How do we know – what is true and what is false about karmas?

According to the theory of karmas, our past-life karmas determine the sort of family we get reborn in, the sort of life we may lead when we are reborn and what we may achieve or may not achieve in our life – when we are reborn.

Let us have a relook at the theory to get reassured whether any such thing may be factual or fictitious.

The most discomforting thing about the past-life karmas is the fact that we do not know anything about how the past-life karmas manage to remain alive when we die and if they do not die, where do they hide for so long a period that elapses between our death and rebirth.

They can’t play any role unless they do not demise, when we die.

Actually, though we talk so freely about karmas, very few of us may have ever thought about the physics of karmas. 

But it has to be true that they do not die when we die because when it was investigated whether whatever the people, who could have recounted the things related to their past lives, told – was factual or fictitious, it was not found to have been fictitious.   

Such a thing could not have been possible unless memories of the past life should have travelled all along to get interned into their mind at the time of their rebirth.

So we not only clinch a proof of the imperishability of the memories of the past life at the time of our death – this discovery gives us a lead to believe that the “memories of the past life”, themselves, may be treated as “past-life karmas”.

There may no better way to ascertain what role such memories should be playing than picking up some real-life instance such as the following instance that relates to a man whom – one of his known astrologers had visited on some business but while taking leave, left him stunned by telling him that his stars spoke of his not being lucky enough to have sexual satisfaction in his marital life.

He would have rebuffed at it had he not known that this astrologer had established a reputation of making absolutely correct predictions, since long.

Since he knew, none of his predictions was known to have ever gone wrong – he took him by his word.

It so happened that on one or two occasions, his wife refrained from having sex with him when he accosted her to have sex with him which practically made him paralytic about it.

He got so much terrorized in his mind by her refusals when she declined the second time that he thought – it would be too insulting for him if she refused to have sex even when he accosted her the third time.

Obsessed by such apprehension, he ran through a sexual stalemate for as long as almost “thirty years”, at a go.

According to the theory of karmas, such a thing could have happened in his life only if he should have behaved with his wife, in his past life, the same way.

But, the point is – how do we verify any such thing?

And if we can’t verify it – how do we believe in the “theory of karmas”?

Even if we would have evolved a technique of ascertaining what sort of karmas he and his wife must have performed during their past life – it should have been of no help unless he could have also known whether she was the same person whom he must have harassed in his past life.

Actually, it is a wrong conception that his past-life karmas should have been responsible for what should have happened in his life.

What should have happened in his life could have been orchestrated, at the best, by his “stars” – but, not by his “past-life karmas”.

His past-life karmas had nothing to do with what should have happened in his life. 

The past-life karmas orchestrate only the types of deeds someone may perform in his next life – not the type of things that happen in his life.  

The fact is, the past-life karmas do not lend us to predict in the manner the stars lend us to predict – what may happen in our life since we are, all the time, in dark about the type of karmas we must have performed during our past life.

Though we may agree that the way a camera captures a physical object in the form of a “photograph”, our mind captures what we see, what we listen, what we experience and what we think and converts them into what we call “memories”. 

So the fact that so many people should have correctly recounted the particulars of their past life leaves us with proof that we leave our memories behind in the world when we die.

It looks, as though, the way we take a photograph of an object, “memories” of what we see, what we sense, what we eat, what we listen or experience in our lives are also a facsimile of photographs.

If we may not like to call them “memories”, we may as well call them “imageries”.

We may call the ability of our mind to draw such pictures (imageries) of what we see, what we listen or what we experience in our life –“hyperphantasiasm”.

Having come this far – what rigs up in our mind is, “Okay, fine. But who should be capturing the “memories” when we die?”   

A valid question, though – according to Vedic literature, souls capture the memories (karmas) and carry them with them or, perhaps, upload them onto what we may visualize as a “celestial web” – akin to the websites of our internet.

Do you doubt – souls may not be on an internet of their own? I am afraid, name any invention we humans have made – God was the first one to have already made to it.

Do you think we were the first to have developed a GPS system?

Aren’t you surprised – a Nobel Prize has been awarded for discovering that our brain cells, too, have a GPS system of a sort?

If our brain cells may have a GPS system, we can’t rule out the possibility of the souls having an Internet system to upload karmas and download them during reincarnation into our mind – when we are reborn.       

Just as the seeds of trees grow into trees, the memories of the past life also grow into the karmas of our next life.

That is all – the “theory of karmas” is, all about.

It only propounds that the same way as the seeds of a tree can grow into a tree only – not into a bush or a creeper, the “past-life karmas” of a particular genre also bloom into the karmas of the same genre as the genre of our “past-life karmas”.

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