Born again and again

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If a dress develops a tear, it may be possible to repair it sometimes or discard it all together if the damage is too big to fix. In any case it shall get worn out with use and have to be replaced eventually.

Our physical bodies too are like clothing. They are clothing for our souls. Because an infinitely more intelligent maker has designed this dress, it has some inbuilt self-repair mechanisms. However, it too gets worn out with age. In a matter of some days or decades, its maker shall change it just as He has been done for all other souls that were ever born. The soul within does not die. It acquires a new body so that we are born again and again and again, except the few who return to the infinite source from which our soul and all others souls emerged to begin with.

In this journey of lifetimes happening to all of us, over and over again, we are thrown together again and again with the same souls with which we have emotional connections, in their new bodies, those we have loved and those we hated even though most do not recall the past connection. Better it is to love than hate so that we do not have to live with those who hate us.

In this journey of lifetimes happening to all of us, over and over again, we are thrown together again and again with others we served or exploited in our journey even though most do not recall the pass connection. Better it is to serve than exploit so that we do not have to live with those who exploit us.

Better it is to love and serve than hate and hurt, for all things shall be brought into judgment with every secret thing even those hidden in the darkest corners of minds and hearts. As you sow so shall you reap.

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