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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
I was just so transported by the atmosphere
Pulak Viscardi New York, United States
Patanga: my spiritual name
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
The Peace Run visits Oxford
Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
The day when everything began
Bhagavantee Paul Salzburg, Austria
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
The Ever-Transcending Goal
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
I just knew from the moment I saw him
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
A demonstration of the Master’s occult powers
Arpan De Angelo New York, United StatesAkuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United StatesSuggested videos
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Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
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Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Humorous moments with Sri Chinmoy
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
How can we create harmony in the world?
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
Finding your spiritual Master
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
A feeling that something more exists
Florbela Caniceiro Coimbra, Portugal
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.
