Atmatatva Vichar Or Philosophy Of Soul

SR No.: 023322
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Vijaylakshmansuri, Ghanshyam Joshi, Kirtivijay Gani
Publisher: Mohanlal D Mehta
Publication Year: 1963
Total Pages: 568
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 39 MB

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PHILOSOPHY OF SOUL
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our buffaloes. I brought them up with great love. Moreover, on Shraddha day as observed by our family, sacrifice a young buffalo. Don't forget."
With these words the father expired. The cravings entertained at last moments of life establish man's course of life after death. Thus, after death he was born as a he-buffalo in his own shebuffalo.
course of life after death.
Sometime after, Maheshvardatt's mother also died crying, “My house, my family, my world, my fame!” After death she was born as a bitch and stayed loitering near the house of Maheshvaradatta.
Funeral obsequies were over. The caste dinner was over. Maheshvaradatt's reputation swelled and the worldly affairs proceeded ahead.
Maheshvaradatt's wife was beautiful, clever in domestic works but was debauch in character. This vice suppresses all virtues as an iota of salt spoils a pan full of milk. That milk is useless has no purpose. Her sensuality found no scope when her father-inlaw and mother-in-law existed, but now they were no more and Maheshvaradatta also moved out for business. She indulged in sensual affairs with one fellow.
But sin some day is bound to find light. Some day due to work Maheshvaradatta had to return home abruptly. He found the doors of his house closed from within. He doubted and peeped through the cracks. He saw some man. Even an animal cannot but be enraged on seeing his mate in communion with other animal. How can a man connive at it ? He shouted, "Gangila open the doors!”
Hearing the shouts she was very much nervous. She thought of concealing her paramour, but there was no such place where she could conceal him. Helpless as she was, she opened the doors and stood terrified and trembling like Pippla leaf wafted by wind.
Maheshvaradatta entered the room, caught his wife's paramour by neck and began to belabour him. He was hammered severely in the abdomen and killed. The deceased while dying reflected, "I reap the rewards of my own acts. It is no use being enraged with any one." This noble thought conceived at the time of death