Whispers, not sunshine, are what I remember from my youngest years. There was a medley of secrets and echoes going on around me. They filled my small world with the colours of my past and future lives. This is my story, which is based on karma, dharma, and rebirth. It was told to me from the comfort of my mother’s belly, and the Garbha Upanishad was my quiet guide.
I knew I wasn’t alone before I even took my first breath. Soft as a butterfly wing, the words told me about bills I had not yet paid and good deeds I had done. They talked about the karma threads that had brought me to this particular home of flesh and bone. They weren’t critical; instead, they led me to my fate like the sound of a river.
I learned about dharma, which is the holy task that is built into my very being. It wasn’t a strict set of rules, but rather a guide that helped me find my greatest purpose and add my own unique note to the big music of life. The whispers told me about skills that haven’t fully developed yet and tasks I need to face to become the best version of myself.
Though the whispers about rebirth might have been the most interesting. They talked about lives lived and lessons learned, old bodies being shed and new bodies being born, each birth a stroke on the painting of forever. I had a flash of recognition, a feeling of déjà vu. It was like my soul had danced this cosmic ballet before, leaving marks in the sands of time.
The whispers also showed bits and pieces of the outside world, which was full of both beauty and pain. Through my choices and the karma seeds I could plant in every thought and action, I learned how my fate was shaped. The words turned into a soft choir that told me to be careful, to grow kindness and knowledge, and to use my dharma as a light to show others the way.
I didn’t just passively wait while I was in the womb; it was a furnace where I sharpened my senses, learned to be still, and received the knowledge of the world. Every time my mom breathed, her heart beat to a universal rhythm, and each beat was a whisper of prana, the life force that holds everything together.
The words weren’t just from other people; they sounded inside me and made me understand the dance of life’s cycles. I felt both the pull of gravity, which led me to earthly events and the pull of the divine, which told me to remember that I am a spark of the timeless.
Thoughts that told me to get ready for the big reveal, the moment of birth, became clearer as the days got longer. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I knew that leaving the safety of my mother’s belly would be a big step into the unknown. But the whispers also told me that my life would have value and that I would have the chance to achieve my duty and add to the story of existence as it unfolds.
So, here I am, right on the edge of giving birth, my heart full of a strange mix of fear and joy. The rumours have stopped, and now there is the hope of a new day. But the lessons of karma, dharma, and rebirth are still etched in my soul. They help me find my way in the world.
My story is just starting, but I carry the knowledge of the Garbha Upanishad with me, like a secret plan written in the words of my life before I was born. Every step I take will be like a pebble in the vast ocean of fate, changing not only my own path but also the paths of those around me. I’m ready to paint my own bright stroke on the painting of life. I welcome the unknown with open arms and a heart full of thanks.