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The Call of the Master
Gobind Singh fixed a day for the gathering of all his disciples at Anandpur. When they had gathered from all parts of the country, he rose with the naked steel in his hand and called for a life to be offered to his steel from among their number, if they wished to continue this disciples. The call caused some terror in the assembly; for they had already forgotten the ways of Guru Nanak and that this was not the first time in Sikh history that some such call had been made. Guru Nanak had called in the same awful tone, and only Angad had come forward, the others being afraid. Moreover, the disciples knew their present Master only in his loving and sustaining mood, and as they failed at the time of Guru Nanak, it is not surprising that now they were unable even to guess the meaning of the Master, for whom this was a climactic moment in which centuries throbbed to new life. The Master called again, “Does any disciple wish to die under my steel!” Only one rose and came forward in deep reverence, saying, “Thine it is forever, Master; under the keen edge of thy steel is the highest bliss”. A tent was pitched on a little mound nearby, and the blessed disciple followed the Master into the tent.
The Master came out again with his flashing sword, saying: “One more disciple to die today!” So did he call five times in all and five Sikhs stepped forward to die.
After a while, out of the tent came the Beloved Five, decked in saffron-dyed garments and saffron turbans: altogether a new type, with the Master in their midst looking strangely as one of them. The Beloved Five by his favour had the same dress, the same physical appearance and the same Divine glow as he. Gobind Rai proceeded to dissolve the song of the Master (Godword) in water; and he prepared the Nectar of Knowledge Absolute in he immortal draught in which he had resolved to give himself away to the children of Guru Nanak!
The Nectar was ready as he had finished the chanting of his Mantram when the Mother of his disciples came with sugar-crystals and stood waiting before the Master. “Welcome, good lady!” said he, “power without the sweetness of soul means little. Pour the gift into the Nectar, so that our disciples may be blessed not only with power, but with the grace of woman-sweet soul.” And the Mother thereupon sweetened the Nectar.
The Blessed Five were as fully-armed soldiers in appearance, with the tresses of each tied in a Knot-of-disciple Dharma gathered not the crown of the head and covered by a graceful turban; and they wore a kind of half-trousers. From within the Master’s tent came out a new incarnation of the disciple, a new face of the Saint-soldier who had accepted death in love. It was a moment of creation whose full fruition requires the lapse of eons.
He stood up; with the sacred Nectar contained in a steel vessel, to give the blessed abundance of God-in-man away. The disciple from Bir-Asan, kneeling on his left knee, looked up to the Master to receive his eternal light. The Master gazed into the eyes of the disciple, and showered on his face the Nectar, calling him aloud with each shower to sing the Mantram composed by the Master for the occasion: “Wah-Guru Ji Ka Khalsa, Sri Wah-guru Ji Ki Fateh.” – “the chosen Ones, the King’s servants, the disciples, the Khalsa, belong to the Glorious Master, all triumph be to His Name! He is Truth and Truth triumphs now.” He did it three times. The knot of Disciple-Dharma, which the Master had just gathered in his own hand, was then anointed by him with the same Nectar. Thenceforward every hair of the disciple's head was filled with his Nectar; every hair was a tongue which was to sing the Song of the Master. Every hair of the disciple is thus sacred for all time. Thus were the Five Beloveds anointed by the Master, and they were asked to drink the Nectar from the same steel cup in deep draughts of brotherly love.
“You are the Sons of Nanak, the Creator’s own, the chosen.
I name ye the Khalsa.
Ye are the disciples of Song, and ye shall be the saviours of man.
Ye shall own no property, but all shall be the Master
Ye shall love man as man, making no distinction of caste or creed.
Ye shall keep forever this flame of life lit for you, unflickering, in deep meditation on the One Deathless Being.
Ye shall bow your heads down to your Master only,
Ye shall never worship stock, stone, idol, or tomb.
Ye shall always pray in the Dhyanam of your Master.
Remember always in times of danger or difficulty the Holy Names of the Masters, Nanak, Angad, Amardas, Ramdas, Arjun Dev, Har Gobind Sahib, Har Rai Sahib, Har Krishan, Tegh Bahadur.
I make ye a Rosary of these names; and ye shall not pray each for himself, but all for the whole Khalsa.
In each of you the whole brotherhood shall be increased.
Ye are my sons, both in flesh and in spirit.”
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