Krishna on Karma~A short story

When Lord Krishna returned home after the battle of Mahabharata,Rukmani confronted him“How could you be party to the killing of Guru Drona and Bheeshma, who were such righteous humans and had a lifetime of righteousness behind them.”Initially Lord Krishna avoided her questions but when she did not relent, he replied “No doubt they had a lifetime of rightousness behind them but they both had committed one single sin that destroyed all their lifetime of righteousness”
Rukmani asked “And pray tell,what was that sin?”Lord Krishna replied“They were both present in the court when a lady (Draupadi) was being disrobed and being elders they had the authority to stop it but they did not.This single crime is enough to destroy all righteousness of this world”Rukmani asked “But what about Karna,what was his fault?He was known for his charity.No one went emptyhanded from his doorstep. Why did you have him killed?” 

Lord Krishna said “No doubt Karna was known for his charity.He never said ‘No’ to anyone who asked him for anything.But when Abhimanyu fell after successfully fighting an army of the greatest warriors and lay dying, he asked for water from Karna who stood nearby.There was a puddle of clean water where Karna stood but not wanting to annoy his friend Duryodhan, Karna did not give water to a dying man.In doing so his charity of a lifetime was destroyed.Later in battle,it was the same puddle of water in which the wheel of his chariot got stuck and he was killed.” Understand that your one act of injustice can destroy your whole life of honesty. This story is great example of Karma Theory in relation to a Path towards Prosperity. So,with Awareness,only create your life's Karma account with complete honest righteousness.

~Sathya Sai Baba~ Gem

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Drop the delusion that you have become old or diseased,or that you have become weak and debilitated. Some people begin to count the years and grieve over advancing age and shudder like cowards afraid of death.But remember, elation is heaven, despondency is hell. Have always some work to do, and do it well that you will get joy.
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If things go ill or well

If things go ill or well
If joy rebounding spreads the face,
Or sea of sorrow swells
A play  we each have part,
Each one to weep or laugh as may;
Each one his dress to don
Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.
Thou dream, O blessed dream!
Spread far and near thy veil of haze,
Tone down the lines so sharp,
Make smooth what roughness seems.
No magic but in thee!
Thy touch make desert bloom to life.
Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
Fell death, the sweet release.

 ~Swami Vivekananda~

(Written to Miss Christine Greenstidel from Paris, 14th August 1900.)

Mahavatar Babaji Smriti Divas

Today on 25 th of July is Mahavatar Babaji Smriti Divas.I Deepika Bow 🙏at your feet of omniscient eternity moi Babaji moi Gurudeva !As the initiator of several masters of Yoga, Babaji has infused his realization and cosmic knowledge into many of the great spiritual traditions.He is also known to conduct personally special ceremonies involving mantras into the earth sphere for the purpose of quickening planetary evolution.If you say his name right now with love you will feel a blessing in your heart!Om Kriya Babaji Namah Om 🙏

“Lahiri,you have come!”

“Lahiri, you have come!”
Told by Lahiri Mahasaya in Autobiography of a Yogi.
“My first meeting with Babaji took place in my thirty-third year,” Lahiri Mahasaya had said. “In the autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur as a government accountant in the Military Engineering Department. One morning the office manager summoned me.‘Lahiri,’ he said, ‘a telegram has just come from our main office. You are to be transferred to Ranikhet, where an army post is now being established.’
“With one servant, I set out on the 500-mile trip. Traveling by horse and buggy, we arrived in thirty days at the Himalayan site of Ranikhet.“My office duties were not onerous; I was able to spend many hours roaming in the magnificent hills. A rumor reached me that great saints blessed the region with their presence; I felt a strong desire to see them. During a ramble one early afternoon,I was astounded to hear a distant voice calling my name.I continued my vigorous upward climb on Drongiri Mountain.A slight uneasiness beset me at the thought that I might not be able to retrace my steps before darkness had descended over the jungle.“I finally reached a small clearing whose sides were dotted with caves.On one of the rocky ledges stood a smiling young man, extending his hand in welcome.I noticed with astonishment that, except for his copper-colored hair, he bore a remarkable resemblance to myself.‘Lahiri,you have come!’ The saint addressed me affectionately in Hindi.‘Rest here in this cave.It was I who called you.“I entered a neat little grotto which contained several woolen blankets and afew kamandulus(begging bowls).‘Lahiri, do you remember that seat?’The yogi pointed to a folded blanket in one corner.
“No, sir.’Somewhat dazed at the strangeness of my adventure,I added,‘I must leave now, before nightfall.I have business in the morning at my office."The mysterious saint replied in English, ‘The office was brought for you,and not you for the office “I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic should not only speak English but also paraphrase the words of Christ.‘I see my telegram took effect.’The yogi’s remark was incomprehensible to me,I inquired his meaning.‘I refer to the telegram that summoned you to these isolated parts. It was I who silently suggested to the mind of your superior officer that you be transferred to Ranikhet.When one feels his unity with mankind, all minds become transmitting stations through which he can work at will.’He added gently, ‘Lahiri, surely this cave seems familiar to you?’As I maintained a bewildered silence, the saint approached and struck me gently on the forehead. At his magnetic touch, a wondrous current swept through my brain,releasing the sweet seed memories of my previous life.‘I remember!’ My voice was half-choked with joyous sobs. ‘You are my guru Babaji, who has belonged to me always! Scenes of the past arise vividly in my mind,here in this cave I spent many years of my last incarnation!’As ineffable recollections overwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced my master’s feet. ‘For more than three decades I have waited for you here—waited for you to return to me!’ Babaji’s voice rang with celestial love. ‘You slipped away and vanished into the tumultuous waves of the life beyond death.The magic wand of your karma touched you, and you were gone! Though you lost sight of me, never did I lose sight of you! I pursued you over the luminescent astral sea where the glorious angels sail. Through gloom, storm,upheaval and light I followed you, like a mother bird guarding her young. As you lived out your human term of womb-life,and emerged a babe,my eye was ever on you. When you covered your tiny form in the lotus posture under the Nadia sands in your childhood,I was invisibly present! Patiently, month after month,year after year,I have watched over you, waiting for this perfect day.Now you are with me! Lo, here is your cave, loved of yore! I have kept it ever clean and ready for you.Here is your hallowed asana-blanket,where you daily sat to fill your expanding heart with God! Behold there your bowl, from which you often drank the nectar prepared by me! See how I have kept the brass cup brightly polished, that you might drink again therefrom! My own, do you now understand?’‘My guru, what can I say?’I murmured brokenly.‘Where has one ever heard of such deathless love?’I gazed long and ecstatically on my eternal treasure, my guru in life and death.

Why, After Death, the Ordinary Man Forgets His Former Life

Unnatural death, and death in a state of bodily attachment, are not only painful, they also obscure memory. Of course, unless one is spiritually advanced, it is not always desirable to remember one's former life. The after-death oblivion of one's previous identity allows him to forget his past consciousness of failure, pain, and attachments, and to begin life anew. The only disadvantage is that if he has not learned from past wrong actions, he may repeat those experiences, ignoring the warning of their consequences-just as the inveterate alcoholic continues to drink the infernal liquid, even with the conscious knowledge of probable death from liver damage.

Though the pure consciousness of the soul maintains a continuity of remembrance from one life to another, the body identified consciousness does not. The fact is, memory after death cannot survive under the following conditions;
(a) if there is attachment to the body;
(b) if there is attachment for past possessions, family, or friends;
(c) if there is a strong entanglement in bad karma, and if one has not risen above the effects of both good and bad actions.

If, as in (a) and (b), the newborn soul remembered and was attached to its previous body, possessions, family, or friends, imagine the agony and frustration the soul would feel in a new incarnation! It would not like to begin a different life amidst a new environment, a new family, and new friends. The soul is a brother to all-to all mankind. Imagine how narrow it would become if it loved only one small circle of human beings. It would not expand, and it wouldn't let those other souls expand, to reach the ultimate goal of unity. We must realize this oneness of our soul with all souls in the unity of the one Spirit, and it is impossible to do so unless the soul expands its sphere of family and friends to include all.

In the case of (c) above, the soul would be extremely discouraged, remembering past bad karma, struggles, and suffering, and wouldn't have the will to make new effort to progress. It would forget its transcendent nature. At the conclusion of each lifetime, death washes away all dark impressions, memories of failures and sins, and prejudiced conceptions, so that the soul can begin afresh to express itself in newer ways and make newer efforts to rise above and free itself from matter.

Sri Paramahansa Yogananda
(Self-Realization Magazine Fall 1982)