Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
A barrage of Candy Bullets
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The oneness of all paths - personal experiences
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
An early spiritual experience
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
A Mountain Meditation
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, CanadaHow sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Running for Peace
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
Praying for God’s Grace to Descend
Sweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United KingdomSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
My well-scheduled day
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
Self-transcendence in meditation
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea

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.