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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
I just knew from the moment I saw him
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Reflections on meditation
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
“Where there is heart, always there is a way.”
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
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Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto Rico
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
A barrage of Candy Bullets
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The spiritual life is normal to me
Shankara Smith London, United Kingdom
How my spiritual search led me to Sri Chinmoy
Vidura Groulx Montreal, CanadaSuggested videos
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Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
Tilvila Hurwit Tampa, United States
Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
'Everyone is feeling nothing but love'
Suren Leosson Reykjavik, Iceland
Life in a spiritual workplace
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
How Sri Chinmoy appreciated enthusiasm
Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
How meditation helped me swim the English Channel
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in
Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.