The facebook inspired race hatred Anglo-Saxon with support from their fascists mainland European counterparts are still following me on their social media sites and ran another run in my local high street to see my reaction prior to an attack. This time I informed the police who I understand took decisive action. I thank the UK police for that. I am still capturing the faces of the individuals involved and will begin to post them online as race-hate fascists.

Death Seduces Life: Expanded consciousness & Mental Health 

Romans 6:23 claims the ‘wages of sin is death’. But what of those people who hear voices and go on to commit suicide?

In today’s world, so many kinds of pressure can and do lead to suicide, and they aren’t necessarily always preceded by suicide indicators such as self-harm or socially visible depression. Suicide rates in the United Kingdom are declining, and have been since the highs of the 1980s and 1990s, but they appear more prevalent in the media, and are increasingly talked about in terms of mental health.

Now, death has always seduced life. Rather than bringing fear, panic, terror, and distress, it has always been noted as a welcome mergence of life into death for the individual. But this is only true about natural death. Suicide presents a difficult configuration altogether.

For one thing, suicide appears to transgress the natural relationship between life and death, to sin against the rules. These rules say that life must be lived, endured even, with fortitude and resolution. The gift of life, once given, must not be rejected. To do so is to sin. Such obscene views refuse to countenance the dire predicaments that may lead somebody to punish – or seek release for – themselves, and give their lives over to the disquieting and resonant voices telling them to die.

Rabid disregard for the collapse of a person’s entire personal, social, professional, psychological ecology leads preachers to reduce suicide to sin, and leads colleagues in the workplace to dismiss it as a personality trait, a weakness. Either way suicide is cast as the ultimate in moral turpitude.

The question remains however: What compels people to commit suicide?

Regrettably, the obscene distaste of dealing with the issue, whereby theological thinking is masked by a modern charade of sound-bites, is as useful as holding up a candle to the midday sun.

So why do I not support the view that suicide is a punishment or indeed a sin?

Indulge me; as I explain my position using metaphors and analogies. For me, they deliver scriptural and divine reasoning in simple terms.

To explain the personal hell and conflict of an individual we have to understand concepts of reality using a ‘states of sentience’ construct.

I have a burning desire to drive form London to Tashkent, capital of Uzbekistan. One day I set out. On the ferry across from England to France I meet a party who has traveled from Bristol, a city ninety miles west of London, and who is also heading to Tashkent. Their vehicle is big whereas mine is light and carries just me, my sister and her daughter. There are five routes to Tashkent. We debate their relative merits and ease, and we agree that only two routes suit us given our starting point. Upon alighting the ferry I take the lead and create distance between myself and the Bristol party. I make several leisurely stops on the way. One day, I note the Bristol party in my rear-view mirror. And in the distance, in front of me, I note a vehicle heading towards me from the direction of Tashkent. 

I drive leisurely now, allowing the Bristol party to get close enough to overtake me. As it does the vehicle from Tashkent passes me in the opposite direction. 

In this analogy, the Bristol party represents my past setting off ninety miles behind where I am in London. The Tashkent vehicle is my future – passing me by and heading into my past. The point where we meet is the fulcrum portal, where past, present, and future exchange vital information and energies. 

Depending on which of the three vehicles’ occupants is more dominant, which is more malleable, and which more inert, the exchange will impact them accordingly. But the confluence of their different energies will certainly leave all three parties with a new set of emotional overloads that will need readjusting to.

An unknown truth seldom shared with the general public, but borne out by ethnographies of people and societies around the world, is that the future has already happened and that it shapes and makes the past. The past does not make the future. Furthermore, the past and the future coexist at whatever point is considered the present. 

Another analogy:

Consider a ten storey tower block. The apartments on each floor follow a daily activity pattern, right from the ground floor to the penthouse suite. Individual activity differs, but the dawn-to-dusk, general lifestyle pattern is identical. Wealth and technology are more developed the higher one gets, with the lower floors being poorer and having allotments to grow their own vegetables.

Each floor is a relative future to the one(s) below. Now, if there is an electrical fault then the entire tower suffers, and a collective calamity is experienced; but as the electrical failure takes time to ascend the tower, the timing of each floor and each apartment’s experience of the calamity varies. And if people from an apartment aren’t at home during the electrical failure, and return after it’s been fixed, then of course they will not have suffered at all. Likewise, the higher floors have an independent generator for precisely such mishaps, and they sail through the problem unaware.

This is our actual reality. We are imprisoned as assets into a set layer of karma. Karma is not the action-reaction chain that people believe. That is samskar. Karma is the set-in-stone collection of conditions that cannot be changed: thus, what will be, will be. This is why divine Beings never interfere in the scheme of things. The overall administrator of this is the one Atma. Atma is incorrectly explained as the soul. Soul is antrekarna in eastern thought – the parameters within which the individual organs of anything in a particular plane of existence operate. This means that albeit the organs are identical, the antrekarne, the soul, differs in its expression. In the same way the organs of a person from the future will be similar to ours but its antrekarna, the soul – the internal working mechanism – will differ from ours. 

To return to the three cars from Bristol, London and Tashkent… when they crossed each other, the sharing of that time–space meant all parties carried an indelible mark from the impact. They each experienced a kind of excess, but since they could each only make sense of that excess in their own set operational parameters, one of the parties could interpret it as a sensation to drive in such a manner a to commit suicide. One of the parties, conversely, might experience the exchange of energies as a creative sensation.

Thus, a person who feels compelled to commit suicide is not suffering from mental health problems but from the experience of expanded consciousness, which we all have, and which is in fact our natural birthright to enjoy. 

Mental health, as currently framed and discussed, does not exist. Individuals are experiencing expanded consciousness – an excess of energies – which the current western medical councils do not understand. This is nowhere more evident than in the ever-compendium of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) of Mental Disorders, which labels every emergent form of expanded consciousness as a disorder and hence reduces it to ‘mental health’.  

I ask each of you who is feeling suicidal: consider this sensation, this impulse, as the resonance and channeling of past and/or future through you, creating an excess which your organs decipher as suicidal – because the reality is that you are not programmed to commit suicide.

The above is a very simplistic explanation, as I have not added multi-functionality as a component of the explanation and analysis that would help round out our understanding of suicide. With the integrated understanding that multi-functionality provides, a much clearer picture emerges; but that requires a book. 

The facebook inspired race hatred Anglo-Saxon with support from their fascists mainland European counterparts are still following me on their social media sites and ran another run in my local high street to see my reaction prior to an attack. This time I informed the police who I understand took decisive action. I thank the UK police for that. I am still capturing the faces of the individuals involved and will begin to post them online as race-hate fascists.

The Truth About Mary Magdalene: an exploration of ‘free’ will, morals, demons and mental illness

Mahatma Gandhiji said ‘reading the Sermon on the Mount gives me as much pleasure as reading the Gita.’

In this essay, I explore the Bible’s treatment of Mary Magdalene, but it is not my intention to rob you of the comfort, support and sustenance the Bible may provide you.

There are some points to note first, before I begin, which provide context to my assessment of, and argument against, the Bible’s characterization of Mary Magdalene. These are as follows:

Jesus, the person, lived several centuries earlier than indicated in biblical history.

His lifetime coincided with the global influence of Buddhism, and it is likely that he – and others of his ilk – would have studied eastern philosophy and made certain self-discoveries through that.

It follows, therefore, that Jesus most likely would never have uttered the statements attributed to him in biblical texts.

Thus, the Bible’s author/s can be said to have created a myth.

Biblical myth, like most other powerful myths, communicate core beliefs that permeate through folklore and storytelling across the ages. They draw on the past, and on real historical personages, and mythologise these.

One such historical figure would have been the real Jesus, who – like Buddhaji  – was  already a synonym for particular attributes and high-minded values at the time the Bible was written.

Hence, the Bible crystallizes an idea or concept and set of folkloric stories that have gathered force and come to assume a kind of powerful reality.

Taking all this into account, the story of Mary Magdalene’s interaction with Jesus of Nazareth, shines a light on the evolution of kinship, fellowship, and morality, and helps illuminate the theme and process of personal transformation. It does so, I would argue, in quite distinct ways from – and more accurately than – the Bible sets out.

In the Bible, Mary Magdalene is repeatedly described as a prostitute. However, since we know that she comes from a wealthy family, that simply isn’t possible in the terms that we understand prostitution today (and presumably at the time of the Bible’s authorship). 

For one thing, wealth confers a particular loosening of moral mores and restrictions  – just look at news about the elite in our society, and the almost self-congratulatory rite-of-passage they pass through: various addictions, affairs, etc. The uninhibited freedom of the wealthy elite is the same today as it has ever been.

Mary lived in a time of Roman occupation, and high-society would have mimicked Roman high-life, which in turn mimicked Greek high-life before it. This high-life would have comprised relaxed moral codes and sexual freedoms. In this context, Mary might conceivably have been a courtesan. This differs from prostitution in the sense that it centres on companionship as much as sex, on being an intelligent and witty person with whom to spend time, and being in some ways an equal partner in the interaction.

Given that her brother lived in a leper’s colony, Mary and her older sister would likely also have assumed the role and responsibility of the eldest male family member, meaning interacting with men as equals, and with candour and ease. Twinned with the promiscuity of the wealthy elite of whom she was herself a member, this potentially makes Mary a very unpalatable figure to the religious orthodox of her own time, and those who authored the Bible. 

Here was a woman embodying the liberal values and behaviours of high society, exhibiting tomboyish flamboyance, enjoying free interaction with men because of her responsibility – all of which coalesced to subject her to accusations of, and characterization as, a prostitute. Mary thus exemplified all that was pernicious, and was an affront to – the Laws of Moses and the Law of God. 

The case of her affair with an older married man with children was likely the perfect foil for making an example of Mary. In a sting set up by the Pharisees, which perhaps her lover colluded in, in exchange for everlasting anonymity, Mary was cast as the ultimate fallen woman.

But there was more at stake than Mary’s reputation – and her possible stoning to death. The Pharisees were also hell-bent on testing Jesus’ adherence to the Laws of Moses and the Law of God. 

I’m not necessarily talking about the real Jesus, who, as pointed out earlier, preceded the Bible by several centuries; but then, neither is the Bible referring to him per se, rather to the legend of Jesus, to a man with Jesus-like qualities.

So, what would Jesus do, when confronted with a fallen woman whose death was likely imminent because of her immoralities? In the Bible, he writes in the earth his condemnation of, as well as the hidden secrets of her accusers. As depicted in c.15th paintings, writing in the earth is akin to making a definitive statement, issuing a decree, it is what gives us the saying ‘written in stone’. The real Jesus’ interaction with eastern philosophy and its theatrical, allegorical, and allusive modes of delivering lessons makes it impossible to believe that he would ever have acted in such a way. It is inimical to the way in which people like us, people of our ilk, behave or communicate the god-concept.

What else does the Bible say about Mary Magdalene and Jesus? That she was possessed by no fewer than seven devils. (This number is interesting, as in other cultures the devil is associated with number nine, fifty-four, and even one hundred and eight). The devils made her act in the way she did; they made her promiscuous.  From an orthodox religious perspective, the flexible mores and conduct of the wealthy elite are indeed (then as now) anathema to living a moral and correct life in fear of god – they are considered to be under the influence and control of the devil.

The devil is a wonderful invention. – a placeholder and catch-all for all the actions and attitudes, the behaviours and beliefs that hard-right fanatics can’t fathom or explain, and which they don’t wish to try and understand or comprehend because doing so would dent their rigid exclusion of morals and logics other than their own.

But the devil concept is, in its reductiveness, singularly unhelpful.

Jesus, like others of our ilk, would have been vehemently dismissive of the devil concept. While publicly he would have assimilated himself to prevailing language and concept norms, he would have recognised that the ‘devil’ so-called was entirely irrelevant to explaining and resolving Mary’s situation.

Why? Because the devil concept rests on the assumption that a person has free will and a normative moral compass to begin with, and that bad and immoral behaviour results from this being perniciously thwarted. In fact, though, free will, reasoning and thinking are themselves complete fabrications. Which is to say, what comes across as our ‘free’ will is in fact already written into us: pre-ordained. 

It is difficult to explain this to laypeople. The pathway to understanding such things entails a process of pain that moves from one’s humiliation, through humility, humbleness, and passivity, before evolving into and merging with the potent vital energy: calmness. And no ascending soul (antrekarna) can make the journey alone, on its own merit and talent; it happens through the grace of a high being and only if one is selected to be given such grace.

Reverting…

So, Jesus knew that Mary’s fallen status was not due to devil possession, and was not a result of her own ‘free’ will as we understand it. Rather, she was pre-programmed by her own bio-chemistry to be the person she was, and to act as she did – that programming establishing itself before conception, crystallizing during gestation, and playing out in the course of her life and actions. Even with all this knowledge, how was he going to save her?

Jesus knew the matter pivoted not on Mary’s adultery per se, but on whether he was seen to uphold God’s law by denouncing her, and saving himself from being labelled a heretic.

It’s important to know here that those of us with psychic privileges have access to everybody’s past, present and future. We see the traps and the miseries that have befallen and will befall people. We see the liars, the deceitful, the haters; just as we see the innocent and the pious. We see the skeletons in everybody’s closet and their virtues. We hear their confessions, their secrets; we provide counsel, support. We are powerful, but we proceed delicately. Such would have been Jesus’ knowledge and role too.

 So, what did Jesus do? Well, for those of our ilk, the protection of the defenceless – with no thought for ourselves – is de rigeur. Jesus will have sought to protect Mary; not to hasten her death even if it meant his own. Jesus surveyed the bio-signature (not the same as the debunked concept of the ‘transient aura’) of each of Mary’s accusers, and without naming and shaming them, he made reference to their failings and their skeletons. Doing so causes perceptible changes in mannerism and mental outlook in the person who is being subtly told off, as I have found when deploying the same tactic. We know this tactic better through the now enduring soundbite: ‘let he who is without sin cast the first stone.’ So, Mary’s accusers were chastened by Jesus’ knowledge of their own wrong-doings, as the Bible reports.

The Bible also goes on to say that Mary asked for deliverance of her soul, that the devils possessing her were cast out, and her soul was able to move forward unencumbered. How we do make sense of this? On one hand, Mary’s bio-signature pre-determined her actions, so saved from one tragic situation it’s reasonable to assume that she would have reverted to type – to being the uninhibited person she was. We can think of it in terms of the analogy of the repeat offender.

But something did indeed change in Mary. What? How?

Well, she came into the conduction, convection and radiation range of a high being (a Jesus figure) and was enveloped in the latter’s psychic care and protection. This overwhelmed and reconfigured her own bio-structure, and established a bond between her and Jesus that would persist through multiple lifetimes. They would be inexorably drawn together each lifetime – she towards his charismatic protection; he towards the need to help emancipate and liberate her from the cycle of life and death.

What of the Bible’s depiction of how Mary reacted to being saved? It says she washed Jesus’ feet with her tears, and wiped them dry with her hair. At the time, the practice of kneeling down, bending forward, and touching one’s forehead to the feet of one’s saviour (or high being) was globally widespread (outside race-European environments and societies). So this likely is a true depiction of events. Where Mary dried Jesus’ feet with her hair, men would have done so with their beards.

Consequently, Mary would have become a silent observer at Jesus’ feet, a humble server, and a life-long student. Quietly and conscientiously.

What, you are wondering, has any of this to do with mental health? 

In contemporary Britian – and elsewhere in the West – Mary Magdalene’s bio-signature which pre-determined her behaviour, and which was misunderstood by the religious right as a manifestation of devil possession, would be cast as mental illness. Here was a woman with deep psychological problems, going back to childhood abandonment, mistreatment, abuse; which she perpetuated or reacted against by her own subconscious set of behaviours. 

In today’s mental health landscape, Mary would be prescribed psychotropic drugs to quell her nature, silence the demons, change her chemistry. But the Jesus figure of her time managed to ‘save’ her without resorting to drugs or causing disequilibrium to her internal organs. He extended her his psychic protection, and that altered her bio-structure so deeply and so effectively that she was, so to say, tamed, saved, a model citizen of the society she lived in. 

In contrast with the character of Mary Magdalene prior to her being ‘saved’, is the character of the lonely person, the social introvert. At different ends of the spectrum, they are both equally subject to being labelled mentally ill. 

Briefly: there is a world of difference between aloneness and loneliness. The former involves active enjoyment in being alone with one’s self, giving oneself over to contemplation, as a kind of pleasurable activity. For such people, the thrill of social engagement pales in comparison. It is a panacea they do not need, though they partake of it happily enough at times and with particular people. Their strength does not cohere in social settings, nor their enjoyment. Aloneness is a skill, but oftentimes just as much a need for people. 

Loneliness is the experience of aloneness as a form of unhappy isolation. Sociability is key to people who feel lonely; their sense of self, of inner stability and calm, dependent on others’ company. Their experience of aloneness as isolation consolidates it is their mind as a disease. For them, solace is other people. 

It is all too easy to teach that being alone with oneself is a mental health issue; such is the environment we live in today. But perhaps, as with Mary Magdalene, the trick is to take what is written, what is cast as normal and true, and explore what contexts and other realities that narrative – of the fallen woman, or of the lonely person – might be missing; and how the guidance of a high being can bring us to enhanced knowledge of what is in fact really going 

Police Desecrate Sikh Gurdwara (West London) and Racially Profile Sikhs Entering Parliament

Facebook-inspired, rate-hate Anglo-Saxons are – with support from fascist European counterparts – still following me on social media. Recently they staged another dry-run on a local high street in London to assess how I would react in the event of a personal and potentially fatal attack against my older sister and myself. This time I informed the police, who, I understand, took decisive action – my thanks to them for doing so. Meanwhile, I continue to capture images of the individuals involved and post these online to expose them as race-hate fascists. 

Desecrating Darbaarsahibji

On 8th December 2018, Gurdwara Singh Sabha in Alice Way, Hounslow was desecrated by approximately 25 Metropolitan police officers, who entered the inner sanctum – addressed respectfully as Darbaarsahibji – wearing shoes, and with their heads uncovered. They did so consciously and with malice aforethought against the edicts of Sikhism. Their actions were designed to insult, denigrate, and demonstrate utter contempt for, Sikhism. 

How do we know the police desecration of Darbaarsahibji was deliberate? 

Because the Metropolitan Police trains and tutors officers in observing correct religious protocol, and paying heed to religious sensitivities and sensibilities. They are culturally aware. Therefore, there is no excuse for the manner in which the police officers entered the Gurdwara’s inner sanctum on 8th December. It can and must be viewed as a premeditated violation against the sacredness of Darbaarsahibji – a malicious cultural attack no less heinous than the Jawalianbagh massacre of Sikhs in 1919 ordered by General Dwyer of the British Army.  

The dispute that was underway at the Gurdwara in Alice Way, Hounslow, and to which the police officers were responding, was an internal Sikh dispute which the congregation should have been left to resolve. Those involved in the affray were barefoot and unarmed; and there was no threat to life. There was, in other words, no emergency. An impassioned disturbance of the peace, perhaps, in the confines of Darbaarsahibji, but nothing else. The situation did not, in any way, therefore call for the police to forego their cultural training – to go in with heads uncovered and shoes on.

The sad fact – illustrated in photographs of the event – is that the police were smiling smugly at having denigrated a Sikh place of worship, as if to say: I have just raped you, your religion, your Guru; and there is fuck all you can do about it.

At a bare minimum, the Metropolitan Police ought to pay for re-carpeting and for everything required to resacralise the holy space of Darbaarsahibji at the Gurdwara in Alice Way. I won’t bother demanding that the officers involved get re-trained in ethnic, cultural, religious etiquette – that’s the standard go-to, a soft way of appeasing victims which does nothing to remove the seed of racism that persists in offenders’ minds.

So what will be the repercussions of the police insult to Sikhism? Those of my ilk know that the spiritual-divine realm will exact punishment. Acts of deliberate desecration by one people against another are always severely punished. In this case, henceforth, the assailants will suffer from a multitude of diseases that which will affect and take the dignity and lives of everybody in their blood- and love-lines.

Ethno-religious profiling at U.K. Parliament

On 7th January 2019, my sister and I visited the U.K. Parliament. It was a break from our usual routes and routines when out and about, which the police monitor via trackers on our car and mobile phones.

But because we were venturing off the beaten track, plainclothes police officers and trained observers were also out in force – standing, walking, sitting at points along our car journey, supposedly inconspicuously, but in fact standing out like the proverbial sore thumb. They provided an extra layer of surveillance, useful for when I – in my mischievousness – manage to escape the tracker, which I did for a few minutes on the day of our visit to Parliament. (Note: counter-surveillance professionals use jamming devices, I just use my wits).

After a few minutes of escape, I resurfaced, and the look on the faces of plainclothes surveillance teams dotted around the landscape was one of pure relief as I went about parking the car and walking to the gates of Parliament to meet the group we were visiting with.

The first male police officer I encountered as we walked to enter looked at me and jabbed a finger at a chart citing prohibited items. No greeting, just that jabbing finger. I acknowledged him, viewed the chart, and walked on, at which point he spoke harshly and menacingly: ‘and no ceremonial knives either.’ I ignored the officer and walked on. I was with a group of mostly senior women citizens, after all, and the visit to Parliament was meant to be a treat which I didn’t want to spoil.

Under other circumstances, I would have engaged the officer directly and robustly about his lying, his deliberate denigration of the Sikh kirpan, and the ethno-religious profiling which framed his actions and words as follows:

  • The Offensive Weapons Act of 2018 is being amended to exclude the Sikh kirpan, as it is expressly a religious item.
  • Prior to the introduction of the law, it has been customarily agreed upon and accepted that the kirpan is religious, and can be carried everywhere by baptised adherents of the Sikh faith as one of the five kakkars.
  • Racial profiling is illegal.  

I did not, for reasons explained above, engage the offending police officer on these points. I simply walked on to security. There white people were asked to walk through one security channel, while everybody else was made to walk through another channel. 

The segregation was palpable.

Now, from experience at every security checkpoint I have ever been through, I know to pack an overloaded bag. For this simple reason: carrying only a small wallet, which is my preference, inevitably results somewhere along the line after security has been passed in my being body-searched, often – as happens at airports to most if not all non race-Europeans – invasively and verging on sexual abuse.

To avoid that, I stuff a bag full of items that has to be opened by security, so that if pat-downs occur they are part of the necessary process and not an explicit and smug violation. What can I say, I like to control the situation as much as possible. It gives me power, and takes away power from others to choose to violate me. Plus, it’s fun watching security jumping through hoops. 

At Parliament, everything at security went to plan: smug white officer smiling broadly at his colleagues around him as he announced that my stuffed bag needs to be opened and searched; all the officers beaming, collectively thinking probably that this ‘humiliation’ was as good as raping my mother; me succumbing, safe in the knowledge that the officer hadn’t had the chance this time to arbitrarily pick me out to be body-searched, and get an even bigger kick.

So, security navigated, we entered Parliament and took the 90minute tour. Eagle-eyed and observant as ever, I was able to make the following assessment of the officers who guard Parliament. It’s quite sobering…

Every officer inside Parliament looks like a sugar-puff. They collectively look to be suffering from a concoction of diseases, including diabetes, kidney problems, high cholesterol and heart problems. They appeared too unfit to walk 100 metres at a very brisk pace, let alone run more than 10 yards without gasping for air. The entire security personnel and apparatus in the U.K. Parliament could be overrun by ten adequately trained men in an attempted takeover. Armed officers I saw on my visit only appear bullish – they’d flee at the first sign of being overwhelmed. Helicopters hovering above the building would be powerless to do anything in response to the action unfolding inside. 

Parliament security is often referred to as a ‘ring of steel’. It is no such thing. Here is how to safeguard Parliament: using the same equipment and funds, replace the current personnel with Sikhs. Remove the concrete barriers around Parliament – they stink of fear and self-defeat. Remove signs prohibiting this and that – they read as ‘we, the race-Europeans are scared of you’. Allow free and unfettered access to Parliament for all. Nobody is going to attack with Sikhs on guard – their reputation for putting down aggressors is a matter of significant historical record; and one that the British colonizers relied on (along with that of the Nepali Gurkhas) to save their asses in war. It doesn’t say much for the current police safeguarding democracy if an officer could be so easily killed, as happened in London last year. (Unless you believe  that the death was collateral damage by a police force seeking to justify its demands for more funding). 

Let’s face it, current so-called security at Parliament is all smoke and mirrors, It is peopled by officers put out to grazing on soft operational duty, because they simply aren’t good enough to join the force outside or because they’re counting down the clock to retirement and a healthy pension. It is an absolute insult to the offices of the Prime Minister, the Cabinet, and all elected and non-elected members of Parliament – and to the so called bastion of western democracy!

UK WILD WEST KILLINGS: MIND CONTROL

I recall, a few decades ago, the jubilant football terrace chant of ‘eight-nil’. It referred to eight Indians who had been killed in a motorway accident, and was chanted by the English, who either believed we Asians didn’t get the reference and were gullible enough to take the chant at face value, or who knew that we knew and knew they could get away with the taunt by couching it in seemingly innocuous football banter. 

One day, while visiting the city of Sheffield, I was racially accosted and subjected to the 8-0 chant by a group of skinheads. One of their number threatened me, saying that an 8-0 could be arranged at any moment of their choosing. I was incensed. At the time, I was undergoing intense spiritual training and so I curbed my anger. But the racist encounter left me with a deep monochromatic pain, as it did so many Indians at the time who were similarly threatened. It was a long drive back home afterwards. 

Samskar always kicks back in a painful way. And for the city of Sheffield that has meant that minor mishap evolved to become a major tragedy for the city and its people.

Similarly, if we take Enoch Powell’s ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech, which seemingly references the one-way killing of coloured residents in the UK, samskar holds that the blood of brown and black people will amount to a pool, but it is the blood of the whites that will constitute the  river.

That is to say, Enoch Powell’s speech will come true. There will be a full-scale civil war in the country. Immigrants will indeed be the initial targets of violence, and their blood will spill. But the river to which Powell alludes? When it comes, it will be white blood.

How are we to make sense of this? 

It is easy enough when we consider how much violence and suffering is stage-managed by the country’s security forces. The Grenfell tragedy so-called is more than that – it was a massacre, the outcome of a warning to Islamists. Likewise, the Salisbury Novichok poisoning was a provocation to heat up the country’s conflict with Russia. In short: the security forces have to keep the spectre of an enemy – of multiple enemies – alive in the public imagination, lest they lose precious government funding and become obsolescent. 

From the Grenfell massacre and the Salisbury poisoning to the current spate of wild west knife-killings in London – all are stage-managed.

But how?

Operating in the realm of calculating, cut-throat darkness that is their norm, the spooks are deploying a fantastic weapon. The grenade they control is in the hands of each and every one of us. It is the mobile phone.

What have mobile phones to do with London’s knife crime?

Well, the killings began with one highly sensitive and emotionally unstable person receiving an offensive text from a rival. Under normal circumstances, the text would have incurred a counter-text, equally as offensive. And that would be an end to the matter. However, this time it has led to a spate of fatal stabbings – in broad daylight, no less.

Mobile phones have three purposes: as a communicative device, to pinpoint a person’s location, and to engage in mind manipulation. 

The mind control function of mobile phones works by amending the screen flicker rate to trigger a specific emotion and response in any given individual. Turning your phone off does not mitigate or prevent mind control taking place through these devices. When switched off, they can be used to deliver an audio frequency beyond conscious human and (animal) hearing.

So, a given target will have their voice recorded while they are speaking to another person. The captured recording will be put through software which determines the brain-wave pattern associated with that person’s speech. Brain-wave patterns are as unique as fingerprints and DNA. Now, an audio message can be composed and communicated to the target that is modulated precisely for their brain-wave pattern – only they will be able to ‘hear’, albeit not in the normal sense of hearing. Over time these wave signals build up the required emotional mindscape in a person, necessitating only a trigger wave signal to impel that person to act or respond to a situation in a highly specific way. 

Thus, a rival’s needling and offensive text message will no longer yield a correspondingly offensive text in response. Through the mobile phone device, the mapping and control of emotions is delivered via wave signals, leading the text recipient to go and stab their rival instead. 

The end result is the domino-effect stabbings that have erupted across London this year.

That the murders are black-on-black help the police and other security forces make the argument that more money and powers need to be allocated to them by the government. On the other hand, if the spate of killings gives rise to efforts to redress the social and other problems that the black perpetrators and victims face, and which force them into this life of kill or be killed, then the police and security forces would lose out. Thus, the problem has to appear to be relatively multi-racial, to affect not only young black men but people in the capital generally. So, the spooks have allowed some (a tiny proportion!) white people to be targeted through the mobile phone delivered wave signals 

Returning to Enoch Powell’s prophecy; it will come to pass. That much is true. It will be triggered by the kind of technological mind control techniques already in use in the examples described above. Civil war will be ignited in the UK by an external force beaming a relay of mind-control waves that affects the entire population. Cyber war is not about machines facing off against other machines. Not yet. It will start with humans using the latest technology to attack, kill, and conquer fellow humans without launching a formal invasion.

Controlling a person’s brain-wave to execute the kill order requires abjectly high levels of anger. This is built up over time, through successive wave signals being transmitted to a person to reconfigure their emotional mindscape. But it also works wonderfully in people who already exhibit and have existing high levels of anger. Anglo-Saxons excel in this – especially towards people of other races.

Race-hate is a fantastically easy portal through which to gain access and control the mass population. The enemy, sitting thousands of miles away, does not even need to cross borders to push a target people’s self-destruct button. It only needs to cue up the visual images that trigger hatred in one person towards another, in one group towards another – and access to execute civil war, and mass death, is there for the taking.

For an international example, we need look no further than the India PM’s introduction of Adhaar cards. These store biometric, financial, employment, tax and all other public forms of information about the country’s citizens. The best part is that Modi is storing this information off-shore – in the USA. He claims that it is safe and secure there. Really? A foreign power holds details pertaining to every part of your citizens’ life, and we trust them to keep it secure? I don’t think so. America can – and will – make use of the information to ignite civil war in India. And other countries are jumping on the bandwagon, which means the USA could ultimately hold control over – and manipulate – people across the world. It is the start of nouveau-slavery and recolonisation from a distance.

Reverting to the UK once more: Although non-whites will die – so too, in mass numbers, will the white of the UK – and theirs will be the river of blood that Enoch Powell foresaw.

Is there a buffer to prevent mass mind control?

Yes.

Will I share it with you?

No. 

Why not?

Because you guys are awaiting your opportunity to murder me and my sister. So, do you really think that I am going to help you in any way, let alone to access your natural and organic defence mechanisms against your own eventual destruction?

 

First year anniversary of race-hatred and stalking by a Death Squad

TERENCE WOOD (group admin), STEPHEN DARTNALL, ANNA GRAHAMS, DAN McSCAT, DAVID MOORE, PAUL COWNIE, IAN LLOYD, TERENCE McGLYNN, RAY SMUT, ANDY TOMLINSON, MARK WHEELER, BRAIN TAIT, DANNY FLANDERS, GARY SHAW, DAVE POTTER, DENNIS TRIDENT.

The above named took part in attacking Sikhism and the Sikh turban, Sikh race, Sikh diet, and Sikh skin colour in the most derogatory terms as members of the Facebook group “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS & GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN” (as it was known on 7th October 2017). Following investigation by the UK police, Facebook went on to close the group for its racist, fascist, misogynist, in-your-face diatribe. But “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS & GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN” is back up and running again, laughably claiming to be the antithesis of its original self!   

THE ABOVE-NAMED INDIVIDUALS WERE MEMBERS OF THE ORIGINAL GROUP I CAME ACROSS, AND ARE AMONGST THOSE WHO HAVE ORCHESTRATED AND UNLEASHED A WHOLE YEAR OF RACE-HATE TERROR, INCLUDING STALKING ME AND MY FAMILY, IN ORDER TO KILL ME/US.

THIS IS THE STORY OF THE WHITE BREXITEER REALITY FACING ALL NON RACE-EUROPEANS WHO DARE TO REMAIN IN BRITAIN FOLLOWING BREXIT.

On 7th October 2017, encouraged by my family I joined Facebook, my first foray into social media. 

I joined groups whose members were mature adults. One such group was a no-holds barred sense of humour, with 18,000 members, whose Facebook images were all non-white (though this turned out to be a lie). My own sense of humour is quite English, based on wry observation and dry wit, so the Facebook group called, “All Jokes, One liners & Great Gags with Reasonable Admin” seemed right up my street. I’ve lived in the UK my entire life, and am more English than not in terms of my outlook, attitude and choices, so I thought I’d enjoy participating in the group’s banter. At the same time, however, my ethics are those of a turban-wearing Sikh. I’ve worn the turban since childhood, and never renounced it even when fear of constant attack drove so many other Sikhs to abandon theirs.

Anyway, I was accepted into the group and noted the members’ typical English banter: Misogynism, racism, and vile hate-language was the norm. I limited my interaction to those who were middle-of-the-road. However, on the very first day of my joining, one member took an exception to my turban (I had uploaded a photo of myself in my naiveté) and began hurling racial abuse of the sort that I’d not heard since the early 1960s. This person wasn’t even alive then – unlike me – which means race-hatred has been alive and thriving through generations of white British people. In response to their disgusting and derogatory remarks I put one over the person in the course of our interaction, and another member asked them how it felt to be played.

The group member went ballistic. This seems odd given that English banter is all about getting one over the other person, and acknowledging when you’ve come off second best. What this lot didn’t understand was that I grew up hearing race-hate abuse. I have several putdowns ready in response to each one. But it all depends on the situation. Most of the time, we Asians will leave the matter alone.

After-all, race-hate has a limited grammar and set of expressions even as it touches on every single aspect of another’s identity – their image, religion, culture, heritage, history, attire, and diet – in the most disgusting way possible. So most of the time you sit, bide your time, wait for the dust to settle and for things to return to normal.

On 13th October 2017, six days after joining the Facebook group “All jokes, One Liners & Great Gags with Reasonable Admin”, Terence Woods, the group administrator, barred me. 

And suddenly began one whole year of threats to kill me and my 70 yr old sister.

The race-hatred against me and my sister spans the UK as well as the continent, and both our images have been posted on various social media sites. The race-haters arrange themselves in large groups, monitoring our movements using mobile phones. They’ve done several test runs to see how I’d react to an attack from the front, side, and behind. As a Sikh I am honoured that it takes 15-20 of these brave-heart British bulldogs, who are in their 20s – 40s to threaten and intimidate me. The UK police force initially and now once again (after a hiatus) is officially helping them to pinpoint my movements using nationwide CCTV cameras. 

The anniversary of the race-hate stalking and intent to kill me is around the corner. The race-haters will settle their score with me during this period. Several have knocked on the door of the house to make sure I have got the message and know what’s coming. But not a single one of these brave-hearts is willing to leave his full name and address so that I and a couple of Sikhs and other Asians can visit his house at my convenience.

This is your – white people’s – country, right? And you want us non race Europeans out? Well, brown and black people make up the majority population on the planet – so how about you get off my planet?

You love Brexit, and you are just waiting for it to come into force so that you can kill us and drive us over the white cliffs of Dover, right? Well, how about you get out of the lands where you are lording it over indigenous people and their lands. Let’s start with you lot getting out of Australia, New Zealand, Tasmania, and north and south America.

On 19th October 2017, in a Mail Online article, Isobel Frodsham reports a Mr Joshua Dryden, a worker at Sainsbury’s Kingsway branch, Derby, as saying, ‘They live in my country, but do not talk my language, they wait for the prices to be cut and then buy..’ 

The point of this race-hate expression is not that ‘they’ do not speak my language. The reality is that ninety-nine percent of white Brits hate all people of colour, and it has sod all to do with whether they speak the goddamn language or not. 

How many white Australians speak any of the Aboriginal languages?

How many race-Europeans in north and South Americans speak any of the First Nation languages?

The rule of speaking a country’s mother tongue clearly only applies to the non-English in the UK, and it is nothing more than an excuse for, and expression of, your deep and genuine psychopathic hatred and desire to kill anything you feel like.

You begged the rest of the world to come to your defence in your hour of need, during what you call the first world war. Sikhs answered your call out of COMPASSION (not gullibility!), and once things had been settled in your favour in 1918, your colonel Reginald Dyer went on to shoot and kill 1000 Sikhs in a massacre in Amritsar.

The Sikhs never forgot that massacre, the thank you they got for laying down their lives during the First European war 1914-1918. 

Yet when you came begging a second time, in the Second European war of 1938-1945, they again answered the call out of COMPASSION. 

Sikhs and Indians living here in the UK have learned at close quarters that the English do not understand COMPASSION. And if ever another cry for help comes out to us, we will not come to your aid out of compassion. 

You have taught us to become cold-hearted, fledgling psychopaths just like you.

Bear that in mind as the October period draws near, and the moment of your murderous intent with it, remember I will do whatever it takes to defend my 70 yr old sister’s life.

You can still back off permanently from your murderous intent towards me and my sister. 

You can choose to accept with good grace that we non-race Europeans who have lived among you for so long can give as good as we get when it comes to making disgusting race-based remarks masked by good old English humour.

However, with pride I have to acknowledge that history will judge this moment where almost 65 million white Brits have gathered together to kill one orthodox Sikh.

Race empowerment

In meditation, one’s aim is to surpass duality and attain non-attachment. However, the possibility of doing so is utterly dependent on your bio-frame confinement and limitation. Racial pigment and DNA dictate bio-frame confinement insofar as advanced meditation is concerned. There are ofcourse several other configurations that control DNA, but secular science has not figured them out yet, and I am not permitted to indicate them.

The meditation pathway is a very precise one. Non-human animals are in many cases superior to human-animals in as much as experience and maintenance of awakening state is concerned. The human-animal is caught in the illusionary frame, where it seeks to maintain superior awakening; while a veil is thrown over the consciousness of its psychology and its physical ability, predilection for desire, envy, and greed. These, in connection with the most vile ideas, produce new human lows that become the new normal.

Where a human does advance – maintaining detachment and aloofness while remaining kind, thoughtful, and selfless in their endeavours – then they move from the raw skin of the race-Europeans into a semi-pigmented skin tone. However, they retain their deeply negative hate psychology. Such development conjoined with hate refers to a group called the Muslims and/or the ultra right-wing orthodox.

However, if a Muslim or ultra right-wing orthodox advancing person continues to maintain a detached, aloof, selfless and thoughtful demeanour, it is reborn within the global influential sphere-space known as the landmass of India.

Having birthright in India, initially in northern India to be precise, the same obstacles have to be surmounted as before. The human-animal advances to the next birth-stage, which takes place in the south India genetic framework. Advancement from here moves into the darker skins associated with African and Aboriginal genetic frameworks.

Yet those of advanced genetic framework – Africans, Aborigines, and Indians among them – have in recent centuries been brutally conquered by vulgar and thoughtless race-European killing mechanisms and armaments. Globally, brutality was the byword of the race-European presence across the world, in exactly the same way as the ultra-orthodox Muslim presence is perceived today. It was ‘our way or death’.

But India has never seen the invader as an invader. The victims may be the Indians, but according to their psyche the humiliation is the invaders’ alone. Low level, un-evolved, fresh out of the mire of the marshes – this is how Indians historically have seen the invader; something to be pitied rather than a source of advanced theosophical concepts and realism.

Race-European ideas of imposition and subjugation are regarded by the Indian psyche as alien and retrograde. India’s maturity affords it the possibility of regarding the invader as a friend from whom to learn, and who no doubt will become part of the land as s/he learns about it. But make no mistake, while the British Raj is seen by British people as an exercise in power, to Indians you came as a bunch of idiots, and you left having learned very little about personal spiritual progress.

Now, Indians’ inner psyche tenders two options for dealing with the invader in their midst: (1) lose their advanced awakening state by mimicking the behaviour of the invader, and thus give up countless lifetimes of progress to accommodate and mirror the ignorance of the disdained and lowly invader, or (2) maintain their hard-earned advanced meditation status, and stay true to the ethos that is instilled in them from birth, namely, that each life has a purpose as well as its own reasoning complex.

And herein lays my current problem with Indians who land high positions in any given sector of a race-European institution. They attempt (very badly) to mimic race-European attitudes and behaviours. Their psyche counsels against this, which is why you often hear them exasperatedly proclaim that ‘the goras (whites) just don’t get it’. But regardless, these Indians continue to mimic the race-European. In doing so, they are forced into limiting their own ecological and spiritual solutions to the drive for enhanced productivity, where profits are not the sole criteria and responsibility to nature is paramount.

Take, for example, crime and punishment. Prior to the annex of Panjab, and India in general, the concept of theft didn’t exist. Sikhism and its kingdom was founded upon the concept of no wrong-doing at a personal level, such that even a murderer was exempt from prison but was made to work on his emotional state while working and living within the community. In the same historical period, people were hung for stealing an apple or a loaf of bread in Britain. Imprisonment without trial was unheard of in non-Muslim India and during the Sikh Raj of Panjab; whereas in Britain people were thrown in dungeons without trial for the most frivolous of reason.

Indians in the UK police force must bring the Indian mindset and viewpoint to bear on tackling crime here. So, for example, a person driving over the speed limit on a clear motorway should not be penalised, since nobody other than the driver and/or car occupants are affected. This is the kind of common-sense and humanity-based approach that Indian police officers should strive to instill in the police force, rather than mimicking their race-European colleagues. They must become vocal about applying commonsense interpretations and judgments when dealing with an incident.

The problem with breaking a problem down into it core elements, rather than taking a holistic and contextual approach, is that humans end up treating each other like machines.

We are not machines.

We require laws that reflect humanity, and human subjectivity in all matters. English law is geared for organizing society like a machine whose parts must be kept in good working order, but which is automated and un-human. It accepts only right or wrong; there is no grey area. This is perfect for running and maintaining an automated production line, but not for dealing with humans.

My call to Indians – and indeed other races – is not to mimic race-Europeans. You may think that in doing so you’re on a fast-track to equality. But as I argued in my previous post on female empowerment, equality is a nonsense; dignity must be the aim of all.

I leave you with one question – and be honest with yourself when answering: Precisely how materially and spiritually evolved do you think race-Europeans, including Anglo-Saxons, can possibly be after four hundred years and counting of killing darker skin-toned people across the globe?

And you want to be equal with them?!

No, me neither.

MYTH: UK’S INTEGRATION HYPE INCITEMENT TO MURDER

Having lived in the United Kingdom for over 50 years I thought I had seen all the good, bad and ugly that Great Britain has to offer. Yet since the mid-70s I have held the view that I am living in the UK on borrowed time, as integration is solely dependent on the indigenous people’s willingness to allow dignified cultural and religious disparity to take place while maintaining equal access to resources and amenities for all.

I recall vividly the degrading and disgusting names Sikhs were called regarding their turban, as well as in reference to their brown colour skin and their consumption of garlic, onion and ginger-enriched food.

In those days, out of sheer politeness and maturity in the face of what they recognised as the retarded mentality of the locals, the Asians in the UK kept their opinions about the natives to themselves.

Then race laws were introduced, banning racist references. Equality became enshrined in law. Cooperation and coexistence seemed feasible and, on the whole, tolerance, understanding and mutual appreciation evolved over the ensuing decades.

On 7th Oct 2017, I ventured into the social media platform of Facebook for the first time. Using a photo of myself and an Indian nickname that also sounded a tad anglicized, I joined several groups. One of these was called “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS AND GREAT GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN”. The group had 18,600 members, made no bones about the fact that it was a hard-hitting, over-the-top, no-holds-barred, adult humour group. I was happy joining since my humour and second-rate wit can on most occasions hold their own; and of course, the group wasn’t likely to throw anything at me that I had not heard before. Approval to join the group came through and I began to read the posts.

As promised, the FB group was hyper-racist, homophobic and misogynist to the core. Reference to female genitalia was an accepted and standard norm in the construction of any given sentence by the contributors, who were white men. I only came across two women: one with a sensible, middle-of-the-road humour and wit, and the other engaging in badly disguised full-on race hatred.

I introduced myself to the group, my profile image visibly establishing me as a Sikh gentleman with a full grey beard and a white turban. I wrote that I had already heard most, if not all, of the stuff they were likely to hurl at me, and that rest assured I would give as good as I got.

Right from the start, my religion and turban were targeted. Indeed, an initial remark used the exact same wording we Sikhs used to hear in the 1960s. This means that although racism was successfully removed from open public dialogue decades ago, it has been passed down the generations, from great-grandfathers through to great-grandchildren. Without hesitation, I retorted with a frank put-down, which silenced the guy who made the racist remark. He never made a comment to me again. I, in my social media naivete, thought he had gone on holiday until I was told he had blocked me. It became clear to me that I was dealing with grown men who could dish it out but became cry babies when it came to taking it.

Generally, I would make an observation, draw people into responding, and then fend them off with a sophisticated put-down, leaving a third person who was observing the exchange to smile and ask the other person, ‘What does it feel like to be played?

Rather than take it all in good grace, once the members of the FB group realised I could match their observational humour, the gloves came off. Explicitly degrading and disgusting religious, racial, cultural and dietary remarks came thick and fast.

By this time, I was on my third day into this experience. Concerned that there were zero non-white contributors, I scoured the list of group members and found pages and pages of people with African and Southeast Asian images and names – who had never participated in the group at all and seemed, to all intents and purposes, to be fake accounts. They were a front for the UK natives to spout their vitriolic race-hatred could flourish unbounded. The penny dropped that this was the real underbelly of the ordinary natives of Great Britain: their race hatred had flourished throughout the decades, and been passed down through the generations. It did not begin with Brexit.

The attacks on me by members of the FB group became more personal and direct. Seven days later, I decided to write my first post. I informed the group that in many cases their names, when translated into Asian languages, have explicit toilet meanings; and that they, like the rest of the animal world, have disgusting body odour, bad breath and stinky homes. In fact, if they were to meet an honest South-east Asian, this person would tell them that the average European’s freshly-washed smell is like sick.

Well, I could not believe it, my post disappeared. I inquired about what had happened to it. Terrance Ward, one of the group administrators, wrote back: ‘Didn’t you get the message?’ ‘What message is that?’ I asked in all innocence. I had been blocked. Given that the FB group was advertised as an adult, no-holds-barred humour group and its members posted the same, why block me when I had suffered a whole gambit of racial, cultural, religious and dietary abuse?

I left it there, trying to see the funny side of the group’s hypocrisy. My last exchange with them was on 13th October 2017.

Since then, I and my 70 yr old sister have suffered an onslaught of race-hate intimidation, leaving both of us in no doubt that we, and especially me, are going to be killed. The type of race-hate that was the norm in the 1960s is alive and well in our locality. All the Anglo-Saxons of our area check out the car when we are out driving, then the car registration number, and me with my white turban. In the initial days following the final denouncement of my FB group experience, a volley of venomous racial abuse spewed from their mouths. The underlying violent intent was immediately evident, and required only a trigger to be unleashed.

We reported the matter to the police. They noted the details of our case and our genuine belief that we are going to be murdered. The local community police officers contacted us subsequently, and set in motion the requisite procedures.

Like all people, our days follow a set itinerary. It is incredibly easy to log our movements and target us. Thus, regardless where we travel in our locality we are targeted. They, the rednecks, work in teams via multimedia mobile phones: logging the time they see us, they pass the message onwards about the direction we’re traveling, and as soon as we reach a certain landmark another two lookouts are already there waiting to check us out and pass the information further down the line. This has now translated into the message going out to a collective and who-so-ever thereafter notices us feeds back our movement information.

We take photos of them, and their car registrations numbers. WE HAVE THE NAMES AND PHOTOS OF THE CONTRIBUTORS FROM THE FACEBOOK GROUP “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS, AND GREAT GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN”… AND WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO PUT THESE ONLINE ACROSS SEVERAL MEDIA SITES IN ORDER TO OUT THESE RACIST PSYCHOPATHS.

Now, the question for Anglo-Saxons is this: If you, the indigenous can dish out racist toilet humour then how come you guys can’t take it?

All of a sudden the British bulldogs have turned into pussies? Integration and tolerance means verbal abuse is a two-way street. But for you Anglo-Saxons it just seems to mean that you get to rant, rave, and blame ‘others’ for everything without showing any modicum of maturity. You dish out abuse but can’t take the truth that comes your way. And an inferiority complex and low self-esteem leads you to kill rather than accept that, to others, perhaps your names do reference toilet habits, and you do smell.

You’re a race of psychopaths.

The media who represent you – e.g. The Daily Mail, The Daily Express and a selection of LBC radio presenters – should do the honourable thing for once and publicly announce what you and they really believe: that integration is bullshit (before returning to their usual racial venom).

Because real integration means that if you’re going to indulge in degrading racial abuse towards others, you have to accept the same back.

Bandi Chor – Divali

Until very recently, the late 20th century to be exact, Divali was celebrated by Sikhs in the same manner as Hindus. Divali, in fact, is a very old tradition that pre-dates the Vedas – recalling a time where Arya, coming from India, had dominion over the planet and indeed the solar system.

So it was deeply saddening to see ardent Sikhs desperate to make the Hindu (Indian) government see sense, and stop them labeling everyone a Hindu…a term which is now publicly acknowledged by Hindu academics to be a far worse pejorative than the ‘N’ word of north America, as it was used by Arabs and Persians to denote dwellers of old India prior to and after its conquest.

That the federal states of the Arya landmass stretched from Iceland to Moscow and from the top of Scandinavia to the north of Africa, and incorporated countless countries, languages, cultures, and independent histories that at times have been interwoven, does not mean that Hindus can now claim all dwellers within the artificial federal collective are Hindu…as if retrospectively adding Sikhs into the Hindu mix could repair the latter’s utter lack of self-worth and add a glamorous component.

It is the Hindu lack of self-worth that has led the Hindu Government to insist that Sikh marriage is a Hindu ceremony, and that Sikh culture, linguistics, rites, rituals, spirituality and divinity are Hindu too. It is insulting, abusive, and hurtful, and irrational to claim that my unique separate identity makes me a Hindu.

Therefore, speaking from a platform of free education and unfettered by Sikh material research, I can fully understand the Sikh demand for separation from the Hindu Government. Just to avoid the pain of being labelled Hindu, Sikhs have developed an entirely new – incorrect – calendar, attached to a solar cycle that utterly goes against the writing of their Guru Granthsahibji.

In their bid to escape the stigma of false identification as Hindu, Sikhs have also evolved a separate Divali festival. Divali for Sikhs now stands for freedom from oppression and incarceration. It has become rooted in the story of an illegally incarcerated person’s selfless demand to accept amnesty only if the same were extended to his fellow political prisoners. His jailor agreed that anybody who could hold on to his clothing would be freed along with him.

The innovative Sikh prisoner requested fresh clothes to wear ahead of his release from his lengthy prison sentence. His fellow Sikhs arrived with a newly sewn coat, which as his fellow prisoners gathered to bid him farewell they were encouraged to hold onto. Fifty-two prisoners were thus granted freedom.

How was this possible?

The Sikh prisoner requested that fifty-two very long tails be sewn into the coat’s natural design.

This Sikh is non other than the sixth Sikh Guruji, Guru Hargobindji; and his jailor Emperor Jahangir. The fifty-two prisoners released with him were royal heads of states. Some of their descendants went on to play a pivotal behind-the-scenes role in India’s independence.

The prison where Guruji was held was located in a garrison town called Gwalior, about 800km south of Amritsar. His journey back to Amritsar would have taken him anywhere from 80 to 100 days, whether on horseback or on foot. He would have traversed a mostly jungle- but also hilly terrain, marked by dirt roads in the best case scenario; and his entourage would have swelled and dwindled along the way, as it passed through various villages and towns.

Guruji’s estimated arrival in Amritsar would have been mid to late January. The event itself would have been marked with a comprehensive diva-lit welcome as was, and remains, the tradition of India.

Thus, for Sikhs, Divali is a longer event than just a one day festival. It begins at Divali as we generally know it, and culminates on the night of Guruji’s arrival at Darbarsahibji, Amritsar – a date which the panth through its research must eventually decide upon, and which will in future years herald the end of the Sikh celebrations of Divali.

Sikh Turban, Women & Dasam Granth

The turban of old signified authority, supreme evolved thought, balanced judicial judgment, chivalry, integrity, gallantry, graciousness, politeness, honesty, and deference to higher authority and thought.

In the same way that the system of female global leadership, supported by male life-partners, fell into disarray, so the prestige of the turban fell from grace… until the Sikh elite (the Khalsa) was formed and made to bear secular responsibility.

Following the last evolutionary realignment, seers and sants were unequivocally instructed to shed their aloof dispositions, and instead live their lives of advanced awareness while also fully participating in the secular world, lest their spiritual progress be permanently stopped. This strata of the secular sant is embodied in the Khalsa – the elite of advanced awakening.

The first five Khalsa were beheaded. They lay prone, until Guriji fused together heads and bodies (not in their original configurations, it should be noted) and administered amrit, produced and infused with female energy via Mataji. The beheaded came back to life. But they were not yet invested with the ethical responsibility required of them and that was to be part of their hyphenated secular-spiritual existence moving forward.

The investiture of secular roles and responsibilities for the Khalsa came in the form of the five articles of faith. The first of these, unshorn hair, signifies creation, which is protected and celebrated by the five-metre long male turban and the three-metre long female chunni. The male turban and the female chunni are therefore one and the same.

The turban signals to others that the wearer is ready to defend and protect the weak and oppressed; and women need only wear the turban if no men are available to carry out their responsibility, and only in a context of war and hand-to-hand combat.

For a woman to wear a turban outside of these conditions is an insult to men; it questions the latter’s capacity to fulfill their secular responsibility and it casts aspersions on their valour.

‘Educated’ Sikhs, however, have argued that the turban may be worn by women as well as men. Indeed, they positively demand this ‘freedom’, stating that Guruji instructs the very same. Their claim refers to a poem written by one of the Gurujis. Now, poems as we know are full of metaphor and allegory. They are artistic productions in which poets – like the particular Guruji noted here, who wrote fluently in five languages – take liberties with language to produce certain lyrical and rhythmic effects. And when rendering this in multiple languages… well, we all know the innate untranslatability of words across different languages… then the task becomes one of reaching for a sense and meaning that fits with that language.

So, those who call upon the particular poem in question here to support their claim and ‘right’ for females to wear the male turban, and who see in the poem an injunction to do so, in fact see nothing of the poem beyond their own imperfect interpretation – itself a dynamic product of their individual, social, cultural, political and ideological milieu. To fully know the poem, they really ought in fact to master poetry and the five languages in which Guruji wrote – leaving their own literal reading of the poem, which reflects nothing more than their own desires, at the door.

An important point here: the poem is attributed to a particular Guruji despite being penned in a language whose vocabulary and syntax made use of diacritical marks that post-date the Guruji. This along with several individual theses, pothis and books was eventually brought together into a single volume in 1890. This volume is the Dasam Granth. It contains Jaap Sahibji and Benti Chaupeeji – both of which are inaccurately attributed to Guru Gobind Singhji. These poems (for they are not banis) were subsequently integrated into morning and evening Sikh prayers – confusing and needlessly so.

The alleged poetry by Guru Gobind Singhji forms part of the Dasam Granth and sits side by side with poetry that embellishes eroticism, including BESTIALITY, along with five extremely erotic practices written in detailed pornographic terms alongside mantric and tantric material (which would include kundalini yoga). The entire volume appeals neatly to those within Hinduism who are on the cusp of leaving it in dissatisfaction, and who are mesmerised by the pure subjective Sikhism of Sri Guru Granth Sahibji. And in this volume, long hair or a full untrimmed beard is not a prerequisite; however, ‘keski’ the smaller under-turban, is sanctioned. Based on this misinterpretation contained in Dasam Granth indication is apparently given to wear a turban as one of the five Ks instead of hair – or so it is argued by the likes of the Akhand Kirtani Jatha amongst others. In that case, bestiality is also acceptable, is it?

It is a red herring to assume that the term ‘Dasam’ invokes Guru Gobind Singhji’s authorship of the material contained therein. Sikhs have been thrown, and erroneously shepherded, into this assumption because the word is associated with the number 10, and of course Guru Gobind Singhji was the tenth Guruji. Not wishing to dishonour the elaborate work of Dasam Granth, the Sikh hierarchy gave the publication respect, as they would any other scripture. This accommodation then became the platform for the dissatisfied exiting Hindus into Sikhism to argue in favour of the alleged poems of Guru Gobind Singhji to be formally included into the mainstream Sikh prayers.

One has to consider the period in which this took place. Sikhs had faced an almost total wipeout, with more than forty percent of its population killed during two encounters against an overwhelming army. Thus, any new recruits into Sikhism were positively welcomed, and they held sway. It was a pivotal moment, therefore, when compromises were made including acknowledging the alleged poem – that is the crux of the argument by those favouring female turban-wearing – by Guru Gobind Singhji as a formal bani. In the case of Jaap Sahibji and Benti Chaupeeji, once these attained bani status their integration into formal morning and evening prayers was a mere formality. Unfortunately, until Sikh authority does not officially rescind the Dasam Granth banis to their original status as poetry, their controversial use and attribution remains.

Reverting….

The second point: the saddest part is loyalty to a thought, and inability to give up a cherished ideal, such as that of the under-turban as the formal arbiter of Sikh identity.

Additionally, why, I ask (up to this moment in time), are Sikh women using a literal (mis)reading of a poem to configure their self-worth around the right to wear the turban in place of the chunni, or even – as is happening – underneath it? Why adopt a form of purdah whose removal Guru Nanakdevji was pivotal in championing along with other freedoms and respect for women?

Guru Nanakdevji successfully championed the thought that only a free and trusted woman was capable of giving birth to a child born into freedom of thought and freedom from a slave mentality. Indeed, only with a woman’s permission could a child, especially a boy, be born. He maintained that women, of all races, ought to be responsible for their own sexuality and sense of sexual integrity. He impressed upon Sikhs that men had possessions, and women belongings; and that no man possessed the women in his life, but that they belonged to these women.

Guru Nanakdevji impressed about Sikhs that man is answerable to woman, not the other way around. It may often look like women take a back seat in public and let men run the show; but in Sikhism, ultimate authority lies with women.

So, why, I ask as a Gursikh who takes pride in dressing as chicly as possible, do exquisitely beautiful Sikh women feel the need to emulate men, and forego their natural beauty as women?

The very purdah that Guru Nanakdevji fought to bring you out of, you are now throwing back in his face. You are hell-bent on assuming the Muslim woman’s head-to-toe covering – yet, the Sikh fought to free women in India from slavery and from the religious injunctions of successive empires. Now, living in a free land, you chuck the valour and deaths of your ancestors back into their faces.

In times to come, medical procedures will make surgically attached fully-functioning penises available – will you demand those too, in order to feel fully human? It is not Sikhism which maintains gender inequality – but you are using Sikhism as the battleground for fighting the hierarchies and inequalities of the world around you…. and unfairly so.

Look to Sikhism. Understand that therein women are regarded as life’s teachers; men as life’s students. A man, having reached the highest echelons of inner awareness possible for man, can only aspire to the next layer of progress if he is born into the female phenomena. That is, man has to be born as woman in order to evolve further. This is a highly simplified version of a deeply complex, sometimes contradictory and confusing system, so I am keeping it simple… but consider this: religion tends to focus on men rather than on women, on teaching men of the faith rather than women.

As I said: women are life’s teachers; men, life’s students.

And yet, here you are – so many of you Sikh women today – fighting for a right to be like your men, when you’re already so much more advanced than them. But, go on, please, trample over all the hard-won struggles of your forbears in the Sikh faith, seek out turbans today, penises tomorrow.

Sister/Brother responsibility, India style: “RAKHRI”

Psychically, women are superior to men and embody considerateness, forgiveness, and tolerance. However, at the conscious level – a level that cannot unmask the psychic layer – it is the brute strength of man that dominates. Men are rustic, manual, multi-dimensionally unskilled, emotionally limited, and bereft of inter-personal skills

Thus, in marriage and cohabitation, whether arranged or love-based, women always accommodate male intrusion and direction.

The situation is more marked for young girls who are married off. A young girl married off into a new setting, a new environment, a new family structure is at the bottom of that family’s pecking order in every way. She is, to all intents and purposes, defenceless and powerless.

To balance this inequality, a mature thought-based mechanism was put in place, whereby a woman’s opinions and thoughts could be represented by a male who had known her since childhood. The person had to be from her age group, and was usually her brother or her first male cousin.

The brother, acting both as his sister’s representative, and as his father’s ambassador, would appeal to his sister’s in-laws. If the appeal fell on deaf ears, then the woman’s paternal uncle’s would make the representation instead. And if that failed, then her father came and spoke privately to her husband’s father to resolve matters.

Representations and interventions by a woman’s paternal uncle signaled that the matter was serious. For her father to get directly involved signaled that the matter was nigh-on intransigent and insurmountable.

The role of the brother in assuming his sister’s or cousin-sister’s welfare is, by contrast, part of everyday social relationships. He counters his brother-in-law’s physical threat, safeguards his sister, acts as the link between two families, and assumes a critical role and set of observational responsibilities towards the welfare, rights and education of his sister’s children.

The day that commemorates this responsibility is called Rakhri, or Rakhari, or Raksha.

On this day, a sister ties a thick, symbolic, coloured cotton thread on her brother’s right wrist, and she feeds him barfi – a sweet made from milk, ghee, and honey/sugar. He in response, promises to protect and safeguard her interests in the coming year.

Originally, the promise took the form of a promissory note. In time, this was replaced by a nominal amount of money.

By the way, it is worth noting that Rakhri is not a Hindu festival. It is and always was a global, communal, mature, ancient festival that pre-dates the advent of Vedic concept.

The annual gesture of acknowledgement and promise, by sister and brother, indicates divine ethos and humanity. Arguably, a culture that finds such gestures inimical to their own belief degrades their own humaneness and divine connection. So, I ask those of you who are anti-brother/sister celebration of Rakhri – which this year took place on 7th August – what exactly is your problem???

Reflections on proposed caste discrimination legislation: or ‘What is this thing called caste?’

The question I put to the British parliament is this; Why is her Majesty and the entire stratum she occupies not included in the proposed caste law, and why is it limited to race and aimed only at South Asians as it is currently tabled?

The Merriam-Webster dictionary definitions of caste are as follows:

  • One of the hereditary social classes in Hinduism that restrict the occupation of their members and their association with members of other castes.
  • A division of society based on differences in wealth, inherited rank, or privilege, profession, occupation or race.
  • The position conferred by caste standing.
  • A system of rigid social stratification characterized by hereditary status, endogamy, and social barriers sanctioned by custom, law, or religion.

My argument:

Please read Caste, Class and Community in India: An Ethnography Approach by Balmurli Natrajan (William Paterson University).

The article’s argument supports my view that we are confusing class/economic distinctions with caste, such that the economic status of social groups is being projected onto, and even conflated with, social caste.

The fact is that like-minded social groups gel and function together as they have intimate nuanced understanding that cannot be accessed by other groups. To put it another way: we humans are neither psychologically nor socially identical, and do not share the same life experiences. This does not, at least in various Indian cultures, emerge as prejudice but is rather a form of snobbishness verging at times on hostility.

Precisely because of this, it makes sense therefore that individual social groups practice social endogamy and establish their own kinship clubs – Gurdwaras are a case in point. And they should be encouraged in doing so.

My point is that caste is a paradigm encased in structured cosociality rather than in subjugation and unequal power relations.

(And if we are talking about the latter, it is worth noting that I have repeatedly experienced rejection by well-to-do so-called lower castes – which blows apart the idea that oppression works in one direction only!)

The problem with the proposed legislation against caste discrimination is that it is embedded in the notion that caste is a form of unequal class/economics relations. It simply does not recognise the cosociality of caste as a valid, necessary and comforting form of in-group identity.

But consider this: in playgroups, babies can clearly be seen exhibiting strong likes and dislikes towards each other; they congregate in like-minded groups. Who taught them such prejudice? No-one. We human-animals psychologically attach ourselves to, and associate and intermingle with like minds.

This is not prejudice. What precisely it is, we have yet to sort out.

Now, for those who say caste as practiced today – in the form of class/economic inequality and hostility – is a historical phenomenon within South Asian societies… go learn your history!

Buddhism, Sikhism and Vedism in earlier times – before Bharat lost her substantial lands and succumbed to successive periods of colonization – did not apply caste divisions as we understand them today.

Indeed, caste division is not ‘Indian’ at all. It began in the west as a form of rigid social organisation whereby people were not permitted to work outside the occupational bandwidths set by the state, as happening to trades people in the United States. The Roman Empire relied on this to protect itself from implosion. Thus, caste refers in this sense to established western practices of restricting people to certain occupational domains, which restricted them socially and economically.

Such casteism continues to operate in the west today, as a cursory examination of recent English history illustrates. The cost of moving beyond the barriers of one’s caste was experienced by King Edward VIII when he deigned to marry Wallis Simpson – he had to abdicate. Even Prince Charles was not permitted to marry at will, but was shepherded into a marriage of convenience.

All of this is not to say that caste is not an aspect of Indian cultures. But as I noted earlier, it was certainly not a feature of earlier Buddhist, Sikh or Vedic societies, especially not in the western form of restricting people to particular occupational bandwidths.

Originally, in Bharat, children were given into the care of faith-teachers whose task was to find the appropriate occupation and role of their wards, and to encourage them to fulfil that. So, a farmer’s child with artisan skills would be encouraged in that direction, while the child of unskilled workers would move into farming if they exhibited the abilities for such work. It followed that people did not necessarily follow in their parents’ footsteps; they moved across groupings freely based on their skills-set.

It also follows that parents did not prize financial solvency when looking for life-partners for their children, rather they laid greater store by a prospective son- or daughter-in law’s capacity to manage their affairs responsibly and maturely.

However, older western societies have come to exert a strong influence on the modern construct that is Hinduism, which is itself the product of a socio-political revolution against the perceived rigidities of Vedic practices. Ironically, Hindusim has curated the kind of casteism for which the whole of India has become renowned, and which it erroneously embraces as an inalienable and intrinsic aspect of itself.

Consequently, we forget that caste refers to a bandwidth of in-group intimacies that in fact have been vital in enabling the successful transnational flow of people. Sikhs and others who moved to East Africa or to the United Kingdom were intrepid aspirants, but they were only able to ease the isolation that migration brings by congregating with others who shared their language, diet, rites and rituals, and who could advise them of local mores and provide a network of support.

Against the cosociality that caste traditionally referred to in older Indian societies and cultures, is the highly stratified system of difference which it exhibits in the west and which we forget to call out because we are so busy misunderstanding and denigrating our own eastern cultural heritages and practices.

And if we are in doubt as to the rigid boundaries that caste builds in the modern western world, let’s consider how our kids from North America and England emerge from university with degrees – equipping them to practice some trade or other, but which actively preclude them from switching trade or following another occupational strand. For that, they have to go right back to university and re-train, and get re-certified.

The same restrictions apply ofcourse to trades-people. Since the emphasis is on economic security and socio-economic mobility, very few people get to change occupational track despite showing flair and having accumulated skill-sets that make them ideal for jobs other than those they’ve been certified to do. The moral degeneracy of this situation is that it stratifies people, restricting them ‘to their own kind’. Yet, when they embody such stratification and hierarchy, we call them out and propose anti-caste legislation. When the system itself enforces this, why blame the people for imbibing it?!

And to what degree will anti-caste legislation be enforced? Will Gurdwaras have to provide a register of how many people of other castes (cosocial cultural groupings, as they themselves see it) attend in order to stay on the right side of the law? What counts as discrimination? Will I, as somebody who has repeatedly experienced discrimination from so-called lower castes, be safe-guarded and be able to pursue my case under law?

Will the British monarchy be allowed to continue to exist in its closed forms, while the average person on the street gets vilified for belonging to a group they know intimately and feel a sense of support, security and belonging with?

Clearly, I am missing the point of the anti-caste legislation, because it feels to me very much like a stick with which to beat Indians. And the best thing is, we Indians are culpable in this, because we know nothing of our own history or that of caste as a phenomenon.

Manufacturing fear

This essay was written in January 2015 after the French terrorist attack on satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo, in which 22 died and a further 17 were injured. The core of the essay is easily transposed onto the terrorist events at Manchester Arena in May 2017.

For your information please google Wikipedia for the following:

i. List of terrorist incidents in France from 1800 to present day

ii. List of terrorist incidents in Great Britain

You will be shocked at the sheer scale of terror activities listed in Great Britain from 1960s to present day. It is as if we in the UK are living in a war zone, where Islamists are but pin-prick amateurs.

Over the course of the past few days Paris, France has experienced terror at the hands of five people. These included two brothers, an associate of theirs and his wife, and a teenager who initially drove the car for the two brothers. A few weeks earlier, in another mindless terror attack, grown men – probably fathers themselves – gunned down and killed innocent children and teachers at a school in Pakistan.

To make sense of the islamist terror attacks, I need to take you back in time, to Jerusalem.

A guy named Hazrat Muhammad was taking his locality by storm. (The Sufis – mystics beyond faith – were coerced and compelled into joining Hazrat’s movement). Hazrat himself was a psychic-medium of excellent quality, albeit not advanced in the awareness layer. His aim was to secure for the wandering caravan people of his time, people without limitation or boundary, a shared identity that would bind its members without them falling by the wayside or preventing them converting to religion. His community up to that point had a fluid conception about what passed for ritual and religion, as did Sufism until it was brought into the Mohammedan faith under force, duress or necessity. Then Sufism too became rigid and inflexible as time went on.

Hazrat’s vision for a central identity required that someone contrive a book of rules, basic tenets, to help guide a fledgling sect as it transformed into a society hoping to realise a dream. So, he penned his ideas.

In old India (Aryadesh) each aspirant announcing their inner awakening attended one of several centres of advanced learning (e.g. Varanasi) to test their theory, idea and concept. At these centres they were ridiculed, abused, called names, verbally attacked, or beaten, and imprisoned. These centres were the place where you either made your mark or failed. In Hazrat’s time, cities of advanced awareness existed in Tashkant in Uzbekistan, Baghdad in Iraq, and Tehran in Iran; whereas Kabul in Afghanistan and Bishkek in Kyrgyzstan were too far out. Lesser known cities of advanced awareness also existed in areas we now call Jordan, Abu Dhabi, Lebanon, Syria, Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain, Oman – countries which were invented by the British, in conjunction with the French, after the defeat of the Ottoman Empire. As Makkah was nearer to Jerusalem, Hazrat headed to Jerusalem to test his ideals for a new kind of society.

The Hebrews, also known as Yahu-be, held sway in Jerusalem, and looked down on the nomadic communities, in about the same attitude and manner in which Untouchables in India are viewed. Hebrews were of the opinion that culture and civilisation stemmed from them, as did the Europeans much later with their belief that human civilisation began in some cave in France. Both were flummoxed when faced with evidence contrary to that belief; but their modern weaponry meant the locals of the new countries into which the Europeans ventured allowed the debate to rest in the latter’s favour. In the same way, Australian aborigines with their dream-time were and are to this day laughed at by Europeans, when in fact the aborigines are talking of actual facts of a bygone time and series of events; similarly, the Sikh in India are dismissed as wholly wrong along with their Sikh scriptures. And Hebrews in Jerusalem dismissed the caravan communities around them as a backward sub-human community.

Hazrat faced an uphill struggle to get his book stamped and accepted as a base guideline for his people’s development. Like all newcomers, Hazrat was badly treated. In fact very badly…

Allow me to digress for one moment…

Hebrew history has many a distortion to fact. Globally, we are told one Hebrew played a pivotal role in crucifying another Hebrew. In fact, the latter was a married man with two wives and several children, who retained regal authority and left the area. His family traveled through Europe and settled along the way, with some subsequently reaching Scandinavia. At each place they became the region’s rulers.

Oft quoted books, the Torah and New Testament, written by lawyers who were part of the religious elite as well as the homeopaths of the day, rewrote history and slotted in the argument of crucifixion in order to carry weight and secure pity in establishing their own creed. A creed based on victimisation and forgiveness, in which truth was, and is, a necessary casualty. Moreover, in fact, the tribal nature of the Hebrew people is evident in the manner Christianity evolved specifically, as a tool and vehicle of genocide laced in intolerance. Mirroring Hebrew idealism, Islam spews the same fanaticism. The Israel of today exhibits openly its intolerance and its use of the victim card. However, as a Sikh I have to accept and defend the Hebrew peoples’ right to behave and express their emotions as they see fit.

Back to Hazrat…

Hazrat was on a losing streak to begin with. Encouraged to convert and become Hebrew, he declined. His people had always suffered at the hands of the elite, as happens the world over to this day, so his refusal did not go down too well. To cut a long story short, Hazrat, a very sincere and determined fellow rewrote his book twice in order to appease the temple stalwarts in Jerusalem. Each time, the hierarchy found reasons to withhold approval. So, Hazrat re-worked his book yet again, but this time just left amongst his own people.

Hazrat’s initial writing is lost, or its pages eaten away by paper mites; whatever the reason, his initial book no longer exists. What we now have is interpretation, based on personal assumptions and concepts, of what the author wrote and meant. And the interpretation itself has several schools of thoughts in any case. Eventually, a newer book was devised; but the scions, stoked by compelling interpretation and infighting, turned to the kind of radical and polarized position we witness in Islam today. We read a reactionary set of rules of do’s and don’ts.

But Islam is not the only faith to have reinvented itself some time after the demise of its founder.

Buddhism has also divided itself into two opposing groups over the interpretation of its initiator’s original writings, which have been lost in antiquity. Furthermore, a third trend has evolved over time to include women as a separate independent entity wrapped in the hue that presents itself as original ethos Buddhism.

For further proof of how faiths have diverged from their original conception we can study Sikhism. Less than two hundred years after its establishment, it had three veins running and co-existing simultaneously. The fracture is papered over, but the division remains. One of the veins, the Namdhari Sikh movement, are like the later day European Christians who cobbled together a mixture of Celtic nature worship (a Brahma worship identical to Vedic ‘Hindu’ ritual) and Christian ethos, resulting in the confused notion of Christmas, and ‘new year’.

The Namdharis pay full respect to the Sikh scriptures, but interweave it with their own Brahmic, nature-based ritual. A further Sikh division evokes another fanatical aspect: revolving around the baptised Sikh. This new ‘sect’ is a group of angry people of both genders, who view all other Sikhs with disdain and contempt. The group is so fanatical that the women of this ‘sect’ wear turbans, mimicking the men, as if without that turban they would be denied their identity as Sikh. They also have a version of heaven, where their concept of heaven does not really exist, but the symbolism remains in their mind.

This new ‘sect’ within Sikhism in time will become intolerant of all other Sikhs, resulting in a massive fracture within Sikhism if emotions are not controlled. Their idea of meditation is repeatedly shouting a selection of mystical words from the Sikh scriptures. The energised, angry shouting depletes their bio-system of oxygen, and they experience the lack of oxygen as the experience of a deeper connection. They give me the hardest time, such that I refrain from visiting a gurdwara when I know they are going to be present in large numbers. It is simply not worth the argument, nor the hassle to get involved with their ‘awareness’ as they call it.

The study of how Sikhs are evolving gives us a very good insight in how faiths in general, and Islam in particular, developed.

Reverting…

The Quran is a product of the ignorance of a Hebrew hierarchy that was so frightened by Hazrat and by the deep and dangerous purity of his original work, they had to find a way to stop its publication, lest Hebrews converted in droves. The powers that be assumed the masses were gullible and stupid. They were not; they had enough common sense to work out a position for themselves.

But the Hebrew hierarchy, regardless in which area of society it lords over, even to this day deems us stupid. Yet, no one ever studies this disease, stupidity, with which you and I are apparently contaminated, as an aspect or characteristic of the very elites that rule us!

Reverting to France…We are supposed to accept that individuals associated with the Charlie Hebdo attack secured their weapons and bullets using units of mass communication, and that the authorities had no idea?

What nonsense.

The entire drama is an exercise by the spooks who build into the equation collateral damage (people dying), as we witnessed during the Sydney mess. Innocent humans will die; in fact they have to die in order to instill fear of what a terrorist can do.

In France, however, the French over-refined the drama, and miscalculated. They knew the gunmen were heading to the head office of magazine Charlie Hebdo. They arranged a Muslim police officer to confront them. Now, go and do some basic research about how many of the French police are Muslim. Not many. Yet we are to believe that on that day, at that time, a Muslim police officer was at hand to confront the two brothers?

How convenient.

Then, the next day, during the next incident an ethnic police officer just happened to run into one of the group, and she got herself killed.

And the chance of two Muslims police officers getting killed in such a situation?

Guys, you and I have a better chance of scooping the lottery than these two events having two Muslims, or ethnic officers, facing an armed gunman – gunmen whom the spooks of all NATO countries, the ANZAC countries, and good old Mossad, would have been following in minute detail.

I know from experience that our house is ‘visited’ virtually each time we leave home. They go through our entire house room by room, and cupboard by cupboard. Am I supposed to accept that the houses of these guys were not ‘visited’? I know from experience that spooks in the UK also use illegal Indians who are trying to gain permanent residence in the UK to trail us if we are in a predominantly Asian area.

What has happened in Sydney and Paris is that the spooks and the governments knew beforehand about the events, but the French screwed matters by deploying Muslim police officers to confront the gunmen in both the Paris incidents. They also were of the opinion that the gunmen in the first incident would not get access into the building. They thought an armed confrontation would take place on the street resulting in the death of the Muslim police officer. Then the main armed response unit would arrive and take out the two brothers.

Err, it backfired big time.

The brothers had a rocket launcher and it seems an arsenal of weapons. Where and how were these obtained? As I know, my family and I cannot breathe without the spooks’ knowledge. In fact, we purchased five extension leads with individual switches in order to better control electrical units plugged into them. These extension leads were to replace 15 year old extension leads. And guess what? The UK police harassed us for weeks after that purchase. So do not tell me that these guys were able to secure heavy duty arms and the spooks did not track each and every (cash) purchase. What next, these guys are going to purchase a tank and the authorities are going to tell us they knew nothing of the fact?

We are endlessly told how each keystroke of our computer is monitored, and each phone call listened to in real time. So please, we may be the ordinary people, but we aren’t stupid.

We will mob-protest one day, and insist that Israel give Palestine people their independence, and not use the area as a shooting gallery or an open prison camp. We will insist that European powers leave the Arabs to their own arguments and devices. What they do in their own back yard is none of our business. Our ordinary lives have enough pressures. We do not need to be used as cannon fodder by the spooks who seek additional funds to secure a better pension plans for themselves.

But will things change?

Not a hope in hell.

At times, I wonder: would Hazrat, the Great Prophet, have written his theory and handed that ‘awakening reason’ to the caravan dwellers, if he had known of the manifesting result?

What he initially wrote was deep indeed, it still is in a few passages; but unfortunately, to understand the depth one also needs depth. You do not climb a cloud-enveloped snow-covered mountain whilst lying on the ground in the valley looking up at its peak.

Religion is a tad more complicated.

Bhindrawale: an alternative view

‘The Sikhs are the only race, that I know of, who sacrificed their own nationhood in order to free the non-Sikh population of India from more than one thousand years of humiliation, subjugation and occupation at the hands of not just one but two (Semitic) Empires. They did so having fought for and secured their own independence as a nation under Islam rule more than 200 years earlier.’ Avtar

For you to appreciate this hard-hitting essay I need to explore, examine, and briefly lay bare what is a Sikh.

It is a misnomer that being born into a practicing Sikh family makes you a Sikh. Certainly, children practice the rites and ritual of Sikhi. But that is learned behaviour. Even when mimicking their elders, and perhaps even aspiring to be a proper Sikh through such mimicry, children are not Sikh in the metaphysical sense.

A Sikh, as I have written countless times, is a strata above the realm of advanced Sants, Svamis, Sufis, and Saints. A sant is one who has absolute mastery over the psychic realm. A Sikh is responsible for the welfare of the sant realm.

At the times of, and attendant in seva to, the ten Sikh Gurus, (and due to the high originality of advanced innovation), a Sikh was an unbelievably calm pacifist, who, when required, would to lay to rest a repeat killer. The Sikhs of those times never had need to raise their voice. Their psychic bearing and presence was enough.

Bear in mind, in those times artificial voice projecting apparatuses such as the megaphone and later the mic and loudspeaker system, had not yet been developed. So, an orator of that period, regardless of faith, literally had to shout to get his message across. Shouting behaviour has not died, in India at least. People there seem to forget that they are using microphones, and can therefore speak gently. The screaming and shouting automatically raises one’s blood pressure, heightens one’s nervous system activity, and leads to a tensed physiology, which renders one primed for a physical confrontation. The person sounds and behaves assertively.

Another problem of the birth-Sikhs is that they are reared on stories of historical events that highlight bravery, courage, chivalry, and heroism. These are stories of fighting the odds and succeeding, more often than not. However, the Sikh parent imparting such stories is themselves not a Sikh in its full reality, but like their child a Sikh by birth only. And therein lies the problem of Sikhism.

A Sikh is one who, coming from any faith, is the master of, and has hands-on responsibility for, those who are an authority over the so-called spiritual world. That was what separated the Sikhs of the Gurus from the faithful of all other faiths.

Only the best of the best, the most humble of the humble, found a way to be in the seva of the Sikh Gurus. Some attributes of a Sikh:

* An analyser, scrutiniser, and improver…of whatever they may confront

* Addressing every female as ‘Ma’am’ and treating every female with dignity, chivalry, and lack of misogyny

* Studies war tactics and stealth strategy

* Master of hand-arms combat

* Outmanoeuvers opponents strategically

* Sikh men/women are regarded as tender, passionate, sensual lovers by most South Asians

* Remain faithful and loyal to one partner

* Their word is sacrosanct

Only with the above clarity will you be able understand today’s essay.

Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale

According to web searches he was born Jarnail Singh Brar on 2nd June 1947, and he died on 6th June 1984 aged 37. Leader of Damdami Taksal, one of the five formal seats of Sikhism, he was an outspoken orator. He voiced the resentment of the ordinary Sikh about their betrayal by the Hindus: leading up to and even after India’s independence, the Hindus had promised a separate Sikh nation; they reneged on this promise.

His popularity stemmed from his insistence that the faithful remain vigilant, and abide by the high requirements of the elite Sikhs, the Khalsa. Like the majority of Sikhs, he saw the events of bygone times through rose-tinted glasses, rather than accepting that society has always been a multi-spectrum of misfits who dally with idealism and bemoan the failures of others.

The majority of Sikh ‘leaders’ increasingly fail to appreciate what it takes to become a Sikh, and that there are unbelievably high standards of advanced knowledge required to progress into the Khalsa realm. The same was true of Bhindranwale, except that in his case his heart was in the right place. Like other leaders, though, he was not advanced enough to recognise the what or the why that makes a Sikh and the Khalsa uniquely responsible and thus special.

An insight: The sublime is experienced by nearly all practicing Sikhs as a faith-right; however, collectively, it remains an unquantifiable realm. They are moved and ‘protected’ by this arena, but they are oblivious as to how best to describe its existence, or the experiences it yields.

He was precisely in the same boat as your average run-of-the-mill Sikh. Like them, he too sensed, but he could not explain the sensation.

He was a doer, a go-getter, one who could not sit still. He readily took a stance against anything or anyone whom he considered to have fallen from the excellence he thought all Sikhs should live by. Drugs, a hedonistic lifestyle, and irreverence for the image of the perceived Sikh status quo rankled him. His generation blamed all society’s ills on the wealth that Panjab enjoyed as the green, agricultural energy-field of India. Panjab literally fed, and to this day feeds, India. This brought prosperity.

Prosperity in tandem with zero pressure of either local wars or impending invasions, led to parents showering their children with monetary gifts hitherto unheard of in India. Sikhs were, and are, massively wealthy compared to the rest of the non-west European world. In fact, when I traveled the countries that were at that time locked behind the iron curtain almost twenty years after leaving Panjab, I was shocked to see those countries suffering from lower, weaker, almost non-existent infrastructure; and the local poverty was breathtakingly shocking even in comparison to the Panjab of twenty years earlier.

So, Panjab was wealthy. Wealthy enough to send members of their family to study abroad, and indeed to live abroad; these members in turn sending remittances back to the family village and home, thereby increasing the family’s earning and power-prestige further.

The handicap of wealth is improved health. Health, married to wealth, automatically childs conceit, self-importance and delusions of the self as an omnipotent being. Sikhs of his time suffered from the same disease of the avant-garde, technicolour palette of romanticism seducing monologue, with philosophies spiced with short-lived interactions with European industrial civilisation.

In a mixture of multi-complex rationales, he laced his oratory skills with the insistence that wealthy Sikhs ought to pressure their children towards the rites normally associated with a Sikh monastic lifestyle. Its conditions are so confusing to an outsider, especially when each male is meant to see each woman as his sister or mother, yet be anxiously prepared to marry one of these very women, and thereafter, to engage in and enjoy a full sexual life with her. It’s a case of heads I win, tails you cannot live a normal lifestyle, unless you marry. These rich kids, emasculated by the parental pressure he advocated, threw tantrums.

He, meanwhile, gained fame and popularity. For he constantly evoked age-old glories of sword-fighting, small hand-arms defence, and overcoming outrageous odds against trained armies of invaders, or indeed against ‘home grown’ newly settled Muslim rulers. He drew crowds. He spoke uncompromisingly, mired in passion as if he had returned fresh from sword-fighting and hand-to-hand combat. Sikhs so love tales of hand-to-hand combat against overwhelming odds…his popularity increased exponentially. However, he had never set a foot on a battlefield, and he had no formal or informal military and tactical training.

He was an orator, one who had the ability to inflame his audience. He evoked passions. His message stirred people. He became an irresistible force. This drew the attention of the politicians. However kitsch he appeared to seasoned politicians nevertheless he commanded a sizeable vote bank that they couldn’t ignore. So, his ego was massaged, and seduction-hypocrisy gained momentum. Everything has a price. He had a price. It was a matter of identifying that price and leveraging him into the politicians’ pocket.

His price?

A date with destiny, a reluctant delusion that he was ‘chosen’ to deliver respect, along with self-determination to Sikhs within the statehood of a collective India.

Expatriate Sikhs stoked, inflamed, and financially supported calls for an independent state named Khalistan (and not Panjab). I truthfully cannot recall him advancing that particular idea, but the theme of self-determination never left his lips. In reality, all he sought – and as is the demand of all Sikhs – was dignity via the fulfillment of a promise; and the honest barter of that promise made to Sikhs by Pandit Nehru and (Mohan Dass Gandhi) Mahatama Gandhi, in the days before India’s independence.

This set him on a collision course. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi stepped into the ring and offered a staged, well-practiced trade-off; stopping short of Sikh demands for the fulfillment of the Anandpur Sahib Resolution.

A dance of Shiva had begun.

Death was on the cards.

Each thought it would be the other’s.

The death drum gathered speed.

And he made one naive mistake after another. He miscalculated the world of politics. In fact, he had zero appreciation of politics. He did not understand that you cut a tree for firewood one day and the next day you stand on its stump delivering a speech pronouncing your credentials as an ecologist.

His lack of military service became evident in his utterances. He took the bait. He prepared to take on the might of the Indian army’s modern weaponry and tactics with his handful of men equipped with small arms weapons. He was neither a politician, nor a strategist or tactician. His popularity was based on his honesty, earnestness and frankness. He lacked guile. He lacked deceit. He lacked hypocrisy. He lacked cunning. What he said was what he meant. Wonderful attributes for a religious orator. But as a politician and military tactician he was a dead duck.

If he had had a cunning mind, then he would and could have instigated a war between Pakistan and India. This would have brought the Sikh regiments stationed far afield from Panjab back to the border with Pakistan, which in the main is shared by Pakistan and Panjab. Simultaneously, he would, on the quiet, have had his own followers present in various cities ready to occupy main-frame buildings; the armed occupation of which would have put him in control of mass broadcast, and of transportation, thereby causing maximum and immediate mayhem among the people. Thereafter, he could have incited the Sikh regiments to support his quest for the negotiation of the Anandpur Sahib Resolution from a position of reasonable strength. Just for the fun of creating discord and facilitating the possible breakup of India, Pakistan would have supported him to the hilt, politically and militarily.

However, he did what no Sikh army had done in Sikh history. He occupied the holy shrine of Amritsar not for its protection from an imminent attack but for sheltering in. After all, prior to his occupation Amritsar was under absolutely no threat from an imminent Indian army attack.

A majority of expatriate Sikhs were against his occupation of Amritsar. Yes, he had supporters, but they were a minority, albeit a vocal one.

The outcome?

A foregone conclusion.

A mere formality.

He totally played into the hands of the politicians.

The rest is history.

I witnessed the events here in the UK, and am shocked by how many of the people who ridiculed him at the time, including his lack of education, now address him as a glorified, proud, fearless Sikh General.

Yes, they call him General!

He was an innocent man, honest and sincere as the day is long. But a General? Are Sikhs really that desperate that they equate his tactics with those of a General? I absolutely will credit him with fearlessness, courage and strength of character. He did not sell himself short. But a General? Come on, please, you Sikhs can do better than that. Give him plaudits, but let us not get carried away with overly emotional praise either.

Having said that, for me as a Sikh, he gave me the one thing no one else had delivered up to that point.

Let me explain.

While traveling Europe I would come across veterans of the first and the second European war (1914-18 and 1939-45) who many a time would present themselves to me as admirers of the Sikh soldiers and battalion, and who would salute me as an orthodox young Sikh. Apart for these European war veterans, everyone else would confuse me for an Arab, Muslim or indeed a Hindu. I was never recognised as a Sikh.

Because of this sincere, honest, earnest Sikh preacher, today I am recognised globally as a Sikh, part of a nation of people who gave up their own kingdom, their country, in order to free India.

My nation, a people I am proud to call my own, the Sikhs, made a selfless sacrifice foregoing their own nation for the sake of securing freedom for what is now more than a billion people in India.

Yes, the ruling classes cheated us out of a promise. But that is the political Hindu for you. The citizen Hindu and Muslim of India, by contrast, categorically maintains that we do deserve our own statehood. I thank them for their support.

Yet in today’s India, the arrogance of some Hindu politicians is leading them to proclaim that all citizens of India are Hindus.

I once again want to remind them that ‘Hindu’ is neither a race nor a religion.

Hindi is a communal language of communication that slowly gathered momentum following its birth just over one hundred and fifty years after the establishment of Sikhism.

Hindi is like the fabled pan-European language Esperanto. Nothing more and nothing less.

And as for Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale: Sikhs, he was a seasoned preacher, a Giani. He was not a Sant in any shape or form. Please, let us not get over emotional about his credentials. Let us be sincere in our evaluation.

As a Giani, what he achieved for Sikhism is that which the best amongst us will never be able to emulate or attain. He gave me global recognition, a global presence. And, no, I do not accept the excuse that globally, in the age of the internet, race Europeans mistake me for a Muslim. The truth is that they hate me because of the colour of my skin – pure and simple. It is race and culture hatred that they exercise. And the easiest way to murder me is to call me a Muslim. Race Europeans are neither that ignorant nor that stupid that they cannot tell me apart from a Muslim. Exactly how many Muslims in the western world walk around with their traditional very loose cloth wound around their heads? I have only ever seen three in all my years of living in race European countries.

So, the fact that the world now views me as a Sikh must be credited entirely to this one, very basically educated, sincere orator/preacher, who merely wanted the dignity and self-esteem of the Sikhs to be respected by the Hindu Government – the very Hindus who until 1946 had been slaves in their own land for just a little over one thousand years.

Sikhs deserve their dignity and self-esteem to be respected by the Hindu Government of India.

And on the anniversary death of this preacher I hope and pray it will begin to accept a world where Sikhs, Muslims, Buddhist, Jains, Christians and Hindus can live in peace with each other in the land we now call India: as autonomous cultures, languages, heritages, and dignities that together protect our collective defence, economy and infrastructure as these exist now.

 

 

Collapse of Cultural Consistency

Minority cultures have always survived as an illusion of a balanced rational-protection extended by the majority. That is, the majority culture has always depicted minor culture as an independent rational entity, portraying its survival as the basis of a modern tolerant society. However, this is fundamentally and factually not true.

I will use Sikhs living in United Kingdom to illustrate the point.

Like the Gurkhas, Sikhs are intrinsically docile, peaceful, caring, thoughtful, hospitable, and accommodating. Their polite tolerance has led them to be used, abused, and taken advantage of. We saw this in India’s promises pre-independence, and we see it today in how they are treated in the UK and other western countries.

In the United Kingdom, Sikhs have repeatedly had their cultural identity and articles of faith downgraded to a point where their kirpan, which for spiritual reasons has to have a 9 inch blade, has systematically been reduced in length to a 6 inch blade. Furthermore, the wearer is refused entry aboard a commercial flight. The equally important instrument that every turban-wearing Sikh carries, namely a five inch blunt needle used to tuck back hair that escapes along the lower edge of the turban, is also not permitted on board commercial flights. By contrast, Indian airlines permit both these article of faith – the kirpan and tucking-needle – as part of the essential grooming kit of every male Sikh.

So, let’s examine some of the reasoning behind the constant abuse and meddling through which the British government denigrates Sikh lifestyle, cultural norms, and religious heritage.

The primary facilitator of these attacks on Sikhs is their own deep capacity for tolerance. They deem it impolite to protest openly and overtly, because they consider the opposition should be culturally civilised. However, if the other side refuses to see the value of the Sikhs’ initial reasoning then Sikhs (like Gurkhas) consider the other side to be emotionally retarded, mentally inadequate, culturally uncivilized, and allow the opposition to ride roughshod over them. Their opponents just think ‘well, that was easy’.

Democracy is founded on the concept that the minority’s wellbeing is an unquestionable right, and a civilisation that protects minority rights is considered enlightened and modern. However, in the United Kingdom, Sikhs have always experienced the opposite of this maxim.

Additionally, Sikhs often create their own problems because their lack of guile, scheming, cunning, and deceit repeatedly short-changes them.

I will share some recent examples to illustrate the point.

During March and April, Sikhs exercise a traditional and fundamental faith-rite of taking the Sri Gurugranthsahibji on a spiritual cleansing and purifying procession, called ‘Nagar Kirtan’, through the streets from one Gurdwara to another of a given town, or indeed circumambulating the local streets of a Gurdwara if it is the only one in the town. Over the past ten and more years, the advent of Sikh-run radio and television stations has given Sikhs a new-found freedom of speech platform. This has led eager, well-intentioned but untrained reporters, and equally well-intentioned but untrained editors to allow utterly thoughtless, ill-informed individuals to express their opinions on the public media platform.

One elderly rotund man who happened not to wear a turban and represented one of the Gurdwaras of Southall stated: ‘The event is not managed professionally, and the free food stalls only serve rich Panjabi fare when they should only serve healthy food’ (from which I assume he meant a Mediterranean diet) ‘as our diet is very unhealthy and our people don’t do any exercise on top of that…’. This idiotic, ill-informed man’s views were broadcast live without any form of correction.

Why?

Because the reporters were all recent settlers in the UK. To not question or challenge a statement is a bedrock of their socialization, such that any mention of a European experience is lapped up verbatim even if it is utter nonsense.

Why were the remarks sheer stupidity?

Well, if we examine the normal Panjabi diet and compare it to the Mediterranean diet, nutritional reasoning would suggest that Mediterraneans outlive Panjabis by dozens of years, and that they die fit and healthy.

Really?

The reality is that one’s genetic makeup determines longevity, while fitness and diet have a smaller part to play in the scheme of things. On top of which a millennia old cultural diet hones a race’s ability to handle that diet, so that if it was fed a fundamentally alien diet to its DNA this would eventually have powerful degenerative effects on the individual. Added to which, diet advice by scientists and nutritionists changes every few weeks in the west. So, their opinion is hardly gospel anyway. Altogether, this renders the elderly man’s opinion groundless; and anyway his own physical shape strongly suggested he diets gleefully on the very rich Panjabi diet that he publicly denounced, and his protruding belly indicates that he rarely exercises if at all.

Holier-than-thou idiots are very fast to criticise the management of an event, but ask them to take charge and coordinate it themselves, and they soon realise precisely how difficult such a project is to handle.

The ill-conjectured statement broadcast on television failed to understand that the ‘Nagar Kirtan’ ‘langar’ (baptised, sanctified food) has to be in keeping with the customary ‘langar’ consumed during the times of the Sikh Gurus. The entire faith-ritual is about re-enacting several aspects of tradition established since the times of the Gurus.

Consequently, if a Mediterranean diet were foisted on the masses who partake in the spiritual journey of ‘Nagar Kirtan’, it is hardly going to exponentially increase the longevity of their life.

The very idea of ‘langar’ is not that of a free kitchen along with free food. ‘Langar’ intimates that the donors, cooks and servers are partaking in a hands-on spiritual ‘seva’ (selfless service) for their own spiritual improvement, and that those who partake in the ‘parsad’ (blessed and sanctified food) equally feel and sense their own spiritual awakening.

Moving on…

Unfortunately, heath and safety came knocking as soon as the first massive Gurdwara in the western world was constructed, and insisted that the ‘langar’ preparations had to abide by commercial kitchen standards. THEY ARE NOT COMMERCIAL BLOODY KITCHENS. It is not my or my culture’s fault that you Anglo-Saxons are dumb and dim dunces when it comes to advanced spiritual practices and nuances. The leading committee of the Gurdwara readily deferred their own advanced state of mind, and while discarding the Anglo-Saxon representative from London Borough of Ealing Council a dimwit retard, nevertheless accepted the commercial constraints on the ‘langar’ area. It did so to the point that cultural tradition in that Gurdwara has been destroyed, and this has deeply scarred the congregation. Well done London Borough of Ealing’s health and safety.

Sikhs assume that if they keep on accommodating the backwardness of the Anglo-Saxon mindset, Anglo-Saxons will very soon have an epiphany. That is never going to happen. Why? Because race-Europeans lack the quintessential organ for spiritual growth. They lack skin pigment.

The matter has become worse.

The police who marshal such spiritual events now insist that the Gurdwara pay commercial rates to the police for doing so. Sikhs seem unprepared to fight their corner, while deeming the police position to be that of a backward civilisation, to whom it is not worth explaining matters.

Let us examine this further.

A Gurdwara is a charitable institution. It is not a business. And unlike a football club it does not generate commercial income. If the police authority cannot distinguish commerce from cultural spiritual rationale, then it will not be very long before we in this country will have Asian migrant kids policing our towns and cities. After all, if the police is to mirror a commercial enterprise then its personnel expenditure will have to be trimmed to a point that indigenous natives will refuse to get out of bed to work as policemen/women. This then means that either (regardless of Brexit) east Europeans are hired, or Asian migrant personnel are drafted in on an income that would be palatable to them.

Dignity

Conservative governments seem to run this country as if it were a business. No, this country is not a business. It is a country. And if you cannot get your small minds around that simple idea then it is no wonder you are forever cutting welfare and care to the members of our community who need our collective help. We are not all born equal, but we all have dignity. Dignity exists on the principle that those more able should willingly care for those who are unable to care for themselves. There is no law written anywhere in stone, or in any figment of imagination, that allows one human – say for example, Ian Duncan Smith MP – to shrill with his private hair in knots that those who are less well off, or incapable, should be mercilessly pilloried.

And just to hammer home my point: ever tried zero hours, Mr Ian Duncan Smith MP? Sorry, that question was aimed at his dog, and if he does not have one, then please get a dog, and kindly put the question to that dog. Because the dog will have a better appreciation of the question then Mr Ian Duncan Smith MP ever will. Mr Ian Duncan Smith MP is an exact example of the dumb and dim dunce Anglo-Saxon I allude to above. On your death, Mr Ian Duncan Smith MP, please show the rest of humanity how you are going to take your wealth with you. You, like the rest of the motley crew, are going to leave it all behind here on this third-rate iron-rust-bucket planet called mother Earth.

The second example I share of Sikhs successfully scoring an own goal time and again involves myself.

I held talks with one of the Sikh television stations to broadcast, from a minority viewpoint, the absurd mistreatment by government institutions of minorities. Coming from me it would have been balanced but characteristically also very hard-hitting. My mobile and home phone is under constant surveillance and naturally ‘they’ were aware of the discussions I was having. In a very short space of time, the leader of the London Borough of Ealing Council, Councillor Ian Bell, accompanied by the London Borough of Ealing Police Commander, contacted the television owners and invited themselves to a meeting with the owners.

The Sikh owners – one is a brickie turned self-made multi-millionaire, and the main person is a very pious accountant – were massively ego-massaged. They were left with a strong impression not to rock the boat as it might have a detrimental effect on the television station. Thus, they contacted me to inform me that my idea for the half-hour weekly documentary would not be supported.

Fair enough.

Now here is the best part.

A few months after this meeting the television station was hit by the television authorities with a 30,000.00 pound sterling fine.

No kidding.

Had the owners of that particular television station held their ground and backed me, then the fine would never have been imposed, as I would have hit hard at the appropriate authorities: naming and shaming both the leader of the London Borough of Ealing Council councillor Ian Bell, and the Ealing Borough police commander for intimidation, coercion, and abusing their privilege and position in order to levy unacceptable pressure on the freedom of the media in the United Kingdom.

The future

Minorities are repeatedly told to assimilate and mimic English behaviour. Tony Blair was a great one for pushing that agenda. The ill-conceived concept was designed to propel minorities to become mindless mimickers of the English lifestyle, without adopting the abject rudeness of their ‘speak my mind’ attitude.

I am a product of observed and absorbed English behaviour and attitude. Thus, when needed, I can automatically be as selfish, centered, egotistical and petty as your normal bog-standard English bloke.

Yet, I repeatedly refrain, and it has to be said, I have to consciously urge myself to behave in that retarded fashion and mimic English behaviour.

However, Sikhs of the United Kingdom on the whole refuse to downgrade themselves and mimic English behaviour and attitude. And herein lies the crux of their problem. If they are not prepared to become selfish and self-centered, then they (like the Gurkha) will be used, abused, and discarded except when a government needs their military prowess.

Sikhs are at yet another cross-roads in their history. They intuitively know that they are ready to up sticks and leave their hard-earned wealth here, and re-locate as penniless refugees to another part of the globe where their entrepreneurship will be welcomed – as it once was here in the United Kingdom, just as it once was in east Africa.

But, will Sikhs leave having had their cultural norms weakened? No. I am of the opinion that they will revive them at the new place. And that is the relief that I live with, knowing that my cultural integrity will not be permanently diluted or weakened, regardless of the constant attacks here in the free west on my cultural norms and standards.

Once we minorities have left these shores, the United Kingdom’s indigenous natives can run this country as they see fit. After all, Iceland is going great guns without any input from a minority culture, so why should this Anglo-Saxon island called the United Kingdom not be able to do the same?

Festival of Life & Democracy

Nowadays, both the Festival of Life (a period of spiritual introspection for Sikhs), usually celebrated around the 13th April, and Democracy, are a catastrophe crammed into ubiquitous kitsch-deluded masculine grandiosity, positioning so-called virtue. However, both fall well shy of their own original and exacting standards.

Vasaakh:

Is a period within the cycle of a season of a hemisphere. It is the second month of the traditional earth calendar in the northern hemisphere. The first month began around the 12th /13th of March. Traditionally, there were 13 months in one year cycle, where some months had 32 days, and others less than 28 days. These months approximately correspond to what is now known as the astrological calendar. Indeed the astrological calendar also had 13 divisions, of which one was particularly short in duration.

Vasaakh represents the regeneration of the northern hemisphere, as it emerges from its winter hibernation into new life. It indicates the same, at a different point in the calendar, in the southern hemisphere. Vasaakh happens twice on our planet. Once in the northern, and then in the southern, hemisphere.

For Sikhs of the northern hemisphere, Vasaakh at a very rudimentary level refers to introspection, awakening, deeper consciousness, and overall spiritual repose, lived within full secular responsibility. For Sikhs of the southern hemisphere experience this psychic-spiritual sensation, and inner introspective regeneration, the festival of Vasaakh has to take place at the appropriate point in the seasonal cycle. Regeneration on the cusp of autumn/winter would be nonsensical, obviously.

Given the epithet of soldier-saint, circulating since the time of Guru Arjandevji, it is fitting that Vasaakh should also represent a moment of reaffirmation of our secular responsibilities (as much as of spiritual regeneration). In this regard, we pledge anew to be conscientious, trustworthy, reliable, dependable, and accountable through the five Ks; to protect lives, even those of enemies (and especially at the first time of engagement), and including those of every species occupying our own geographical zone (without becoming pedantic about the unseen life form).

Vasaakh is the second month of the Arya calendar. Remember, Sikhs, when they occupied Europe and especially the northern countries of Europe were then also known as Sikhs, Arya and Khalsa (Khalsa is another very ancient name, which at that time meant merging into the One. It retains the same meaning today but is usually confused with a word derived from the Aryan-influenced region north of Persia).

However, for a Sikh who advances and exalts into the Khalsa, the responsibility is even more exhaustive, meticulous, comprehensive, thorough, detailed, and exacting.

For me, at my own personal level, my white turban including the Five K’s represents that I am duty bound to protect the right of my enemy to take my life.

However, as a Khalsa, protection of life is my basic fundamental duty.

Therefore, while my enemy may want to take my life, protecting my own life takes priority for me as well as safeguarding his life. If he persists, then I must (without flinching) put him to rest, and say a prayer prior throughout. And I must bear no hatred towards him or his community for his actions against me. In fact, I must locate his immediate family and offer my on going assistance for the vacuum left by the slain.

As you can see, being a practicing Sikh, and then evolving into the fully fledged Khalsa is not as easy as many Sikhs seem to think. Simply being born into a Sikh family does not mean that you are a Sikh. The fundamental requirements of being a Sikh are a tad difficult; and elevation into Khalsa is well nigh impossible.

The most telling point of Vasaakhi is that Life has to be celebrated. A celebration steeped not in wanton drunkenness or salacious behaviour, but characterized by an inner audit of the preceding year and setting parameters for the coming year. The idea is to protect Life, thus allowing Life to give life to Life.

Hence, Vasaakh, the second month of the earth (northern hemisphere) calendar is the Festival of Life.

Democracy:

Is control and governance of an organisation or country by the majority of its eligible members.

The original idea was to put aside quarrels that escalated from verbal abuse to physical violence, armed attack, ultimately to death. Thus, wise men (no, not women; remember, women were/are inferior and unclean due to their menstruation) devised a holistic means to conduct their tribal clan’s mechanization. This included the involvement of the soothsayers, medicine person (they were both female and male), and then the formal ritual brigade, some of whom evolved into formal religious heads. Religious heads, ritually excellent, and had an intricate understanding of ancient medicine and alchemy, in tandem with psychic ability: this then allowed them hands-on responsibility and a veto in debates about communal care.

Over the past fifty years, political communities in certain cultures have distanced the influence of the religious order, and endeavoured instead to promote an isolationist-secular schema.

Nevertheless, the voting minority still suffers. Seldom was/is a single item of their need addressed. Promises and pledges are seldom kept by those in power.

We have a prime example of the role and fallout of pledges in the blatant lies peddled by politicians in the run-up to Brexit in the United Kingdom. The liars, far from being criminally charged, went on to hold high office, as in the case of Boris Johnson, the British Foreign Secretary.

Interestingly, if a man leads a group of women along a romantic path, while securing large sums of money from them, he is criminally charged. Yet we, the cattle-voting-class, are repeatedly told that politicians cannot be hauled into a criminal court, since they only offered pledges.

Such pledges, to revert again to Brexit in the United Kingdom, included the insistence – nay, assurance – that the monies saved from not being part of Europe would help turn around the failing National Health Service. But neither Boris Jonhson nor Nigel Farage (then leader of UKIP) can be prosecuted for their ‘pledges’ on the matter, because these have since been defended merely as suggestions and not promises to the electorate they deliberately misled.

This, guys, is democracy.

A con-artist who makes pledges to several women, only for the latter to find out they’ve been duped, would feel the full wrath of the law. But in democracy, liars (read: politicians) actually benefit from their lies, amassing financial and political advantage.

Many an English politician is therefore a criminal, as well as a recipient of bribes who then takes full advantage of his political position… as is the standard charge leveled at the average Indian politician. The difference is that in the English political system you ‘donate’ officially in order to buy your MPs support and protection; whereas in the Indian political system the donation is unrecorded. But the same bribery takes place across both systems.

This is democracy.

One example is from the mother of Parliamentary democracy and the other is from the world’s largest democracy.

So, is there a better system?

Yes indeed. And, no, it is not proportional representation.

The first cast-iron surety we need to put in place is that elected officials who lie during election are to be dismissed from office, criminally charged, and their ill-gotten gains confiscated.

Then, to equally reflect the minority racial or a religious group, a consensus of the population establishes in order to attributes a ratio to each voting group. This means that the minority under the ratio formula will have exactly the same power to their vote as the majority. Thus, now we have governance with consent rather than governance of the numerical votes cast. Numerically, the majority will still cast the larger share of the votes cast; however, due to the ratio formula, the minority voter will have an equal say in the actual outcome and politics.

The ratio formula outstrips the dated, inflexible, and unaccountable voting system termed democracy, and the new outcome would in its truer sense be democracy in earnest.

This system would have enormous positive impact globally, especially in many artificially-constructed countries by the Europeans, as in the case of the Ottoman Empire, in Africa, and across each and every country/landmass that came under the race-European empire.

Yes, it is up to us, the voiceless cattle-class-voter, to demand the fairer ratio vote.

And at this junction, just past, namely that of the spring equinox, in alignment with Vasaakh and the ‘Festival of Life’ that is Vasaakhi, why not push for and establish this fair voting system?

The Turban, The Skull Cap (Kippah), The Hijab, The Cross and the Sanitary Towel & The European Court of Justice

So harrowing is the nature of the European Court of Justice ruling on banning religious insignia, I start this blog with a Christian Prayer.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

The ECJ this week announced the beginning of the massacre of all non race-Europeans and non-Christians in the race-European empire that extends across Europe, north America, south America, Australia, New Zealand and Tasmania.

This much anticipated genocide of non-Christians and non-race-Europeans has been a long time coming. The piece-meal effigy justifying falling levels of morality, and a new generation of hate-philosophy-led global radio talk shows and newspapers of the race-European empire has finally arrived.

As a child, I witnessed the bloody massacre on both sides during the Kikuyu and east African call for independence.

As a child, I witnessed the family’s move to India, my enduring fear of its invasion by China, and Pakistani aircrafts flying over the border town of Panjab where we lived.

As a child, following our move to London, England, I saw the signs ‘No Irish. No Wogs. No Blacks. No dogs’, displayed in the windows of boarding houses.

As a child, I endured abject race hatred at school, on the streets, and in parks and shops. Adults physically punched me – a child – and many landed kicks in the side of my midriff or on my back for being a ‘Wog’ and having the long hair of a Sikh. I was always being told with venom to ‘go back where you come from…’.

As a child, I heard Enoch Powell’s ‘rivers of blood’ speech. I can still, even without closing my eyes, see the hatred in that man’s eyes. As a born-psychic I saw the statement becoming truth: of Europe leading the way in butchering all non-Europeans limb from limb; and consigning others to concentration camps where rape, starvation and death will be administered slowly and deliberately.

For me, then, the judgement by the ECJ against people wearing religious insignia and symbols including the turban, skull cap and hijab is a promise foretold.

Race-European, the only human race of psychopaths, will finally rid the lands it occupies of all non race-Europeans.

Congratulations. Please, all the journalists who spew venom and hatred, I humbly request that you pat yourself on the back for a wonderful, successful campaign. Your hatred, your psychopathic aspiration, is bearing fruit; and sooner than even you anticipated it will turn into a reality.

However, there are the odd twists and turns before your aspiration is fully and finally achieved.

The first thing that will happen is the marketing of a medicine that turns the proper developed humans among us into sub-humans, i.e. where they lose their pigment and become pigment-less like race-Europeans.

The next thing that will happen is the demand that women cannot be employed if they are still on the menstrual cycle. After all, women are less productive when they have PMT and are menstruating. And of course, post-menopausal women lose their ability to function at the same pace as men. But don’t worry, because a medication will permanently stop periods; and child conception, gestation and birth will be carried out in commercial incubators, housed in warehouses.

These are the futures resulting from race-European mentality and values, as welcomed by Manfred Weber, head of the centre-right European People’s Party, the biggest right-wing party in the European Parliament, who said of the headwear ban “European values must apply in public life”.

The European Human Rights Act of Religious Freedom – through which race-Europeans ritually humiliated other races, cultures and governments – now lies in tatters awaiting its final cremation. Freedom of expression and freedom of religion, once lauded as signs of ‘civilised behaviour’, now seem like used toilet tissue.

Chief Rabbi Pinchas Goldschmidt, meanwhile, cried foul of the ECJ ruling. My dear Chief Rabbi, if your race’s occupation of Palestine had not been so vehemently blood-thirsty then the future of your culture and religion in the race-European empire would not be facing the jeopardy they are.

My dear respected Chief Rabbi Pinchas Goldschmidt, did you imagine Hitler’s régime was a one-off? Have you forgotten the black shirts and Mosley of dear old England? Exactly what made you think that psychopathic hatred had transcended into mature benefaction?

Hebrews, along with all other non race-Europeans are going to suffer the holocaust, repeatedly, in each and every race-European country until race-Europeans either don’t exist or in fact evolve.

It is race-Europeans who will create the artificial intelligence that will enslave humanity.

But will they listen?

Like hell they will.

As for me, I am too old to move out to a non race-European country. My fate is to be murdered by my race-European neighbour.

Is there a way out of this mess?

Yes, but who’ll act globally on the indication I give?

Nobody.

Avtar.

Christmas & New Year 2017

According to ancient knowledge, a person called Jesus joined forces with a non-Hebrew King to re-create an older tale about the Messiah, who would be killed and then rise up from the dead several days later to save the world. Jesus of Nazareth agreed to have his name associated with the ‘legend’ as he was moving with his wives and children to the north of the European continent (to an area now defined as Denmark and Scandinavia). It was a godforsaken land steeped in ancient tales where god-awakened beings possessed of supernatural mysticism resided.

This fact has given rise to emotional tales and far-fetched fantasises that Jesus established the European royal bloodline. In truth, however, his lineage fell into decay within a few centuries of his death, as any normal bloodline does, and as per nature’s design.

Yet, Christianity persisted.

In Europe, the fathers of the Christian faith were deeply impressed with an older belief practice called Brahmanism, which was left behind when the Arya race withdrew from Europe and returned to Aryadesh (India). In this older practice, the shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere (including the weeks leading up to it and several days following it) was a day of deep reflection and introspection. On this day, one considered the passing year and made fresh promises to be a considerate human being.

While the clans and tribes of Europe that practiced Christianity took political control of the region, the rites and rituals observed on the shortest day of the year – borrowed from Brahmanism and the Arya race – continued to be observed.

It is only in modern living memory that Christmas has taken on the commercial element of over-eating, drunkenness and sexual excess – all of which are the complete opposite of the original festival anchored around the shortest day of the year. Lest we forget, Christmas is aligned with the festival surrounding the shortest day of the year, and not with the actual birth of Jesus, which took place in summer.

Now, if I focus on his name and memory I am engulfed by the most serene essence, completely in keeping with the average layer of spirituality to which he belonged. It is a wonderful essence, and if you are sensitive enough then you too can enjoy that presence.

So, please, for the sake of Jesus’ serene essence refrain from commercial Christmas…

And what of the new year that follows Christmas?

Well, the organic year changes at the spring equinox, and is a time to reflect on the outgoing year and to assess the dawn of the new year. But for those who celebrate the new year on 1st January – when the old is made new and when pressing problems too often demote one’s best intentions for the coming year – it is still important to reflect and assess, to renew old vows and make new ones. I urge the Christians among you to continue to do this, this 1st January, if for no other reason than that all living beings are intrinsically good, kind, thoughtful, considerate and protective.

My prayers for the Christian world on its new year – similar to my prayers for other faiths upon their respective new years – is that the faithful remember and adhere to the core and the ethos of their faith’s humane teachings.

I humbly request that all the Christians among you accept my good wishes for you and your loved ones; and that you turn the other cheek where those who cause you pain are concerned. And I wish you a contented new year.

Avtar

Genesis of Khalsa

It is a noble culture, as well as an intellectual utopia to build on the unseen, that intangible consciousness-architecture where showmanship is put aside and one faces the odds with confusion, chaos, complications, and contradictions while attempting to unravel the unfathomable.

Let’s start unraveling…

A cosmic-psyche has a tangible presence. That presence is consciousness. There is a separate consciousness template for each species. Any given consciousness is the lower manifestation of its governing cosmic-psyche. And each cosmic-psyche has a specific role to fulfill in creation.

The consciousness of a particular cosmic-psyche fulfills the requirements of the noble culture mentioned in the opening paragraph. Globally, we call the material manifestation of that consciousness Sikhism.

In this essay, I intend to share knowledge about Sikhism which Sikhs themselves have difficulty grasping and explaining. Events central to Sikhism fly in the face of widespread assumption that it does not give credence to mystical happenings and manifestations called forth by individuals. In fact, as I will go on to show, Sikhism has at times pivoted on mystical incidents expressly engineered by several of the ten Gurus.

One such example, which I have been writing about for almost forty years, centre on the events at Anandpur Sahib in 1699.

Various political and ruling factions have been able to hide evidence relating to this event that was once openly available, including the suppression of eye-witness accounts from the time, which the old-fashioned Sufi could still share if they wished.

The tenth Guruji was tasked with delivering a dutiful and responsible race that would provide global protection, and keep the Light of Balance from going out. So, at the end of March 1699, he invited Sikhs to a meeting at Anandpur Sahib.

What transpired at the meeting was shocking. To this day, Sikhs are unable to explain it, unable to reconcile in their minds what happened with what they think possible in the world. They have therefore conjured up lies and created a mytho-logical account of the event which presents the tenth Guruji as a trickster and a showman, a mere stage performer – all of which traits are antithetical to the very essence of Guruship.

The story goes that Guruji asked for Sikhs to step up who would be willing to give up their heads for the Guruji; that he whisked them away one-by-one out of sight of the congregation, and that he reappeared each time with blood dripping from his kirpan, asking for the next Sikh to pledge himself. The moral of the story is much like that which Kahlil Gibran writes about love, namely, to follow the Guru, lay oneself at his feet, though his ways may be incomprehensible. A similar interpretation is found in the Jewish Torah regarding Abraham’s sacrifice of his son.

Here is what actually happened in March 1699 at Anandpur Sahib….

On a stage and immersed in a deep, practical-samadhi, the tenth Guruji asked for a Sikh who would be willing to give up his head for his Guruji. A Sikh came forward, offering himself humbly. He walked on to the stage, and was directed to kneel down and bow his head execution-style, and with one swift move of Guruji’s sword he was decapitated. His body slumped, his head rolled around, blood spewed everywhere.

Guruji asked for another Sikh to step forward. Another decapitation followed.

In total, five Sikhs were decapitated on the stage at Anandpur Sahib that day.

Afterwards, Guruji moved towards a large metal bowl containing fresh water and recited invocation prayers. During his recitation, Guriji asked his second wife (he had three wives, and two of them bore him his four sons known as the Chaar Sahibzaade) if she had anything she wished to input. Accepting the invitation, Guruji’s wife added dried pure sugar to the water.

The fact of being a Guruji, and the creation-authority conferred upon such beings, combined to transform the sugar-water from simply being an object to having agency. This agency manifested in its authority over Death to stay the execution of the individual until their duty-responsibility has been fulfilled.

Guruji then knelt on the stage, and fused a head with the body lying nearest to it – not the body from which it had been originally parted. He administered the sugar-water – the material object infused now with life-giving agency – to the newly reconfigured body. The dead Sikh gained consciousness and recovered from his ordeal. He was now Pure, born of neither blood nor flesh. He was now Khalsa.

The procedure was repeated five times in total. When all had recovered, they were escorted off stage to wash and change their clothing. The five earlier decapitated, now reconfigured and breathing Sikhs, reappeared on stage in the now famous saffron attire of the Panj Piyare (the five Pure ones), wearing the five Ks of Khalsa.

[Note: please scroll down to the end of this essay for definitions of the five Ks and other terms, such as Guru, Sikh, Singh, Kaur, Khalsa]

Now came the turn of Guruji, Guru Gobind Rai, to kneel before the Panj Piyare and ask if they deemed him worthy to receive the sanctified authority of the sugar-water. They in response asked him what he would be willing to sacrifice. He agreed to four sacrifices; but these were deemed to be insufficient. It was only upon the offer of the fifth sacrifice that Guruji was administered the sugar-water by the Panj Piyare. And only then was he, like the Panj Piyare, accorded the name assigned to those bearing duty-responsibility: Singh. Guru Gobind Rai thus became Guru Gobind Singhji.

Whereupon, the sugar-water was renamed Amrit, its agency in conferring duty-responsibility to those consume it confirmed and thus sanctified. This means that whosoever takes Amrit is embarked upon the journey of becoming and thus fulfilling the role of a global protector. This was not understood by the masses gathered at Anandpur Sahib that day in 1699. Indeed, many thousands of men and women took Amrit that day, but they did so in the belief that it was an elixir and would liberate them. They did not fully comprehend the duty-responsibility which consuming Amrit would imbue them with over time.

The events at Anandpur Sahib that day in late March 1699 spread like wildfire.

The birth of the Khalsa, its foundation in life-revival – which as the facts related above illustrate was not strictly or only the case, though it was a significant part – spread fear in the minds of India’s Moslems.

Sikhs publicly abhor (white/black) witchcraft, and indeed any type of psychic ESP environment and practice. However, Sikhism has at various crucial moments pivoted on the psychic manipulation of matter, bending the rudimentary rules of creation applicable on this planet.

Islam on the other hand is rooted in awe of psychic machination, and values ESP more than divinity. It hones in on and beseeches psychic intervention, deeming it godly, Allah. However, Islam relies on anger mismanagement and ego-laced arrogance, and its adherents justify their actions as scriptural. But it must be remembered that the Koran mimics and mirrors the Torah, which in turn is not scriptural but is a set of guidelines which its own adherents regularly discuss and debate.

In order to counter the absolute value that Islam places on the psychic, over and above divinity, the Gurujis at critical moments employed the very principle of psychic environments to make a point. However, they never used the facility to protect themselves or cheat death, even though they had dominion over death. However, this changed, to a degree, as a consequence of the events that took place at Anandpur Sahib on the new moon in the last week of the month of March, now celebrated on the 13th or 14th of April.

Despite their fear, the Moslems were in awe of the Khalsa. And in war, when they were sure of death, they would seek out a Khalsa, to die at their hands. They did so in recollection of the indication by their Prophet of a coming race which he referred to as angels. These were the Khalsa.

Incidentally, I had the opportunity once of sharing these facts with a Japanese world war two veteran. He told me:

“We feared the Gurkha of course, but it was the Sikhs who evaded death time and again. We could never understand how at the very last moment a Sikh would evade death until, once his duty was accomplished, he could be killed. We put it down to kismet, luck, something like that; but we also viewed and accepted it as a form of zen shogun.”

Hazrat Mohammad, the prophet, the originator of the more fanatical version of the Hebrew faith, now called Islam, stated that a warrior-honest race will evolve to root out evil and protect goodness. He said, they will keep untrimmed beards, and untrimmed hair. Unlike seers, however, they will comb their hair not backwards but by bending forward at the torso and combing from the back of the head towards the forehead. They will be known for their honesty and truthful lifestyle. They will be seers from an arena above divinity, and they will have the consciousness termed duty-responsibility to protect them as and when needed. (Note – death itself is answerable to duty-responsibility, as the events of Anandpur Sahib described above testify to). They will suffer for their responsibility, a responsibility exercised for the greater good of the masses. and holding a grudge will not be in their makeup.

Old Islam resembles the Europe of today. We see Europe on its way to becoming an Islamic caliphate, choosing to wage endless and traumatic war upon the people of the Middle East, while supposedly showing their compassion by allowing the refugees it creates through such war to settle in Europe. Old Islam – or Mohammedism as it was then known – carried out a similar unceasing war on Aryadesh (now called India). The brutality re-invoked and re-established a protector race that in previous times had occupied the landmass of Europe (all but forgotten now except for the language influences it left behind). That protector race with its ideology of graciousness has, in current times, as in the olden times of its existence, come to be called Sikh.

Guys, the Sikh as a people have not yet delivered on their duty and responsibility. In times to come, when humanity faces certain extinction, the Sikhs will stand alongside others to defend against this but it will be the Sikhs’ contribution that will be the linchpin, that will allow humanity to survive.

People from three other races also hold this cardinal knowledge. Those races live in lands conquered and occupied by Europeans. For the safety of humanity, governance of those lands must revert back to the indigenous races. After that happens, it will take seven to ten generations for their psyche to realign with their past identity and knowledge, and they will be ready to share the Sikhs’ global responsibility and avert this planet from being wiped out. Only a release from the bondage of the present will provide the essential elements for the Sikhs, and then the Khalsa, to manifest a mechanism for our survival.

You cannot all become Sikh, let alone become Khalsa.

Meditation leads to samadhi.

Samadhi leads to practical-samadhi.

But none of this progression is possible without grace.

And grace? Well, it has to be earned.

To earn grace, you have to throw yourself upon the mercy of a Sadhu. You relinquish your life to a Sadhu at each birth. They may be vile, arrogant, whatever; but you must not judge them. An unseen authority will notice your sacrifice; and will send a divine mentor to teach, guide, and honour you with grace. The obstacles are unbelievable. You are set to fail. But it is not the passing or the failing that counts. The telling point is humbleness. Truth will only take you so far. It will not set you free. Humbleness will set you free.

The journey begins with humbleness.

Avtar

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Here are deeper definitions of Guru, Sikh, Khalsa, and the meaning of the five Ks.

GURU:

First, it ought to be clear from the fore-going depiction of events at Anandpur Sahib in 1699, and of Guruji’s actions there, that a Guru is not a teacher or an enlightener. It is an insult to Sikhs and to India more generally to apply such secularist descriptions to any guru, though these people and many others besides are daft enough to use the title – in its ridiculously false definition – and hope that the person thus conferred the name of guru will deliver them from the cycle of life and death… but as you may have guessed, there’s no chance of that actually happening.

What is more, secular people who refer to each other as guru inadvertently establish an ongoing bond with them whereby the one on the pedestal is obliged to drag the other into the unfathomable. Sounds good, right? But what it really means is that both are tied into to a contract where whenever one of them fails and falls down the selection-progression ladder – from human to animal or insect – the other will accompany them down there.

Call another a guru or jockey yourself into a position to be called a guru, and both of you will seriously inhibit your progress towards being free from the bondage of life and death …so, do not call another person a guru, and do not allow yourself be tagged guru either, is my advice here.

Having clarified what a Guru is not, let’s clarify what it is. Guru is an entity by whose intervention they who are at the apex of divinity attain moksha, albeit the lower level thereof. Guru at this junction is unseen, a sense-teaching entity, beyond the sound-light conundrum. One cannot meditate into moksha, as one can with divinity; one accesses and advances into moksha by invitation, or more usually by recommendation (what we otherwise call grace), hence the need for an intervening entity – the Guruji.

SIK-KH:

Sikkh is the actual and correct spelling for a Sikh when written in English. However, I will use the spelling Sikh for ease of comprehension.

Sikh is an analyser, scrutiniser and improver of every aspect of life, from the secular to the divine…yet they remain humble throughout.

Sikh, despite all the things you may have heard it described as, also refers to a realm above that of the divine. One of the tests of divinity is to be born and live one’s life in a secular household environment. The divine undergoing secular tests are currently born into Sikh households. Sure, divinity can be attained by the recluse – often thought of as the ultimate detached individual – but the more difficult test to be mastered is that of maintaining one’s stature and status while navigating the quotidian and mundane everyday tasks of the householder. Those of my position have seen many a person’s hard-won divinity unravel in such trying circumstances. It is not easy.

SINGH/KAUR:

Singhs and Kaurs are those who have chosen to practice a Sikh lifestyle in conjunction with the secular environment, and who do so without flinching from the challenges the secular may impose on their Sikh way of life. It is the ultimate test of detachment. Singh denotes male-energy; Kaur denotes female-energy (energy – shakti). Shakti itself has many layered definitions. As of course do Singh and Kaur.

KHALSA:

What about Khalsa? Well, it is not a name or label given to baptised Sikhs, as is universally thought. You cannot baptise the baptised. Rather, the consumption of Amrit, symbolic authority made material, confers upon the Sikh a duty-responsibility – which manifests in their new identification as Khalsa – which might more appropriately be thought of less as baptism than investiture. Baptism, insofar as it relates to Sikhism, refers for its part to the attunement of a being with Sikhism which then readies them for birth as a Sikh. Though it ought to be remembered (and this contradicts the previous statement to some degree), that being born into a Sikh family does not automatically indicate one’s attainment of Sikhism; though for the most part, being part of a practising Sikh household is a step in one’s progress towards awakening.

The Five Ks of Sikhism

Note: each of the following has multi-layered, more expansive, and deeper connotations and significances than those offered below. But the following will give you a basic initial insight into the five Ks of Sikhism.

KESH:

Tangled hair symbolises the emotional tangles of the mind that hinder one’s divine progress. The hair is detangled by the act of bending one’s head forward and combing the hair from that position, and thus symbolises the reminder to detangle the mind and it emotions. The movement of bending forward also lowers one’s head, and thus constitutes an act of humbleness too. Only detached humbleness untangles emotional entrapments.

KANGA:

The comb the Sikh wears in their hair. The teeth of the kanga signify, and remind one to use the mind’s thoughts to excavate for deeper and refined awareness from within one’s own antrkarna (soul) using the Atma. The Atma, as I have stated elsewhere and numerous times, is not the equivalent of the soul. The soul is the harmonised cooperation of the body’s internal organs to clear obstacles and allow for ever-increasing awareness, taking one from the lower disciplines of religion, rite-ritual, spirituality, and dharma into divinity and onwards into Sikhism.

KARRA:

The steel bangle, as it is universally referred to, the karra signifies deflecting the emotionality that hinders divine clarification. Once again, one uses humbleness to format a path from one to the other.

KIRPAAN:

The kirpaan has dual symbolism: forgiveness at the point of killing one’s foe, and the cutting edge of refined thought that is the basis from which one progresses into divine awareness.

KACHHA:

This signifies the refined, discriminating, and tranquil expression of all sexual emotions, that lead into higher realms of divinity.

Meditation, Fighters, Warriors, and Khalsa-Warriors

This is an introduction to the next essay… which I promise will be both deep and shocking.

What is a warrior?

According to popular news, media and entertainment programmes, warriors are armed forces personnel who sit in helicopter gun-ships and shoot-to-kill at distant crowds that pose zero personal threat to them. These are the so-called warriors championed in the western media, whose acts are celebrated as brave and heroic.

We, from our background, do not deem such behaviour as warrior-like, at all.

It is worth briefly focusing on the classifications of fighter, warrior and divine warrior that sometimes get jumbled up together using examples most of us know…

The Knights Templar were an immensely wealthy, politically powerful, west European, Christian military order. They were religious rather than spiritual. They were fighters, not warriors.

The Shogun are an example of warriors. As are the original Sufis. Prior to conversion to Islam many centuries after the founding of Mohammedism, Sufism was a spiritual movement and therefore at a higher level than mere religiosity.

The original baptised Sikh – the Khalsa – were, until they diverged from their founding tenets in the 1950s, divine warriors.

Now let me clarify each of the three classifications of fighter, warrior and divine warrior.

Old-fashioned fighters never actually picked a fight. They defended. Trained in armed warfare, they also maintained and continued a tradition of working in the family business. Their readiness to kill or be killed turned on split-second emotions. They reacted to situations, but were proactive in that reaction.

Old-fashioned warriors were thoughtful protectors of life. More often than not, they ate humble pie. Humiliation was not a reason or justification for them to pick up arms or kill. Occasionally, they acted as consultants, intervening to defuse disputes and find face-saving solutions for all concerned parties. With the passage of time, however, the traditional value of responsibility diminished, and these warriors transmuted into mercenaries.

The Khalsa – referring to a state beyond divinity – were warriors with a difference. They had awakened perception. They were a movement comprising advanced Sadhus who were ordered to immerse themselves in family, business and secular life while simultaneously maintaining their divine ethos. Similar to the Shogun and Sufi strata, they were protectors of life; what set them apart from that strata of warrior was the fact that they had to protect another’s right to kill them. In war, they sought not to kill their foe, but to disarm them and thereby allow them to return to their families. If foes persisted, after at least three times of such magnanimous behaviour, they were killed.

Only those steeped in meditation can fully comprehend the ramifications of death and killing.

So, you see, unlike the poster-boys of the contemporary so-called warrior-class described at the beginning of this essay, a divine warrior would never deign to press buttons from a distance, raining death upon whoever happened to be there.

This is a prelude and companion to next week’s essay about Sikhism, Vaisaski and Khalsa….

Holi (festival of colour)

On the full moon of the last month of the Indian year (Phalgun – Feb/Mar), a special festival is celebrated.

I first experienced Holi in Panjab, after we had left Kenya during the Mau Mau uprising, and it was eye-opening.

I already knew the three main stories associated with the event. Inter-connected, they stemmed from the Arya tradition, morphed into Vedic tradition, aspects of which were then debunked in Sikh tradition, until they came to be made synonymous with Hindu tradition. The version of the story which one celebrates at Holi is usually chosen after a quick period of introspection as to which story resonates the most.

Story #1

An arrogant and obnoxious king of Multan, Panjab, considered himself the perfect human being – a god whom his subjects ought to worship. This king’s son, Hiranyakashipu (Hira, for short – which in its diminutive means ‘gem’), however, worshipped not his father but Lord Vishnu. When debate, dictates and threats proved useless in swaying the child to do his father’s bidding, the king employed a nursemaid to smear her breasts with poison before suckling the child. The nursemaid died from poisoning; Hira lived. Exasperated, the king then ordered his son to sit in his aunt’s lap – she who, following a prolonged period of penance had been granted the ability to withstand fire – and she would then sit on a pyre with the child in her lap. The son acceded to his father’s demand – his aunt was burned alive; Hira emerged unscathed.

Seldom making its way into this version of the Holi story is that Hira, Lord Vishnu’s worshipper, covered himself in an array of earth elements of various colours, and thus protected himself from the fire. The inclusion of such a critical aspect of the story would have been deeply problematic to a an Arya culture grown increasingly impotent in terms of its capacity for analytical understanding and instead pinning all its hopes on divine intervention. If Hira saved himself, whither the miracle of God’s intervention and grace!

Sikhs have taken up the baton of analytical understanding and insight discarded and lost by the Arya. Indeed, according to their dharma (i.e., Sikhism) there is no divine intervention. Psyche and divinity are logical aspects of creation, albeit at a rarified super-conscious level; though of course, they must get their hands dirty, so to speak.

Accordingly, Holi is celebrated as the victory of good over evil in the form of Hira smearing himself with the colours of the earth. No divine intervention in sight!

Story #2

As a child, Krishna’s skin pigment was deep purple. In fact, he was so deeply and darkly purple as to resemble people from Africa. You can conclude, therefore, what his origins were; I have an open mind about such things, but Hindu India is certainly not ready for such facts. Anyway, Krishna was besotted with Radha. She was fair. He was dark, very very dark, purplish-black indeed, on top of which he had all the usual boyish complexes. Following his mother’s advice, Krishna the child smeared Radha – who up until then had dismissed his approaches – with earth colours. Their differences thus muted, the children played together happily and went on to become the great lovers of Vedic Indian lore.

Story #3

Lord Shiva, a very boring guy should you happen to meet him since he is always meditating, is portrayed as moody, unapproachable and intolerant of mischief and petty conversation. You can decide for yourselves whether that makes him a social outcast or a god, though for my part I respect this configuration of his personality. Anyway, one day an upwardly mobile, divinely-steeped person decided to test Lord Shiva’s meditative focus. Assuming the form of an irresistible damsel, the changeling began dancing in front of Lord Shiva. Where others would have been fooled, Lord Shiva was not. The changeling was burned to ash with one look from Lord Shiva’s third eye, who then gave him back life. Thus, during Holi, ash is smeared on the forehead by the devout to represent the death and the revival of the changeling. Over time, earth colours were introduced too – suggesting some symbiosis of the various Holi stories.

Sikh analysis

Now let’s imbue proceedings with some Sikh analytical thought and insight. For this, I need to revisit my childhood.

As I said earlier, my first Holi celebration took place in Panjab after we had moved there from Kenya. In the days leading up to the event, all the local kids raced around borrowing each other’s possessions as if it were their right to do so (we would now call this thieving). We gathered together things we had thus ‘borrowed’, including from our own mothers’ kitchens, after school and raced to the local playground – basically, a large area of dry and barren earth, around which housing was erected, and which we used for playing gulli-danda, kick-about and, above all, cricket.

Escaping the clutches of mothers and sisters, as we ran we held close our booty of turmeric, neem, dhak, kumkum, powdered red sandalwood, dried flowers, radishes, pomegranates, mehndi, gram flour, vibrant and deep coloured fruits and vegetables such as berries, grapes and beetroot, dried tea leaves and charcoal… and of course most important of all, water.

No single household had all these items, so we each gathered what we could find, and brought them to the playground where the older boys organised for us to take turns grinding everything into a paste using a pestle and mortar – basically a larger flat stone and a smaller more rounded stone. We would then leave the paste out to dry in the sun.

Each group of lads would end up with a fair amount of dry powder at the end of this activity. Three days before the last full moon of the year, younger kids like me were assigned to collect firewood from around the local area. As darkness fell and the full moon appeared on the horizon, we lit a fire to commemorate the symbolic burning of the young boy Hira.

The next day, the fun began. We dispersed our dry powder in large metal buckets filled three quarters of the way up with water. We filled our bicycle pumps, appropriately sealed to prevent leakage, with the colourful solution… and then it was a case of let them have it! No one was spared, as we sprayed all around us with colour, and everyone was a happy smiling target – old and young. Those of us who didn’t have bicycles yet, filled up glass Coca-Cola and Fanta bottles and shook them around. It was playful war.

Misunderstanding the rules, I would often forget the playful aspect in favour of the war aspect, thinking it was my mission to remain as dry as possible while soaking as many other people with colour as possible. One lad too umbrage at this misunderstanding of mine and came after me, glass bottle against glass bottle. The inevitable happened, the necks of the glass bottles broke, and I was slashed deep at the wrist just above the bone, while he was similarly if also less deeply cut. A gaping bloody wound opened up just centimetres from a huge vein that snakes its way around the wrist bone, and was duly wrapped in cloth. Instinctively, I submerged my hand and wrist into one of the buckets of colourful water, and then an elder yanked it out of the water and smeared it with some of the powder we had ground days earlier. I got an earful that day, and I still bear the scar to this day – but damn it was fun!

Looking back at the event now, I can apply some rational thinking to what went on.

The season is turning; bio-systems are undergoing a physical cleanse to release them from the rigours of winter; and the cold virus abounds. Cures and cleanses are sought in homeopathic medicines whose ingredients are earthbound. The beginning of springtime is thus the moment in which we boost our immune systems.

All of this activity is of course stepped in rite and ritual – but its effects are tangible and embodied.

In communities that celebrate Holi using traditional earth ingredients, none of the eye, skin, or inflation problems suffered by city dwellers are experienced; and rates of influenza are lower, as is their severity. In urban areas, by contrast, the use of industrial synthetic colours entails eye irritations requiring hospital intervention, severe skin problems requiring manufactured medicine, and seriously debilitating bouts of flu.

If I were you, I’d make my way to India – off the beaten track there are places where Holi celebrations last a month. Tell them Avtar sent you!

As for the story of Holi that resonates with me? Well, I prefer to conceptualise the event as a turning point away from old grudges, feuds and animosities; and towards the renewal of friendships and reinforcement of existing ties.

The new organic year has kicked off and has brought with it spring and new life.

Happy Holi!

Now, go bury the hatchet…

Yoga or Jôgā

An ethical philosopher, no doubt pompous and hilariously arrogant (not that I notice any trace of arrogance) who can debate surveillance, terrorism, and mental torture from behind the veil of Sikhism’s peaceful calmness, I too can become a tad irritable.

For some time now the mercury on my irritable gauge has been steadily rising. The reason?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga.

Allow me to woo you with the elementary orthodoxy about yoga.

You see, universities are for academic life. Letters are written in drawing rooms. Painting is done in well-lit studios. And the antiquated magic of self-analysis is undertaken in the temple of remote internal inquisition.

Let me clarify the difference between yoga and jôgā.

Yoga:

Typifies the kind of sex men can and do have. Non-attached, non-committed, non-emotional, mechanical ejection disconnected from oneness and/or belonging.

Jôgā:

The slow sensual love-making women seek, appreciate and understand. Typified by belonging as opposed to ownership, where the latter is quintessential for men to feel motivated and responsible in a relationship. For a woman love-making is internal. It begins internally, exudes internality, and culminates in an intense internal togetherness, which seems for fleeting moments to be oneness. This is a unique state, whereby internal intensity begets an external expression of togetherness, evolving into oneness. That, in essence, is jôgā.

Yoga:

The World Wide Waffle is in fact nothing more than the slow, deliberate, repetitive stretching of a set of ligaments, muscles, and tendons. If coupled with mindful breathing, yoga can exploit the in-breath to a degree. If accompanied by normal, thoughtless, shallow breathing it brings nothing of benefit to the bio-system.

Shallow breathing:

This is used to supply pran entity (not energy) for the sustenance of the body’s main organs in descending order of priority. It keeps you breathing. Not alive, just breathing. Hence, with this type of breathing you are simply behaving like an organic ventilation machine. Though conscious, you communicate like a comatose patient; you are not fully in the world. You exist, like a comatose patient, in a world of your own imagination and constraints. However, because your locomotive abilities are not constrained, you deem yourself to be living. No, you are merely existing.

Let me put it this way. You can work as a scullery maid at Buckingham Palace, but that does not grant you free and unfettered access to all areas. Nowadays, even Her Majesty probably needs a security identity card to access her own back yard! But you get my point. Shallow breathing does not allow you access to your own inner backyard, so to speak.

You, the actual you, which is utterly different from the physical you, can only be fathomed once deep, controlled and targeted breathing has been mastered.

However, comprehensive, cosmopolitan and complex breathing is only one aspect of jôgā. To access this path you need to find a master who is prepared to teach you the most difficult conundrum needed in the search for and recognition of your inner self. Masters occupy a strict hierarchical order. To the outsider they all seem similar yet opaque; where you expect transparency, what you in fact get is a mirror image of your own limitations and limited expansion.

Even if you meet a master with whom you have great empathy, the relationship may be set for disaster because you have not realised that you have in fact failed the first test of your own inner search.

And what is the first test?

Humbleness.

During my entire life it has never failed to astonish me how opinionated, self-congratulatory and self-deluded the seekers of the inner journey actually are.

They feign humbleness, and call those people dumb whose common-sense radar is impervious to the fraudulent image they project. Armed with their fake humbleness, believing it gives them coded access to all layers of the internal pathways into multi-dimensional consciousness, they set out to find a master.

What they do in reality is to start debating and correcting the master, as if they themselves are the teacher, and the master is there to simply second their opinions and views on life.

Being opinionated and humble are two completely different things, they can’t even be said to exist on opposite ends of the same spectrum.

So, that is the first failing of those embarking on the inner search: being opinionated while passing themselves off as humble.

If, however, you do find a master and you fit their remit, then before jôgā breathing can be taught an unbelievable amount of re-alignment has to be endured, and then merged into. A new you has to emerge before the teaching can begin, and only then can the process of awakening be shared with you.

I often hear people say that in doing yoga they are searching for their spiritual self.

Er, no.

Before you even reach the level necessary to begin a spiritual search, you need to reconfigure your thought pattern so that you can enter religion and its layers of discipline.

From there you studiously move higher up the scale. So, your search for spirituality is cloud-cuckoo-land nonsense, a buffoon’s paradise, a delusional mirage of self-importance, the ego in full unfettered flow. All you have done is reach a point where you are witnessing your own ignorance in a full-length mirror, but you are so egotistical that you do not even recognise this. Such people are the ones who have read a few books and joined like-minded groups, and who consider themselves all-knowing without seeming to realise their own multi-scalar deficits.

So, humbleness is the prerequisite to commencing the internal journey.

If you commit to humbleness over the course of several successive lifetimes, suffering throughout as you strive to remain on the path, then a master will be assigned to you and will in fact make his own way to your door.

The master will find you.

A new relationship will begin. And through mergence controlled by the master you will be at a point where you can finally begin to learn.

The teaching begins.

The path is hard, unforgiving and painful.

The layers of personality you have to shed, the layers of attachment you have to expunge from your cherished ideals, are breathtakingly agonising.

But only then will you be ready to merge into jôgā breathing i.e. cosmic breath. The breath which is separate and utterly different from the mechanical breathing you were born with.

Now, true jôgā can begin.

Jôgā is an internal thought-sphere, as opposed to an internal mind-frame, which then invites you into the required asana. Asana is not posture, it is asana. A downward dog is not an asana, it is a physical posture, distinct from an asana.

Why asana?

Because only an asana will connect the thought-sphere impulse to the pressurised organs via a set amount of pran entity, to remove obstacles that lie in the path of your inner awakening.

A posture will not do that.

Downward dog indeed! The very name exposes your purpose and limitation.

Downward dog is a prime example of how the race-Europeans sully things they touch, their arrogance re-packaging what they pick up, lest their inferiority in the subject matter be revealed.

This is why yoga will never lead one into spirituality. It will only lead its practitioners into their own dark side.

Compared to full, controlled, mindful breathing, where layers of consciousness are vying for exchange with the physical portion of your bio-frame, unregulated breathing imprisons you into an ever smaller, backward, desert-like, and inconsequential life pattern.

I can but share and indicate, the rest is up to the individual.

Good luck!

Spring festivals, Sacrifice, Cannibalism & Sikhism’s New Year

Part I

End of one organic cycle: beginning of another.

This year’s vernal equinox falls on 20th March in the northern hemisphere. Amongst some cultures, this passage of time is celebrated according to tenets opposed to modernism and to modern perspectives. Isolationism couples itself with celebration of glories past. Subjective theorizing, loose philosophy, and a particular cultural moral compass on sexuality, combine to give us brain-drained commonsense, which clings to the cleverness of days long gone, unremarkable now but for the romanticised folkloric memories passed down the generations.

Spring:

Pagans celebrate Ostara, performing rites and rituals in honour of fertility and regeneration, symbolised by the goddess Eostre (a Germanic word meaning east), who represents young women, fresh light, and the budding of trees and flowers.

Fertility and regeneration are celebrated by the gifting of brightly painted eggs, themselves embodiments of fertility and renewal, as are hares (which have symbolic connection to the moon).

Easter:

Historians and liberal theologians believe death and resurrection was initially, in Caucasian consciousness, associated with Attis – a Phrygian (an area now in Turkey) and god of vegetation. In his self-mutilation, death, and resurrection Attis represents the fruits of the earth, which die in winter and rise again in spring. His cult began around 1250BC. The incidents attributed to him were grafted onto stories of Jesus’ life to make Christian theology more acceptable regionally. Elsewhere, other theologians indicate that Jesus’ life events as they appear in the gospels are lifted straight from the life of Krishna.

Easter celebrates Jesus’ resurrection. It occurs at the end of Lenten (‘lengthening of days’), which lasts 46 days from Ash Wednesday (falling on 10th February this year) until Easter Sunday (27th March this year). Tradition counts this as 40 days, and excludes for various reasons Saturdays and Sundays.

The Thursday before Easter is Holy Thursday and commemorates Jesus’ Last Supper. The Friday before Easter is Good Friday, and it commemorates the anniversary of Jesus’ crucifixion. The Saturday before Easter is Holy Saturday, a remembrance of Jesus’ entombment.

The Easter period represents two opposing worlds co-existing – darkness, sin and death on the one hand and resurrection, restoration of light, and spring on the other. The evening vigil between Good Friday and Easter day symbolizes the end of the first and the beginning of the second.

Currently, Easter Sunday* is one of the Christian calendar’s two holiest days. This is the result of public pressure forcing the western church to institutionalize the observance of Easter, despite early Christians not having observed it at all.

*(Sunday is named after the Scandinavian sun goddess Sunna. Sunna, interestingly, is a Sanskrit word used by Buddhaji as well as by Vedic and eastern philosophy. It refers to a state above stillness, quietness and nothingness.)

Around 325AD, Emperor Constantine ordered Easter to be celebrated on the first full moon of Spring, which occurs between 21st March and 25th April. It is noteworthy that the current biblical story of Jesus’ crucifixion took formal root in the western church as a result of Emperor Constantine’s collusion.

The eastern church, by contrast, echoes Jesus’ own observance of the earlier tradition of Passover. It ought to be noted that at no time did Jesus renounce his Jewish religion. Nor did he insist on a new religion. He simply reintroduced clarity, and de-cluttered confusion. This year, Passover begins on Friday 22nd April and ends on Saturday 30th April.

Part II

Cannibalism

Numerous stories in Greek mythology involve cannibalism, but only between close family members. It was practiced to maintain purity and specialness and mirrored the Egyptian Pharaohic practice of incest, which aimed to retain the purity to the royal lineage bestowed by the gods.

Not too dissimilar to the Islamic practice of marrying within the family pool, cannibalism and Egyptian royal incest associated purity with, and emerged from, as well as being bounded, by kinship.

Privilege, prestige and oneness were the core precepts of cannibal practice originally, before it became widespread globally.

In Gough’s Cave, England, there is evidence of communal cannibalism practiced around 15000 years ago. In fact, evidence exists that cannibalism was actually still practiced around 2000 years ago in Great Britain, and across Europe during various periods, until recent times.

In World War II, there was reported cannibalism at the siege of Leningrad, among Soviet POWs dying in Nazi camps due to extreme starvation, and also among German troops when they were besieged in Stalingrad as well as when they were later transferred to prison camps in Siberia.

In India, the Aghoris (Indian ascetics), consume human flesh that’s been cooked on the funeral pyre, after the family of the deceased has left. They believe the flesh provides spiritual benefits, and they claim that it tastes like chicken.

In the USA, in 1931, New York reporter William Buehler Seabrook secured a chunk of human meat from the body of a healthy person killed in an accident, from a hospital intern, and he cooked and ate it. He reported, “It was like good, fully developed veal, not young, but not yet beef. It was so nearly good, fully developed veal, that I think no person with a palate of ordinary, normal sensitiveness could distinguish it from veal, and cannot be mistaken for goat, high game, or pork.”

In his book The Gulag Archipelago, Alexandra Solzhenitsyn describes cannibalism in 20th century USSR, where children, dead by famine, were eaten by their parents.

When the Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 crashed in the Andes on 13th October 1972, the survivors resorted to eating the deceased during their 72 days in the mountains.

In England, on 23rd July 1988, Rick Gibson ate human flesh in public, in Walthamstow, London. The country does not have a specific law against cannibalism. He did so again on 15th April 1989, in Lewisham High Street, London. When Gibson attempted to eat human meat in Vancouver on 14th July 1989 the Canadian police confiscated his meal. However charges were dropped, and he went on to eat another piece of human flesh on the steps of the Vancouver court house on 22nd September 1989.

Part III

Cannibalism, Spring Festivals and Sikh New Year

Paganism has an unbelievable amount of words, rites and rituals that overlap with Vedic Brahmanism, as indeed do many of the Voodoo rites and rituals practiced globally. Brahmanism, briefly, denotes living in harmony with nature and venerating the organic template. It believes the egg has a special symbolic meaning, hence an old Pagan ritual of ‘sacrificing’ an egg by placing it under the foundations of new buildings for protection, well-being, and progression.

Nowadays, during Pagan and Christian spring festivals eggs are coloured brightly, the brightness communicating renewal, freshness, fertility, and the propagation of spices (which also represent fertility).

The Latin proverb “Omne vivum ex ovo”, meaning “All life comes from an egg” coincides perfectly with pure knowledge, the Vadantic scriptures, and the most modern de-mystified writing that exists today referred to and addressed as Sikhism’s living Guru. These all acknowledge that the whole universe was created from an egg. Creation, in Sikhism, is in fact repeatedly called an egg.

The egg thus continues to circulate today as a meaningful emblem of life and as an allegory for rebirth.

Sacrifice, nowadays, takes the form of a nominal food offering, a monetary donation to a religious or dharmic organisation, or to a charity, or else seva (selfless service for the benefit of another).

The sacrificial practice continues to be led by the elder male of a family group. The sanctity of the occasion is duly observed with reverent introspection, and a silent expression of gratitude that one is capable of offering the gift or service in the first place. It is interesting how without any external prompt humbleness automatically surfaces during the sacrifice.

We now live in a cycle of negative Shiva, as opposed to a cycle of positive Shiva. This represents transmutation, negative technology, self-interest presiding over charity, and the search for self-realisation. Thus, the charity of this cycle is the sacrifice of money, and/or giving away articles and items of wealth.

Charity was also practiced during the negative cycle of Brahma. That period witnessed the beginning of the hallowed activity of sacred sacrifice of a living Being. Initially, the living Being was ordinary grain. Then it was fruit and eggs. Later, the sacrifice was elevated to one’s personal possessions, a sacrifice of personal wealth; hence the beginning of animal sacrifice. It began with small domesticated farm animals including the hare, until people’s grandiose egos pushed them to sacrifice ever larger animals. Then the (now) unacceptable happened. For numerous emotional and/or seasonal reasons, the sacrifice became human, moving from infants to adult females and adult males. However, the most potent sacrifice was deemed to be the sacrifice of young females.

Sacrifice, right from the beginning, involved conscious acknowledgement that the gift became sanctified through the act of sacrifice, that it was blessed and imbued with grace. Once sanctified, the offering was shared among attendees, so that they might be blessed by consuming the sanctified object – first grains, then eggs, then animals, and eventually humans. But human flesh consumption was limited in the Brahma period to the royals and the high priests.

This practice changed, as the governing thought-energy changed. Four of the five thought-energy states are:

  1. Maiea
  2. Brahma
  3. Vishnu
  4. Shiva

These each have three expressions of which two are applicable to ordinarywallas (being the positive and negative cycles). It has to be remembered that all four states are interwoven and interlinked. They exist in both their positive and negative templates as an everyday occurrence, and they flip between various expressions moment to moment.

Ordinarywallas are familiar with the trinity state concept of Hinduism, namely, Brahma – the coagulator, Vishnu – the stabilizer, and Shiva – the transmutator. Enveloping and preceding them is state one, the Maiea symmetry.

State one: Sacrifice of the inner self. Doubt is sacrificed, and clarity sought in the process.

State two: Grain and seasonal food become the sacrificial norm. Ego gains importance.

State three: Animal offering, followed by human offering, becomes the status quo.

State four: A proxy sacrifice is established in place of personal sacrifice, such that material objects become the sacrificial lamb.

Whichever way we look at it, the practice of making an offering during the period of regeneration, i.e. Spring, is driven by the norms of one’s customs.

To begin with, nature make a sacrifice of crops, and humans harvest and consume that sacrifice (death) once the crop or fruit is ripe. Thus, the concept of consuming death is itself nature-driven. We as humans eat death. Many, like myself, who are life-long lacto-vegetarian, pompously register our distain for eating death in the form of flesh. Yet we consume the dead. The dead in our instance are dead vegetables.

Pomposity in us compels us to declare we are superior to flesh-eaters. But are we, outside of our own high-falutin’ sense of authority, really superior at all to, and more internally advanced than, those we think of as emotionally-retarded, spiritually bereft, dead-flesh eating savages? No, we are exactly the same.

What is a vegetarian (Indian)? Let’s clear up the gobbledegook western terminology:

Selective Vegetarian (SV)       white meat eater, will consume eggs and fish

Vegetarian (V)                           will not consume eggs or fish – however, is not a vegan

Restricted Vegetarian (RV)     will not consume root or commercial vegetables

Vegan                                           will not consume dairy, eats commercial vegetables

Inaccurately, in the west, those who do eat eggs, fish and commercial vegetables, but not dairy, call themselves vegan. To date, however, I have yet to meet one who fulfills the criteria of the ultra strict vegetarian diet of Jainism.

Side Note: Dairy, natural yogurt and ghee are quintessential staples of the diet of Jain ascetics The above sentence is part of an old argument people would try to hammer me on regarding fats and cholesterol, when I maintained that fats and cholesterol are a quintessential components needed for a flexible healthy body, while manufactured foods are the evil that we need to reject totally. Thus, honey is fine as well as all nuts, but white sugar and processed food will prove to be the foundations of virulent disease, as opposed to dysfunctional bio-sphere disease. God, I was even hammered mercilessly when I maintained that healthy four-times-a-week sex was vital to retain youthfulness.

Smug?

Well yes, it is nice to be proven right, however if one is treading the inner awakening path, tutored by a descending Being, then sexual activity goes out of the window totally lest it be under strict conditions, in tandem with strict adherence to diet, coupled with several other observations that are mandatory…and the chances of meeting, and then being taken under the wing of a descending Being are between remote to never.

Leaving aside the pompous grandstanding of the vegetarians or those who follow the Jain diet, I put forward the concept that animals who eat a living Being, be that a leaf still attached to it stalk and branch, or an animal consumed alive, are better dieticians and far more honest Beings than the hypocrite vegetarian looking down on the meat-eating human.

And to the meat-eaters I ask: Simply because the animal you eat is not configured as a human does this make you any less a cannibal?

The majority of animals consumed share more than 50% DNA with humans. So how is it that eating an animal, which shares any percentage of DNA with a human, is not cannibalism?

Serious points to ponder.

An interesting side note: Fertilizer, earth and water, and the transformation of the three energy systems via a seedling into an edible vegetable is Shiva configuration in action. This is a very good example of transmutation. In simple terms, death of one entity giving life to a more progressive life form.

Reverting…

The concept of a sacrifice, in honour of nature’s regeneration in the northern hemisphere, is built into the human psyche. The Sikhs, annually, make the same sacrifice.

This year, Sikhs will celebrate their New Year on 13th March 2016. This date is lunar-based and changes annually.

Globally, the sacrifice the Sikhs will make on this date is several hours of repetitive prayer that invokes dissolution of

  • disease
  • mental problems
  • emotional ill-will

…and that seeks to replace it with peaceful resolution amongst all living beings, be they human or non-human.

But at the same time, Sikhs love a party, and the arrival of Spring will be no exception.

This year, from 25th – 27th March, the spiritual activity of defensive war games, hand-to-hand armed combat and other such disciplines will be practiced and celebrated in Panjab, and by Sikhs globally. The food offered and consumed will be lacto-vegetarian, and not a single desire for commercial partying will be exercised.

Please, join me as I invite you to share a miniscule moment of your time by either visiting a place of worship to say a prayer, or expressing a thought for global peace amongst all humans.

Alternatively, light a jôt or candle*, but like me do it on the quiet, and buy someone less fortunate than yourself a meal.

*(Candle and Jôt: Represents light. The wick is humanity’s ego, the beeswax or ghee is sinless purity. The flame is the divine nature. Five types of incense are used, representing five positive classifications of awakening. The five negative classifications are Kama-Lust, Krodh-anger-rage-wrath, Lobha-greed, Moha-attachment-delusion, Ahankar-ego-arrogance-nescience; or as I prefer, the five positives are non-violence, truth, non-stealing, controlled-chastity, non-attachment.)

My prayers are with you all, and I request that you accept my wish for your health and emotional well-being…and smile. No matter what, just smile.

Higher Meditation

Authentic air travel automatically involves travelling first class. Cattle class is akin to a priest claiming to be an atheist, championing liberalism, while frowning at the multitude of others’ sexual partners though not of course his own.

Haters, sadists and masochists appreciate the cold-blooded anti-liberal call to duty. Their condemnation, misunderstanding, frustration, and lop-sided praise shield acronyms where balance and fiction exist, but not to themselves.

Meditation similarly falls into two distinct groups: commercial meditation and higher meditation. Higher meditation would be air travel in first class, albeit that it is inaccessible to all but the selected, or indeed the elected, few.

Commercial meditation teaches various yoga postures, increasingly disconnected from accurate breathing, let alone correct breathing, and simultaneously claims to open the chakras.

It’s like saying from a male perspective, ‘I have a penis, and so an orifice, any orifice, will do’; or from the female perspective, ‘I have an orifice, and so any penetrating object will do’…and then claiming you’ve had the most exhilarating, deeply moving, and love-based orgasm. Orgasms are only meaningful if they are loving. Otherwise, they are physiologically satisfying and psychologically empty. That is precisely the difference between commercial meditation and higher meditation.

Wherever I turn, I witness cheap meditation. Laden with pomp, authority and pseudo-aloofness (implying detachment), cheap meditation is taught shamelessly, and practiced wholeheartedly. The naïve teach the ignorant. The ignorant lap-up the misguidance as if it were a gift from a God. Take kundalini yoga. When invoked and practiced, it invigorates the bio-energy system, creating good feeling. However, it also systematically erodes balance, creating mental and emotional imbalance, and leading to psychosis and psychotic behaviour.

Recently, I visited a place of worship where a university-aged kid was leading meditation. He was repeating a reverently deep word that should not be used and that has nothing to do with social meditation. On top of that, he was breaking the word into its syllabic parts, intoning the first upon inhaling and the second upon exhaling. He deemed this to constitute deep meditation.

No, sunshine, the combination of the reverently deep word in tandem with the type of breathing you were conducting and leading the congregation in is simply and straight-forwardly hyper-ventilation. Indeed, if you just repeated the word ‘one’ upon inhaling and ‘two’ upon exhaling then you would experience precisely the same heightened well-being as you assume to have reached via the two-breath invocation of the reverently deep word.

Increasingly, I witness Asian kids like this whipper-snapper at the gurdwara, their chests inflated in announcement of their educational achievement; these doctors and lawyers whose arrogance and vanity are breathtaking, and who assume their education confers authoritative excellence upon their every utterance, including anything relating to meditation and scriptural lore.

The way they act is like saying that because you work in a mango grove, which is at the same latitude where coffee is grown, you are a qualified and experienced barista.

In the same way, hyper-ventilation is not meditation. But everywhere education begets arrogant self-importance…I witness the same idiocy all over the world.

Let me elucidate.

In Sikhism, we have three prime words. All three words predate Sanskrit and are easily found in languages more ancient than Sanskrit. The words represent the moment of pre-creation, and they are conducive to as well as indicating the type and manner of coagulation of matter in a given dimension, and the actual zone that contains a group of dimensions.

Thus death – lifelessness, that state when a body is no longer locomotive – just like a solid mass of steel or anything else for that matter, is a tangible reality; it not only resonates with the hum or vibration of the three sacred words, but the sacred words are actually present therein. To put it very simply, those three sacred words are the bedrock of creation.

Ordinarywalas assume that death means evacuation of the three-word symmetry. No, it is the very opposite. The emptiness of space of a given galaxy, or the space galaxies occupy, exists because of the three-word symmetry. Death only means lack of vocal communication and organs at primeval rest. The presence of the three-word symmetry carries on albeit the body is cremated and ground into small dust particles. The change in physical shape does not denote the disintegration or disappearance or even the dissolution of the three-word symmetry; that it can take place at all is wholly dependent on the presence of the three-word symmetry.

Inhaling and exhaling breath in tandem with the invocation of the supreme word does not indicate a gift from the Gods.

In fact, all you have done is given your organs a good going over while remaining physically stationary. It is not meditation, let alone higher meditation.

Higher meditation requires life-long humility, humbleness and servitude repeated endlessly without seeking redemption in return. Eventually, after countless lifetimes as a doormat without any self-importance, an elite person is authorized to guide you. The tests become increasingly painful until you comprehend attachment and you stand as an observer of your own psychology. It is at this stage that meditation at its basic level begins.

Guys, to those of you practising commercial meditation, I say, ‘maintain your focus, as all these stages of internal introspection are stepping stones to higher integration, until you hopefully hit poised integrity, which may then trigger a response from the elite to perhaps take you under their wings.’

To the arrogant ‘look at me, I’m so educated’ doctors and lawyers (because it’s never the PhDs, engineers, astro-physicists and mathematicians who strut arrogantly) who purport to teach meditation my message is, ‘take a chill pill, for you are the classic idiots.’

Make no mistake, in slapping you down I have done you a great favour. I have introduced you to your own falsehood, in the hope you step back and begin a balanced introspection.

Good luck guys.

Menstruation and Hinduism

On November 24th 2015, the internet was sensationalized by the story of a Hindu hilltop temple, Sabarimala, in Kerala, India, whose president announced that women may be allowed entrance if a machine could be used confirming that they were not menstruating.

The temple’s president stood firm on the management committee’s decision to bar entry to women of child-bearing age on the grounds that their bleeding would defile the temple’s purity.

The president cited the new-age decision as an old-age tenet of religious practice. In fact he was spouting an ancient misinterpretation of an equally ancient quote, which, when read in its entirety also states that, ‘you need visible horns on your head to be called dumb…’

My response:

In 1650, a mercantile body engaged the Rajahs, lawyers and businessmen of the time to construct a common working language for the banking and mercantile class across the countries of north India, countries that are now called states. The states that make up Pakistan, the states of current north India, including Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Sikkim and Myanmar (then known as greater India) and down to the emptiness of the Deccan plateau were all once countries of the old India. The new business confederacy, with its standardized legal currency, and its shared business language, legal framework and ethos, was given the name ‘Hindu’. The Hindu template extended beyond the parameters of the mercantile to construct a specifically Hindu religious template as a sign of modernity. It took another one hundred years for this concept to formally take root. By the time the Europeans arrived, the term Hindu was entrenched, but it only gained legal recognition under the British occupation, and even then only as a term of segregation and division.

‘Hindu’ was from the outset, then, never a dharma, a religion or a rite-ritual entity.

It was an economic, later socio-cultural construct. Nehru confirmed this – in books, in English – when he wrote that Hinduism only took root in the 1750s, originally as a function of commercial, business and banking ease and integration across the old India countries. (Gandhi, too, held the same view in private, though he would not declare this openly, and neither ‘Hindu’, regardless of their education and knowledge, refused to de-list Hinduism as a religion or dharma.)

Hinduism was a framework employing codes and regulations to bind commercial players and transactions to principles and practices of fair play and trust without third-party oversight. This drew upon a belief in adhering to one’s personal and ancient genetic dharma, which was sacrosanct and could not be soiled or betrayed. So what the new common Hindu practice conferred on the world of business and commercial activity was a code of conduct that each side would act according to their prescribed dharma and on a basis of mutual trust.

Alongside this, a formal ritual business practice was also established. This brought together diverse and highly valued rituals under the rubric of a shared Hindu-business prayer ritual, which was overseen by an officiating Pandit, whose remit was to be more cosmopolitan than exacting. The Pandit knew the parties involved were lacklustre parishioners of their own dharma, the hypocrisy and expedience of the business world requiring that they cross lines which strict adherence to their personal dharma would not in fact allow them to transgress.

So much for age-old Hindu edicts.

Now let me revert to the temple and its discrimination against women…

Background:

In C.E.900, Adi Shankaracharya defeated a man in a formal debate. The man’s wife challenged him to a debate about the act of man-woman love-making. Adi Shankaracharya, a Sannyasi – somebody who has never had a sexual relationship nor been moved to masturbate – accepted. Now, as an old soul (not to be confused with atman), the Sannyasi ought to have been able to draw on the databank of previous emotionscapes and physiologicalscapes in order to participate in the debate. He did not. Instead, he pulled what in the hierarchy of divinity is considered a dirty trick. He caused the death of the husband.

As the body was being carried for cremation the husband regained life. The husband and wife enjoyed sexual union numerous times. Then the husband died again. This time, as his body was being carried for cremation, on the horizon appeared Sannyasi Adi Shankaracharya. After due passage of time, he took up the debate with the now widowed woman. The widow accused him of having defiled his own body, so informatively did he speak about love-making. The Sannyasi announced that he had in fact used the body of her now cremated husband, the first time he had passed away, to gain experience of love-making.

The widow, who had believed that she was making love to her husband when he came back to life, was shocked at the revelation that his body had been appropriated by another. She felt herself to have violated her marriage vows, and she duly conceded the debate to Adi Shankaracharya.

At the august indication of Adi Shankaracharya, victorious in debate against a woman, India was subsequently united under the leadership of men. The Mohammedan invasion and iron-fist belief in, and implementation of, female subservience to man therefore found its corollary in the Indian practice of men-only rulers…a practice with no religious or dharmic grounding, but arrived at by one wily old Sannyasi and ever since contrived to be emblematic of ‘Hinduism’ – the same Hinduism later constructed as an integrative mechanism and framework of business practice.

And it is in the Mohammedans’ rules and dictates, governed by Semitic concepts, that the notion of ‘unclean’ menstruating woman emerged and was practiced by those anxious to not fall foul of their Mohammedan Rajahs.

A troublesome problem: men dictate terms of conduct to women, the very women without whom – from the Pandit to the Lounge Lizard – man could not be born, let alone survive or find sexual and emotional comfort. Nevertheless, these women are used as whipping boys by men suffering from the inferiority complex derived from knowing that they owe everything to women…

…oh, what joy it must be to be a confused Hindu man.

Once upon a time my word was my bond

As a new émigré, Bapuji (one of a few titles for ‘father in Panjabi) took me around the usual landmarks of London.

I arrived in the middle of British winter from the heat of the tropics, wrapped up like a doll against the cold, the sweat dripping off me under all those layers. Bapuji could overdo the caring bit sometimes. But in those days one did not question the dictates of one’s elders. This was just as true for English families back then. Now though…sacré bleu, how things have changed! Nowadays, snot-ridden kids are telling their elders right from wrong. All that remains is for a kid to sue his parents for intellectual, aesthetic, and inescapable fear, a confetti of trauma where the penultimate charge would be the fear of being a victim due to the constant and repeated use of the wrong sexual position while the mother was carrying the child in her womb. The future is as blind as it is shrewd.

Reverting…

Among the many places Bapuji and I visited were vast and ornate religious dwellings, the cathedrals of St Pauls and Westminster Abbey. Bapuji showed deference in the vast wombs of these structures. I felt nothing. You may recall that I was born with ESP abilities, so I witness world from an additional spectrum. The large oversized candles adorning the catacombs left me unimpressed. These overbearing structures were not a place of meditation or of communion with ‘god’. They were commercial enterprises. Fagan draped in religious gowns smilingly enticing the entrance tithe from visitors.

Weeks later, Bapuji and I drove to Coventry. In those days, the current motorway network did not exist, and Bapuji, an intrepid adventurer, seldom took the standard route. He would always opt for the scenic route; the longer the drive, the better. Small country lanes were eye-opening. We would stop constantly to visit local shops – remember, in those days commercial enterprise was dominated by the sole trader, whose wares differed from region to region, so visiting them was like taking in the culture of the land.

A turban-wearing Sikh dressed in rather expensive three-piece suits, with a wonderful command of the English language, a humorous twinkle in his eye, a quick wit, and a deep raucous laughter that came from deep in his belly, Bapuji was welcomed wherever we went. Ofcourse, racial abuse was a given, but he would side-step it all with grace and studied indifference, and continue with the matter in hand.

At many villages, Bapuji made a point of visiting the local church. In those days they remained open, vandalism and disrespect for property having not yet crossed the pond from the US of A. Individualism had not as yet descended into ‘destroy whatever lies in your path’…that particular psyche-cancer came along some twenty-five years later.

The churches Bapuji and I visited always had a ready and waiting congregation present – the occupiers of the surrounding graveyard. Some were nice, while others were nasty and vile psyches, and all were draped in their period clothing. It is an interesting fact that the buried dead always wear clothing from their period; they may change their attire when you meet them again, but it will always be from the same period in which they lived and died. Dead tailors must be doing a roaring trade, methinks. Even their original social and class bearing is impeccably observed…how interesting.

Regardless, the local villages’ ‘places of worship’ were enveloped in a far more pure essence of worship than the commercial cathedrals of the city.

Years later, grown up and traveling on my own, I visited places of worship of other religions and dominations.

I found the Moslim Mosques to be always shrouded in a quiet, yet angry and painful, atmosphere. The Jewish Synagogues left me unmoved and I found in them no essence of peace. The African-Caribbean churches were always happy and peaceful places. The Hindu Mandirs were indifferent, their atmosphere contrived and pleasant, but lacking in solemnity and peace. The Sikh Gurdwaras were in the main very peaceful, though nowadays there are exceptions occurring and the atmosphere is on the downward spiral there too. The most consistently elegant, serene, graceful atmosphere I have found and experienced is at the Buddhist places of worship. Well done guys. I hope you do not lose your way.

Out of all the places of worship I have visited the Sikh Gurdwara is an interesting one to study. You see, once upon a time, a Sikh’s word stood for truth and honesty. Then they embraced modern governance and commercialism, and they changed.

Why and how?

Generally, a place of worship is a space of calm and peaceful introspection. But it can change, morphing for example into the kind of place that we see in the modern Sikh Gurdwara.

Let us remember that any given place of worship represents its parishioners’ changing psyche. Differences, disputes, arguments, and quarrels are part of the natural evolution of a congregation. They reflect changing social ideas, practices and mobility. But a place of worship is also the one single place where factions and groups could come together and find common ground with each other.

Making the transition into the 20th century Sikhs were subject to a social, commercial and a global awakening – a mobility metamorphosis. Ofcourse there were going to be disputes and disagreements about the relative merits of embracing the future or holding on to the dead wood of the past. The elders refused any dilution of the past, and saw the coming changes as harbingers of a weakened Sikh ethos. The youth wanted a more malleable environment. Quarrels arose, factionalism became entrenched, and the spectre of a large-scale violence loomed. The Sikhs were living under British ignorance and misunderstanding of how non-European social communities evolve, and of course lacking patience the British got themselves involved in Sikh Gurdwara affairs. Sitting in the driving seat, fuelled by the masterful intelligence called ignorance, the British used the barrel of the gun to impose on the Sikhs an utterly unreligious and anti-Sikh-ethos set of practices.

The Brits imposed elections on each Gurdwara. In one single stroke, they threw out the seasoned and the pious, who had ultimately always carried the day, and brought in the failed social politician. The politician-idiot, with mega-ego as his brotherly-advisor, seeking self-importance, and realising that he stood zero chance in the world of real politics, groomed and charmed the parishioners into voting for his brand of Sikhism.

The original Sikh ethos died. A new socio-commercial Sikh ethos was born.

Like cancer, which when it spreads, weakens and lessens the durability of the old original cells, so was the fate of the Sikhs with the introduction of Gurdwara elections.

Such have been the changes accepted by the failed social politicians who are at the helm of the Gurdwaras that the small side-arm kirpan, always carried by the ordained seer-Sikh (Khalsa), has had its defensive effectiveness nullified, having been reduced from nine inches to six inches. On top of which, British interference – eagerly accepted by the elected Gurdwara pseudo-leaders – means that langar, food which is respected for the fact that it is imbued with the Grace of the Divine, is now cooked according to English health and safety regulations.

The political-cowards who comprise the trustees of Sikh gurdwaras actually try to outdo each other in how they jump when asked by their British masters, such is their desperation to be liked and spoken about nicely by the British authorities.

What religious/spiritual stupidity.

I need to explain what is meant by ‘stupid’ when uttered by those of my background. We divide consciousness into three groups: the first group is the 1% of the population who acknowledge their own ignorance about most things. The second group is the 1% who are called the wise, but who rationalise that what they know in the scheme of things amounts to next-to-nothing. The third group is the remaining 98%, who know very little but claim far deeper knowledge, and we call them the stupid. I am going to illustrate my point using the example of the April-May 2014 ‘election’ for the management committee tasked with running a Sikh Gurdwara known locally as Hibernia Gurdwara, Hounslow, UK (its fuller title can be googled).

Where once upon a time a Sikh’s word was his/her bond, now we have a prime example of a regrettable and new global Sikh phenomenon happening at the Hibernia Gurdwara ‘place of worship’.

Let me summarise some of the conditions of elections for this ‘sanctuary of Sikh worship’. The first point is that an outside body will oversee the election. Sikhs, who the world over were known for their honesty and truthfulness now do not even trust each other. This means that not a single Sikh at this place of Sikh worship trusts their fellow Sikh.

How shameful.

Another condition of election is that a clean police criminal check report be presented for scrutiny. Yet another is that non-refundable fees have to be paid by those standing for election. Furthermore, one must be a registered member of the Gurdwara, and provide bio-data documents in support of one’s application to register. Other conditions for elections to this Gurdwara may still be available on their website, and they make for fascinating reading.

The one thing that stands out in all of this is that the Gurdwara is not a place of free Sikh worship. It is a members only organisation. You have to be a listed member of this place of ‘god worship’ or else…

I refuse to sign-up to any type of ‘God card’ carrying members-only club or organisation…clearly I shan’t be welcome in heaven unlike the motley crew.

Simply adding a word to what is simply a members club in order to denote it a place of worship does not make it a place of worship any more than the ‘Muslim Parliament of the UK’ is a parliament in any way, shape or form, or calling 400m sq shop a superstore makes it a superstore.

The point that the failed politicians who grasp for power in Gurdwaras cannot recognise is that, unlike them, the general public is clued up about what passes for an acceptable religious functionary. The community has always been well up to date on who has a criminal record, and what type of crime it refers to. But what the congregation did was choose their own representative based on that person’s religious and seva credentials.

Seva is the cornerstone of Sikh ethics and ethos. This selfless service is prized higher than my type of ability, where one has the capacity to speak in minute detail about any given religious or dharmic text. And I, in my position have to humble myself in the presence of one who is engaged in seva. So, until the British government’s interference in matters in which they had zero understanding, the Gurdwaras were managed by the devout, and at times by the sternly devout. But the common thread connecting these devotees was their desire and ambition to engage in humble selfless service (seva) on behalf of the Gurdwara establishment. This automatically included washing and cleaning the toilets; and hand-washing the used food trays, glasses, cups and utensils. The humblest and most prized of the many duties involved cleaning the footwear of the congregation.

But the modern elected-committee peacocks, chests puffed, are never seen doing these chores until elections are around the corner. These peacocks wear the full English dress of suit, boot and tie. What the elected rulers of the tiny fiefdoms to this day do not realise is that the tie stands as a symbol of the cross of Jesus of Nazareth, and it announces the wearer as a devout Christian (read more on this in my essay ‘The crucifixion tie’). Then these very peacocks denounce Sikh children who embrace Englishness or a European life-style, and they wonder what transpired to make their children turn away from Sikhism. Meanwhile, these every peacocks, themselves wearing emblems of Christianity, make sure their wives wear full Panjabi suit when attending Gurdwara. At home the man rules the roost, wearing European clothing and mimicking European behaviour, while their wives follow meekly and more often than not wear Asian clothing. Watching all of this, their children assume that Europeanism is power and freedom, and they defect as soon as they are able to Europeanism.

In Bapuji’s time, they had no choice but to wear European clothing, but nowadays no one is forced.

The only thing missing from further progression into European modernity is that Sikh men have not as yet moved to wearing the skull cap instead of their turban, and Sikh women have not yet fully argued the point that if leg skin must remain covered then tights and stockings do that job adequately, or that a wig, such as Jewish women wear when they leave the house, suffices to cover their hair at the Gurdwara.

After all, Sikhism is the most modern and flexible faith currently trading its wares. So why should Sikh women not be allowed to wear a wig if their husbands can wear European dress to the same religious function and facility?

The modern Sikh has forgotten that even after the seer-Sikh (Khalsa) has passed a resolution an ordinary Sikh woman can veto their decision and ask them to reconsider and come up with an alternative decision.

The modern Sikh has forgotten that in other faiths a woman is given rights, and at times even given equal rights to a man. This is not true in Sikhism. No rights, let alone equal rights, have been given to Sikh women. In Sikhism of old, something that has been forgotten, it is Sikh women who conferred equal status on men; men were powerless to confer equality on those who are superior to them.

Lest Sikh men forget, it is women who give us life, and mother us. How on earth can we be superior or even equal to that which gives life to Life?

This basic principle, lost in all other faiths, is the first truth of Sikhism.

So, if Sikh women attend Gurdwara in their cultural clothing, why do Sikh men wear clothing of another culture to attend the same religious function?

Inferiority complex!

If Sikh men had an ounce of Sikh integrity they would never again enter or attend a Gurdwara in anything other then their cultural attire.

Will I see it happen?

Nope.

Why?

Because Sikh men lack the confidence, integrity, honesty and pride in their own culture, save for wearing the glamorous turban.

In the process, Gurdwaras are fast losing the essence of purity they once exuded so abundantly. Places of worship are becoming commercial worship centers. Seva is seldom done by the elected politicians, who walk with an air of arrogance, accompanied by a personal mantra of rudeness. If approached they dismissively wave you away in the direction of another who manages a portfolio catering to your needs. This person listens but knows his decision will be over-ruled by the head-peacock, the same one who waved you away in the first place.

And in all of this aren’t I the lucky one – that even if I wanted to run for pseudo-important elections, I have misplaced all my bio-paperwork, without which the initial form to become a member of the Gurdwara club cannot be rubber-stamped.

Oh well, I’ll just have to remain a nobody.

I cannot even shed a tear at this sad poignant moment. I wonder if it is because I need to be registered as a member of a pseudo-gurdwara-club to shed a tear?!

Well, I could always approach the head-peacock for clarification, but I don’t think a portfolio exists for crocodile tears…

The Crucifixion Tie

From a young age I had a natural flair for perception that entailed an intimate understanding of phenomena beyond self-consciousness. Artistic simplifications, such as marrying multiple and totally unrelated colours, made complete sense to me though others found it confusing. Even now, when I paint, if my paintbrush touches a colour I never baulk at using it regardless of its relationship to adjacent colours. Eventually the colour palette looks satisfactory; and albeit that it may seem strange, it appeals.

Similarly, quantum consciousness is an omnivorously transcendent yet simplistic entity. However, to the ordinarywallahs it is like a swaggering revolution, laced with panoramic blandness.

In the England of my childhood – a hard, unforgiving, intolerant, rude, obnoxious society – I chose to wear unshorn hair proudly. Then, upon entering the secondary school system, aged eleven or so, I chose to wear a full adult turban. The turban made me stand out, ofcourse. However, no one ever made a demeaning or derogatory remark that I ever heard regarding my turban, in school or outside of it.

At a personal level, growing up, I greeted some people with humour, and kept others at a distance, since by now my ESP gave me insight into their nasty minds, and so I kept them at arm’s length. Humour and mischief were my natural traits. The combination would get me into trouble, and just as often get me out of many a tight situation.

When I took the first steps in a career that I chose rather than the one chosen for me, I found it irritating to have to wear a suit, boot and tie. The regimented dress felt like being back at school. But what my chosen career environment allowed me to do was to use my intuitive ability against the tax regime, and to suggest appropriate legal vehicles for lowering or mitigating death duty, now called inheritance tax. I was good. I read endlessly, especially the older tax regulations, and I always found an overlooked or forgotten law or rule to resuscitate that would help lower tax liabilities. The joy was not the income I derived from such work, but the intellectual sharpness I engaged to manoeuvre the tax regime in my favour. In fact, I found the taxman (they were all men at that time) very friendly and accommodating, and not in the least overbearing or threatening. They were there to complete a remit given by the government of the day. And they did that very well. I was there to see a way around the government’s latest methods to raid more of one’s income, saving or inheritance.

An accountant’s job is to tell you how much tax you have to pay. A tax planner’s duty is to locate a legal framework to lower the same. They are two very different disciplines. The most telling aspect of my personality was my strict adherence to the fact that tax had to be paid, and that foul means would not be entertained in order to circumvent this. Coupled with this was my ability to see an investment opportunity in the financial or property market. I worked mostly on a limited part-time basis, and only to assist the select few, and increasingly I refused to accept any monetary payment in return. My job satisfaction was derived from being able to find a method to lower tax liability which others from the same discipline were unable to find or hadn’t even considered. Money never motivated me. A sense of accomplishment enthused and sustained me then, as it does to this day.

One day, when I was visiting a colleague to advise his team of financial advisors, his boss invited me for a chat in his office. He offered me a job with a very handsome remuneration package. I asked if he was a practicing Christian and also a stickler for office discipline. His answer to both was affirmative. In response, I suggested that he appoint somebody else since I would have to decline his generous offer. He was dumbfounded and sought an explanation. As a Sikh, I told him, I refuse to wear the insignia confirming my adherence to Christianity and which underscores Jesus Christ of Nazareth as my god-conduit. The man was taken aback, but he composed himself and offered to exempt me from having to wear a tie. I thanked him, before pointing out that office discipline was vital for productivity, and that others would follow my lead and request various laxities and relaxations around the office, which would in turn affect the functioning of the office.

About twenty-five years after this incident, and while I was at a Gujarati curry-café (what the hell is a curry house?) someone called out my name; the face looked familiar. We greeted each other warmly and the man insisted that I meet his family, who were dining at the same place. Gathering his large extended family together, he pointed to me and said, “You know I am always telling you about a very proud Sardarji [Sardarji is the title for a turban-wearing Sikh], with very strong principles, who would not sell out his faith for any amount of money? Well, this is that gentleman.” Duly impressed, the family returned to their seats, and I turned to ask what on earth was he on about. The man reminded me about the job offer that had been made me all those years ago, recounted to me my reasons for turning it down, and relayed to me how impressed the company’s entire staff – of whom he was one – had been with my integrity for not selling out my strong beliefs in return for a very handsome financial package. “As a matter of interest, how much does that position pay now?” I enquired. “With someone of your ability, well over a six figure sum plus bonuses”. “Wow”, I thought to myself, “I turned it down, I must have been mad.” Yet, the reality is that even today I would refuse to accept that offer if it meant I had to wear a tie.

All my shirts are collarless. And I have always worn an amended version of the traditional Indian jacket/coat over the shirt. And, yes, I look very handsome in that outfit.

Since my early adulthood, I have been sharing why non-Christians need not wear a tie, as it signifies being a Christian. The tie stands for both the cross, and the crucifixion of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. However, the fear of not getting a job, or even of losing one, exerts enormous blackmail-style pressure on individuals to wear a tie. It is a very sad and indeed narrow mindset that makes the European world insist that everyone dress like them, or else you will not get a job, or land the much-needed business deal. What do the Europeans fear?

Is the race-European any less moronic than the Islamist who insists women wear the face veil and be covered from head to toe?

It seems you can paint your house any colour, as long as it is bland.

Someone is suffering from a lack of self-esteem, and in doing so they are the mirror image of the “fanatical Islamist”.

To the Sikhs who appear on England-based television stations I appeal: please have the dignity to not wear the Christian tie under your long beards. You are not Christians, nor are you emotional cowards. Your confused dress gives out an equally confusing subliminal message to the viewers. It says: be a Sikh, but put a higher value on yourself by dressing like a Christian.

How sad.

I do not want Christians, Jews or Muslims to dress like me, a Sikh.

You call only your mother “mother”, and I call only my mother, “mother”. Why do you insist that I have to call your mother and not my own, “mother”?

Please, grow up, and enjoy cultural diversity.

We in England are very lucky to have a fantastic and fascinating global community, culture, diet, and integration. Yes, we are integrated. And no, we do not want or need to mimic the European cultural-ethnic style to indicate integration, for that is insulting to both the host migrants and the new migrants. We need to value diversity, and not crucify it into blandness like the indigenous migrants demand.

And always remember that the people now called Indians were the ones who vacated the land that came subsequently to be occupied by Caucasians, and that now is called Europe.

Humans have always been and will always remain migrants.

Another truth humans cannot escape is that we are guardian-tenants of a land, we are never its owners.

Something to reflect on.

On revising scripts and calendars: An open letter to Maharani Preneet Kaur of Patiala

Improvements, revisions, and modifications are deemed a necessity lest an academic is pigeon-holed as a non-entity. Applause of a newer schism is acceptable, but to be ignored or deemed unremarkable is the ego-death nail to an academic.

The above paragraph is borrowed from my essay ‘Changes to Alphabet’. In that essay I discuss how English letters evolved, being in some cases joined together, eventually either to be dropped or replaced. The essay took shape after a Sikh academic from North America descended on this little island and delivered a polished, well-rehearsed gobbledygook word-speak. A mooncalf let loose simply because he could deliver a polished talk. As for the content – I was left waiting for content, but it never arrived. What I heard instead was nonsense packaged with the panache of a campus novelette.

The problem with revisionists and academics is that in their desire to ‘be someone’ they attain Idiocy. Many who read my work are aware of the definition that we, from our background, use to identify ‘stupid’ – an individual who has read five books on a given subject and thinks that makes for expertise. An idiot takes that belief to a whole new level and begins expounding the ‘idealism’ therein.

Sikhs make for a great anthropological study. A recent history. An evolving culture. An old cultural heritage whose source is lost in antiquity. Sikhs are consciously and constantly redefining themselves. However, their psyche repeatedly pulls them towards their inner source – into events and time that current conscious memory has forgotten …my kind of a big deal, really.

Yes, I am privileged to be born a Sikh (each birth in a given faith and culture has a reason – the subject for different essay), and I love studying Sikhs. Doing so is primarily for my own benefit in that I explore, examine, explain, and understand myself; and this then allows me to better understand how established cultures, languages, and scripts evolved.

Take the example of the Sikh calendar.

Sikhs have been in haste to separate themselves from ‘Hinduism’, which to this moment they consider a curse on their identity. Yet, as I have openly and vociferously explained, Sikhism precedes Hinduism by 150 years or so. In such an environment limited knowledge can be a dangerous thing. The so-called educated elite, those who scraped through to the Ivy League institutions in the United States, were unable to explain why the birth of Guru Gobind Singhji, the tenth Sikh Guru, sometimes has two birthdays in a calendar year, sometimes one, and sometimes none. They decided the fault lay with the Hindu calendar and Hindu mischief, and they wallowed in their complete ignorance of the facts behind such things.

This educated elite were/are so dumb that they could not explain that the phenomenon of Guruji’s birthday happening once, twice or not at all in a year was due to the fact that the Gregorian calendar starts almost two-thirds of the way into the Vedic (Sikh) calendar. Thus in the Sikh calendar, Guruji’s birthday indeed happens only once a year. Nor could they explain that all Sikh, Vedic, Hindu and Buddhist dates are aligned with and in keeping with the organic function of planet Earth, and are based on the cycle of the moon. In this cycle, dates change annually: the organic conveying a procession that is neither mechanical nor machine-precise. Being organic, it requires grey matter to comprehend its function, the very grey matter that is fast becoming extinct due to the lazy reliance on, and utilization of, computers.

Hell, even I have become a victim of computers, for I have forgotten how to spell basic words, relying totally on spell-check. On top of that, I am fast losing my in-built sense of direction, which I have always used to sense the position of the sun or where the cardinal points of the earth lie. I have become utterly dependent on GPS systems to get around.

To revert, the USA-educated elite who graduated in one type of ‘ology’ or another, rather than use their commonsense or become masters of astrology or astronomy, bleated endlessly and ran down the Sikh hierarchy and authority at Amritsar. They called them illiterate and rural and accused them of not moving with the times or being modern enough. The global rolling stone pressure exerted by the rest of the expatriate ‘educated’ Sikhs forced the Amritsar authority to sanction a study.

Sod’s law, where idiots reign more idiots mushroom to champion the new idiotic thought.

A Sikh lecturer in Canada took hold of the reins, aware that if he could muster enough money for a seat at his university he would become a professor. He duly raised funds on the back of the emotional outcry over the Sikh calendar, and in his spare time he ‘studied’ astrology and astronomy.

Idiot can only lead idiots. The idiot led. Idiots followed. The authorities in Amritsar voiced their objections to the ideas taking root, only to be called rural (an insult in India denoting backwardness).

The idiotic professor, having secured his chair, became a chameleon, changing colour to suit his surroundings. He touched a raw nerve and exploited the belief that Sikhs were being misled by Hindus. The Hindus, he exhorted, have been manipulating the calendar since the beginning of time, and they caused the demise of Buddhism in India. He further claimed that the Hindus have every intention of overpowering Sikhism and turning it into a branch of Hinduism just as they did with Buddhism. He conveniently leaves aside the fact that Buddhism ebbed out of India and flourished in Greater India, Myanmar and beyond, simply because this suited its emotional requirements.

The Sikhs bought into the myth he spouted. The masses loved his delivery. After all, he was a professor at a Canadian university. One does not become a professor at a western university without deep powerful knowledge.

Wow. Deep powerful knowledge. Professorship! What next? Sun, shine, backside – and hey presto, a professorship!

The professor went on to detail how in 13,000 years January would become June, and June would become January, if Sikhs followed the Hindu calendar. All of this was down to the cunning Hindus and their calendar, insidiously mocking and subverting time.

All however was not lost. He had an answer to the problem. A knight in a shining armour he was for the Sikhs.

His solution?

That the Sikhs ditch the Hindu calendar. For, Sikhs are not slaves of Hindus. Instead, Sikhs should take up a solar-based calendar, the Gregorian calendar in effect.

Err, excuse me, is that not swapping one slave master for another? Never mind me, I’m just splitting hairs. Did you get that pun? Splitting hairs…and me, a Sikh!

The educated Sikhs clamoured for the company of the saviour professor. An alien Guru had descended on Sikhism from a university in Canada.

I recall how I stood alone and apart from the braying crowd on the issue. Nobody wanted to listen to facts when they could instead organise Sikhism’s separation from Hinduism, finally freeing themselves from those they believed were their progenitors. Nobody at the time wanted to hear or accept that Hinduism was invented 150 years after Sikhism. A minor detail, irrelevant, they told me.

So, the Sikhs recreated their calendar, throwing it in the faces of the very Gurus who had accepted the tradition of the Vedic calendar. The very same Gurus whose written word in Guru Granth Sahib Ji they themselves deem sacrosanct, were dismissed out of hand as a mirage, along with the calendar dates cited within the Sri Guru Granth Sahibji, because it suited the ‘educated’ Sikhs to do so.

The wonderment of the new Sikh calendar flew in the face of commonsense and reason. It gave Sikhdom a single shared date on which to celebrate the enthronement of one Guruji and the cremation of the preceding Guruji.

Educated idiots at their excellent idiotic best.

But, hey, at least the calendar separated Sikhs from Hindus. Never mind that the dates of events were now totally out of sync with reality, and were not in keeping with the monthly, lunar-cycle based prayers set forth in Sri Guru Granth Sahibji. You see, for all their denial about astrology, Sikhs in fact conduct prayers at the new moon as well as at the full moon, as set in the Sri Guru Granth Sahibji. But since the Vedic traditional cycle month, as accepted in the Sikh scriptures, starts one third of the way into the Gregorian calendar – or to put it accurately, the Gregorian calendar starts two thirds of the way into the Vedic calendar – the advent of the new Sikh calendar overthrew many a traditional event.

The basic fact which the Sikhs would not accept from me was that the alien Guru Professor from the Canadian university had misled. He did not share the information that the 13,000 year astrological process is in fact only half a cycle, and that when the full cycle takes place, after 26,000 years, June would again fall in June. But, hey, that’s a minor omission, as long as the Sikhs are able to cut their ties to Hindus. That the Hindus evolved after the Sikhs was another truth unacceptable to the Sikhs at the time of this debate.

When are we taking about? 1998.

Almost 20 years on, I am pleased to share with you that Sikhs are getting around to ditching the new calendar. In time, it will be totally ignored.

But, if you think a lesson has been learned by the Sikhs as a result of this debacle, hell no!

For now we have Maharani Preneet Kaur of Patiala, an MP there until 2014, who has funded, via a ‘Local Area Development’ scheme, the ‘Advance Centre for Technical Development of Punjabi language, Literature & Culture’, at the Punjabi University of Patiala.

Her Royal Highness Maharani Preneet Kaur is an excellent example of an apologist ignorant of real facts, who supports an idea as long as it sounds good and gives her credit in some way, shape or form.

The first point to note is that after more than half a century of independence, people like Her Royal Highness do not have the presence of dignity, mind, or credibility to use the correct spelling of Panjab or Panjabi, insisting instead on using the ignorant Anglo-Saxon spelling of Punjabi or Punjab.

So, what should I expect from her involvement other than ignorance masquerading as fact, and the advancement of false knowledge?

The study group has under the patronage of the Maharani announced on its website that a new set of letters has been added to Punjabi/Panjabi.

Excuse me, since when did Panjabi (Punjabi) become a separate script from Gurmukhi, (its original name) which was formulated by the Sikh Gurus, and completed particularly by the second Guruji, Guru Angaddevji, under instruction from Guru Nanakdevji, thereby making it sacrosanct? Panjabi is not a separate script from Gurmukhi. They are one and the same. Yet, Her Royal Highness, out of sheer ignorance, or desire for importance like the educated idiots, has allowed her name and prestige to be connected to a mess very much like that of the 1998 Sikh calendar change.

The argument she and her acolytes make is that as Sikhs interact on the global stage, so they adopt new foreign words, which in turn requires that Panjabi (Punjabi) create new alphabet letters to deal with them. Ok, let us examine their argument.

I have yet to come across a similar example in any of the European languages, where foreign words beget new letters in the alphabet. Even in Magyar, the language of Hungary, a language entirely separate from its neighbours and which is spoken by only 10-12 million people, new words find a resonance and are integrated within the existing vocal context and written spectrum. There is no inferiority complex requiring that the word be pronounced exactly as it is in its original language, or that new alphabet letters be arbitrarily created to pay such unnecessary homage.

The Anglo-Saxon spelling and pronunciation of the majority of Indian towns, cities and landmarks did not require race-Europeans to re-examine their own script to accommodate these Indian names and terms. To this day, I do not know what Punjab is or what it means. I know what Panjab is. But Punjab? No idea, other than a deliberate desire to insult the Sikhs by mispronouncing the name of their country.

Jaggernaath is a Vedic term limited to indicating a large rolling-wheeled mechanism that carries a particular Vedic, now Hindu, object of reverence and worship. Indian maturity and sensibility would never consider or allow the term to be used in any setting other than that. Anglo-Saxons abused the word and its connotation and designation. They changed its spelling to fit into English alphabetic constraints, whereupon it was spelled ‘juggernaut’, and came to mean a large-wheeled lorry carrying any kind of cargo including meat, whereas its function and name had originally referred to a conveyance limited to religious and faith-based use only.

Bombay. A word which people of my father’s generation and those before him found insulting, but which they were forced to use by the British. How on earth could the (arrogant) British not pronounce Mumbai? Instead, they overcame their own inferior self-worth through intimidation, bullying, and threats of exclusion from mainstream affairs, and forced Indians to adopt the new spelling and pronunciation of Mumbai. Hence, Bombay.

Avtar. The actual English spelling is meant to be Av-v-tar. Above the first ‘A’ is a diacritical mark that requires that the following character be pronounced twice. Yet the Anglo-Saxons initially insisted on pronouncing it as Avta. The ‘r’ would remain silent. Then the pronunciation in western America changed it to Av-a-taar. How on earth does Avataar spell Avtar?

Yoga/Joga. Yoga is very much older than Sanskrit, but is used in pure Sanskrit. Regardless, in all north Indian languages it has always been pronounced as Jog or Joga. The word Joga is used in Sri Guru Granth Sahibji by the Sikh Gurus. So, now, will Her Royal Highness champion the removal of the word Jog/Joga from north Indian speech because the Europeans are not familiar with the word and refuse to consider its usage? Europeans were initially introduced to the word Jog/Joga in the nineteenth century and it is found in the literature of that era. But imperial self-consciousness and lack of self-worth meant that the word had to be changed to Yoga, which the Europeans found to their consternation existed in pure Sanskrit.

In Panjabi we have a very soft ‘t’, a medium ‘t’, and a hard ‘t’. The English lexicon to date refuses to accommodate the need for the real three dimensational Panjabi letter ‘t’.

So, why, oh why, do the Panjabi and the Indian ruling elite think they have to construct new letters to accommodate words from around the world, in order to speak them as the natives do, lest they be accused of lacking ‘modernity’, when nobody else does?

If the Panjabi educated ruling elites’ sense of self-worth is measured by their servile need to create new Gurmukhi characters, then I invite them to huddle together and create a totally new alphabet for social, commercial and enterprise usage and to leave Gurmukhi alone as a language and a script solely for Sikh religious use.

If she is to be engaged in anything, let Maharani Preneet Kaur of Patiala sponsor and support that kind of activity. Her current course of action focused on denigrating Gurmuki/Panjabi script – and seemingly reinforced by the common person in Patiala who lionises her (but who those of her ilk cannot see as anything other than beggers and spongers) – is akin to the Nazi destruction of German literature in 1933.

Leave the gift of Gurmukhi alone.

Your Royal Highness Maharani Preneet Kaur of Patiala, please stop interfering in an excellent language originated by the Sikh Gurus, unless you feel you are better equipped and ought to supersede them. Your Royal Highness, you are making a colossal mistake. A mistake so gross in its ramifications, that it will be a harbinger of the demise of Sikhism as it stands.

Your Royal Highness, consider yourself advised…or reprimanded.

Your choice.

You choose.

Another End of a Beginning

A new club is formed. It makes a set of rules, followed by regulations. With these new conditions in place, the club becomes a humanitarian society, its ethos is to care for everything. It is eventually relabelled a sect. The sect then takes on the mantle of religion. Eventually, the ordinary, thoughtful activity embedded in humanitarianism becomes a fully fledged rites-and-ritual society. Once evolution has taken its toll, the rites-and-ritual evolves into Dharma: A lifestyle, unquestionable loyalty, an emotional bedrock sustaining well-being of the mortal coil to the unseen. At this juncture, modernity can take a running jump unless the forefathers had the insight to ensure that their new club had a place in modernity, and its ongoing manifestations, for better or worse. Non-European and non-Semitic belief systems fall into the Dharma bracket. European Christianity remains at the religion junction. Interestingly, Christianity practiced by non-Europeans automatically and immediately roots itself in the Dharma arena, due to their subjectivities and their racial traits.

A European Christian’s vehicle for control and conformity of the masses occurs via an organised church retaining a classical ethos – a society founded on Hebrew, Latin, and Greek literature and history. The church: A venerable organisation once held in high esteem, now arcane, and a relic at odds with its comical repackaging, where the dog collar and ‘father and mother’ or ‘brother and sister’ habit-wearer shelter as a new sound-image-bite of casual clothing and first names, in the vain hope of retaining a semblance of its past mystic authority and glory.

Dharma (pronounced ‘the-r-ma’): the non-European belief system is a lifestyle encompassing the realities of several astral lifestyles enjoyed in any given moment, and it is accepted as being as real as you are to yourself. By problematic comparison, religion limits itself to the here-and-now, with unsustainable concepts of the afterlife.

The term religion has become so obscure to all but its practitioners, as to curtail broader public acceptance, such that we now have people searching for its meaning, and being guided to the classics for this.

Europeans, toes curled as if enduring extreme pain, eventually admit when asked to being religious. It’s as if membership is an obligation rather than an honour. Christianity is throwing money at marketing itself and reinventing its core image, in the vain hope of curing its decay. Endowments are provided to re-image its doorways and its gatekeepers. An earnest attempt is made to re-package the word religion itself. Meanwhile, in order to retain a semblance of similarity to its origins, its erstwhile leaders hang on to its classic roots as if to some fundamental design template, and its connection to the antiquities.

Consequently, it emerges as Janus-faced and foists this emblem of confusedly facing both ways upon its members. They in turn look confusedly for an identity, a shelter, an image that might make them equal with Dharma.

Of all the Greek writers, the comic playwright Aristophanes would have the biggest field day with all this confusion.

Religion is literature. Dharma is soul. Europeans are desperately seeking soul, but their loyalty to the literature of ‘Christianity’ complicates their stance. Losing face, and internally admiring of Dharma, they feel themselves traitors for embracing this logical ‘other’ in their midst.

Religion has never been a healer. Religion is an earnest corrector of textural errors. Beyond that it flounders. Through religion one can become a great word-gamer. But word games do not feed the soul. They do not heal the psyche within. Mythologies, Biblical and impressive, are a scholar’s nightmare. Where on one hand they decree love for all, in the next sentence they give unequal authority over everything in creation: God created you, but gave you free will outside God’s domain and control. What next, the statement that woman was created from a man’s rib?!

Dharma has one theme. It is simple. You are created by an unseen, unfathomable source. You are answerable to that source, full stop. You have no authority other than to protect and care for all creation. It’s a simple code that does not sit well with the Jews, Muslims or Christians.

As an outsider, and when as a child I observed the conundrum of Judaism, I concluded that a Muslim is a Jew who will not tolerate anything outside scriptural lore. A Christian also follows the Jewish faith, but colours it with its psychopathic meanderings; a killer who enjoys killing for the sake of enjoyment.

If we look at pre-Socratics societies, we learn that Hellenistic scholars argued and developed glossaries and ideas, giving phonetic notes in order to arrive at a conclusion. Roman scholars took this as a base and ran with ideas that underpinned monastic norms. The modernity of the time we now dismissively call the medieval age stole a march on all this, in a way that is still confusing today. Not so medieval after all. The term medieval was coined by religious scholars around the 17th century, and was the result of about three hundred years of classical resurgence.

During the Reformation period, the monasteries reappraised the Jewish texts, and their offspring the Biblical texts. However, unpalatable truths reared their ugly heads. The enlightened thus engaged Jews of Hebrew descent from the Holy land. These Honest Johns spoke truths and facts, and maintained that the phoneticization of their language by earlier European scholars was a false construct. Hence, they maintained that official Biblical texts contained serious errors. Religion took a hit. It haemorrhaged. So, a compromise was arrived at that sullied, diluted and removed the formal boundaries. A mishmash was contrived.

The contrived mishmash now accepted as gospel won’t allow for detailed study of Christianity. The true facts are shrouded and left for scholars to debate over. Erudite academics, and outsider scholars, have created arenas challenging the Christian scholars, creating an invisible apartheid, where each side is frightened of the eventual outcome, so they gloss over the facts hoping for piece-meal acceptance of the minor revelation as and when revealed, where barbaric rites-and-rituals are watered, and the unacceptable behaviour of the Greeks and the Romans quietly hidden under carpets, eventually becoming material for anthropologists to unravel.

Christianity’s glue began decaying around the mid to late 19th century. Lip service seeped into the adulations and attachment of Europeans to the religion. Venturing physically outwards and en masse, into worlds thus far known only through folklore, Christians realised just how weak and petty their religion actually was. The automatic, natural, and evolutionary revolution that should have taken place in Christianity, but which was suppressed by the rulers and their monastic aides, prevented any opportunity that European religion might have in developing into Dharma. Authority, ignorance and fear triumphed over natural progression and selection.

The Bible has now become the intellectual’s ‘Harry Potter’ books. However, the detrimental effect of the loss of a formal reference and its subjective avenues has left the European race functioning as a human-born paraplegic. The mind wants to participate, but the formal, natural, physical limitations are an obstacle in experiencing the inner reward of participation in Dharma. Cyber limbs allow participation, but there is always a ‘what if’ or ‘if only’ in such minds. European Christianity as it stands today cannot and does not heal the soul. Due to this stunted growth, the mid 20th century witnessed a formal attack on Christianity’s irrelevance. Leninist learning replaced Greek and Latin literature, and well-founded arguments were made as to whether Rome was the creation of a tyrannical uprising turned imperialistic power.

Today, I see European Christianity trying to find its footing as a basic humanitarian sect, willing at times to embrace global literature in an attempt at self-study rather than remaining isolated. However, when I visit Christian seminaries unannounced, I experience the same age-old isolationist impulse that subdues the internal intellect and instead wants outside influence to rearrange core Christian scripture, while also lacking the humility to seek that input and without addressing the perceived inadequacies and inherent lies that underpin the Bible. Personal study of the original texts in ancient Hebrew is dismissed, and opaque translations from the internet are used as an authority.

However, I see in the Christian leaders’ eyes despair and recognition that they cannot genuinely debate immortality, samskar and the hereafter.

So, what hope for the ordinarywala in the street, fed a diet of psycho nonsense that we are about to be attacked by ISIS – who in all honesty cannot organise an orthodox Islamic wedding without getting into a long-term feud over appropriate rites-and-rituals?

The new religion of Europeans is an endless stream of ‘knowledge’ of the antiquities from Hollywood. Powered by such anti-knowledge and its nouveau Christian complexion, the ordinarywala is manipulated into yet another war against an enemy who is foaming at its mouth against followers of its own faith.

The white elephant in the room questions: ‘Had Christianity evolved centuries ago, would it still want to bomb, for no other reason than that ISIS is from another racial group, albeit a side involved in a primarily internal Islamic fight?’

Let’s imagine that during both the 1914 and 1939 European wars China had the means to autocratically bomb the hell out of each and every part of Europe in order to ‘stop’ an attack on itself based on an irate Christian announcing that European lack of self-worth was due to the modernity and achievements of China. How would the rank-and-file Europeans feel towards the Chinese?

The rank-and-file European would feel anger and hatred about the Chinese ability to arbitrarily kill one section of a European community after another.

Had Christianity evolved in its normal manner into Dharma, then the current ongoing Europeans lack of self-esteem and mass inferiority complex that requires killing of others from a different racial group and engaging in race-hate wars, would not take place.

The Mumbai carnage response was Dharmic, compared with the response to the twin towers attack.

I maintain that if someone cuts off your arm, pray that no one cuts off his hand. This is Dharma in action. Guys, life happens. It is an inescapable template. Each and every insult and attack does not always require an equally or more forceful answer. Life is for living with an open loving mind, and loving thoughts.

After all, cancer is a disease. So why do the Europeans not bomb it?

Islam, a faith I personally have great difficulty with, is undergoing evolution. It is going through birth pains. Leave it alone. The sooner it relaxes into its evolution, the sooner that area of our very small globe will find peace.

I, as an old fashioned Sikh, can only indicate. The rest is up to the motley crew who are confused with what exactly is their role in the world. Europeans without a religion which, by all rights, ought to have evolved into Dharma, are confused and at a loss. As a result, they feel the need to lead.

But a toddler cannot lead nor give advice to its adults.

Europeans, you need to grow up. How you come to terms with your inferiority complex is for you to work out.

But, please, work on it. Global peace depends on it.

Mirror Mirror On The Koran Wall…A Mirage To Confound Them All.

Paintings cannot, it is claimed, teach us about painting as much as literature about paintings can. Whiskers, it is claimed are an economic indicator. Harvard scholar’s Snoopy world-view, debatably dysfunctional, depicts his own mental relationship with himself.

Humans historically engage one great talent, to vivify their own narrowness; where wealth and sex appeal – domineering like anti-uncomfortable truths seconded to selfishness and cruelty, disfigure and open cracks, providing incremental mental comfort while pretending serendipity – marrowed in humbleness of piety.

At a practical everyday level, I have observed the following three examples: I came across a person with severely inhibited communication skills, who deemed it appropriate to use profane language to impress a lady he was trying to chat-up. On another occasion, I witnessed youths mocking a very old person who suffered from mobility restrictions, and who had taken offence at the insults by announcing that he was capable of taking them out physically. And to top this, I have come across many a car driver who thinks they are capable of passing through a gap that an anorexic person would find impossible.

Why the distorted value, and misappraisal of a situation, that in the main most ordinary people would automatically understand, and would respond to by reconsidering their options?

Over-simplification, or misunderstanding of the dynamics of the situation?

I am at pains to explain to newbies that spirituality cannot be understood or explained unless one is a fully fledged member of the dharma society. Dharma, as many of you who read my essays will recall, is a station of awareness well beyond the rustic requirements of religion. From religion one goes into rite and ritual. Christianity, Judaism, and Islam are religions. Hinduism is neither a religion nor a dharma. Sikhism, Buddhism, Chen (Zen), Vaidism and Jainism are Dharma. The dictates listed in the Torah, Bible and the Koran are an evaluation of a given moment in a given society’s biography.

The dictates have the form, structure and pronouncement of what passed for law at the time. Lawyers of that time were well-versed in the lore of their given social structure, and were therefore considered capable of collating information guided by senior theologians and philosophers, culminating in a list of guidelines; they also answered queries, problems and indeed misapprehensions. Future-proofing these guidelines was an art that bypassed them totally. Thus, the cause of the sieve-laced ambiguity of the gold-plated reservoir walls of their religion; the leaks from this causing the outright confusion, misunderstanding and mayhem we see on today’s global stage.

The massacre conducted by the Euro-Race Christians of the races in the Americas and the Antipodes, along with the brutal massacre meted out to the nation-races of Africa, as well as the Hiroshima atomic bomb, are underpinned by the then Bible-bashers in precisely in the same manner as conducted by the Koran-bashers.

Now let me put some sense into this mess.

At a very advanced inner growth awareness, the futility of what is deemed ‘life’ is the bedrock of one’s initial stepping stone. Life, it is agreed, by those at this level, is in fact a prison, a death, a limitation to what one can and is capable of enjoying if freed from the chains holding him to the mortal coil. While I agree with the reality of this awakening, I have to impress upon the reader that at no time is it considered irrelevant, or a confinement, to be chained to the mortal coil. In fact, the very environment is a space for education, and for refining one’s sensibilities and sensitivities; preparing the inner self to live as a non-mortal Being aimed at being an Essence rather than corporeally limited.

However, the problem engulfing the naive listener, albeit an ardent practitioner of the disciplines and rigours of the rite-ritual environment, is that they only understand according to these limited parameters.

A seven year old makes assumptions about the wonders awaiting him at age eleven. An eleven year old dreams about the wonders awaiting him at age eighteen. And within each age group they share, discuss, encourage, dethrone and recreate the illusions awaiting them.

Each time I read the Torah, I am struck by the sheer number of Vedic concepts contained therein. I am struck further by the fact that the explanation of the concepts is distorted out of all recognition. The Bible, based on the Torah, is equally confused.

Take the simplistic concept of female-covering in Islam, Judaism, and Christianity. It is only in recent decades that Christian European women have thrown off the shackles that required them to be covered lest they trigger ‘unhealthy’ responses in men. It was only in the late seventies that showing a bra-strap stopped being vulgar, cheap and shameful. However, each of these religions, and Islam in particular, fails to mention that gay men should also demand that men in general be covered head to toe, because the sexual allure triggering erotic thoughts, leading into eroticism, is present whensoever one sets one’s eyes on a person who triggers a sexual desire.

Of course, the simple answer is that the person who is attempting to walk a religious path, who cannot control his sexual impulses, should have his eyes gorged out, or at least in public he should wear a bandage over his eyes lest he see something that may trigger a sexual desire. However, covering one’s eyes is far too honest an appreciation of one’s own problem, and it is much grander to announce that one is pure and in control, and (this is the best part) that it is the person who inflames your own uncontrollable sexual hunger who has defiled your purity!

Confused? I certainly am.

So why the confusion?

Yes, it is accepted that to advance in the realms of dharma one has to have full control over one’s sexual emotion and triggers. In dharma, a male orgasm has to be as exciting and fulfilling as the sensation one experiences by tenderly stroking an index finger over the back of one’s hand. This state is reached as a byproduct of meditation where one is learning and mastering one’s own nervous system, such that the concept of sexual allure is incapable of effecting one’s own physiology. Sexual trigger and the resultant waste of a very valuable nervous energy is thus contained, and that energy is available for use in one’s inner refinement.

However, at the religious level, the well-intentioned surmise that in order to bypass the hard rigours of male meditation women should instead cover themselves up. Consequently, pressure is placed on women who do not comply, and their bodies are consigned to hell.

The seniors of Semitic religions jump ship and change their colours as it suits their needs: at times, they say the body houses the soul, and it is the soul that enters paradise or anti-paradise; at other times, and when admonishment is given, they talk about the body entering paradise or anti-paradise.

How convenient.

So, this means that Muslim men will enter paradise physically. So, where does their soul reside? And pure Muslim women who even for a moment become uncovered in public will physically enter anti-paradise. Well, what of their soul?

By this reasoning the great Allah has a physical body… but cannot be given a physical body here on earth. Now I really am confused. To me, the great Allah is an essence in which is merged a soul, so the soul will not enter anti-paradise, but a physical body will?

The Torah is equally contradictory. Hence the related contradiction in Islam. For, when I read the Koran and Torah side by side, I find very little that separates them. So I ask, why do the current Muslims not rewrite the Koran, separating their reliance on and attachments to the Torah, and create a more factual reality representing their own rules rather than copy-saluting another’s set of dos and don’ts?

In dharma, it is accepted that one can enter a realm of non physical confinement – paradise. However, the environment is utterly different from what is found here on this iron-ore rust bucket we hypocritically call Mother Earth. Guys, when was the last time any of you chopped your mother’s hand off finger by finger? Mother Earth indeed…Reverting: in dharam, ‘paradise’ is a non-corporeal environment. No physical presence here. Can you imagine how CCTV business would be a non-starter there?!

So, why the confusion regarding paradise?

Because people do not listen, let alone understand. You nod your head in deep agreement when we speak, but you go away with your own version and summary of what we say. This in a nut shell is what has happened in the ‘books’ of the Semitic religions.

Another confusion I hear constantly…

Islamic boys are told that there is no need to have a girlfriend since in paradise there awaits an unending line of the most gorgeous girls, that life really begins in paradise, and the best way to enter paradise is to become a martyr. So, how in hell did these sexually alluring, unbelievably desirable, irresistible girls enter paradise when here on earth those types of girls are told they will only enter anti-paradise? What, the two realms share a communicating door? A back alley? A doorman who holds the key and decides which girls from anti-paradise are allowed into paradise for the insatiable appetite of the sexually hungry youth? Explain for me please, when one enters either realm is one born as a baby and have to grow into adulthood, or is one a fully grown adult and ready to sow his oats?

Muslim women who enter paradise, are they gifted an endless supply of young handsome men with six-packs who never tire? And in paradise are Muslim women utterly wrapped in wanton and insatiable lust, when here on earth they are threatened with the anti-paradise if they refuse sex to their husband!

At this moment in time, I suspect that the lawyers who penned the thoughts of the theologians and philosophers forming the Torah, the Bible, and the Koran took the silver for their services but failed to deliver hardcore theology in return. Guys, the lot of you have been mega duped. Thus, I suggest a total rewrite of all the three books to bring them in line with modern sensibilities.

As an outsider looking in I find all three Semitic religions trying to put square pegs into round holes. My opening paragraphs were apt in defining the problem. In the case of these three religions, application and aptitude are not merely misaligned, they are not even on the same page.

The followers of all three Semitic religions should take a long hard lookat themselves in the mirror, and I hope you are sensitive enough to recognise the ignorance glaring back at you. Your religions are trying to mimic and mirror Vedic dharma of India, but have failed miserably. The annihilation of races the Semitic group has conducted globally is shameful, and there is no end in sight.

The Euro-Race Christians are equally as dim as the Islamists.

And why will they not listen to reason? Because stupidity has one great weapon, it cannot recognise its own stupidity.

On 20th November 2015, I watched Senator McCain of America in a televised interview justifying yet another attack on Muslims, this time on ISIS, by differentiating Christianity from Islam and claiming that Christians hold true to their belief “love thy neighbour”. Yeah, Senator, try telling that to the first settlers whose land you have stolen, conquered and arrogantly call your land and home. No mate, you are as mentally deranged as the Muslims of this day, and like you, they have been mentally unstable since their inception.

To the Christians of today I say, granted, your forefathers in their ignorance and arrogance divided the Ottoman Empire into what we see as today’s Middle East. Why, oh why, do you, today’s Christians not let the dwellers of that area decide for themselves how they wish to redefine their landmass? Have you Europeans forgotten the hundred years war you so deliriously enjoyed?

Simultaneously, the modern day Christians should sit with India and Pakistan and undo the mess their forefathers created there. To the Christians of today I ask, ‘Why do you not have the conscientiousness to lead and amend your forefathers’ stupidity?’ Unless you are as arrogantly stupid as were they.

Casting my net wider, I invite the whole of humanity to look into the mirror. However, to see the mirror one needs eyes. And humans no longer have eyes. They have delusions of grandeur where once existed eyes. And in the delusion of grandeur, one thing is certain: the carousel of illogical killing goes round and round.

Shameful.

RATTAN (Sanskrit meaning ‘Rare Gem’)

Aatma in Parmaatma

Rattan…..Self Reliant – Fiercely Independent

Rattan passed away a few days ago, having suffered long-term illnesses. Having gone in for a routine operation, he came out worse off for having caught MRSA at Wexham Hospital, Slough, Berkshire, UK. Subsequently, over the years, he suffered several minor strokes, pneumonia and then a major stroke.

Backdrop: Rattan, like many of that time, grew to adulthood exhibiting an expression of a psyche ennobling personality traits that I have deep empathy with. A Sikh, like the rest from that period, a generation moulded by a sequence of events that made them pragmatic humane-buccaneers, adventurers, explorers, voyagers, entrepreneurs, pioneers, trailblazers and swashbuckling in their mentality and who were proactive communicators. They had liberal ideas coupled with excessive love for life. Playful self promoters, rustic philosophers and unerringly sentimentalist about nature and one’s place in nature.

This generation was one of well-heeled urbanites though their lineage was firmly rooted in a rural past. They were contradictions at many levels, and yet ethical, and they lavished liberal hospitality even on their enemy. They dressed in the custom of the country they endeavored to call their new home. Passionate, faithful, ardent, yet open enough to accommodate the modernity of the times. They were the very opposite of narcissistic love. They came second, putting the other first.

They would scour cinema newsreels, radio or newspaper information about lands yonder the horizon and aim to visit those far off places to live there: what they considered their outer home, as opposed to calling it their other home, distinct and separate from their village home. We read about European adventurers backed by royal funds to explore and chart new worlds. The royal funding was replaced by multiple financial backers with a certificate share in the expedition. Mercenaries seeking financial gain as entrepreneurs or administrators superseded them.

By contrast the north Indian rural adventurers reignited memories of previous journeys from centuries earlier by their ancestors, however this time they sought to visit those far off places for themselves ever since initial contact with western ideology. The outlook of the two mindsets differed. The Indian mindset realised the labourer would remain a labourer, the business owner would continue to manage his own business, while the gentry would find a lifestyle suited to their background.

Very few had the false idea of amassing untold wealth to return to their rural setting. No. Pivotal in their mindset was adventure and new horizons; that something different.

Background: Rattan was born to parents who had lived through the horrors of the first European war 1914-18 in which Sikhs were sought to fight against the Germans.

Then in 1919, the very same English army that beseeched their help mowed down, in an enclosed public garden, several thousand Sikhs (figures fluctuate) in the infamous Amritsar massacre. Angst against the English, and a seething, loathing desire to rid them as unacceptable rulers of India fermented.The days of the Raj were numbered.

Here I have to clarify the following: The Indian mindset is not concerned about who governs so long as fairness, equality, dignity and religious freedom is protected at all costs. Indian mindset accepts that somebody has to govern. They are not concerned if the ruler hails from Mars, as long as certain humane values are protected at all costs. The Indians’ potent weapon is civil disobedience, or mass exodus from an area where governance is dictatorial.

Emperor Napoleon, upon capturing Moscow, famously said when plaudits greeted him, that without people to govern a victory is hollow. Indians have a last resort tactic. They turn their backs on the distasteful governance and walk away. So to them it matters not, and nor does it injure their psyche, if governance is by an outsider race.

Reverting: Champions of the times were the likes of Subash Chandra Bose, to balance the Gandhi-Patil axis. Indians wanted change of rulers.

Rattan was an impressionable child who lived through the horrors of the second European war. This time Sikhs were implored to aid the British fight against the Nazi. Japan had invaded China few years earlier. United States had blockaded Japanese seaports, suffocating the lifeline of Japan. Japan, faced with humiliation, following a barrage of provocations by the Americans, chose to fight its corner. Japan swept through Indo-China and arrived at India’s door. It walked through Singapore, the British stronghold, after the capitulation by the British forces.

The very same British soldiers who had roamed chests puffed as if they were warriors hammered home what most Indians knew internally. The Brits were not warriors. They were mercenaries at best. In the main it was the Gurkha, Sikh and Rajput regiments that checked the Japanese advance into India , and repulsed them. The Armageddon – atomic bombs unleashed on the defeated Japanese army in full retreat – was the final disgust Indians felt for race Europeans. What had those innocent people of Japan done to deserve the ongoing, generational genetic problems…it was an unpalatable reality.

Then followed the ultimate horror of Indian independence in 1947. The senseless butchering of one faith by another, all mismanaged by the British, is the bedrock of emotional and psychological torture of a child who lived, witnessed and experienced it all; and those realities formulated the personalities of the time. What I find remarkable is how balanced each and every one of those Indians became. There is none of the ‘I am unbalanced and society owes me a living because of the trauma suffered’. No, stoically, they picked themselves up, dusted the horror away, and moved on with their lives.

Rattan has to be viewed with that history in mind. I indicate in my talks that you are the sum total of your parents’ psyche. Thus, Rattan born in the mid 1930s, to a north India region parents who were culturally proud and racially dignified people. Although not Sikhs, the honour of bringing up one’s son/s as a fully ordained Sikh was a privilege. A son-Sikh who willingly sacrifices its life to promote freedom from the current regime was an honour.

Additionally, Rattan grew up in a proud tradition of following one’s elders without question, never answering back, nor doubting the indication of the elders. Respect was the cornerstone of one’s life. Intellectual, financially astute, widely educated, a free spirit embedded in Sikh communalism, multilingual several times over including in two European languages, Rattan lost his eldest brother very early on. The eldest brother had several children and Rattan automatically took the responsibility for their welfare.

However, his was a mentality that stopped youngsters from addressing him with the traditional title. Indian family titles indicate responsibility even as a substitute parent. He refused to accept the title but fulfilled his duty of care and protection to his nieces and nephews with territorial zeal. He protected their desire to navigate traditional boundaries, even though at times their expressions sometimes compromised him in the eyes of society. He never once let the children know how he suffered. Yet, he was demanding and strict in other aspects.

He was honest, loyal, truthful. One knew where one stood with him. He had integrity and keen sense of duty. He was street-wise and courageous. Many failed to realise his personality was developed in a time of enormous horror, and that responsibility of looking after his elder brother’s widow and children was paramount in his mind.

Rattan was the older of the two of us. However, he conferred the respect accruing to the elder on me following our first two exchanges on religious, spiritual and philosophical concepts. In all these years he never once overlooked the basis of our relationship. Often he would remind me of my duty to him, by saying that he would willingly stand in the midday sun of India and not move until I indicated. This sentiment is a metaphor of loyalty and respect, and I was always mindful of that.

He is survived by a devoted wife and three children. The four were his very existence. No suffering was too much, in order to deliver whatever his family wanted. They were his life. The essence of his living.

Finally: My dear, dear Rattan. I am going to miss your humour and earthy wit. Above all else, I cannot put into words the gap your absence has already left with me. Until another set of circumstances brings us together, which they will, I wish you peace and calmness. And remember this is not a goodbye. It is au revoir.