[Bábá looked around the room at everyone and then asked one Margi who he was. The Margi answered, “I am Ram Kumar Chatterjee, Bábá.”]

Is that who you are? Who are you really?

[“I am an accountant, Bábá.”]

But who are you really?

[“I am a Bengalee, thirty-eight years old.”]

But who are you really?

[The Margi was confused and kept silent. Bábá said:] He doesn’t know who he is. [To another Margi:] And you, my boy, who are you? [This man also kept silent. Bábá asked several Margis in this way and, not knowing the correct answer, they all kept silent. Finally Bábá asked another Margi:] And who are you, my boy?

[The man answered, rather hesitantly: “Parama Puruśa, Bábá.”]

[Bábá said:] Ha ha! He thinks he is Parama Puruśa, but he is not sure.

[Bábá called the Margi over and touched him on the back of his neck at the base of his skull. Then Bábá said:] Be in peace. [The man immediately went into deep samádhi (state of ecstasy in which the individual mind merges with Supreme Consciousness). The room was totally silent. Bábá said softly:] Now he knows who he is. [And turning to everyone, Bábá said:] You have all forgotten who you are, but I remember. [Bábá gave a mysterious laugh, and repeated:] I remember.