Excerpt from the (last) Satsang held by Biji Surinder Kaur at Kirpal Sagar, 10 March, 2016 (Biji’s birthday)
Dear Sangat,
Today we got together at this place where we were also together on Bhaji’s birthday. Once Bhaji said, “Today you are celebrating my birthday, but we can only be happy if we become one ray of His sun.”
Bhaji said,
“This Kirpal Sagar is the picture of my life,
it is a glass through which I can see myself
and try to recognize myself, who I am.”
— Dr Harbhajan Singh
In the beginning when the Seva for digging the Sarovar was going on, first of all we were sitting for meditation and even Master used to give His Darshan (appeared) to someone. I told it many times — I think there is not any girl from that time sitting here:
Once the masons were working, and they wanted to make a competition with the young people of the Sangat. They demanded bricks and bricks, again and again. There was one young girl who could drive the tractor, so she just took some children along to fill the trolley with bricks and they brought a heap of bricks. That time it was a special fragrance, and even the children were getting a special grace.
This Seva can also be done today in the same way . . . That time the fragrance of Spirituality was very strong. The girl driving the tractor brought so many bricks that the masons could not keep up with them. In the night the masons came to Bhaji and asked which fault they had committed. Bhaji told, “You started a competition. And one of my ‘soldiers’ is working like a lion.”
In the beginning of Kirpal Sagar we started with the Satsang of Bhaji and Master. A Farmer nearby who was watering his fields heard it. Hazur pulled him to Him and he came running and asked, if there was every day Satsang. Then he came regularly to Satsang with full devotion until he left the world.
I wish that the fragrance of Kirpal Sagar should be so strong that everyone who hears the voice of the Satsang gets intoxication.
Today you are very happy — it is my birthday and I am also happy — but this is what I want . . .
Kirpal Sagar shall shed a fragrance like Jasmine.