Abhimanyu’s womb training. Proof of Garbh Sanskaar

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Abhimanyu heard words, he absorbed them, he remembered them forever.

Abhimanyu heard them in-utero, within Subhadra’s womb.

Was Vyas bluffing in his narration of Mahabharata? How can a formative mass of cells retain memory?

VYAS was NOT bluffing – Vyas was (as many other Indian thinkers) just miles and miles ahead of his times.

Research has now discovered, acknowledged and put into practice the knowledge that VYAS already possessed 5000 years ago in Mahabharata.

Abhimanyu:

Son of Arjun and nephew of Krishn. This illustrious warrior lived a mere 16 years on Earth, but remains an icon of courage.

As per Mahabharata, he listened to Krishn (in some version, Arjun’s) description of Chakravyuh – a military formation as narrated to his mother Subhadra. However, as Subhadra dozed off halfway, he could only hear the secret to enter Chakravyuh, but not way out of it.

On day 13 of Kurukshetra war, Abhimanyu muscled his way into the dreaded Chakravyuh, but was entrapped within. He fought relentlessly, using every weapon he possessed – even using his chariot wheel to launch an attack. Ultimately, he faced a tragic end, being pulverised to death as he lay unconscious with fatigue.

Womb as Mother-child nexus

The womb is a protective shell, the placenta allows a mixture of mother and baby blood. The direct vibrations from diaphragm (it vibrates when mother speaks) amplify sound and relay it to fetus. Thus, words spoken by parents are heard by baby.

Garbh sanskaar or ‘womb training’ relates to this phenomenon, whereby the mother’s emotions, desires, knowledge and behavioral traits get relayed across to baby and affect the baby’s overall development.

What are positive benefits to baby?

1] LANGUAGE: Newborns can actually tell the difference between their mother’s NATIVE tongue and FOREIGN languages.

“The brains do not wait for birth to start absorbing information,” says study author Patricia K. Kuhl, PhD, University of Washington in Seattle. Her findings appear in the journal Acta Paediatrica.

2] Positive effects on fetal BRAIN DEVELOPMENT.

3] Reduces STRESS levels during pregnancy (Yes, even babies can have stress!)

4] Improves baby’s sleeping habits

5] Provides a wonderful BONDING opportunity in utero.

6] Music appreciation increases.

Indian doctors now recommend recitation of Bhagwad Gita, Gayatri Mantra and Classical music to all pregnant mothers.

All Indians should be mighty proud of Vyas’s amazing foresight.

Does your gynecologist/ pediatrician encourage conversations between a pregnant woman and her baby?

Do you believe Mythology is a Reality –  a History?

Krishna, the miracle-Part II

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budgie, death, Emotions, love, mother, parents, pet

He did not survive. I did. I survived his death.

Little Krishna taught me a lot in his short sunshine existence.

1.No matter how much I tried to escape motherhood and its webs, being a pet-owner was a trap. I could not escape the tenderness, the protective clutch, the anxiety as the clock approached 5pm-seed- feed time, the flight of the mind in the midst of a busy day to envision his tottering delight at my arrival. Owning a pet is exactly like bearing a child.

2. How to stand your ground in the face of intimidation (from his own parents, no less).

3.How crystal clear animals are in their survival-of-fittest rules, as opposed to humans. Sultana did not protect her son, did not mollycoddle him.Would a human being be allowed to do the same, without facing censure and derision?

Ayn Rand says we are the only species who tries to numb and dumb children’s minds, try our best to evade their questions , try to smother their intellect. In effect, we try to dampen the mind, our strongest survival instinct that separates us from animals. Animals seem merciless, but their little ones become self-reliant much sooner than ours.

so is a human being a step-up or step-down the ladder of existence?

Krishna: my miracle-Part I

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atheist, Budgies, handicapped, hope, love, miracle, mother, pets

Little Miracle

Motivator

I became a grandmother when Krishna flew into my life.

I had cleaned the cage that housed his shell-cocoon , daily braving the fiercely protective beak of Mom Sultana. Then I listened in glee, 3 weeks later to the tiny chirp announcing his emergence from that shell.

He and elder Bro peered tentatively from their abode at me. Elder Balram dared to venture out first. Hop, skip, whirr and there he was…a perfect olive green dream.

Balram survived only two days! He simply refused to feed himself, waiting for Sultana to feed him as she did in the cage. Sultana resolutely refused to indulge him.

Balram had better plans in mind. He was a motivator. He would invest his precious little time on Earth to disappear into the cage , where little Bro Krishna still hid shyly. Or so I thought.

Balram would prod him, nudge him, repeatedly, till one day, Krishna poised on the edge, ready for his first take-off. It landed badly. Hop, skip and plop! Then I realized he wasn’t being shy.

My Krishna was handicapped!

A lovely powder sky blue, Krishna had a limp, straggly feathers, overgrown beak and gnarled claws. He waddled across with speed when he sensed his fav Kang seeds approaching. I wondered why he spent so many hours eating and still remained so thin; until I realized his overgrown beak made every bite a Herculean task.

He couldn’t perch on the bowl edge, so I got him low plates. Now he sat inside the dish to eat! One horrific day, I discovered him struggling out from the old water bowl, drenched and chattering because he aimed too high and fell in. His waterbowl too now became a plate.

yet, Krishna was a fighter. He scared away Papa Alexander(my vain conqueror) with indignant yelps. My Vet Shivani tried every remedy…vitamins, growth boosters, calcium. Krishna refused to heal, refused to bloom, refused to grow sturdy.

“He wont last long” she warned me at every visit. But he did.

Every morning was a nightmare for me. I thought I did not believe in God; but I still prayed every morn before I opened his cage drapes, hoping to find him alive. Every morning his hungry chirp demanded breakfast, his bright eyes met my tremulous gaze, his gnarled limp did not prevent him being the first at the food bowl.

Shivani shook her head, mystified. “I have no idea how he has survived so far. This is  a miracle.”

Every day, the atheist in me genuflected before Hope.

Until…to b continued.