Though Bhai Sarwan Singh was of dark complexion, yet his Nam- imbued glowing face would radiate golden hue always. That is how I came to name him “The Golden Bhai Sarwan Singh”. He is other than Bhai Sarwan Singh of village Phalewal, whose original whereabouts are unknown. It is as if he appeared suddenly from nowhere to join Jatha just before my imprisonment. Soon after he got Baptised and attained the sublime spirituality instantly.  He knew nothing of the Gurmukhi script nor could recite a single Gurbani Shabad from memory. He was totally illiterate and yet, like it is said in Gurbani:

ਜੋ ਪ੍ਰਾਣੀ ਗੋਵਿੰਦੁ ਧਿਆਵੈ ॥ ਪੜਿਆ ਅਣਪੜਿਆ ਪਰਮ ਗਤਿ ਪਾਵੈ ॥ ੧ ॥

ਗਉੜੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ [੧੯੭]

The mortal who contemplates of the Lord,
attains spirituality sublime whether literate or illiterate.

Gauri M:5 [197]

He had access to great depths of Gurmat awareness. He was verily the personification of service. He was in his early youth without any signs of beard. He remained engrossed in service day and night. He was gifted in Nam-Simran, reciting Nam with every breath endlessly. During Akhand Pathh and Akhand Kirtan Samagams he offered for all kinds of service, selfless service. He would prepare langar for the entire congregation, no matter how large the numbers. He served all with his own hands in every way, including cleaning of utensils (that he would not share with anyone). He would keep the iron utensils of Sarb Loh in shining state of cleanliness. He would carry the sack of utensils on his head to every Samagam. He would sling over the shoulders the musical instruments of harmonium and tabla and yet carry more on his shoulders.  In short, he tried to carry almost everything as far as possible.  In accordance with his humble request langar was kept adjacent to the Akhand Pathh recitation. He was very keen on both listening to Akhand Pathhs and serving in the langar.
 
This kept on for years and his high spiritual state and access to the sublime remained secret except for the few close associates. His continuous selfless service with extreme humility bore the fruit on its own of deeply steeped love of Divine-Nam, surpassing even the accomplished ascetic spiritualists.  He started envisioning the invisible and futuristic events. At all times whether sitting, standing or walking, he was engrossed in the practice of Nam-Simran. He never would showoff nor would anyone praise him and nor did he seek it. He would make provisions for bathing of all Singhs at 2.00A.M and then take bath himself. Sitting aloof in a cover and unknown to others, he would listen to Nitnem recitation along with Nam-Simran practice. This was his routine. I never saw him sleeping, nor in any undesirable company. He was always in the midst of holy Sangat. His only occupation was Nam and Seva. During Akhand Pathh Samagams he remained in langar throughout the Seva. His body thus remained engaged in service in Langar and consciously he would listen to Akhand Pathh. After the service, he would sit among the listeners of Akhand Pathh in a most inconspicuous way. He generally appeared to be a carefree and impulsive Sikh. Jewellers alone know the worth of jewels and precious stones. Everybody is not given to such awareness. His selfless service enabled him to soar in spirit and finally brought him the occult powers. However he never prided in his occult powers nor anyone knew about this. Even I remained unaware of these secrets.

Accidently this secret was revealed one day.  The Jatha made preparations to proceed to a village via Nabha to join Akhand Pathh Samagam at the house of a Gurmukh. It was the summer period of May-June. The Golden Vir, Bhai Sarwan Singh was also among the Jatha. While I was my tying turban, he sat on a cot and started dozing. He used to sleep briefly even while walking. In a brief period of 5 to 10 minutes, he got up with a start uttering ‘WAHEGURU, WAHEGURU’. Noticing anxiety and worry on his face, I asked him whether he had seen any queer events in his dream. He innocently replied, “What to say Sir! I saw that Akhand Pathh is being recited at a place and I am serving in the langar. Meantime a Pathhi is heading for the langar. I reckoned it to be you. On the way a dog bit his leg. Such was the wound the blood streamed with great flow. I hit the dog with a piece of wood to stop his bite. Seeing this horror I woke up. I felt as if this was a real happening.” Soon after we started on our way. The entire Jatha went walking. The village was at about 10 miles from Nabha. Soon after reaching the village, we started preparing for the Akhand Pathh. There was Akhand Kirtan during the early ambrosial hours and the Pathh commenced after that. I started reciting Pathh. When I was relieved by another Pathhi, I was asked to partake something from the langar. I was still under the intoxicating influence of Gurbani. With half-closed eyes enjoying contemplation of Nam, I was walking wearing wooden sandals. Just close to the langar was a pillar and behind that was a dog sitting. I was unaware of the dog and accidently stepped on his forepaw. The dog caught my ankle in his jaws. So severe was the bite that blood came out in streams. Bhai Sarwan Singh was preparing the langar and sitting near the hearth. He got up and hit the dog with a piece of wood to free me from (the dog) him. Strangely I never felt any pain and despite the blood flowing, I was shouting happily, ”Singh’s dream has come true. How Wonderful! What a fulfilment of the forecast event!!” I was remembering Bhai Sarwan Singh’s narration of the queer event and so I burst out with his secret.  However Bhai Sarwan Singh had forgotten all about it. I was asked by Singhs of the Jatha about the dream and what was the astonishing fulfilment. I replied that there was nothing to describe here. It warranted privacy. The Singhs took me for bandage of the wound and now that we were away from the scene, they insisted on the information. In the absence of Bhai Sarwan Singh I explained about his envisioning the event in detail just as it occurred in reality. I also stressed not to discuss this with the Golden Vir, so that he enjoys his innocence in obscurity and away from public glare. It caught wind and everybody in the Jatha came to know of it. Suddenly there was a new respect for him in all hearts, yet none mentioned about his occult power and envisioning the event in advance. This is the uniqueness of the House of Guru that people enjoying sublime state of spirituality, envisioning the invisible, are able to control the uncontrollable power. This comes naturally to the Gursikhs, who make no show of it nor bloat with ego.  Seeing the carefree and enthusiastic Vir Sarwan Singh, dedicated to Nam and service, none could imagine his high spirituality. The ease of equipoise is seen only among the free and humble Gurmukh Sikhs of the Guru. It is enough to demonstrate this event pertaining to this Vir, who can fathom the hidden secrets of the inconspicuous spiritual beings.

After sometime I was whisked away to the jail, leaving behind such beloveds of the Guru. I never knew where they scattered to and where the Golden Bhai Sarwan Singh went! I have a feeling that he must have left for Abode-Divine or else he would certainly have come to see me. I know nothing from where he had come. I am left with his narrated memory. So here I end it!