Ek Ong Kar Sat Naam Siri Wahe Guru

Ek Ong Kar Sat Naam Siri Wahe Guru...the Ashtang Mantra

Monday, January 10, 2011

A Treasure Chest of Gems for Your Mind

I am devoted to the Guru. When all else fails, reading from the Siri Guru Granth Sahib, the Sikh Holy Book, soothes and cools the heat of my anger. When I want to knock someone to the floor, and kick them in the nuts so hard I could do damage, nothing else will cool those flames but the Guru. The Guru has made me cry. The Guru has filled me with joy. The picture of a former living guru, Guru Nanak, has also softened my angry heart.

Tratak, or gazing at a picture, is a form of meditation. Reading from the Guru is a form of meditation. The Guru is the source for many shabds imbued with the naad, or sound current to heal the mind when repeated in meditation. Kundalini Yoga, the yoga of awareness, gives awareness, intelligence, intuition and compassion. It combines, or more accurately, has never separated asana, mudra, mantra, and pranayama.

"Unlike some approaches to the use of meditation, we use the full power and range of sound and language....Many meditations use language combined with rhythm and a special quality called naad. Naad is an energetic template formed in the root elements of a language. It makes sound penetrate, creates deep shifts in feeling, and opens intuition...A great source for this special catalytic language is from the Sikh tradition in the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. It is a source for universal sounds that capture the dance of the mind, move you to dwell n vastness, and move you to drop your neuroses and fears. It belongs to everyone. It is a treasure chest of gems for your mind. Those secrets that were discovered and left as a legacy by the Gurus are for this time. They are to serve the awakening of humanity as we mature into the new age and expand into space." ~ p. 140

These gems. The treasure chest in my meditation room cum Gurdwara is like a book from that old computer game Myst in my active imagination. The landscape of Myst for me was my mind, and the music playing as I travel down some of those dark corridors of pain and fear, apprehension and grief, is the music of the Shabd Guru imbued with Naad.

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