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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
The Ever-Transcending Goal
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
A Mountain Meditation
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Spirituality means speed
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, SerbiaHow sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Patanga: my spiritual name
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Learning to love songs ever more
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Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Humorous moments with Sri Chinmoy
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech RepublicProgress-Pilgrimage: A 1200km run from Vienna to Paris
Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
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Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
2 things that surprised me about the spiritual life
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
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.