True Tales

It was in the fall of ’71 when I first attended a Kundalini Yoga class. I had been studying art at a small junior college in Prescott Arizona, when I saw posted at school the announcement of the yoga class.

Wow, I thought after my first class, now I knew there were better highs than drugs. At last I found something real that I could get totally into.

I kept going to classes, and as the end of the year drew near, the teacher told me about a yoga gathering that he was going to! It sounded wonderful… I told him I would go too. So, weeks later he and I began our trip to Winter Solstice, but on the way we stopped in Tucson to pick up some yogis that were also going to the solstice. When we arrived we decided to stay the night and then go after sadhana.

My first step into the ashram blew me away! I knew these people like my own family. Somehow these were the people that were my family and I felt love radiating from everyone! The next morning after sadhana at breakfast, I meet Sat Nam Singh. He turns to me and says, “You’re Siri Chand Singh, you will go to Solstice and then come back and live here!” My heart was racing but I just turned to him and said, “Sat Nam!” and bowed my head.

Thinking back, little did I know about all the things I would be going through. For it was in my consciousness to meet all my tests starting now. I asked the Universe to work out my karma for I was going to teach and save the world. I was so naïve yet so strongly centered on the Nam that nothing could stop me from my mission. It is with all of those people from the ashram and all the yogis I’ve met along the way that have made me who I am today.