Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
Celestial experiences
Antaranga Gressenich Munich, Germany
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
Pragati Pascale New York, United States
The day when everything began
Bhagavantee Paul Salzburg, Austria
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
The Swimming Relay
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, AustriaHow sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
If I can smile like that, it's worth becoming a disciple
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Patanga: my spiritual name
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Reflections on meditation
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United KingdomSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Self-transcendence in meditation
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
Winning the Swiss Alpine Marathon
Vajin Armstrong Auckland, New Zealand
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United KingdomWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
My evolving relationship with my spiritual Teacher
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands

I can still remember the thrill of running barefoot along a well-worn track through fields of tall grass near my childhood home. I knew every turn, every foothold, on the path that twisted its way from the edge of the bushland through hill and valley to my front door. With the wind in my face, I’d open my mouth a little wider to catch a cooling gulp of air to ease the searing pain of the breathless rush. Nearing the finish, my legs were burning, my arms were heavy, but as I pushed away all thought and squeezed the last ounce of strength from my veins, I flew like a bird free from centuries of earthly tethers. And then I’d collapse on the front lawn and lie there on my back, my heart pounding, my lungs still screaming for relief, exhausted of all intention, trying to focus through bleary eyes on the unreachable blue vastness of the sky above, as the last few dizzying minutes of ecstasy whirled in my mind.