Pioneers, by definition, do not have the luxury of precedence. So in the earliest days of 3HO, the late 60’s and early 70’s of the last century, those of us who studied with YogiJi were featherless harbingers of an era and unwitting co-founders of a family that has not only grown […]
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Who ever could have imagined the destiny of such a humble building? Comfortably squeezed between two duplexes, it had served as a colon hydrotherapy office for some years; now closed down. A storefront with a small residence behind, and an enclosed back yard with a garage on the back alley, its faded yellow entry faced […]
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Sardar Singh Khalsa of Oslo, Norway passed into the light on December 1, 2007. His friend, Gurudass Singh, wrote this loving tribute to him a couple of days later. (If you have any photos of Sardar Singh please contact us. We would love to post them.)
I met Sardar Singh in Amsterdam in […]
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When I moved into the Olive Branch Ashram, I had been to only a few weeks of yoga classes and to a "feast" at Guru Ram Das Ashram in West Hollywood. I had leaped in, without really knowing what I was headed for, knowing somehow this was right for me. To read the prelude to […]
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Shakti Parwha Kaur Khalsa is one of the original “True Talers” going back to 2002 when we first started writing our stories. Known as the “mother of 3HO,” Shakti is also my very long time friend, neighbor, confidant, support, and constant inspiration for keeping up… I don’t think she has ever missed a day of […]
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The first akhand path (nonstop reading aloud of the Siri Guru Granth Sahib, from start to finish) at Guru Ram Das Ashram in Los Angeles was held some time in 1972, and akhand paths have continued, every single week since then. For the first few months, at Yogiji’s instruction, each person signed up for 2-1/2 […]
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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 […]
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March 1, 1971, 4:00 AM
I wake up to the sound of jingling bells and an unfamiliar voice gently saying, “Sat Nam, it’s time to wake up!” It takes me a few moments to remember where I am. I am lying on a hard wood floor, in […]
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It’s your eyes that are with me, Babaji; those deep, fiery, dark and passion-filled, or depending on your mood; merry and dancing eyes, that bore through me and touched my soul when first we meet. I am another shell-shocked refugee of the mighty 8.1 earthquake that rocked El Distrito Federal who end up on your […]
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Bhai Sahib Dyal Singh December 31, 1955-September 22, 1975
I’m going to tell you a little bit about Bhai Sahib Dyal Singh. I hope that I can give to all of you – those who knew him personally and those who never met him – the feeling and understanding of just how very special […]
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