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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
Seeing the God inside my son
Utsahi St-Armand Ottawa, Canada
A disciple re-incarnates
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The Impact of a Yogi on My Life
Agni Casanova San Juan, Puerto Rico
Time seemed to freeze
Brahmata Michael Ottawa, Canada
The very first time I heard about my spiritual Master
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
A demonstration of the Master’s occult powers
Arpan De Angelo New York, United States
The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
If a little meditation can give you this kind of experience...
Pragya Gerig Nuremberg, Germany
My wife's soul comes to visit
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
How I learned from Sri Chinmoy
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United StatesSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Making progress on Sri Chinmoy's Path
Daulot Fountain Seattle, United States
A direct line to God
Vajra Henderson New York, United States
Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
Tilvila Hurwit Tampa, United States
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
Sri Chinmoy's vision of the Peace Run
Harita Davies New York, United StatesProgress-Pilgrimage: A 1200km run from Vienna to Paris
Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
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.
