Pranam i can appreciate an exciter who thought he knew it; may be he read or heard Katha Upanishad Nachiketan dialogue. But his reply dialogues is neither upanishadic nor that of the voice of the GOD. I had written these dialogues in this forum long ago. However I have attached the erudite Sivananda ashram write up extracted 52 pages word doc which may be read when time permits. KR IRS 22322
On Tue, 22 Mar 2022 at 09:50, Rangarajan T.N.C. <[email protected]> wrote: > [image: www.galactanet.com]galactanet.comThe Egg > Send to Kindle > > *Author's Note: The Egg is also available in the following languages:* > > *The Egg* > > By: Andy Weir > > You were on your way home when you died. > > It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal > nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless > death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body > was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. > > And that’s when you met me. > > “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” > > “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. > > “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” > > “Yup,” I said. > > “I… I died?” > > “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. > > You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this > place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” > > “More or less,” I said. > > “Are you god?” You asked. > > “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” > > “My kids… my wife,” you said. > > “What about them?” > > “Will they be all right?” > > “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern > is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” > > You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just > looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, > maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. > > “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as > perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your > wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, > your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very > guilty for feeling relieved.” > > “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or > something?” > > “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” > > “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,” > > “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” > > You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” > > “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” > > “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a > blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in > this life won’t matter.” > > “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences > of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” > > I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more > magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human > mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking > your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny > part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve > gained all the experiences it had. > > “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched > out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out > here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no > point to doing that between each life.” > > “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” > > “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This > time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.” > > “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” > > “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your > universe. Things are different where I come from.” > > “Where you come from?” You said. > > “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there > are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but > honestly you wouldn’t understand.” > > “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to > other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.” > > “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own > lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” > > “So what’s the point of it all?” > > “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of > life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” > > “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted. > > I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this > whole universe, is for you to mature.” > > “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” > > “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you > grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” > > “Just me? What about everyone else?” > > “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and > me.” > > You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” > > “All you. Different incarnations of you.” > > “Wait. I’m *everyone*!?” > > “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. > > “I’m every human being who ever lived?” > > “Or who will ever live, yes.” > > “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” > > “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added. > > “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. > > “And you’re the millions he killed.” > > “I’m Jesus?” > > “And you’re everyone who followed him.” > > You fell silent. > > “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing > yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every > happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, > experienced by you.” > > You thought for a long time. > > “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” > > “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. > You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” > > “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” > > “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived > every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be > born.” > > “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…” > > “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” > > And I sent you on your way. > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. 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