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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
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A love that was thick like butter
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The day when everything began
Bhagavantee Paul Salzburg, Austria
Our Guru becomes the perfect disciple
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reason
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
You only have to keep your eyes and ears open
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
I was what you call a classic unconscious seeker
Rupantar LaRusso New York, United States
My wife's soul comes to visit
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Learning to follow my intuition
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How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
An airport meditation experience
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
'Everyone is feeling nothing but love'
Suren Leosson Reykjavik, Iceland
Experiences of meditation
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New ZealandWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
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.
