My past life regression experience: Why was I born on the 15th of August?

Since my early school days, I participated in the Independence day parade, and often wondered why my birthday fell on this day and not any other day?

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Each year, I would try harder to find the answer until one day, when my mother shared something with me, which further fueled my quest. She told me that, when she was pregnant with me, she secretly wished that her first child be born on the 15th of August. Despite the doctors giving her the due date around the end of August to early September..!

This revelation only added more to my dilemma in finding answers. As years passed by, I discovered yet another thing in my life which came so strong yet naturally. My love for Sikhism. I was very much attracted towards it and felt as if I had a deeper connection to Sikhism. 

I remember my first encounter with Sikhism happened when I was around 3-4 years old, when my grandparents had a Sikh family as their tenant. Who stayed on the first floor of my grandparents' house for about a year or so. The elderly Sikh couple had a young son nicknamed Guddu. I used to address him as 'Guddu Mama'. He would often play with me and take me to his house where his mother would make me join hands and bow down to Shri Guru Nanak devji's photo. I never knew this experience would become an extremely prominent part of my lifetime. 

As I was growing up, yet another event happened which further fueled my aspirations. The release of the movie 'Border', where actor Sunny Deol plays a Sikh Army Officer. That film has been etched in my memory forever. I now wanted to be an Army officer, along with pursuing to find answers to my questions.

Many years later in my life, I happened to meet a Sikh Army cadet by chance, whose first impression on me was not that good, but every time I looked into his eyes, they said a story that felt as if it lasted across lifetimes. The pull towards him was of a different kind.

A few years after being in a relationship, we got married. Our marriage wasn't all happy. It became suffocating after a few years and a decade later, we decided to part our ways. My divorce with him made me question all the events that had happened in my life so far. In my journey to self discovery, I turned inwards and walked the path of spirituality. With the help of a lot of inner work and meditation, I was able to pull myself together.  The quest to find answers was still on. I felt as if it all had something to do with my previous lifetimes. I enrolled myself for a Past Life Regression Therapist course with one of India's well known Past Life Regression therapist, Dr. Truptii Jayin.

Once during the training, I went into regression and..... I saw my immediate past life..!!

I saw myself as a young Sikh man, hiding in a train which was coming from Pakistan to India during the partition. There were dead bodies all around me inside the coach. I was injured and had bruises. I was bleeding, I was hungry, I was feeling weak. My entire family was killed during the riot that broke during the partition. We left our house for the railway station together, but we got separated on the station where the rioters killed them. I somehow managed to get inside the train and sat in the corner hiding behind dead bodies. Sometime later, I saw there were three more people alive and hiding themselves in the other corner. I felt a strange kind of relief upon seeing them alive. 

Just then, I heard noises.. Of horsemen.. riding along the train.. searching and shooting anyone alive. I saw that one horseman was trying to get inside the train. I was a kind of man who had never even hurt anyone unknowingly in that lifetime, now my only aim was to save myself and other fellow passengers who were alive. 

Just as the horseman managed to barge into the train coach with his rifle, I don't know from where I got the strength and courage, that I jumped in front of him and we had a hand fight. The man was tall and muscular compared to me, I would not last long in the fight, I decide to push him out of the train. I manage to drag him to the door and push him. His rifle falls inside the coach. I immediately grab the rifle and hang it on my shoulder. After a while, my arm starts paining because of the weight of the rifle. 

By the time we reached India, I was exhausted. When the train stopped at the Attari station, I saw people running here and there looking for their loved ones. Searching for someone alive. The authorities and other people lay the dead bodies on the platform and later took them for cremation. I volunteered in cremating hundreds of unknown dead bodies. 

My pain transformed into anger. I held only one man responsible for this gruesome partition. M K Gandhi. I just wanted to kill him.. Sometime later, I saw myself riding in a cart, on my way to Delhi.. Because that's where Gandhi was. I was determined to take revenge and kill him. Few months later, I manage to procure a pistol. I read in the newspaper that Gandhi was back in Delhi. I left my house with an aim to finish Gandhi. 

On my way, I came across a big Gurudwara. Upon reaching the Gurudwara's entrance, something in me changed. I felt I was never a man who could hurt anyone, how can  I even think of killing someone? I am a Guru's Sikh, I can never do anything against the teaching of my Gurus. I cried. I cried a lot and mustered courage to go inside the Gurudwara, where I see a 'Pathi' sitting and praying. I put my pistol in his lap and ask him to tie a white turban on my head. He follows. 

After that day, I devoted my life in serving the destitute, orphans, abandoned people and anyone who came knocking my door for food and shelter. 

My dying wish in that past lifetime was that, "Is chulhe ki aag kabhi bujhni nahi chahiye".

I, at 38, have all my questions answered. Now, I know, "Why was I born on the 15th of August".

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