REBIRTH IS A SCAM
- Madhukar Dama
- 13 hours ago
- 5 min read
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1. THE IDEA OF REBIRTH LOOKS HARMLESS — BUT IT CONTROLS YOU
Rebirth says:
“You are born again and again, depending on your actions.”
But you’re not asked to question it.
You’re only asked to accept it — as culture, religion, tradition, or truth.
You’re trained to feel that your current pain is because of some unknown past,
and that your current silence will reward you in a future you can’t even remember.
It sounds fair.
But it mostly makes you wait, adjust, tolerate — and never ask real questions.
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2. IT MAKES YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING — EVEN WHAT’S NOT YOUR FAULT
If you’re poor, sick, abused, or powerless —
the rebirth story says:
“You caused this. This is your karma.”
No one else is blamed.
No system is blamed.
No oppressor is blamed.
It makes you the cause, the problem, and the solution —
even when none of it is in your hands.
That’s not wisdom. That’s escape disguised as justice.
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3. IT MAKES YOU AFRAID TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM
Rebirth pushes everything important into another life:
Justice
Reward
Peace
Revenge
Freedom
So you stay quiet.
You adjust.
You obey.
Because if the future is always waiting,
the present can always be ignored.
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4. IT SERVES POWER — NOT TRUTH
Those who promote rebirth most strongly are usually:
Religious authorities
Spiritual marketers
Traditional power holders
Social elites
They use it to:
Justify inequality
Avoid hard questions
Sell rituals, teachings, and cures
It protects the top.
It keeps the bottom busy with guilt and hope.
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5. YOU CAN’T REMEMBER YOUR PAST LIFE — BUT YOU’RE STILL PUNISHED FOR IT
You’re told:
“What you did in your last birth is why you suffer now.”
But you don’t remember anything.
You have no way to check it.
No way to question it.
Still, you carry guilt.
Still, you’re expected to behave, donate, suffer, obey — as if it’s your duty.
This is not learning.
This is mental slavery.
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6. EVEN REJECTING REBIRTH CAN BECOME A TRAP
Sometimes, rejecting rebirth becomes its own identity:
“I don’t believe in this nonsense. I’m rational. I’m free. I live in the present.”
But this too becomes a belief.
Another banner. Another group. Another “right” side.
Whether you believe or disbelieve,
as long as you’re still searching for certainty, you’re still stuck in the game.
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7. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU STOP ASKING “WHAT COMES NEXT”?
Not believing in rebirth is not about taking a new position.
It is simply about stopping the urge to escape this life —
through blame, story, or hope.
This life doesn’t need a backup version.
This pain doesn’t need a spiritual explanation.
This joy doesn’t need a karmic receipt.
You don’t need to carry a story.
You don’t need to fix your soul.
You can just live — not to become something, not to win something — but just to live.
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FINAL WORD
The scam is not the belief in rebirth alone.
The scam is the entire setup that makes you look away from this moment,
and always toward a shadow life — past or future — as the answer.
If rebirth cannot be remembered, questioned, or verified —
then it should not be used to control, explain, justify, or sell anything.
Once you stop needing it,
you don’t become better.
You just stop pretending.
That’s enough.
NO PATH. NO PRIZE. NO POINT.
(a long slow burn with no forgiveness)
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you are born.
then told you were born again.
and again.
like it's a subscription service you never signed up for.
they give you a story —
you were a dog, a sinner, a king, a moth.
you did something.
you didn’t do something.
you must now pay.
and you,
shivering with confusion,
hungry for a reason,
accept the blame.
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some old man with a stick and a costume
points a finger skyward and downward,
chanting prices in the currency of fear:
“donate to cancel your next birth,”
“touch this stone, and you’ll return as a swan,”
“speak only good, or rot as a leper again.”
you obey.
you offer.
you shrink.
not because you believe —
but because you’re tired.
because you’re alone.
because the idea of one life,
one short crack at this mess,
is too brutal to digest.
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they fed you a trick.
they called it soul.
a silent thing behind your eyes.
you searched for it like a blind dog
chasing an echo.
but there was nothing there.
only the hum of your blood.
only the ache in your knees.
only the fact that you’d rather have someone tell you
what’s next
than sit through what is.
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you want to be forgiven
for something you didn’t do.
you want a god
to explain why your father beat you,
why your baby died,
why the river took the village
and left the temple standing.
so they say karma.
they say justice, balance, divine plan.
they say it with practiced calm.
they say it while sitting on cushions
purchased with the breath of the poor.
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but here’s the real filth of it all:
you are still hoping.
you are still planning.
you are still trying to be good
so something good will happen.
you gave up one carrot —
heaven —
and took another —
freedom.
you are still reaching.
still stretching your little monkey arms
for a fruit that was never planted.
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what if there is no soul?
what if there is no rebirth?
what if this — this taste of cold rice,
this cough in your chest,
this quiet betrayal in your lover’s eyes —
is all there is?
not good. not bad. not just.
just is.
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they will say,
“but without rebirth, what keeps people moral?”
as if fear is the only reason to be decent.
as if decency can be bought with myth.
as if kindness doesn’t rise from the mud
like a lotus with no memory.
they think
you’ll turn into a beast
without belief.
but you already are a beast
when you say
that the child who lost her legs
was paying a debt.
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there is no debt.
there is no ledger.
there is no next.
you are not returning.
you are not ascending.
you are not learning a lesson
written in some cloud-book
by an invisible hand.
you are breaking,
and surviving,
and breaking again.
and if you are lucky,
you might see one day —
there is nothing behind your eyes.
and still,
you can plant a tree.
not for virtue.
not for merit.
not for god.
just because
it would be unbearable
not to.
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there is no light coming for you.
there is no womb waiting.
there is no throne or gutter in the next round.
this is not a round.
this is it.
and that
should be enough
to make you weep,
to make you dance,
to make you throw every sacred book
into the sea
and sit in the mud
without purpose.
alive
at last.
