40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Thirty Nine

Beloved Everywhere,  This is my conscious prayer.

May the human family learn to thrive and be happy under the increased levels of pressure that we are all experiencing.  May we train our minds and intuition to perceive inner dimensions while the senses navigate the outer world with dignity and grace.  May more and more souls chose to experience the sacred sound current as a way to elevate the frequencies of the mind’s thought waves.  May we all come to understand the significance of every word we speak and every word we think.  May we accept, take responsibility for, and acknowledge that our words create our world.  May we come to celebrate that by tuning in to our inner sounds, and by harmonizing those inner sounds with sacred sounds, we experience our inner wisdom and merge with the vast awareness of Divine Silence.  If only one being on this planet experiences Divine Silence, may that one experience elevate every being. May collective human consciousness know deep and perfect ease with All That Is.

Sat Nam!


40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Thirty Four

Meditating while basking in the energy of a full lunar eclipse amplifies the effects of the meditation.

It’s the Chinese Mid-Autumn festival.  Our family gathers on the patio to observe the Moon.  We drink tea.  The children dance and laugh.  The dog rests his chin between his paws.  We observe the eclipsed moon as a dark, blood-red orb.  She gradually removes this veil and reappears in all her silver-white glory.  She reflects.  The oracles guide us to acknowledge this evening as a time for deep reflection and for seeing and understanding that reality is a reflection of who and what we are–our flaws, our greatness, our potential.

Have you heard tell of Yin and Yang, the lovers residing on the moon?  An old legend says that Lady Yin washes Master Yang’s feet in a rose-scented milky way.  Then he combs her hair with a comb made of sun beams.  Once a year, they dance an ecstatic dance that causes an awesome Moonquake.  This seismic activity sends ripples out into Infinity.  Earth receives subtle shifts in its neutron stream.  These shifts effect human beings in a variety of ways from triggering lunatic behavior to inspiring the composition of symphonies and the writing of novels.

It is said that if a human practices a certain pranayama (breathing meditation) during this time, that person will receive the gift of god consciousness.  Here’s the practice:  Inhale deeply.  Gently hold the breath without holding any tension in the body and mentally utter (inwardly utter) the word ecstasy.  Exhale all the air out of the body.  Mentally utter ecstasy.  Inhale and repeat this pattern.  Continue the practice for three minutes.  Then put on some good music and dance.

May you liberate yourself from the tricky influences of the subconscious mind.  May you live according to your god consciousness.  May you know ecstatic, divine love because your nerves are strong, your mind serves your soul, your heart creates miracles, your navel point syncs with the Infinite Pulse.  May your will and Divine Will be One. 

Sat Nam!



40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Eighteen

As modern human beings, one of our collective Unknowns is all the knowledge, ancient wisdom, and history that has been destroyed by holocaust, cultural revolution, genocide, war, and book burning.

Total annihilation devastates us, but it is part of the process of Creation.

The technology of Kundalini Yoga can teach us something about this.  This practice strengthens the human sensory system so that an individual can become sensitive to the subtle realm and receive transmission of wisdom.

Since ancient times, spiritual practice has been transmitted from teacher to student. No lectures or texts, but living, breathing human transmission.  This art of transmission seems has been all but lost and forgotten in our contemporary consciousness.  Luckily, it still exists in Kundalini Yoga. We tune in with the Adhi Mantra, Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo, and these sounds connect us to the Golden Chain of teachers of this tradition. As practitioners, we are living breathing bearers of an entire lineage. In other words, the Library of Teachings is within the human body. Even if all teachings were lost in print and in digital form, there would still be those who practice this yoga. Even if only one teacher passes one teaching on to one student, the teachings will continue to exist.  Even if no one passes them on, they exist, held lovingly in the Sacred Sound Current.  All Great teachings exist in the subtle realm of consciousness; it’s simply a matter of tapping into that realm.  Sit. Meditate.  Practice.  Pray.

Oh, Divine Beloved Creator of All That Is and Is No Longer, fill our collective consciousness with strength to carry on lineages, teachings, and wisdom through our practices, through our words, through our actions, thoughts, and through our prayers. If it pleases Thee, keep us healthy, happy, creative, and mighty peaceful so that we may allow, not only peace, but also wisdom to prevail on this Earth. Let us dwell in The Wisdom that transcends cultures, transcends nations, transcends boundaries, transcends limits. May we embrace The Wisdom that is inclusive, collaborative, loving, dignified, graceful, courageous and full of humility and remembrance of our contribution to the Universe. May this Great Wisdom be that which can heal, and bring dignity, divinity, prosperity, and grace to all beings everywhere. May each and every creature embody such Divine Wisdom that is impervious to fire, war, holocaust, genocide, extinction because it lives and continues to thrive in the formless Subtle Realm of Universal Consciousness. May we have the capacity and caliber to tap into this awesome Unknown. May we be with this great Unknown in loving companionship on into Infinity.

Sat Nam!


40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Seventeen

Another Unknown we experience is that of our influence on others.  We are not really certain to what depth and in what ways our presence is felt.  We are not completely sure in what ways our words and actions affect others.  We can never know exactly what someone else thinks or feels about us, even if they told us truthfully and to our face and in so many words.

So, what is an effective way to communicate with this unknowable aspect of our self?  How can we become more aware of our impact on others?  How can we be sure that our impact is uplifting and of service to others?

Listening helps.  Deep listening.  We should have thousands of words in our vocabulary that mean listen.  We need a vast spectrum of expression for the graceful practice of listening.  We need songs and prayers and praise and possibilities for listening.  We need to long for and seek out opportunities to listen.

Beloved Creator of the Sacred Sound Current and everything else, may we continue to serve You through our growing mastery of listening.  May our hearts and minds and ears and inner ear open to every sound, from whisper to war cry; and may we bring relief from suffering through listening.  Lord of Listening, May Jada’s family feel comfort during this time of great anxiety and uncertainty.  Creator of Listening, May Great Uncle Chen Ziren feel spiritual strength through his health challenges.  God of Listening, May those who are dying, those who will die, those who are dead feel that we are listening, and we are with them, and we are holding them in the space of infinite love.

Sat Nam!


40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Twelve

Years ago, as a new mother without a daily yoga and meditation practice, the challenges of raising children inspired desperate prayers.  If I had uttered such prayers aloud, one might have sounded like this, “God, please help me!”  Or, another might sound like this, “Oh my God, not this again!”  I would feel like giving up.  I used to succumb  to self-pity; I’d wonder at the injustice of a Universe that shows no mercy to a sleep deprived, friendless, modern woman who is simply trying to survive an endless onslaught of physical, emotional, social, financial, and cultural demands.  I’d often fear I could never ever properly fulfill my family’s incessant needs.

“God, help me!” is not a true prayer but an expression of pure desperation.  How could I help it: My nervous system was weak.  My breath was too shallow.

Luckily, desperation is easy to transcend:  Deepen the breath.  Strengthen the lungs, the heart, and the nervous system.  Practice daily.  Feel at home with every inhale and every exhale.

Desperation turns to inspiration.  I feel ready for anything.  I wonder at the truth that anyone and everyone can vibrate the divine love of the Creator and All Creation!  I surrender completely to the Unknown facets of the fulfillment of the family’s needs.  The only thing that is up to me is to pray the prayer of the Mother.

Today’s Prayer:  May the singing of praises be your food.  Praise your life.  Praise your children.  Praise your friends.  Praise your spouse.  Praise a glass of water!  Praise a stubbed toe!  Praise your own heart’s prayer!  Praise the breath of life! Praise your Mother-in-Law’s cooking.  Praise your own consciousness.  And may the remembrance of your Source and True Home, the Creator and Creation, give you infinite delight!

Sat Nam!


40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day 6

Okay.  So, the commitment to these two meditations is solid.

Now, it’s time to enter a relationship between my consciousness and these meditations.  Of the meditations that Yogi Bhajan taught that I have ever practiced, each has its own character, its own caliber, its own dimension, its own rub, its own depth of challenge, its own quality of working on the consciousness.  For instance, it took me more than 60 days to really appreciate “the meditation to break the mask.”  It took me 40 days to fall madly in love with “Sat Kriya.”  It took me 120 days to develop a lifelong friendship with the “Kriya for the Keep-Up Spirit.”  These kriyas and mediations are dear friends.  They have souls of their own.

The Isht Sodhana Kriya is purely beautiful, so quiet, so calming, so peaceful.  Though I practice with my dog and my children around me, the peace of the meditation seems to penetrate their activity.  I have a heightened sense of hearing.  I can hear the dog cleaning his paws, each lick of his tongue is distinct and seems to echo like water falling in a cave.

Besides the dog, while I meditate, my five-year-old daughter practices what she calls her “Cheer-Up Yoga” next to me.  She makes up little movements that she synchronizes with her breath.  Just like with the dog licking, I can sense my daughter’s breath as if it is amplified; breath enters leaves her body; breath travels through her lungs, whipping around each cell, like gusts of wind whipping around mountains.  This is a fascinating meditation that is giving me the gift of perceiving the essences of things, allowing me to be so eternally present in a moment that the tiniest details of the moment are grandiose; existence itself is pure bliss!

It’s easy to write about how much I am enjoying the evening meditation.  Now, what about the Meditation for Word Power?  How am I relating to this meditation?

First, because I am using the Tantric Har music to keep rhythm, this meditation inspires my mind to indulge in memories of practicing White Tantric Yoga at Guru Ram Das Puri in the the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico.  (If you’ve never had that experience, I highly recommend adding it to your bucket list of things you must do before you die).  So, I feel as though I am bringing a great force of consciousness and family support to this personal Sadhana.  The experiences of all those great souls whom I have mediated with continue to move me, support me, touch me with their incredible impact.  Infinite gratitude to all those who practice White Tantric Yoga now and forever!

Because this meditation is called, “Meditation for Word Power,” my mind is utterly attracted to the name of the meditation because I love to write.  Immediately, my mind attaches to the idea that word power has everything to do with writing a good poem or story or blog post.  So, the soul must step up to remind myself that the Word Power in this context has to do with prayer, with communicating with Infinity, with the way I communicate with my Unknown.  And the only way the soul’s voice remains clear to me, the only way I can continue to listen to my Soul’s voice is if my practice is strong.  So, the soul reminds me what the true goal is here.  I may be as awkward or as graceful a writer as ever; so sorry, dear Surjot, but this mediation may not help you much in your busy mind’s literary pursuits; instead, keep wondering: how am I doing in communicating with my Unknown?

Well, what’s Unknown?  Let me work with an Unknown as an example here.  I do not know when I am going to pass out of my body, out of this current existence.  I do not know when I am going to die.

So, how do I communicate with when I am going to die?

Let’s see.  Let me give when I am going to die a proper name.  Do I call her “Buying the Farm,”  “Kicking the Bucket,” “Meeting the Grim Reaper” “The Great Escape” “Reincarnation”?  No, none of these names will do for my death.  I shall call my death my masterpiece.  I shall call my death Lady Me Merging With Infinity.  I shall call my death.  I shall call.  Yes!  Call is the key word here; death is a calling.  Every morning, in Aquarian Sadhana, we practice Morning Call.  Similarly, my death shall be a calling out, a resonating vibration of peace, grace, tranquility, and compassion.

Yoga and meditation is preparation for conscious death.  This is not grim or morbid, but totally real and divine.

Today’s Prayer:  Dearest, Beloved Unknown, You are magnificent!  You are splendid!  You are mysterious and dark and infinite!  I appreciate your existence, dear, sweet Unknown, and feel an impulse to give you praise.  Oh Unknown!  Continue to play your quiet, unknowable song in the depths of my consciousness.  Hear me call you Beloved, and know, dearest Unknowable, that you are dear to me.

Sat Nam!