Just as the sky is evidently seen to exist, so is the Satguru known to reside in every heart. Whoever understands this, they are blessed by the Guru. One day, Guru ji was in the Langar Hall and had his unsalted Ogra. He drank water after and was fully satiated. The Sikhs were all with him. Langar was made that had all 6 types of tastes. The Satsangat ate the Langar and had Kheer that was made with rice, sugar and ghee. Many types of other foods were made, that were delicious. They had many types of spices in them. Whole wheat rotis were made that were light and fluffy. Many types of dishes were ready. Baba Bhudda ji saw this and said: “oh gracious Satguru, many types of delicious foods have been made. The whole Sangat eats this delicious food and you eat a plain, unsalted Ogra. This is not a good thing. The food that you eat, that is what the Sangat should eat. This is the best tradition for the Sikhs. This is a wish of mine. I wanted to say this to you for a long time. Today I got the chance, so I said it.” Guru ji was happy with Baba Bhudda ji and responded: “there is no difference between the Gurmukh Sangat and I. I am one with the Sangat. When the Sangat is happy, I am happy; when the Sangat is in pain, I am in pain. When the Sangat eats delicious food, I can taste it.” Guru ji had eaten his food and gargled. Guru ji said: “look, all the tastes of the Langar have gone into my mouth.” When the Sangat looked at the water that Guru ji spat out, they could see remnants of different dishes made in the Langar. Residue from Kheer was seen along with the other dishes. The Guru lives in all of the Sikhs. The Guru gives food to the Sangat but eats through the perception of the Sangat. Guru ji showed everyone that he had all the food that the Sangat ate. Satguru ji then spoke as he showed everyone his teeth that had other food particles: “my beloved Bhudda, you are very wise, understand what I have just shown to you. The Langar that the Sangat eats with love, that Langar reaches me. There is no one else in the Sangat besides me. Consider both as one in the same.” Baba Bhudda ji heard this and was really happy. He placed his head on top of Guru ji’s feet and sang his praises.
The Sangat was growing by the day. The Sikhs were getting wiser and wiser. The traditions of Sikhi were established and the vices were washed away along with the desires. Satguru ji would never break his Nitnem and wake up at 2 am everyday. He would clean his teeth and take a bath. He would sit down in solitude and sit in samadhi. He would focus his attention in his real form, the Aatma and immerse in bliss. He would sit still like this till the sun would come up, in his Anand Saroop. After the sun would come up, the court would be in session. The Sikhs would come to see Guru ji and be in bliss. The Rababis would sing Shabad Gurbani. Guru ji and the Sangat would listen with love. The Divaan would continue for many hours and everyone would enjoy it. Guru ji would then go to the Chabarra Sahib and stand there, holding on to a peg and meditate. Everyone would come to see him there from the outside. He would do a lot of Tapasya. The person seeing this would be inspired to do tapp. Their heads would bow, just looking at Guru ji’s determination in doing Simran. Langar would be ready and then Guru ji would sit in the Sangat and eat.
One day, Guru ji woke up at Amritvela to take a bath. Bibi Bhaani ji came to see her father-Guru. She was the form of Bhagti and loved to do Simran Bhagti. Her relation to the Satguru was the deepest within Sikhi: she was the daughter of the Guru. Her husband also became the Guru as well as her son and grandson. Guru Amardas ji sat on top of his stool to take a bath. Guru ji sat in Samadhi, cross-legged. Both of his eyes were closed and his attention was connected to his real self. He had gathered his attention and focused it on to Parmeshwar. He looked like Shivji, sitting in deep meditation. One of the legs of the stool was broken. Bibi Bhaani ji noticed that one of the legs was broken and may cause Guru ji to fall off. Bibi Bhaani ji thought to herself quickly: “if Pitha ji moves to this side, the stool will tip over and Guru ji’s Samadhi would break. The Samadhi that Jogis and Sadhoos work really hard for, shouldn’t break. Guru ji’s Samadhi shouldn’t break. There is nothing else I can stick underneath the stool.” Bibi ji looked around for something, but there was nothing there. There was nothing for support. She put her hand underneath the stool to keep it steady. It indeed was stable and the stool stopped rocking. Satguru ji was on top and his weight was quite a bit for Bibi ji’s hand. Her hand began to hurt but she kept her hand there. She sat there with patience. The broken piece of the stool kept on going into her hand, deeper and deeper but she didn’t take her hand away. The task that the strongest men couldn’t do, Bibi Bhaani ji was doing that painful task. She was doing a great Tapasya. She stayed like this till the sun came up. She sat still like a statue. Her patience was unmatched. She had no focus on her body. Her arm became numb. Blood got stuck in her arm and went red and blue. When Guru ji opened his eyes, he saw his daughter sitting next to him. He saw her arm which was red and swollen. Satguru ji knew everything but still asked: “my daughter, why are you sitting like this? Why are you taking so much pain? Why is your hand under the stool?” The fortunate Bibi Bhaani ji spoke: “Pitha ji, the leg of the stool is broken. I figured your Samadhi would have broken if the stool tipped over. I looked around to find something to give the stool some support with but couldn’t find anything. So, I put my hand underneath. I didn’t want your focus to break. I kept the balance of the stool and put my hand there.” Satguru ji got off his stool and took her hand out from underneath. There was an imprint of the stool leg on her palm. Guru ji said: “how did you tolerate so much pain?” Bibi ji said: “Pita ji, I am not wise enough to know how to do your Seva. I think about doing your Seva, day and night, but I don’t know how to do your Seva. You are the form of Parmeshwar. My eyes are blessed to see you. Blessed are those hands that do your Seva; that heart is blessed in which you live. Blessed are those feet that come to see you. Those who do your Seva, those fortunate people’s whole body is blessed.” Guru ji heard his daughter’s words and noticed her painful act. It was really hard what she had done. Guru ji was really happy and gave her a boon: “your family will grow. Great saints will be born in your house. You will be worshipped by the world. You will grow like the moon on the second day of the new moon. Your happiness and bliss will grow. Whoever worships your children, they will be fortunate. Your children will be very powerful. They will destroy sinners with weapons and will be radiant in the world. They will establish the ultimate Dharam of Meeree and Peeree (temporal and spiritual power). They will change the traditions. There will be Jaikaras to their names in Kaliyuga and they will bless thousands. The Sodhi family will be praised. You have achieved all this with your Bhagti. In past, present or future, there is no other woman like you. Your father is the Guru, your husband will by the Guru of the world, your son will be the Guru and your grandson will be the Guru. Your praises cannot be sung. No one else can match you.” Sri Guru Amar ji was really happy, the gracious one. He gave her many boons. Bibi Bhaani ji folded her hands and bowed to her father. She was indeed the most fortunate woman to have ever lived. She knew her father spoke the truth and remembered his words. She was happy that her husband and children would be the next Gurus.
Bibi Bhaani ji returned to her home. She received the highest status from her father. Guru Amardas ji always listens to the Bhagats. He is omniscient and can give gifts that are otherwise impossible for anyone else to give.
One day, the child, Guru Arjan Dev ji was playing in and around Chabarra Sahib. None of the kids were allowed to go where Guru ji stayed. All of the kids already knew this: “no one without a beard may come.” Guru ji told everyone to keep the kids away when he was in Samadhi. Guru Arjan Dev ji casually came to Chabarra Sahib as he was playing. He crossed the threshold and came in. Instead of his parents’ room, he came to Guru Amardas ji’s room. He came close to the bed, where Guru Amardas ji was resting. No other Sevadaar was close by. Bibi Bhaani ji saw her son go to Guru ji’s room and ran after him. She was scared as she ran. Guru Arjan Dev ji was playing in the dirt and so there was dirt on his clothes. Guru Arjan Dev ji grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up to stand upright. Bibi Bhaani ji came over to grab her son but Guru Amardas ji saw and spoke: “don’t take him. Leave him standing here.” Guru Amardas ji grabbed Guru Arjan Dev ji and picked him up. He bounced him to check his weight and noticed that he was heavy. He said: “the weight of his power in the world will be heavy. He will be a great Guru. He will be the “Bani Ko Bohat Bhad Hvai Hai” (he will be a big ship for Gurbani). “Dohita, Bani Ka Bohita” (the grandson will be the ship for Gurbani).” Sri Guru Arjan Dev ji tried to come on to the bed by lifting his feet. Guru ji saw this and said: “you want to sit here right now? You will get this throne from your father. Be patient till then.” Guru ji laughed. Bibi Bhaani ji heard her father’s words and was happy to be so blessed. She took her son and put his forehead to Guru Amardas ji’s feet. She then picked up the baby Guru Arjan Dev ji and went to her home. She raised her three sons. She served her father with love. In the same way, Guru Ramdas ji did Seva all day and night.