Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reason
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
People see something in Guru and want to be part of it
Saraswati Martín San Juan, Puerto Rico
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
Praying for God’s Grace to Descend
Sweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
My Life with Sri Chinmoy: a book
Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
The spiritual life is normal to me
Shankara Smith London, United Kingdom
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
The first time that I really understood that I had a soul
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
If a wish comes from the soul, it will be granted
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
A Truckload of Humanitarian Aid Sails through Customs
Arthada Platzgummer Vienna, AustriaSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Why we organise ultra-distance events
Subarnamala Riedel Zurich, Switzerland
My well-scheduled day
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
Love, devotion and surrender
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Running for peace in the South Pacific
Nirbhasa Magee Dublin, IrelandProgress-Pilgrimage: A 1200km run from Vienna to Paris
Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
A number of years have gone by since she left us but not a day goes by when we don't think of her. Much more than that, it's as though she is somehow a part of us – I personally feel that what I am now is somehow a compound of us both. Because of this feeling I have left everything of hers as it was when she walked out of our small place for the last time. We used to always look around and say goodbye to our place each time we traveled, knowing that we might be here for the last time. So everything is just the same – her clothes, shrine, her teddy bears and things.
A tribute to Subarata 's life and accomplishments.