Jack and Julia didn’t know it, but they arrived in the world just hours apart on the same day, in the same city and at the same hospital. The nurses even placed them in adjoining cribs in the same maternity wing.
Although their families didn’t socialize, they lived in the same neighborhood, attended the same church and enrolled Jack and Julia in the same grade school. And while the youngsters weren’t in the same classroom, it didn’t mean they weren’t very aware of each other. Even as kids they felt drawn to one another and exchanged glances and shy smiles when they passed in the hallway or spotted each other during recess.
One Friday afternoon a group of older boys decided to pick on eight-year-old Julia in the lunchroom and knocked her books to the floor. Jack intervened, telling the boys to take off or else. Then he picked up Julia’s books and handed them back to her.
“Thank you,” Julia said. “I’m Julia.”
“I know who you are,” Jack said. “I’m Jack.”
“I know who you are, too.” Julia smiled.
The bell rang and they went their separate ways. On Monday morning Julia watched for Jack in the hallway, but he didn’t show up at school that day. He never showed up at school again.
Julia didn’t know that Jack’s parents had been killed in a car crash over the weekend and he was sent away to live with his uncle. While Julia’s happy, stable home life continued uninterrupted, Jack’s became a nightmare. Not only did he have to deal with the emotional trauma of losing his parents, his uncle treated him like dirt from the moment he arrived at his door. Jack was fed only leftovers and wasn’t allowed to eat with his cousins or play with their friends; he wore only hand-me-downs and was forced to work in his uncle’s machine shop each afternoon and all day on weekends. If he complained, he was beaten. On his sixteenth birthday Jack ran away, sleeping wherever he could and saving every dime he earned working odd jobs, hoping to go to college one day.
It took him two years, but Jack made it to college. On his first day, during his first class, the young woman sitting beside him dropped her pen. Jack picked it up and handed it to her. They recognized each other immediately.
They went on their first date that evening and caught up on all that had transpired in the decade since they’d last seen one another; they discovered their common birthdays and vowed to never lose sight of each other again. They married at the end of their first college semester and were expecting their first child by the time they graduated and started their own accounting firm.
I met Jack and Julia (and first heard their incredible story) shortly after they had enrolled in some of our astrology and palmistry courses at the Birla Center—at the time they were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary. Jack wasn’t really interested in metaphysics, but because Julia was, he agreed to study it with her.
“If it makes her happy, it makes me happy,” Jack said during our first consultation.
“We always support each other in everything, even though we have completely different interests and beliefs,” Julia added. “But Ghanshyam, can you tell me why two people born at practically the same time and in the same place can be so vastly different?”
I told them that even though they were born on the same day, and actually shared many of the same planets in their birth charts, they had been born at different hours, which meant their ascendants were different. The ascendant is the zodiac sign rising on the eastern horizon at the moment of our birth. Because of the Earth’s rotation, a different sign appears on the eastern horizon every couple of hours. Our ascendant plays an enormous role in shaping personality and the way our karma unfolds throughout our life. When Julia was born, Aquarius was ascending; later in the day when Jack was born, Cancer was ascending. This gave Jack and Julia completely different life experiences and meant they came into the world to learn different lessons.
Despite their many differences, both Jack and Julia were blessed to have Poorva Punya lines in their hands. A Poorva Punya (“good fortune”) line reflects a rare magnetism to draw the right person into our life—someone with whom we share a common goal or destiny. It is a line that defies time, stretching into our memories of past lives, reuniting us with loved ones in our current life and drawing us toward success and happiness in the future. One of the most powerful reflections of the Poorva Punya line is of the dedication, commitment and loyalty we hold toward our beloved.
“Thank you, Ghanshyam,” Julia said. “You have confirmed what I have known in my heart since I was a child . . . Jack and I are soul mates, we were born to be together.”
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