baba Thakur Singh Ji to do the seva. When Baba Ji started doing Sant Ji’s seva, Sant Ji didn’t let Baba Ji go to sleep properly. Sant Baba Gurbachan Singh ji were in their Mauj that day and were testing Baba Thakur Singh ji’s devotion and patience.So Sant Ji used to send Baba Ji to go and rest,and a few minutes later Sant Ji used to send a Singh to go and wake Baba Ji up. Whenever Baba Ji used to come back to Sant Ji, Sant Ji used to say angrily to Baba Ji that “Have you come here to sleep? it’s better if you go back to your house.” But Baba Thakur Singh ji kept doing sewa with Love and patience, reading Baani and serving Vadde Mahapurakhs. After a year of seva, Sant Ji said to Baba Ji that they thought that Baba Ji would run away from this seva, but they didn’t. After this period Baba Ji got a lot of Bakshish from Sant Ji.

Sant Ji once said that people come to stay in the Jatha to become a Giani, Ragi etc. But theirs one Singh, one Gurmukh in the Jatha who hasn’t got any pavanah, any icchha for anything. The Singh’s asked Sant Ji to tell them who that Singh was, Sant Ji replied that the Singh is Bhai Thakur Singh IchoGill Wale, meaning Baba Thakur Singh Ji Khalsa.

Date: May 2002 Ealing hospital, London.
Baba Ji had been very ill on their visit to England, infact just a couple of days after arriving in England Baba Ji got very ill and had to stay in hospital. It was around 2am in the hospital room and Bhai Gurraj Singh and Bhai Amolak Singh were with Baba Ji doing seva, Baba Ji had not talked to any one while they were in hospital all they did was listen to gurbani 24 hours a day 7 days a week. All of a sudden Baba Ji’s heart beat on the machine suddenly rised and went to the top then all of a sudden it went down fast, Bhai Gurraj Singh told Bhai Amolak Singh to go out of the room and get Baba Ji’s Nephew Bhai Jaswinder Singh Nihang who was outside in another room. While he went for Baba Ji’s nephew the doctors came rushing in and by that time Baba Ji’s nephew had arrived. In the room were the Three doctors, Bhai Gurraj Singh and Bhai Jaswinder Singh Nihang (Baba Ji’s nephew) and the doctors said to them that they were sorry that Baba Ji is not breathing or responding to anything anymore and that Baba Ji has passed away.As the two Singh’s looked at each other in shock, the doctors said that they will leave them alone for a few minutes, and as soon as the doctors went out, Bhai Jaswinder Singh held Baba Ji’s hand on one side and on the other side Bhai Gurraj Singh held Baba Ji’s hand and Bhai Jaswinder Singh started talking to Baba Ji saying “don’t go” “the singh’s need you” “what will we do without you”. All of a sudden Baba Ji got up and sat down on the hospital bed and started doing Vaahiguroo Jaap, Then Baba Ji looked forward and did Namashkaar and said Fateh 5 times, on the third time they said it Bhai Jaswinder Singh and Bhai Gurraj Singh started saying it aswell but they couldn’t see anything,as to whom Baba Ji was saying Fateh. Then Once Baba Ji said fateh 5 times, they put there left arm around Bhai Jaswinder Singh, and right arm around Bhai Gurraj Singh and tightly grabbed them and said “What ever was going to happen has happened, lets go home, im ok now, call for the car and lets get out of here”, Bhai Jaswinder Singh replieed “Baba Ji we will stay for a couple of days just to make sure”, Baba Ji replyed “No I’m ok, everything is fine” and then Baba Ji pulled out all the drips and wires from out of their body, stood up and said again “take me home, see im ok, call for the car and lets get out of here”

Shaheed Bhai Joginder Singh Harchowalwale was in pathankot jail,the C.R.P.F had arrested him and locked up there. In the room where he was locked up was a picture of Baba Deep Singh Ji Shaheed. One day he looked up at the picture and he remember Baba Ji and Mehta. While looking up at the picture he did a benti and said “Mahapurkho, Kirpa Karo”. He said that he will probably get shaheed one day, either today or another day, but he is requesting that he stays alive for another year because he wants to do the panth’s seva. After he did this benti all of a sudden Baba Ji’s roop appeared infront of him, Baba Ji was wearing white clothes with a nangi Sri Sahib held in their hand. Baba Ji said to Joginder Singh that his death is in Guru Sahib’s hands, that whatever Maharaj wants, that will happen. Baba Ji then said to him to get out of their, that the police can’t do anything to him. At this time the police where playing cards outside and there where big flood lights on outside. While Joginder Singh started walking out he got scared, thinking that if the police ask where he is going,he will just tell them that he is going to the toilet. But while he was walking out, the police didn’t see him and he walked straight past them. He then reached a big wall, he couldn’t jump over the wall because of his body was in such a terrible state after getting tortured by the police. All of a sudden heavy winds started, and he reached the other side of the wall, it was like someone had thrown him over the wall. At that point outside there were more police officers surrounding the area, but still no one could see him. 4km away from the jail was a pindh that he was familiar with, he went there and borrowed some money and went straight to Mehta. When he arrived at Mehta, Baba Ji was standing at the gates waiting for him. Baba Ji held his hand and took him to their room and asked how he was and then fed him. After Bhai Joginder Singh finished eating, he told Baba Ji what had happened. Baba Ji replied to him that it wasn’t them who helped him escape, that it was probably Sri Guru Gobind Singh Sahib Ji, then Baba Ji said “Satguru Sahib Ji neh laaj rakhee”!

Bhai Ajaib Singh is now living in America. When he was at Mehta, he never used to go in the Darbar to listen to Katha. He used to walk around the Dera and recite Gurbani and listen to Katha at the same time from the speakers. One day Baba Ji saw him and asked him that why doesn’t he go in the Darbar to listen to Katha. Bhai Ajaib Singh told Baba Ji that the reason is that he enjoys walking around listening to Katha and reciting Gurbani at the same time, he said that he found it more peacefull. Baba Ji then asked him if he knew what Maharaj Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji says, Bhai Ajaib Singh went quiet. Baba Ji then said a Pangti to him, which was :
ਸੇਈ ਸੁੰਦਰ ਸੋਹਣੇ ॥
ਸਾਧਸੰਗਿ ਜਿਨ ਬੈਹਣੇ ॥
“They alone are beautiful and attractive , Who abide in the sadh sangat, the company of the Holy”
Baba Ji then said, who ever sits in Sangat are sohne, Baba Ji then told Bhai Ajaib Singh to start sitting in the Darbar to do Sangat.

Singh Sahib Baba Kulwant Singh Ji Hazur Sahib Wale one amritvela morning whilst doing seva in Sachkhand in the Takht Sahib, had Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj’s darshan and with Maharaj Sahib was Baba Thakur Singh Ji holding a garva. The next time they met Baba Ji and told them about this. Baba Ji said to them in nimritah that they are Singh Sahib, they are satkaar jog,they always do seva in a place at the Takht Sahib where no one else is allowed. Singh Sahib Ji replied by saying that Baba Ji you are more satkaar jog, that he had their darshan with Maharaj Sahib and Baba Ji is Maharaj Sahib Ji’s garvai,thus more satkaryog and poojnik.

Date: 10/09/2004
A Singh asked, that if Baba Ji is a Brahm Giani, what is the need for him to go hospital? Baba Ji’s answer was “Satguru Sahib Ji Di Kirpa Naal, I never feel pain”

Date: 24/09/2007 6.45am
Baba Ji’s did amolak bachan, “We are eating Mahapurakh’s kamai,we got respect because of Mahapurakh Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale” “At Sri Darbar Sahib I was listening to kirtan,Sant Ji came and sat down and listened to kirtan. After the Asa Di Vaar finished, Sant Ji got up and left, I don’t forget that day, Bhai Baldev Singh was doing kirtan, I don’t forget that day”.

Bhai Sukhwinder Singh ‘Sangha’ never had in his mind that he wanted to get married, he always had in his mind that he will stay single and do Baba Ji’s seva until his last breath. Once Sangha Ji was preparing the food for Baba Ji and when he brought it to Baba Ji, Baba Ji said “Sangha, You’ve done a lot of seva for me from your heart, Tere Bache Jeen” After Baba Ji went to Sachkhand, Sangha Ji got married and he has a baby boy. The sikhya here is, Mahapurakh’s bachan will always come true no matter what.

Baba Ji arrived at Australia airport, Giani Gurdev Singh and other singhs were at the airport waiting to greet Baba Ji. Their was a singh who had never seen Baba Ji before and never even seen a photo of Baba Ji. In the singhs mind was that Baba Ji will be really tall and big like Sant Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale, when Baba Ji came out, all the singhs greeted Baba Ji and that singh was surprised that, is that Baba Ji? he’s so small. As soon as Baba Ji got in his car to go to his house whenever he looked at Baba Ji he started seeing Baba Ji in a very big roop. Even his car when he was taking Baba Ji to his home was moving to a side because of the weight of Baba Ji and the size of what he was seeing. As soon as he got home he told a singh that he did shanka on Baba Ji and now when ever he looks at them, that he sees them in a very big roop. The singh took him to Baba Ji and the singh started asking for forgiveness from Baba Ji, Baba Ji gave him an apple and said “everything will be alright. It isn’t me who’s making you see things, its Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji that’s making you see things, Oh meri laaj rakhde neh”

Baba Ji phoned Giani Amolak Singh and said to them, “Everybody is saying on stage that Sant Ji’s in chardikala, there will be a time where no one will say this on stage”

Date: 09/09/2004
Gurcharan Singh did benti to Baba Ji to come to his house, Baba Ji replied you have got a alcohol bottle in your house, get rid of it first, the singh replied that none of my family members drink, we don’t have alcohol, Baba Ji repied that there is a bottle in the house, look all over again, when the Singh searched his house he found it.

Date: July 2002
Bhai Gurraj Singh was at the time very ill and he had to go back to leeds to get medical attention. At this period Bhai Gurraj Singh was with Baba Ji and the Jatha in Southall. When he came to leeds he got more ill and he started urinating blood. When he went to hospital the doctors checked him out and then sent him home. On the way home he got worse and his brother said that he will take him back to hospital but Bhai Gurraj Singh replied that he doesn’t want to go back because he’s just been there and they didn’t do anything. Then they went to the Gurdwara Sahib, did Maharaj’s darshan and went home. Once arriving at their home, He got more ill and he found it difficut to move because he was feeling dizzy, at this time the thought came to his head that only if he just stayed with Baba Ji and forgot about hospital appointments that he might have been alright and he started thinkng about Baba Ji, then a few minutes later the telephone rang and it was Baba Ji themselves ringing to ask how Bhai Gurraj Singh was, and then they explained to Baba Ji that what had happened and Baba Ji said that they wanted to speak to him. When Baba Ji spoke to Bhai Gurraj Singh, they told him to rest and told him to do Waaheguru simran and think of Shaheed Bhai Mani Singh Ji and in the morning everything will be ok. After that Bhai Gurraj Singh got better and blood stopped coming, and the illness didn’t come back again.

Baba Ji said in the U.K. that their will be 3 paghan (dastaran) that will get taken, meaning that there will be 3 people that start saying that they are Damdami Taksal’s Jathedar.

Baba Ji said that when Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale re-appear, there won’t be that many singhs staying at Mehta, like their used to be.

Date: Sept 2001
Baba Ji said that their will be one day when our own Headquarters (Mehta) will announce that Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale is Shaheed. That they will announce it worldwide.

Date: Sept 2004
Baba Ji went for a walk in leeds on Wigton Lane which is a busy road. Baba Ji started walking on the road and the singhs that were with Baba Ji explained to Baba Ji that please walk on the pavement because its not the law here in England to walk on a busy main road. Baba Ji then made the singhs walk infront of him in the middle of the road and said “Singh gulam neh, par asi gulami de vich nahi rehna”. All the cars stopped and waited for Baba Ji even police came and they didn’t do nothing, infact all the cars waited and a few people realised that Baba Ji was a religious person and they did namashkar to them.

Baba Ji was watching the Punjab news and the rashtrapati (President of India) was giving medals to Hindus, Baba Ji watched and said “Go on, give out medals, when you have a Jang with the muslims, don’t come to us Sikhs for help”.

At Bhai Sarbjit Singh’s house in USA, Harnam Singh Dhumma asked Baba Ji regarding if Sant Ji is alive or if they were Shaheed in the 84 attack. Baba Ji said “Jo tu samaj da Mahapurakhan nu, oh nahi hai, Im not lying, why would I, Sant Ji is alive, he’s got a duty from the 10th Guru Sahib, Sant Ji is a Brahm Giani,and he will fulfill his duty”.

On Baba Ji’s last visit in the U.K. they told quite a few families to save their money, because when Sant Ji comes, they will need seva. For example Baba told a family in Southall where Baba Ji used to stay, to save their money and to send it to Sant Ji when he returns, also Baba told a family in Walsall and Baba Ji also told three Singh’s in Leeds to save their money aswell. Also Baba Ji said to the three Singh’s that make sure they come to India before the Jang because the Government will shut down all access to India including flights etc and you won’t have a chance to come after so make sure you come to India before the Jang starts.

Baba Ji was staying at Bhai Manna Singh’s house in Tividale and they said that the Vaddeh Mahapursh Sant Giani Gurbachan Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale’s said that “Singhan da dharheyan (beards) di laaj rakhan geh Maharaj Sahib”

Many times around the World where ever Baba Ji went, they always asked panj piare to do ardas for Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale’s Chardi Kala.

Bibi Narinder Kaur from Walsall went to spend some time at Sri Darbar Sahib, Amritsar. She did a lot of seva there. At one time while she was doing seva, a thought came into her mind, thinking that, she will just listen to the kirtan in the evenings at Sri Darbar Sahib and not the mornings. She didn’t tell anyone about this thought and straight away Baba Ji phoned her out of the blue and told her that make sure she listens to kirtan at Sri Darbar Sahib in the mornings and evenings.

There was a middle aged Singh living in the U.K., and once he came with his friends to do darshan of Baba Ji. This Singh was an Amritdhari Singh without a beard. His friend did benti to Baba Ji, saying that if they can do kirpa on him so his beard grows. Baba Ji told this singh to go to Sri Darbar Sahib in Amritsar and do seva there. Baba Ji told him to do jorean di seva and wipe the dust of the sangat’s feet and Maharaj Sahib will do kirpa on him and his beard will grow. This middle aged Singh now has a long beard.

There was a Singh, and he was leaving India to go abroad for a few months. When he arrived at the airport, the airport staff didn’t let him get on the plane with his kirpan on. He straight away telephoned Baba Ji and said “Kirpa Karo” and he explained to Baba Ji that the airport staff are not letting him take his kirpan on the plane, Baba Ji replied and told him not to worry, that it’s only for a little while, Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale will be coming soon to get Khalsa Raaj and then all the Singhs will be able to carry as many kirpans wherever they want. The Singh asked Baba Ji that how long until Sant Ji comes back, and Baba Ji replied that he will be back soon and that not to worry, that Maharaj Sahib will do kirpa.

Whenever Baba Ji met any Shaheed Singh’s family member, they always did their satkaar to the full. There was one time where Shaheed Bhai Sukhdev Singh Babbar’s wife met Baba Ji, and Baba Ji gave her and her family members a Siropa and did their satkaar. Bhai Sukhdev Singh Babbar’s singhanee also had conversation regarding Bhai Sukhdev Singh Babbar.

Bhai Manna Singh and Bhai Heera Singh was doing Baba Ji’s malish. Once they had finished, They helped Baba Ji to put on a choala. While they where helping to put on the choala, one of Baba Ji’s arm got stuck in the choala. Across the room their was Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale’s photo and Baba Ji put one of his arms towards the photo and said that “Come on back now from wherever you are, I’m getting old now, come on back quickly.”

Baba Ji did a Sampat Paath at Mehta for Sant Ji to come back, after the Paath’s bhog Baba Ji said that, if Sant Ji comes back right now that their will be a nuksaan (loss) for the Singhs, the government will not let the Singhs live. Sant Ji will return when their will be a Jang. Baba Ji also said that Sant Ji has a duty from Sri Guru Gobind Singh Sahib Ji to get Khalsa Raj and put a Kesri Nishan Sahib on Laal Kila (Red fort).

Bhai Janak Singh came to Southall to visit Baba Ji. Baba Ji did his satkaar and was very happy to see him. Baba Ji gave him loads of fruit to eat and had a long conversation with him. When Bhai Janak Singh was leaving, Baba Ji specially got up of their bed and grabbed Bhai Janak Singh’s hand and specially walked them to their car. Bhai Janak Singh requested to Baba Ji that the wheather’s cold, that to go back inside, but Baba Ji replied that it doesn’t matter about the wheather, that who knows when we will meet again. That was the final time that Bhai Janak Singh did darshan of Baba Ji. Bhai Janak Singh passed away later on that year at Sri Hemkunt Sahib.

Bhai Hari Singh from Leicester, he is a Singh who is heavy in weight. He came to do Baba Ji’s darshan and Baba Ji said to him that he is in need of a massage on his legs because of his weight. Bhai Hari Singh laughed and replied that he will get one done. Bhai Hari Singh sat down and left the conversation at that. A few minutes later Baba Ji got up and said that they will massage his legs for him, Baba Ji had so much compassion. Hari Singh replied that he didn’t want Baba Ji to do the massage, that they shouldn’t, Baba Ji then got Khazan Singh to do Hari Singh’s massage on his legs. Baba Ji always looked after Singh’s, always wanted the best for any Singh, and wanted Singh’s to be fit, healthy and stay in Chardi Kala.

Sept 2002 Toronto, Canada.
Bhai Nishan Singh was telling Baba Ji about Sant Giani Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale’s speech that they made regarding Baba Ji. After Bhai Nishan Singh finished talking about Sant Ji’s speech, Baba said that some people say that Sant Ji is not around anymore. Baba Ji also said that all the beadbee that’s happening,when Sant Ji comes back,they will sort everything out. A Singh then asked Baba Ji that when will Sant Ji come back, Baba laughed and replied that when Sant Ji left they told him not to tell anyone where they are or when they will be back. Baba Ji then said that they are not telling lies, that Sant Ji will definetly come back but they can’t tell anyone when they will be back. Baba Ji also said that people think that he is an old man who is lying, but when Sant Ji returns then everyone will remember Thakur Singh was telling the truth.

Ik Jot