I tried to flee from Him at first.
What the heck was this Voice that took precedence over my own inner voice?
"You are our slave" He said, as He proceeded to remind me of the events of the preceding day.
"Slave"? I was indignant, almost incredulous.
Yet I turned meek.
For the events of the day before were only too clear in my head. He had rekindled the Light in me at the Gurdwara. I remembered the tears that threatened to engulf me as I sang along to Shabad Hazare. I remembered His instructions to me as I sang the line "Tera Mukh Suhava Jeeo, Sehaj Dhun Bani". I remembered the rekindling of the Light. The Light had merged into me.
While my body still ached from being in bondage in the spiritual battle I engaged in, I knew the moment the Light entered me that I was Graced.
I now paused as I took in His instructions. Meekly.
I followed His instructions. Some a tad ridiculous to me.
He was strict. Certainly didn't appear to be kind and merciful. But then again, all I wanted to do was flee to a sanctuary, not knowing that I was trying to flee from His sanctuary. I was stupid that way.
In the days that followed, He taught me. Rather, instructed me. I followed. He taught me how to meditate and applied His Grace so I could meditate. He taught me to repeat Waheguru as I sat cross-legged for 5 hours straight in the Gurdwara. He instructed me on Seva, silently introducing me to the other slaves who would appear on the onset to be sevadars. I experienced the opening of the dasam dwaar with His Grace.
He was very strict with me :)
Then all at once there was Light and there was Love. The pains and aches from being in bondage disappeared. I was no longer looking at a future of doom and gloom. A flower that fell from a tree in front of me as I was walking held special meaning. Winds blew through the Gurdwara shutters with a special message for me: close your eyes and imagine that I was in cold cold Hemkund Sahib eating hot hot degh. So many messages, so many blessings, one on top of the other. I laughed gaily. I had recovered.
He is Guru Nanak Dev Ji.
What the heck was this Voice that took precedence over my own inner voice?
"You are our slave" He said, as He proceeded to remind me of the events of the preceding day.
"Slave"? I was indignant, almost incredulous.
Yet I turned meek.
For the events of the day before were only too clear in my head. He had rekindled the Light in me at the Gurdwara. I remembered the tears that threatened to engulf me as I sang along to Shabad Hazare. I remembered His instructions to me as I sang the line "Tera Mukh Suhava Jeeo, Sehaj Dhun Bani". I remembered the rekindling of the Light. The Light had merged into me.
While my body still ached from being in bondage in the spiritual battle I engaged in, I knew the moment the Light entered me that I was Graced.
I now paused as I took in His instructions. Meekly.
I followed His instructions. Some a tad ridiculous to me.
He was strict. Certainly didn't appear to be kind and merciful. But then again, all I wanted to do was flee to a sanctuary, not knowing that I was trying to flee from His sanctuary. I was stupid that way.
In the days that followed, He taught me. Rather, instructed me. I followed. He taught me how to meditate and applied His Grace so I could meditate. He taught me to repeat Waheguru as I sat cross-legged for 5 hours straight in the Gurdwara. He instructed me on Seva, silently introducing me to the other slaves who would appear on the onset to be sevadars. I experienced the opening of the dasam dwaar with His Grace.
He was very strict with me :)
Then all at once there was Light and there was Love. The pains and aches from being in bondage disappeared. I was no longer looking at a future of doom and gloom. A flower that fell from a tree in front of me as I was walking held special meaning. Winds blew through the Gurdwara shutters with a special message for me: close your eyes and imagine that I was in cold cold Hemkund Sahib eating hot hot degh. So many messages, so many blessings, one on top of the other. I laughed gaily. I had recovered.
He is Guru Nanak Dev Ji.
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