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Yogi Bhajan, Flexibility Leads to Nobility

Posted by Hari Jiwan Khalsa on May 13, 2013 0 Comments

Yogi Bhajan, Flexibility Leads to Nobility

Sat Nam Dear Family,

In India, the Rotary Club is a big deal. The most respected and prosperous businessmen are members. I drove and joined the Siri Singh Sahib to my first Rotary Club lunch in 1976. It was at the Century Plaza Hotel in Century City. Coincidently, several years later the Khalsa Council meetings were held in the same room for many years. Then again, we know it’s no coincidence.

As a sidebar, The Rotary Club was then an all men’s gathering. The Siri Singh Sahib was usually driven by one of his secretaries. Unfortunately, (or fortunately for me) “she” couldn’t accompany him. I was the new kid on the block and was available. Through good fortune, I was asked to drive and accompany the Master. That’s how it all began.

I enjoyed the event. After lunch, a speaker stepped forward. The speakers were always interesting. After all, this is the L.A. market where “high powered” business is conducted. We sat at a table with other members and the Master interacted in the most interesting way. He created relationships, he learned a different perspective on Americans, and he made himself known in the most positive manner. The monthly visits to the Rotary Club lunch were always something to look forward to.  There was, however, one thing I didn’t immediately understand.

Before the invited speaker began, the current chairman stepped forward and, for a few minutes, presented updates on upcoming luncheons and spoke of other relevant issues. And, here was the crazy part. Occasionally, people would yell out something to harass the chairman, all in good fun. But, still, it was different. And, here’s the funniest part, the Master would chime right in. And, I might add, even more than others. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or shocked! Is this how a spiritual master is supposed to act?

Thank God I made the right decision. I decided not to judge his actions (at least I knew this much), rather, I would try to figure out what he was doing. What did it mean? Why did he act this way? I decided to “go with the flow.” I remembered that from the old hippy days (even though I wasn’t one). Well, the only difference was that now he was the flow – again, thank God. After that first lunch I could see the respect he was given by others and I knew that there was no need for embarrassment or shock. Well, one issue down, but, what about the other, the meaning of his actions? That was easy. He acted in reflection of his environment so others much different than he would also have something in common and could, thus, relate to him. They did. He was “one of the good old boys” at these luncheons. His flexibility in stretching to meet this environment was the meaning and was a great lesson I still practice today.

He gave me an opportunity to make life fun, a game. Rather than judge him, I had to figure out what he was thinking and doing. I found it easier to get to the game level by just not judging him at all. It’s easier than picking out parts to judge. So, I just didn’t judge at all. That put me right into the game level of figuring out the puzzle. And, here’s the best part, just when I knew that I’d figured out his actions in a given situation, another deeper meaning would come my way which made me feel like a complete idiot for believing what I thought I knew. What a lesson. I’ll just stick with the instructions of my teacher and my Guru and keep away from following my own way of thinking. Enjoy the game, but stick with the program! 

And, here’s even a better part, he taught me this lesson “right off the bat.” This is why we had lots of fun. We were actually the perfect couple: I didn’t judge him and he showed me a grand time!

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, Hong Kong Million Gone

Posted by Hari Jiwan Khalsa on May 13, 2013 0 Comments

Sat Nam Dear Family

It was February, 1993 when the plane touched down in Hong Kong. We were the guests of a gentleman who was, and still is very wealthy and well respected in the Hong Kong community. He and his brother own and operate a 5 star hotel chain throughout Asia. His home was a mansion: his bedroom walls strung with millions of pearls; each family member had his/her own floor (yes, floor, not just room or suite); there was a staff of servants and cooks downstairs standing by for your call as to what you’d like to eat or any other request; this was the real deal, this is how today’s aristocracy lives.

Needless to say, we were entertained as royalty. Just to give you an example of how the Siri Singh Sahib was respected, a new wing to the mansion was built only for him and his staff’s housing. They were still completing it when we arrived.

Our host is from an area in northern India and Pakistan called Sind. From my observation, this is what I know about Sindis.  They worship Guru Nanak. They don’t really follow the succession of Guru’s except they do worship the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. There was a special room on top of the mansion built as a Gurdwara with the Guru sitting reverently in the center. It was always pleasant going to this room when we’d first arrive as it was kept in a high vibration.

Sindis, like many other paths, have the tradition of giving. In fact, the brother of our host had recently given millions of dollars to a well respected Swami in America to build a yoga/Hindu community in Virginia. Our host was a billionaire, and he was also a giving man (dispelling the rumor that all corporate men are only self serving). He was an Indian gentleman in all sense of the word. The Siri Singh Sahib liked him (see picture of our host and magnificent breakfast presentation).

Back home things were tight. The businesses were expanding, but cash flow was always an issue. Things were good, but pressure was always there. Those days I would have loved for that pressure to be eased, but the challenges seemed never ending. Then something happened which could have changed everything.

The day after arriving and still riddled with jetlag, the Siri Singh Sahib asked me to escort him to our host’s private office. We walked by the dining area into a private section with guards and all. The office was beautiful with a grand desk and two couches facing one another. Our host was waiting on one of the couches and, seeing us, stood in respect and requested for us to join him on the facing couch. After a few pleasantries, our host pulled from his pocket a folded piece of paper. The communication was in Punjabi or some derivation which I didn’t understand. The Siri Singh Sahib looked at me and said, “Son, please get that for me.” I got up and walked to the other couch, retrieved the paper and handed it to the Master.

As I was handing it to him, I couldn’t help see what it was. It was a cashier’s check for one million dollars. I thought we had met John Beresford Tipton, the benefactor of the 1950’s T.V. show, the Millionaire. And, this was when a million dollars was a MILLION dollars. He looked at the check (I can still see him doing it), looked up at me and said, “Son, please return this with my most sincere thanks.” I guess if anyone was looking at me they would have seen my chin almost flop to the floor. I did as he requested thinking to myself: Wow, just Wow! Who turns down a million dollar gift especially when you can really use it? He did and I felt great about it!

Here he was again living the Guru’s teachings. He was “keeping it real, man.” He didn’t let circumstances dictate or affect his consciousness. He put his faith only in himself, his Guru, and his God. He wanted his students to deliver the results, and he wouldn’t allow any influence outside of his consciousness and the Guru’s instructions. He didn’t look to eliminate pressure; he lived to overcome it through faith. He was going to cover, carry, and contain all which fell under his duty. He was “The Man.”  Here I was a spectator- and student- to great virtue being displayed, the kind you read about in books. I write these stories to let the world know what I experienced as to who he truly was. That’s my duty.

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa,

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, Semen Differently

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Yogi Bhajan, Semen Differently

Sat Nam Dear Family,

I first started driving the Master in 1976. By the next year I felt comfortable enough to be somewhat intimate. On one such occasion, I asked a question which everyone would want to hear the answer to. Let me share the communication.

It was a time so elementary in our history that I was the only one in the car with the Master. It was a different era. We were driving to a meeting with a gentleman who was the head of a spiritual community and was now in trouble and asked the Siri Singh Sahib to help. Believe it or not, this was a periodic duty and always interesting. For instance, the meetings usually took place at the other teacher’s establishment so as to not create any confusion as to who was visiting whom.  But, that’s another story. So, off we went to Santa Monica.

 On the way and after much thought, I finally turned to the Master and asked, “Sir, may I ask you a personal question?” “Sure,” was his sing song response. “Well,” I continued rather sheepishly, “How do you stay celibate? I mean. what thought process do you use?”  Please remember, this was before I was married. He answered, “I have a responsibility to myself, my family, my students, my Guru, and my God to do my duty and maintain the integrity so no incrimination is valid.  In addition, I take great honor in that everyone wants me and I’m not available.”

That was a satisfying answer, but it seemed that there was more to the story. I found out a few years later there was, much more.

In 1983 I was attending his twice weekly class in L.A. on a warm August evening when a whole new perspective came into focus. Again, just one short phrase spun my reality into his. Somewhere in the middle of his lecture he said, “Your semen is your creativity, use it as you may.”

I’d heard this yogic aphorism many times and had adopted it as mine as well. But, now, his words tingled in my being. The awareness of the implication was staggering. My perception of what he said starts with the immediate awareness that his original answer was meant for me at that time and space so that I could move on and that the real reason for remaining celibate was far more challenging. Wow, what a teacher.

And, what is this “creativity” that takes the place of good old fashion sex? It turns out that this elevated form of creativity is not about being a better painter; rather, it’s about becoming the painter of your life. It’s the ultimate experience of having the creativity to know what to do, and how to do it, at all times. This intuitive knowledge backed up by deductive reasoning makes a person “healthy, wealthy, and wise.” In other words, the more you experience this consciousness, the more above the mundane world you stand. I knew that’s what I wanted.

The further implication was that you can use your semen inside or outside, that’s your choice. There’s no judgment attached. What is attached is the awareness that, at some point, keeping your semen under control allows you to keep your mind lubricated with the elixir of creativity. The more you experience this creativity, the more you realize that the sacrifice of some temporal pleasure is necessary in order to propagate your perpetual creativity. Here’s the good part, this sacrifice is no longer painful as you just can’t wait to understand and experience your creativity more and more.

And, here’s the big implication: This is what I will eventually have to do. Well, I thought, take it slow and get yourself prepared.

And here’s the fantastic part, the Master taught it all perfectly by only using his intuition. He didn’t have to go to the trouble of planning teaching experiences; his life was a setup for this duty.

 I watched his intuition exercised with many over the years, so, now, when I’m the object of his current focus, I had no trouble seeing and accepting what was expected. I looked forward to it, only, not starting today! Well, the longer you wait, the longer you wait.

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa,

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, Where did the gram go?

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Yogi Bhajan, Where did the gram go?

Sat Nam Dear Family,

It was August 1988. Twenty or so members of the L.A. Sangat piled into many cars as we caravanned to Santa Barbara, CA. It was just a two hour drive up the coast, and a magnificent drive at that. It was going to be a fun outing; beautiful drive, sun, beach, golf, swimming, what’s not to look forward to? A doctor in our community was attending a convention in Santa Barbara and we came along. I’m not sure why but, the Siri Singh Sahib had some important reason in mind, but I didn’t bother to care as it would just interfere with the fun.

We all stayed at the Fess Parker Resort and Hotel which is located right on the beach. Fess Parker, I remember thinking, wasn’t he Daniel Boone in the T.V. series? He was. Well, that didn’t make me feel any better about the hotel. After all, I’d prefer a professional hotelier, not an actor from Texas with a degree in frontiersmen-ship. Anyway, it was what it was and I wasn’t going to let anything interfere with my enjoyment. I apologize to Mr. Parker. His hotel was very nice and much better than expected, a good start to the merriment. Thank you Mr. Parker.

The days were free and most went to the beach. I chose the adjoining golf course. I don’t remember with whom I played but there was usually another golfer in the group. Courses like these which overlook the Pacific Ocean are especially beautiful and extra fun to play.  I was walking back to the hotel from the clubhouse when I noticed another gentleman walking beside me. He said, “How are you.” “Great,” I responded automatically, raising my eyes towards his in a mannerful mode. Oh, I thought to myself, it’s Billy Graham, the world’s most famous living Christian preacher, in fact, the spiritual advisor to the last five Presidents!

We talked for several minutes as we walked back. I acted at my best. He asked about who I was and was gracious in hearing my response. We talked about golf and how he “used to be” a 2 handicapper (that’s a very good golfer). We talked about why he was here and other nonsense. As we climbed the stairs to the lobby, we said pleasant and graceful goodbyes with blessings thrown in for good measure.

I went directly to the Master’s suite. “I’ve been waiting for you. Where have you been,” he queried. “I’ve been playing golf,” I answered. “Oh, that’s O.K., he said. He always encouraged good, clean fun, thank God. “The course was crowded and I teed off later than expected. Guess who I ran into on the way back from the course,” I said, “Billy Graham,” I concluded so as not to appear to be asking such a stupid question. “Oh, why didn’t you bring him here?” the Master requested. Another one liner from the Master which stopped me in my tracks. I was painfully embarrassed at my self-centeredness and ill manners. I must have looked stunned, yes, why didn’t I bring him over. I didn’t even think of it. I know how much he likes to meet with people of this stature. And here’s the worst part, all I could think about was myself, and, stupidly, I actually feel good about me.

I rushed out to retrieve Reverend Graham. It was too late. I had missed this opportunity to serve and please my Teacher and my consciousness.

I remember thinking, “Boy, I’ve got a long way to go, but I’ll keep up.” How lucky was I to have a teacher who would put up with such senselessness, especially from one on whom he depended. I promised myself to never do it again. And, I didn’t, of course, until the next blunder which I didn’t see coming. At least I didn’t repeat the same mistake.

That’s the process of teaching and learning. It’s both painful and joyful at the same time. Rather than be devastated by each painful wrong turn, I became joyful and grateful for the experience and awareness that life gets better with these positive changes. I learned to skip the painful part and go right to the joy as the process was going to continue whether or not I liked it. Why not! Nothing was going to change the past. If I’m going to do this, I may as find a way to enjoy it. Thankfully, I did and I do.

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, When Weddings are more than Marriages

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Yogi Bhajan, When Weddings are more than Marriages

Sat Nam Dear Family,

My parents had a winter home in Palm Springs, CA, an hour and a half drive from L.A.  I spent many glorious winters on the golf course there before becoming a Sikh. On March 16, 1978 the Siri Singh Sahib married my wife and me at the Ashram in L.A. My parents came in from Palm Springs to attend the wedding. I had sort of forced the Siri Singh Sahib to perform our wedding as by this time he had more or less retired from this job. Although he was typically not critical of me, he took this opportunity to get even with me and let me have it… all of it I might add. A transcript of our wedding can be found in the book, “Marriage on the Spiritual Path,” by Shakti Parwha Kaur Khalsa.

After the ceremony, I escorted my parents to the rear of the ashram where the Siri Singh Sahib was waiting in his living room. As we entered, my father rushed toward the chair where the Master was seated, extended his hand, and exclaimed, “I want to meet the best salesman in the world. Anyone who can get my son to look and act like he does has to be the best salesman in the world.” They both laughed, albeit somewhat forced by the Master as both knew the joke was, “kidding on the square.” My parents and I settled in on the couch opposite him. There were a few minutes of introductory talk when my father asked a question which all parents with kids in 3HO wanted to ask, “How come my son listens to you now and not to me anymore?”

The answer is still a marvel to me; it shocked me, it shocked my father, and it foretold of things to come. The Master paused for just a moment, then raised his eyes to meet my father’s and said with his glaring stare, “Because I don’t tell him what to do and I have great patience.” My father was speechless for one of the few times in his life. As time went on, The Siri Singh Sahib and my father became friends and visited one another occasionally. This question was never asked again.

The Master’s answer has always amazed me. How did he know how to deal with me so adroitly? How did he have the patience to deal with me through all the times I didn’t listen to him? He was golden and prepared on both accounts. He had, and has great patience. He knew that my nature was to be creative in getting out of requests, not following them. In addition, he also knew that I’m the toughest judge of me and if he just left me alone and just focused me in the right direction, I would judge myself rather than avoid myself. The Master kept up in focusing and waiting.

What a great teacher I had. This taught me one aspect of being a teacher which I’ve carried forward: You can make someone discipline themselves, but that’s only training (and that’s good). The process of elevation is truly a self-initiated process, and one must be motivated by him/herself only. As a teacher, it’s always better to let things be, rather than to force an issue.

Everyone advances at their own level, so it’s best not to judge, including ourselves. Just keep up.

 Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma of the West

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Yogi Bhajan, Hole in the Head

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Yogi Bhajan, Hole in the Head

Jerry’s shop was much bigger than it appeared. Behind the showroom was a private negotiation room with a couch, table and a chair or two. Behind this room was a large fully equipped kitchen where we enjoyed many delicious Armenian meals.

On a gorgeous spring afternoon in 1989 the Siri Singh Sahib was viewing a special Cartier broach and chain when he received a call from one of his secretaries. “Bring him right over,” I could hear him say as he handed the phone back to me. This was somewhat unusual as he kept his counseling private.

An old time student arrived twenty minutes later. He was from out of town and had a flight to catch so meeting with the Master was now or never. I had known this gentleman for over a decade. He was a respected member of our Dharma was known for his sincerity, discipline, and devotion. As he entered the shop, the Siri Singh Sahib motioned for me and him to go to the private room.  He led the way and settled down on the couch. We joined him.  Jerry made sure that we were not disturbed.

After a few pleasantries, this gentleman began to describe his condition, “Sir,” he began, “I don’t know what to do. I do sadhana every morning, extra meditations every evening, seva (selfless service) is my life, I read my banis (prayers) daily, and practice carrying myself properly.  Still, I’m frustrated. Nothing seems to be working; I don’t seem to be advancing spiritually.  I feel the same as I have for the last eight years.”

The Master began, “First, I don’t care about your feelings, why should you? Feelings are for the neophyte, not the advanced student. You’ve been here too long to relate to your feelings. Second, I want you to be ‘first rated, not frustrated.’ Your frustration comes from being raised in the west. Guilt, judgment, doubt, comes with westerners.”

The Master continued by giving a great example.  “Hold your hand out and close your eyes,” he instructed as the student obeyed. “Now, imagine that you’re holding a cup and I’m pouring delicious honey milk into it. Can you imagine that the cup is being filled, can you hear the sound, can you feel the cup being weighted down, and is your mouth starting to salivate as this is happening?” “Yes I can,” the student replied.” Open your eyes,” the Master commanded, “see that there is nothing in the cup because there’s a hole or two in the bottom.”

“What’s that mean,” I blurted out. Rather than recriminate me for my indiscretion, he gracefully answered, “Well, the cup is us. The honey milk is our blessings.  We put in so much effort, so much time, and so much devotion into our duty and, still, our efforts go to waste, or at least they don’t correspond to our deeds, our aspirations, or desire to be elevated. This is because we have a hole in our head through which God’s blessings, God’s grace, our fruits fall. We don’t hold on to our benefits. Our insecurities, or worthiness factor (or lack thereof), or our attitude doesn’t allow us to hold on to what we’ve already earned. So, just plug the whole.”

“Well,” the student asked, “how do I do that?” “Easy,” the Siri Singh Sahib explained, “Every morning as you bow before your alter, say and embrace the following prayer, ‘Good or bad I belong to you Guru Ram Das.’ If you truly represent Him, it’s His duty to plug the holes. Don’t believe me, just do it and see what surrender and obedience will do.”

I got it. We’re allowed to feel good about or self, in fact, we’re able to even feel so good about ourselves were able to be worthy and confident in being the Guru’s servant. I got it again. I liked that way of thinking. Bye, bye, guilt; bye, bye, judgment; bye, bye doubt; bye, bye insecurities. Then, I got it more. He was counseling me as well as this gentleman.

Well, I’m happy to say, we’re both still here and really enjoying life. Everyone should have a teacher like ours.

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, Dehradun not Brigadoon

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Yogi Bhajan, Dehradun not Brigadoon

Sat N am Dear Family,

It was January, 1994 and we were on our way to India. Our primary reason for going was so that the Siri Singh Sahib could visit a school in Dehradun where many of our children were in attendance. This was before our school in Amritsar was completed. Dehradun is in the Doon Valley surrounded by the Himalayas not far from the Ganges River about 200 miles north of Delhi. It’s a beautiful area.

I was accompanied by my two daughters as they were scheduled to attend the next year. I wanted to give them a “heads up” on what to expect. It’s an eight hour taxi ride from Delhi to the school. We hired four or so taxis to take us on our journey. My kids and I were in one taxi as we caravanned off. It wasn’t long before we were on our own as caravanning in India for this distance is almost impossible. We all met up with the Siri Singh Sahib at an American style rest stop called Deer Park (with real deer) a few hours later. It was great; clean, comfortable, French-fries cooked correctly, tikis (Indian potato cutlets, yum, it was a potato feast). This was an American oasis in the middle of nowhere, what a treat.

India is full of colors, smells, and people of all kind. If you venture outside of the large cites to the “old style life,” you can see that almost anything goes – there’s no dress code, traffic code, or lifestyle code. You can see yogis in loincloths, woman working the fields in beautifully colored dresses, trucks so over loaded with mustard greens your sure they’ll tip over, dentists with a chair on the side of the road, you name it, if it’s to be found, it’s probably there.

At this time, the girls were in school in L.A. at Berkeley Hall, a Christian Science school located on Mulholland Drive at the high point of the city. Berkeley Hall is a very good, if not conservative, school which had just recently been opened to non Christian Science students. The girls loved it. It was the quintessential L.A. private school.

Upon our return, my youngest daughter, Sarab Shakti Kaur who was eight years old, was asked to give a report to her class on her experience in India. She did. Everything was going along fine when she blurted out that as we were traveling through a village on the way to Dehradun, she saw a naked Sadhu (spiritual man), casually walking down the main street. At this point her teacher interrupted in astonishment, “My, my,” she exclaimed, “did you tell your father.” “Oh”, Sarab Shakti confirmed, “he’s the one who pointed him out to me.”

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalas

Chief of Protocol

Sikh Dharma

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Yogi Bhajan, Chief of What?

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Yogi Bhajan, Chief of What?

Sat Nam Dear Family,

It was warm late afternoon in December of 1976. The Siri Singh Sahib called me over to the Ashram in L.A.  “Hari Jiwan,” he said, “You’re now the Chief of Protocol. “ “Thank you, Sir,” I said, “what does that mean?” “You’ll figure it out” he continued.

I wasn’t much into titles, but he was and this was the first one he gave me. India is a country of titles. Back then, India was pretty much a closed society. Very few had a lot of money and there was a relatively small middle class. So, if you didn’t have much money, a title would provide the necessary status. This custom translated well to our community as, back then, we didn’t have much money and the titles provided recognized status to Indians and gave us something to grow into.

There was no internet in those days, so I had to go to the library to read up on what a Chief of Protocol’s duties were. Great, I thought after reading up on the position, this was a duty of high importance. Little did I know, that’s not how it was going to be. It turned out that my duty was to pick up, house, and care for whomever and whatever came to town. That wasn’t the duty I read about, but that’s how it was. I would get calls at all hours of the day (many at midnight as these were the less expensive flights) to pick up someone at the airport. I don’t mean to complain about having to crawl out of bed to do my duty as many who served the Siri Singh Sahib had more difficult duties to perform. It just wasn’t what I thought it would be: Plan and execute a program for visiting leaders, accompany the Siri Singh Sahib on all official visits, act as the Siri Singh Sahib’s personal representative and liaison, etc.

The Siri Singh Sahib would meet with guests, other teachers and students daily. I was usually sitting at his side. As students would arrive, they would usually bring gifts for him which is the requisite custom. As the sessions began, eventually, most students would speak and act inappropriately in his presence. I felt it was my duty as Chief of Protocol to speak up and let them know how to address and respect a spiritual master. What a mistake that was. Invariably, he would tell me to “Shut up!”  As the Master, he wanted to know the problem and not be limited by protocol.

For the last 35 years I’ve never fully understood exactly what my duties entailed.

Recently, I was having lunch with a beloved and devoted sister in divine. As usually, we talked of many things. And, also, as usual, the conversation came around to the Siri Singh Sahib. We discussed the necessity of keeping the image, personality, and intimacy of the Master alive. She casually mentioned, “That’s the job of the Chief of Protocol.” Wow, she was right on. That was and is my duty. It’s not how one starts or progresses, it’s how one finishes that matters. Thank God I now know my duty, better late than never.

Thank you, Siri Hari Kaur.

Stay tuned,

M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa

Chief of Protocol

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