By Bhavanjot Kaur
“Kundalini Yoga was made for householders. It was not for the upper class. It was developed so that any household can successfully process through life with absolute dignity, divinity, and identity.”
-Yogi Bhajan 7/9/92
We are a sisterhood. We are siblings of destiny. We are a community of spiritual warriors. Our faces, our working hands and our moving feet often go unseen; nonetheless, we are a force of energy that is felt globally.
We are the Kundalini yogi mothers of this Earth, raising children, sometimes in community and sometimes alone. We are the dance of the moon and MA is our daily mantra and our children chant the JAPA of this mantra.
We live humble lives in our humble homes. There may not be live music, but instead the sounds of mantras playing softly on the radio. There may not be much conversation, but instead the sounds of a baby crying or a toddler giggling or singing a song. There may not be teachers up on a stage leading a kriya or meditation; however, there is a yoga mat where you sit and practice the teachings and your children do take notice.
There may not be bucket sizes of kitcheree being prepared for hundreds, but instead there is a modest kitchen where your child helps you wash the mung beans as you cut the vegetables. There may not be endless batches of Yogi Tea being made, but your child learns to count to thirty as you add the cloves, black peppercorns and cardamon pods to make a small batch for the week.
There may be toys and unwashed clothes strewn about the halls rather than venders lined up to sell. While it may not seem as glamorous or adventurous as traveling to a big yogic event, your daily practices are absolutely the foundation of this community as a whole. As we are taught, Kundalini Yoga is a practice for householders.
“Any person who expands outside for his foundation is sick inside. If you are solid inside, you don’t need outside. When you’re solid inside, outside shall come.”
-Yogi Bhajan 3/25/90
I recently attended a women’s circle and my yoga teacher shared a metaphorical story about a blind sea turtle swimming at the bottom of a vast ocean. At the top of this same ocean was a large chakra spinning and crashing through the waves of this vast sea. Somehow, against all odds, the blind sea turtle lands safely at the center of this rapidly spiraling chakra. This could only be the workings of divine orchestration—the message being that this gift of the Kundalini Yoga teachings and a way of dharma in this lifetime, as a householder, is nothing short of a miracle.
I am reminded of this miracle each time I sit down on my yoga mat to meditate and connect to what Yogiji once referred to as the “in- house society” (Yogi Bhajan, July 25, 1996). I have also, by miracle, become attuned to the inner calling of my soul when it is time to venture out to connect with our spiritual community and, like the blind sea turtle, I arrive exactly where I am meant to be at exactly the right time.
“Those who belong once, they belong forever. Those who belong once and then decide whether they should or not, they don’t have a chance.”
-Yogi Bhajan 4/14/88
I recently attended a workshop with Snatam Kaur. My five-year old daughter came with me and attended a Kundalini Yoga workshop for children. My daughter and I attended the group Aquarian Sadhana in the wee hours of the morning. We ate mung beans and rice with vegetables throughout the day and I gratefully did not have to prepare a single meal or wash a single dish for a few days. We did not make our beds in the morning. It was blissful.
We chanted mantras together with Snatam’s angelic voice leading us. We danced together. We played together. We walked together. We connected with others. We reconnected with each other. We worked through some challenges and even cried together. It brought us closer to ourselves and deepened our connection with one another. This time spent in community re-ignited a flame that had been watered down by the many storms we have already endured together as mother and daughter.
“Relationship is an experience and life is an experience. Environments are to cause that experience. And the breath of life is to gain that experience.”
-Yogi Bhajan 4/17/90
Each time we sit to meditate we strengthen our inside, our foundation. Then, like magic, outside will come and remind us that we do belong no matter how separate we may feel in our daily lives as mothers and householders.
I recall Snatam Kaur chanting the mantra Suni-ai, which is a collection of pauri’s from the Japji prayer. I open to page 170 of Snatam Kaur’s book, Original Light, and I point to one small line translated in English that poignantly reads, “Listening—even the blind find the Path.” I know in my heart and in my soul that our spiritual community is always together swimming in this vast sea even if we do not always see, but that is when we are reminded to listen.
“If you must do sadhana by yourself, then while you are chanting, imagine a million others all around you. Hear them all chanting, with you in the middle, not moving at all. Feel that you do not chant physically, and yet are leading the chant and letting the chant lead you. As you imagine this, continue chanting.”
-Yogi Bhajan, Aquarian Teacher KRI Teacher Training Level 1 Textbook
Bhavanjot Kaur is the owner and founder of Hamsa Healing Arts in Old Saybrook, CT. Bhavanjot is a Kundalini yoga teacher, Reiki Master & Teacher, Craniosacral therapy practitioner and she also offers sound therapy with a 32" gong. Bhavanjot hosts a local women's circle and various workshops on therapeutic grade essential oils, medicinal mushrooms and The Art of Reiki Levels I and II. She is a proud single mother to a beautiful and delightful four-year-old little girl who overcame a rare childhood kidney cancer.
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