The other day in London a friend of mine came from Ireland. I told this person to stay in a pension near my place which was a pension of the Theosophical Society. My friend came next day to me very surprised and troubled. She said, "I am quite confused. In that pension someone came to me and said, "in my last incarnation you were my aunt." Then someone else came and said, "You were my sister." Everyone there was my aunt, or friend, or somebody in a past incarnation, and everyone is claiming to have been a king. No one wishes to have been a poor man." I said -- you know that Indians like humor -- "They must have committed a great sin to have come this time as simple people."