Comments on: Tribute to Sardar Singh http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/ On the Spiritual Path... Memoirs and Writings Thu, 20 Nov 2008 10:03:20 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: Nirvair Kaur http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-13276 Nirvair Kaur Fri, 23 May 2008 15:51:13 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-13276 I met Sardar Singh in 1976 in Amsterdam in the Golden Temple as a young yoga student. I remember his warm and caring voice during the yearly yoga festivals when he used to walk around with his guitar and wake us up with the sound of "rise up rise up sweet family dear"..... The sound of those words still touch my heart. It reminds me of his smile, the time he sat opposite me during an agonising exercise and asked me a hundred and one times'tell me who you are" His encouragement was the beginning of a long journey of wonderful discoveries. May love and light be with him and his loved ones. Nirvair Kaur Curtis Australia I met Sardar Singh in 1976 in Amsterdam in the Golden Temple as a young yoga student. I remember his warm and caring voice during the yearly yoga festivals when he used to walk around with his guitar and wake us up with the sound of “rise up rise up sweet family dear”…..

The sound of those words still touch my heart. It reminds me of his smile, the time he sat opposite me during an agonising exercise and asked me a hundred and one times’tell me who you are”
His encouragement was the beginning of a long journey of wonderful discoveries.

May love and light be with him and his loved ones.
Nirvair Kaur Curtis Australia

]]> By: satyasingh http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-9629 satyasingh Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:19:47 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-9629 <p>We met Sardar Singh at the European Yogafestival in 2003. My wife and me were at his workshop "peaceful parenting". </p> <p>He did the meditataion "Guru Guru Guru Ram Das Guru" with his guitar at the end of the class all the three days. His version of the meditation with his melody is also our version since that workshop with him . We'll keep him in our heart.</p> We met Sardar Singh at the European Yogafestival in 2003. My wife and me were at his workshop "peaceful parenting".

He did the meditataion "Guru Guru Guru Ram Das Guru" with his guitar at the end of the class all the three days. His version of the meditation with his melody is also our version since that workshop with him . We’ll keep him in our heart.

]]> By: else innes http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-9027 else innes Wed, 20 Feb 2008 18:18:20 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-9027 I want all of Sardar Singh's Sikh comrades to know how much your loving tributes mean to his extended family - I, his mother, and his three siblings and their families. Our happy memories of all the wonderful times we've shared with him, Seva Kaur, and the girls sustain us in our loss, and we still feel his warm and caring presence. Else Innes I want all of Sardar Singh’s Sikh comrades to know how much your loving tributes mean to his extended family - I, his mother, and his three siblings and their families. Our happy memories of all the wonderful times we’ve shared with him, Seva Kaur, and the girls sustain us in our loss, and we still feel his warm and caring presence. Else Innes

]]> By: Ganga Barrett http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-7322 Ganga Barrett Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:22:21 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-7322 I am so deeply touched by your heart and soul as always, Gurudass. I am humbled by so many who hold and have upheld the banner so loyally and so long. Were that it were still my destiny to be with you. Nothing will ever touch the days we shared. Blessings always, Ganga. I am so deeply touched by your heart and soul as always, Gurudass. I am humbled by so many who hold and have upheld the banner so loyally and so long. Were that it were still my destiny to be with you. Nothing will ever touch the days we shared.
Blessings always, Ganga.

]]> By: Gurukarm Kaur http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-6762 Gurukarm Kaur Mon, 07 Jan 2008 18:48:08 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2008/01/05/tribute-to-sardar-singh/#comment-6762 We met Sardar Singh when my husband Baldev Singh and I, newly married, were sent to Amsterdam for him to help the ashram build up their Shakti Shoes business and try to expand into Germany. A few weeks after we arrived, Baldev Singh went to a shoe show in Bonn, and Sardar Singh was assigned (with that famous van :-) ) to go bring Baldev home at the end of the show. I went along for the ride. We were coming home after dark at the end of a weekend, and Sardar Singh started saying, "you know the gas gauge is broken, but we're going to have to get gas soon or we'll never get home. And I'm sure there's an open gas station here in [this little town somewhere in the Netherlands]." So, we got off the highway and started going up one street and down another, then up another and down the next. You may not know that (at least in those days, 1978), everything closes down after dark and especially on Sundays, in Europe. So there were no open stores, no lights anywhere - and no gas station to be found. Sardar Singh kept saying "I know it's just up here" (another back street). We must have travelled around that town for an hour or more looking for the gas station he was sure was "just up here" - and never did find one! And, amazingly, when we finally did get back on the highway to continue to Amsterdam, we never did run out of gas, either! God bless you, Sardar Singh jio, and your family in their love and memories of your life together. We met Sardar Singh when my husband Baldev Singh and I, newly married, were sent to Amsterdam for him to help the ashram build up their Shakti Shoes business and try to expand into Germany. A few weeks after we arrived, Baldev Singh went to a shoe show in Bonn, and Sardar Singh was assigned (with that famous van :-) ) to go bring Baldev home at the end of the show. I went along for the ride.

We were coming home after dark at the end of a weekend, and Sardar Singh started saying, “you know the gas gauge is broken, but we’re going to have to get gas soon or we’ll never get home. And I’m sure there’s an open gas station here in [this little town somewhere in the Netherlands].” So, we got off the highway and started going up one street and down another, then up another and down the next.

You may not know that (at least in those days, 1978), everything closes down after dark and especially on Sundays, in Europe. So there were no open stores, no lights anywhere - and no gas station to be found. Sardar Singh kept saying “I know it’s just up here” (another back street).

We must have travelled around that town for an hour or more looking for the gas station he was sure was “just up here” - and never did find one! And, amazingly, when we finally did get back on the highway to continue to Amsterdam, we never did run out of gas, either!

God bless you, Sardar Singh jio, and your family in their love and memories of your life together.

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