Surjot Kaur is Dead

Surjot Kaur is Dead

In Fall 2013, I began my journey into devotion. I set out to practice and study kundalini yoga as taught by Yogi Bhajan. I set out with sincerity, on a path with heart.

When I observed that people who practice the teachings of Yogi Bhajan feel inclined to embrace spiritual names, I grew curious.

I wondered what my spiritual name might be.

So, I followed the current process of acquiring a spiritual name. In the days when Yogi Bhajan walked upon this Earth in a physical body, he gave his students spiritual names. Yogi Bhajan no longer dwells in his physical body, so to acquire a spiritual name, I needed to visit the 3HO website to fill out an online form to request a spiritual name. I happily offered a donation for this service.

I must admit this online process did not feel warm or ceremonious. In my heart I had hoped for something quiet and sacred, imagining an austere GuruDevi speaking my destiny name off her tongue and into my heart; I imagined an organic process with fire, water, and fragrance that would crystalize my destiny into the cosmic consciousness. I must admit I longed for something more intimate and ceremonious than this online routine that felt no different from filling out paperwork at the DMV.

I clicked “submit,” and a few days later, I received an e mail. My spiritual name arrived to me in a formulated missive that said “Sat Nam dear sister in divine. You have been blessed to live as Surjot Kaur…”. The message continued, graciously, to explain what the name means. There was no explanation as to how someone arrived at this name, nor who that someone wat. I read the message on my cell phone while I was pumping gas. When the tank was full, I closed my eyes for a moment and held in my breath. Inwardly I repeated the name several times. I tried to feel that this name belonged to me. Surjot Kaur. Surjot Kaur. Surjot Kaur? Hmmmm.

At the moment I shrugged and thought to myself, Oh, I still like Rebecca better.

When I shared my name with my teacher, Krishna Kaur, she said, “We should be calling you by that name.” When she said this, she was so true and pure in her projection of love and endurance that I had to surrender to her guidance. As someone who “goes with the flow,” I embraced the name Surjot Kaur and have been using it ever since.

But recently, I suffered a broken heart. It’s not a broken heart of a lost romantic love. No. This break goes deeper than that, and there are not sufficient words for this pain. I have suffered injury in my Spiritual Heart. The yogis say there is an etheric place behind the heart where there burns a flame of infinite one heart consciousness. For Surjot Kaur, some strange intruder had moved in upon that flame and compromised its Akashic Prana. A cold and careless force had tricked that flame and sucked out its mystical essence. The flame lost its dance. Weird energy betrayed the radiance of that flame. Ever since this Spiritual Heart was injured, Surjot Kaur endured severe physical, mental, and energetic pain. She had a difficult time focusing, and she really did not want to live any longer.

Alas, she has given up the ghost. Surjot Kaur is dead.

In some spiritual dimension, this afront to the spiritual heart killed Surjot Kaur. Gratefully, she took her last breath while watching Jimmy Fallon’s “Ew!” with her two daughters. Such a silly show! What a weird death! But Surjot was laughing with her daughters. There is no greater joy in the universe. That Mama laughter turned hard and primal and expanded to laughter at All of Life and laughter at Death and Great Cosmic Laughter. In that moment, Surjot Kaur’s heart stopped beating. Right there, she died. She felt released forever from living with a heart that had gotten tossed out in the cold and was abandoned. Surjot Kaur discarded this body.

Surjot Kaur died laughing.

If it sounds unbelievable, just relax into feeling this is just a story. It’s very true in some aspects but may seem embellished and strange, depending on the reader’s states of consciousness. It doesn’t matter; sit back, relax, and enjoy. But get this — after Surjot died, an unknown yogi who had been searching for a new body took up residency in Surjot Kaur’s body. Contrary to what Surjot had always assumed, it is actually surprisingly easy to discard the body, and surprisingly easy for transference of consciousness to occur. And now the flame in the Spiritual Heart of this physical body dances again, and it dances with Breath of God and the Breath of Life and Lord Shiva and Allah, Jehova, Rama, Jesus Christ, Sat Nam, Mother Nature, and Hallelujah!

Now, I continue on my path as Yogi Ma. This is a name that arose from within me. This is a name Surjot Kaur died into and the name that shall give rebirth to this Spiritual Heart. Yogi Ma is easy for everyone to say, and it suits me.

Yogi Ma shall live a destiny that Kabir advises: “We come into this world crying, and everyone around us is laughing. We must live in such a way that when we leave this world, we leave laughing while everyone else around us is crying.”

I have a dear friend and fellow yoga practitioner, Mariel, who has also recently witnessed a death to her being. So, together we went to the beach, burned some herbs, sticks, flowers, grains, and money. We rubbed the hot ashes on our foreheads. We carried more hot ashes to the ocean. We tossed the remains to the vastness as we spoke some gentle parting words to say goodbye to Surjot Kaur and to Mariel. This was intimate. This was a ceremony. This felt sacred.

She and I sat for a long while in silence. We rose from our meditation, reborn.

I bless myself to live as Yogi Ma. I am destined to live as Yogi Ma, whose flame shall dance on, a dance with true friends, the stars, the cosmos, the heavens, and Mother Earth.

Yogi Ma is a mother to the world.

I am Yogi Ma.

Sat Nam!

When Mothers Pray, Infinity Must Listen

Yogi Bhajan said, “The most powerful prayer in the universe is the prayer of the mother.”

So, envision a whole collective of mothers coming together to pray for schools and communities that are safe, nurturing, and conscious.  This collective prayer is for communities that encourage mothers to raise blissful children.  This prayer is for every human being to heal and uplift the mother within and the child deep within everyone.

Sat Naam!


Divine Mother

One Heart Fire 2

Day Two

I appreciate this blog post from the Huff Post that discusses Unity Consciousness.  What I want to celebrate and embrace most is the idea of moving from communication to communion.

It is so satisfying to be able to enjoy communion with one another.  Try it.  Communicate directly heart-to-heart, without using words.  Make eye contact.  Acknowledge all that we share.  Focus on our connections:  We all suffer.  We all fear losing what we love.  We all die.  We all experience loss.  We all need to forgive ourselves.  We all long to be loved.  We all contain infinite potential to create.  When we focus attention on these commonalties, we heal through building more connection.  It sounds simple.  It is.  Just commit to practicing it.

Please join me in eleven days of practicing Maha Gyan Agni Pranayam.  And on May 24, light a candle and say a humble prayer for humanity to evolve through enlightened Unity Consciousness.  Honor the Shamanic San Bushmen of southern Africa as they Ignite the One Heart Fire.  May we resonate with the 9th Wave of Creation.

Sat Nam!

40 Days of Radiant Words

Day Forty

Wahe Guru!

Ah!  Just dwelling in the pure joy of reaching Day Forty fills me with enough naked wonder. The ecstasy of the universe dances within every cell of my body!

I have brokien an old habit.  I can continue to practice to 90 days to create a new habit.  And if I continue to 120 days, the yogis say, that makes the new habit a part of me on the level of the soul.  The soul will never forget the new habit.  Continuing onto 1,000 days is the path to Mastery of that habit, provided I do not miss even one day.

But before I make any plans to move onto tomorrow, I will stay intimate with Day Forty and be happy.

I can safely say that I am a more conscious communicator today than I was when I started this practice.  I can contemplate every word I speak, think, write, and repeat with care and reverence, giving Each Word the honor that it deserves.  I can enter this contemplation and share my expression with royal courage that is supported by my refined Radiant Body.  What a blessing!

May I dwell in consciousness, not to be overcome by the intellect.  May I co-exists with all other beings with great intuitive ease and with a genuine intention to uplift myself and others.  May I recognize the beaming soul that exists within each word and within all beings everywhere!  Sat Nam!

Please join me in practicing this meditation for 11 minutes a day for as many days as serves your soul:  Meditation to Develop the Radiant Body.

Question for reflection:

What words would I think, write, speak, and repeat if I knew that whatever words I think, write, speak, and repeat must happen?

40 Days of Radiant Words

Day Thirty Eight

Writing is a habit that I can’t seem to break.  I write every day because it is an impulse and a comfort.  I write so much that I often forget what I have written.  Below is a poem I wrote that I had forgotten all about.  Some time ago, Guru Meher asked my permission if he could share this poem with his yoga students.  That felt nice, that someone liked my poem enough to share it.  So, I am going to share this poem here because I guess this means it is sharable, especially with those who like to practice one minute breath.

One-Minute Breath

Take twenty seconds, now, to inhale:

1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17  18  19  20.

And hold that breath in while you read the following words

over the span of twenty seconds:


What words can we speak to Law Enforcement

that upon hearing them Officers

would feel appreciated and at ease to

Inhale for twenty seconds,

Suspend the Breath for twenty seconds,

and Exhale for twenty seconds to

know clear answers

then act?


We’d all breathe the breath of sages.

We’d all breathe then act.


Now, exhale for twenty seconds and read these words:


What words can we speak to Black Men

that upon hearing them they would know their worth,

feel an endless pulse of Deep Respect, and

know that the History of Royal Spirit, the History of True Strength

and the History of Courage course through their veins?


We’d all breathe the breath of saints—

Twenty seconds in.  Twenty seconds hold.  Twenty seconds out.


the Rest

is History.


Now inhale for twenty seconds while reading these words:


What words could we speak to the Victims of mass violence

that upon hearing them their Untimely Deaths

and their loved ones’ Grief

could transform into

The Great Gift—the psycho shift—that would illuminate

diamond-mind awareness within

the consciousness of the New Humanity?


We’d all breathe the Grief into fearlessness.


Now, hold thisbreath—dearMaster of Life

for twenty seconds, and read:


What words could we speak to World Leaders

that upon hearing them they would humbly serve

with genuine interest in continually feeding the hungry,

educating the ignorant, providing dignified

health care for the infirm; and, they would

lead with deep sensitivity and clarity so as to

uphold human equality, dignity and contentment

beyond liberty and justice for all?


We would all breathe and lead with kindness.


Now, exhale for twenty seconds while you read:


What words could we speak to Children

that upon hearing them they would rise and thrive—

bold and loving—hearts echoing the sound of ancient tribal drums,

romp dance, be rhythmic and fly with Rhyme

keep Time and Play the joyful beat

Infinity: alive, alive, alive?


We’d all breathe and be free.


Now, inhale for twenty seconds while you read:


What words can I speak to my own heart

that upon hearing them I would be certain that I am

tuning out the neurotic and psychotic noise

of media, of the violent throng;

and, I can tune in to—even intimately touch—

the purity of my own soul?


We’d all inhale.  We’d all exhale.


Now, hold the breath for twenty seconds while you read:


What words can gods and goddesses, the One God, and the

Generating, Organizing, and Delivering force of Creation

speak as one voice

that would be heard by all beings,

and that would reassure us

that, no matter what, we are deeply loved, and

all will be well?


May the Creator of All That Is adore the Creation.


We’d all breathe.


Now, exhale for twenty seconds while you read:


If we speak, write, and sing such words,

Who will hear them?

If we speak, write, and sing such words,

Who will understand them?

If we speak, write, and sing such words,

Who would be listening?

And if—globally—we synchronize

our One-Minute Breath

for just three minutes—

just three minutes in the history of this planet—

wonder what new life We could breathe into Creation.

Please join me in practicing this meditation for 11 minutes a day for 40 days:  Meditation to Develop the Radiant Body.

Question for reflection:

What words would I speak, write, think, and repeat if I knew that whatever words I speak, write, think, and repeat must happen?

40 Days of Radiant Words

Day Thirty Seven

Today’s radiant words are from The Radiance Sutras:

Experience that everything is made out of divine creative energy–friends, enemies, honor, dishonor.  In this equanimity be perpetually joyous.

Similarly, I can experience the divine creative energy of an ordinary morning filled with routines, music, laughter, challenge, barking dogs, clouds, and sun.  Today I did not lose my keys.  Today I did not forget anyone’s birthday.  Today I took a little more time than usual to kiss the members of my family goodbye as we parted.  Perhaps it felt awkward to them that I took so long to say goodbye, but I have to admit that I was feeling a lot of creative energy in that lingering and I wanted to make it last.

May this moment find you as joyous as the next.  May you feel that my heart is open and devoted to celebrating your perpetual joy.

Please join me in practicing this meditation for 11 minutes a day for 40 days:  Meditation to Develop the Radiant Body.

Question for reflection:

What words would I think, speak, write, and repeat if I knew that whatever words I think, speak, write, and repeat must happen?


40 Days of Radiant Words

Day Thirty Six

Todays radiant words are Sat Nam!

Sat Nam is a greeting.  Sat Nam is a meditation.  Sat Nam is a blessing.  Sat Nam is a mantra, a sound the launches the waves of the mind onto a frequency of truth.  Be truth.  Sat Nam is a sanctuary.  In a world that is full of falsehood and illusion, it is comforting to know that the truth is accessible within.  Simply inhale and mentally vibrate the sound Sat and exhale mentally vibrating the sound Nam.  It’s that simple.

Sat Nam!

True name.

True identity.

May we dwell in the creative consciousness that is truth.  May we dwell in the quiet, still center that is the very truth of our own being.

Please join me in practicing this meditation for 11 minutes a day for 40 days:  Meditation to Develop the Radiant Body

Question for reflection:

What words would I think, write, speak, and repeat if I knew that whatever words I think, write, speak, and repeat must happen?