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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
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Regaining My Inner Joy
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Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United States
The Random Dog
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
Check your Front Tire
Arpan De Angelo New York, United StatesAkuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
The Swimming Relay
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
The oneness of all paths - personal experiences
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
The first time we met our Guru
Kaivalya, Devashishu and Sahadeva Torpy London, EnglandSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
What is it like on the Peace Run?
Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
Love, devotion and surrender
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
How can we create harmony in the world?
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea
Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
Tilvila Hurwit Tampa, United States
The relationship between Guru and disciple
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
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.
