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cat. Thus the remedy could not be put into practice and the mice lived in the state of constant fear as before. We also are in the similar state of the mice when we realize that the karmas hamper our spiritual progress. We become very zealous to eradicate the Karmas. But when we have to make endeavour for eradication of these Karmas then we are freezed to passivity. Thus the karmic bonds continue their stay and our miseries never terminate. When you find a man's conduct evil and unholy, you tell him not to come to your house, still if he comes, you scold him and warn him to leave the house immediately. If he does not leave, you prepare yourself to fight. You pull up and even turn him out with a neck catch, but the karmas are very evil, unholy and wretched still you do not behave towards them as you do with the unwanted man. You invite them and let them lie in your house at ease. Then you repent when karmas fully prove their wickedness and you lament : “Alas, the Karmas reduced me to pitiable condition". But it becomes too late. You must think well before giving shelter to the evil person. A louse did not think in these terms and it had to suffer a lot.
A LOUSE ON GIVING RESORT TO THE EVIL FELLOW
A louse fixed up her residence in a stiched cavity of a moonlit white bed sheet on the couch of a royal palace. When the king slept, the louse silently crept out to suck the blood of the king and then returned to her residence. The king usually enjoyed delicious dishes and his blood was sweet indeed! The louse was very happy to regularly sip the royal and rich blood.
Now one day a bug arrived and solicited with the louse for shelter. He said : "I have no shelter sister, let me stay with you for a night and I shall not forget your obligation. Next day I shall go elsewhere". The louse replied: "I don't mind affording you with shelter, but you are very mischievous by nature". He replied: "You are right but I promise not to make any mischief. I know to judge the times. Do not worry at all”.
The louse was good enough to rely on the bug's words and accorded him shelter. The bug concealed himself in the cavity of the stich of the bedsheet. It was night and the king stretched himself on the couch. The bug grew very impatient on smelling
