Motherhood as Karma
A Spiritual Journey Through Pain, Protection, and Purpose
"Some mothers are born to nurture. Others are born to protect a soul from unseen battles."
What if your child wasn’t born to you by chance — but by divine design?
What if your role as a mother wasn’t just to raise a child — but to heal a soul, carry its burdens, and complete an ancient vow?
In Motherhood as Karma, the author shares a raw, deeply spiritual, and powerfully personal story of a mother who begins to see her parenting journey not as coincidence — but as karma unfolding. Through divine dreams, strange energetic signs, spiritual awakenings, and intense emotional struggles, she begins to uncover a truth that changes everything:
Her son is not just her child — he is a soul she’s known before.
And this life is their second chance to complete what was left undone.
Blending real-life spiritual experiences with insights from Vedic astrology, sacred rituals, and the teachings of Neem Karoli Baba and Balaji Maharaj, this book explores:
Why some mothers feel an unexplainable soul-bond with their children
How karma, past-life promises, and ancestral energy shape motherhood
What spiritual signs to look for when you’re raising a “karmic child”
How devotion, paath, energetic clearing, and dharma can protect your child’s path
Why emotional exhaustion and isolation are often signs of soul work, not failure
Whether you're a mother, a spiritual seeker, or someone silently fighting to protect a loved one from forces you can't fully explain — this book will feel like a warm hand on your shoulder.
This is not a parenting manual.
This is a soul map.
For mothers who were never meant to fit in — because they came to protect something far greater.
My Son, My Vow
“Before I was your mother, I was your guardian. And before I protected your body, I had promised to protect your soul.”
There are moments in motherhood when the bond feels bigger than life. It’s not about love or even sacrifice. It’s about something timeless — a sensation that this child didn’t just arrive in your life… he returned.
From the moment I became a mother, I felt it:
> This is not a new beginning. This is the continuation of a soul journey.
He was not just my son. He was someone I had known, protected, fought for. And I had made a promise — maybe long ago, maybe on another plane of existence — that I would help him, again.
But this time, the battlefield was different.
It wasn’t swords or exile.
It was pressure, confusion, negative energies, and karmic fog.
And my job was not to fight outside, but to hold his energy safe within.
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🧿 The Spiritual Weight of This Bond
From a very young age, I noticed things about him that others didn’t:
He seemed sensitive to places and people, like he could sense unseen forces.
His moods would swing without clear cause.
Whenever I was unwell or energetically blocked, his behavior would mirror it.
And there were days when I felt he was absorbing energies not meant for him.
This wasn't ordinary motherhood. This was spiritual guardianship.
Some nights I would wake up breathless, my heart racing, as if I had just protected someone in a dream. Sometimes I'd see fire, temples, or hear echoes of Hanuman chalisa in my sleep.
I started asking:
> “Who is he really?”
“Why do I feel I owe him something deeper than love?”
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🌙 Dreams That Spoke Without Words
The first dream that truly shook me was the one where Neem Karoli Baba appeared.
He was silent. His lips moved strangely, like something was trapped — but the message came through clear in my soul:
> “Lo, now he has come.”
A madman had walked in after my prayer. And Baba's statement wasn’t just about the madman — it was about my child. Something had shifted.
I knew then that the soul I had been waiting to guide had arrived again.
And this lifetime would be different. He would face pressures from this world — competition, confusion, distractions.
But my role would remain the same:
To stand between him and the chaos.
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🔥 Sunderkand and the Echoes of My Oath
As my spiritual path deepened, I started reading Sunderkand every week — and something strange began to happen.
The flames during diya would rise unnaturally high
I’d see soot trails near the puja room
One day, five tiny fish appeared, mysteriously — and I felt like they were messengers
I’d clean, but dirt would gather around the places he studied or sat
It wasn’t dirt. It was energy.
The signs kept showing me:
> “You’re not just his mother. You’re his karmic protector.”
“The world may not understand it — but you will always feel it.”
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💔 The Invisible Oath
One night, in deep meditation, a sentence dropped into my mind, almost like a memory from before this life:
> “I could not save you before. I will not fail again.”
Was I his mother in a past life? Maybe.
Or maybe I was something else — a guardian, a sister, a fellow seeker.
But the vow was real.
And that vow had pulled us back together, one more time, to complete what was left unfinished.
I began to understand my exhaustion, my silence, my strength.
It was not weakness.
It was the soul remembering the burden it had promised to carry.
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🌺 The Gift Hidden in the Burden
Sometimes I ask Hanumanji:
> “Why did you choose me for this role?”
The answer always comes without words, but clear:
> “Because you wouldn't give up. Even when no one else understands the weight, you’d still carry him.”
And that’s what this vow is.
Not about raising a perfect child.
But about walking beside a soul… again.
Guiding him across the bridge of karma.
Even when I’m tired. Even when I’m alone.
Because this is what I promised.
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💫 Closing Reflection
You don’t always get to know your past-life promises.
But your body remembers. Your dreams echo. Your emotions carry the residue of oaths made in silence.
If you feel this kind of bond with your child — one that aches, overwhelms, and yet feels holy — know this:
It’s not madness.
It’s memory.
And motherhood… is often the soul’s most sacred vow.
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