Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
Akuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
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
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
Bhutan, A Country Less Travelled...
Ambarish Keenan Dublin, Ireland
Spirituality means speed
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
Learning to follow my intuition
Saranyu Pearson Geelong, Australia
Praying for God’s Grace to Descend
Sweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
'I could find out myself, but it was so much easier asking your soul'
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
The oneness of all paths - personal experiences
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, IrelandSuggested videos
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The greatest adventure that you can embark on
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
How meditation helped me swim the English Channel
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
2 things that surprised me about the spiritual life
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
What drew me to Sri Chinmoy's path
Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
Sri Chinmoy's inner guidance
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland

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.