Stories by ashram members that share their knowledge and experiences in the ashram.
By Richard Ian Greene
As I left the Sunday Gurdwara service, Yogi Bhajan and a number from the Darbar accompanied me to my car (an old Subaru with tinted glass). The car was parked near the west entry to the Gurdwara. Yogi Bhajan asked what was in the back of my car. I said, “Nothing important, Sir.” Yogi Bhajan laughed and instructed security to search my car.