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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United States
Failures are the pillars of success
Anugata Bach New York, United States
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
A barrage of Candy Bullets
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Sri Chinmoy meets an old friend
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
Sri Chinmoy's biography, written by one of the most famous Bengali authors
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto RicoSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Selfless Service
Brian David Seattle, United StatesWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
An airport meditation experience
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Things I have learnt from the spiritual life
Sanjay Rawal New York, United States
Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
Tilvila Hurwit Tampa, United States
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
Before I flew down to Los Angeles, some disciples in Seattle told me their stories of meeting Guru for the first time. They told stories of seeing light and angels and all kinds of wonderful, fantastic things. This created some expectations in my mind. So in the airport, when Guru finally came, he came in a tracksuit, which I didn't expect, and Guru looked tired, and he was kind of limping because his knee had hurt. My mind started looking at these things and getting confused.

