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A 40-Year Blessing
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Sri Chinmoy meets St. Peter
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My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
Celestial experiences
Antaranga Gressenich Munich, Germany
A Mountain Meditation
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
You only have to keep your eyes and ears open
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
A Divine Phone Call
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United States
Celebrating birthdays at Guru's house
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Your life's responsibilities compel you to develop inner strength
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
I felt a bell ringing in my heart
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How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
How can we create harmony in the world?
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
Where the finite connects to the Infinite
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What brought me to the spiritual life
Paula Correia Porto, Portugal
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.
