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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
A vision at 3 a.m in the morning
Abarita Dänzer Zürich, Switzerland
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
The day I saw my Guru for the first time
Natabara Rollosson New York, United States
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
Soul-Birds take flight
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My love of spiritual poetry
Manatita Hutchinson London, United Kingdom
Failures are the pillars of success
Anugata Bach New York, United States
A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
If I can smile like that, it's worth becoming a disciple
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
'Christ has stolen her heart and brought it now to me'
Dodula and Gunthita Zurich, Switzerland
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
A 40-Year Blessing
Sarama Minoli New York, United StatesSuggested videos
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How I got my spiritual name
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
Getting through difficult times in your meditation
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
Meditation: you make progress just by doing it
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
'Everyone is feeling nothing but love'
Suren Leosson Reykjavik, Iceland
My first impressions of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
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.