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however； i cant tell you the sutra for moving from one life to another。
there is a reason for it： if one experiments with it just out of curiosity he can go mad； because in doing so； if the memories of the past life e crashing down unexpectedly； it will be difficult to bear them。
once a girl was brought to me。
when i saw her； she was eleven years old。
for no specific reason she had a memory of her three past lives。
this was purely accidental …… just an error on the part of nature。
nature makes a great arrangement。
it buries the layer of your past lives memories； and the layer of this lifes memory starts building over it。
deep down； this layer keeps you disconnected from your previous birth。
some countries …… such as mohammedan or christian countries …… do not believe in reincarnation。
in such countries children are not born with the memory of any past life because the people in those countries are not attuned to that direction。
it is as though we firmly believe there is nothing on the other side of this wall； by and by well stop looking beyond it。
in india； no matter how much disagreement the jainas； the buddhists； the hindus may have among themselves； they agree on one point …… the existence of past lives。
there is no conflict in their belief in reincarnation。
therefore； for thousands of years the mind of this country has been filled with the belief in the possible existence of past lives。
often it unexpectedly happens that if a man dies with a deep feeling to remember that life in the next one； then without his going through any yogic practice or following any meditation technique； he will be able to retain the memory in his next birth。
but that will put him in trouble。
so when the girl was brought to me； she remembered three of her past lives。
her first birth happened in assam； where she had died as a seven…year…old girl。
presently； she could speak as much of the assamese language as a seven…year…old girl can。
she could perform as much assamese dance as a seven…year…old girl can。
but in her current life she was born in madhya pradesh。
she had never been to assam： she had nothing to do with the assamese language。
her second birth happened in madhya pradesh too； in katni。
and there she had died at the age of about sixty。
so that adds up to sixty…seven； plus eleven years of this birth。
when i saw that eleven…year…old girl her eyes； her face looked like that of a seventy…eight…year…old woman。
even at the age of eleven she looked so jaundiced and pale； so worried and troubled； as if she was close to death； because she carried within her an awareness of the sequence of memories spread over seventy…eight years。
she was in great trouble。
the relatives of her past life were my neighbors in jabalpur； they brought her to me。
the girl had recognized all the relatives of her past life from a crowd of thousands。
in that crowd she spotted people from her previous life： her son； daughter…in…law； grandson； and so on …… she recognized all of them。
the house where she lived in her previous life was situated in a village。
her relatives in that life had now moved to jabalpur。
she told them of a treasure buried in the old house …… it was indeed found there。
in her past life she was the elder sister of my next door neighbor。
the man has a scar on his head。
the moment this girl recognized him； the first thing she said was； 〃good lord！ the scar is still on your head！〃
the man asked with a surprise； 〃can you tell me； when did i get this injury？ i certainly dont remember。
〃
the girl said； 〃on the day of your wedding you fell from the marriage horse： the horse reared and you fell down。
〃 the man was about eight or nine years old at the time of his marriage； he couldnt recall。
so inquiries were made in the old village to find out if anyone remembered this incident。
finally； an old woman of the village corroborated the story； although the man himself had no memory of it。
i advised the girls father to do something for her to forget those memories。
i asked him to bring the girl to me so that i could help her forget in a weeks time； otherwise； i said； the girl will be in a lot of trouble。
already she was facing great difficulties。
she couldnt go to school。
how can you enroll a seventy…eight…year…old woman in a school？ she couldnt learn anything …… she already knew too much！ she couldnt play。
there was nothing like a childhood for her。
how can a seventy…eight…year…old woman play？ she looked serious。
she was always nitpicking everyone in the house。
at this age； she was filled with as much bitchiness as a seventy…eight…year…old man or woman is。
so i said that unless that girl was made to forget the past memories； she would go mad。
but the members of her family were enjoying the way she was。
a whole crowd would gather to see her。
people even began offering her coins； coconut； fruits and sweets。
the president of india invited her to delhi。
an invitation came to bring her to america as well。
her family was very happy with all this。
they stopped bringing her to me。
they said； 〃we dont want to help her forget the memories …… its a good thing。
〃
seven years have gone by since i saw her last。
today the girl is mad。
so they came and asked for my help。
i told them； 〃now it is a difficult situation。
you did not agree when it was possible to do something about it。
〃 the girl is totally out of her senses。
she is in a confused state。
she cant figure out which memory belongs to which birth。
she is not sure whether this brother； or this father is from her present life or her past life …… everything is mixed up。
natures arrangement is such that it allows you to carry only as much memory as you can bear。
thats why it is necessary to go through a special discipline before reviving the memories of past lives。
it makes you so capable that nothing ever confuses you。
in fact； the primary condition for going into the memories of previous lives is that one should be able to see the world as nothing more than a dream； a leela； a play。
until this happens；