Let’s delve into the intricate dance of our closest companions: our spouses, partners, and lovers. The question arises: when should we persevere in such unions, and when is it wiser to let go, recognizing the relationship as futile, or worse, detrimental? Additionally, do the threads of our past lives weave their influence into our present connections?
Pause for a moment, and dismiss the allure of the past and the weight of the future. Focus solely on the present, for it is sufficient. Though our relationships may trace back to earlier days, avoid complicating matters with endless retrospection. Seek simplicity.
Accept the undeniable continuum stemming from your past lives, yet refuse to be shackled by it. The future too will unfold, but refrain from dwelling on it. The present moment is all-encompassing; indulge in life’s pleasures like savoring a delectable cake. Eschew thoughts of yesteryears and tomorrows, for they shall tend to themselves.
Life is a continuous flow, seamlessly connecting past encounters – love, hate, friendship, enmity. This procession persists, known or veiled to you, but don’t let it usurp the precious present. Imagine a realm sans history or prophecy; this moment alone is your realm. Craft it as if it’s the entirety of existence, and channel your energies into a love-infused phenomenon at this very juncture.
Inquisitive souls often approach me, yearning for insights into their past lives. Indeed, they’ve existed, yet the past holds little bearing. Why indulge this inquiry? What can be done about bygone days? The past stands immutable, unchangeable, and unreachable. Nature’s wisdom dictates this, sparing us the haunting memories of prior lives, for such knowledge could drive one to the brink of insanity.
Imagine adoring someone deeply, only to realize that they were your mother in a past life. Complexity would ensue. The act of love would carry the weight of guilt, and not loving her would too. Nature, in its sagacity, shields us from these reminiscences, except in rare moments of deep meditation when the gates may open. Yet, sometimes, this mechanism falters. A few children are born who remember, but their lives are often marred.
A poignant example: a girl, thirteen yet bearing the soul of seventy, due to the vivid recall of two past lives. A troubled existence – unable to connect with children, burdened by worries spanning decades. She remembered her two previous families, one in Assam, the other in Madhya Pradesh. A dilemma emerged upon reunion; where should she call home now?
I pleaded with her parents to leave her with me for a few weeks, to aid in the process of forgetting. Her life was becoming a tragic distortion, unable to experience love in the conventional sense. Your age is defined by your memory span; seventy years in her case. She seemed tormented, ill at ease, uneasy with herself. Everything felt awry.
Her parents reveled in the media frenzy, but against my advice, they stopped bringing her to me. Seven years later, they returned, lamenting her descent into madness. I regretfully informed them that little could be done now; only death might offer relief.
You, too, are spared the weight of such memories. In this life alone, confusion is abundant. Recollection of many lives would likely drive you to madness. So, set aside these thoughts, for they are not only burdensome but also irrelevant.
The crux lies in the present, in being here and now, charting your course. If you can navigate it through relationships, marvelous. If not, tread the path of solitude. Two roads lie before you: the path of love, a journey navigated through relationships; and the path of meditation, traversed in isolation. Evaluate which resonates, and channel your entire being towards that chosen path, then forge ahead.
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