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NO BIG DEAL – FOR A MASTER
Memoirs by Kirpal Singh Khalsa
The Siri Singh Sahib Ji often said that he does not see our physical body. He saw our auras, the electro-magnetic force surrounding our bodies and uniquely colored by our destinies, charkas, karmas, samskaras, current thoughts, fears and aspirations. It must have been a colorful world on which he gazed.
Whenever he looked at me I felt as open and exposed as if I were standing there stark naked. Of course he was reading my aura and taking stock of my current consciousness in relation to my destiny. But it never hit me that he sees only our aura until one night in the mountains of California.
1972 Summer Solstice took place in the redwood hills around Mendicino, California. I was assigned to the Siri Singh Sahib’s security detail. My duty was from midnight to six a.m. I walked up the hill to his tent through the silent camp, guided by the light of a full moon. I wound through shadows of pure black interspaced with pale moonlight-illuminated clearings of relative brilliance. Siri Singh Sahib Ji’s tent was set up on a wooden platform a couple of feet above the ground and vaguely illumined from the inside with a warm golden glow.
I I stood in the moonlight in front of the tent, looking for the man I was to replace. I could not find him. Then I noticed a movement in the shadows to the side of the tent. As I moved closer I could barely make out the form of someone standing there. I asked if he had seen the person I was replacing. As soon as he spoke I recognized his voice. It amazed me that standing only a few feet from where he stood, I still could not see clearly enough to identify him. I replaced him at his post and stood in the dark shadow next to the tent.
A short while later Siri Singh Sahib and a group of people emerged from the tent. I stood in my position in the shadow, knowing no one would see me. I felt like a voyeur, watching the activity of others and not being able to be seen. They all walked off and soon Siri Singh Sahib Ji and one other returned. He stood in front of the tent exactly where I had stood only a few minutes earlier.
In a loud voice he called my name. I was standing in pitch-black darkness. There was no way he could see me. For that matter, it astonished me that he even knew my name. I was so surprised I stuttered my answer. He asked questions about Boulder and how I was doing. After a short exchange he returned to the tent. The only way he could have seen me was with perception beyond normal eyes. He saw the electro-magnetic radiance of my aura, recognized the pattern of energies and greeted me. No big deal - for a master.
On another occasion he found me without eyes, although he used his eyes to make a point. It was Winter Solstice, 1974, near Orlando, Florida. The evening before I had been leading the group with one of Guru Singh’s songs, “We are one in the Spirit”. Siri Singh Sahib sent a message that I should stop. I was playing it wrong. It was an awkward moment to stop playing in the middle of the song, but I did it with a sense of anticipation. I knew I would soon meet with the master for the explanation.
The explanation was short. He simply said I should play it like Guru Singh and indicated the part of the song that was wrong. I left happy to have met him but unclear on how to improve the song.
Next evening was the final music night before breaking camp. Siri Singh Sahib sat on the edge of the stage with his legs dangling. Guru Singh and other musicians were sitting on stage playing music. The entire group was standing in a semicircle around the stage, singing and swaying with the music. It was a very beautiful and high-energy moment. I was standing deep in the crowd. I was able to see the Siri Singh Sahib, barely through a small hole in the crowd formed by peoples’ necks and heads.
Soon Guru Singh was playing “We are One in the Spirit”. It did not register, at the time, that I should be listening closely and learning the song right. I was just swaying with the rhythm, grooving with the energy. Suddenly my eyes were jerked to the Siri Singh Sahib’s. Through the labyrinth of bodies, heads and necks, he had found me and was staring right at me. Our eyes locked right at the moment in the song that he had been trying to explain to me. He nodded his head and said in my minds ear, “Just like that.” This time I heard what he had been trying to say.
How did he find me? I was one face in a crowd of three or four hundred. And, I was deep in the crowd. There was no way he could have found me by looking. Yet he knew exactly where I was at the very second that I needed to be taught something. The guy is tuned in on a very subtle level.
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