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of my childhood these things were
in the future, something which was known would happen
but which, like death at the end of one's life, did not ob-
trude too much. The Astrologers had indeed foretold these
happenings, but we went about our daily life blissfully
oblivious of the future.
Just before I was seven years of age, at the age when my
brother left this life, there was a huge ceremonial party
at which the State Astrologers consulted their charts and
determined what my future was going to be. Everyone
who was "anything" was there. Many came uninvited
by bribing servants to let them in. The crush was so
thick that there was hardly room to move in our ample
grounds.
The priest fumbled and bumbled, as priests will, and
put on an impressive show before announcing the outstand-
ing points of my career. In fairness I must state that they
were absolutely right in everything unfortunate which they
said. Then they told my parents that I must enter the
Chakpori Lamasery to be trained as a Medical Monk.
My gloom was quite intense, because I had a feeling that
it would lead to trouble. No one listened to me, though,
and I was shortly undergoing the ordeal of sitting outside
the Lamasery gate for three days and nights just to see if I
had the endurance necessary to become a medical monk.
That I passed the test was more a tribute to my fear of
Father than of my physical stamina. Entry to the Chak-
pori was the easiest stage. Our days were long, it was hard
indeed to have a day which started at midnight, and which
required us to attend services at intervals throughout the
night as well as throughout the day. We were taught the
ordinary academic stuff, our religious duties, matters of
the metaphysical world, and medical lore, for we were to
become medic