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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
My Room
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The first time that I really understood that I had a soul
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Learning to follow my intuition
Saranyu Pearson Geelong, Australia
Spiritual Friends
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Your life's responsibilities compel you to develop inner strength
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
An early spiritual experience
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My daily spiritual practises
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Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
Why we organise ultra-distance events
Subarnamala Riedel Zurich, Switzerland
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United StatesWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
Self-transcendence in meditation
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
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.
