Re: Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, and Buddhists

09-20-2001, 09:00 PM

Mazie...

Thank you so much for taking the time to share this beautiful
personal story.
What a treat... or as Michael would say "YUM!"

Love,
xxxtg

--- In HarshaSatsangh@y..., sraddha54@h... wrote:
> Dear Friends,
>
> About twenty-two miles from my home is a town called Yuba City. It
is
> the largest population of Sikhs in North America. I have been among
> turbaned brothers and saried sisters for my entire life. This is my
> blessing in this life. Our city and the surrounding cities had a
> council gathered with speakers from an Islamic spokesman and a Sikh
> spokesman. There is a close brotherhood among the people of this
> community, and I hope we can be an example of how to behave in this
> fear-generated time of uncertainty. When I was a child, my brother
> Charlie and I wanted to be Sikhs. I didn't just want to be a Sikh,
I
> wanted to be one who got to wear a turban. So Charlie and I toweled
> up each other's heads, and off we sped on our bicycles, in search of
> Amritsar on the banks of the Feather River. Another day we wanted
to
> be Hindus, and Charlie didn't want to be any Hindu, he wanted to be
> one who got to wear a tilak, the red mark women wear. So we lip-
> sticked up our foreheads and off we sped on our bicycles in search
of
> Varanasi along the banks of the Feather-Ganges. On another day we
> chose to be Christians, and not just any Christian, but a Christian
> who suffered the wounds of Christ. We scratched each other's wrists
> and feet with a nail, and we hopped on our bycycles, speeding to
the
> Jordan-Feather River to be baptised by the sun and the pure spirit
> dancing in our eager souls and sweet innocent hearts. We saw a
> Buddhist monk, chanting in ochre robes, bare headed, closed eyed,
> on television, and we wanted to become Buddhist monks. And not
> just any Buddhist monk, but a monk who shed the locks at initiation.
> So we scissored off each others hair and off we sped on our
bicycles,
> in search of Lhasa high in the mountain behind our house. We
climbed
> to the top of Table Mountain, a full days journey up and back. And
> there we reached the top and sat gazing over the entire enormous
> valley below us. Two shining children, given freedom to explore any
> religion (accept for the hair-cutting!) and there we sat at the
edge
> of the world and knew such love and peace it is indescribable. We
> were no more than eleven and twelve years old. We came down the
> mountain and reached the bottom just as dusk was embracing the
> eastern horizon, and we had a fullness that has never left us, and
we
> have such a closeness and depth of love, brother to earthly sister,
> that I know Charlie and I became soul-sojourners in an unbreakable
> pact for all time until both are freed in enlightenment. All the
> different robes, apparel, decorations, are love gowns of the One
> Beloved, for all the different expressions of that One Love.
Charlie
> and I brought that truth home to roost when we became Sikhs,
Hindus,
> Christians and Buddhists. The love remained the same regardless of
> who we were for the time at hand. Like a sponge, we absorbed all
His
> Love from every religion, and when squeezed with ecstasy, only Love
> and Light poured forth. "Look at this glowing day!"
>
> "The love religion has no code or doctrine,
> only God.
> The ruby has no engraving on it."
>
> With Love of Glowing Days,
> Mazie

09-20-2001, 09:05 PM

Dear Mazie:
This is a really nice story. Thank you for sharing that part of your
life's journey. I feel that I received a lot from your past, some
kind of stored up love that was released. It was like a small movie.
Keep pedaling,
Bobby G.

--- In HarshaSatsangh@y..., sraddha54@h... wrote:
> Dear Friends,
>
> About twenty-two miles from my home is a town called Yuba City. It
is
> the largest population of Sikhs in North America. I have been among
> turbaned brothers and saried sisters for my entire life. This is my
> blessing in this life. Our city and the surrounding cities had a
> council gathered with speakers from an Islamic spokesman and a Sikh
> spokesman. There is a close brotherhood among the people of this
> community, and I hope we can be an example of how to behave in this
> fear-generated time of uncertainty. When I was a child, my brother
> Charlie and I wanted to be Sikhs. I didn't just want to be a Sikh,
I
> wanted to be one who got to wear a turban. So Charlie and I toweled
> up each other's heads, and off we sped on our bicycles, in search of
> Amritsar on the banks of the Feather River. Another day we wanted
to
> be Hindus, and Charlie didn't want to be any Hindu, he wanted to be
> one who got to wear a tilak, the red mark women wear. So we lip-
> sticked up our foreheads and off we sped on our bicycles in search
of
> Varanasi along the banks of the Feather-Ganges. On another day we
> chose to be Christians, and not just any Christian, but a Christian
> who suffered the wounds of Christ. We scratched each other's wrists
> and feet with a nail, and we hopped on our bycycles, speeding to
the
> Jordan-Feather River to be baptised by the sun and the pure spirit
> dancing in our eager souls and sweet innocent hearts. We saw a
> Buddhist monk, chanting in ochre robes, bare headed, closed eyed,
> on television, and we wanted to become Buddhist monks. And not
> just any Buddhist monk, but a monk who shed the locks at initiation.
> So we scissored off each others hair and off we sped on our
bicycles,
> in search of Lhasa high in the mountain behind our house. We
climbed
> to the top of Table Mountain, a full days journey up and back. And
> there we reached the top and sat gazing over the entire enormous
> valley below us. Two shining children, given freedom to explore any
> religion (accept for the hair-cutting!) and there we sat at the
edge
> of the world and knew such love and peace it is indescribable. We
> were no more than eleven and twelve years old. We came down the
> mountain and reached the bottom just as dusk was embracing the
> eastern horizon, and we had a fullness that has never left us, and
we
> have such a closeness and depth of love, brother to earthly sister,
> that I know Charlie and I became soul-sojourners in an unbreakable
> pact for all time until both are freed in enlightenment. All the
> different robes, apparel, decorations, are love gowns of the One
> Beloved, for all the different expressions of that One Love.
Charlie
> and I brought that truth home to roost when we became Sikhs,
Hindus,
> Christians and Buddhists. The love remained the same regardless of
> who we were for the time at hand. Like a sponge, we absorbed all
His
> Love from every religion, and when squeezed with ecstasy, only Love
> and Light poured forth. "Look at this glowing day!"
>
> "The love religion has no code or doctrine,
> only God.
> The ruby has no engraving on it."
>
> With Love of Glowing Days,
> Mazie

09-21-2001, 12:14 AM

Neat Mazie,

Love, Wim

-----Original Message-----
From: sraddha54@... [mailto:sraddha54@...]
Sent: Thursday, September 20, 2001 5:24 PM
To: HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com
Subject: [HarshaSatsangh] Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, and Buddhists

Dear Friends,

About twenty-two miles from my home is a town called Yuba City. It is
the largest population of Sikhs in North America. I have been among
turbaned brothers and saried sisters for my entire life. This is my
blessing in this life. Our city and the surrounding cities had a
council gathered with speakers from an Islamic spokesman and a Sikh
spokesman. There is a close brotherhood among the people of this
community, and I hope we can be an example of how to behave in this
fear-generated time of uncertainty. When I was a child, my brother
Charlie and I wanted to be Sikhs. I didn't just want to be a Sikh, I
wanted to be one who got to wear a turban. So Charlie and I toweled
up each other's heads, and off we sped on our bicycles, in search of
Amritsar on the banks of the Feather River. Another day we wanted to
be Hindus, and Charlie didn't want to be any Hindu, he wanted to be
one who got to wear a tilak, the red mark women wear. So we lip-
sticked up our foreheads and off we sped on our bicycles in search of
Varanasi along the banks of the Feather-Ganges. On another day we
chose to be Christians, and not just any Christian, but a Christian
who suffered the wounds of Christ. We scratched each other's wrists
and feet with a nail, and we hopped on our bycycles, speeding to the
Jordan-Feather River to be baptised by the sun and the pure spirit
dancing in our eager souls and sweet innocent hearts. We saw a
Buddhist monk, chanting in ochre robes, bare headed, closed eyed,
on television, and we wanted to become Buddhist monks. And not
just any Buddhist monk, but a monk who shed the locks at initiation.
So we scissored off each others hair and off we sped on our bicycles,
in search of Lhasa high in the mountain behind our house. We climbed
to the top of Table Mountain, a full days journey up and back. And
there we reached the top and sat gazing over the entire enormous
valley below us. Two shining children, given freedom to explore any
religion (accept for the hair-cutting!) and there we sat at the edge
of the world and knew such love and peace it is indescribable. We
were no more than eleven and twelve years old. We came down the
mountain and reached the bottom just as dusk was embracing the
eastern horizon, and we had a fullness that has never left us, and we
have such a closeness and depth of love, brother to earthly sister,
that I know Charlie and I became soul-sojourners in an unbreakable
pact for all time until both are freed in enlightenment. All the
different robes, apparel, decorations, are love gowns of the One
Beloved, for all the different expressions of that One Love. Charlie
and I brought that truth home to roost when we became Sikhs, Hindus,
Christians and Buddhists. The love remained the same regardless of
who we were for the time at hand. Like a sponge, we absorbed all His
Love from every religion, and when squeezed with ecstasy, only Love
and Light poured forth. "Look at this glowing day!"

"The love religion has no code or doctrine,
only God.
The ruby has no engraving on it."

With Love of Glowing Days,
Mazie

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All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,
perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside
back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than
the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness.
Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is
where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal
Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously
arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to HarshaSatsangha.

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09-22-2001, 10:50 AM

Thank you Mazie for that lovely and beautiful description of your childhood.
To bask in this wondrous light is a gift.

Love to all
Harsha

-----Original Message-----
From: sraddha54@... [mailto:sraddha54@...]
Sent: Thursday, September 20, 2001 8:24 PM
To: HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com
Subject: [HarshaSatsangh] Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, and Buddhists

Dear Friends,

About twenty-two miles from my home is a town called Yuba City. It is
the largest population of Sikhs in North America. I have been among
turbaned brothers and saried sisters for my entire life. This is my
blessing in this life. Our city and the surrounding cities had a
council gathered with speakers from an Islamic spokesman and a Sikh
spokesman. There is a close brotherhood among the people of this
community, and I hope we can be an example of how to behave in this
fear-generated time of uncertainty. When I was a child, my brother
Charlie and I wanted to be Sikhs. I didn't just want to be a Sikh, I
wanted to be one who got to wear a turban. So Charlie and I toweled
up each other's heads, and off we sped on our bicycles, in search of
Amritsar on the banks of the Feather River. Another day we wanted to
be Hindus, and Charlie didn't want to be any Hindu, he wanted to be
one who got to wear a tilak, the red mark women wear. So we lip-
sticked up our foreheads and off we sped on our bicycles in search of
Varanasi along the banks of the Feather-Ganges. On another day we
chose to be Christians, and not just any Christian, but a Christian
who suffered the wounds of Christ. We scratched each other's wrists
and feet with a nail, and we hopped on our bycycles, speeding to the
Jordan-Feather River to be baptised by the sun and the pure spirit
dancing in our eager souls and sweet innocent hearts. We saw a
Buddhist monk, chanting in ochre robes, bare headed, closed eyed,
on television, and we wanted to become Buddhist monks. And not
just any Buddhist monk, but a monk who shed the locks at initiation.
So we scissored off each others hair and off we sped on our bicycles,
in search of Lhasa high in the mountain behind our house. We climbed
to the top of Table Mountain, a full days journey up and back. And
there we reached the top and sat gazing over the entire enormous
valley below us. Two shining children, given freedom to explore any
religion (accept for the hair-cutting!) and there we sat at the edge
of the world and knew such love and peace it is indescribable. We
were no more than eleven and twelve years old. We came down the
mountain and reached the bottom just as dusk was embracing the
eastern horizon, and we had a fullness that has never left us, and we
have such a closeness and depth of love, brother to earthly sister,
that I know Charlie and I became soul-sojourners in an unbreakable
pact for all time until both are freed in enlightenment. All the
different robes, apparel, decorations, are love gowns of the One
Beloved, for all the different expressions of that One Love. Charlie
and I brought that truth home to roost when we became Sikhs, Hindus,
Christians and Buddhists. The love remained the same regardless of
who we were for the time at hand. Like a sponge, we absorbed all His
Love from every religion, and when squeezed with ecstasy, only Love
and Light poured forth. "Look at this glowing day!"

"The love religion has no code or doctrine,
only God.
The ruby has no engraving on it."

With Love of Glowing Days,
Mazie

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HarshaSatsangh/join

HarshaSatsangh Magazine and Website is at

http://www.harshasatsangh.com

All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,
perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside
back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than
the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness.
Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is
where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal
Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously
arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to HarshaSatsangha.

Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/