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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
A barrage of Candy Bullets
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United States
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
Running for Peace
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Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Regaining My Inner Joy
Sujata Muto Kyoto, Japan
Sri Chinmoy meets St. Peter
Paramita Jarvis Kingston, Canada
A vision at 3 a.m in the morning
Abarita Dänzer Zürich, Switzerland
I just knew from the moment I saw him
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From religion to spirituality
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Humorous moments with Sri Chinmoy
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The relationship between Guru and disciple
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
My daily spiritual practises
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What meditation gave me that I was missing
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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.
