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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
A demonstration of the Master’s occult powers
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A Flame in my Heart
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The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
The Swimming Relay
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
'When you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.'
Gunthita Corda Zurich, Switzerland
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
I was what you call a classic unconscious seeker
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My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea
Siblings on a spiritual path
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Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
Sri Chinmoy's vision of the Peace Run
Harita Davies New York, United States
Winning the Swiss Alpine Marathon
Vajin Armstrong Auckland, New Zealand
My first experience with Sri Chinmoy
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
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.
