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SawLata
There once was a centipede named SawLata (the one with 100 legs) and he was just musing along
in the sunshine one day.
On the way, he met a beetle named Ringo who said,”Hey man, you are just INCREDIBLE!!!!"
SawLata
asked, "How comes?"
Ringo: "Man, you are just cool!! You have not one, not two, not three, but ONE HUNDRED
LEGS!!!. I only have 4 legs and sometimes I have trouble just walking, man! And you, 100 legs and still you move
so gracefully. Man, you are IT!"
SawLata blushed a little and moved on.
After he had gone a little while, he thought, "How *do* I do it? 100 legs - let
me see - ok, I move the first one, then the second follows it while the third, fifth, seventh move simulateously. Then
I move the second one,then.... Man, this is incredible."
And poor SawLata started thinking about this so much that he become more and more confused
by his own legs. This bewildered him so much that he just halted right here in the middle of the track.
Daas wishes this "saakhi"
had a happy ending, but what happened was not pretty - the poor fellow just lay there dis-oriented and blue, until some human
came along and squished it out of its misery!
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waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru
waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru
waheguru......
Pyareoooooooooooooo Naam Japo, leave the rest to the guru.
When we give our head to the guru, it isn't just some symbolic ritual
from the time the panj pyare actually were beheaded - no, giving the head means becoming a slave to the guru.
Where the guru says we go, we go. When the guru says we awake, we awake.
What the guru says we think, we think That's all. Our guru tells to go the sadh sangat. Our guru tells us wake up at
amrit vela. Our guru tells us to think ONLY of WaheGuru charan.
There are a few things which really are beyond our mind. Our mind
can only comprehend relative things like day and night, good and bad, beautiful and ugly
Can we comprehend of something absolute like a one headed coin... daas
seriously doubts it.
Similarly hukam, free will or not, akaal (timelessness), nir-gun (formlessness),
are concepts beyond our mind.
Of course, the answers to the above (and everything else) can and will
be *experienced* by gursikhs after they become naamis (the ones with naam)
Until then, it is best to obey the instrutions given by the panj pyare.
And that is:
Wake up at Amrit Vela - no matter what!
Naam Simran - no matter what!
Nitnem - no matter what!
So pyare guru ke pyare pyare gursikho, let us all jap naam with *all* our
energies and let the guru do the thinking for us.
waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguruwaheguru
waheguru waheguru...........
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There once was a miser. He spent all his life collecting untrue wealth. Needless to say, he was quite heavily
loaded in his old age.
He
spent all his golden years worrying about the accumulated wealth. His worry reached the peak on his deathbed. Indeed,
he was so worried that he collected the finest jewels of his treasury and put them in a bag; the bag was put under his bed
and he would feel it before, after and during his sleep.
When he knew his breaths were numbered, he desperately
called his wife, "Sohni, please take this bag and put it in the attic. When the death messengers are dragging me, I
will grab on to the bag and take it with me."
Sohni was a simpleton (thank God for that, otherwise this story would
end right about now). She did exactly as she was told.
A few hours later, the miser died.
The next day, Sohni was curious enough to see whether her husband had
managed to fool the death messenger and taken his treasures. So Sohni went up to the attic and to her surprise, found
the bag exactly in the same spot as where she had left it.
She
hit her forehead with her palm (she was of the Indian origin) and lamented, "What a fool I am! My husband never
did any good in his life. He probably was dragged down to hell. I should have put the bag in the basement."
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Imagine a person waking up from a dream. The dream was so real. In it, there were
people chasing the dreamer. In it, there were people being protected by the dreamer.
When the dreamer wakes
up, she says, "How foolish of me to worry about all this - it was not real."
Pyareooooooo, that is ****exactly*****
how we will feel when we die.
We will say, "Boy, was I foolish. My friends, my spouse, my family, my enemies,
my lovers were all unreal. I wasted all my life worrying about them."
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