Sunday, January 8, 2012

THE FORCE YOU HAVE NO CONTROL

THE FORCE YOU HAVE NO CONTROL

 

Baba said, "The force of his karma has driven him here." – Sri Sai Satcharitra, Ch.  36.

 

Ramesh was playing cricket. Suddenly the ball hit him on the back of his head. His head reeled. Everything went dark. He fell down in a deathly swoon. He was immediately taken to the hospital and after undergoing various operations and injections, he was brought back to consciousness.


He asked for some-thing to eat. He cried looking with great fright upon the things around him. He began to question the people around him "Who are you?" "What is this?" The nurses realised that he had lost his mind.


He had forgotten all his relatives; he was not able to tell whose son he was. The elderly nurse who brought him back to consciousness played the part of his mother. She adopted him as her son. The man believed that she was his real mother. He cultivated new friendships and made new friends.


Hardly a year had elapsed before he was irresistibly drawn to the cricket field again. He played as good as he used to previously, though he could not recognize any of his old playmates. People marvelled at this strange transformation of the young man.


Like Ramesh who played cricket, man plays the game of life on this earth-plane. Death seizes him. Everything turns black around him. He loses consciousness. Messengers from the other world take him away; and cut him and torture him for the various sins he has committed while on earth. His consciousness is slowly revived on the earth-plane once again when a mother gives birth to him. He cries at the very sight of the strange things around him..


As he grows more and more conscious of the world, he begins questioning, "Who is this? What is this?" He has forgotten his real father and mother-God. The lady who gave him birth here says: "I am your mother." He accepts her as such. Then he develops a new set of relatives and friends.


But very soon he begins to play the same old game of life, as he used to, irresistibly drawn by the previous life's Samskaras. Wise men marvel at this mystery of transmigration. Though the memory of his past birth is lost, the Samskaras and Vasanas are not lost. They lead him onward.




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