“I’m no body.  I’m no mind.  I’m no spirit. I’m just the Breath of God, the Breath of Life, Breath of Life, Breath of God.” – Yogi Bhajan

Golden Bridge
Dear Ones, Sat Nam.Please whisper these words from Yogi Bhajan out loud to yourself:

“I’m no body.  I’m no mind.  I’m no spirit.
I’m just the Breath of God, the Breath of Life, Breath of Life, Breath of God.
I’m no body.  I’m no mind.  I’m no spirit.
I’m just the Breath of God, the Breath of Life, Breath of Life, Breath of God.
I’m no body.  I’m  no mind.  I’m no spirit.
I’m just the Breath of God, the Breath of Life, Breath of Life, Breath of God.
I’m no body. I’m no mind.  I’m no spirit.
I’m just the Breath of God, the Breath of Life, Breath of Life, Breath of God.”

I was raised as a Christian in the Midwest of the USA in the 1940s, and I came to love Jesus very very sincerely.

As young children, we can do a lot of things.  Then the intellect takes over, and wants reasoning.  Then we lose to the wayside perhaps some love and perhaps some faith.

When we were little children, we saw many things.  Children see Fairies and Gnomes and lots of Angels.  By the age of seven, most of us left that realm; and the mind took over from scholarly efforts by society and by our parents’ preparing us for the future.

In my house there was a lot of joy and a lot of love.  My father was sick for twelve years with cancer; so my mother had to work, and she had these four kids.  I was the basic housekeeper of our home.  I would dust all the furniture.  I like my living environment to look pretty and tidy.  No one else had the time nor had in their natures that pretty-and-tidy inclination and tendency, which has stayed with me for many years.

Our home with one bathroom for six people was so very small, almost like a dollhouse.  Everything was so small.  Luckily my mother was Sicilian; my father was a slight fellow; and we children were small as well.  I think if we were a large-sized family, we would not have fit in that house at all.

The four of us kids shared one bedroom.  When we reached a certain age, our parents said, “We think there needs to be a wall since we have two boys and two girls.”  In the small bedroom they put up a wall, and thereby there wasn’t enough room for two beds for my sister and myself.  We had a trundle bed wherein one bed fits underneath, and is taken out at night.

Life went on very well.  I was cleaning the house.  When I was dusting the furniture, if I forgot a leg on the chair, that chair leg called me back, “You forgot me!”  Even inanimate objects became real to me.  Children have full-on relationships with their stuffed animals and their stuffed dolls.  They became alive.  That was how it went as a child.

Through Grace of God, many of us still remember all of those times; and perhaps some of those experiences are what have brought us to today.

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Love and peace to all hearts and homes.

Author: harinam

Yogi, teacher, healer

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