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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
I know where you are
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
I just knew from the moment I saw him
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
The day I saw my Guru for the first time
Natabara Rollosson New York, United States
Spiritual Friends
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
Seeing the God inside my son
Utsahi St-Armand Ottawa, Canada
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto RicoSuggested videos
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What is it like on the Peace Run?
Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea
Beginnings of a spiritual journey
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Meditation functions with Sri Chinmoy
Kokila Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
Running the world's longest race
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.
