In February of 2024, I had a profound dream, a vision in which Guruji clearly enunciated His teachings. As I lay sleeping, I saw that a
satsang was taking place in my home. There were many
sangat, but no one was sitting with the respect due to the very presence of Mahashiva. Some people were taking calls or watching videos on their phones, others were clicking photographs, and more were engrossed in conversations. Even when the
sewadars tried to intervene, no one paid attention. Meanwhile, the
shabads played on–unheeded.
Feeling uneasy, I left the
durbar and went to the kitchen where my two sisters were doing
sewa. My playlist was set for two hours, and I had noticed that one hour and fifty-two minutes had passed. I hugged them and began crying, sorrowful that no one was truly listening to the Guru's word. It felt wrong: We were disrespecting the sacredness of the satsang. Was it a social gathering or Guruji Maharaj's satsang? I decided to stop the shabads and went back to the durbar, apologizing with a heavy heart and telling people that we would end it here and that they could partake in Guruji's blessed
langar prasad before leaving.
Most of the sangat began to leave, but seven or eight devotees remained seated, their eyes closed, deeply immersed in Guruji's presence. They seemed to be in a meditative state, unaware of their surroundings. After the sangat left, I closed the door and sat inside, asking Guruji for forgiveness, feeling that I had failed to conduct the satsang properly since no one had listened to the shabads. I begged for His mercy.
At that moment–still in my dream–the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Guruji standing at the gate with two of His devotees. I greeted Him, touched His feet, and asked, "Guruji, why are you outside?" Guruji, standing there, simply replied, "
Jithhe maryada nahi hoti, wahan mein nahi hota." (
i am not present where dignity and respect is not accorded). Then He directed me to go inside and finish the satsang as the sangat was still seated inside.
I watched Guruji walk to His
aasan in the durbar and sit down. He then said, "Play the playlist, uncle, there are 8 minutes left." We completed the playlist, followed by the
mantra jaap. I saw Guruji sitting contentedly and then saying: "
Where there is respect, there I am." Summoning my courage, I asked Guruji to explain the meaning of "maryada". Guruji, in His joy, smiled and said, "Go, get a pen and paper, and write." What He told me, I now share with all of you:
1. Always listen to the blessed shabads attentively; within them lie your answers. Regularly listen to satsangs.
2. Turn off your phone during a satsang; the device drains all positive vibrations.
3. Sit where the sewadars guide you. Your behaviour affects both the sangat and the souls I bring with Me.
4. Do not discuss the chai or langar prasad, whether it's too sweet or spicy. It is your medicine, My blessing.
5. Avoid idle chatter after the satsang; it diminishes the blessings you have received.
6. Serve your parents: That is also a form of satsang.
7. Carry the spirit of the satsang with you, from the mandir to home and from home to the mandir.
8. Sit with Me.
There may have been more that He said, but this is what I remember. As soon as I thanked Guruji, the dream ended. I woke up crying, realizing how many mistakes we make, yet Guruji, in His infinite grace, continues to bless and guide us. He reminded me that where there is no respect, He will not be present.
This satsang is not meant to criticize sangat, but to share Guruji's teachings. Even though I may have made mistakes while hosting the satsang, Guruji, out of His immense compassion, pointed me to the true essence of a satsang.
Mobiles block His vibrations; leave them out
Maharaj deeply cares about His sangat and wishes us to benefit fully from His blessings. A few days ago this year I had another
darshan from Maharaj that re-emphasized the sacredness of the satsangs and the dutiful, disciplined honour with which we need to attend them since He is present.
In the dream, a satsang was taking place at my home. The sangat was seated, sewadars were sincerely absorbed in their sewa, and amidst this serene scene, Guruji lovingly beckoned me. I bowed and greeted Him, saying, "Namaste, Guruji, hanji, please guide me."
Guruji instructed me to bring a large basket. I found one that we use to keep clean utensils in the kitchen. He asked that it be covered with a cloth and brought before Him. When I returned with the covered basket, Guruji began gently pointing towards individual members of the sangat–this aunty, that uncle, one by one–and even gestured towards other rooms. He told me to collect everyone's mobile phones and place them in the basket. I walked around the satsang, respectfully gathering the phones from each devotee, including those of my own family and sewadars, regardless of what they were doing. I placed the basket in front of Guruji. In a soft voice, He instructed me to take the basket out on the balcony and leave it there. And then He said something so profound it still echoes within me: "
These devices are blocking the vibrations."
I placed the basket outside, returned to sit near Guruji, and the dream ended.
Exactly a week later, we had a satsang at our home on 25
th Feb. Remembering Guruji's message, we made sure to include a note in the invitation: "Mobile phones are not allowed during satsang. Kindly keep them in your vehicles, switch them off completely, or place them in the designated basket."
That day, sangat from all walks of life joined in–some attending for the very first time, regulars, and occasional attendees. I cannot describe the divine shift we all felt. Without the distraction of mobile phones, the entire sangat experienced an undeniable flow of powerful vibrations, bliss, and Guruji's infinite
mauj. It felt as though we had returned to the true essence of what a satsang is meant to be–a space filled with pure blessings and unbroken presence. For us, from now on, this will be a permanent practice in our home: "During satsangs, mobile phones are strictly prohibited."
But what makes this satsang so significant for me is the realization Maharaj blessed me with: that the sanctity and purity of satsangs are slowly being overshadowed. Somewhere along the way, we ourselves have disrupted the flow of the divine vibrations that used to grace our satsangs so effortlessly.
With folded hands, I make this humble request to all dear devotees: When Guruji was in His beautiful physical form, mobile phones were never allowed–neither at the Mandir or during His satsangs. Slowly the sangat stopped following this discipline. Now when sewadars remind us, we choose not to listen, justifying our actions by comparing ourselves with others and forgetting that Guruji Himself never permitted phones during satsangs or when He was on His seat. But Guruji Maharaj keeps correcting us with so much love, constantly guiding us back to the right path, even when we begin to drift.
If any of my words have caused hurt or offended anyone, I sincerely seek forgiveness from Guruji and His beloved sangat. This message is not directed towards any one individual: It is for all of us.
Guruji inspires poem
I have always dreamt of writing my own book, but did not have the confidence to do so. During the Covid-19 lockdown I tried to get back into writing, taking advice from a few well-wishers. But it didn't go well: Something or the other would always detract me from writing my dream book and I could not start. Frustrated and unable to clear my mind, I angrily told Guruji that I would not write anything till He gave me a hint or guided me. I was confused, had no idea how to begin and needed help.
A month went by and I had forgotten the declaration made before Guruji. On September 2, 2020, a devotee requested me to help her with a Hindi poetry competition. The devotee's office was hosting Hindi Week, and she wanted me to share a poem she could contribute. Guruji had told her that I alone would be able to help, she told me. I was stunned because she had no idea that I wrote. Without wasting time, I asked her for the details of the entry to understand what was required for the poem. I took it as a sign that Guruji wanted me to start writing and thanked Guruji for giving me this opportunity.
I attempted the poem with zest; it took me two days to craft and edit. As I do not use much vocabulary, I took help from one person to check my phrasing and words. Once it was all set, I sent it to the lady devotee. I felt overwhelmed with her faith in me. Meanwhile, the competition was postponed. I am not a professional writer nor do I have knowledge of the art; I merely express my emotions through poetry.
Here is the poem:
यू मिलें कुछ इस तरह
ज़िंदगी मिलीं यू हमें कुछ,
की हम बस चलते रहे,
फिर मिला हमें गुरु हमारा,
और हम रमते चले गए।
उनकी उस सादगी ने हमें,
खुद से एक पहचान करायी है,
की यू तो है बहुत से बेसहारा,
और हम खुद का नाम करते गए।
जिस दिन भी हटी उनकी नज़र,
हम खुद से नज़र ना सिला सके,
और हम बस यह सोचते रहे की,
यह सब सिर्फ़ हम ही करते रहे।
समय केसा भी हो ज़िंदगी में,
धूप हो या छाओ हो,
दो पल का ही है समाँ,
तो क्यू ना फिर उनकी ही हो रज़ा
और उनका ही साथ हों।
उनकी चोखट पर जाके,
बस बात एक समझ में आयी है,
सबसे पहले है वो,
उसके बाद ही यह दुनियादारी है।
कहीं भी आऊ कही भी जाऊँ,
कर दो मुझ पे एक और रहम,
जहां तक भी में पहुँच पाऊँ,
हाथ जोड़ गुंन तेरे गाऊँ।
है सीस झुका के शत शत नमन
यू मुझे अपनाने का,
हूँ में केसा भी बस यह ना हटाना,
जो अब नज़र एक मुझ पे डाली है।
With endless gratitude at the lotus feet of Guruji Maharaj, I humbly thank Him for keeping us in His divine sanctuary and for continuously bestowing His infinite grace upon me and my family. Whether I am truly part of the sangat or not, I will always strive to live by these teachings and never forget them. I pray He continues to bless me with the wisdom and understanding to walk on the path He has shown. Jai Guruji!
Rajnish Anand, a devotee
March 2025