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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Akuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
'When you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.'
Gunthita Corda Zurich, Switzerland
The most beautiful and fulfilling of all possible experiences
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
Praying for God’s Grace to Descend
Sweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
The day I saw my Guru for the first time
Natabara Rollosson New York, United States
The first time we met our Guru
Kaivalya, Devashishu and Sahadeva Torpy London, England
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
Sri Chinmoy's biography, written by one of the most famous Bengali authors
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
The oneness of all paths - personal experiences
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Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
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Samalya Schafer Berlin, GermanyWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
Breaking Guinness records
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Siblings on a spiritual path
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
Starting a spiritual café
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
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.
