CID Episode

What have you been working on?

I have been a seeker seeking an answer as to why everything in this life happens the way it has to happen. Why is this life I am faced with too many challenges and adversities at the same time? Why can’t it be just pleasantness, joy, and not the other way around?

I watched this India CID episode about why children of a well-to-do family leave their parents in an old-age home.

The episode revealed that these children, whom their parents had taken care of and given their entire lives to, were raised so they could do their best and live better lives. Parents are considered Bhagwan, as they are the creators of life — a being born out of the mother’s womb, from their union of lust or ecstasy. They create a child from her stomach.

The kids grew up and, one by one, left their nest to earn a living, to grow the next lineage, and to have families of their own. Though it may seem the right thing to do, what about the parents who once gave birth from their womb out of love and longing? What happens to them? The kids who cannot take care of their parents are often victims of the outside world, molded by a society filled with ignorance. They start believing that by being ignorant and escaping their constraints, they can justify leaving their parents in old-age homes.

These grown children, now parents themselves, begin to fear that their own kids will do the same to them one day. They try to keep themselves mentally, physically, and emotionally strong, appearing capable of managing without help — just to prove to their grown-up children that they can survive on their own. And so, the cycle continues. The third generation becomes even more cautious, and by the fourth and fifth generations, life becomes harder still.

In the fourth generation, parents save money for their children, hoping the savings will help sustain the next lineage. Times have changed so much. Through reading, studying, and applying the Bhagavad Gita scriptures to my own life, I realized that all the Kurukshetra wars are my own creation — the lessons of trial and error that lead me to enlightenment. Every Kurukshetra in my life was planned long before I was born: the parents I have, the relatives and relationships I experience, all are lessons meant to break my limitations and lead me toward the divine above me.

I must receive more lessons, for I am on the right track toward liberation.

My father now lives with dementia. He cannot feel anything or connect with people anymore. His safety in the home is to prevent harm — because his freedom once meddled in other people’s poison, and he did not know how to come out of it. His lifesaver was his wife, and only she knows how to rise above it all, for she too is an enlightened one. But he still doesn’t realize this, even now as he lies motionless on the bed. When will he realize?

He often haunts my telepathy, calling me to bring him home. I was distraught over this loss, thinking I didn’t do enough, didn’t earn enough. The stories I create are my way of healing myself — pouring all my love and energy into writing, to keep others in their own world of understanding.

I must break all my limitations and create new memories — images of improvement after improvement. To me, the path forward is to create clarification, awareness, and balance in life. That is the ultimate guide.