There’s an old beggar in our town; he goes around with a bowl knocking at doors begging for food to ease his hunger. Not everyone treats him well; some yell at him and kick him, and a few feed him for a day or two but no more; but he keeps knocking at those same mean doors begging for food; he is hungry. But this gentleman’s problem isn’t really his hunger; it is his dementia. He is in fact the owner of a fancy restaurant and has all the money and food at his disposal. Yet, he’s cursed with forgetfulness. Isn’t that worse than being poor! Being poor, you may someday become rich or at least dream of it; but being forgetful, you’ll never know your worth even if you have some.
A king someday decided to go into the world and see what life is like for others. He wore a peasant’s garment and strolled into the market, conversing with this or that salesman, enjoying their lifestyle and pleasures. He soon forgot that he was the king; he got a 9-5 job, went into debt to the kingdom to pay for his little pleasures, and grew resentment toward the king for his own poverty, not knowing he’s both the resenter and the resentee.
Yes, forgetfulness, that’s the exact nature of this whole situation.
NOEMAYA 
It seems to me that forgetfulness is in the design. To have experience there have to be boundaries, limitation. Thus we have form, and an ego to protect the form. Limitation is baked into our existence so that Source can experience and know Itself. Transcending form, seeing past the veil, is also an experience. The greatest game of hide and seek ever imagined.
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