Sakhi Series :- 217 ( Bhoot pret )

Good souls and Bad souls
(Source:  http://www.rajkaregakhalsa.net/)

 

There was an Amritdhari Bibi who was constantly being told by this Devta (good) soul to take it to darshan of Sri Darbar Sahib (Amritsar). This soul was incidentally a muslim soul. Maskeen Ji says he was astonished when that illiterate Bibi started reciting Quran-e-Sharif to him. Some of his companions got scared but Maskeen Ji assured them the soul is not bad, on the contrary, it is a Farishta soul as the only souls that can go inside Darbar Sahib are the good souls, the Devtas. No Bhoot Prett can dare to enter the premises of Sri Darbar Sahib.

 

Maskeen Ji requested that Bibi to recite the namaz of Zohr to him. Surprisingly, the rooh replied, "I have no interest in Zohr, I only like to recite the namaz of Fajr (the namaz of Amrit Vela for muslims) and that is what I recite the whole day". Maskeen Ji says I heard a lot of Quran from that bibi but only when that farishta is in that Bibi, otherwise she cannot recite a single line. Maskeen Ji then asked, "So why have you come for darshan of Sri Darbar Sahib then?" The rooh(soul) replied, "For this is only dar (door), the only place where I feel at peace with myself". Maskeen Ji asked the reason for its wandering despite it being such a namazi and connected to Allah, he replied, "I am forced to, because I have yet to find appropriate to-bemother  in muslims through whom my birth can take place".

 

This proves that the Bani that we read does not go to waste, it goes along with us when we leave our physical body. Just as an animal has the body but not any mann, the rooh has mann  (and in it all its contents), but no body.

 

So, that muslim farishta (angel) said to Maskeen Ji that the reason he has come to him is because  he has studied Quran and that he feels like coming to him again and again to listen to path.

 

Maskeen ji said to him that he can most certainly come everyday. One day it came to Maskeen Ji holding two bottles of perfumes in both hands and said, "I realised I came to you empty handed, so please accept these bottles of perfume as a gift from my side". Maskeen Ji asked that faristha whether other roohs like him come to Sri Darbar Sahib, and it replied "Oh yes, thousands like me everyday as there is anand, rass at Sri Darbar Sahib."

 

Therefore, there are millions of people in this world and so are millions of good and bad souls. The bad souls, the Bhoots, cannot come to Gurdwaras and holy places as their sanskars and way of living do not match with those at holy places. Their rass is at gambling houses, pubs, and brothels and that is where they feel at 'home'.

 

But places like Sri Darbar Sahib, Sri Hazoor Sahib, Sri Sis Ganj Sahib are always packed with good souls, the Devtas. These souls will not go anywhere else till the time they take new birth somewhere.

 

Waheguru .

Sakhi Series :- 216 ( The Crocodile and the priest )

The Crocodile and the priest.

(Source : http://www.sikhnet.com/stories )

 

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Once there was a crocodile.Every morning this crocodile would act very funny. He did something that crocodiles don't normally do. He would get up before the sun rose. He faithfully practiced his sadhana. Do you know what sadhana is?

Sadhana is your spiritual practice. It means when you do something every day to remember god. What do you do every day to remember God?

Well this crocodile was very wise and he knew that before the sun rises is the best time to meditate on God. So very, very early every morning he would take a long swim to fully exercise his body and then, with all his heart, chant and pray to god. He started each and every day with sadhana. After sadhana he would eat a healthy meal that gave him energy for the whole day. One morning a famous priest came by.

The priest saw the crocodile doing his sadhana and asked the crocodile, "Oh Crocodile..... What are you doing?!? You are an animal but you chant and pray every day. Why? What is the point?!?"
The Crocodile replied "Yes I am an animal..... but.... I wish to feel God That is why I practice sadhana every day."
"Well it won't work" replied the priest
"Why not?" Asked the Crocodile.
The priest answered "You can't feel God. You are only a crocodile. You have to wait to be reborn in a human body!"
The Crocodile boldly replied "Wow.... I think you are a fool. You look like a priest, but you don't even know the most basic things. The same God which created you, also created me!"

The priest was surprised to hear how wise the crocodile was.

The Crocodile continued "If I meditate and remember God every day, I have great chance at experiencing God but if you do not do any sadhana then you have no chance at all! In fact, in your next life YOU will become a crocodile!"

The Priest answered "Me? A crocodile?  Where did you get such a silly idea?" Suddenly, poof!, the priest turned into a crocodile right on the spot!! Now there were 2 crocodiles sitting side by side.

The Crocodile asked the priest "So.... Now how do you feel?"

The priest was confused

The Priest answered "How did you know that I would turn into a crocodile?"
It turns out that the crocodile truly was wise.
The Crocodile answered  "It is because I am a crocodile who lives in a sacred way. While you look like a priest but you behave like a crocodile."

See, the priest thought he was better than the crocodile, but we are all created by the same God. Whatever you are, never think that you are better than others, just live your life the very best you can. That's why Guru Nanak said:

Truth is high, but higher is living the truth

Sadhana and daily meditation help us to live the truth. Just breathing deeply can be your sadhana. Try it right now. Inhale deeply and remember that everyone is a child of the same God.

Inhale....hold your breath.

Even the bully at school, or people who are mean to you, they are also created equally by God.

Exhale.

Keep breathing deeply and remember: WE ARE ALL ONE.

Sakhi Series :- 215 ( nindho nindho mo ko log nindho )

nindho nindho mo ko log nindho

(Source : http://www.sikhawareness.com/ )

The grandfather of Ram Chandra in Ramayana, was Raja Aj.

Aj, like his father Ragh used to donate everytime at amrit vela to the sadhus saints.

One day, Raja Aj after finishing donating, and running out of food for sadhus, was approached by a sadhu, who asked for donation.

Raja Aj said in a hurry, I am done donating, come tommorrow.

The Sadhu, said he has to spend the night here, please give something today.

Aj : "I dont have to pay off your loan, Go away"
Sadhu: "I will not go away without receiving something"

This Sahdu was a real mahapurush, and a saint.

Aj was standing in a horse barn, and all there was lidh/horse dung all around.

Aj : I have lidh/horse dung. I can give you that
Sadhu : If you want to give lidh, then go ahead, give it.

Aj put a pile of lidh in the wrap of his cloth.

Sadhu said, "God bless you, may this charity of yours, increase by leaps and bounds"

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Later on, after some years, Raja Aj, went for hunting, and he came across a hut outside which he saw a huge pile of Horse dung with a very old sadhu sitting beside it. On coming close he realised that it was the same sadhu who he had donated horse dung.

Aj shocked seeing all this, asked the sadhu about it.

Sadhu said, this is the boon of your donation, God has truly blessed you with hills of horse dung, what you donate you get back in return. Now this will have to be eaten by you.  Aj taken aback fell at sadhu's feet and asked if there was anything he could do to get rid of/not eating the lidh/horse dung.

Sadhu said, there is only one way - NINDA .....
Nindak's can decrease your load (sins), those who do your ninda, will be 'eating' this horse dung.

Next day, Raja Aj, went into the house of a prostitute, and said "my daughter, I need your help, please walk with me through the town today."
The Raja appeared in his town "drunk"...with this prostitute ..swaggering through the bazaars.. as soon as the people saw this..tongues began to wag....and the MOUNTAIN of horse dung began to subside..The people didnt knew the TRUTH..so they were spreading FALSEHOOD...NINDA...

Seeing Raja Aj, with the prostitute walking together, the people of the town said all types of things, slandering him, having a queen wife at home, and this shameful person is walking with a prostitute.

Due to ninda, in a matter of days..the mountain disappeared as those nindaks were to eat it. But even then a small amount of it was left.

Raja Aj, asked the Sadhu, why hasnt that small amount of horse lidh (dung) gone?

Sadhu said, "It is the same amount you donated, this amount you will have to eat it. What you give you are destined to get back also"

so the raja took it home..dried it..and began to eat it bit by bit as a "spice" sprinkled on his food daily !!! and grieve over his mistake of donating lidh to the saint.

ni(n)dho ni(n)dho mo ko log ni(n)dho || ni(n)dhaa jan ko kharee piaaree ||
Slander me, slander me - go ahead, people, and slander me. Slander is pleasing to the Lord's humble servant.

ni(n)dhaa baap ni(n)dhaa mehathaaree ||1|| rehaao ||
Slander is my father, slander is my mother. ||1||Pause||
 
ni(n)dhaa hoe th baiku(n)t(h) jaaeeai ||  naam padhaarathh manehi basaaeeai ||
If I am slandered, I go to heaven; the wealth of the Naam, the Name of the Lord, abides within my mind.
 
ridhai sudhh jo ni(n)dhaa hoe || hamarae kaparae ni(n)dhak dhhoe ||1||
If my heart is pure, and I am slandered, then the slanderer washes my clothes. ||1||
 
ni(n)dhaa karai s hamaraa meeth || ni(n)dhak maahi hamaaraa cheeth ||  
One who slanders me is my friend; the slanderer is in my thoughts.
 
ni(n)dhak so jo ni(n)dhaa horai || hamaraa jeevan ni(n)dhak lorai ||2||
The slanderer is the one who prevents me from being slandered. The slanderer wishes me long life. ||2||
 
ni(n)dhaa hamaree praem piaar || ni(n)dhaa hamaraa karai oudhhaar ||
I have love and affection for the slanderer. Slander is my salvation.

jan kabeer ko ni(n)dhaa saar || ni(n)dhak ddoobaa ham outharae paar ||3||20||71||
Slander is the best thing for servant Kabeer. The slanderer is drowned, while I am carried across. ||3||20||71||

- Bhagat Kabeer ji, Guru Granth Sahib ji