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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
'When you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.'
Gunthita Corda Zurich, Switzerland
An early spiritual experience
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Having a Spiritual Teacher
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Regaining My Inner Joy
Sujata Muto Kyoto, Japan
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
Check your Front Tire
Arpan De Angelo New York, United States
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soul
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
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Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto Rico
'I could find out myself, but it was so much easier asking your soul'
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
A demonstration of the Master’s occult powers
Arpan De Angelo New York, United States
How I learned from Sri Chinmoy
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United StatesSuggested videos
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How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
My favourite part of Sri Chinmoy's path
Muslim Badami Auckland, New Zealand
A direct line to God
Vajra Henderson New York, United States
Beginnings of a spiritual journey
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
My first experience with Sri Chinmoy
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
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.
