When you go very high

I forgot my name many, many times. After coming down from the highest meditation, I completely forgot my name. Then I had to ask my friends my name and they laughed. Two or three times I had to look at a notebook. In school we had to write down our name on our notebook. In the Ashram my name was only “Chinmoy.” I had to search for my name. I looked at the notebook and then I remembered my name.

This is forgetfulness. It is quite difficult! I forgot my name so many times and I had to go and ask my friends. But they were so kind to me. They were full of admiration. Again, my notebook saved me two or three times by showing me my name.

Four or five times I came out of the house with one sandal on and one foot bare, walking very nicely. My friends asked me, “What is this?” Then I had to go home to get the other sandal.

Another time I ate at the Ashram dining hall. There was a place where we had to leave our dirty plates. After finishing eating, I left the dining hall and entered into a park across the street, while still holding my tray. A friend said, “What are you doing here?” Then I went back to return my tray.

When you go very high, you forget everything.