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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
My inner calling
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“Where there is heart, always there is a way.”
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It does not matter which spoon you use
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A disciple re-incarnates
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Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Sri Chinmoy meets an old friend
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Sri Chinmoy performs on the world's largest organ
Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Spiritual Friends
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Muhammad Ali: I was expecting a monster, but I found a lamb
Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto Rico
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
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Breaking Guinness records
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Sri Chinmoy's inner guidance
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
An airport meditation experience
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A direct line to God
Vajra Henderson New York, United States
What meditation gave me that I was missing
Purnahuti Wagner Guatemala City, Guatemala
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
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.
