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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
You only have to keep your eyes and ears open
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
A disciple re-incarnates
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Having a Spiritual Teacher
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Failures are the pillars of success
Anugata Bach New York, United States
My Room
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Learning to follow my intuition
Saranyu Pearson Geelong, Australia
The very first time I heard about my spiritual Master
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
The Ever-Transcending Goal
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, WalesSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Making progress on Sri Chinmoy's Path
Daulot Fountain Seattle, United States
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
Where the finite connects to the Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
2 things that surprised me about the spiritual life
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
The value of meditation in a stressful job
Garga Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
Life is full of charming and also poignant moments. Yesterday for example I was buying a few vegetables at my local Asian supermarket, a ramshackle and unkempt affair bustling with Thai, Korean, Chinese and Polynesian people jostling over bargains and loose pallets of apples, mandarins, grapes, fresh coconuts from the islands. I managed to add a last enormous bunch of perfect and cheap bananas to my basket then queued up at the checkout. Behind me an Indian lady was wrestling with armfuls of groceries and dropping first a bag of apples then her money then a whole bag of Chinese gooseberries to the floor. They burst from their bag and spilt across the aisle like golden marbles and several of us began to help the poor lady recover them. To reassure the lady that all was well I said to her, "Where are you from?" She said, "My name is Farina and I have just come from India." Then she asked me if there were any more bananas in this place, they were her favorite fruit, but I said there were not.
