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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
I just knew from the moment I saw him
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
The oneness of all paths - personal experiences
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
A Quest for Happiness
Abhinabha Tangerman Amsterdam, Netherlands
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Spiritual Friends
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
Spiritual moments with my grandmother
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
A New World
Apaga Renner Graz, Austria
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
10-Day Race: Staring into the Infinite
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, BrazilSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
'Everyone is feeling nothing but love'
Suren Leosson Reykjavik, Iceland
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
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
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.
