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<h2>How Sri Chinmoy changed our idea of &#039;wasted time&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Regarding ‘wasted time’, Guru corrected my erroneous perceptions of this early on in my disciple life when on two occasions he requested my wife and I to stay in New York through to the following celebrations, a 4-month and later a 6-month layover requiring a total abdication of all ‘normal’ responsibilities, a discarding of EVERYTHING (along with my ‘productivity’ notions of time). So we were to discover another dimension of time, a reality that only values time for the soul’s unfoldment.</p>
<p>We protested of course: “But Guru, we have new jobs in New Zealand, we’ve just found and paid for a newly rented Centre, there are six new disciples to take care of, classes are organised for the next three months, a relative is undergoing surgery.” Guru waves his arm airily, dismissively, no need to even reply, and you know even then with your neophyte’s tiny comprehension that he has seen deeply into something measureless and universal, taken you into another chapter of your God discovery.</p>
<p>In hindsight and all those months later you would be overcome with gratitude, since this long time spent around a great Master has been a golden time, days and weeks bathed in light, immersed in processes of great change that, though unknowing, you were deemed ready for, catapulted from that rung in your evolutionary ladder way up to THIS rung! How memorable, this love and overreaching concern of our teacher who prized our God-realisation so far above all other worldly considerations.</p>
<p>In the great spiritual and religious traditions in all of time, time itself is most sacrosanct when given over to the search for God, this ultimate and highest purpose. “<em>You shall seek me and you shall find me</em>,” says God in one of the old Christian texts. “<em>Because you seek me with all your heart, I will let myself be found... I will put a new spirit in you, I will remove from you your heart of stone</em>.”</p>
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<p>God’s last Message:<br/>
Step out of the mind’s<br/>
Fleeting time<br/>
And enter into the heart’s<br/>
Eternity.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_50561i8" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 15, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_50561i8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_50561i8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_50561i8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_15">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 15</a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<h2>I only cared about the love that I felt from Sri Chinmoy and the love that I felt toward him: the rest was decoration</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I never had any doubt of Guru.&nbsp; I&rsquo;ve never ever doubted him. Never.&nbsp;</p>
<p>When manifestation started in the early 70&rsquo;s, when everybody was very excited about what Guru was doing and especially before the manifestation, the idea that he was an Avatar, everybody was really&hellip; I mean, it was the biggest thing and everybody loved to talk about it.&nbsp;</p>
<p>For me it was different. Yes, I was very grateful that an Avatar chose me as a disciple and all these things were happening.&nbsp; But it really didn&rsquo;t matter to me.&nbsp; I really didn&rsquo;t care.&nbsp; I only cared that he was my Guru. I didn&rsquo;t even care to know whether he was realised or not.&nbsp; I only cared about the love that I felt from him and the love that I felt toward him, the rest was decoration, but the great prize was that he was my Guru and it remains the same today, that he is my Guru.</p>
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<p>God has blessed my heart&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
Unconditionally&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
With a faith-calendar&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
That has no doubt-days.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_0y3uizr" title=" Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 122,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1989" href="#footnote1_0y3uizr">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_0y3uizr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_0y3uizr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-12127">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 122</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1989</li>
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<h2>An inner experience with Jesus and Sri Chinmoy</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>A few months after seeing Sri Chinmoy for the first time, during small talk in the teachers&rsquo; lounge at school, I was lamenting that I needed to buy a new scarf to wear with my winter coat. About a week later, my disciple friend approached me in the lounge and said, &ldquo;I saw this scarf and it reminded me of you. I don&rsquo;t know if you&rsquo;ll like it or not. If not, it&rsquo;s okay, I can take it back.&rdquo; With that, she showed me a scarf that was quite bright, with yellow-gold rectangles on aqua sky-blue. I had been thinking of something darker, but she was offering it as a gift, and I really needed a scarf.</p>
<p>There was something about the scarf that drew me to it, but the colours were not a combination that I would ever have chosen for myself. Also, something about the scarf put me off. I felt uneasy about it and couldn&rsquo;t figure out why.</p>
<p>In the subway on the way home, I closed my eyes and imagined Jesus, with me showing him the scarf. Suddenly, in the inner vision of my mind&rsquo;s eye, Jesus was there, concretely, with me. I showed him the scarf, and inwardly questioned him about it in a way that was wordless. He took it from me and held one end of the scarf in one hand and the other end in the other hand. Standing in front of me, he looped the middle of the scarf over my head and onto my neck and shoulders, letting the ends hang down the front of my body, while saying, &ldquo;It is a mantle upon thee.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I remember thinking, &ldquo;What&rsquo;s a &lsquo;mantle&rsquo;?&rdquo; I thought this word might refer to some kind of medieval cloth drape or embroidered hanging, but I didn&rsquo;t know for sure, as it was certainly not a word I used in my daily language. When the subway arrived at my station, I walked quickly to the house where my apartment was. I was in a hurry to get back to this experience.</p>
<p>I sat down in my room and went into prayer. I saw myself with Jesus, again with the scarf. Immediately, the image returned as strong, as vivid and as concrete as the first time. I knew that this was a special experience. In my mind&rsquo;s eye, I was standing with Jesus, with the scarf draped around my neck. He repeated, &ldquo;It is a mantle upon thee.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Then, feeling perplexed, I told him that I was uneasy about this scarf and I didn&rsquo;t know why.</p>
<p>Jesus turned his head slightly away and extended his left arm straight out. I looked where he was pointing, and in the distance, some ways off, I saw Sri Chinmoy sitting in a dark blue, cushioned armchair, with various disciples coming and going around him. There was a lot of light around Guru and the chair and the whole scene. The disciples were all very happy as they came in and out of the scene.</p>
<p>Jesus looked at me and said, &ldquo;What do you see?&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;I see &hellip; Light, &hellip; and Joy, &hellip; Light, and &hellip; Love.&rdquo;&nbsp; Then he dropped his arm to his side, looked straight at me and said, &ldquo;And are you afraid of &hellip; that?&rdquo;</p>
<p>The image disappeared. I was back in my room.</p>
<p>Obviously, I decided to keep the scarf. I did not tell my disciple friend about this inner experience. It seemed a personal message and not to be shared at the time. I merely told her, when next I saw her, that the colour combination in the scarf was not what I would usually wear, but that I really did like the scarf. She said, &ldquo;Well, you know, this blue and gold, they&rsquo;re the Sri Chinmoy Centre colours.&rdquo; Instantly, a series of understandings cascaded through my brain. (I later learned, Guru had said that blue is the main colour in his aura and gold is the colour of God&rsquo;s manifestation on earth.)</p>
<p>After my inner image experience, I had looked up the word &lsquo;mantle&rsquo; in the dictionary. It said, &ldquo;in heraldry, the representation or drapery of a coat of arms.&rdquo; A &lsquo;coat of arms&rsquo; was defined as a &ldquo;light garment worn over armour, generally emblazoned with the insignia of a person, family or institution.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Jesus Christ had mantled me in the colours of the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</p>
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<p>My Absolute Lord Supreme!<br/>
Today You are asking me<br/>
To be a passenger<br/>
Of Your Eternity&#39;s<br/>
Blue-gold Dream-Boat.<br/>
My gratitude-heart<br/>
I place at Your Feet.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_crcqtxx" title="My aspiration-heart cycles, part 1, Agni Press, 2000" href="#footnote1_crcqtxx">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_crcqtxx"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_crcqtxx">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ahc-20">My aspiration-heart cycles, part 1, </a>Agni Press, 2000</li>
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<h2>How Sri Chinmoy made God our dear and intimate confidante</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I think one of Guru’s truly remarkable achievements was to make God an absolutely living reality for so many of us. For his disciples Guru’s own intimacy with God was so obvious and compelling, his deference to God in everything he did so moving, and the godliness that he himself embodied so utterly beautiful that he quietly shunted – at least in my case – three prior decades of agnosticism into the waste basket.</p>
<p>Of all the things I have seen in this world, Guru’s physical presence was the most powerful, the most irresistible proof of God. Getting to know Guru was getting to know God – unmistakably this great yogi-soul had realised God and revealed the Divine at every moment through his own person and life. God was not a matter of belief or disbelief, a concept to be examined and argued, but there, in front of you. Look!</p>
<p>I was blessed with a long time to immerse myself in this – my dawning understanding of my Teacher’s height was forged and tested and proven over twenty-seven years. The Guru is a bridge between earth and Heaven, God’s intermediary, a step-down transformer converting the Infinite Power of the Supreme into a mana-geable voltage for earth’s consumption.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/jogyata/sri-chinmoy-at-river.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />For us the mantra ‘Supreme’ has become our living bridge to God and often sustains our personal feeling of a loving, caring Supreme Reality with whom we are connected and a part. Guru introduced us all to God, emancipated us from the various handicaps and constraints of our fossilised, past religiosity or indifference and made of God a dear and intimate confidante, one to whom we prayed, opened our hearts, shared our secret thoughts, our worst mistakes, our gratitude and tears. In the light of this sacred rela-tionship and knowledge we can measure what is really important in our lives, or what is not – chart our course with ‘two things absolutely unparalleled, the map for the eternal journey and the courage for the immortal travelling’.*</p>
<p>Spiritual literature down through the ages is filled with profundities, atom bombs of Truth and Reality, gorgeous quotes that thrill the soul, the uncompromising and life-changing utterances of great sages and Masters. They are so powerful as to sweep aside an entire lifetime of cultural indoctrination – that tragic and ill-fated love affair with worldliness that we are so immersed in from cradle rock to last breath. Guru always had that effect in our lives – a reality check, bringing us back on course, reminding us of what it’s really all about.  In a world of enchanting distractions, a culture steeped in material ambitions that suffocate the spirit, how lucky we all are to have this exemplar, pointing the way home.</p>
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<p><em>Two things absolutely unparalleled</em></p>
<p>My Master Lord Supreme,<br/>
I love You,<br/>
I love You only<br/>
Because You have given me<br/>
Two things absolutely unparalleled:<br/>
The map For the eternal journey<br/>
And the courage For the immortal travelling.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_taxwpr4" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981" href="#footnote1_taxwpr4">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_taxwpr4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_taxwpr4">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981</li>
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<h2>My sacred experiences with Sri Chinmoy&#039;s Transcendental Photograph</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>There is a photograph of me in my highest transcendental consciousness. A seeker should always meditate on what inspires him most. Just because I am their Master, my disciples get abundant inspiration from meditating on this picture. If anybody looks at it with love, joy and devotion, no matter how much of a beginner he is, no matter which path he followed before, just because the person is a seeker, my inner consciousness will open its door to him.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_5tsibko" title="Sri Chinmoy, Beyond Within &mdash; A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_5tsibko">1</a></p>
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<p>My introduction to the path was when I went to my first meditation class one weekend.&nbsp;&nbsp; In our first session, we were doing some exercises on the candle flame and a flower. During this session, during these exercises, I saw a streak of light coming from my right side. But there was no window, no light, no door, nothing. So I was a little bit puzzled. What is this light? Where is it coming from?</p>
<p>During the intermission, I saw there was a frame against the wall. Its back was toward us, so I just looked at the frame. The light was coming from this picture. There was nothing else on the wall. At the end of the session, I went to the centre leader. I told her my experience and she said, &quot;Oh, this is a Transcendental Picture of our Master. He was just calling you.&quot;</p>
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<p>I had another very strong experience with the Transcendental. As Guru said, the Transcendental is not a picture. It is not a photograph. It is really something more.</p>
<p>In 1999 during the Christmas trip in Bandung, Indonesia, the leader of our Centres in France came to me and said, &ldquo;Guru wants to give you your name.&rdquo; I was a little bit surprised because just the year before this, our centre in Paris was disbanded. I was quite surprised that he would give me a spiritual name at this time.</p>
<p>During the first week of that trip, I was waiting every morning to get my spiritual name and had another very strong experience - an inner connection with Guru. I was ready to be called by Guru but it didn&rsquo;t happen the first week. I was quite worried about that. After one week, we moved to another city in Bandung. Perhaps Guru has forgotten, or he sometimes says that he will give a name and then he doesn&rsquo;t.</p>
<p>I was ready to accept this. I became very strict with myself. I had a small notebook, and every time I was thinking, saying or doing something not very nice, I wrote it down. At the end of the day, I was counting how many times I thought, said or did something that was not very nice. I was very strict with myself.<br/>
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One morning we met for meditation in a small amphitheatre in the hotel. I was sitting in one of the upper rows.&nbsp;After meditation, Guru remained silent for a while. Everybody remained seated, reading or listening to music with their headphones. It was very silent, and I was just looking at Guru. I was quite far from him. At one point, he raised his head and looked at me. He nodded his head a little bit. So I understood that it was time for me to go up to him. I left the row and started to go down to the stage. The guards just stood up, ready to stop me because Guru hadn&rsquo;t called me.</p>
<p>Then Guru said, &quot;No, no, no.&quot; He motioned for me to come to him. I kneeled down on the stage in front of him to meditate. Then he gave me a piece of paper with my name on it. When he handed me the paper, he didn&rsquo;t release it at first. For a while we were stretching out our arms toward each other. He didn&rsquo;t move at this time&mdash;he was meditating on me and over my head also. It was a very, very strong feeling, and I was a little bit stressed about the situation. This is perhaps why he gave me another experience with the Transcendental.<br/>
After that, the disciples came to me and said, &quot;How did you know that Guru would give you your name? He didn&rsquo;t call you.&quot; I said, &quot;No, I don&rsquo;t know. I just felt it.&quot;<br/>
This next experience with the Transcendental came right after Guru gave me my name. When you receive a spiritual name, you recite this name 100 times and meditate in front of the Transcendental. I went to my room and I repeated my name 100 times. My name was quite complicated so I didn&rsquo;t know how to pronounce it. But I did what I could.</p>
<p>After meditating a while, everything disappeared in my room&mdash;just the Transcendental remained. Everything disappeared around me, and there was real light flowing from the eyes of the Transcendental to my eyes. I could really see the light coming to me from the eyes of the Transcendental.</p>
<p>It didn&rsquo;t last so long because just a few minutes later, there was a big bang on the door and my roommate Unnatishil came in and yelled at me, &quot;Wow, you got your name!&quot; So my meditation was finished.</p>
<p><em>Note: Sri Chinmoy asked that his Transcendental Photograph be given only to his sincere students, and not reproduced online. Therefore, the photograph is not reproduced here. To see it, we recommend attending one of the<a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/free-meditation-classes"> free meditation classes</a> offered by the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</em></p>
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<p>The inner world<br/>
Is not a mental fantasy &mdash;<br/>
It is an unfathomable Reality.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_ind080f" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 42,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote2_ind080f">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_5tsibko"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_5tsibko">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bw-322">Beyond Within &mdash; A collection of writings 1964-1974, </a>Agni Press, 1975</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_ind080f"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_ind080f">2.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 42,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2005</li>
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<h2>A near-death experience</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>My father. an accountant mostly for small businesses in the Miami Haitian community, never understood why I studied computer science (and not business), worked in medical research, and had no interest in his line of work. He always hoped for a “Eureka” moment, where I would decide to take over his business. I had an aptitude for math (math minor), and helped him during the busy tax season, but found accounting to be very boring.</p>
<p>When my father fell ill, I held out the hope that he would recover from his illness. So I and my father’s former assistant (a good friend of mine from my undergraduate years who had worked for my father for about 10 years), kept the business afloat for about two months.</p>
<p>One evening, about two weeks before my father’s passing (he had been discharged from rehab at the nursing home), I had made arrangements to meet two clients in the office. I was completely exhausted—caring for my father, working full-time, squeezing in several hours a week for the accounting clients, while working on my doctoral studies. I so badly wanted to cancel, but my father's assistant had driven from very far to meet me and help out, and so I could not.</p>
<p>When I arrived at the office, one lady, a successful taxi driver, talked non-stop. All I wanted was silence, and kept wishing I had cancelled. Having spent one month by my father’s side in the hospital, prior to his discharge from the nursing home, the last thing I wanted to hear about was hospital stories, so I only half listened to the taxi driver’s hospital story.</p>
<p>Then I heard her say, “I was in a coma for two months.” My empathy and curiosity came to the fore and I began paying closer attention. She went on to say, “I had a brain tumor and required a 16-hour operation. I remember going into the operating room. At a certain point, I was rising up and I looked down and could see myself on the surgical table. I then went to the most beautiful place … it was all light … there was beautiful music. Then I reached a certain place and they (she never qualified who ‘they’ were) told me I had to go back. Next, I remember waking up and the doctor began explaining that I had been in a coma for two months.”</p>
<p>I couldn’t believe my ears! The story was classic rendition by those who recount near-death experiences you see on TV or read about. It also turned out that one day, perhaps about 4 years prior, I had used her services to go to the airport! (Haitian women taxi drivers are not common).</p>
<p>At that point, I felt this tremendous peace. My mind quieted, my heart opened. All was calm. The taxi driver was the instrument, and this would be confirmed once again, about two weeks later, just a few hours after my father actually passed. Guru had begun preparing me—reassuring me that my father’s soul would go to this beautiful place, as well!</p>
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<p>My earth-bound life  <br/>
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But inside me is another life —  <br/>
My Heaven-free life — <br/>
And that Heaven-free life  <br/>
Is immortal.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ze3wu3l" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 65, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_ze3wu3l">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ze3wu3l"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ze3wu3l">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-6437">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 65, </a>Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/node/47206">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Scattering stardust from the Heavens</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In the 1970s, some years before a growing interest in meditation changed the course of my life, I worked for some time in the North West of Australia in an iron-ore mine.</p>
<p><img alt="Australian desert bloom after a rain" class="right lazyload" title="Australian desert bloom after a rain" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/desert_bloom.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Every few weeks a tropical storm would banish the sweltering heat and endless days of sunshine and for a few wonderful hours heavy rain would drench the parched earth. Overnight the red plains would explode with flowers and all night long the breeze out of the dark would carry the fragrance of red earth, eucalyptus and the essence of desert.</p>
<p>When I hear Sri Chinmoy playing the piano I am somehow reminded of this. Just as the occasional fragrance of eucalyptus still evokes memories of those outback years, so do Sri Chinmoy's wonderful piano improvisations evoke the fragrance of a meditative, inner world, the musical downpour nourishing the beautiful, wide open spaces of the soul. Amidst the sweetness, playfulness, power and freedom of the music you can unmistakably feel something extraordinary – for me it is a glimpse of the human soul, a fragrance of God.</p>
<p>Many people some day will come to recognise that Sri Chinmoy's vast pantheon of creative outpourings – his musical, literary , artistic legacy – forms one of the most remarkable accomplishments of all time. One of the secrets of this stunning legacy is that the artist has saturated all of his creation with his own profoundly spiritual consciousness, a fragrance that permeates everything that he has done. Among these many jewels, like so many bright stars in the dark sky of human life, you will be able to find some aspect, a star that will be your personal doorway into the life divine.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy on stage" class="left lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy performing in concert" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_piano1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Someone will look at Sri Chinmoy's bird sketches and feel their purity and freedom and delight – another may read a poem that deeply touches the heart. A third may pick up one of <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com" title="Books by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy's books</a> and in between the knowledge conveyed by language, by words, there it is again, the fragrance of an illumined soul, the beckoning open doorway that takes you out among the bright stars.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's piano improvisations are one of my favourite doorways. Often at the end of the day, I light a little incense, put the phone on no rings and sink back into my old armchair in my meditation space. The volume needs to be loud – this is the powerful face of meditation, the swift brushstrokes of the artist portraying a cosmic canvas.</p>
<p>Perhaps at first nothing much seems to be happening. But if you persist a little, listen with a widening heart, still mind, you'll start to feel something – as though glimpsing through a small clear window another inner, higher world. If you practice meditation a little, this window will gradually open wider. Some days you're overwhelmed by a feeling of indescribable beauty and peace, your eyes fill with tears at this engulfing joy and you're having the best meditation of your life.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy playing piano" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy playing piano" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_piano2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Beethoven once said that whoever truly understands his music will forever be freed from sadness – I do believe that anyone who really understands Sri Chinmoy's piano improvisations, indeed his music as a whole, can become liberated from everything. Free of all constraint and limitation, free from mind, thought, ego, these rapturous performances are a celestial music of heart-melting sweetness, a glorious sound born out of the artist's absolute oneness with the Highest.</p>
<p>I feel so grateful to this traveller from the bright stars who lives among us for a while, scattering his music, songs, poetry – this stardust from the Heavens – and lifting our eyes and hearts upward, playing the piano and pointing with his music to our home high above.</p>
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<p><em>Creativity</em><br/>
Without creativity,  <br/>
No great soul  <br/>
Can offer anything substantial  <br/>
To mankind. </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_usmyfej" title="The heart-tears of a God-seeker, Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote1_usmyfej">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_usmyfej"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_usmyfej">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/htg-2">The heart-tears of a God-seeker, </a>Agni Press, 2005</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/piano">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Reuniting with Muhammad Ali many years later</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sevananda/whenwewerekings.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />So it happened that many, many, many years later, Muhammed Ali was retired and he had Parkinson's disease. For whatever reason, I decided to pick up a copy of <em>The Village Voice</em>. I opened the newspaper and right in the middle was this big advertisement for a movie—actually, more like a documentary—about a fight that Muhammad Ali had in Zaire, Africa: <em>When we were Kings.</em></p>
<p>There was a raffle for tickets to the premiere and to have a photo opportunity with Muhammad Ali. I called the number and won the raffle! I was going to get to go to the premiere and also see Muhammad Ali one more time. Guru was so happy when I told him. He was so, so happy.</p>
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<p>I took some flowers and a book and a Transcendental. My turn to see him came. It was going to be really fast: You go in, you stand next to him, they take your picture and you go out; you don't talk to him; you do nothing.</p>
<p>When I walked into the room where he was, it was very shocking to me because my memory of Muhammad Ali was this super bright and luminous and full-of-energy man. But when I saw him, his eyes were vacant, like nobody was there. It was very shocking and sad to see. When I got close to him and stood next to him, I said, “Muhammad, please look at me. Please look at me.”</p>
<p>He looked at me and I said, “Do you remember me?” He said, “No, tell me from where?” “Puerto Rico. I was the boy who introduced you to Sri Chinmoy.” I showed him a picture of the meeting. His face lit up, and for that moment, he was the Muhammad Ali I knew. “Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy! How is he doing?”</p>
<p>I told him that Sri Chinmoy was very happy I was going to meet him again. I said, “He would like to see you.”</p>
<p>Then he says to me: “I am a Muslim; he is a Hindu.” I said, “No, no, no, he is your brother. You are his brother. There is no Hindu, no Muslim. You are two brothers.” He said, “Yes, yes, yes, I want to meet him.” I went back out.</p>
<p>Later on, Guru met him again two or three times and eventually lifted him.</p>
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<p>Physical brothers  <br/>
Appear and disappear,  <br/>
But spiritual brothers  <br/>
Follow the path  <br/>
Of eternal friends.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_0zrhogw" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 240, Agni Press, 1997" href="#footnote1_0zrhogw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_0zrhogw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_0zrhogw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-23953">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 240, </a>Agni Press, 1997</li>
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<h2>The highest Supreme, in a small form</h2>
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<p><em>Gunthita describes her first time visiting Sri Chinmoy in New York.</em></p>
<p>Next morning, Guru played tennis, but not at Aspiration-Ground. It was where we have our 47-mile race. The disciples were sitting around and watching. I saw how small Guru was and how he was playing tennis with his feet on the ground.</p>
<p>I started feeling down. I thought, “How can this be?” Because I had felt in my heart that he was so tall and that his feet were not on earth.</p>
<p>The disciples were sitting around and meditating, but I didn't realise that they were meditating. They didn't fold their hands. They were just sitting there and watching Guru. I thought, “How can these disciples be so lazy and just sit here while Guru is doing sports?” So I started running on the track, the 400-metre track. I wanted to show my aspiration. All by myself, I ran around and around.</p>
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<p>I didn't realise that meditation is just to be with Guru, no matter what he is doing. Meditation is not just sitting with folded hands in front of Guru's Transcendental picture. Guru <em>is</em> our meditation.</p>
<p>Guru was playing tennis outwardly, but inwardly he helped me so much when I was running. I was praying to the Transcendental, "Help me, help me!" I was full of doubts. I had wanted so much to see Guru. Then when I saw him, he looked so small.</p>
<p>But inwardly I felt this big, big thing coming from Guru in his small body. I suddenly got the message: The highest Supreme has taken this small form to speak with us, to be with us, to be closer to us, his children. It is still that same vast big reality that I felt before seeing him.</p>
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<p>The human Guru is only an instrument of the Supreme. I always say that I am not the Guru: the real Guru, the only Guru, the supreme Guru is the Supreme Himself. I am a representative of the Supreme for those who call themselves my disciples.</p>
<p>....When I tell my disciples to meditate on my transcendental picture, I take full responsibility for what I say. That is to say, the Supreme is in that picture. But the physical body that you are seeing, you may judge or suspect. You see that I am five feet eight inches tall and so many other things you see in my physical being. But inside the physical is the real spiritual existence, where my total oneness, conscious oneness, complete oneness with the Supreme operates. </p>
<p>...But if anybody here has ever gone really deep within and entered into me or entered into the Supreme, then he sees that in my deepest consciousness I am totally one with the Supreme. There can be no difference.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6wmqbkc" title="Sri Chinmoy, The meditation-world, Agni Press, 1977" href="#footnote1_6wmqbkc">1</a></p>
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<p>Then there was <em>prasad</em>. This was my first prasad from Guru. It was a melon, a big melon! It was so special. I never again felt such a blessing.</p>
<p>When I held this melon in my hand, I said to myself, "Oh my God, this is from God! How can I eat it?" I was just crying. Every time I tried to bite into the melon, I would start crying again. So I went back behind where nobody could see me crying and trying to eat this melon.</p>
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<p><em>The Infinite has embraced the finite</em></p>
<p>The Infinite has cheerfully embraced  <br/>
The finite  <br/>
So that mortals can successfully grow into  <br/>
The Immortal.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_nbw4jkc" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 53, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote2_nbw4jkc">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6wmqbkc"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6wmqbkc">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mw-1">Sri Chinmoy, The meditation-world, </a>Agni Press, 1977</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_nbw4jkc"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_nbw4jkc">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-5238">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 53</a>, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>Meditation saves a prison inmate&#039;s life</h2>
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<p>It so happened that one day while Guru was at the Jamaica track, a prison inmate I had been corresponding with ran up to Guru and said, &quot;Are you Sri Chinmoy?&quot; and Guru said yes.</p>
<p>It turned out that when he was in prison, the inmate was being threatened by one of the prison gangs inside the prison itself. His life was on the line. Somehow he had started meditating on a Transcendental picture of Sri Chinmoy which I had given him in our correspondence.</p>
<p>He came out of prison and he saw Guru &ndash; the very person he had been meditating on &ndash; running on Jamaica track, and told him, &quot;You saved my life.&quot; When Guru concentrated on it, he saw it was absolutely true.</p>
<p>After he had that experience with the young man running up to him at Jamaica Hills, Guru called me and and said, &quot;I want you to take my books into prisons.&quot; That&#39;s when I started the <em>Humanity&#39;s Perfection-Builders</em> programme of giving meditations at different prisons throughout Canada and the United States.</p>
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<p>God&rsquo;s Protection<br/>
Is always eager to save my life<br/>
From untold dangers.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_dburwhf" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 37,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_dburwhf">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_dburwhf"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_dburwhf">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-36149">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 37</a><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_37">,&nbsp;</a>Agni Press, 2004</li>
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<h2>One chance in a million</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>On the 17th of November, 1999, Guru lifted a total of 94,290 pounds in one evening, including a 300-pound dumbbell in each arm simultaneously. He was sixty-eight years old.</p>
<p>The next morning, I went to the airport and picked up some tapes of these lifts that the American disciples had sent over. All night I worked on trying to put them on the wire service of Reuters, a major news agency. Reuters even sent a cab to collect the tape at 3 a.m.</p>
<p>However, the video recording of this lift that came from New York was on a different system. Reuters was on one system and the tapes from America were a different type and size. The people working on the night shift at the news agency couldn't find an adapter.</p>
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<p>I teach children how to play the clarinet and the flute. Even though I had had no sleep that night, the next day I taught children for 12 hours solid – without a break. That's what happens with me: no break. I taught for the whole day, but I felt fine.</p>
<p>As soon as I went to sleep the following night, the phone rang. It was the disciples from New York asking me to try again to submit tapes to the British media. That night I was working on it again. I mentioned it to some of my friends, the people I was living with. I said, "Oh, I'm so tired." They told me to turn the phone off or put it on silent mode.</p>
<p>This was my answer: “Guru may never, ever call in my whole life. He has never called here. There is one chance in a million that if I put my phone on answering machine, that would be when he would call me for the first time.”</p>
<p>Anyway, I did a little work and then I went to sleep.</p>
<p>At five a.m., the phone rang. It was Nishtha. She said, "Sahana, Guru wants to talk to you." It was THAT time when Guru called, the first time he called!</p>
<p>He said, "Marvellous, marvellous, marvellous. I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you. Excellent, excellent, excellent!"</p>
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<p>Prepare yourself always  <br/>
For the Call  <br/>
Of the Inner Pilot Supreme.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6k9dnt8" title=" Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 5, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_6k9dnt8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6k9dnt8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6k9dnt8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-4006"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 5, </a>Agni Press, 1998</li>
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<p>One evening after a meditation, I was overwhelmed with love. But it wasn't only the love that Guru was giving me, but it was the love that was coming out of me towards him, a kind of love that I have never, ever, ever experienced before. A kind of love that could only come from the very depths of my existence. At the end of the function, I was shedding tears – crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, because the beauty was so intense and so powerful, and I was so full of gratitude and joy.</p>
<p>After the function Guru asked the disciples to stay. They were going to give us food, but I couldn’t stop crying. I was starting to feel embarrassed, so I decided to hide in a room. What I didn't remember was that that room had a connecting door to Guru's room. Plus, I thought that Guru was dealing with the disciples in a different area. So, I went to the furthest corner of the room, the darkest corner, and allowed myself to cry without any control – the type of crying where you can hardly breathe.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-august-1972.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Suddenly the door opened, and Guru was walking very fast towards me. He said, “My Sevananda, my Sevananda, what have I done to you? How have I hurt you?” There was so much love and concern in the question: “What have I done to you, my child? Please tell me, what have I done to you?”</p>
<p>Guru turned on the lights of the room and was standing right in front of me. And I said to him, “I was crying because I love you so much.” With his hand, he wiped away my tears and said, “There are two tears worth having. One is the tear of joy. The other is the tear of gratitude. And yours are tears of joy and gratitude, my child.”</p>
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<p><em>My tears</em></p>
<p>Before I accepted  <br/>
The life of aspiration,  <br/>
My tears were the tears  <br/>
Of real sorrow.  <br/>
Now that I have accepted  <br/>
The life of aspiration,  <br/>
My tears are not tears of sorrow  <br/>
But tears of real joy.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6dfrl5p" title=" Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 52, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_6dfrl5p">1</a></p>
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<p>May each tear  <br/>
Of my heart  <br/>
Be a God-gratitude-tear.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_co50u3q" title=" Sri Chinmoy in Russia, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote2_co50u3q">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6dfrl5p"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6dfrl5p">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff_52"> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 52, </a><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-5126">Agni Press, 1983</a></li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_co50u3q"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_co50u3q">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/scr">Sri Chinmoy in Russia, </a><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/scr-188">Agni Press, 2001</a></li>
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<h2>The first time I heard an inner voice</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p><em>Before he started studying meditation with Sri Chinmoy, Pulak was living and studying in Denmark.</em></p>
<p>I made a little shrine out of three rocks that abstractly represented to me some sage meditating. I found them on the coastline in Aarhus and put them together.</p>
<p>One evening I was taking a ferry to Copenhagen. I was at the back of the ferry. The sun was setting, the stars were coming out, and a flock of seagulls who were following the boat.</p>
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<p>I was just kind of letting go of all my thoughts and getting absorbed into the atmosphere of my surroundings—the sound of the boat motor, the water churning and the seagulls and all the other various sounds. I was just getting absorbed into them.</p>
<p>Then I started imagining the stars were coming out and what it would be like to be a beam of light travelling through the universe. It was sort of a meditation. Then something really unusual started happening. I felt I was like I was expanding or elevating, almost like my body was elevating off the boat. I was hearing this music, which seemed like angelic music. It was as if I was just drawn into this other dimension that was totally separate from the physical world. It was on some spiritual plane.</p>
<p>Then I heard a voice. This is the crazy part. A voice inside actually said, “Come back to New York.” Then I started thinking, “What am I doing here? How am I going to get back into my body?”</p>
<p>I started feeling afraid, and it all went back to the sounds of the boat motor chugging, the water churning, and the seagulls squawking.</p>
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<p>I assure you,  <br/>
Unlike the outer world,  <br/>
The inner world is not asleep.  <br/>
The inner world only watches and waits  <br/>
For a little receptivity  <br/>
From the outer world  <br/>
So that it can pour and pour into it  <br/>
Its unreserved blessings and love.  </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_d2x9lmg" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 57, Agni Press, 1984 " href="#footnote1_d2x9lmg">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_d2x9lmg"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_d2x9lmg">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap_57">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 57, </a><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-5647">Agni Press, 1984</a> </li>
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</p><p>One of my friends has had the opportunity to spend long hours alone driving with Sri Chinmoy, our spiritual Master. Nevertheless, often he felt better not to distract the Master with his personal questions, and rather preferred to leave the Master to do what was necessary inwardly, and if outer action was necessary, that it should happen mostly by the Master's own initiative. Only rarely he would start a conversation.</p>
<p>One time, however, he asked a meta-question: when we do not want to ask Guru something on the outer plane, how to get answers to our questions? Guru replied that we could write down a letter in a detailed way with our ideas and feelings and place it on our shrines.</p>
<p>One time, I had a will to surrender one of my imperfections, but it was so recalcitrant! I wrote a letter sitting on my shrine. By the time I finished writing the letter and decided to do a short meditation, the problem was totally gone!</p>
<p>Later on, I noticed that it came back slowly. By then I had realised that not only I needed special grace to have it removed, but that in the future this grace would also show me how to gradually change my life in such a way that this imperfection would not find its way back. So I had two lessons with one question, two boons with one prayer! Who would dare say that we do the work and God gives the finishing touches?</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/asking-questions-ones-spiritual-master">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>When I became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, I felt that whatever inner guidance I could get from within had increased manifold in quantity, quality, clearness and purpose. This inner guidance would come in the form of inspiration to do something, a practical ideal or an unexplained urge to be somewhere. The more I listened to that inner guidance, the more often I could hear it, and the more harmonious, fulfilling, interesting and filled with purpose my life became. The more I meditated with my Master's picture, the better my day became. I would suddenly remember very important things I had forgotten after looking at his picture for a minute. A tiny fount of gratitude was welling up in my heart. This tiny grateful feeling that I felt also helped me to feel close to him and loved by God.</p>
<p>Mind you that I lived over 7.000km away from my Master.</p>
<p>Yet I felt him walk with me on the streets, visiting the market with me, helping me with my homework, running with me in the morning, putting me to sleep in the evening.</p>
<p>Two years after becoming his student, I had the chance to see him in person.</p>
<p>I did not have any expectation - I already knew how much he loved me from those two years. When I did really see him, there was no outer spiritual experience such as seeing light, etc. It was a mere continuation of what I felt at home everyday. (But it was definitely more fun!) Guru was not only a real spiritual Master, but also finely developed in every human qualitiy - intelligent, polite, spontaneous, fun, powerful, tireless, inspiring, loving, sweet, caring, etc.</p>
<p>I never felt like asking him personally or by letter any question abouy my spiritual life. They have been answered daily during my meditation, during my working hours, during my sleep and my readings. The two years of physical distance only made me feel for sure that he was my Master and I only pray I can be his disciple for all the years that now follow.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/masters-presence">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Narada Michael Walden remembers Sri Chinmoy on his 91st Birthday</h2>
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<p>Question: What is the secret of your success?</p>
<p>Narada: It is called divine love. When you love the person you are with and you make them feel loved they can be their best. And these are secrets Guru taught me and taught all of us. All disciples know the secret that if we have love and we have the feeling of happiness in our heart, then those who are around us, and those we are trying to inspire. If we are inspired we can inspire them and this feeling is very contagious. And that feeling is the God feeling. It opens everything up. People get happy and want to get into that zone and before you know it you are making hit records or running marathons or doing whatever Guru wanted you to do at that time.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy with Narada Michael Walden 1984. Photo: Bhashwar.</p>
<h3>Becoming a disciple</h3>
<p><strong>Narada: </strong>I<strong> </strong>shaved my beard, put on a little white dashiki my mom had made for me and we had a black limousine and my manager was Greg Bell. And Greg Bell drove me down in the black limousine to the meditation. And when I got there, it was only one chair left on the girl's side. I sat on the girl's side and they were all so beautiful in their beautiful coloured saris. Yeah. And the boys were wearing white on their side. Guru was singing and playing the harmonium. And when he was playing the harmonium, he was really in a trance. He kind of looked at me because he could see me sitting on the girl's side, he looked at me as he was singing, and kept on singing.</p>
<p>And then about 5 minutes later, this lady named Akuti. She read from a book called <em>The Dance of Life, part two</em>. As she read the poems, it was so beautiful, and it was just tearing at my heart because the poems were like, How many more tears can I cry for you, Lord? How many more days was I go longing for you? I mean, they went on and on like that.</p>
<p>Then it hit me. - Michael, are you ready for this? Are you ready for this? You think you want it, but are you ready for it? because it's so intense. And then we went upstairs to the library. I had just enough money to buy a book to buy that book, <em>The Dance of Life </em>when I'm coming back downstairs, and Guru was standing there and he just stands before me. He begins to meditate. He puts his eyes up like this.</p>
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<p>And he kind of very quietly concentrates. And after a long time, he said,</p>
<p>“You are Mahavishnu's friend?”</p>
<p>I said, Yes, I am.</p>
<p>He said: ”You would like to become my disciple.”</p>
<p>Yes, Guru, I think. I think I'm ready.</p>
<p>He said “I accept you with all my heart.”</p>
<p>And as he walked away, I felt like an explosion in my heart. Wow. I felt like an explosion in my heart of gratitude that this great man accepted me. Wow. And that's how it began.</p>
<p>And I'm telling you, it was like being on a rocket ship from that point forward. I moved down to be closer to the meditations every week and joining a band called Jatra, and spending time with disciples to learn their ways.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/narada-michael-walden-remembers-sri-chinmoy-his-91st-birthday">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Believe, take a step and proceed: a 6-day race experience</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>In April 2022, Susan Marshall ran the Sri Chinmoy Self Transcendence 6 day race. At the end of the fifth day, she had sat in second place, 16 miles behind the lead runner. But, on the last day of racing, she managed to complete an astonishing 84 miles, to win the race with a total of 442 miles. This is Susan’s report of her experience.</strong></p>
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<p>The first time I did well in a multi-day race, I felt that it was a gift from God. My expectations of what I thought I might achieve were shattered, well beyond my training and experience. It came out of the blue and presented itself to me, something I had never wanted, asked for, or needed – a hand shunting me in this direction, an illumined marker on the picture of my being, a little x on the map of what might lead me towards peace and happiness. From here, I began to equate my success in running with my worthiness as a human being. If I was doing well it meant some higher force was supporting me, validating me. This wasn’t a terrible litmus test of life, after all, if you’re doing well in one area, it tends to flow into other areas as well, but assuming a perpetual correlation leads to expectation, and in my case, despair when my body bucked under pressure.</p>
<p>This year's race was a little different. The night before it began, I went to meditate at Aspiration-Ground, our meditation garden in New York where we used to meditate with Sri Chinmoy, and stood in front of the portrait of Sri Chinmoy that stands at the entrance. Normally meditation takes a concentrated effort from me, but occasionally I get a reminder that there is something beyond me, the thing I am trying to reach, that really powers my meditation. In that moment I felt God’s Immortal Peace. It was above all human deeds, all human acceptance of light.  Whether or not the Earth was receptive to it was inconsequential. The mind that believes in crime and punishment, karma and retribution demand a slower process than that which came from this source. This mind looks for repentance before forgiveness, worthiness before favour, yet somehow hopes for a miracle. It longs for something that will grant it what it can’t reach, restore what it has lost and broken. The Grace simply was, and it was waiting there for anyone with the aspiration to reach out and touch it. And I felt that all of the runners at this race, who dared to come after the travel bans and social drought of 2021, however they ran, were a part of something divine, illumining, and special – a new hope.</p>
<p>For the first time, I wasn’t nervous before the race started. I had been all-consumingly occupied right up until three days before the race started, and as such the hopes, doubts and possibilities hadn’t gathered enough traction to sink their claws in. The race started and we simply went.</p>
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<p>Day One is always fast. You can move at a good speed, the tendons aren't burning in the body's panic to clamp down and hold you from moving forward. So no matter how much it rained, it was nothing to whinge about. The one-mile loop with its dips and troughs formed at least three serious puddles, in this case, known as lakes. Most people went around the outside but I preferred to crash through. Once the major puddles had established themselves as permanent features, enough to be assigned names, someone would come and lay down planks. The runners would clatter over, one or two at a time, rebounding each other's body weight on the downward stride.</p>
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<p>One of the mental brakes any runner puts on is fear of injury – running their body into strain in the first few days. The impending possibility of achilles trouble, the fear of the unknown, cautioned my approach, suggesting I dare not even knock at the gates lest they not open. A cautious approach is sometimes wise but for what I wanted, it was not enough. It was do or die. I knew troubles would come, but instead of staying on meerkat monitor – jumping at every sign of tension and predicting doom – I accepted troubles as part of my lot, and I let go of my resistance to them.</p>
<p>The first day I ran 100 miles. By noon, (start of day two) I had issues. Usually, I get two clear days before they rear their obstinate heads. Some of my aims for this race had been to a) assess the progress of my ongoing Achilles issues, b) if they cropped up to see if my body and brain would cope with them and c) translate this information into the feasibility of running a longer distance. My calf cramped up which was the reliable precursor of worse to come. However, my handler Bhauliya massaged this away and for the first time in forever, it didn't come back. This was progress. The whole achilles/peroneal was inflamed though and the whole ankle swelled by about 20 %. This was an ongoing battle of the race, which we managed with compression sleeves and marijuana cream I was given with strict instructions to apply topically only.</p>
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<p>I decided I would learn to run with pain, and I did. While the burning in the achilles subsided quite a lot with the cream, the swelling never went away. But don’t worry, I had plenty of other problems. The pain in my feet was so bad that in my last couple of hours every night I would walk the course, biting my fist, and gripping my head in an imaginary tearing out my of hair.  Only a few weeks after the race ended, when I was pondering how and why I came to have such terrible foot trouble, did I twig. My entire year of training for the race had been done predominantly on trails, and while this probably helped me in millions of other ways, didn’t prepare me for the cold hard impact of the pavement. Since that little epiphany, in my lead up to my next race, I’ve adopted a strict concrete diet, with the most minimalist of footwear, and the occasional barefoot foray.</p>
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<p>I cautioned my approach - running and a lot of walking, particularly in the afternoons. Long miles, long days stretched into a mindset of drudgery and defeat. My race plan became an artificial imposition composed of caution, self doubt and past experience resulting in a boring and mentally executed experience. And as it turns out, it was not helping me. Walking is actually harder on the feet, it involves more contact with the ground. But these are all things you don’t know until you do. And this was actually one of my goals of the race – to unconditionally proceed, regardless of inspiration or condition.</p>
<p>A few years back, a problem was not something I could live with – it was something that consumed my attention. I wasted so much time – stopping after every lap, trying this, trying that. It was like waiting for perfectly clear weather to play a game of cricket. But at some point, while I fought with my insoles and sulked in the corner, I noticed other runners going round and round, not stopping, slowly but surely building up miles. The joy of their momentum entered into me, and I resolved to change my approach. So I had learned something, but I still needed to learn more. And while I was aiming for more time spent on the course, I work better when I take more breaks, run a little faster while I’m actually out there and recover better for the next leg.</p>
<p>I planned many escapes from the race. On the third morning (end of day two. By the way, this is actually a seven-day race, spanning six 24 periods. This had one of my supporters in Australia emailing me, endlessly confused, telling me the results were always delayed, reassuring me the race was nearly over when it wasn’t) I woke up with my tonsils inflamed. I whined to my helper, hoping to be presented to a doctor as soon as one was available, but the relentless Bhauliya chirpily administered me with Vitamin C and kicked me back round the track. On the sixth morning (day 5) I took a COVID test – the dry cough and goops of snot surely manifestations of serious illness but escape denied – the test was negative.</p>
<p>I had mental escapes in dreams of the end. I fantasised about being at the laundromat, washing off what I’d spilt on my red jacket that was now permanently stuck with me. I eyed the sleeves of my green jacket that were darkened with the sweat I’d wiped from my face and visualised attacking them with a brush. My running clothes were feeling like prison garb, civilian dress the finery of the free. Waking from one brief nap I became transfixed by my terrible toenails. Bhauliya summoned my attention back to the race, repeatedly insisting this was not the time. (Although we could have sent a photo to my mother, who loves to proclaim upon each sighting of my quite classic runners feet that they should both be amputated.)</p>
<p>The possibilities were dwindling. From a goal of 450 miles, I was facing a strategy that would get me to 400. And I was in second place, about which I was ambivalent. I’d basically accomplished my goal. I’d proved I could run 60+ miles a day without grumbling and moaning. I’d shown my mind I could have a physical problem and still do okay. But I was not overjoyed.  The heart is never happy with anything less than full speed, and I was limiting myself.</p>
<p>At this point a friend of mine who has done much much better in these races than I have taken this moment to make me face what I was trying to hide from. She could see I could do better than I was, and encouraged me to aim much higher. She said I was running from the mind again, and if I opened my heart much more was possible. I’m very shy with pushing beyond. We tend to think that failure is worse than lack of success, but actually, failure and success are inconsequential compared to our effort, and what we achieve through just trying. I also knew it was going to be painful, I mulled on her recommendations for a lap, then next time I came round to Bhauliya said “We’re going for the top now.” Of course she was right in.</p>
<p>Finally, I was enjoying the race. The hours became less long because I needed and valued each one. Each mile was precious, each lap either a gain or loss of position. I was knocking upon the walls and barriers in my own mind and finding they were illusory. The joy in a multi-day race is that it does take you beyond your mind. It invites the unknown directly into every part of your being. Slowly but surely my mileage climbed and by the end of the night, I was in the first position.</p>
<p>If you’d ever like to see a live action zombie experience, do come along to the end of the six day race when year, especially when there’s been a good competition on between a couple of the runners. I had slept two hours and by the final hours was slightly broken on the course, moving on autopilot, running weird mathematics through my head calculating my pace and resulting mileage. I was walking, trying not to cry, and almost disbelieving I had done it.</p>
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<p>At noon the race ended – I had reached 442 miles. While the other runners slapped each other on the back and participated in the camaraderie, I slunk into my tent. I was feeling sick, weird, and totally exhausted. They brought me lunch whereupon I demonstrated it is possible to eat salad lying down. (Why did they give me that?).</p>
<p>It took me more than a few days to recover and I was left with an unusual sense of how thin the line is between victory and defeat, often the result of a single decision. Although looking kindly at myself I see that a crossroads is only reached after many before it, and each decision we make is bolstered by the wisdom of all our good and bad experiences. The decision to finally step into the heart came when I saw that my mind had got me somewhere, but not where I wanted to be. My heart called me in and showed me what it could do for me.</p>
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<p>We all believe in miracles. And what is a miracle but a power beyond our comprehension (working in our favour)? But through persistence, through determination, through gradual development of awareness, knowledge and capacity that comes from the heart’s aspiration to transform itself and all, we become that miracle. Conditions are never right. We are never perfect. But when we proceed, accepting the challenges not as obstacles, but as the explanation for why we are not where we want to be, and taking this opportunity to transform part of our world. Although our limitations are our present story, we take a walk, a run, or a leap of faith, because our inner eyes are seeing that we have more to give to this world around us. And through our efforts, these miracles become real. We carve them into the soil of time, we create tracks for others to follow.</p>
<p>Winning the race was not a miracle. A miracle is every runner there who believed they could do something unbelievable, and every person who knows that despite their conditions, despite themselves, despite the world around them, we will all soon be more if we believe, take a step and proceed.</p>
<p><strong>Further reading</strong></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoyultraphoto.com/6-and-10-day-race/2022/">6 Day Race Photos</a></li>
<li><a href="https://us.srichinmoyraces.org/events/6-10-day-race">6 Day Race</a> at Sri Chinmoy Races</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/personal-experience-self-transcendence-6-day-race">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;If I find a Master, he would have to tell me that all men are brothers.&#039;</h2>
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<p>I started on my path long ago, when I was probably about two years of age in a crib, an infant&#39;s crib. I can remember to this day my saying. &ldquo;I can beat God up at any time.&rdquo; I looked across the room to see my mother crying, saying, &quot;Please God, forgive him.&quot; That was my first spiritual experience with God.</p>
<p>During the following years, I could hear myself constantly repeating, &quot;My Lord, if I should go mad or crazy, do not allow me to forget you.&quot;</p>
<p>Over the years something happened. At the age of 13, somehow I forgot God.</p>
<p>As the years went on, at around age 29, something happened. I was looking at a movie. A farmer who was farming his land was very successful. Three years passed. He had no crops. He fell to his knees and he cried to God and said, &quot;My Lord, have I been so ungrateful as to not give you gratitude for those years my crops were successful?&quot;</p>
<p>I was taken by that remark. Suddenly, God appeared back into my mind after all the years that I had forgotten him. I started praying to God intensely.</p>
<p>In the meantime, I was very heartbroken by many of the incidents I saw happening in the world&mdash;man&#39;s inhumanity to man. I felt that if God had not come to me in some form that I was going to commit suicide or leave this world. That was in 1971.</p>
<p>At that time, someone gave me a book called The Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda. It brought tears to my eyes because I realised that there was some kind of communication between God and man, and that with a God-Realised Master, I could realise God. With tears in my eyes I thought, &ldquo;If I could find the Master, he would have to tell me that all men are brothers.&rdquo;</p>
<p>While I was studying in the library for my civil engineer&#39;s degree, I saw a flyer saying that Sri Chinmoy would be giving a lecture at Columbia University. I had seen Sri Chinmoy six months earlier at New York University. At that time, I said, &ldquo;This man can never be my Master.&rdquo;</p>
<p>When I went to Columbia University to see Sri Chinmoy, I was met by a consciousness I had never experienced before. I was inundated with that consciousness to such a state that I could not hear what Guru was saying. While in that state of consciousness, I heard a voice say to me, &quot;Open your eyes.&quot; I opened my eyes to hear Guru&rsquo;s final words as he was finishing his lecture: &ldquo;All men are brothers.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I went back into that state of high consciousness, swimming with delight. I heard another voice say, &quot;Open your eyes, fold your hands and bow.&quot; I was sitting in the last row, first aisle. I opened my eyes and I saw Sri Chinmoy had come up the aisle and was standing no further than two feet from me. He came around to my back and placed his right hand on my right shoulder and his left hand on my left shoulder. The rest is history.</p>
<p>Guru apparently asked one of the disciples to get some information on &ldquo;the young man that was sitting in the back row.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The disciple came and got my information. The following week I was asked to come to Guru&rsquo;s house. I went to his house and he was sitting on his throne getting ready to meditate. Guru finished his meditation and he looked around to see who was on the veranda. That was where I was. It was a crowded night. Students were packed tight sitting all over the place.</p>
<p>Guru got off his throne and made his way to the veranda, heading straight for me. He came and stood in front of me and meditated on me for what seemed to be anywhere between 30 seconds to a minute. He then looked at me and said, &ldquo;You can come with me anywhere I go.&rdquo;</p>
<p>That was it. I followed Guru from that point on to where I am now.</p>
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<p><em>Faithful</em></p>
<p>Faithful to the end<br/>
My heart shall be.<br/>
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Faithful from the beginning to the end<br/>
My life shall be.<br/>
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Faithful from before the beginningless beginning<br/>
To long after the endless end<br/>
My soul shall be.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_y2oi598" title="Lord, I ask You for one favour,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_y2oi598">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_y2oi598"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_y2oi598">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/laf-49">Lord, I ask You for one favour</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1975</li>
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<h2>When a great person helps you to discover your soul</h2>
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<p><em>Irina Malikova was the head of international relations for the Gorbachev Founndation, and a dear friend of President Gorbachev and Sri Chinmoy. The following are some excerpts from their video interview.</em></p>
<p><strong>Irina:</strong> When Guru came to visit where where we were staying at Dimitri (my son) immediately rushed towards him, sat on his lap embraced him and said this is my grandpa.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha:</strong> Guru tells a story too - this is direct quote from Guru:</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with gifts for Irina and Dmitri, 2004</figcaption>
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<p>This is a story about Dimitri, Irina Malikova's little son. Today I was talking to him on the phone. I said, “Lotika will be here shortly. When she goes back to Moscow, I will send lots and lots of gifts for you.”</p>
<p>Then he said, “But Guru, you are the best gift.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>And that melted Guru's heart. I'm just wondering can you just maybe tell us a little bit more about Guru's special connection with Dima and also with your whole family, maybe can you just tell us all something?</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with Irina and Dmitry, 1992</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Dmitri:</strong> I just remember that he was the brightest person that I've ever met in my life. He was a gift to this world and I could feel it even when I was a child. And there was a unique connection between us which I will remember for the rest of my life. And every time when we met in person it was an event for me, you know, it was an occasion. It was something special, something unique, something that couldn't be ever repeated with anybody else.</p>
<p>I saw that he was probably the purest person that I've met and he was bright in the way that he could get the attention of people and he could share what he's feeling and what he's thinking and everybody would understand what he means. And he was a center for many people; there was really really something unique about him. Something that I've never encountered in anyone else.</p>
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<figcaption>Irina shows Sri Chinmoy photos of Dmitri, 1997</figcaption>
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<p>Michael Gorbachev was another example. Also, a unique experience and somebody I will always remember.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha:</strong> And what do you remember about when you were with Mikhail Gorbachev?</p>
<p><strong>Dmitri: </strong>I remember that he was, you could feel that he understands a lot about the world. And he understands more than you know. And he can connect with anybody and he can find a common language with anybody. He can share his ideas and share his views with people understanding him without any issue.</p>
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<p><strong>Irina:</strong> And I can tell you another story, you know of Dimitri and the president. So it was Dimitri's first day to school, you know, and after the first lesson, I took him because it was just one lesson, you know. Dimitri was six years and a half and I had to go rush to do the foundation, so I took him with me. And in the elevator, we met with the President, and he said "Oh, we have guests!'' Because he knew Dimitri since he was born - by the way, when he was going to be born and when the President knew this piece of news he said, oh, it will change all your life, Irina.</p>
<p>So, we went to his office. And Dimitri sat on his lap. The President was giving his blessing to Dimitri and wishing him a lot of success during his studies at school, you know, and when we were leaving - understanding that he has a lot of things to, do a lot of work, at that time he was the president of the Green Cross International - the President gave Dimitri a crystal globe, and he said, I'm giving to you Dimitri, our Earth, and you the new generation should take care of the Earth. And you know what Dimitri said? Please, Mikhail Sergeyevich, I want you to take care of yourself.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha:</strong> Your son was born with a very big heart.</p>
<p><strong>Irina: </strong>Yes, Guru said that. The parents give the body to the child, but God gives the soul. I think that it was Guru who enriched Dimitri's soul, and I can tell you that I'm totally thankful to Guru, because Dimitri - not because he's my son, I'm very objective, but has a very pure soul. Those qualities, which I cherish the most in Guru and in President Gorbachev- the purity, the dedication, the devotion, the ability to love. Endless love, you know, self-giving love, to everyone.</p>
<p>You know thanks to the President, I could know a lot of things about life about politics, about people. I could know many many interesting and outstanding people. Both the President and Guru were like dads to me, you know, my senior friends and my teachers who gave me joy-experience, who discovered my soul to myself. You and all the disciples know that. You live and you don't think about yourself, and all of a sudden a person, a great person helps you to discover your soul.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with President Gorbachev, 2006. The president's daughter, Irina, is seated to the right.</figcaption>
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<p>I do remember when Guru showed me my soul. It was my first trip to America and my short visit to Guru, it was August 1992 I think. Nishtha brought me from one hotel to Kritagyata's and then to the tennis court when I met Guru. And the morning singers whose bright and soulful eyes I will remember for all my life, they were so beautiful, those eyes, those souls. They were showing me everything, and all of a sudden I was attracted by some force to to the track, to Guru's track, and some of the girls told me you cannot go there, but Guru stopped them.</p>
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<p>I entered the track area. I was walking all around, I remember remember every plant at that moment.moment. And all of a sudden I saw a bright blue bird in there. I was mesmerized, really, because I never saw such a beauty. And when I came out, a little bit shocked by everything and especially by that bird,  I said, oh, I saw such a beautiful totally blue bird there. And the girls were saying no, we don't have those birds in America. And Guru said no, we have, she saw it.</p>
<p>Then the years passed. It was many years after. I had a surgery, and the anasthesia was so strong that I couldn't wake up, but I saw under all this anasthesia some strange beings trying to to take me to somewhere through a tunnel and they brought me to a very bright lighted room, a hall, saying let's go, let's go with us. I said, I don't want to go with you. And all of a sudden I saw a huge figure, an image of Guru in front of me, huge, half transparent, holding a big bright blue crystal in his hands and he was giving it to me and saying take it and scream the magic word. And I screamed and woke up. And I saw the faces, of many doctors around me saying, can you imagine, we have spent four hours trying to wake her up.</p>
<p>When I told that to Guru, I said Guru, tell me what happened, what was that crystal? He said no, tell me first. What was the magic word? I said Dimitri. He said, right. Right it was and I can tell you that that bright crystal was your soul. Do you remember that blue bird, in America, you saw the first time you saw me? I was introducing you to your soul and this time with that crystal, I have returned it to you.</p>
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<p><em><strong>The following conversation took place some months after Irina's surgery:</strong></em></p>
<p><em>Irina:</em> I had a very nice experience with my surgery. Normally I should have been afraid, because it was major surgery, but to my own and everybody's surprise, I was so sure about everything that I did not feel nervous. The doctors said they had never seen a patient with so little anxiety about his health. It was not a question of my victory. It is just that I physically felt your presence in the surgery room, and that helped me a lot.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> I told you not to worry. I said there would be absolutely no problem, and I promised you that I would be there for your operation. If the consciousness and the vibration of the room had been a little higher, then you would have seen me. But definitely I was there; I was there!</p>
<p>Sometimes when I know the date of an operation, I do not even need to know the exact hour. If someone is close to me, even if he notifies me a month in advance, I can promise to take care of it. And my promise will definitely be fulfilled. At the time of the operation, my physical mind may not even be aware that it is taking place, but I have many, many inner representatives who will act on my behalf. One of my inner beings will keep my promise for me.</p>
<p>But in your case, it was totally different. I did not depend on my inner beings; I was directly involved one hundred per cent. The day before the operation I called you, and also that morning I called you.</p>
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<p>And you know, the memory is so vivid, of all my moments with Guru. Even about the poison ivy on the track and the fragrance of Gardenia. And I can tell you that Guru came and still comes to me. I can feel it and sometimes even other people can feel it. In a very very hard moment for my family, I was standing out on the front of my house in Moscow, near by Moscow, shocked by everything, you know, and I didn't know what to do, all those things about my husband and my mother and myself and Dimitri who was in Germany with his grandfather. Thank God he was not there.</p>
<p>And all of a sudden a big white dove came flying towards me and sat nearby. First of all, I couldn't understand but I realized in this countryside, I've never seen a white dove, never ever. Beautiful, absolutely white, big. And he wouldn't, he wouldn't stand out, you know. I went to take food for it, you know for him and he would never go out, then I realized that first of all it was not causality. Then I felt it was Guru giving me sign of alert and hope at the same time. He was saying he was showing that something is happening, something would happen,but everything would be okay with his help. Maybe I have not realized all of it, at that very moment. First it was very strange to me, you know,to see that white dove go walking around me, you know on the staircases in the front door. But it was walking around me, looking at me.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/friends/irina-malikova/gardenia.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And I could tell you that in other difficult moments, I feel the fragrance of Gardenia which was favorite Guru's fragrance. Absolutely. All of a sudden in the empty room, empty house, I feel the fragrance of Gardenia, can you imagine and I know Guru is there to support me. Maybe it sounds crazy, but its how I feel it.</p>
<p>And I can tell you that all my family, they are treasuring Guru. My mother, let her rest in peace, she received her name without being a disciple because she was treasured by Guru - Janakala. She trusted Guru without seeing him. And when she saw him during his visit to my home in Russia, you know in Moscow, she was crying like a baby, because he was one of the most beloved persons on the earth, you know and it was her gratitude to him for his closeness to our family, for his assistance, for his love and everything.</p>
<p>And Dimitri also, as you saw. You know, when we received the very dramatic and tragic notice about Guru's passing away, you know it was early in the morning when Nishtha called me. It was just two weeks after I saw Guru for the last time, in St Petersburg. I was so shocked, I woke up all my family, and you know what Dimitri said? His first reaction with tears in his eyes - Mum, we should go to New York. We should go. He was 12 at the time.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha:</strong> Amazing. What an amazing  child you have brought to earth.</p>
<p><strong>Irina:</strong> You know, Guru really was great, because you know what? The President never spoke about God, he was not a believer but once he told me already after I have abandoned my job, but I visited, I try to visit, you know the foundation as frequently as I could, you know. And he said, I can recognize, Irena, I can tell you that Guru made me believe in God. Sri Chinmoy made me believe in God.</p>
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<p>You know, Nishtha told me that once Guru said that in their previous incarnations Guru, the President and my dad, they're very close friends. As well, he told about all the incarnations of my family - my mother was a bull, my husband was a horse, Dmitri was a deer and I was a swan.</p>
<p>I can tell you another story. I was in Spain at a charity fair, I was invited by one of my good friends from Madrid, and there were a lot of the royal family and and aristocracy and charity people from all around the world. Among them was a head of white magicians of Brazil, a huge black lady dressed in white. And she wanted to tell me my future and I didn't want, I said no, no, no, thank you. So during the whole week I was saying no, thank you, I don't want, and all my friends around me, they were begging, Irina, please. I said, okay. Don't speak about my future, speak about my job, speak about the Foundation. That's my condition.</p>
<p>So we entered the very dark room with candles and stones and shells and all that stuff they use, and she was with her white assistant, young assistant, and she was trying to tell me something. I was very tense, concentrated because she was speaking Brazilian Portuguese, so I had to find out the right thing with my Spanish. And all of a sudden, she pronounced, you should trust only your intuition at that very moment. The phone rang. The assistant took the phone and she said no, I can't understand, because it was asking for Irina, and she gave the phone to me and it was Nishtha. She said Guru wanted me to tell you that you must trust, only trust your intuition. Can you imagine that?</p>
<p>The same moment I put down the phone and turn my head to to those ladies, such a horrible thing - the assistant collapsed on the floor. Then the black lady turned gray with her eyes, upwards, and started shaking like crazy. The candles went out. I was horrified, I stood to to call the ambulance or someone to help, but her eyes came back.</p>
<p>And she said "whoa, who was that?"<br/>
I said "No, tell me what was that?"<br/>
She said "Tell me, who was that."<br/>
I said "It's a a message from my elder friend and teacher, an Indian Guru from New York. So tell me what was that. What happened? "<br/>
She said, "I read it in an antique book about magic - he made a triangle, a cosmic space triangle between himself. you and me and stopped me. I am afraid of you."<br/>
I said "I am afraid of <em>you</em>. I'm sorry. I told you not to speak about myself, not to speak about me, and you wouldn't. You wouldn't have had that horrible experience."</p>
<p>We came out, and all our friends who begged me, they were sitting, asking what happened? I said better not to speak about it. And the lady, she was silent and the assistant was screaming "She's a witch, she's a witch, don't come near me!". I said, you don't come next to <em>me</em>, never.</p>
<p>You know, there was a time, that hard time in my life, you know 14 years ago when we lost Guru and we had a lot of problems in my family, you know dramatic problems, you know, I went to an empath. Nice lady, very spiritual. And she was working on me. And when she stopped, you know, she said Irina, I felt some experience I've never felt in my life. Somebody from there was watching me and controlling me, and even stopping me at some moments. Tell me, who is that? And she was crying. She was very pure, she was a very talented and pure soulful lady.  She said, It is an unique experience for me. I felt someone from there is watching and controlling me and protecting you.</p>
<p>And I can tell you that each visit to New York, it was it was the happiest time and it was a spiritual retreat for me. I want to send my love and my greetings you, to Ranjana, to all the disciples, you know my sisters and brothers, with all my gratitude of accepting me to your family, you know feeling me as a member of your family and you are my family and I treasure it and I'll be always grateful to Guru and to all of you for everything you've done and you're doing. And I'm also grateful to all of you for your love to the President and your love to Guru and for everything you're doing to make possible the continuation of Guru's legacy. And I am asking you to reinforce your efforts for peace which the world needs in these tragicand very painful for all of us moments. And I hope that all our efforts and the message of our souls will win. We shall overcome.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha:</strong> We shall overcome, and Guru has said that world peace will dawn on on Earth, either the near or the distant future, but it is a real reality. And so yes, there's fighting here, there, there may be in the future, but as you said, the Supreme will win, and President Gorbachev and Guru, their dreams will be victorious for sure.</p>
<p><strong>Irina:</strong> And all of our dreams with them. And our thoughts because I do believe that thoughts have material strength and so let's join our thoughts and our wishes, for peace.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/irina-malikova">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><em>Rabbi Marc Gellman is a beloved Rabbi and author of many children’s books. For many years he co-presented The God Squad, a nationally syndicated interfaith programme, with his best friend Monsignor Tom Hartman, who was known to all as Father Tom. Father Tom had a lifelong friendship with Sri Chinmoy, and introduced Rabbi Gellman to him at a ceremony where Sri Chinmoy honoured both of them for their outstanding service. Rabbi Gellman is interviewed here by Dr Agraha Levine.</em></p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> So I'm happy to be with you. Honoured, really.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Oh, my God, we're the ones honoured. You know, by the way, I took the opportunity and looked up the date - it was May 23rd, 2001, when you and Father Tom were with Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Right, and it was Tom's birthday, the 21st was his birthday. That's why we were there. It was actually, I kind of forced my way in. It was really a meeting between Sri and Tom about his birthday. And Sri was gracious enough to include me in that day. And I was so anxious and so happy and thrilled to meet him and to with Tom to get lifted by him.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Wow. And then what was that whole experience like for you, when you met Sri Chinmoy, when you were lifted, and your good friend, too?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> For people who are watching this who don't know what I'm referring to, let me bring you in, so you're completely aware of this extraordinary ability that Sri had. Its really, I think it's fair to say, a superhuman ability. Sri had built a device where he would sit in a chair, a bench and people would climb up this device. And there was a platform above the bench connected to a pole, the horizontal pole. Sri would grab the pole which supported the whole structure and push up so that anyone standing on the device would be lifted up. And just with the strength of his arms.</p>
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<p>You know, of course, the legs are more are stronger than the arms, but just with the strength of his back in his arms, he would lift people up. And this is I mean, I don't want to be indelicate about the fact that I was overweight and Tom was overweight at the time, but with all of our clothes and shoes and it was a cold day, and we had overcoats. I would say the combined weight, plus the device of the two of us was 500 and some odd pounds. It was a huge amount of weight, certainly over 600 pounds altogether. And he just lifted us up.</p>
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<p>And it's an odd thing to say that being lifted physically can actually lift you spiritually, because there there are two different domains, the physical and the spiritual. But that I think is one of the great lessons that Sri Chinmoy and his mission in his life brought to the world, that there is no difference. Physical perfection and spiritual perfection. And that one of the the real flaws - he would never say anything has a flaw, but my interpretation is one of the flaws of the Western religious tradition - Judaism, Christianity, Islam. The Abrahamic faiths is and this really came, I think, mainly through Greek ideas of body and spirit and soul of matter and form, that the body is the source of sin. The body is the source of our limitation and the spirit, the soul, in Judaism we say <em>neshamah</em>, the soul in Hebrew. These are different, they're immaterial, they have nothing to do with the body. They're weighed down by the body. They're encumbered by the body. And that is, that's not true. That is profoundly untrue.</p>
<p>And what happens is, in the West you have traditions of people who were great thinkers but who had ignored their physical health, ignored their bodies, and ignored the truth of their physicality. And what that does is, it eventually causes you to despair about the future of your soul, because what you're really doing is you're despairing about the future of your body. And I think when you look at Sri's unique trait, most unique trait, which was his surpassing joyousness, when you look at that, it really was the result of a body and spirit that were in perfect harmony.</p>
<p>And the second thing I would say in addition to the body-spirit awareness that that day brought to me, was the the idea that it is - it is not conceivable, it is not true, it is not even plausible, that God would give all the truth to one people, to one religion, to one nation, to one group. It's not true and it's not reasonable. Why would the God of all people everywhere, give everything to one faith, one people, or one philosophy?</p>
<p>Now certainly there are philosophies that are evil and destructive and God has shunned them and we should shun them. And, you know, there are there are practises and philosophies that are really destructive. But the truth of the matter is that, all of the lifting-up truths, all of the positive truths, all of the ennobling truths are scattered amongst the different religions. And so this truth about body and soul that Sri embodied really in this lift, I think that is an example of that fact.</p>
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<p>And you can see how, outside his life, there is a kind of, at this point, a bleed-over of truth from the East to religions in the West. My successor in my synagogue, a woman rabbi, teaches a class in Torah yoga. Now, I don't know exactly what she does in the class. It's not important. The point is that she has used her practise of yoga to enrich her teaching of Judaism. And I was privileged to be a part of a meeting with the Dalai Lama, who was a friend of Tom's and a friend of mine, and he participated in some of our projects like our our HBO special and our book <em>How do you spell God?</em> And he understood this as well, that there's many paths up the same mountain. And that we are all climbers and that we need to learn from other climbers. What have you learnt about the mountain? What songs do you sing that help you climb? What foods do you eat that help you climb?</p>
<p>And so I learnt that from Sri, from his example. There are people who are perfected in the spirit and Tom Hartman was a man, who was not just my best friend, my partner in our work together. But he was my teacher as well. That's why our friendship was so much deeper than just a friendship. It was a missionary friendship - our efforts were all directed to sending out into the world a message. We know enough about how we are different. We do not know enough yet about how we are all the same. That was the message of <em>The God Squad</em>. And so Tom was was spiritually perfected. He wasn't, and I also wasn't and am not physically perfect. And and I think the gap was difficult for both of us. After his death his spirit came to me in ways that are really quite remarkable and jarring in a certain way. But it was quite clear that to me that the physical encumbrances of his Parkinson's disease and of his physical ailments have completely melted away and that his spirit was completely luminous. And it has been guiding me since his death.</p>
<p>One final impact of the visit with Sri was something I never told you about. And I have a little show and tell here - this is a gift from Sri to us.  Sri sent us this laminated song with a picture of us at the very first time we met. That was early in our friendship. It was 1987. And so here it is, the lyrics of this Sri Chinmoy authored song.</p>
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<p>God Squad, God squad, God squad, God.<br/>
All love, all joy, no iron rod.<br/>
Christianity, Judaism embrace oneness,<br/>
heart and oneness, life and face.<br/>
Father Tom and Rabbi Gellman.<br/>
You have revealed God's special plan.</p>
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<p>And then it's in music, which I can't read and I can't sing. So me attempt this. (sings song)</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Well, bravo. It was very good, actually.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I have no idea if those were the notes he put down or that's the way you want it sung. But that's the best I can do.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Well, you did great. It brings it to life. You know, I could feel it much more when you sing it.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And so back to this point about Sri's physical development. It is common now for people to realise that yogins have physical abilities that are just striking. Yes. I mean, stopping their heart rate, you know, the the cliched stuff of walking on a bed of nails and walking on coals and being immune to pain and those kinds of things. But Sri's ability to lift weights that were - first of all, how old was he in 2001?</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> So that would have made him 70 years old.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> So for a 70 year old man to lift over 600 pounds from a sitting position, not using his legs. I mean, if he had pushed with his legs, it still would be unbelievable. But just using his arms, and straight up push - it was a press, I guess - it's not doable. It's not possible for a 70 year old person to do what he did. Not possible. And yet it was, in the end, he did it. And I think actually that day Al Gore was about to be lifted. But Sri kicked out Al Gore that day so he could lift the God squad.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> That's correct.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I can't lift you because I want to lift <em>The God Squad</em> on Father Tom's birthday.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> That's right, I knew that.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> So you meet a person who can do that, and you say, well, wait a minute, the limitations of our mind are artificial and the limitations of our body are artificial, and we are stronger and wiser than we could ever imagine if we will only exercise those capacities. So I learnt that from him as well.</p>
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<p>And after Tom died - the final thing I wanted to say in memory of Sri and also to ask you if you've had similar experiences - when Tommy was alive, he had a deep interest, I wouldn't say it was an obsession, but it was a very, very deep interest in psychics. They talk to people. Mediums. Talking to people who could supposedly talk to dead people.</p>
<p>Now, my role, I think that God intended, clearly intended, was to be introduced into his life to keep him more centred. So that he didn't go off the rails. And the bishop was very pleased with my impact.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> I guess he was!</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Because many of the psychics that he hung around with would write books and dedicate them to Tom. And this was not good for his career as a priest. The Church looked askance at séances and consulting mediums. Which I completely agree with. I found that many of them -  Tom took me to one; of course, I won't mention his name because it was a story that doesn't reflect well upon him. We went to one of these meetings and it's in a community filled with Italian-Americans. So the room had about 40 people in it, all of them mourners, all of them looking to contact their dead relatives. The psychic was doing something and said, okay, I'm getting a message from the other side. Does anyone here know a Maria? 50 hands went up. Well, it's an Italian community, and I'm kicking Tom, hitting him with my elbow - What? Really? What a genius, he got in a room of 40 Italian-Americans, and someone is mourning a Maria?</p>
<p>Tommy was embarrassed, and I was out of my mind with joy because my job was to make fun of things that are not true. I'm a philosopher. I have a Ph.D. in philosophy, and I have a rational side. And I know how to destroy an idea. But my intellectual capacities to destroy false ideas also ended up destroying people. Because when you rip an idea out of them, it's like doing surgery without anaesthesia, it's just too painful. And they don't ever give up the bad idea. So what I discovered is that laughter, joy, humour was the anaesthesia that enables people to laugh at foolish ideas and enable them to freely let them go.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> What a beautiful thing you learned!</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And it wasn't anything I learnt. Well, I guess it's something that I didn't learn how to do, I just recognised that God had gifted me in this particular way. So anyway, so I said to Tom, Do you really? - and this was my rational side, when we were just alone, I would say, Tom, really? Really. Come on. Do you believe you can talk to dead people? And he said, Yes, I do. And I believe dead people can talk to us. And I said, okay, Tom, you need a drink, you need some drugs, you need something, because this is stupid. That's what it means to die. What it means to die is you lose your cell phone, it means you lose your capacity to connect to the world of the living.</p>
<p>I mean, I believe in the soul. I told him, and I believe the soul goes to God in some abstract way. But I didn't believe much more than that. Even though Judaism is very lush and elaborate about the soul, and that's where Christianity and Islam got their ideas of the soul. But we didn't just invent the soul, we got it from the Greeks because Aristotle brought it to the Middle East in 331 BC when he was the tutor of Alexander the Great.</p>
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<p>So I said, okay, Tom, we're going to have to agree to disagree on this thing. Just do me a favour - don't do any high profile psychic stuff. Because there is a problem, rationally speaking, there's a problem with people consulting psychics, and it has nothing to do with whether they can or cannot talk to dead people. The problem is it destroys their grief work, accepting the reality of death. They're saying, no, no, they're not really dead. They're just somewhere where I need this psychic to connect to them. And then they don't mourn the same way. They don't accept in the same way the finality of death. And so that's the problem with talking to dead people, it prevents you from accepting their, their death because you think it's really sort of imagining that they just moved to Cleveland, which is you're not going to go to generally, but they might go to and then maybe they call you from there. So that's the idea, I said.</p>
<p>And he said, but Mark, you never talk about death and life after death, you never preach about it. I said no, because I think we should be focused on this world. He would say, well, but look at Mother Teresa and Gandhi and and Martin Luther King: they didn't give up on this world and they believed in life after death. And he totally convinced me that I should talk about life after death because of the hope that it brings people.</p>
<p>Anyway, as Tommy was dying, I had a problem. And that problem was he was dying. And the problem I had, was I had counselled thousands of people through death in my work – now, this year, 50 years of work as a rabbi – I had counselled people and I knew in every case that I counselled, they needed me or some other counsellor in order to get through their grief work. They couldn't do it alone. Some people do it alone, but mostly people need a guide, a helper, someone to help them. And I was about to go into the valley of the shadow of death when Tom died.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> But you didn't have anyone.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I had no one.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> No-one to help guide you.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> No one. And it reminded me of this great story that a man comes to his teacher and says, I am deeply depressed because of the death of a friend, and I am sunk in and in despair. What can I do? And his teacher said, Well, this is simple. You go to this town and you ask to see the great clown Carlini. You go to see Carlini, and Carlini will heal you. Just with his smile, he will heal you. And so the man says to the teacher, no, my teacher, that will not work. The teacher said, why won't that work? He says, because I am Carlini.</p>
<p>Now I was Carlini. And I knew I needed someone. So I went reached out to Jean Kelly, you know, of the Interfaith Nutrition Network and the Mary Brennan Inn. And Jean is a truly actualised saint, I believe. And I said, look, Jean, I can't ask a rabbi to help me because they're all my students or they're all my admirers or they're all my detractors either way. They are of no use to me.  </p>
<p>So I need someone and I want you to be my rabbi to help me through the pain that I know is coming to me when Tom dies. Because we all know this, the level of pain and despair you have at the death of someone you love is directly proportional to the amount of love you had for the person. The more you love them, the more pain you're in. There's no way out of that. The Buddhists understand that in their truth about <em>dukkka</em>, about suffering. And so I said, I know this is going to be the worst, because I couldn't love him more. And I need you to help me get through it. And she said, okay.</p>
<p>And so what she did was she set up a meeting, several meetings with Tommy when he was lucid, before he went into his end of life fog. And she said to him one day, you know, Tom, when you die, it's going to be nothing for you, because you'll simply close your eyes and you'll wake up in God's arms. But when you die, it's going to destroy your best friend's life. And you need to help Mark more than you need to worry about your own death. And he said, yes, I understand that.</p>
<p>So he looked at me and he said, Mark, what can I do for you? I said, well, I don't know, I think there's nothing you can do to take away the pain and it's going to be very long. I said, people who love someone deeply, in my experience, take over a year to get through their grief. And I just did an essay responding to a New York Times article about how long grief should last. And it's six years since Tom's death, and I just this year came out of my grief work. And the image that I had was that I was underwater holding my breath because I was like a cork pushed underwater by a big wave. Every day I would wake up drowning, and I would cling to a truth. And that truth was, you are a cork. You are a cork, and God made you to pop up to the surface with your spiritual buoyancy while God has given you spiritual buoyancy, and that will bring you to the surface. But it hasn't brought you to the surface yet, because whatever, it's because of the depth of your grief. But hang on, hold your breath, and someday you will fill your lungs with fresh air. And that happened just this year. And that it happened in a variety of ways.  </p>
<p>I said, Tommy, one thing that would help me after you die, is that you could settle our years, decades long debate. I said, I want you when you're dead to send me a message. That you're dead and everything's okay and whatever you want to put in the message, I don't care. But it has to be unambiguous. It can't be I'm okay, Mark, pray for me, no, it has to be something unique, special, inescapable, unambiguous, clear.</p>
<p>He said, well, what sign do you want me to send you? I said, I can't tell you that, because then that let's say, I say, send me a yellow bird; then every time I see a yellow bird, even though it's just a yellow bird... So I said, nope, you have to think of a sign. Just make it unambiguous. And he said, okay, I'll do that. And we went on to other things.</p>
<p>And then, of course, he died. And for two years after his death, in 2016 in February, nothing came to me. Nothing. And every year after I retired from the synagogue in 2014, every year my synagogue wanted me to come back to preach a sermon on the high holidays and the second day of Rosh Hashanah. I would always call up our friend Mike Pascucci, who introduced us, and have chicken salad at a diner near my synagogue on Jericho Turnpike every year. And so it was our tradition. The second day of Rosh Hashanah, two years after Tommy died, we're having chicken salad at the diner on Jericho Turnpike. And Michael tells everyone at the table to leave except for me because he wants to speak to me privately. So they they were all quite amazed and they didn't understand why he was doing that, but they laughed.</p>
<p>And he looked at me and he said. Mark. Who is Saul? I said, What do you mean, who's Saul? He said, well let me tell you. This morning, I'm shaving in my bathroom and Tom Hartman came into my bathroom. I don't know, a ghost, the spirit, a voice; I'm not sure what form it took. But it came in to the bathroom and started talking to me and he said, so you're going to have a lunch with my best friend today? And Mike said, I told him, yeah, I'm meeting Marc for chicken salad, it's the second day of Rosh Hashanah, and we do that. And he said, good. He said, when you see Marc, tell him this. Saul thinks he's in charge of heaven, and heaven is the most beautiful place you have ever seen. So he said, I got the message, and I'm giving it to you. But there's only one problem, Marc. I don't know who Saul is, and I don't know what the meaning of this is. And I said, Michael, Saul is my dead father. My father died in 2007.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Oh, my God.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And my father had a trait that I inherited, which is I like talking to anybody. He used to talk to, people who ran elevators, to the clerks. When you used to throw a dime into the tollbooth and the guy there, he would talk to them. Dad spoke to everyone. And he was friendly to everyone. And interested in everyone. And he always thought he was in charge of stuff. And the truth about my father is that he was never in charge of anything. He didn't have a very financially successful life, and even in our home, my mother was sort of in charge of stuff.</p>
<p>And so the statement Saul thinks he's in charge of heaven is exactly, precisely how my father's soul would react to being in heaven. And the humour of it is exactly Tom's sense of humour. My father is going around thinking he's in charge of this place. And here is the point. Michael, of course, did not know who Saul was. Michael did not know Saul was the name of my father. I had known Michael for many years and we had never spoken about my father. He never met my father. Tommy never talked to him about my father. So there was only one way. Only one way. And Michael was not a phoney psychic, who said does anyone know a Maria? He's a regular guy. So there's only one way that, Michael could have known the name Saul. And that's if Tom Hartmann's soul didn't die. And its in heaven, and it came to Michael, and it said Saul thinks he's in charge of this place.</p>
<p>My hair on my arms stood up. I couldn't speak because it was, it was the one thing that I had asked Tom to do - send me an unambiguous sign. And so this was totally unambiguous. There's no other way to interpret it. There's no other way to explain it.  You know, normally cynics would say, yeah, he did research. He found out about your family. You know, psychics do that. They find out about someone in the audience and they do research on their family and then they call up a name that they supposedly could never have known, but they looked it up. And that's one of their cons. But Michael wasn't that. No.</p>
<p>So the rational part of my brain said to the mystical part of my brain, just like it did on the day Sri Chinmoy lifted us. Your rational brain, Marc, cannot understand some of these things because you are not meant to understand them now. They are meant for you to understand them later in your spiritual journey. Whether that journey involves you returning in a new body or in reincarnation, or whether this is the only time, who knows? So after that experience, I had decisive, rational proof. Not mystical proof. But rational proof that death is not the end of us. And I have from that time till now, gone around speaking about the importance of believing in life after death. And I believe in life after death. And I tell people about how the hope it brings.</p>
<p>So after Tom's death, several people, many people said to me, including Michael, said, look, <em>The God Squad</em> was too important, for you to give it up because Tom died. So for five now, six years. I was looking for a replacement. And I you know, I even interviewed some people and I realised how foolish it was because what Tom and I had was the result of deep, pure love. We were friends first, and then we became teachers to the world and in our little corner of the world and. You can't just go out and replace that. There's no way to find someone like that. I thought about putting an ad in the paper: wanted, best friend, must be a priest. How stupid is that?</p>
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<p>So in summary, that's what I know about Sri and what I love him for and what and and what I'm sure he is communicated when he was alive and after his passing to his followers and how grateful I am for his kindness to me and to Tom, and how much I appreciate and how proud I am of you and all of his followers who have created such a haven of love in the middle of Queens there in your outpost, and in your Centre.</p>
<p>And I think about all the doves that he drew, all the birds that he drew, the peace birds. And I think particularly now at this time of war, that that this message that you and I are sharing shouldn't be seen as some abstract message. It's a message about the war, it's about the suffering there. And how if people will mobilise their their ability to be lifters, in any way they can lift through good words, through solidarity, through kindness, through gifts of humanitarian relief. That that this war will will end and that the people of Ukraine will be redeemed.</p>
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<p>And particularly this week, which this Friday is the holiday of redemption for Jews. In Passover, the Seder is on Friday night, April 15th, and of course, it's Easter Sunday. And Good Friday is also April 15th for Christians. And so this this whole coming together this week, I think is very much supported by Tom and by Sri. And I was happy to be a part of it.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Oh, my God. You just gifted me, when I share with everyone here, we have hundreds and hundreds of our members have come again for the first time all over the world in two years. We always get together every April and August. Because April is when Sri Chinmoy came to America and all our peace work began, so we're observing that. And it's kind of like a new beginning for us, too. And so to hear that story of yours, of redemption and rebirth, of hope, is just exquisite. So I'm just so grateful to you.</p>
<p>I wanted to share one poem that has been of huge solace to me. And everything you said about passing, I wasn't prepared for the pain that I would experience when Sri Chinmoy passed. That was in 2007, and the very last poem he ever wrote, he actually dictated it to me on the phone. I was in Seattle at the time, and it was this one.</p>
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<p>And what was a very strange thing was he would always dictate like even numbers like 50 or 100, 200 poems at the time. And then he would say, How many do I have? Oh, let me get to 100 or how many more? Let me do another 10, 20. So this one was like number 73. After that poem, he just hung up the phone. And it was just a few days before his passing. And I was I was saying. In my mind, I was sort of freaking out, you know, and I say, Wait a minute. And what's going on here? And then I tried actually calling. I had a number or I could call at his house. I tried calling the number and I knew he was at home. He did not answer. He knew I was calling anyway. It. And after that, somehow it went away from my mind, you know? And then just like a week later, he passed. And then and again, it was the most painful thing I've ever experienced. But we had lots of people that we all came together to Queens again. And actually his physical is buried at at the same place you came, we called it Aspiration-Ground where you came, and then you were lifted. I think I think you were lifted.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> In the tennis court.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Right on the tennis court, exactly there. So that now is like a shrine area. Basically, it's all sacred for us and Sri Chinmoy is actually buried there. And we got special permission by, you know, the various authorities. But that poem kept coming back to me.</p>
<p>Anyway, so I thought that the journey that you've been through and to hear that story about your friendship, you know, with, with Father Tom and, and the your healing process is exquisitely beautiful, particularly those stories. And I mean, you have so much to teach and to continue teaching this so many people. I'm so grateful that you're continuing <em>The God Squad</em>, because I think Father Tom will also speak in and through you. And if there's something important he wants you to bring up to me, I don't think he'll hesitate to tell you.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I agree.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> You have a communication channel now. So, I mean, he's established it. But he had to follow your rule that, you know, the promise you made him make, he had to do it in such a way that you would believe it. What an amazing story. Sri Chinmoy says that he was born into a Hindu family, but now he said, now my religion is to love God and serve humanity. That is my religion. And I'm wondering as you relaunch <em>The God Squad</em>, your feelings about that and the teachings of, you alluded to that of the great faiths and what they really teach us, this idea of loving God and serving humanity, how does that fit in with with your your understanding of the various faiths and your beliefs?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Well. My mantra from Judaism is <em>Evdo adonai besimchua</em>, which in Hebrew means 'Serve the Lord in joy'. And that was my understanding of my gift and my need. Let me say it this way. The key to happiness is to unify your gift and your need. That is the key.</p>
<p>Recently I was asked by a woman who reads my newspaper column, which is circulated around the country and Newsday carries it every week - 'The God Squad'. Jean Pepitone, who teaches the theology class at Mercy High School in Middleton, Connecticut, a Catholic girls school - she assigned as their final exam, that they should all write Rabbi Gellman a question about God. These are like 50 kids. So last year, it took me three months of my column to answer every one of their questions. And afterwards, she said they were they were just so grateful that you took the time to do that. Could we ask you could you do a Zoom class for them? Wow. So I said, yes, I can do that, too. So I did a Zoom class for the juniors and seniors. And at that point, the questions began to coalesce into one question. Oh, they had various versions of it, but it was all one question. Which was Sri's question, which is the question of every climber. How do I know that the path I'm on is the path God wants me to be on? How do I know that? It's the only important question.  </p>
<p>So I don't know where this came from, but I said to them. Well, the key to knowing this is first you have to know what you're good at. And secondly, you have to use what you're good at to make the world better. That is the answer to your question. However, it's very difficult. And I said, let's go back and I'll explain why it's difficult. You have to know what you're good at. First of all, that's very difficult, particularly for teenagers who don't think, many of them don't think they're good at anything. So, find out what you're good at. I said you have to ask people. You have to look into your own soul, but you're not going to find anything there because you don't know what you're good at. Yes, you have to ask people. So the first people you would think you should ask are your parents?</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Yes.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> But they are the last people you should ask. And the reason is they love you and they think you're good at everything. And the truth is, you're not good at everything. And they don't have the guts to tell you you suck. I knew I always sucked at singing even when I wanted to join the choir. But the truth of the matter is, you're not good at everything. And your parents won't tell you that. Generally, if you have honest parents, they will. But they don't want to hurt your feelings because they love you. I said the best people to tell you what you're good at is your friends. Your friends know what you're good at.</p>
<p>So I'm doing the Zoom class, and the girl stands up and says. You told us that, and I asked my friends. And they said I'm the best one at stopping fights. Oh. So there it is. There it is. So that's what you're good at. You're good at stopping fights. So what that means is you should be a fight stopper. Psychiatrists, a psychologist, a social worker, a school counselor. Somebody who stops fights. A mediator. Somebody. And you use that talent to make the world a better place. I said, that's the key to it. The key to it is. To find out what you're good at and, to make the world a better place. That's beautiful.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Wow. I love that. That's so wise, so helpful.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> It's what I've learnt. So that experience of teaching these girls changed me. Because one night in my meditation, I asked myself, I said, Well, that was very good what you said for those girls. But you've never asked yourself that question. What are you good at? And I've been gifted to be good at several things. But what am I really good at? And since I grew up, as Tommy did in the sixties, and it was a turbulent time, and because I had intellectual capacities, I was smart. And I was also argumentative. And so I became, you know, one of those political activists. And I realised in my meditation that all my arguing, well, the war is good, this is bad, this is good, this is bad, all this, all my arguing had never convinced anyone of anything. And the reason is, no one is ever convinced to change a belief because they're assaulted. Because they are aggressively stripped of that belief. That's not how it happens. It happens because of love, and trust. And you grow into realising, what I believed about this was wrong.</p>
<p>And so what I grew into, which was essential in restarting <em>The God Squad</em> was, I had to face the fact that I'm not a good pundit, I'm not a good political activist. I can do it. I know the moves, but it's not my best part. And I realised my best part, the part in me that is a true gift, that isn't my talent, it's like just given to me, it was bestowed upon me by God, is that I am a storyteller of hope. I am a storyteller of hope.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> That's beautiful.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And that is what I should be doing. So <em>The God Squad</em> podcast and everything else I do from now on in my life will be stories of hope.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> How profound.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Really when you think about it - Sri was not a storyteller. Sri was a man of joy and singing and and just radiance, which is certainly one way to communicate joy. He wasn't a man of words in that way. You can't write thousands of poems and have each one be a masterpiece. They have a different purpose. And the purpose is to to strip, as I understood Sri's poetry, to strip the words of their toxic quality and let them shine with their loving qualities. That to me was his purpose. But the point of it is - everyone watching, everyone - there's something you're good at. And if you find out what you're good at, which you must do, it's your life's most important quest - what am I good at? And then do that to make the world better. Now you could find out that you could discover that you're good at punching people in the face. But that's not going to make the world a better place. So you must look at some quality you have that isn't destructive.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Well, one thing I want to say is that actually Sri Chinmoy did tell many stories. But but they're not as prominently featured, if you will, you know, as this poet, because he loved poetry more. There's a book of his stories with lessons that he told several books, but one got published by an outside publisher who sold Health Communications. And I can try and find that book and send it to you like.</p>
<p>So you -  it sounds like you're in constant communication with with Father Tom.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I mean, it's not like he communicates with me every day. But at this point, the channel is open. I think that's the perfect way to say it.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> That's beautiful. I was actually going to tell, when you were saying about not believing in communication with people who have passed and souls. I was going to tell some stories about Sri Chinmoy describing his putting certain people in touch with their loved ones and pretty amazing stories. But but you already have discovered on your own that one, you've got that down pat. And even better than that.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Did he communicate with dead people?</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> I mean, what he says, is communication with souls for him and for a spiritual teacher is like drinking water. Sometimes people would be in the physical, but he would still be communicating with their soul. And very often it would happen that someone's soul, he's out walking, someone's soul would come to him and he's speaking with them. And almost invariably, like a minute or two later, the body would come, you know, and he'd see. But but it often happened with people who had passed. And he would tell us about a conversation he would have sometimes with very great spiritual luminaries.</p>
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<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> So at some point, you know, you're enlightened. And that's the difference between Buddhas and ordinary people or saints in the Christian tradition, <em>tzadikim</em> in the Jewish tradition, where certain people can be completely realised in this life. And Sri was obviously was completely realised in this life. But it is so rare. It is so rare because of primarily the physical encumbrances, you know, your hungers, your appetites, what Buddhists called tanha, which means attachment, like my attachment to the dried fruit (<em>which he has been eating during the interview</em>). I am not completely realised but pretty damn close, as close as I'll ever get, or maybe not, I don't know. But anyway, I had this tanha, I had this attachment to hunger. And I think maybe it was Sri who was sending this lesson, which was here's some little dried fruit, and I'll just take a piece while you're talking, which got stuck in my throat (laughs) and so that's the lesson. Your attachments get stuck in your throat.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Oh, that's beautiful.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And you don't need those attachments. So I'm saying that that everything to me is a lesson.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> It seems like you're so alive. I want to ask you one more thing - could you say a little bit more about how you viewed Sri Chinmoy? You just said something which will thrill everyone, of course, like how you saw him as a being on the earth, in the physical on his, the experience being with him yourself.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Well, everything I said about Sri up until now, I give you full permission to use, and I say it with with love and with gratitude for everything. I would say of the many achievements of Sri Chinmoy, by far the greatest was his achievement of the simplicity of joy. People imagine that joy is a complex achievement, that in order to be joyous, you have to know things you don't know. In order to be joyous, you have to own things you don't own yet. In order to be joyous, you have to have capacities you don't yet. None of that is true. What Sri showed in his life is a level of simple, what seems like simple joy, but it was enlightened joy. Totally different thing. It's the joyousness of a real life being. And he had that. And just to be in the presence of a Hindu mystic who understood this and who achieved this level is extraordinary. People focused on the wrong attributes of Sri. They focused on his physical attributes, that his body could do things no 70 year old man's body could do. And that's all true. But his remote achievement, his remote human achievement was in achieving the simplicity of joy and and in communicating that to people who might be uneducated, people who've never thought of themselves as spiritual being. And he gave them an inspiration to be able to do that. That was a gift. A true gift. To all the world.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> That's like honey to my heart and soul, its so beautiful. You're really eloquent. I have learnt so much, I'm so lucky that I've gotten to speak with you. It's such an honour, and you're just full of joy yourself, actually. and I think that God has blessed you with so much wisdom and and the fact that you're learning at every moment. I mean, how old when you when Tommy came to you?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Well, it was 1987. When I met Tom, it was 1987.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> But then how old were you, when his soul came to you with the message from your father?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> That was three years ago.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Yeah, it was just three years ago. How old are you now if may ask?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> I'm 74.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> See, so you were 71 years old, and that radically changed your outlook on the world. I mean, it influenced it dramatically. I don't know if it changed, but it expanded it greatly. That's an amazing thing for any person to be so open at age 71, you know?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Well, one of the things that's happened to me is that when I finally, one day I woke up and I could breathe air again. My cork was underwater and I had finished the grief work with Tom. And I could breathe air again. And. And finally I could be happy again. But if you had spoken to me at any time between really now recently and and Tom's death in 2016, I would have seen a man who was underwater. To mourn someone for six years is painful. It's the most painful thing I've ever done in my life. And I couldn't because I'm so deeply attached. I am not naturally disentangled about the world. I'm naturally engaged in the world. I love the taste of food. I love the sound of a good symphony or a grea ballad or, you know, a beautiful day with perfect weather. Everything that is - we call it in Hebrew, <em>gosh mute</em>, which is material things, right?</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> The senses.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And it's funny because only rarely do I admire expensive things. You know, I grew up in the Midwest in the fifties and sixties. And so, you know, cool cars are still something that catch my eye. But other than that, there aren't any real physical things or accoutrements of luxury that that attract me on any level. Wow. But pure things, the way that clouds dance in the sky on a perfect weather day with with a cool breeze or something that's as perfect as you can make it. I bake. I'm a baker. And so I bake banana breads and cookie things. And I live in a gated community down here in Florida. And I give away everything I bake to mainly workers who are working hard in the sun. And I just give them these banana breads that I make, little loaves and biscuits and other things. And the idea of baking, I realised, what attracted me to baking, was not the food, the things you bake that you can eat. It's the giving away of what you see. I may have baked a thousand banana breads since we moved back from Los Angeles to Florida after moving from New York to Los Angeles. And of all the banana bread I baked, I have not eaten one of them.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong>  Really?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> No, not one. I might have had a taste. Maybe of one occasionally. But basically, no, I just give them away because the joy in baking is giving them to others, giving them to people. A woman said to me, no one's ever given me a gift. Oh, no one's given me a gift.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> No one?</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> No one, she said. And you know, one guy working in the sun, I told them in Spanish, I'm rabbino, rabbi, and he knew what that meant. And so the other day, I was out on the golf course. And I saw him, he said rabbino, rabbino, come. I came and he was clearing out coconuts that had fallen from the coconut trees and he had a machete and he went, whack, and cut the top off the coconut. And he handed it to me like a chalice, and I drink this sweet coconut. And it was a perfect day because he was able to return to return the gift, you know. So if you had talked to me before now, this surpassing joyousness not have been on my face or in my soul.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Well, it's a great, great gift from from your dearest friend, and I think God himself used Tommy to bring you joy again. I really believe it. And I think what he spoke were from God himself. I believe he was a channel and instrument. And when all of us will leave this earth, where we will meet, I think hopefully I'll get to see Guru there, Sri Chinmoy, I mean, and and you'll see Tommy and we'll resume.</p>
<p>But one day, I can tell you, that just out of curiosity people asked Sri Chinmoy all kinds of questions. And he said that the flowers in heaven are out of this world. Beautiful gardens. There are gardens in heaven, and the colours are far richer, far more beautiful than we have on Earth.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> You know, that's the other part of what Tommy told Mike, that heaven is the most beautiful place you've ever seen. And of course, he didn't explain why or what, but it's probably that - the colours, the flowers, the something. That's the part of his message - not the part about Saul, which just validated the message. But what does it mean that heaven is the most beautiful? What does that mean, exactly?</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Exactly.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> And I think I know something about what it means. I remember when I was a kid on Halloween and I would put a sheet over, you know, to be a ghost and run to get trick or treats from the neighbours in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. And it was a safe time and there were no dangers. And I remember the smell of the leaves and I remember running, almost like I was flying. But my feet were touching the ground, but only accidentally touching. And I know, since I'm arthritic and, you know, the pains and aches of ageing and so forth, I know that in heaven I will be able to run, the same way that I ran when I was a child.</p>
<p><strong>Dr Agraha:</strong> Absolutely. That's a beautiful story. You've been very, very generous. But you know what? I think that it's about time I allow you to eat.</p>
<p><strong>Rabbi Gellman:</strong> Yes. And I will accept that invitation. God bless you, Agraha, and God bless all of the followers of Sri Chinmoy. And may God comfort you at this time and grant you a little piece of his simple joy.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/rabbi-gellman">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>We had a very special event at Cambridge University because Guru's Master, Sri Aurobindo, had been to Cambridge, studied at Cambridge. Again, this was a very difficult, challenging thing to start to approach professors to invite them to be lifted. At first it was very difficult but then it just took off; there were so many professors who absolutely adored Guru and wanted to meet him and be lifted by him.</p>
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<p>We had a bust of Sri Aurobindo next to the lifting equipment. This was in one of the gardens of the vice provost of the King's College. It was just a glorious day. The sun was shining. It was nice and warm. It was just such a big success and Guru was very happy.</p>
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<p>Then Guru asked which room in the college Sri Aurobindo had studied at. My brother, Devashishu, got permission to look into the archives and find out in which room of the college campus Sri Aurobindo studied.</p>
<p>We found the room and Guru wanted to visit it. There are pictures of Guru standing outside the entrance. Then Guru went inside and looked around. The professor who now works there invited Guru to sit down. But Guru said, "I cannot sit down. This is a sacred place. This is where my Master studied. How can I sit down?" We felt that this was really a very sacred, special moment for Guru.</p>
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<p>Guru was so happy. Afterward he came out and saw us. He said, "You think you did this? You think you arranged this?" In his joking sweet way, Guru said, "You think you arranged this?"</p>
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<p>He looked at me and said, "It was not you." He looked at my father, Kaivalya, and said, "It was not you." He looked at Devashishu and said, "It was not you."</p>
<p>He said, "It was your mother, Bhavani. She arranged all this from the soul’s world."</p>
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<p>Aurobindo<br/>
— a Cambridge-education-zenith-mind.  <br/>
Sri Aurobindo — a world-illumination-Soul  <br/>
And the earth-transformation-Harbinger.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_5hrrn1u" title="Aurobindo versus Sri Aurobindo Agni Press, 2000" href="#footnote1_5hrrn1u">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_5hrrn1u"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_5hrrn1u">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/asa-4">Aurobindo versus Sri Aurobindo</a> Agni Press, 2000</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/your-mother-arranged-all-souls-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How my spiritual search led me to Sri Chinmoy</h2>
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<p>I was searching for spirituality for about two or three years on my own. I can't remember exactly my age. I must have been around 21 or 22.</p>
<p>I saw an advertisement in the newspaper for a meditation. It had a picture of Guru’s Transcendental photograph, the one his students meditated on. To me, the picture was very strange but something about it attracted me, and I decided to go with my brother. Guru gave two talks at Carleton University and Ottawa University. I think it was October or November. It was very cold. This was in 1971 or 1972.</p>
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<p>The room was filled with people. Guru was meditating. It's very hard to describe this. Guru was meditating and he started to talk, but very, very slowly. And he smiled. To me, the smile… I never saw a smile like that. I was taken aback and it really struck my heart to see him smile. I couldn't quite understand what it was, but I could feel something from Guru.</p>
<p>Guru was talking about yoga and the spiritual life. He was speaking in a normal tone, but very softly. I realised that he was in a very high state. It was quite amazing.</p>

<p>After the talk, I was able to approach Guru and ask him something. He was about to leave. He had on a winter coat and hat. It was very funny to see Guru with the winter hat and everything.</p>
<p>I was very Catholic. Religion was important for me, and the Christ also. I asked Guru: “Can you bring me to Christ? Can you bring me to Christ to see him?”</p>
<p>Guru paused for at least a minute or two—very, very silent. He said, "If you're very, very, very sincere." And he just left.</p>
<p>I was stunned by his answer. I was totally silent and something in me said: “This is a very authentic person.” What he said really affected me.</p>
<p>The next evening, we went to see Guru at the chapel in the University of Ottawa. He sang a beautiful song. When he sang, I went into another world. I didn’t even know where I was. It was then I decided: “This is my Guru.”</p>
<p>My brother and I joined the Centre. In those days, you could just go to the Centre and meditate.</p>
<p>Then one day we went to New York to meet Guru. We were very lucky to be able to see Guru, to be initiated by him. I realised after that I was very, very privileged because Guru was getting more and more disciples.</p>
<p>When I met Guru, we were alone in Divine Robe Supreme store, which was different from the store today. It was a big shop and we were alone. Guru talked about many things; he had been in Vancouver, which is another part of Canada, and he was speaking about that and about <em>Ananda Niketan</em>, a restaurant that disciples used to have in Ottawa.</p>
<p>Guru then rubbed his thumb on my third eye. I didn't know what he was doing. I was basically in a state… in another world.</p>
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<p>Initiation is divinely meaningful and supremely fruitful.<br/>
During initiation the crying heart of the disciple says to the Master,<br/>
“I need you badly.”<br/>
The loving heart of the Master says to the disciple,<br/>
“I shall not only love you unreservedly, but also give to you unconditionally.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_fmxh9e4" title="AUM — Vol.II-5, No. 9,10, September-October 1978, Vishma Press, 1978" href="#footnote1_fmxh9e4">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_fmxh9e4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_fmxh9e4">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/AUM-2851">AUM — Vol.II-5, No. 9,10, September-October 1978</a>, Vishma Press, 1978</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-my-spiritual-search-led-me-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The World&#039;s Best Father</h2>
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<p>Guru had come to Miami (in May 1998) and we wanted to give something to him. I didn't know what to give, so I got Guru a hat that said "The World's Best Father."</p>
<p>The next day at the airport, I had the chance to give him the hat. Guru sent a message through a disciple to say, "Tell Mahatapa that I will wear this hat on Father's Day."</p>
<p>On Father's Day I was looking for when Guru would wear the hat. All day Guru was looking beautiful in a golden yellow dhoti and kurta. I was trying to console myself by saying the hat would not have looked good with the Indian kurta.</p>
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<p>At the end of the Father's Day function, Guru sometimes would have visitors from outside New York come to his house. Lunthita and I and some of the others who had come were invited.</p>
<p>Guru was still not wearing the hat. I was a little disappointed but I was still trying to console myself: “Oh, Guru must have forgotten. It was just a hat.”</p>
<p>At the end of the function in the evening when we were taking prasad, Guru said something to Shephali. She brought the hat to him. Guru put it on and had Maral take a picture with me and Lunthita standing behind him.</p>
<p>For me these small incidents have great significance. In this story Guru got the message through: When Guru makes a promise, it will be for Eternity. The promise he has made to us as his disciples, we have to believe that promise, that he will be with us for Eternity.</p>
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<p>The Guru brings together  <br/>
Man’s hope  <br/>
And  <br/>
God’s Promise.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_1of2fed" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 24, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_1of2fed">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_1of2fed"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_1of2fed">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-23196">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 24</a>, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/worlds-best-father">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Dreaming about my spiritual name</h2>
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<p>Guru had told me he would give me my soul&#39;s name when he returned to Puerto Rico in May 1970. That evening I am dreaming that I am in a park or a garden, and all the young disciples of that time are in the garden. One of them tells me to come to the well: &ldquo;Guru is waiting for you to give you your name.&rdquo; So, I walk with them and Guru is waiting for me. He puts a bucket down inside the well. He puts it all the way down and then brings it up full of water. And in the water there is my name, my soul&#39;s name. Then Guru proceeds to pour the water in the bucket over me, over my head. He starts saying my name, over and over and over again. It is so realistic and so powerful that the mind wants to grab the name to remember it.</p>
<p>I woke up with the word Ananda in my mind. I kept on repeating it over and over and over again, but I knew that there was another part to the name before the Ananda. I spent the rest of the day trying to remember what the first part was. I made the most ridiculous combinations. &nbsp;</p>
<p>During that visit Guru gave fifteen names, in groups of five disciples at a time, on the 5th, the 6th and the 7th of May. I was lucky to be in the group of the 5th of May. In those days, Guru would give your name mostly by physical contact. The same as in an initiation, he would place one hand over your head touching the third eye, and the other on the heart. He started to say, &ldquo;In the name of the Supreme, I want to offer you your soul&#39;s name. Your soul&#39;s name is S E V&hellip;&rdquo; Then I, in my mind, went on &ldquo;&hellip;A N A N D A,&rdquo; because I knew it, I knew what the name was. And I knew the meaning. Then Guru started to describe the qualities of the name.</p>
<p>As Guru was speaking, he gave me a vision of my entire life, my complete life quite fast. Every single movement, every single gesture, everything I did was connected to my name. It was like a dance, like a beautiful choreograph with every single gesture connected to my name. It was an amazingly beautiful experience. And as it was happening, Guru was telling me, your soul is giving the message to your heart, and your heart is conveying the message to your mind. This kind of experience you never forget, you can never forget, it stays with you forever.</p>
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<p>Today&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
My heart is beaming&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
With God&rsquo;s blissful Blessings.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lj3hqi6" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 21,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_lj3hqi6">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lj3hqi6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lj3hqi6">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-20348">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 21</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/dreaming-about-my-spiritual-name">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Good, very good&#039;</h2>
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<p>I was very lucky in that that in 1981, Guru turned 50 years old, and for that occasion he said all his disciples who want can come to the celebration of August for his 50th birthday, no matter how long you are on the path - at the time, I was only four months.</p>
<p>The only problem with my going to New York for Guru&rsquo;s birthday was that it was at the end of August, and I had my school vacation over the beginning of August. I told my parents I would be going for one week&mdash;from 1st to 8th of August&mdash;but I booked from 1st to 28th.</p>
<p>I was so happy going to see my Master. I felt that being his disciple was like being a disciple of the highest Supreme. I thought that Guru must be very tall, above the Earth, not walking with his feet on Earth. In my imagination, I thought he must be very tall.</p>
<p>I was so happy and nervous that I couldn&#39;t eat in the airplane; the first thing I wanted to eat was <em>prasad</em> from Guru. So I didn&#39;t eat in the airplane. When we arrived in New York, Guru was there only in the evening. There was no prasad. &nbsp;</p>
<p>Then Guru said that all those who arrived on that day could pass by him. We were four girls, and Guru meditated on each of us. I just remember that Guru looked not into my eyes, but at my heart where I had my hands folded. He nodded with his head, and said, &quot;Good, very good.&quot;</p>
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<p>The compassion-eye&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
Of a spiritual Master&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
Is an ever-light-flooded stairway&nbsp;&nbsp;<br/>
To Heaven&rsquo;s summit-heights.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_a1ib3bo" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 230,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_a1ib3bo">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_a1ib3bo"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_a1ib3bo">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-22972">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 230,</a>&nbsp;Agni Press, 1996</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/good-very-good">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Heaven on Earth</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>It was in August 1979 that I first got a chance to go to New York. I was 10 years old. I went with my mother. The whole experience was unbelievable. It was an incredible experience. For starters, everything in America was bigger. Cars were bigger. People were bigger. They were louder. Everything was bigger.</p>
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<p>Then there was this whole community around Guru. There were disciples. There were enterprises. There was so much dynamism and so much activity. Guru was into running at that time and there were races all the time. People were running all the time.</p>
<p>For me as a child, it was like a dream come true. It was a place with all these wonderful people who are very kind, very nice, but very bright and very positive and very dynamic. It was just heaven on earth. It was fantastic.</p>
<p>In 1979 there was no Aspiration-Ground [our current meeting area], so we used to go to the Jamaica High School track nearby to meet Guru. We went to see Guru in the mornings and to do running and to watch Guru play tennis.</p>
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<p>One of the things I remember most is that the functions would go really late. We would have evening functions with meditation, music, plays and whatever. It would go to like three o'clock, four o'clock in the morning, really, really late.</p>
<p>There was an event in those days that used to take place every August called <em>Jala-Ramini</em>. It was in an outdoor school swimming pool—synchronised swimming and other sorts of swimming performances, like theatre in the swimming pool.</p>
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<p>It was a very warm evening. I remember at the very end suddenly somebody must have asked Guru, and they got permission that everybody who wanted to could jump in the pool. All these boys and girls in their whites and in their saris just jumped into the pool.</p>
<p>I tried to jump in but my mother wouldn't let me. She made me change first. Then I jumped in and it was just wonderful. It was a swimming pool full of disciples in whites and saris.</p>
<p>At the very end Guru was smiling, smiling, smiling.</p>
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<p>May each and every soul  <br/>
Swim and swim  <br/>
In God-oneness-sea.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_y7e8k7a" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_y7e8k7a">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_y7e8k7a"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_y7e8k7a">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.com/st-22775">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23</a>, Agni Press, 2001</li>
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<p><em>An interview with scholar and National Book Award-winning novelist Professor Charles Johnson. </em></p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Do you remember when you were the head of the creative writing programme, and you presented the World Peace Literature Award to Sri Chinmoy?</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> That's correct. And I had that award made down the street from my house at a store that makes trophies. And I wrote the copy, I wrote the words. It was a great pleasure for me to do that, because Sri Chinmoy's publications, his writing of a spiritual nature, is voluminous. It's many, many, many, many books. And I think they are all very valuable, which is why it's for spiritual writing, this award.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's right. You gave it for spiritual writing.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I met Sri Chinmoy before that. It was even before that when he came to the University of Washington. And I remember he would lift up people.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Oh, that was prior to that that you met him and were lifted by Sri Chinmoy?</p>
<p><strong><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> </strong>That's correct, yes. That was my first meeting.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> What was what was it like for you? Please tell me, what was it like for you to be lifted by Sri Chinmoy?</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Well, it was a unique experience that was like nothing I've ever experienced before. I remember what impressed me the most, certainly the deep spirituality that emanated from Sri Chinmoy, but also the kindness and generosity of all the people associated with him like yourself.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Well, if we have kindness and generosity, we hope to have imbibed a tiny drop. I mean, imagine the kindness and the love he showered everyone with. And you spoke about that, if I recall, right after you were lifted. I'm forgetting your exact words, you said something I still remember was very deeply spiritual. You said a few words.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I can't remember what those words were. But I do remember on a second occasion when Sri Chinmoy came to the University of Washington and we met in the Student Centre Auditorium. He played for me a Buddhist composition or song. I remember that. That was a very kind and generous gesture.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Well, you know, Sri Chinmoy was deeply moved by your spirituality and he was so inspired. Here we have a man who is a world famous writer, National Book Award winner. And actually, I think at that time, by then, you had already been the National Book Award judge, I think.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> And I was a judge for all the contests, the Pulitzer, the National Book Award, three times for both of those.</p>
<p><strong><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/friends/charles-johnson-grant-me-the-serenity-emerys-world.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Dr. Agraha:</strong> So he knew, he really knew about all your background. I remember him speaking about you and he was so moved that such a great writer - and he had read many of your writings, I excerpted from several of your books and also I wanted to show him a bit of the range, I showed some cartoons which you did.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Oh, God, really? I didn't know.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Yeah, he was astounded. And he said something like, oh, he's like me. He likes so many different types of creation.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> And we have wonderful drawings from Sri Chinmoy. I think his point, which I believe in deeply, is that if you have a spiritual practise, that spiritual practise allows you to manifest good things in many different ways, many different art forms. And in his case, with the lifting, he was addressing athletics, you know, so that for athletes, for artists, for musicians, it really helps to have a grounding in spiritual practise. You know, it's not a register or dimension that we see often enough in literary writers, it just isn't there for one reason or another. But I've always valued those people who are moving through this world on their journey, who inspire us to tap into that wealth that we have within ourselves, all of us now.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Yes. Well, actually, that was one of the questions I wanted to ask you about was how you are a very deeply spiritual man and you put it into practise. I mean, you learned, if I am right you learn how to read Pali (the language of Buddhist scriptures) so you could read the...</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Not Pali. Sanskrit.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Sanskrit. Even better. So you could go to the original <em>slokas</em> and get the real spiritual flavour. I mean, that to me is astounding. And so your living spirituality is so profound. And I was wondering how what could you say about how has it influenced your own writings?</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> It's all over my writings, really, all over my writings. I've been studying Sanskrit since 1998. I will never be a Sanskrit scholar. I'm a Sanskrit student because I can't do it every day. But it's a beautiful language. It's the language of the Bhagavad Gita. It's, you know, and it's spawned or gave birth to Pali, a number of other, you know, religions as well, languages as well, Marathi, Hindi, you know. So it really is a base for understanding many, many things. But yeah, this, this is very important. I say that if we have a spiritual practise, then I don't tell anyone what their spiritual practise should be if they're honestly pursuing it because that will make them a person, a man or woman of peace and generosity towards others. Right. And we need people to remind us of that so much right now in our world.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Yes.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> There's so much violence in America. There's the terrible, terrible things that are happening in Ukraine right now. Break my heart. So we really need those people who understand the importance of non-violence, our connectedness to each other, the richness that we all possess within ourselves to do good and to create beauty in this world.</p>
<p><strong><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/friends/sri-chinmoy-charles-johnson.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's beautiful. Well, I am grateful to hear that. My next question I was going to ask you about when you first met Sri Chinmoy, what it was like. And you've shared that with me beautifully. And I want to ask you something that has struck me so profoundly. But you had told me something was in 2009, after Sri Chinmoy's passing and you dictated this, I think, on the phone. Or you may have sent it to me, but you said I am a strong Buddhist and I wish to say that every age needs an Avatar. The Christ, the Buddha, Lord Krishna have all come as avatars for the entire world. The Avatar for our era is Sri Chinmoy, you said.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Well, I don't remember exactly writing that, but I do believe in the truth behind those words. We do need avatars, people who are leading, leading a spiritual life to give us an example, to give the rest of us an example. I believe Sri Chinmoy was devoted to doing just that.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Yes. In every way that was his life, to to help inspire us. And he actually wrote, he wrote separate plays and other books about, these are his Avatar plays, one on the Christ, one on Lord Buddha. I could send you the one on Lord Buddha, particularly if you're interested, because it's it's just a beautiful, beautiful kind of is his telling of, you know, the story of Lord Buddha's life. But then in his way, it's quite lovely.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I would like to receive it. I have many, many of Sri Chinmoy books here in my house.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> And I know he's always wanted to present you with them. You know, this is something you wrote and you said in 2004, you said to him, and it kind of interests me as a spiritual writer - he wrote to you, you are a supremely great writer, and yet you have most generously inundated me with your appreciation-ocean for my spiritual creations. He sent you a letter with that. And then after his passing, you very kindly read out the 'Wisdom' chapter from <em>The Jewels of Happiness</em>.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> That's correct, yes.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> And it was to me, of all the chapters anyone read, it was the most moving. It was so beautifully. You have a sonorous voice, but also your depth of spirituality is so powerful. And I wonder if you can share with us, because you're a supremely great writer, as you said, how you how you experience Sri Chinmoy's writings.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Well, they're like, I could express it in many, many ways. They are like a breath of fresh air. They're like oxygen when you need oxygen. They are a reminder of our possibilities, you know, for pursuing the good, the true and the beautiful in this life. And they have a great deal of generosity.</p>
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<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's beautiful. I know that Sri Chinmoy in his life, he always wanted to try new things. Even in lifting, in the last year. He said to me, can you think of some new things I can do in the lifting world? And I had an inspiration that he could lift a huge, huge air balloon, it would weigh a lot of weight, but he could lift it and it would be beautiful. So he did it. He was open to anything new and he loved newness. I'm wondering, in your life, you've basically won almost every award? I mean, hopefully you'll be getting the Nobel Prize in literature. That's what I'm hoping.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> That's very political. So I don't know.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> In the case of Sri Chinmoy also, he should have, I think, gotten it for Peace. But anyway, I know you you should be the one.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> You are very kind.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Do you have certain, certain things in mind, in your heart or in your inner vision of new, writing experiences or new other experiences that you hope to share with the world? Or is it or are you just kind of taking it by how it comes to you?</p>
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<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Well, I'm writing constantly right now. I'm writing a talk I have to give to a group in Texas of South Asians on the importance of democracy and participation in our political lives. So that's that's where my focus is right now. I give lots of talks. I've been retired from teaching now for 14 years. But I write all manner of things, whether they're essays or book reviews or philosophical essays, you know, things that people request. And every year I read a new story for Humanities Washington's Bedtime Stories fundraiser in October. And I started that event in 1998. Actually, I gave them the idea, and I've written the story every year for them, a different story.</p>
<p>So one of the wonderful things about creativity is you're never - if you're not a genre writer, if you're a serious literary writer, everything you do is different. Every project you take on has different problems to be solved, and every one will lead you to new discovery. Unlike the other things that you've done. So your mind is always being fresh, being challenged. And to me, that's one of the wonders and beauties of a creative work, of any kind.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> So you have a being that is younger than most people who are like 15 or 16. I mean,  you're so growing, you're constantly - you're alive, you're creative, and many people who are 15, 16, 17, even, they're already ossified, you know, in what they're saying. But you have like this freshness about you.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Well, I do think that it has to do with my curiosity about life and the world and knowing more new things, gathering new skills as much as I can. I'll be in a couple of weeks, 74 years old. I have been working steadily since I was a teenager and studying, obviously, all my entire life. You see, here's the thing I believe. I believe that life is a gift. Every life is a gift. And one of the ways that we show the appreciation for that gift is doing things for others. It might be creating gifts for them in literature or teaching, you know, is a gift that we're giving to the next generation. So every night in my prayers and meditations, I always express gratitude for the gift of life.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> It's interesting you say that word because someone once asked Sri Chinmoy about gratitude, and he said if you pray for gratitude, that is the only quality you need to pray for because gratitude encompasses every divine quality.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> And that's yes.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> If you have gratitude, you'll have peace, love, joy, happiness, service, everything. So all you have to do, pray for gratitude. And that's interesting you say gratitude.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I think it's very important - thanksgiving, gratitude. The world we live in is a very beautiful place when we listen to our better angels, better angels and our spiritual teachers. Our better angels, they are the ones who remind us that every moment of our life is fresh and new. Every day, every moment.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> You're so right. What you're saying is very true. Sri Chinmoy kept emphasising that.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> Regardless of the tradition one is in, any religion, any spiritual tradition, those wise men and women say many, if not all of the same things, because their path and attainment is brought into a common human, universal wisdom. So you can find it in Judaism and Christianity and Hinduism and Buddhism. No one religion is, seems to me, or spiritual orientation has a monopoly on the truth.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's right.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> And so very often, you know, you hear the same things being said sometimes in different ways, different words. But it is always expressing gratitude for the gift of life.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's true. In fact, someone asked Sri Chinmoy once, they said, What is your religion? He said, I was born into a Hindu family, but now my religion is to love God and serve humanity. That is my religion.  </p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> That's it. That's all one needs to say or do.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Well, let me ask you one more question, you have so much insight. Let us say, if Sri Chinmoy were sitting with you now, right across from you. And you were to say, Sri Chinmoy, the world is having a lot of, like you said, a lot of challenges right now. What is your advice for us? Where do you think he would say?</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> What do I think he would say?</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> His guidance.</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I would think he would say that we need to have compassion for each other, and love each other as much as we seem to love ourselves, and understand that all beings, all sentient beings experience suffering and want happiness. Those two things, Buddhists always talk about that. So maybe Sri Chinmoy would say the same thing. All sentient beings want happiness and freedom from suffering. If we can understand that, you will not want to increase suffering for any other sentient beings, and you want them to experience happiness and you feel joy in their happiness at the same time.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> That's true. I remember when, when Sri Chinmoy met you, for example, and he was just so happy, it was like had met a seeker, a very strong, powerful spiritual seeker. And when you honoured him, it was almost - yes, it was a great honour, but it was also, oh, here's someone I can count on, here's someone who's a part of my heart.  </p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I can say that one of the blessings of my life, during my journey through life is that I had the opportunity to meet and know Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p><strong>Dr. Agraha:</strong> Can you say one more thing about that? Anything else, what that gave you?</p>
<p><strong>Prof. Johnson:</strong> I have a photograph of him and me together that was taken at one of those events, and he is giving me a bow. And I just felt the spiritual connection so strongly. You want to smile when you're in his presence. You feel peace when you're in his presence. And that is, believe me, a gift. He is going to be with us, you, me, forever. I mean, he is a part of us.</p>
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<p><em>Rudolf Moge was a member of Parliament representing the Slovenian city of Maribor, and a dear friend of Sri Chinmoy.</em></p>
<p>Maribor will always remember Sri Chinmoy with gratitude, as he was the only one who turned religion in the direction of bringing peace and progress to humanity at large. You could say that he is a modern Buddha, a modern Christ, a modern Muhammad.</p>
<p>The biggest message in his book <em>Wisdom of Sri Chinmoy</em>, which I call the Bible for this Millennium, is that if you want to get to the basic insights, to the truth or, as some say, to enlightenment, then you have several paths that lead to that goal. And there’s nothing wrong with going this way, that way, or any other way. The only thing that matters is our aspiration and the direction towards the goal.</p>
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<p>I believe this idea from his book <em>Wisdom of Sri Chinmoy</em> is one of the fundamentals, because it gives humanity something that no philosopher has been able to offer so far. Religions do try to get closer here and there with some communiqués or mutual agreements or with some common ceremony or mass. But so far nobody has openly said what Sri Chinmoy said, which is that many paths lead to the ultimate truth. This is what makes him great.</p>
<p>He is great not only because of that, but also because he offered to humanity what humanity needs the most. And that is opening the inner doors to aspiration, aspiration for peace, aspiration to make the Earth a peaceful planet where men and animals and plants can co-exist in peace and harmony.</p>
<p>It is not necessary to always be right, but it is necessary that we learn how to listen to and communicate with each other with compassion if we want to live in a better world, different from the world of the past, which was riddled with wars , quarrels, envy and so on.</p>
<p>He was a man who tried to bring to humanity all these things, not by force, but by planting those seeds into the human soul. He would gather a lot of his students around him to help with his mission. You (Tyagavan) were also one of them and you helped with this mission in Slovenia. And your mission has borne thousands of fruits.</p>
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<figcaption>Representatives from Slovenia, Austria and Hungary with Sri Chinmoy at a ceremony dedicating the meeting point of these three countries as a Sri Chinmoy Peace-Blossom</figcaption>
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<p>Some of them are, for example, Slovenia becoming a Peace-Blossom, Maribor becoming a Peace-Blossom, the theater in Maribor becoming a Peace-Blossom. And the list of such Peace-Blossoms, which you helped to establish in honor of Sri Chinmoy in Slovenia, goes on and on.</p>
<p>Another thing that shows how extraordinary he truly was is the events in the spring of 2004, when Slovenia was accepted into the EU, and Sri Chinmoy personally attended the main celebration in May of 2004. The celebration took place  at the Slovenian National Theater in Maribor. The title of the celebration was <em>Opera Europissima</em>, and was attended by opera champions from all EU Member States. And who opened this celebration? The first one to take the stage was Sri Chinmoy.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates at the ceremony marking the accession of Slovenia to the EU, 2004</figcaption>
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<p>He greeted everybody and wished  peace and progress to all the people in the newly accepted states. After that, he offered a small concert. I must say, that even long after this event, people would come up to me in the street and ask me about it, because of the whole celebration, the part when Sri Chinmoy was playing his instruments, was the one part they remembered even weeks after.</p>
<p>This means that he touched people so deeply with his meditation and music that they really believed what he spoke of was real. And indeed, since then our country has been blessed with a relatively peaceful and fruitful period.</p>
<p><em>Q: Do you still remember the day Sri Chinmoy left this world, when you called me that morning and you were slightly confused?</em></p>
<p>People may not believe that when one leaves the material world, sometimes one says goodbye to people who were near and dear. This has happened to me twice in my life. The first time was when my mother died. Even today I can still see her, I can still hear her as she was leaving and saying goodbye to me before she left. And the second time it happened was when Sri Chinmoy died. This was at the time when we (members of  Slovenian parliament) sent a request to the Nobel Committee to award the Nobel Peace Prize to Sri Chinmoy. And in the evening before they would decide on the winners, I had a vivid dream in which Sri Chinmoy came to me, touched me and then slowly, slowly walked away in a beam of light. This confused me so much that I called you the very next day and told you about my dream. But as it later turned out, it wasn’t just a dream, it was real.</p>
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<p>I have met Sri Chinmoy a couple of times in my life. And every time he made a great impression on me. An impression of a great spiritual being, who was not only spiritual in his words, but also lived this spirituality and brought it to humanity at large through his actions. I believe that before he left this world, he wanted to say goodbye to people who appreciated, respected and loved him.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoy-offered-humanity-what-humanity-needs-most">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Muhammad Ali: I was expecting a monster, but I found a lamb</h2>
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<p>I was working in a very fancy hotel in a jewelry store and I heard from some boys that Guru wanted to meet Muhammad Ali.</p>
<p>At the time, I literally hated Muhammad Ali; I found him to be vulgar, boisterous, arrogant, and I had no interest in the man at all, no interest. But one day when I was at work, I found out that Muhammad Ali was coming to Puerto Rico and that he was going to be staying at that hotel. I thought, “Oh, God, this is my job to break the news to Guru.”</p>
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<figcaption>Cover of Sports Illustrated, showing Ali boxing in San Juan, Puerto Rico, 1976</figcaption>
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<p>He comes into the big lobby of the hotel. I am walking up and down the lobby thinking, “How am I going to approach this guy who I can't stand? I have nothing to tell him, and there is a huge wall of security.”  I'm literally walking up and down, looking at the floor, just trying to figure out how am I going to do this. Suddenly, I smack into a wall. When I look up, it isn't a wall, it’s Muhammad Ali.</p>
<p>I just smash right into him. I look up, and he is this big, big guy. I look up and I say to him, “I need to talk to you, I need to talk to you. I'm not a fan and I don't like boxing. I don’t even like you, but I need to talk to you.”</p>

<p>So, he bends down to my ear and whispers something that I cannot understand. I say, “What did you say? I don't understand you. Please tell me again, what did you say?”</p>
<p>He says, “Room 326.”  </p>
<p>“Is that your room?”</p>
<p>“Yes.”</p>
<p>“When?”</p>
<p>“Now.”</p>
<p>So I say, “I need to tell my boss that I want to be away for a moment. Please, please, wait for me.”</p>
<p>I go to my boss. I tell him and then take the elevator to the third floor. Right at the elevator there are two big, big security guards. They are blocking me. They don’t let me go out.  </p>
<p>I say, “But he asked me to come. He asked me to come.”</p>
<p>They say, “He is a very nice man. He really likes kids, but we cannot let you go there.”</p>
<p>I'm pleading with them, saying, “He told me, he told me.”  </p>
<p>Suddenly the door opens and a head comes out of the door like this. I tell the guys, “Look, look, look, look, he's calling me.” They turn around and say, “Boy, you're so lucky, you're so lucky.” I go in. </p>
<p>He asks me to sit down. He's very soft spoken and very gentle. I'm expecting a monster, but what I'm finding is this lamb. He's asking me all questions about myself and what I do. He can’t believe my age when I tell him that I am 25. He says, “No, no, you are 19.” It was just so sweet! Then he asks, “What have you come to tell me?”</p>
<p>I take out my Transcendental photograph of Guru. I give him the photo and tell him, “My spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy would like to meet you.”</p>
<p>Ali says, “Oh, yes, I'd like to meet him. Where is he?”</p>
<p>“He's in New York.”</p>
<p>“But I am here.”</p>
<p>I say, “Well, do you agree to meet him? Can you give me a date and the time? He’ll be here.”  </p>
<p>So, he asks me if Guru could be in Puerto Rico in two days and I say, “Yes, he'll be here. He’ll be here in two days.”</p>
<p>Then I called Ashrita. He told Guru, and Guru called me. Everything was set. The next day Guru was in Puerto Rico with a song written and everything.</p>
<p>Muhammad Ali stayed in Puerto Rico for one month. When I went to tell him the next day that the meeting was set, that Sri Chinmoy would be coming at the time that he wanted, Muhammad Ali said to me, “From today on, I want you to come and see me every day while I am here.”</p>
<p>Then he turned to his chef and told her, “I want us to have lunch together every day.”</p>
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<figcaption>Muhammad Ali and Sri Chinmoy meditate together, 1977</figcaption>
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<p>He asked me what kind of food I liked to eat. I said that I was a vegetarian, He was so thoughtful and so, so sweet. He told her, “Okay, then you're going to cook vegetarian food for him. He will eat the food in your apartment.” So, he set it up that I would go to the cook’s to have lunch every day.</p>
<p>I was not able to go to the meeting with Muhammad Ali and Guru because I had to work. But Muhammad Ali had invited Guru to the training camp and I was able to go. He introduced Guru to everyone there. Then there were other meetings that happened through the years until Guru lifted him.</p>
<p>Another thing about Muhammad Ali was that he was an excellent poet. One of the things that he used to do when I was with him was to read me his poetry.</p>
<p>So, he completely transformed me from that very first meeting. He totally changed my attitude towards him, my attitude towards the sport and everything. So many things. He brought a whole new experience to me, a new world that I had no idea of.</p>
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<figcaption>Muhammad Ali with Sri Chinmoy, 1979</figcaption>
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<h2>How Guru helped me find my house</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The story of getting my house is an interesting story.</p>
<p>One day, my mother invited me to go downstairs to the house where there&#39;s a safe, the family safe, where she keeps all the treasured papers. She opened it up and the first thing she gave me was a copy of my bachelor&#39;s degree from the university, which I had never seen before. This was in 1980, and I graduated back in 1970.</p>
<p>My father passed away in 1968. But on this occasion, she brought out all the money and the documents, and the stocks that my father had left me. I think she was under instructions to give this stuff to me when I got married. But she was beginning to see that that wasn&#39;t going to happen. &nbsp;</p>
<p>In any case, suddenly I had all this wealth on my hands. So, I went to Guru, and I asked Guru what I should do with it. Guru said, &ldquo;Buy a house.&rdquo;</p>
<p>This was in February, and Guru said to buy a house in time for April Celebrations, then I could put a lot of disciples in the house for April Celebrations.</p>
<p>I went around looking for a house and finally I found one that Guru liked. So, you know, there was an old lady living in it who said that she could be out by March 31st, which meant we could have it ready for Celebrations.</p>
<p>I got a mortgage. I did the whole closing with the lawyers and everything. We did the whole deal. Then the lady said she needed till April 31st. She needed another month to prepare for moving.</p>
<p>So, I told Guru what happened. I said, &ldquo;It doesn&#39;t look like the house will be ready for April Celebrations because the lady wants to stay there until the end of April.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Then Guru said, &ldquo;Buy another house.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I said, &ldquo;But Guru, I already put down&mdash;whatever it was&mdash;20 thousand dollars. We have a mortgage and did the closing, signed the papers. If we back out of it, there are problems. I told him all these outer problems.</p>
<p>Guru said, &ldquo;Well, tell Chidananda to buy that house and you get another house.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So, then I called up Chidananda and said, &ldquo;Chidananda, Guru wants you to buy this house that I bought because he wants me to get another house for April Celebrations.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So, in any case, here it is, it was already well into March. It took me a long time to get the mortgage for the house and make the deal and then have the closing. There&#39;s usually a big delay in the closing. They have to check it out. They have to do all these different inspections. And now I had about two weeks to get another house before April Celebrations. It seemed impossible. It took me a couple of weeks to find that first house.</p>
<p>The funny thing is, I did manage to find another house, and it was practically across the street from where I was living, but they didn&#39;t have a &ldquo;For Sale&rdquo; sign there. I&#39;m not sure how I figured out that the house was for sale. But somehow, it must have come to my notice. Maybe someone mentioned it or something.</p>
<p>I started speaking to the person who owned the house. It turned out his mother had recently passed away and he was selling the house. He was a lawyer, so he had the ability to find me a mortgage, to set the closing, and to do everything that needed to be done within about a week, which is unheard of. It&#39;s almost impossible to do.</p>
<p>Well, of course, before buying the house I brought Guru there to show it to him so he could approve it. He looked at it and he was satisfied with the house. Then basically it was ready for Celebrations, and I think we put about 30 disciples in there during that Celebrations.</p>
<p>Soon after Celebrations had ended, people moved in. Guru came and visited the house. He visited all the rooms and gave advice to various people, like not to have their clothes out in the open. They should put a curtain in front of where their clothes are if they don&#39;t have a closet. Various other little bits of practical advice Guru gave to people in the rooms. He sat and meditated for quite a while on the house.&nbsp; He also said that, you know, he had to approve of any people who were living in the house, and he made it clear that it was his house and not my house.</p>
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<p>God tells me that<br/>
He likes to remain<br/>
Permanently<br/>
The Landlord of my heart-house.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ekoroc7" title="The God of the Mind,&nbsp;1991" href="#footnote1_ekoroc7">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ekoroc7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ekoroc7">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gmi-15">The God of the Mind,</a>&nbsp;1991</li>
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<h2>&#039;I happily and proudly fulfilled your unmistakable prediction&#039;</h2>
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<p>In June of 1996, Guru asked me something about my family and I wrote to him, including in my letter my great-uncle Sisir Kumar Ghosh. Sisir-da was a noted Indian journalist, writer, freedom-fighter and spiritual seeker, who Guru considered to be a literary mentor.</p>
<p>So as an answer to that letter, Guru sent me sent me the meaning, the significance of my spiritual name that Guru gave. I’ll just tell you the spiritual significance of my name as Guru wrote it: Mahatapa, the God-seeker who practises askesis Supreme. And Vidagdha, the person who relayed Guru´s message, explained that the word <em>askesis</em> was a Greek word. To me, that means the meaning of the name is something that I have to aspire to. I personally don't think askesis - which means spiritual discipline essentially - is my strong point, but when I do, it's really good for me.</p>
<p>So along with my name, another very sweet message came from Guru and I will read it out to you. So Guru said: “Sisir-da" – that is, Sisir Kumar Ghosh – "had predicted my arrival in America four years prior to my actual arrival. He made this prediction in front of hundreds of people. “</p>
<p>At that time, I had still been living in the university and I was thinking that it was time for me to move closer to the Miami Sri Chinmoy Centre. I told Lunthita, who is a very good friend, "We should get a place together, a home together. Wouldn't it be nice if Guru could come and give a concert in Miami and disciples from other places could come and help? And they could stay with us."</p>
<p>It so happened that just a few days after that, Guru called the Miami Centre and said to them that he was planning to come to Miami for a concert.</p>
<p>Guru said, "And here, like your illustrious great-uncle, you also made a prediction three weeks ago. You predicted that I would visit Miami."</p>
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<p>Then Guru said, "Just a few days ago, I happily and proudly fulfilled your unmistakable prediction. I shall definitely come to Miami, provided Durjaya and Drishti"—our Centre leaders in Miami—"and all the members of Florida's Centres can dare to bring 2,000 meditation-music lovers."</p>
<p>In October 1996 Guru came to Miami. I remember there was a beautiful boat ride.</p>
<p>In a conversation, Guru said that Sisir Kumar Ghosh had brought my soul to Guru. I am always grateful to Sisir Kumar Ghosh—whom I called <em>Chotogatu</em>, “youngest grandfather” in Bengali—for doing me this great favour.</p>
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<p><em>Its prediction is perfect</em></p>
<p>Your doubting mind<br/>
Cannot predict your future.<br/>
Your crying heart<br/>
Cannot predict your future.<br/>
But your smiling soul<br/>
Can predict your future,<br/>
And it always does.<br/>
What is more,<br/>
Its prediction is absolutely perfect.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_jb1tlpw" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 32, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote1_jb1tlpw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_jb1tlpw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_jb1tlpw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-3193">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 32</a>, Agni Press, 1982</li>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy&#039;s opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions</h2>
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<p>By way of background, in 1893 the Parliament of the World’s Religions met in Chicago as part of the World Exposition being held there. Of course, this was when the great Swami Vivekananda first became known to America. (Guru has written and spoken much on Swami Vivekananda. My sense is that they are like inner “brothers”.)</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/pradhan/swami_vivekananda_1893-chicago.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 1993, one hundred years later, a second Parliament of the World’s Religions was being convened in Chicago. Guru was invited to open that event with seven minutes of meditation. I think that Guru himself considered this to be one of his most auspicious manifestations. And of course, there was talk of Vivekananda all that year.</p>

<p>Early in 1993, there was no talk of a concert, only the Parliament. I confess I was relieved by this. (Sri Chinmoy had tasked me to organise large Peace Concerts for the previous few years).</p>
<p>I was in Ottawa for a work-related event when I received a call from Ashrita with a message from Guru. “Vivekananda’s soul came to me. He said that he lived 39 years on earth, so he has requested me to offer 39 concerts. The last concert has to be in Chicago and should be for 13,000 people.”</p>
<p>“Oh…okay,” came my not-so-enthusiastic reply.</p>
<p>A few minutes later the phone rang again. It was Ashrita with an addendum. He told me, “Guru said that Vivekananda actually wanted 39,000 people, but your soul immediately came to Guru and said that you would die a thousand deaths.”</p>
<p>My soul was correct.</p>
<p>In August of every year, Guru’s students gather in New York in celebration of his August 27th birthday. This is a 2-week event which includes meditations, runs, performances, singing and more. It is two weeks of inspiration. But 1993 was a very unique experience. Guru’s actual birthday event ended early and most of us packed up and left New York for Chicago on August 28th. Guru opened the 100th Anniversary of the Parliament of the World’s Religions with a seven minute meditation. This was an absolutely wonderful event and experience.</p>
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<p>At that opening event, I swear Guru brought God down in front of thousands of people in absolute silence. The rest of the people who shared the opening dais with Guru just talked and talked and talked.</p>
<p>I was so proud of Guru, and equally proud to be escorting him around the crowd. I was in the elevator when a woman noticed me and recognized me as the individual escorting Guru. She said, “I wish he had meditated more and everybody else had talked less!”</p>
<p>“Me too!” I thought to myself as I smiled in acknowledgement.</p>
<p>Guru came twice to Chicago that year. Just two weeks after the Parliament, Guru returned to Chicago to offer the concert that Vivekananda requested. In his honor, we called it the Oneness-World Vivekananda Peace Concert.</p>
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<p>O Chicago’s World Parliament of Religions! <br/>
The heart of an Indian monk, Vivekananda, <br/>
Became your boat; <br/>
His soul became your boatman; <br/>
And his vision’s one religion — God-love<br/>
— Became your Golden Shore.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rafwyz0" title="Vivekananda: an ancient silence-heart and a modern dynamism-life, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_rafwyz0">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rafwyz0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rafwyz0">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/vvk-40">Vivekananda: an ancient silence-heart and a modern dynamism-life</a>, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoys-opening-meditation-parliament-world-religions">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>People see something in Guru and want to be part of it</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>This happened in 1998. We had just arrived in Cancun, which is in La Peninsula Yucatan in Mexico—a very beautiful place.</p>
<p>There had been unfortunately some very bad massacre in some tribal groups in Chiapas down in the south of Mexico. There were detectives investigating all of the foreign groups; they always think it is a foreign group that does something kooky.</p>
<p>There were two detectives that wanted to speak to Guru. I said, "Guru, there are two gentlemen here." I explained to Guru why they wanted to speak to him.</p>
<p>Guru said, "Don't worry—I will give them my transcendental smile."</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy is interviewed by media, Cancun, January 1998</figcaption>
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<p>So I introduced the two gentlemen to Guru and Guru just gave them this beautiful open smile. They became like two tiny little kids.</p>
<p>They said, "No señorita, no pasa nada, no pasa nada. Todo esta bien." They meant, "Oh, no, lady, don't worry. Everything's fine."</p>
<p>They were so humble with Guru. Whatever Guru gave them, some part of their souls just absorbed it.</p>
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<p>There are many experiences where we've been in so many parts of the world and people see something in Guru and want to be part of it. I am sure just in that second, Guru has that incredible capacity to feed the need of that soul. That is why I will forever love my Guru.</p>
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<p>Each soulful smile  <br/>
Is a life-changing power.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_l0j2ud2" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 35, Agni Press, 2004  " href="#footnote1_l0j2ud2">1</a>
</p><ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_l0j2ud2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_l0j2ud2">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-34639">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 35</a>, Agni Press, 2004
</li></ul></blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/people-see-something-guru-and-want-be-part-it">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Everyone is looking for unconditional love</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Guru asked Nayak to tell him who were the new disciples from Seattle. Then he meditated on us. Each of us would raise our hand, and then Guru would look at that person and smile.</p>
<p>When Guru smiled at me, I was just... you cannot imagine what it feels like to have... it&#39;s like the sun is looking at you with unconditional love. I was so overwhelmed. I kind of looked at the floor because I did not know how to accept all that love. Then I looked up and Guru was still smiling at me.</p>
<p>Guru at one point said that everyone is looking for unconditional love. Every seeker is looking for unconditional love. Guru showed me so much affection over the years.</p>
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<p><em>If I Accept My Supreme Lord</em></p>
<p>If I accept my Supreme Lord<br/>
Supremely and unconditionally,<br/>
Then only will I be able to read<br/>
What He has inscribed<br/>
On the golden tablet of my heart:<br/>
That He loves me unconditionally.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_z3zq6zi" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 82,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_z3zq6zi">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_z3zq6zi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_z3zq6zi">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 82,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>&#039;When you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>When we performed in New York for Guru with Mountain-Silence, we played three songs as always. We liked these songs very much. After some other people performed, Guru called for me and talked to me.</p>
<p>He said, “Gunthita, not even one of the three songs performed were devotional. Please, please, in the future, when you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.”</p>
<p>Then he said, "When you give concerts and you play with devotion, then the people will receive." Guru said, "They will receive something from me." Guru meant from him and from our souls. He said that the only and most important thing is to play with devotion. The songs don't have to be slow or fast, but the devotion is the most important thing.</p>
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<p>Guru suggested, "Why don't you play Christ songs? They are always devotional."</p>
<p>A few days later at the Celebrations, Guru told me, "Gunthita, I am giving your group another chance. Tomorrow morning at 11, you can perform for me."</p>
<p>That morning, we were practising and practising. We prepared seven songs just in case there was more than one performance. We chose Christ songs and only songs which we knew from the translation were very devotional.</p>
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<p>Then we sat with no audience, just Guru. We performed just for Guru at the front of Aspiration-Ground. At that time, it was not yet the temple. It was just a small little house.</p>
<p>We played one song and another song and another song. Guru meditated and meditated. He said, "One more, one more." Exactly up to seven songs. And then Guru bowed.</p>
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<p>Later on in his house, Guru said that when we performed for him, "I was very moved, I was very moved."</p>
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<p>We meditate on the Christ.<br/>
We repeat his name countless times.<br/>
Without the Christ-consciousness<br/>
Our life is totally lost.<br/>
Christ is for all.<br/>
He is our divinity’s Son<br/>
And humanity’s Father.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_g5tsc9u" title="Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5, Agni Press, 1976" href="#footnote1_g5tsc9u">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_g5tsc9u"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_g5tsc9u">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/isl-470">Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5</a>, Agni Press, 1976</li>
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<h2>The day I saw my Guru&#039;s Third Eye</h2>
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<p>This is another story that happened when we were in New York. We went to the Connecticut Centre, which was in a basement. Connecticut is not far from New York. We were having a meditation, and Guru was just in front of us. We could sit right in front of Guru. While I was looking at Guru, I saw the third eye very bright, bright, bright. I can&#39;t explain. It was whiter than white. It was like when you see some people in India that have a fork shape on their third eye. I asked the person beside me, &ldquo;Can you see Guru? Look&hellip; he&#39;s got&hellip;.&rdquo;&nbsp; He said: &ldquo;What are you talking about? I don&#39;t see anything.&rdquo;</p>
<p>It was indescribable. The only visual I could see was like when a star vibrates and the light seems to just grow and grow. It was very striking and very awakening.</p>
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<p>May my two human eyes<br/>
At every moment<br/>
Love and love and love<br/>
The celestial Beauty<br/>
Of my Lord&rsquo;s Third Eye.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_2re85pl" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 35,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_2re85pl">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_2re85pl"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_2re85pl">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-34873">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Tree</a>s, part 35,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2004</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/day-i-saw-my-gurus-third-eye">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy&#039;s biography, written by one of the most famous Bengali authors</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>The story started long before I became a disciple. Anwarul Chowdhury was the deputy secretary general of the United Nations. He was at the UN for many years and he loved Guru, just loved Guru. He eventually became an ambassador, so Guru always called him Ambassador Chowdhury.</p>
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<p>Ambassador Chowdhury is a very literary person and he knew one of the best writers, the most famous writers of Bengal. Not from Bangladesh, but actually from Calcutta. The writer's name is Mani Shankar Mukherjee, but people just call him Shankar. His books are so famous that they have been made into films by well-known filmmakers.</p>

<p>Shankar was very, very impressed to see that Guru, as a Bengali, came twice a week to the UN to give the peace meditation and also inspired his disciples to wear saris, which they did when they went to the UN.</p>
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<p>Shankar is also a spiritual person. He loves Swami Vivekananda and has written many books on Swami Vivekananda. He was inspired to write a biography of Guru. This was in 1988 when he first met Guru.</p>
<p>Many years passed. Shankar came, I think, one more time. He also got to meet Guru in 2005. Guru sent him a lot of material, and he started writing his book. But just before Guru's passing something happened and somehow the book project stopped.</p>
<p>Later, I went to India and I heard there that Shankar's wife had passed. I sent him flowers and spoke to him. We talked about restarting the project. Eventually the book got finished. I invited Shankar to come to New York again to sign the book and present it to the disciples.</p>
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<figcaption>The Hindi version of<br/>
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<p>Shankar is a good writer. The book is beautiful and very well written. Bengalis in different parts of India have read the book, and some have come to the United States and made a trip to the Sri Chinmoy Centre Aspiration-Ground just to know who Guru is.</p>
<p>This book has also been translated into Hindi, the main language, the common language, of India. Vijay and his family from Nepal and other disciples, including Mahavir-ji, have also given copies of the book to many, many people in India.</p>
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<p>God's biography,<br/>
Abridged and condensed,<br/>
Is the earthly life Of an Avatar.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_oloztyd" title="The Supreme and His four children: five spiritual dictionaries, Fleet Press Corporation, New York, 1973" href="#footnote1_oloztyd">1</a></p>
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<h2>I dreamt my meeting with Guru before it happened</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>The night before I met Guru for the first time, I had dreamt that I was at the Centre and there was a meditation happening. It was extremely powerful. Guru did not talk much. At the end of the meditation, Guru said, “The meeting is over, please go home.” Then he mentioned the names of five or six disciples and asked them to stay. All of them were the younger ones of the group at that time.</p>
<p>I tried to get up to leave but I could not. I was forcing myself to stand up and walk out, but I could not move. It was like I was glued to the chair. So I decided to stay a little longer until I could get up and walk.</p>
<p>I stayed and meditated and after some time, I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw that the meditation room was completely empty. There was nobody there. I started to get up to leave and a force came through my heart. It forced me to walk toward the entrance of the room where Guru was with the disciples he had asked to stay. Guru was lying down on the couch. I looked at Guru and told him, “For good or bad, I am your son.” </p>
<p>Guru replied, “If you are my son, cut your hair, shave your beard, and follow me. I shall lead you to the Golden Shore of the Eternal Beyond.”</p>
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<p>Then I woke up. I could not wait to go to meditation that Sunday morning. I just could not wait to see him. </p>
<p>So I went to the Centre. Guru started to meditate, and it was an extremely high and powerful meditation. I don’t recall if Guru said anything and I don’t know how long we were there either. </p>
<p>At some point, Guru said, “The meeting is over. Please go home. I will see you again when I come back in February.” This was in December of 1969.</p>
<p>I tried to get up and leave and I couldn’t get up. I tried again and still couldn’t get up. I placed my hands at the edge of the chair to push myself up, but I couldn’t get up. As much as I tries, I just couldn’t get up from the chair. I decided to stay and meditate until I could get up. </p>
<p>I started to meditate and was surrounded by this powerful love. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was all alone in the meditation room. I tried to get up and I was able to. The moment I got up, a force entered into my heart and took me right to the room where Guru was. Guru was lying on a divan and the disciples were on the floor in front of him. </p>
<p>Immediately Guru looked straight at me and asked, “What do you have to say?”  <br/>
My mouth opened up and I said, “For good or bad, I am your son.”<br/>
He looked at me with the sweetest eyes and the sweetest face and said, “If you are my son, cut your hair, shave your beard, and follow me. I shall lead you to the Golden Shore of the Eternal Beyond.” Word for word as I had dreamt it. Everything was exactly the same. </p>
<p>But then he added, “I will see you in February and I will initiate you. In May, I will give you your soul’s name.” In those days we used to get our spiritual names very early on. </p>
<p>This experience stayed with me to this day. In fact, all of my experiences with Guru have stayed with me to this day.</p>
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<p>My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!<br/>
May all my God-dreams blossom<br/>
In my aspiring heart-garden.<br/>
My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_yi9jhx4" title="My Supreme Songbook, 2001" href="#footnote1_yi9jhx4">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_yi9jhx4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_yi9jhx4">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/msp-23">My Supreme Songbook</a>, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-dreamt-my-meeting-guru-it-happened">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The day I met Guru on my way to school</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I was 13 or I might have been 14. I was going to school, and my school was one hour away from where I lived. Every day I went on the bus to school. Very occasionally, I would get off the bus halfway through and catch the train the rest of the way. That was only if I was really late or something had happened.</p>
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<p>One day I decided I was going to catch the train. I was with my cousins who I lived with. They were persuading me to catch the bus because we could travel together. I said, "No, I'm going to catch the train today."</p>
<p>I came out of the train station and as soon as I did, Guru walked by. He was on a secret visit to London.</p>
<p>He would go back via India, from India to New York. We were lucky that he would stop by London. That particular time he was staying in London for three days, but to rest and totally secretly. Nobody was allowed to know that he was there.</p>
<p>Because I was young, I said, "Guru are you coming to the Centre? Can you come to the Centre?" He said, "Yes, tell everybody I will come."</p>
<p>Then I was late for school. I said, "Guru, I'm going to be late for school."</p>
<p>At that time, the school was very, very strict. Everybody that was late on that day was in serious trouble—except me—because the teacher just didn't notice me. I was the latest of all of them, but Guru protected me.</p>
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<p>As long as we stay<br/>
Inside God’s Compassion-Heart<br/>
And at his Protection-Feet,<br/>
We shall be able to protect<br/>
Both the divine and the human<br/>
In our lives.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rezknxh" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 173, Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote1_rezknxh">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rezknxh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rezknxh">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-17247">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants,</a> part 173, Agni Press, 1992</li>
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<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>We would ask Guru many questions about Bhavani—what she is doing in the soul’s world and if she wants to come back to Earth. Guru said: “A disciple like Bhavani wants to be in Heaven for when her Master passes. She wants to be there for the celebrations in Heaven.”</p>
<p>Guru said one time that Bhavani, in the soul's world, came to visit Guru on the Christmas trip. It was during the night and Guru was meditating on Mother Kali. As she approached Guru, she saw Guru facing this light and she was afraid of the light. She asked Guru, "What is it?" Guru said, "This is Mother Kali." Guru said Bhavani's soul was afraid, but from Guru's point of view, he said he found it very charming. Then Guru finished meditating with Mother Kali, and Bhavani came and sat in front of Guru.</p>
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<p>As soon as she came, she got frightened to death when she saw me meditating, high, higher, highest, looking at the picture of Mother Kali. The picture frame has some bright lights inside it. Bhavani asked, “What is this? What is this?”</p>
<p>I said, “You cannot recognise yourself?” Bhavani is an aspect of Mother Durga and Mother Kali! The electric lights were dazzling her and her soul got frightened. This is what happens. If you have not realised God, then even if you are a soul, you are bound to be frightened by these dazzling lights.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wb2lq5w" title="I wanted to be a seeker of the Infinite, Agni Press, 2012" href="#footnote1_wb2lq5w">1</a></p>
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<p>Then Guru said: “We talked politics and world affairs.” Guru said she spoke just like she did when she was on Earth, very fast and lots of words. It was all about politics.</p>
<p>One of the things that Guru really showed us, me and my brother Devashishu and everybody, was that you never really die. One thing is you can just say: “Oh, that's the soul.” But when you actually start to have experiences through Guru of your mother still being alive, saying all these things, you really know and you really feel that the person is completely still alive.</p>
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<p>Bhavani came today only for her son Sahadeva’s birthday. These souls are just on the next floor. There is a big mirror in between, so they can see us.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_nrz09t9" title="I wanted to be a seeker of the Infinite, Agni Press, 2012" href="#footnote1_wb2lq5w">1</a></p>
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<p>Guru said, "You have to imagine like your mother is in New York and you are in London. She's in a different place. You cannot see her, but she is still alive."</p>
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<p><em>The Kingdom of Heaven</em></p>
<p>The Kingdom of Heaven<br/>
Is not for a darkened mind.<br/>
The Kingdom of Heaven<br/>
Is not for a trembling heart.<br/>
The Kingdom of Heaven<br/>
Is not for an unloving life.<br/>
The Kingdom of Heaven<br/>
Is only for the God-dreaming<br/>
And God-pleasing soul.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_1x1hd5n" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 30, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote2_1x1hd5n">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wb2lq5w"><a href="#footnoteref1_wb2lq5w" class="footnote-label">1.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref1_wb2lq5w">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref1_nrz09t9">b.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/wsi">I wanted to be a seeker of the Infinite, </a>Agni Press, 2012</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_1x1hd5n"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_1x1hd5n">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-2989">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 30</a>, Agni Press, 1982</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-mothers-soul-comes-visit-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The cat who wanted to reincarnate as a cow</h2>
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<p>I&rsquo;m going to tell a cute story about Sarama, who taught my first meditation classes and who I helped in her manifestation projects.</p>
<p>Sarama had a cat called Inky. She told me that when she came home one night and opened the door, Inky was sitting on the floor waiting for her. As soon as Sarama came in, Inky died. The cat had waited for Sarama to come home and then died.</p>
<p>Guru found out about it, and told Sarama that he had contacted Inky&rsquo;s soul. He said that he would give the cat a human incarnation in its next incarnation. But Inky&rsquo;s soul said it had seen a picture of a cow, and wanted to come back as a cow.</p>
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<p>Man&rsquo;s human glory begins when his animal story ends.<br/>
His divine glory begins when his human story ends.<br/>
His supreme Glory has neither birth nor death.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ia0li2z" title="Colour Kingdom,&nbsp;Aum Press, 1973" href="#footnote1_ia0li2z">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ia0li2z"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ia0li2z">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ck-15">Colour Kingdom,&nbsp;Aum Press</a>, 1973</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/cat-who-wanted-reincarnate-cow">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I was just so transported by the atmosphere</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><em>Pulak was introduced to Sri Chinmoy through Sarama, who gave yoga and meditation classes near where Pulak lived.</em></p>
<p>So the thing about Sarama is, she didn't just bring people to Guru if she didn't feel they were quite ready. With me, she realised that I needed a little work before I would be ready.  I was a little maybe – I don't know what you would say – bohemian or so.</p>
<p>She said I had to stop smoking to see Guru. So I think I was working at the Bronx Zoo and I just said, OK, well, I'm going to quit smoking today. And I was able to do it like in just one day. And it was an interesting process. Every time I felt I needed a cigarette, I just sort of like said, well, no, you don't need it.  </p>
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<p>I managed to clean up my act enough for Sarama to get me invited to April 13th Celebrations. The Celebrations that year was held at the Victoria Congregational Church right on 148th Street and 87th Avenue.</p>
<p>I remember when I was walking through the hall, I saw that Mahavishnu (John McLaughlin) was a disciple. While I was in Europe, I had become an admirer of his music. At Celebrations, he played acoustic guitar very beautifully. All the performances were so soulful and heartfelt. I'd never experienced anything like that before.</p>
<p>The first time I saw Guru, he was meditating to open the function on April the 13th, and then during the function he would sit there watching everything. Guru would be sitting there, in such a majestic way, watching.</p>

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<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/pulak/sri-chinmoy-april-72.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Guru was just magnificent. Just seeing him, I mean, seeing him in person — I'm sure many have felt this — you see Guru in person and it's just like you're ready to do anything he asks you to do. In 1972 he was only 41 years old—a young person, a very beautiful presence.</p>
<p>Guru played the harmonium and sang. Then, I think it was one of the first performances of Tanima's group. The whole function, the whole feeling—I was just so transported by the atmosphere. Afterwards, there was a meal downstairs.</p>
<p>So, I went down and then Sarama introduced me to Guru. I forget what she actually said to Guru. Guru was kind of was looking above my head. He wasn't looking right at me, he was looking a little above my head. I don't know what he saw there, but he was concentrating there. Then he asked me what I did. I said, “I just do a lot of temporary jobs.” He looked at me for a moment and said, “Very good.” Then he walked off.  </p>
<p>Well, that was my first personal encounter with Guru. The next day I got the message that Guru had accepted me and that I was in the Connecticut Centre.</p>
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<p>The outer teacher shows us the way<br/>
To reach the destination.<br/>
The inner teacher carries us<br/>
Compassionately, self-givingly,<br/>
Smilingly and proudly<br/>
To the destination itself.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_jcthybi" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 10, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_jcthybi">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_jcthybi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_jcthybi">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-9548">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 10</a>, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-was-just-so-transported-atmosphere">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy meets St. Peter</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In the mid-1980’s, Guru came to Ottawa and offered a public meditation and concert.</p>
<p>There were about 200 seekers in attendance. As was Guru’s habit at that time, at the end of the function, Guru would personally offer prasad, an orange, to each seeker.</p>
<p>Everyone approached the stage in a long line, and one by one, we went up to Guru to receive the orange. The line moved slowly, as Guru spent one or two seconds with each individual.</p>
<p>Suddenly, the line came to a halt as an order gentleman stood in front of Guru. Guru meditated on this man for two or three minutes. This was so unusual that all the disciples knew something extraordinary was going on. We were eager to find out what it was.</p>

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<p>The next day the leader of the Ottawa Centre, who was Guru’s driver during the visit, told us the following: As this man approached Guru, the Christ appeared out of the ether and asked him to please bless “his Peter.” Guru said that 2,000 years ago, he had been one of the direct disciples of Jesus.</p>
<p>The Ottawa disciples got to know Peter a little. One time, he and his wife, Frederika, invited me to their home for lunch. Peter was in the kitchen preparing the meal, and from the living room, I could hear him sweetly singing various hymns. Frederika said he often sang to Jesus as he cooked.</p>
<p>Both Peter and Frederika were deeply spiritual people. After the meal, Peter showed me a video of a seminar given by a well-known Catholic theologian. He asked me to watch how he spoke about Jesus. Then he pointed out that this person was not theorizing. He spoke about Jesus as though he had personally known him.</p>
<p>Then Peter recounted a story. He and Frederika had attended a talk given by this theologian. At the end of the talk, a number of people formed a queue, waiting to speak to him personally. When Peter got to the head of the line, the two men looked into each other’s eyes, and then both burst into tears and began hugging each other. Peter felt certain that this theologian had also been one of the Christ’s disciples.</p>
<p>After their meeting with Guru at the meditation/concert, Peter and Frederika always came to functions whenever Guru was in Ottawa. They even travelled to New York to see Guru on several occasions. This became quite a challenge, for as time went on, Peter became dependant on a wheelchair.</p>
<p>Peter passed away peacefully in the early 1990’s, and the Ottawa disciples who were present sensed a deep feeling of peace and joy as he slipped away into the other world. Frederika continued her friendship with the Ottawa Centre. In her later years, Guru gave her the spiritual name Devatripti.</p>
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<p>If you are wise,<br/>
Then do not wait<br/>
For the Christ to return.<br/>
You can go and see him<br/>
In Heaven<br/>
With your aspiration-heart<br/>
And surrender-life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_k5oq5ay" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 178, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_k5oq5ay">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_k5oq5ay"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_k5oq5ay">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-17776">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 178</a>, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoy-meets-st-peter">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>So exhausted I hide in my closet</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Now I'll tell you one story I've told many times but I rarely tell the ending to the story. We were playing tennis in Bali and it was very, very hot and humid. Finally the game ended and I went back to my room. I was exhausted.  </p>
<p>Just a few minutes later I heard some boys and my roommate screaming, "Mahiyan, Guru wants to play some more." I was so tired that I hid in the closet in my room. They couldn't find me, and finally they left.</p>
<p>The end of the story is that I started feeling guilty because I thought that since Guru wants to play tennis, I should play. I put on a dry shirt and went back to the tennis court, but Guru never played with me anymore that day. He played with other boys.</p>
<p>That was a lesson for me: Always try and do what Guru requests.</p>
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<p>There is no special right moment.<br/>
Every moment is the right moment<br/>
To please your Master.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_jyeoxgz" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 18, Agni Press, 2000" href="#footnote1_jyeoxgz">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_jyeoxgz"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_jyeoxgz">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-17650">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 18</a>, Agni Press, 2000</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/so-exhausted-i-hide-my-closet">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotch</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><strong><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/pipasa/pipasa-jamini-hopscotch.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Pipasa:</strong> My friend Jamini got the idea of doing the hopscotch record. A lot of people were breaking records at that time.</p>
<p><strong>Jamini:</strong> People were breaking records for Guru's 50th birthday when we were in New York in August 1981. That was our first celebrations. Many people were doing records so when we came home, we sat down one night with the Guinness Book of Records. We were looking through it trying to figure out what we could do and came across this hopscotch record.</p>
<p><strong>Pipasa:</strong> 90 hours was the previous record.</p>
<p><strong>Jamini:</strong> Then we had the brilliant idea of doing a hundred hours.</p>
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<p><strong>Pipasa:</strong> Guru came in the middle of the game and walked on the board. He took his sandals off and stepped on the first square and asked, "How do you play this game?" We showed him. He said, "Ba," <em>(Bengali for 'good')</em>. Then he walked away. But we knew that he took a lot of pain out of our experience by just being there and supporting us inwardly. Prasannata said that she thought that Guru's legs were bothering him the next day.</p>
<p><strong>Jamini:</strong> You could get five minutes break per hour, so we saved it up and then we could take maybe an hour sleep at night. I tell you, it was really, really hard to get up. With hopscotch, you have to throw a little bean bag to your square, and my aim was just so terrible. I would play for one round and then I would be done, and Pipasa would have to go again.</p>
<p><strong>Pipasa:</strong> Guru gave us both awards. Guru gave Jamini an elephant and a beautiful plaque that said: 100 hours of hopscotch. He gave me a bear and also a plaque. Guru held it up and meditated on it and looked very seriously at it like he was putting some force into it. Then he handed it to me with a big smile.</p>
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<p><strong>Jamini:</strong> At one point there was a function. And then Guru called us in for prasad. That was after about 70 hours when we were pretty out of it. But I'll never forget walking in there for that moment. When I was looking at Guru as we were walking up, he looked so beautiful and radiant.</p>
<p><strong>Pipasa:</strong> I had a similar experience.</p>
<p><em>(Comment: You became quite famous, there were many newspaper articles.)</em></p>
<p><strong>Jamini:</strong> We had to bend down to take prasad, and Guru said, “Oh, oh, you have to bend.” He felt sorry for us.</p>
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<h2>When your Guru tells you to do something, you do it yesterday</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>From about 1971 to 1995, I would say that my experience on the path was fulfilled through love and devotion. My love for Guru – doing meditation, praying – and my devotion to Guru – servicing him in whatever way I could – taught me everything I needed to know about Guru.</p>
<p>Almost.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy painting one of his 'Jharna-Kala' artworks - spontaneous mystical artworks that come from the Source of creation</figcaption>
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<p>One day Guru asked me to come downstairs and tell him how I was serving him. I told him that I was taking his <em>Jharna-Kala</em> pictures and setting up galleries around the city. One of the ways was to set them up on an easel on the sidewalk. Guru looked at me and remained silent for a little while. Then he said, "Vajra, you should tie the pictures down on the easel so that they don't fall from the easel onto the sidewalk."</p>
<p>On one occasion, I was out on the street and I was setting up the pictures on the easel. I chose to ignore Guru's request to tie the pictures down. All of a sudden, a wind came and blew every picture I had on the easel to the sidewalk, glass flying everywhere. This was my first experience learning that when Guru tells you to do something, you do it yesterday.</p>
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<p>You can shorten your spirituality-road<br/>
And quicken your speed<br/>
If you are under the guidance<br/>
Of a true, able and spiritually rich Master.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_2ap6jlf" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 192, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_2ap6jlf">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_2ap6jlf"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_2ap6jlf">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-19134">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants,</a> part 192, Agni Press, 1993</li>
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<h2>Vajra</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Welcome!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/vajra">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Hotel Angel</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>When Guru came to London, especially in the later years, he did some concerts in the Royal Albert Hall. Then he would do some weightlifting events. We were lucky in London; he came to London quite a few times.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates during his Peace Concert at the Royal Albert Hall, 1990</figcaption>
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<p>It was very, very hard to find hotel rooms because we were so short of hotel rooms. Guru wanted us to find a nice hotel because he had many guests that would come as well. I would go to literally every hotel in London and check it out to make sure it was nice enough for Guru first, and second of all, whether we can get it at a good price, and whether they have enough rooms. One time I was trying for a few weeks and there was nothing. There was absolutely nothing. We were desperate because we needed to find hotel rooms.</p>
<p>Either we were just lucky, lucky, lucky—or it was Guru: a really nice hotel suddenly said we could have the number of rooms—50 rooms, 30 rooms, however many we wanted—at a price that we needed. It was a miracle.</p>
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<p>Imagine the chances. It was when Guru was meeting Princess Diana, but we didn't know that he was meeting Princess Diana. It was secret. The hotel was next to her house.</p>
<p>Guru does everything for you. I just kind of live, and Guru does everything.</p>
<p>Because Guru was coming on the flight very early from New York to London, we had to have the room ready. We had to have it the night before so we could make it nice. You put towels and flowers, Indian sweets and all sorts of nice things in Guru's rooms—notebooks, pens.</p>
<p>We paid for the room but we didn't have the key. The hotel decided to be really, really strict—very, very top security—and not let us have Guru's room. They needed Guru to be in person with his passport in order to have the keys to his room.</p>
<p>So we have this problem. We had to get into the room to get it ready, to make it nice for Guru. But they're not allowing us to. There was nothing we could do.</p>
<p>At that precise minute, a young boy came from behind the counter, came from somewhere and said, "Oh, I'll take care of them."</p>
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<p>Then he says to me, "I'm Guru's disciple." He got us the key and let us in. I had never seen him before and I had been a disciple in London all my life. He came out of nowhere. It turned out that his mother had been a disciple of a meditation group outside of London. I call him an angel. It was like a hotel angel came to help us.</p>
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<p>When God swiftly wants to offer me<br/>
His blessingful Hand,<br/>
He always employs an angel.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_mqgc7ud" title="Angels, Jharna-Kala Card Co., 1995" href="#footnote1_mqgc7ud">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_mqgc7ud"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_mqgc7ud">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ang-45">Angels</a>, Jharna-Kala Card Co., 1995</li>
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<h2>&#039;Never judge someone by their outer appearance&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>During the Christmas trips, in most places that we have travelled, especially in Asia, all of the hotel managers basically have fallen in love with Guru. Whether they were Westerners, whether they were Asians of origin, whatever they were or whatever nationality they were, they all fell in love with Guru. They definitely became devotees. They were definitely blessed and are being blessed by Guru.</p>
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<p>Usually wherever we went, all the services of the hotel or whatever Guru wanted, we would try to do it. When we were in China in 2004, we were always bringing doctors or people who would massage Guru, things like that. In Qingdao we brought this Chinese acupuncture lady, and she was the best within that area. She was excellent. She came to Guru and took his pulse. When she finished, she said that she was surprised that, for his age, how strong all Guru’s organs were. Of course, when we translated to Guru, he gave her a big smile because he was so happy about what she had said. Guru is and will forever be incredibly strong.</p>
<p>Guru always wanted to get a haircut, and in other places there were nice barber shops where Guru could get a haircut. Sometimes he liked being all shaved and other times he just wanted a little bit. Even though Guru didn't seem to have a lot of hair, it definitely grew a lot at his temples. It grew quite fast.</p>
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<p>We were in the Grand Bali Beach Hotel. Actually we had been there a few times. Guru had a beautiful room there. It had two floors. There were stairs. Guru loved it because he had a whole floor where he had all his things for doing paintings and drawings. Then he had another room with all his instruments and another room with all the weightlifting material which we carried everywhere. We were like a caravan whenever we arrived in a place.</p>
<p>We were in the Bali Beach Hotel and downstairs there was a barbershop and a beauty parlour. I had gone in before, seen the lady and felt that she was very unkempt. She didn't look clean or pure, according to my version of what pure and clean is.</p>
<p>When Guru asked me, I said, “Guru, there is a barbershop, but this lady looks very unkempt. She doesn't look very clean to me. She almost looks like a <em>rakshasha </em>(a demon).”</p>
<p>Guru looked at me and said, "Let me be the judge of that. Take me to her." So we went there and Guru sat down. The lady was extremely sweet to Guru. She gave him the haircut.</p>
<p>Then at the end, as we were coming out of the barbershop, I picked up all of Guru's hair. As we were leaving, Guru said to me, “Never judge someone by their outer appearance. You just do not know,” which is absolutely true.</p>
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<p>God tells us,<br/>
“My children, let us perform<br/>
Our respective tasks<br/>
Lovingly, happily<br/>
And proudly.<br/>
My Job is to judge the world.<br/>
Your job is to serve the world.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_48xzoo6" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 12, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_48xzoo6">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_48xzoo6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_48xzoo6">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-11247">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 12</a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<p>In the old days, because we were very few disciples, it was customary for Guru to give initiation by touching the head and heart of disciples. Although not everyone was initiated like that, the great majority of us were.</p>
<p>You would stand in front of him. One hand was like this, with a finger on your third eye and the other hand was on your heart chakra. The way I experienced it: I was connected to this universal dynamo, that Guru was pulling out the centuries of darkness and putting in his consciousness, his light, himself, fully into me.</p>
<p>To tell you the truth, this is the very first time I have been able to express this.</p>
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<p>Initiation is the immediate expansion<br/>
Of the disciple&#39;s consciousness and<br/>
The conscious manifestation<br/>
Of the Master&#39;s compassion-height.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_h3byt95" title="God&#39;s Hour,&nbsp;Sky Publishers, New York, 1973" href="#footnote1_h3byt95">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_h3byt95"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_h3byt95">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gh-7">God&#39;s Hour,&nbsp;Sky Publishers</a>, New York, 1973</li>
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<h2>&#039;I may not be your physical father, but I am your eternal father&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In May 1998, Guru offered a university lecture and concert series. Because I was working at the Florida International University in Miami, I was able to extend an invitation to Guru from the Department of Religion. That was a very, very special blessingful event for me. It was a beautiful programme and a beautiful concert. We had a function after the concert.</p>
<p>Guru asked me when I was going to come next time to New York. He said, "Will you come in August?" I already knew I wanted to come for Father's Day, so I said, "Guru, I will come for Father's Day."</p>
<p>Suddenly there was a hush in our function room. For those of us who have had that experience, when Guru would come in sometimes to Aspiration-Ground, there would be a complete stillness. Everything would just become very quiet. With a voice, an inner voice that came from Heaven – it didn't sound like a person speaking – Guru said, "I may not be your physical father, but I am your eternal father."</p>
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<p><em>Father, I live only for You</em></p>
<p>Father, I live only for You.<br/>
Daughter, live only for the Supreme in Me.<br/>
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Father, I live only for You.<br/>
Daughter, live only for the Divinity in Me.<br/>
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Father, I live only for You.<br/>
Daughter, live only for the Dream in Me.<br/>
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Father, I live only for You.<br/>
Daughter, live only for the Reality in Me.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_0we0n26" title="The Dance of Life, part 20, Aum Press, 1973" href="#footnote1_0we0n26">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_0we0n26"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_0we0n26">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/dl-974">The Dance of Life, part 20</a>, Aum Press, 1973</li>
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<h2>The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru</h2>
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<p>For many years, Guru did of a lot of weightlifting, attempting heavier weights, different kinds of weights. It was a big part of our life as guards to help Guru with the weightlifting, to help with the machines, to help transport things and to help with the <em>Lifting Up the World With a Oneness-Heart</em> lifting ceremonies.</p>
<p>I think every now and then Guru realised that some of us could not relate to the amount of weight that Guru was lifting. We had no way of understanding it. So Guru sometimes would get the guards to lift heavy weights.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/devashishu/devashishu-weightlifting.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One time on Aspiration-Ground in front of everybody, in front of everyone at Celebrations, I was trying to lift a weight, but I was having some serious problems.</p>
<p>Guru gave us two weights. We were trying to lift two weights that were both very heavy, and it was impossible for me. I did my best. It was so much fun to do it, to start to identify with what Guru was doing.</p>
<p>There's a great story. When I was on one Christmas trip, Guru said 'All of the guards, every single guard, has to make a weightlifting machine for me'. The thing is, at that time, it was 1992, I didn't know how to make a weightlifting machine. I'm not good with mechanical things or engineering or construction. I had no idea how to make a machine. I had no money, zero money. We were on this island, Tenerife, which is off the coast of Africa. It was a Christmas trip. I was wondering, “What am I going to do?” I was really getting worried. How am I going to make a machine? I have nothing.</p>

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<p>One day I was walking by the beach in a bay with boats and things. There was this piece of wood that came in from the water, from the ocean onto the beach. It was a really horrible piece of wood, about one metre by two metres. It was broken. It was a piece of a boat or something. It smelled of fish because it was in the water. I dragged this piece of wood back to the hotel where we were staying.</p>
<p>When I got back to the hotel, I found a small piece of what we call a two-by-one piece of wood. I nailed it to the big piece of wood and I put some elastic band around the wood. This was my machine. It was a ridiculous machine. It was hopeless. I was hoping that Guru would not ask to see the machines because it was the most useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine. But it was the best I could do.</p>
<p>The other boys were making things out of metal with special welded parts and a really good machine for Guru to use. I had this ridiculous piece of wood, so I hid it away. I hoped Guru would not ask for it. But of course, on the last day, Guru said, "Oh Devashishu, where is your machine?"</p>
<p>I brought this machine, this piece of wood with another piece of wood and a piece of elastic. Guru was in the function room on the Christmas trip in a special area with a curtain around it. It was just me and Guru. I brought it in and I thought Guru would just laugh and tell me to take it away. But Guru said, "How does it work?" Then I said, "Guru you put your foot through the elastic and then you just pull." Guru said, "Let me try, let me try."</p>
<p>So Guru sat on a chair. He put his foot through this piece of elastic. I had to hold the piece of wood, the upright piece of wood as Guru pulled with his leg, because otherwise it would fall to pieces. I kept waiting for Guru to just laugh and say it was ridiculous. But Guru tried it. He tried it with both legs.</p>
<p>What I learnt from this experience was what Guru wants us to do. He doesn't want us to be brilliant and amazing and to be the best at everything. But he wants us to identify, to feel oneness, to follow Guru, to follow what he's doing, to identify with his weightlifting through his exercising. And through that we can have real joy. We can actually get tremendous joy, tremendous inspiration.</p>
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<figcaption>While in Tenerife, Sri Chinmoy was also trying to better his 100m record time - another project which his students would try to identify with and assist him with.</figcaption>
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<p>But if we just look at Guru's weightlifting and say, “Oh, I don't understand weightlifting. I don't understand any of that,” we sort of leave a distance between us and the weightlifting. Then we're never quite getting the inspiration, we're never really fully part of what Guru is doing.</p>
<p>Guru just taught us over and over again to have oneness, to have identification, to completely surrender and feel oneness with what he was doing. It was a really big lesson for me.</p>
<p>That machine, by the way, never went to New York. It disappeared.</p>
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<p>The aspiring heart believes in<br/>
Only one road,<br/>
And that road is<br/>
Oneness-happiness-road.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gwo0l1e" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 195,  Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_gwo0l1e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gwo0l1e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gwo0l1e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-19418">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 195</a>,  Agni Press, 1993</li>
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<h2>Become like the bird</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>This was at one of the <em>Jharna-Kala</em> galleries in Wooster in Greenwich Village. It was 1976, less than two years after Guru began painting his Jharna-Kala.</p>
<p>One day Guru said, “Anybody who would like to have a painting, would like me to do a painting for them, line up.”</p>
<p>Of course, I got in the line. What happened is when it was your turn, you stood right in front of Guru. You are five or six feet away from Guru and he is doing the painting, with you standing in front of him. It was just a totally amazing experience, just watching this painting come to life.</p>
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<p>So, you are standing there for a couple of minutes, three or four minutes, and Guru creates this painting. The last thing Guru did on the painting was the eye. He put his forefinger there with the blue paint and put the eye. That was the completion of the painting.</p>
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<p>After doing the painting, he wrote, “To dear Sal, with eternal love blessings. Guru. CKG, May 22nd, 1976.”</p>
<p>Then, when he gave it to me, he said, “Become like this bird, with dynamism and humility.”</p>
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My soul’s divinity-bird<br/>
And my heart’s purity-bird<br/>
Are together on the wing.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_udd8zwr" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 45, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_udd8zwr">1</a></p>
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<p><em>The bird drawings in the background are also by Sri Chinmoy.</em></p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_udd8zwr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_udd8zwr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-4415">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 45</a>, Agni Press, 1984</li>
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<h2>I was what you call a classic unconscious seeker</h2>
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<p>I was what you call a classic unconscious seeker. I was an ordinary person in high school. I was an athlete, but I never heard of spirituality, meditation, yoga or anything like that. I went to university and I was a good student. I didn't do anything crazy, never tried any weird stuff, and was just an ordinary person.<br/>
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<p>So in my last semester of college, I'm taking a course on Eastern religions. The books were by Suzuki and Alan Watts. Those were the main proponents in the West on Eastern philosophy. Early in the course, the teacher mentioned meditation, just mentioned it. I was curious and wanted more information on it. After class, I went up to the teacher to ask him about what he could suggest, books to read on meditation.</p>
<p>I was waiting in line and as it turned out, there was a disciple of Guru's in the class. He told me afterwards that he never, ever did this before: he just walked up to me and interrupted me on the line and started talking to me. As soon as he started speaking to me, I think I became a disciple. He didn't have to do anything.</p>
<p>I met with him every day. Because I went to a Catholic school, we met in the church. He would meditate and we would meditate together. I would ask him millions of questions. But everything he said, I accepted. There was no hesitation. I actually think I became a disciple immediately, even though I wasn't conscious of what a disciple meant.</p>
<p>At this time, Guru had a Centre in Wilton, Connecticut. It was a small house in suburban Connecticut. It was a two-story house. On the second floor Guru held the meditation.</p>
<p>You couldn't see Guru if you weren't a disciple because all the disciples were up front and Guru was off to the side. So I stood in the back with my friend, who was a disciple, and just tried to absorb everything.</p>
<p>This was in 1971, May of '71, and at that time Guru was very approachable. After the meeting was over, Guru went down to the ground floor and sat in a chair amidst everybody. The disciple brought me up to Guru and introduced me to Guru. I still can see the whole picture. I can see Guru with his beautiful smile, sitting in the chair.</p>
<p>Then Guru said, "You have a very beautiful soul."<br/>
But I think everybody has a beautiful soul.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy and Rupantar a few years later, in 1977</figcaption>
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<p>What you need<br/>
You can get only From your heart-book,<br/>
And that heart-book Is God’s Compassion-Eye.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_acpop59" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 38, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_acpop59">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_acpop59"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_acpop59">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-37782">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 38</a>, Agni Press, 2004</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-became-conscious-and-was-it">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>New book: Being Our Higher Selves</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2022/being-our-higher-selves.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A new collection of Sri Chinmoy's writings was released recently, titled <strong>Being Our Higher Selves: Guide to a Fulfilling Life</strong> and compiled by Bhadra Kleinman from New York. As the title suggests, the book is themed around the ageless question: how do we live the life that brings the most satisfaction to our soul?</p>
<p>Over his five-decade service, which included peace meditations at the United Nations as well as talks and lectures at universities and spiritual gatherings around the world, Sri Chinmoy was asked many of the questions that we all share - how we can have lives that are fulfilling, filled with delight and love? How we can move on from the past? And how can we bring our best selves to the fore? His answers are practical and heartfelt and awaken a sense of inner possibility which is often easy to forget in our daily lives.</p>
<p><a class="button" href="https://www.amazon.com/Being-Our-Higher-Selves-Fulfilling/dp/1945758074">Purchase on Amazon</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/new-book-being-our-higher-selves">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/pradhan/victorys_banner_restaurant.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />During the tenure of the first Victory’s Banner Restaurant, 1981-86, I would attend all the Christmas trips, which lasted two to three weeks back then. Sukantika, my spiritual sister who served as manager of the restaurant, would work overtime to cover my absence, so whenever Guru took his smaller European trips during the year, I would make an effort to send Sukantika.</p>
<p>Although the restaurant was always financially strapped, one year we were really hurting and didn’t have enough funds to send Sukantika on the mid-year European journey. I felt badly about this, and one day approached Guru on his porch, explaining that we didn’t have enough money and asking if it was absolutely necessary to send Sukantika. He said, “It is all a matter of consciousness. If her consciousness is going to fall, then she should definitely go. Consciousness comes before money.”</p>
<p>“Okay,” I replied, “I’ll tell her that.”</p>
<p>“Oh no, don’t tell her that!” Guru clarified. “Tell her that if she can keep her same good consciousness as it is and not go, then she doesn’t have to go.” Then he clarified, “The very suggestion that her consciousness may go down will serve as a seed to cause it to go down. Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them.” It struck me how careful Guru is, down to the last word.</p>
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<p>There is not a single seeker<br/>
Who cannot inspire others.<br/>
There is not a single seeker<br/>
Who cannot be inspired by others.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_kga9neh" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 93, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_kga9neh">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_kga9neh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_kga9neh">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 93, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>&#039;Don&#039;t be sad, I am everywhere.&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>After Guru passed away, his vibration was still so strong. But I was very sad, of course. We were meditating in New York on October 11th. It was the anniversary of the first year, or maybe it was even the same year. My father had passed away and then Guru passed away and then my cat passed away.</p>
<p>My cat's name was Gokul. I was sitting, meditating, but feeling very sad and thinking: “Oh, Guru died, my father died, my cat died. Guru, everything is so sad.”</p>
<p>Then I heard Guru's voice inwardly and he said, "Listen!" I had been playing music, but not really listening. Just when I heard Guru say, "Listen!" I realised that the Bhajan song playing was “<em>Bhaja Govinda charana ra binda shyama sundara Gokul ananda</em>.” The name of my cat was Gokul.</p>
<p>The exact minute that I was thinking: “sad, sad,” it was like Guru heard me. Then I heard his voice saying: "Listen!" He was telling me: “I am everywhere, I am everywhere. Don't be sad. I am everywhere.”</p>
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<p>My evening descends,<br/>
And I see and feel everywhere<br/>
God's Sweetness-Presence.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gbh0m5i" title="My evening descends, 25 September, Agni Press, 1996 " href="#footnote1_gbh0m5i">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gbh0m5i"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gbh0m5i">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ed-269">My evening descends</a>, 25 September, Agni Press, 1996 </li>
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<h2>I play tennis every day</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I met Guru for the first time in the airport in Los Angeles in a hotel meeting room. He had a long layover on his flight home from the Christmas trip. It was very nice. Guru told his singers to come up and sing a song that he had just written.</p>
<p>The leader of the group, Haridas, a famous composer from Paris, had put it into an eight-part harmony. He said, "I don't know if we can do it, Guru, because many people have gone home."</p>
<p>Guru said, "Try anyway."</p>
<p>The song they sang was: 'I play tennis every day'. I knew in my heart he was having them sing that song for me, even though he had never met me before.</p>
<p>Later on, maybe a few years later, I heard Guru say that the ABC's of being a spiritual master, is you can easily read anybody's mind. But don't worry—if he reads your mind, even if he sees horrible thoughts, Guru would only try and help us with our aspiration and inspiration.</p>
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<p><em>I play tennis every day</em></p>
<p>I play tennis every day<br/>
To join my Lord's Vision-Play.<br/>
I am the surrender-ball:<br/>
All joy in a body small.<br/>
Tennis, tennis, tennis game,<br/>
My heart's perfection-flame.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_0gmxywk" title="I play tennis every day, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_0gmxywk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_0gmxywk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_0gmxywk">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ted-1">I play tennis every day</a>, Agni Press, 1994</li>
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<p>Five or six years ago I was running in London in front of Kensington Gardens. A car came so close to me that I got frightened and jumped onto the sidewalk. A man came out of the car and said, “We are your disciples.”</p>
<p>Then the whole family came out. It was Kaivalya, Bhavani and their two boys. I did not recognise them, even though they had already come to New York. Now I know the family so well.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_7lgf36q" title="Run and become, become and run, part 17, Agni Press, 1986" href="#footnote1_7lgf36q">1</a></p>
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<p><strong>Devashishu</strong>: The first time that I actually met Guru was in 1978. I was nine years old. It was a complete surprise because we were driving through London with our family, and with our grandmother as well. We were driving to see an art gallery.</p>
<p><strong>Kaivalya:</strong>  My wife, Bhavani, had been in New York and had seen Guru, but the rest of the family had not seen him in person yet.</p>
<p>We were driving in London on a Sunday afternoon, and suddenly Bhavani said, “There's Guru!” I was driving and I said, “Guru’s in New York! It can't be Guru!” But I looked in the mirror and I saw Guru.  So, I turned the car around and we jumped out and ran towards Guru.</p>
<p><strong>Sahadeva:</strong> My father had to do a U-turn in the street, a very busy street. He pulled over, we all jumped out and we saw Guru about 20 metres away. We all approached Guru, my mother first and then us.</p>
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<p>Guru was travelling to India. He used to visit London when, in those days, Air India flights would stop in London on their way from New York to India.</p>
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<p><strong>Devashishu:</strong> He had some takeaway food, some food he had bought from a restaurant in his hands and he was trying to cross this big road.</p>
<p>We started running towards Guru when we got out of the vehicle. Guru was a little bit worried because he saw these people running at him. He was a little bit concerned.  But my mother explained to Guru, "We are your disciples. We've been studying in your London Centre." My mother had been to New York one time already.</p>
<p><strong>Sahadeva: </strong>Then he looked at us - Mum says he was a little confused at first - but then he saw me and my brother Devashishu, two little boys, and he had a big smile on his face.</p>
<p><strong>Devashishu:</strong> The funniest thing was that my grandmother was with us and she had no idea what was going on. She also got to meet Guru, but she really had no idea who Guru was. So she was kind of there, but she didn't really know what was happening.</p>
<p>I was nine years old. My brother Sahadeva was seven. It's quite a faint memory now. But what I do remember very clearly, I remember Guru talking to my parents and saying a few very nice words to my parents. Then he meditated with us on the street, right in this big, busy street. He just meditated on us there in the street. He put his hands, one hand on my head and one hand on my brother's head and he just meditated in silence.</p>
<p>I do remember the joy I felt. It was an incredible experience. Me and my brother, we were both just filled with so much joy. There was this tremendous feeling of love coming from Guru. For me it was a feeling of finding someone who I knew. I felt like I knew this person very well, somebody who's very familiar, and also finding someone that I didn't realize I had been looking for, someone I was desperately looking for.</p>
<p><strong>Sahadeva</strong>: It was a beautiful, very short meeting, and Guru blessed me and Devashishu on the head in the middle of the street with all these people walking past. We had so much joy. Guru was flying the next day off to India. Me and Devashishu remember that occasion - there was so much joy. Our hearts were bursting with joy.</p>
<p><strong>Kaivalya:</strong> Bhavani said to Guru, “Can we tell everybody in London Centre that you are here?”  </p>
<p>Guru said, “Oh no, I am going back to New York tomorrow morning early. So, I would rather you did not do that.”</p>
<p>That evening we went to London Centre for meditation, and we couldn't say anything about Guru being in London. My wife found it very difficult. The next morning, she phoned the hotel in London where Guru was staying. She found out that Guru had left the hotel and so then immediately she told everybody in the Centre.</p>
<p>That was the first time I saw Guru.</p>
<p><strong>Devashishu:</strong> I remember we went to this art gallery afterwards. Me and my brother, we were just, as we say in English, walking on air. We were so happy and so full of something new and beautiful that we just didn't feel like we were walking on the ground. For hours, for days, we were left with this wonderful feeling from meeting Guru.</p>
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<p>God surprised me<br/>
By coming into my life<br/>
Quite unexpectedly.<br/>
I am surprising God<br/>
By staying inside His Heart-Garden<br/>
Permanently.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_87n5m9l" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 205, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote2_87n5m9l">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_7lgf36q"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_7lgf36q">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_17">Run and become, become and run, part 17, </a>Agni Press, 1986</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_87n5m9l"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_87n5m9l">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-20472">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 205, Agni Press, 1994</li>
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<p>I came to the United States from India at the age of twenty-seven. I came to Miami for my higher studies. I had started meditation in India on my own, reading some books. But even though people imagine that everybody in India meditates, that's not the case. I did not know a single person my age who meditated.</p>
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<p>I was still hungering for a spiritual community when I came to Miami. There was a friend and classmate at the university who would bring me meditation books. She was going somewhere for meditation. She brought me Guru's books <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/BW">Beyond Within</a> and Father and Daughter and other books that she had from where she went to meditate. The books really connected with me. I felt it was exactly the way I imagined meditation would be. It was focused on the heart. I was dying to go for meditation classes. This was 1993.</p>
<p>Finally in 1994, I started going for meditation classes. It took a while. My first meditation class was exactly what I had imagined. At the end of the meditation, I got to meet with the teacher, who was Durjaya from the Miami Centre. I still remember talking to him after the class. My soul was so happy that I was shaking like a leaf.</p>

<p>Then I started coming to the meditation centre. Actually, the first trip that I made to the Centre – it was a class, I was still not a disciple – I saw a double rainbow!</p>
<p>I have to say that I will be forever grateful to the Miami centre for all their love, their kindness, their warmth and the way they brought me into their hearts.</p>
<p>I will be forever, forever, eternally grateful to Guru because how he could bring me all the way from India to him here in the US? The outer reason was my studies, but the inner reason that I came to the United States was because Guru was here.</p>
<p><em>[Comment: Usually Americans think of going to India to find their Master. You did the opposite.]</em></p>
<p>Yes, wherever our Guru is, we have to go there. Soon after, in May 1994, I had the opportunity to come to New York. I had applied to be a disciple but I had not yet been accepted.</p>
<p>I first saw Guru in PS 86. It was crowded and I was all the way in the back of the auditorium. I couldn't see Guru very well but I saw the disciples and I remember them so clearly. Their smiles were so beautiful. I said to myself that even if I don't go very far spiritually, if I can smile like that, it's worth becoming a disciple.</p>
<p>In July 1994 I became a disciple. That was also a very special experience, very personal.</p>
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<p><em>Divine journey</em></p>
<p>The divine journey<br/>
Is the continuous, eternal journey<br/>
That is not only nearing God-Reality<br/>
But is actually bringing God-Reality<br/>
To itself.<br/>
And this journey is not only the soul's<br/>
Continuous preparation<br/>
In us,<br/>
But also the soul's full blossoming<br/>
For us.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gtdqfi4" title="Silence-seed and sound-fruit, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_gtdqfi4">1</a></p>
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<h2>If I could remember this in my daily life now, I&#039;d be a very high soul</h2>
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<p>Guru visited the running shop <em>Run and Become</em> in London. Many disciples came—too many—and we couldn't get everybody inside. Guru was sitting by the till with the owners Ongkar, Vinodini, and their two girls, Shankara and Dipika. Guru asked that we stop letting people in. I was asked to be the guard at the door.</p>
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<figcaption>Don Ritchie, a world record holder in numerous ultramarathon distances, met with Sri Chinmoy many times over the years</figcaption>
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<p>Then a very famous ultra-distance runner from Scotland called Don Ritchie came to see Guru. Now, how am I to tell Guru that he is here? I just concentrated very hard at the door. I looked at Guru and concentrated. I don't know about the third eye; I was just concentrating. I was very serious, very strongly telling Guru from inside, “Guru, please listen to me. Don Ritchie is here to see you.” Guru looked up and said, “So Don Ritchie is here. Bring him in.”</p>
<p>This happened to me several times during my discipleship and my relationship with Guru. Several times I needed to say something to Guru. I did this very thing [inwardly speaking to Guru], and he always responded in the same way. If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul.</p>
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<p>I wish to hear Your Nectar-Message.<br/>
Therefore, I always remain inside<br/>
The garden of my heart.<br/>
You wish to hear my inner message.<br/>
Therefore, You remain inside air all around me.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_fenqkkt" title="My green adoration-gifts, part 2, 1977 (Translation of song Tomar katha shunbo ami)" href="#footnote1_fenqkkt">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_fenqkkt"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_fenqkkt">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mgg-127">My green adoration-gifts, part 2, 1977</a> (Translation of song Tomar katha shunbo ami)</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/if-i-could-remember-my-daily-life-now-id-be-very-high-soul">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Your life&#039;s responsibilities compel you to develop inner strength</h2>
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<p>Whenever I visited Guru in New York, it was usually an escape from my responsibilities in Chicago. With that escape came more opportunity to meditate, and maintain what appeared to be better spiritual discipline.</p>
<p>Therefore, I was surprised when Guru told me that when I am in Chicago, I make more progress. This was exactly contrary to my perceptions. So I said, “Guru, you know, I don’t see it. You say I make more spiritual progress back in Chicago. I don’t feel spiritual progress in Chicago. I feel nothing but struggle, nothing but difficulty.”</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/pradhan/sri-chinmoy-lifting-dumbell.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And he said, “No, no, no, it’s not like that. Think of the weightlifter. The weightlifter lifts weights. Now, you can take all the weight off the barbell and the weightlifter says, ‘Oh, look how easy it is for me. I can lift the weight so many times.’ Now, put weights on the barbell. Immediately he will see it is much more difficult to lift. But in which way is he developing more strength? When the barbell has weights, of course.” He added, “True, it is more difficult to lift. But at the same time, he is developing more strength. In life, what are your weights? Nothing other than your  life’s responsibilities, or you can call it your duties. Your life’s responsibilities are the weights. So when you go back to Chicago, you assume your life’s responsibilities, and it is these responsibilities that compel you to develop inner strength.”</p>

<p>Sometimes there’s a delicate balance between what we deem to be life-struggles and what truly are our proper life-opportunities. Life is constantly challenging us with the opportunity for self-transcendence.</p>
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<p>Responsibility cannot weigh you down<br/>
If you take responsibility<br/>
As a God-approved opportunity.<br/>
It can only lift you and your life<br/>
To the higher worlds.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_oo2mfyq" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 9, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_oo2mfyq">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_oo2mfyq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_oo2mfyq">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-830">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 9, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/your-lifes-responsibilities-compel-you-develop-inner-strength">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>´See, God does listen to my prayers´</h2>
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<p>In 2001 we were in Brasilia, in Brazil. Usually when we go to a place, we research it. We try to go to different restaurants, thinking about what Guru would like. It’s not a place, like in Asia, where you will find Indian food everywhere. Guru loves his Indian food, and we all do. But there in Brasilia, we did not seem to find any.</p>
<p>One day Guru wanted to have Indian food in a restaurant. I remember I kept saying, “Guru, there is no Indian food here.”</p>
<p>He said. "There is! There is Indian food." He wanted to prove a point.</p>
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<figcaption>Earlier in the day this story takes place, Brazil was declared the first Sri Chinmoy Peace Blossom Nation in South America. Sri Chinmoy is seated in the middle with Olympic 800m silver medallist Joachim Cruz; Saraswati is at the far left</figcaption>
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<p>We were one hour looking. I would run in to each restaurant and ask: “Do you make Indian food?” “No.” “Do you make Indian food?” “No.”</p>
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<figcaption>Earlier that day, Sri Chinmoy also launched the Peace Run in Brazil; here he is holding the torch with Joachim Cruz</figcaption>
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<p>Alo Devi was getting tired. She said, “Devaji, we could go back to the hotel and the Annam Brahma girls could make you Indian food.”</p>
<p>Guru said, “No. There is a restaurant that has Indian food.”</p>
<p>After an hour or so, maybe an hour and 15 minutes, we went into a place, and I said, “Do you have Indian food? Do you make Indian food?” They said, “Yes, we do. What do you want? We can make you curry vegetables.”</p>
<p>So we went in—Guru, Alo Devi, Savyasachi and myself. We sit down and we were eating. Guru was eating his Indian food—very spicy, very delicious. They made it extremely well. Guru looked at me and said, “You see, you see. I said there is a place that has Indian food!”</p>
<p>So never, never doubt if your Master tells you something. Definitely believe it, because that is the case. We mentally think: “No, this is not that way, because we’re all in our minds. Only the Master knows best. So there was definitely a restaurant that had Indian food.”</p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy related the story to a disciple that evening:</em></p>
<p>Today I wanted to eat Indian food. Saraswati said that she had already made inquiries, and there is no Indian food available here in Brasilia. I said that there <em>has</em> to be Indian food. If I want to eat it, there will be Indian food. More than two hours we spent looking for it.</p>
<p>...Savyasachi was driving. Poor fellow, he is an excellent, super-excellent driver. Otherwise, somebody else would have done me a great favour and given up. Finally Alo and Saraswati got out of the car and with a little bit of Spanish, Saraswati asked one man. The man said to her in Portuguese, “You should go to see the president of all the restaurants.” He pointed to one restaurant and said, “The owner of that restaurant is the president of the restaurant owners’ association. If you go there, he will be able to tell you whether there is an Indian restaurant here or not.” He said that a few years ago he had eaten in an Indian restaurant, but he did not remember where it was.</p>
<p>We went into the restaurant. It was a huge restaurant and the noise was unbearable. Saraswati spoke to the president. The president said, “This is not an Indian restaurant, but we have an excellent cook. He can easily make Indian food.”</p>
<p>I said, “See, God <em>does</em> listen to my prayers.” Of course, it is human nature to doubt, but again, a challenge is a challenge...</p>
<p>Never give up! It was not an Indian restaurant, but the man was sincere. His cook made the food, and it was really, really delicious. They were so polite.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<h2>Such a profound experience of protection</h2>
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<p>I will share a story with you that happened with my oldest son. When I came to Sri Chinmoy's Path, my youngest was 10 years old and the oldest was 16. Since the first day, I started praying to Guru to protect them.</p>
<p>Four years ago, I had a very strong experience of Guru's protection of my oldest son. He had a serious motorcycle accident and had to go to surgery. He broke some bones in his leg and his arm, also in his chest.</p>
<p>I was about to start teaching a meditation class. Before the class, when I was preparing myself, I received a phone call from my youngest son. He was telling me, "Mom, something happened—my brother had an accident."</p>
<p>As I'm a nurse, I immediately started asking so many things that my youngest son could not answer. I told him, "What do you know? Who called you? What happened?"</p>
<p>He said, "Please don't call my brother. He's having surgery. Later someone will call you."</p>
<p>I started making some phone calls anyway, but nobody answered. I had to give the meditation class, so I went to the class. I don't remember anything that I said or any mantra that I sang with the seekers. But I remember that in the silent meditation, I was always, always, always, all the time asking Guru to save my son because I didn't know how he was in that moment.</p>
<p>Then I left the meditation class. A few minutes later I received a phone call from one of my son's friends. He was telling me that my son was still in surgery and maybe I would receive some information only the next day. That all happened in the morning.</p>
<p>Finally, I received a call from my son and he said, "Mom, I'm OK. I'm alive. I had to go to surgery, but I'm OK. So don't worry."</p>
<p>I was telling him that I had already started to look for flights to England because he lives there. He told me, "No, no, please, Mom, don't come because I will stay in the hospital for some weeks. I don't know exactly but maybe things will go well and I can come home earlier. Please wait until I have some more information because if you come now, you will be allowed in the hospital for only 10 or 15 minutes. Then you will be alone all the time in my house."</p>
<p>He told me, "You have the Peace Run in Madeira, so please go. Please go. Then I will call you. You can organise everything from there."</p>
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<figcaption>Florbela is the Portuguesr coordinator of the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run, the world's largest peace torch relay. This photo is from the Peace Run in Madeira in 2017, around the same time as the accident.</figcaption>
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<p>I did it, I went to the Peace Run. It was amazing and very difficult at the same time. Even while on the Peace Run, I started to organise my life in Portugal with my youngest son and also my work and flights to England. The next time my son called me, I told him, "OK, in a few days I will be in England." He said, "That's great because in a few days I can go back home."</p>
<p>Then he said, "Mom, I want to share something with you. I don't know if you will believe it, but when the car crashed with me and when my body was in the air, something held me. Before I landed the ground, something held me. I cannot explain, but I am sure something was holding me."</p>
<p>In that moment I started crying and I told him, "Of course, something held you. Because every day I pray to my Guru to protect you, to protect you and your brother. So I believe it completely." He said, "I don't know, I just know that something held me before I hit the ground."</p>
<p>This was such a profound experience because my son believes in God and he believes in Sri Chinmoy. I had given him a photo before he left Portugal. I told him, "Please, whenever you are in trouble or afraid or anything, please pray to Sri Chinmoy, to my Guru, to your Guru."</p>
<p>Something amazing also happened after this. A few days later, two days before I arrived in England, he called me and said, "Mom, I have to go to the hospital again. I am at home now, but I have to go to the hospital because my leg is not okay. I am in a lot of pain and I have a temperature. Something is happening. I am calling the ambulance." He went with a friend to the hospital.</p>
<p>I don't know how long after this call, I called him and he did not answer. I called his friend, who told me, "He is with the doctors. I don’t know what is happening.”<br/>
After a while, my son called me back and told me, "Mom, I have to go to surgery again. I have an infection. They told me that they cannot leave the material in the bone that they put before. So I think this will be much longer and I don't know what will happen." He was crying. I told him to be brave because I was coming.</p>
<p>The next day he called me. He told me, "Mom, you will not believe it. They gave me medicine and I went to get x-rays this morning. They told me that everything is okay. The x-rays show a completely different picture than yesterday." I was crying again. Then he told me, "You know, Mom, I prayed all night long. I was thinking about you. I was thinking about your Guru."</p>
<p>Two days later, I was with him at his home. I'm a nurse and I'm his mother, so it was a great moment. This is my story.</p>
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<p>I beg God for His Protection.<br/>
God says to me:<br/>
“Can you not see, My child,<br/>
That I have already given you<br/>
My Protection-Heart?”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_noa4yca" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 49, Agni Press, 2008" href="#footnote1_noa4yca">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_noa4yca"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_noa4yca">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-48155">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 49, Agni Press, 2008</li>
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<h2>&#039;You have to be like a warrior and fight&#039;</h2>
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<p>When our restaurant, Jyoti Bihanga, had only been open for a short time, we were not making a profit yet. I went to New York to ask Guru what to do. Should I declare bankruptcy or something else? I had papers with me with the figures on how much we owed and what our income was and all of that. </p>
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<p>When I asked Guru about bankruptcy, he did not look at any of my papers. He said, "Mahiyan, you have to be like a warrior and fight. Pay this amount." Guru gave me an amount and said, "Pay this amount every month to your creditors."</p>
<p>It was much less than they were asking, but I contacted them all. By divine grace, they agreed to the amount that Guru told me to give. After maybe seven or eight years, the debts were fully paid. The amount Guru had given me was the maximum that we could pay and the minimum that the creditors would accept. It was perfect.</p>
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<p>Never allow<br/>
Your doubtful mind<br/>
To boss you around.<br/>
God Himself has chosen<br/>
Your faithful heart<br/>
To be your only boss.<br/>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_zyf16wc" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 163, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_zyf16wc">1</a></p>
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<h2>A playful father-and-son relationship between the Guru and the disciple</h2>
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<p>There was one time Guru called me to New York because his knees were in terrible pain. I went to Guru's house and he called me over immediately and he said, "You have to make my knees better. You have to fix my knees; you have to fix my knees."</p>
<p>In the very next breath Guru said, "Oh, Pradhan, Pradhan. This morning I lifted 1400 pounds on my calf-raise."</p>
<p>I said, "Guru, you lifted fourteen hundred pounds and now your knees hurt? Guru, you know that little inner voice we're supposed to listen to? I'm going to be the inner voice of your knees: <em>Eight hundred pounds is more than enough! No one else in the universe can lift that so it's more than enough.”</em></p>
<p>Of course, he ignored me quite nicely.</p>
<p>My relationship with Guru was typically quite playful. I always had a respectful and loving relationship with Guru, but it was also very father-son like. He would joke with me and I would joke right back sometimes, which most of the disciples wouldn't do with Guru. They wouldn't have that kind of playful relationship with Guru.</p>
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<p>God and I<br/>
Feed on<br/>
Our mutual affection.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_b9p0sf3" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 43, Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote1_b9p0sf3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_b9p0sf3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_b9p0sf3">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-42855">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 43, Agni Press, 2005</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/playful-relationship-between-guru-and-disciple">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How I first heard about Sri Chinmoy</h2>
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<p>There was this one guy who worked in the loading dock where I worked, where packages came in. He used to deliver packages and pick up packages several times a day. Anyhow, he was always in some kind of trance state when he came in. He hardly spoke. He looked very peaceful, and so one day I decided to sit down at the lunch table with him. I started speaking to him and telling him all of my philosophy and my ideas and everything. He was relatively quiet. Then he took out a book and opened it up to a certain page. He told me to read it.  </p>
<p>This is what I read:</p>
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<p>O my mind, no earthly chain can fetter you, you are always on the wing. No human thought can control you. You are forever on the move. O my mind, hard is it for you to believe in my soul's constant fulfilment and hard is it for me to believe that you are doomed to be the eternal victim of venomous doubts. Alas, you have forgotten. You have forgotten the golden secret: To remain in the silence-room is to open the fulfilment-door.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>from the book Songs of the Soul -  the essay “O My Mind.”</em></p>
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<p>When I read that, I felt something deep inside my heart. I felt that these words expressed a truth that was inside of me, but was expressed so much more clearly and brilliantly than I could ever express myself. It was like an inner thrill went through me.</p>
<p>I immediately asked, “Who is this?”</p>
<p>He said, “Sri Chinmoy. He's my spiritual teacher.”</p>
<p>I asked him, “Is there any way I could meet him?”</p>
<p>Then he told me that Sri Chinmoy was here in New York and gave me a number for someone who was giving meditation classes and yoga.</p>
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<p>For a long time<br/>
Speech was my only teacher.<br/>
Now I have a totally new teacher,<br/>
Silence,<br/>
And this teacher I shall keep<br/>
Forever and forever.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_sc73y85" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 229, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_sc73y85">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_sc73y85"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_sc73y85">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-22863">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 229, Agni Press, 1996</li>
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<h2>My Guru sows the music-seed in me</h2>
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<p>As a family, we didn't have much money. We could never afford to go on the Christmas trips. But I had saved up some money for a bicycle. Alo allowed people to come to the trip for just one week in Madrid, a very short trip. So I put all the money that I had saved up for the bicycle to go to Madrid to be part of the Christmas trip.</p>
<p>My birthday is on December 27th. Guru asked me for my birthday to play on the stage. In the function room there was an upright piano. He said, "On your birthday you will play three songs."</p>
<p>This was a very big thing for me. I had very simple arrangements. Guru was sitting in his chair on the stage. I came up on stage and I started to play.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-sahadeva-piano.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I didn't realise that while I was playing, Guru got up from his chair. He came and stood behind me and meditated while I was playing. Before I finished, Guru sat down, so I didn't realise Guru had done this. It was only when I had finished, and after Guru had given me some birthday presents, that somebody in the audience told me: “Do you know what happened? Guru got up and stood behind you while you were playing!”</p>
<p>I'm so grateful for this photograph because I didn't see Guru behind me. This is for me a very, very sacred and special photograph.</p>
<p>One of the gifts that Guru gave me was this little piano that you wind up and it plays music. It's very, very sweet. I have this on my piano that I use to practise and arrange music. I sit there and it reminds me of that moment in Madrid. This is where I feel that Guru started something in me. He sowed some seeds that I now see—now that I'm 50 years old—I see that Guru inspired me from a young age to do something with his music.</p>
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<p>O divine Musician Supreme,<br/>
Do tune my heart-strings every morning<br/>
Before I begin to play on the world-stage.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rsrqdq4" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 247, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_rsrqdq4">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rsrqdq4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rsrqdq4">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-24602">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 247</a>, Agni Press, 1998</li>
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<h2>A love that was thick like butter</h2>
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<p>I first came to New York as a disciple in August 1996. I came to the Celebrations and got to meet the disciples from Miami when all the Florida Centres were performing for Guru.</p>
<p>Tilvila very excitedly told Guru that I was from Bengal (<em>the same region of India that Sri Chinmoy was from</em>). Guru looked at me and asked, "What is your last name?" I said, "My last name is Palit." Now in India, by somebody's last name, you can tell which part of the country they're from and their caste and everything else.</p>
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<p>Then he asked me, "Where are your parents?" Unfortunately, I had lost my parents about two years, maybe a year and a half prior to becoming a disciple. It was still very raw, very difficult. I remember standing in front of Guru and not wanting to answer that question, but I had to say, "I don't have parents."</p>
<p>I think this was one of the very, very special moments. Guru just paused for a second and I felt love that was thick like butter, engulfing me completely.</p>
<p>Guru said, "I don't have parents too." His love, his concern, his blessings just sort of descended all at once and completely filled me up.</p>

<p>Because I had said my last name was Palit, Guru started speaking about Biren Palit, who was a devotee of Sri Aurobindo at the Ashram in Pondicherry. (<em>Before coming to the West, Sri Chinmoy spent 20 years practising meditation and spiritual discipline in the Sri Aurobindo Ashram</em>). He invited the girls to sing a song called <em>Tomari Hok Joy</em>, which was written by Biren Palit.</p>
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<p>He asked me, "Are you related to Biren Palit?" I said no, but I remembered my mother's uncle had been in the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. I said, "But I have a relative, my mother's uncle. His name was Sisir Kumar Ghose. Do you know him?" Then there was a fountain of conversation. It turned out that Sisir Kumar Ghose was like an elder brother, like a mentor for Guru at the Ashram. Guru had so much to say about him. That was my first introduction.</p>
<p>Sisir Kumar Ghosh was a professor in Shantiniketan. Shantiniketan is a university that was created by Rabindranath Tagore, a great Bengali poet and a Nobel laureate. Sisir Kumar Ghosh was a professor of English there, but he was also a great devotee of Sri Aurobindo. Guru would often say he had two homes. In his professional life, Tagore was his Guru, and in his personal life, Sri Aurobindo was his Guru.</p>
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<p>Each aspiring heart<br/>
Is a special member<br/>
Of God’s immediate Family.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_xaa96hg" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 29, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_xaa96hg">1</a></p>
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<h2>From meditation to initiation</h2>
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<p>Maitreyi (the leader of the Toronto Sri Chinmoy Centre at that time) taught me how to meditate on Guru's picture. When I had my first meditation, she just showed me a picture, the Transcendental photo of Guru, and said, "Just look at it." That's it. That was the only instruction: “Look at this picture.”</p>
<p>I thought maybe she was a little bit crazy, but she was very peaceful. So I said, "OK, I will try." I sat down and looked at the picture and immediately I saw Guru's big smile. The picture smiled.</p>
<p>When Guru smiled, I was like: “No, no! I'm crazy!” But then again, I felt in my heart a big smile: Happy, happy, happy! I couldn't understand, but I thought: “OK, this is good. I want to continue.”</p>
<p>My mother, Gariyasi, was also meditating. I wrote a letter to Guru to tell him I was meditating, and Guru said, "Come to New York. Come and see me."</p>
<p>Guru asked me to come to the meditation on Sunday morning. I wore a sari, and it was a beautiful meditation. Then he asked me to come up to him and he gave me this blessing, with his hands on my head, and said he was initiating me and that I was officially a disciple.</p>
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<p>My only Beloved Supreme,<br/>
Do bless my breath<br/>
To be Your permanent heart-student.<br/>
Do bless.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_d15zfuc" title="My twenty-seven Hungry Prayer-Tears, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_d15zfuc">1</a></p>
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<h2>&#039;Guru was like this ball of energy&#039;</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>During the 70s, we had many art exhibits in downtown Manhattan. We would rent an abandoned building or one storey of a building, maybe for a month. We would clean it up and set up an art gallery.</p>
<p>Now, in the early 70s, there weren't many manifestations, so everybody worked on the gallery. We were very young and more dynamic. So you would do your regular job, and after work you would work all night at the gallery, then go back to work. This would go on for days and days until the gallery was completed.</p>
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<p>The landlord would let us do this. He would rent the space out to us, which was quite big. We had to strip everything out, throw out all the old stuff, and then we would paint it and set up Guru's paintings. This was before all Guru's bird paintings, the small bird paintings.</p>
<p>Anyway, the gallery was set up and I was guarding it overnight. Maybe 1974, ’75. I remember I was sitting in a chair and suddenly—this is maybe 2:00 in the morning—the gate to the gallery swung open and several guards came in, followed by Guru.</p>
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<p>Now, I had very little contact with Guru in the early days. So this was exciting for me. The guards came in, put Guru's big chair down and a small table with painting implements down next to it. Now that was the closest I'd been to Guru to that point. Guru sat down and I was just staring.</p>
<p>Guru started painting like a tremendous bundle of energy. After Guru was finished, he took a picture of the guards that were guarding that night and then left. I clearly remember that Guru was like this ball of energy. When Guru finished painting and left, then this energy left. It was like, wow!</p>
<p>Other than when I first met Guru, that was my first intimate contact with him.</p>
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<p>Just silence the mind.<br/>
Lo!<br/>
Cosmic energy enters<br/>
Into our entire being,<br/>
And tremendous energy<br/>
Flows in and through us.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_2rgtu8n" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 15, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_2rgtu8n">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_2rgtu8n"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_2rgtu8n">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-14788">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 15, Agni Press, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-was-ball-energy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>I became a disciple when I was 10 years old. There was a meditation group and my mother had been going to meditate with the group for maybe a few months.</p>
<p>Then there was an exhibition of Guru's Jharna-Kala paintings in London.<br/>
There was a film of Guru, who had just completed one hundred thousand paintings. I went to this film and I remember seeing and hearing Tanima's group, the Bengali singers with saris on singing Guru's songs. The music just hit me like this [pointing to her heart].</p>
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<p>A few weeks later I was with my mother; we were passing the place where the exhibition was, and I was singing a song. I said, "Mum, where does that tune come from?" It was the most beautiful melody. It was just going round inside me. My mother, of course, didn't know. She didn't remember anything. I said, "You have to tell me where the tune comes from." She couldn't help me.</p>
<p>A few weeks later I found out that it was one of Guru's tunes. It was the original Jharna-Kala song! I always say that was my first connection with Guru, and it was a connection that I made myself. It wasn't until I was 13 that I saw Guru for the first time.</p>
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<p>I am happy, supremely happy,<br/>
Because my Inner Music Teacher,<br/>
God the Supreme Musician,<br/>
Takes my aspiration-heart<br/>
As His choice instrument.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_exp57lm" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 228, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_exp57lm">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_exp57lm"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_exp57lm">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-22712">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 228</a>, Agni Press, 1996</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-first-connection-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I felt a bell ringing in my heart</h2>
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<p>When I was younger, I decided to travel around the world. I went to Greece and lived on a boat and sailed around all the islands. I went to Israel and lived on a kibbutz and learnt about socialism: it's like an ashram in some ways, it’s a co-operative farm. I learnt that socialism is very difficult to practise. Also, I became interested in reincarnation; when you accept reincarnation, politics looks different. It's not so important.</p>
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<p>I went to Africa and then across the sea to India. I was a wandering sadhu. I had many adventures in India, which I'll talk about at another time. But something important happened. I read the Ramayana and I visited many beautiful, beautiful places. But I didn't find the spiritual truth that I'd been looking for.</p>
<p>When I got on the aeroplane to come back to Europe, I prayed to God. I said, why haven't you revealed your Truth to me here in India? I got on the plane, and as it took off, there were complimentary magazines, Time magazine and Newsweek magazine. I opened the page and read a review of a concert at Carnegie Hall with a British jazz musician called John McLaughlin. He was called Mahavishnu. He had very short hair and was dressed in white. He dedicated the concert to his Guru Sri Chinmoy. I felt a bell ringing in my heart.</p>

<p>Back in England, I was still a hippie. We were sitting in a circle in a room in our house by the sea, on the south coast of England. The door opened and light came shining in from the hall. My friend David came in with short hair, dressed in white with Guru's transcendental picture. All of the other hippies went, “Arggh, what's this!” But I felt the bell ringing in my heart.</p>
<p>I went and stayed at the Sri Chinmoy Centre, which David, who later received the spiritual name Pavitrata, was running at the time. I saw the Transcendental [Sri Chinmoy’s most sacred photograph in a very high state which his students use in their meditation].  I read Guru's books for two days. I was on my own at the Centre. I just read Guru's books. I loved everything. Every time I turned the page, it was something more wonderful.</p>
<p>Then I read a book of rules. It said, "Cut your hair." My hair was very long. I said, “No, I'm going to keep my hair!” This was my 'free flag' flying.</p>
<p>That night, my hair started falling out. In the morning, I went to the hairdresser's and had everything shaved off. I thought, “If Sri Chinmoy can inspire me to do this overnight, what else can he do?”</p>
<p>I came to London and I went to the Sri Chinmoy Centre. I did not feel connected to the students of Sri Chinmoy who were present at the time. But the meditation was great! I didn't know what to do.</p>
<p>When I left that night, I stole a pencil that was in the hall. When I got home, I looked at the pencil, and it was an aphorism by Sri Chinmoy. It said, "I shall not fail you if you can dare to believe that I care for you.” So in 1974, I became a disciple.</p>
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<p><em>Someone advised you</em></p>
<p>Someone advised you and helped you<br/>
In your search for Truth.<br/>
Once you discovered the Truth,<br/>
To your wide surprise<br/>
You saw that your previous Helper and Adviser<br/>
Was none other than God Himself.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wca2gq3" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 31, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote1_wca2gq3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wca2gq3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wca2gq3">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-3044">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 31</a>, Agni Press, 1982</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/charana">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>If a wish comes from the soul, it will be granted</h2>
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<p>It was 1978, and I had just moved to New York, to finish my Bachelor of Music degree at Manhattan School of Music. A friend invited me to come to see Sri Chinmoy at a public meditation. At that time Sri Chinmoy used to offer a public meditation once a week at St. Paul’s Chapel, Columbia University. I had not practised formal meditation at that time, and also did not know what having a Master meant for one’s spiritual life. I had taken some classes in Kundalini Yoga, mostly for relaxation, but did not feel at home with it. A few years before, an acquaintance kept asking me, "Have you read the <em>Upanishads</em> yet?" He asked so many times that I ended up walking into a bookstore and requesting a copy of the Upanishads. So I started reading the Upanishads. Some passages I found beautiful, while other passages were incomprehensible to me.</p>
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<p>On this particular evening in July of 1978 I entered St. Paul’s Chapel without any expectation. After all, I did not know what a spiritual Master was, and I did not know what meditation was, either. I had been searching for the Truth for a few years, but did not know how to find it! My only advantage that night was that this search of mine had left me quite empty inwardly, bereft of many things that might otherwise have stood in the way... I remember walking up the steps of the chapel that night feeling fresh, with no expectations, as I was totally ignorant of what meditation was, and what a spiritual Master was as well.</p>

<p>I remember sitting in the middle of that church, which holds maybe 2,000 people, and waiting. Sri Chinmoy walked in, dressed in a light blue dhoti. He sat on a floor-level chair with a back support, a chair without legs, on one of the platforms leading to the main altar of this church. He folded his hands in prayer, bowed to the audience, and then proceeded to start meditating in silence.</p>
<p>I did not know how to meditate, and did not know what to do, so I started admiring the architecture of this magnificent church. In Puerto Rico most of our churches are much smaller! During this process of admiring the architecture of the church, I noticed that a cloud of light was advancing from the front of the church, where Sri Chinmoy was, towards the back. This cloud of light seemed to be expanding! So I looked at it in admiration, and asked myself in silence, "What is this light, and where does it come from?"</p>
<p>As soon as I said this, I felt the cloud of light had reached me, and entered into me! This had a most wonderful effect: I felt that this light had washed me completely. It felt, as the evangelicals say in Puerto Rico, <em>como un río de agua viva</em> (like a river of living water), and I felt that it had purified me. I could feel I was washed, divinely washed, inside myself, and I felt real purity.</p>
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<p>At this point I felt the need to look at Sri Chinmoy, and as I did, I saw that he was emanating this beautiful light. He was still meditating in silence, but was glowing with this beautiful light which I had just experienced. Immediately I said to myself, "Oh, it’s coming from him!" No sooner had I said this than I felt my heart jumping with joy and saying: "We found it! This is what we have been looking for! We’re home!" It felt like I had a very small child jumping on my shoulder, right next to my left ear. It was so powerful, so vivid, that my mind had no chance to doubt this experience.</p>
<p>Feeling my own joy, I thought, "This is the greatest joy I have felt in my life. I have tried everything, but this is the greatest joy. I am willing to follow this man’s instructions, because I want what he has!" After the meditation was over, one of Sri Chinmoy’s students announced that those who were interested in becoming Sri Chinmoy’s disciples could come and meditate with him. I stood up without thinking!</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy was then seated on a white chair, towards the right of the church. I knelt in front of him and he asked me my name, and what I did, and then smiled. I had this overwhelming emotion inside me which prompted me to say, "I want to be your disciple, because I have this tremendous need for purity!" I had intuitively felt that his inner light, which I experienced during the meditation, was the purity my heart and soul wanted. Sri Chinmoy smiled.</p>
<p>So this is how my discipleship started. I feel that he had to give me that experience that night because I was so ignorant about how to find a Master or a path. Had he not done that, I would have been lost.</p>
<p>I just want to share also with you that my experience is that if you have a very soulful wish in your heart, if it comes from your soul, a soulful wish, it is granted. What we don't know is when it will be granted. It could be one week, one month, ten years. But it is granted.</p>
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<p>I tell you<br/>
The supreme secret:<br/>
If you soulfully wish<br/>
To see the Face of God,<br/>
Your very wish Will attract God’s Heart.<br/>
Just wish!<br/>
Lo and behold,<br/>
The reward supreme!</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_w5lhy6r" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 12, Agni Press, 1981" href="#footnote1_w5lhy6r">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_w5lhy6r"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_w5lhy6r">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-1130">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 12</a>, Agni Press, 1981</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-want-what-he-has">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>I remember very well the circus day for our international amateur circus. There was a big circus day and the circus would also go for many hours. There would be a lot of performances, acrobatic and people doing juggling and all sorts of funny performances. At some point there was a break in the circus and I was with some other children. We were practicing some singing or something.</p>
<p>Then somebody came up and said, "Guru wants to speak to you, Guru wants to speak to you." So my mother took me quickly and we ran to go and see Guru. Guru was sitting in his big chair. When he saw me, he said, "Oh, so you speak some Sanskrit."</p>
<p>A lot of the disciple children in London went to a particular special school. It was a school that incorporated some Indian philosophy. They told stories from the Mahabharata. They also used to teach us Sanskrit and a little bit of Vedic mathematics. It was a very unusual school.</p>
<p>Guru said, "Please recite something in Sanskrit."</p>
<p>There is a prayer. It is called the infinite prayer or the perfect prayer. It goes, <em>Purnam adah purnam idam purnat purnam udacyate..</em>. A lot of the words begin with purna. It's a famous mantra in the Vedic Upanishads.</p>
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<p>I started to repeat this mantra. At school I did it a thousand times. I knew it perfectly, but somehow when I was repeating it for Guru, I would go back to the first word before I got to the end. So I went into an eternal loop. I couldn't get out. I couldn't end the mantra because I would go back to the first word by mistake and then start again. It just kept going. I repeated it three times and then Guru said, "Oh, very good, very good, very good!" I think Guru realised it would go on for eternity if he didn't stop me.</p>
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<p>God asks my heart<br/>
To tell Him its mantra.<br/>
My heart replies,<br/>
“My Lord, my only mantra is,<br/>
‘I sleeplessly and breathlessly love<br/>
Only You.’”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_sullte0" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 1, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_sullte0">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_sullte0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_sullte0">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-852">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 1</a>, Agni Press, 1998</li>
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<h2>&#039;When are you going to stop breaking bones and start breaking records?&#039;</h2>
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<p>The most significant experience I have had in the running world was when Guru asked me to run across America from California to New York.</p>
<p>So, this was, I think, 1983. This was before ultramarathons had started in the Centre. There were really no ultramarathons then, as far as I remember. We did have races, though, including marathons. I was the director of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team in Puerto Rico, we did many events. But in 1983, Guru asked me to go to San Francisco to be in the Centre there.</p>
<p>And so, I was there in San Francisco when the disciples in the Centre in Victoria, Canada, were going to have their very first triathlon. I think it was in 1983. Guru was going to travel from New York to Victoria. So, all of the disciples in California decided to drive up and help with the triathlon and to have a big Joy Day.</p>
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<figcaption>In the 1980's the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team organised many prominent triathlons, such as the Sri Chinmoy Triathlon in Rhode Island (pictured), at the largest in the East Coast at the time. The Victoria Triathlon grew to become Canada´s largest and longest-running triathlon.</figcaption>
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<p>Now, just before we did that, I fractured my arm. I fell off a skateboard, so I had my arm in a cast. We drove up a week before and we had this beautiful triathlon. it was super exciting. Guru was so happy. That afternoon Guru had a function with all the disciples in a big meeting room. He was telling stories about the day and just having a really nice time and answering questions.</p>
<p>So, during this function, I was just sitting there minding my own business with my hand on the cast. Guru was talking to different disciples. Then he looked over at me and he said, “So, Banshidhar, when are you going to stop breaking bones and start breaking records?”</p>
<p>I was kind of surprised. I said, “Well, whatever you say, Guru.” He kept looking at me and wiggling his feet. And then he said, “No, why don’t you run around Hawaii?”</p>
<p>But one of my dear brothers, my good brother Nirvik—who actually just passed away about two weeks ago…. He used to live in Hawaii also. That's where I was born and raised. So, he told Guru, “Guru, there is really not a road that goes all the way around Hawaii.” In my mind I was thinking, “Oh, no, don't say that. It would be great. It's a nice little run of about 300 miles.”</p>
<p>So, Guru kept looking at me and smiling. I could see that he was thinking of something, seeing something. So, he says, “Why don't you run from California to New York?” I said, “If you say so, Guru.”</p>
<p>All of a sudden he said, “Okay, everybody, Banshidhar is going to run from California to New York.” I was in shock. Everybody started clapping and I did not know what had happened. I was sitting there in a daze. My mind was saying, “Wait a minute, it went from 300 miles around Hawaii to 3000 miles across America in one minute! Oh, man….”</p>
<p>Everyone was congratulating me. And I didn't know what was going on. In my head, I said, “Well, okay, whatever. So then after that, after the function, when Guru was going to leave, all the disciples went outside. We stood in a nice little line on each side of the path. When Guru walked by, he did his blessings. Of course, I was also out there. Guru came down the line, speaking with everybody and smiling. When he got to me, he said, “Come walk with me.” And so, I start walking with him.</p>
<p>I walked with Guru on his way to the car and he said, “Okay, good boy, start training, and when you are ready, let me know. I will tell you the date when you should start.”</p>
<p>So now remember, this was 1983. This was before the 3100-mile race and all of these ultramarathons. There was not a lot of information out there about how to train for something like this. But there were people, I would say, throughout history maybe about 100 people, had done that in the past, had run across America.</p>
<p>So, I started training. It took me maybe about a year to a year and a half until I felt that I was about as ready as anything. And then I told Guru, “I guess I'm ready.”  </p>
<p>Guru asked me, “What would I like to call this run?” I said, “Well, how about Aspiration-Journey?” Then Guru closed his eyes. He smiled and said: “Everest-Aspiration-Journey.”</p>
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<p>In the spiritual life,<br/>
Every day, every hour,<br/>
Every minute<br/>
I must long for God’s inner Guidance<br/>
And God’s outer Guidance.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_pszw9he" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 29, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_pszw9he">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_pszw9he"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_pszw9he">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-2436">My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers</a>, part 29, Agni Press, 2004</li>
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<p>When we listen to soulful music, or when we ourselves play soulful music, immediately our inner existence climbs up high, higher, highest. It climbs up and enters into something beyond. This Beyond is constantly trying to help us, guide us, mould us and shape us into our true transcendental image, our true divinity. When we hear soulful music, or when we play a soulful piece of music, we feel a kind of inner thrill in our entire existence, from the soles of our feet to the crown of our head. A river is flowing through us, a river of consciousness, and this consciousness is all the time illumined.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy was a prolific composer of spiritual music. Writing from his own experiences and realisations, he explores the spiritual dimensions of music and its power to awaken the truth-seeker to their inner divine Consciousness. There is also an in-depth section on <em>mantra </em>and <em>japa</em>, which have been used in India for spiritual growth and fulfilment for thousands of years.</p>

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<h2>The connection between Sri Chinmoy&#039;s music and my soul</h2>
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<p>Guru&#39;s music is a very big connection between him and my soul. He has said that his music is not secondary to his meditation, and if you know how Guru meditates, you know it&#39;s the infinite consciousness. &nbsp;</p>
<p>I don&#39;t know how to describe it. It&#39;s almost like a river or an ocean, but it&#39;s a river between earth and heaven. It is a direct connection. You touch the river here, but the river touches Heaven also. So, what happens to me is I that I make arrangements for Guru&rsquo;s music intuitively, so I feel my soul in the music that I do.</p>
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<p>Sometimes the songs will come to me asking me to do something with them. You probably all know the song <em>Asundar je bhitar bahir</em>.&nbsp; A few years ago, I was in Manhattan with some boys. We had a class and we were leaving, we were going to get pizza. Suddenly the song was coming very powerfully and knocking in my heart. You know, it&#39;s a very sad song. But I remember when Guru composed that song in Brazil, I remember falling in love with that song immediately because it is so, so tenderly human.</p>

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<p>The song, the meaning of the song, is incredible, it says, &ldquo;My life, inner and outer, is utterly devoid of beauty. How can the shattered boat of my life-river ever reach God&rsquo;s beauty-harbour?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I&#39;ve played that song so many times now, and it&#39;s in a medley I did in honour of Guru. It&#39;s on Radio Sri Chinmoy. It&rsquo;s called &ldquo;Ode to My Lord.&rdquo; I concentrate on the meaning of a song, and it captures me. Then I learn the song. It becomes part of my heart and then it comes out in an arrangement.</p>
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<p>God wants<br/>
My meditation-depth<br/>
To be the sweetest song<br/>
Of His Heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6a35xj8" title="My Blessingful and Pride-Flooded Dedication to the Indomitable Runners of the 3100-mile Self-Transcendence Race 2007,&nbsp;12 July 2007, published by Agni Press 2007" href="#footnote1_6a35xj8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6a35xj8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6a35xj8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bdr-77">My Blessingful and Pride-Flooded Dedication to the Indomitable Runners of the 3100-mile Self-Transcendence Race 2007</a>,&nbsp;12 July 2007, published by Agni Press 2007</li>
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<p>Guru came to England many, many times. He gave several concerts at the Royal Albert Hall; many beautiful experiences meeting people.</p>
<p>But one of the very special memories for me was Guru's visit to Cambridge University in 2003. Guru was coming to Cambridge to honour professors, to lift professors in the Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart programme.</p>

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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy presented the professors with the 'Lifting up the World with a Oneness-Heart' award for their service to mankind. In his lifetime, Sri Chinmoy honoured over 8,000 people in this way, using a specially designed apparatus to lift them overhead in body and spirit.</figcaption>
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<p>I was up in Cambridge preparing. Somebody called in the morning to tell me that Guru was still in London and that he would like to see the room where Sri Aurobindo had studied when he was at King's College in Cambridge. I was looking everywhere in the university. I was asking everybody, but nobody could tell me where Sri Aurobindo studied.</p>
<p>The place where Sri Aurobindo lived when he was in Cambridge was a very simple building. We knew it had been destroyed and didn’t exist anymore.</p>
<p>But nobody could tell me where Sri Aurobindo studied in King's College. I was running around and asking many questions, looking through many archival materials, but I couldn't find out where he studied.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/devashishu/sri-chinmoy-sri-aurobindo-meditation.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Guru arrived and went into the garden of the Provost, the head of the university, the garden where we were doing the lifting. There's a bust, a statue of Sri Aurobindo in the college, which Guru asked us to put outside there. You can see it in the picture. Guru had this wonderful, wonderful meditation next to the bust of Sri Aurobindo.</p>
<p>Then Guru lifted all of the professors. While lifting was happening, I spoke to one professor. He said, "Oh yes, I know the place where Sri Aurobindo would have studied. I know it. It's a room in the college. It's actually the residential quarters now of one of the professors who lives here. He lives and teaches in that room."</p>
<p>The professor who told me this was Dr John Barber. He's a teacher, a professor of Russian studies. He spoke perfect Russian. He knows all about history of Russia and the language. He spoke to some of the Russian disciples when we were there.</p>
<p>He told me, "I know where the room is. It belongs to Professor Avery". He said, "The trouble is, that professor is the grumpiest professor in the whole college. Let me see. I will speak to him and see if we can arrange for Sri Chinmoy to visit the room."</p>
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<p>The amazing thing is that we eventually we found where the room was. I told Guru, “We know where the room is, where Sri Aurobindo studied.” Guru was so happy. After the lifting, he went across to this room.</p>
<p>What was very, very interesting is that Guru suddenly changed. As he was going to go to visit this room, the room where Sri Aurobindo studied, Guru changed. He changed from the Master into the disciple. There was something in Guru's quality, in his consciousness that was very dramatically changed. He became all humility and like he was a disciple going to see his Master, like the best disciple ever. You could feel in Guru this intensity and humility and complete love and devotion for Sri Aurobindo. It was in every part of Guru's being. You could feel it. It was amazing. The feeling around Guru had changed. We guided Guru over there. You could feel as Guru was going, he was going to the room with tremendous humility and devotion.</p>
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<p>This picture shows Professor Avery. He was very nice to Guru. He welcomed Guru into the room. It's his own personal living space and he spoke to Guru. That professor actually passed away a few years after this. Guru was trying to explain to him his whole connection with Sri Aurobindo. He didn't fully understand but he was very kind and very gracious.</p>
<p>There is a video of Guru walking in this room. At some point the professor asked Guru to sit down. Guru said, "I will not sit down in my Master's room. I will not sit." You could really feel Guru's devotion to Sri Aurobindo, his love for Sri Aurobindo. It was an amazing moment, amazing moment in the history of Guru's visits to the UK.</p>
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<p><em>India's poet</em></p>
<p>India's poet,<br/>
India's seer,<br/>
India's Yogi-Avatar,<br/>
O Sri Aurobindo,<br/>
O Superman pioneer,<br/>
To you I ceaselessly bow.</p>
<p><strong>Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_otd47cp" title="Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997" href="#footnote1_otd47cp">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_otd47cp"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_otd47cp">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sai-50">Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite</a>, Agni Press, 1997</li>
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<p>I was asleep in New York when the phone rang, and I was invited to go up to Guru's house. That was about 1:00 in the morning. I went to his house, and there were about six boys and maybe six girls there in the room.</p>
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<p>Guru didn't say very much, but he asked us to walk around the room as a walking meditation past him and round the back in a circle. We walked around him about seven or eight times very, very slowly.</p>
<p>When I walked past Guru, I began to see this extraordinary being that I had never really seen before. It was like I was seeing who Guru really was, this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body. Guru looked like some very ancient, very majestic and quite incomprehensible spiritual force. I realised that I was really getting a glimpse of man in God or God in man, that there was this very powerful being inside the finite body that was Guru. I realised that Guru would always be beyond my comprehension, that my mind could not fathom how vast Guru really was.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/it-was-i-was-seeing-who-guru-really-was-extraordinary-beautiful-being-inside-physical-body">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;No matter what happens, I will always, always, always be with you.&#039;</h2>
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<p><em>Banshidar is describing his experiences during his 3,000 mile run across America.</em></p>
<p>Throughout the run, a few different times, Guru wanted to speak with me. This was before there were computers or even cell phones. We would make arrangements: I'd be at a place where we could speak on the phone.</p>
<p>Very early on, maybe after a few weeks, I had some injuries, which is normal, and it was very challenging.</p>
<p>In one of these telephone conversations with Guru, he said something that he essentially says to all of our souls, every single disciple. In that conversation, Guru said, “No matter what happens, I will always, always, always be with you.”</p>
<p>That completely put me into another place. No matter what happened, no matter how much pain, no matter what came and went, I was totally happy and felt absolutely safe and protected in Guru’s grace.</p>
<p>At the end of every day, I was completely exhausted and hurting. The disciple who was with me would do the cooking and he'd massage me. He was like an angel, a saint and a good buddy. Every morning when I woke up, it was like a miracle. No matter how exhausted I was the day before, Guru’s force and Guru’s grace made it possible for me to start over anew. I’d step out of the camper in the darkness of the morning and no matter what the weather was, raining, snowing or whatever, I would go and do the miles. I had an incredible adventure every single day.</p>
<p>Because of the intensity of the daily focus on this journey my attitude was very meditative. When you're doing these kinds of things, your mind goes into another place. Actually, the mind doesn't work too much. You're just completely present and immersed in your inner world.</p>
<p>There were so many wonderful experiences on this journey. One of them sticks in my mind as clear today as it was then. After about a month on the journey, running late in the afternoon, the sun was setting behind me. I had already run 25 miles or so and I was feeling pretty good, with a good pace. Because I was running east up a hill with the sun behind me and low on the horizon, my shadow was in front of me. I was looking at my shadow and I had this very special experience.</p>
<p>As I was running up this hill, I became aware of the distinct experience that I was riding my vital horse. The energy, my life energy was like a horse, and I had the reins of the horse firmly gripped in my hands. It was like galloping. It was such an incredible experience. For the first time in my life, I felt that my vital energy, my life energy was completely in my control. I'll never forget that. I could feel Guru smiling and his presence creating this experience.</p>
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<p>With the dynamism of your vital<br/>
And the self-giving qualities<br/>
Of your heart,<br/>
You can inspire humanity.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_87xommt" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 169, Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote1_87xommt">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_87xommt"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_87xommt">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-16803">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 169</a>, Agni Press, 1992</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/no-matter-what-happens-i-will-always-always-always-be-you">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I know where you are</h2>
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<p>At the store, we had a red phone for Guru to call if he was looking for Ashrita. If it rang five times, then I was supposed to pick up the phone.</p>
<p>So this particular day, I told Guru I did not know where Ashrita was. And then Guru said, “But I know where <em>you</em> are. You are inside my heart. You are inside every heartbeat of mine.”</p>
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<p>The Master’s heart<br/>
Is made of affection.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_csi6mws" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 43, Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote1_csi6mws">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_csi6mws"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_csi6mws">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-42835">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 43</a>, Agni Press, 2005</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-know-where-you-are">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru the child with his London disciple-children</h2>
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<p>Guru was in Scotland and he left Scotland. We thought Guru had gone back to New York. Ashrita called London and he said, "Guru is not in New York. Nobody knows where he is." </p>
<p>In London we got a call from Guru. The father of Shankara and Dipika, two of the British children, whose name was Ongkar, was a disciple to the end of his life; he has passed away now. That year, he was opening a new divine enterprise, called <em>Run and Become</em>, which still exists. The shop was not open to the public yet. It was still being refurbished. Guru asked us all to meet there.</p>
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<figcaption>The original Run and Become store. Sri Chinmoy also visited the store quite a few times after its opening.</figcaption>
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<p>He came in the evening and we all met in this shop, which had two floors, a ground level and an upstairs level. Guru said all the children should come upstairs with him and for all the adults to stay downstairs. He invited all the children to come upstairs.</p>

<p>Guru was like a child. He was with us and he was like another child. I was thirteen at the time. The children were mostly younger than me all the way down to four or five years old. Guru was so excited. He was really like a child when he was with us.</p>
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<figcaption>A few years later, Sri Chinmoy listens to a choir of the same London children, during a ceremony to mark the first Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile in Battersea Park</figcaption>
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<p>Guru played a little game with us. He said, “I want you all, each child, to guess your animal incarnation. What animal you were in your last animal incarnation.”</p>
<p>We all guessed. I remember that I thought maybe I was a dolphin because I loved dolphins at that age. Then Guru went around to each child and he told them which animal they were in their last animal incarnation. Mridanga was an elephant. Dipika was a dog. My brother Sahadeva was a cow. To another girl, Sudhira, who lives in San Francisco now, Guru told her she was a deer.</p>
<p>Then Guru told me that I also was a deer. Guru said that it was very unusual because in my case I was a deer for two consecutive incarnations. Guru said in my first deer incarnation I was not satisfied with my speed. The deer represents speed in Guru's <em>Animal Kingdom</em> book. As a deer, I was not satisfied with my speed. I asked the Supreme for another deer incarnation.</p>
<p>Those 'lucky' people who have seen my speed on the Peace Run will realise that I still have a lot more incarnations to go if I want to be satisfied with my speed!</p>
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<figcaption>Devashishu often takes part in the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run, a world wide torch relay that aims to kindle the flame of peace inside people's hearts.</figcaption>
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<p>What my heart needs<br/>
Is aspiration-speed,<br/>
What my life needs<br/>
Is dedication-speed,<br/>
And what I need<br/>
Is surrender-speed.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_dy9yctw" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 172, Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote1_dy9yctw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_dy9yctw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_dy9yctw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-17120">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 172</a>, Agni Press, 1992</li>
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<h2>How I started working full-time for my spiritual Master</h2>
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<p>I had been working at the United Nations for about ten years when 1985 came along. Unfortunately, I followed the advice of a lawyer and somehow that got me in trouble with the taxes at the UN. Rather than get into a long dispute with the UN, Guru suggested that I just retire.  </p>
<p>In any case, Guru came up to me and said, “Well, you need a job now. Right?” I said, “Yes, Guru.” He said, “Would you like to work for me? You could come to the tennis court and be a tennis court guard.”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/pulak/sri-chinmoy-tennis-aspiration-ground-2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My job started the next day. At that time, the tennis court, which had been constructed in 1980, was not yet called Aspiration-Ground. Guru was playing tennis there practically every day.</p>
<p>Ketan and Sagar were his two main helpers there. Basically, they were the steady helpers. Ketan was more interested in setting up all of Guru's exercise equipment and his shoes and his drinks, as well as cleaning the area around Guru. Sagar did sweeping and other things around the court area. I became eventually sort of a specialist in taking care of the surface of the court.</p>
<p>At times, because I thought I was in charge of things, I would ask them to do something. That's when things became a little shaky because they knew what they had to do. They thought, “Who is this guy coming in here telling us what to do?” I would suggest something like “Maybe we should rake the stones in the driveway.” And they would say, “Yeah, if you think we should rake the stones, then here's your rake.” I guess I started learning to develop my patience and tolerance and oneness with my fellow workers there. I wasn't perfect either.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy started his weightlifting journey around this time; here he is using Ketan (left) and Sagar as weights.</figcaption>
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<p>We all served as ball boys, and I assisted Guru also when he was lifting his weights.</p>
<p>How I started massaging Guru: the first thing that happened was when Guru would come to the court, he'd be wearing his sandals. Then one day when I was nearby, he sat down in his chair, reached into his pocket, pulled out his socks and threw them at me. This was an indication that he wanted me to put his socks on.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/pulak/sri-chinmoy-during-tennis.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I was a little surprised at the moment, but eventually the message got through to me. Guru didn't have to say anything. So I would put his socks on and then his tennis shoes on because Guru never wore his tennis shoes to Aspiration-Ground. He always came in sandals and had one of us put his socks and shoes on for him.</p>
<p>Guru would play tennis for an hour or two hours. Sometimes it would be very, very hot and he would be totally drenched in sweat, but it was what he loved to do—play sports.</p>
<p>After playing tennis, Guru would come back to his seat. He often called me to take his socks off and then one day after taking his socks off, he asked me to massage his feet.</p>
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<p>The true Master<br/>
Says,<br/>
“I shall show you<br/>
How to place your soul,<br/>
Heart, mind, vital, body<br/>
And earthly existence,<br/>
Everything that you have<br/>
And you are,<br/>
At the Feet of God<br/>
To please Him in His own Way.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lwwload" title="The difference between a false Master and a true Master, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_lwwload">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lwwload"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lwwload">1.</a> The difference between a false Master and a true Master, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<p>I was married to Subarata, an Irish disciple, for 20 years. She passed away from a very rare disease in the year 2000. When she passed away, Guru said to me, “Do not grieve too much. The secret of life is that there is no death.”</p>
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<p>One night, about three months later, I was back in New Zealand. I was asleep in my room and I got woken up at three o'clock in the morning. There was a very strong and very beautiful fragrance of flowers in my room. I had a feeling in my heart that her soul was there in the room and she had come to visit. I jumped out of bed and I sat in the little side room where she used to meditate.</p>
<p>Ten minutes later, the telephone rang. It was Ashrita or someone in New York calling me up. He said, “Guru told me to call you and tell you that your wife's soul is there in the room. She has come to visit you.”</p>

<p>I was very surprised, as Guru was 12,000 miles away in New York, and he confirmed the experience that her soul had come from the soul's the world into our world to visit.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates with Jogyata and Subarata on the occasion of Subarata's birthday, 1994</figcaption>
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<p><em>The Master's Fruitful Answers</em></p>
<p>The Master’s fruitful answers<br/>
To his children’s soulful questions<br/>
Are as meaningful to them<br/>
As their highest meditation,<br/>
For his answers convince<br/>
Their physical mind<br/>
Of the messages they receive<br/>
From their spiritual heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_q40ba3t" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 69, #6886, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_q40ba3t">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_q40ba3t"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_q40ba3t">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 69, #6886, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>How our spiritual journey with Sri Chinmoy started</h2>
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<p>We heard of Sri Chinmoy through a radio program that was conducted by one of his disciples. He kept talking about his teacher, Sri Chinmoy, and I wrote a letter to ask if we could meet Sri Chinmoy. So, he was in touch with us, and he invited us to come to his house.</p>
<p>Then he took us to the New Year's meditation. It was the end of 1973, and he took us to that public meditation. Nandita was very pregnant with Bishwas when we went. I was impressed because the disciples who were ushers, the disciples who were helping, were so nice. Guru invited groups up to sing or just to meditate on stage, and Guru himself spoke and sang.</p>
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<p>But what really captivated me, what really excited me, is they showed a picture, a movie, a close-up of Guru's face while he was meditating.</p>

<p>You've seen that kind of video with Guru's eyes dancing and this wonderful expression on his face. I felt tremendous excitement in myself. It was so… I had never seen anything like that. You know how quickly Guru's eyes move? I even tried to move my eyes quickly to see if I could do that. No, no, Guru's eyes were really dancing.</p>
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<p>So, this marvelous programme ended. There were probably about a thousand people at the event. Then our host, a disciple, took us backstage to meet Guru. So we were standing backstage, and Guru was about 30 feet away from us with some other disciples. These other disciples were all attendants for Guru for the event. We were sitting on the floor; the attendants were also sitting on the floor. These other disciples, the attendants who were sitting on the floor, were looking at Guru with their hands folded. Guru was standing and looking at each of them, one at a time.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/early-smile-sri-chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />As you know, that is <em>darshan</em>, when the Master offers blessings to the disciple. Guru was giving darshan to them. It was amazing to look at it—them smiling and gazing at him and him looking at them and smiling. My feeling was, “Wow, this man is really something!” You know what Guru's smile is like? No one can smile like Guru.</p>
<p>Then the big moment came. Guru walked over to where we were with our host, and he introduced us to Guru. By the way, I had a really big beard then. Guru was completely silent. He just raised his hands, both hands, and put one hand on my head and one hand on Nandita's head. My feeling was, “I like this. I like this.”</p>
<p>So that was the beginning. Then next, I shaved my beard, and we became disciples.</p>
<p>The next time we saw Guru was when he came down to Princeton to give a talk. It was on Nandita's birthday. I knew this man was really something, that he was really amazing. I wanted him to bless Nandita because she was pregnant with Bishwas. In my pushy way, I somehow maneuvered us so that Guru would have to encounter us. Guru gave a big blessing to Nandita. It was her birthday. He put his hands on her head and said a few words. I was very happy. Thus launched our spiritual career with Guru</p>
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<p>.That early stage when I saw Guru, I could not believe that this was happening to me. Nothing that good had ever happened in my life. I felt this was like being in the presence of Jesus or Buddha or Krishna. How could something that amazing be happening to me?</p>
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<p><em>With magic in His Eyes</em></p>
<p>With magic in His Eyes<br/>
God came to me.<br/>
With wonder-surprise in my eyes<br/>
I drank His Ecstasy.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_s35zc97" title="A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile, Agni Press, 1977" href="#footnote1_s35zc97">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_s35zc97"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_s35zc97">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sc-147">A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile</a>, Agni Press, 1977</li>
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<h2>&#039;From now on, my Krishna’s consciousness is inside of you.&#039;</h2>
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<p>In those days, every time Guru was in Puerto Rico, I went to the Centre every day after work either to sit and talk and just be there, or to cook. </p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sevananda/papaha-bali-lotus.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One day as I went to the Centre—because I was a little bit early—I went to this park, and there was a pond of water lilies. One of the lilies was particularly beautiful. I thought, “I must take this to Guru.”</p>
<p>So I pulled it out of the pond and cleaned it. I went to the Centre with the water lily. As soon as I saw Guru, I gave him the flower. He put it to his nose and smelled it. He said, “Ahh, the water lily, my Lord Krishna’s consciousness.”</p>
<p>Guru went out to the balcony of the Centre and then he called me. He had the flower in his hand and asked me to get close to him. He placed the flower over my head and proceeded to bless me.</p>
<p>He said, “I’m giving you my Lord Krishna’s consciousness. From now on, my Krishna’s consciousness is inside of you.”</p>
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Yonder my Lord Krishna’s<br/>
Jingling ankle bells<br/>
Are thrilling my eyes,<br/>
Intoxicating my heartbeat,<br/>
Feeding my heart<br/>
And energising my life.<br/>
My Lord Krishna, my Lord Krishna!</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_pzeu5ki" title="My Early Morning Heart-Climbing Prayers, Agni Press, 2006" href="#footnote1_pzeu5ki">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_pzeu5ki"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_pzeu5ki">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/emh-36">My Early Morning Heart-Climbing Prayers</a>, Agni Press, 2006</li>
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<h2>The day I saw my Guru for the first time</h2>
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<p>Guru was flying through Los Angeles; he had a layover of a couple hours. So, the idea was that we would all spend time with him in the airport.</p>
<p>We sat waiting for Guru. It was very early in the morning, and we found a corner of the airport that didn't have anyone in it.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/natabara/sri-chinmoy-arrival-la-airport.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />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.</p>
<p>We found this corner and everyone, of course, was thrilled to see Guru. They were obviously feeling wonderful things, but I wasn't feeling anything.</p>

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<p>Then Guru just sat down and started meditating and everyone else started meditating and everything went silent. I started to get even more agitated, and my mind created more problems.  Here I had come down to meet my Guru and feel this bliss again like the experiences I had had, and now I wasn't feeling anything. My mind was just torturing me. Of course, when you meditate, everything is more intense, so all these awful feelings were getting more intense. Then Guru started talking about the soul of California and that confused me even more to think that a state had a soul.</p>
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<p>At that point, my mind started to torture me with thoughts that maybe I wasn't meant for spirituality. It was at that point that Guru told everyone to stand up and have a walking meditation. We got in a line and slowly walked past Guru looking into his eyes. I didn't know what was going on. I'd never heard of a walking meditation. So, I asked Nayak and he kind of struggled to explain it. He said, “Just imagine you have a bowl and you're offering everything to Sri Chinmoy, and he'll fill that bowl with something nice.”</p>
<p>So I was really confused. But then I found myself approaching Guru. As I walked past him, it was as if everything else faded away. I looked at him, and it felt like all my anxiety and worry was being washed away. In a matter of seconds, I had my whole consciousness shifted and elevated. I had never experienced anything like that in my life.</p>
<p>I was both in awe and also just in bliss at this wonderful feeling. We walked around Guru and went and sat back down on the floor. I could not stop staring at Guru. I did not even want to blink to miss even a moment looking at Guru. I realised that what he had, what he was offering was what I really wanted in life, and I just wanted to do everything possible to receive whatever I could from him.</p>
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<p>The mind’s negativity-capacity<br/>
Is no match<br/>
For the heart’s God-receptivity.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_utj4ggb" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 179, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_utj4ggb">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_utj4ggb"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_utj4ggb">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-17830">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 179</a>, Agni Press, 1993</li>
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<h2>&#039;Yes, my Lord.&#039;</h2>
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<p>This is a story about how I started calling Guru “my Lord.”</p>
<p>I was living in California, and I was reading the <em>Srimad Bhagavatam</em>. The last part of the Bhagavatam, the last third of the book, is all about Lord Krishna.</p>
<p>The gopis moved me because they had so much devotion to Lord Krishna. They have surrendered everything to him, their mind and their life, and they called him their Lord.</p>
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<p>So, on this particular day, I was reading the <em>Bhagavatam</em>, and a wish came from my heart that said, Guru, “I want to belong only to you, only to you.”</p>
<p>The next week, when Guru called the San Francisco Centre, when I picked up the phone and I said, “This is Kamalakanta,” he said, “My Kamalakanta, my Kamalakanta, my Kamalakanta.”</p>
<p>Then when I came to New York the next time and we were playing tennis, he was in his chair and he said something to me. When I responded to him, I said, “Yes, my Lord.”</p>
<p>Guru raised his voice and he said, “He is saying it from the central part of his being. He is being sincere.”</p>
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<figcaption>Published by Simon &amp; Schuster, the Wings of Joy has sold over 100,000 copies. <a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/books#item-46410">More....</a></figcaption>
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<p>One more thing. In the book <em>The Wings of Joy</em>, the second or third chapter, Guru talks about the fact that the disciple must establish an intimate relationship with the Master. If you feel that the Master is only like a schoolteacher, then he might be displeased with you at some point and say, “Okay, you failed. You go out of the school.” You know, bye bye.</p>
<p>But Guru said that if you have established an intimate relationship with the Master, he can never let you go. You can feel that he is your brother or your lover or your father or your friend, your best friend, but some kind of intimate relationship has to be established.</p>
<p>I meditated on it, and I decided that the one I felt most comfortable with was the father-son relationship. So, I inwardly said to Guru at that moment, “Guru, you are my father. I give you complete authority over my life. You can say anything you want about me.”</p>
<p>Two weeks later, he was visiting somebody, and he said, “Kamalakanta, I can say anything I want about him. He is my child.”</p>
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<p>My Lord, my dear Lord, my sweet Lord,<br/>
My Lord Divine, my Lord Supreme,<br/>
How can I, even for a single day,<br/>
Love You in Your own Way,<br/>
Offer You my devotion in Your own Way<br/>
And<br/>
Surrender my entire earth-existence to You<br/>
In Your own Way?<br/>
<br/>
"My sleeplessly and breathlessly<br/>
Dream-blossoming child,<br/>
It is not an impossible task.<br/>
It is not even a difficult task.<br/>
It is an unbelievably easy task.<br/>
My child, from today on,<br/>
Do not try to hide from Me<br/>
And live in your darkness-mind-cave-<br/>
Absurd, My child, absurd!<br/>
The entire creation, the entire universe,<br/>
Is created by Me.<br/>
I am the body<br/>
And<br/>
I am the Spirit of the universe.<br/>
My child, I am most affectionately,<br/>
Most blessingfully inviting you<br/>
To come and live with Me<br/>
In My Heart-Nest.<br/>
Come, My child, come!<br/>
Come play with Me and sing with Me.<br/>
Lo, My child,<br/>
Perfect is your love for Me,<br/>
Perfect is your devotion to Me,<br/>
Perfect is your surrender to Me.<br/>
Your name is now perfect perfection-sky,<br/>
And<br/>
My Name is perfect Satisfaction-Sun.<br/>
My child, to make the Real in you happy,<br/>
Today, tomorrow and forever and forever<br/>
I must love you in My divine Way,<br/>
The only Way.<br/>
My child, My child, My child!"</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_j3xo3mw" title="My sweet Father-Lord, where are you?, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_j3xo3mw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_j3xo3mw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_j3xo3mw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/slf-40">My sweet Father-Lord, where are you?</a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/yes-my-lord">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The first time that I really understood that I had a soul</h2>
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<p>After three months of coming to the Centre, I decided I would go to New York to meet Guru and see if I was meant to be following his path. The evening I arrived, I went to PS 86, the public school where Guru was holding a public meditation that night.</p>
<p>At the end of the evening, I stood in the corridor and Guru walked past me. When he walked past me, he stopped and gave me this very, very beautiful smile. When he looked at me, I knew he saw everything about me. He looked at my spiritual heart and his eyes kind of flickered very momentarily, very briefly, when he looked at my spiritual heart. He did something occultly or psychically, because I felt this, like a little warm explosion in my heart centre. All my worldly troubles all fell away, and I suddenly felt immensely happy.</p>
<p>That feeling of being unburdened by my mind and free of all my troubles stayed with me for about three or four days. That was the very first time that I really understood that I had a soul, that I am the soul. That was the beginning of my journey.</p>
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<p>The Sunshine-Smile<br/>
Of my Lord&rsquo;s Heart<br/>
Feeds my heart&rsquo;s prayer-cry<br/>
Before I start my daily spiritual journey.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_30f5gwl" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 155,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_30f5gwl">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_30f5gwl"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_30f5gwl">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-15407">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 155</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1991</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-time-i-really-understood-i-had-soul">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru was teaching us through his music</h2>
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<p>I remember Guru running the 47-mile race at August Celebrations. It was the second time that he did it. We, the children, would stand on the course and sing songs. When Guru would run by, we would sing for him because he was really suffering. We could see him suffering so we would sing songs for him. Then when he went past, we would run across to the other side of the course and wait for him and sing for him there. Guru would give us a nice little blessing as he would go by.</p>
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<p>Also during that Celebrations, Guru taught the children songs. There was a big group of children there. I remember learning <em>Tomare Rakhibo</em>. I think it was new then, and Guru was teaching us all. A lot of our interaction with Guru was Guru calling us up and teaching us songs or singing with us.</p>

<p>Of course, we all know how beautiful Guru’s music is. From the very beginning, when my mother first became a disciple, I heard Guru's songs. We would learn these songs that were so beautiful.</p>
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<figcaption>Devashishu sings Sri Chinmoy's songs as part of a children's choir.</figcaption>
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<p>Many years later, when I looked back, I realised that through the music, through Guru's singing and songs, Guru was teaching us, especially the children. We were learning how to meditate through the music. Because at that age we could not sit for hours and hours in front of a shrine. We couldn’t be silent for probably more than five minutes. But through the music, through the singing, we experienced so much of Guru’s consciousness. We received so much of his consciousness in his light and his love and his affection. I realised years later that was how he taught us. It was a spiritual teaching through these beautiful, beautiful songs.</p>
<p>Anyway, I went home from that Celebrations, and every night for weeks, I was upset. I was missing Guru so much and missing being in New York with Guru.</p>
<p>The contrast of coming home and going back to school and not being around all the disciples and Guru was really, really hard. I actually asked my father to build me a shrine, a beautiful shrine. That’s when I started to really meditate. I can’t say I kept it up regularly all through my teenage years. But at that point, I started to meditate regularly on a daily basis to try to feel the love, the sweetness and the affection that Guru had given us during the Celebrations.</p>
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<p>My aspiration-heart<br/>
Is full to the brim<br/>
With God’s Affection.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gmhnmqi" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 28, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_gmhnmqi">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gmhnmqi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gmhnmqi">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-27791">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 28</a>, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-was-teaching-us-through-his-music">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I was just the instrument</h2>
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<p>I decided after looking at the Transcendental photograph – one of Sri Chinmoy’s highest and loftiest photographs that all his students use for their meditation – for so many years that I would like to make a three-dimensional sculpture of it, because I also had a photograph of the side view of Guru.</p>
<p>It was an interesting event because I struggled for many weeks trying to get what I thought was a likeness of Guru. I found creating this bust to be very difficult. Then one late evening, I sat down with my clay head at midnight. The family were asleep, and I said to myself, I must finish this.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/kaivalya/kaivalya-first-bust-sri-chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Even today, I can not remember what happened because I started modelling the clay and then next thing I knew, it was six o'clock in the morning. It was as though I was in a dream somewhere and when I woke up, the head was finished.</p>
<p>I seemed to wake up from a very deep dream, but it was not a physical-sleep dream. It was like I was up in the air and came down to the physical earth when I saw that the statue was finished. It was like I was somewhere above the Himalayas and I came down to see the result of the physical work. For six hours I did not know where I was. It convinced me then: I knew that Guru did the work, and I was just the instrument.</p>
<p>So I cast the head in a polyester resin and took it to New York in October that year. It was 1989. Guru liked it and asked me to make more copies. I returned to New York just before Guru went on the Christmas trip to give the copies to the people who had requested them.</p>
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<figcaption>Over the years, Sri Chinmoy asked Kaivalya to make many statues of people he admired. One of the last ones was this one of President Mandela and his wife, Mama Graça. This photo was taken by Sri Chinmoy.</figcaption>
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<p>My Lord,<br/>
You have made me<br/>
Your chosen instrument.<br/>
But I know that others<br/>
Can easily be made into<br/>
Your choice instruments<br/>
If You execute Your Compassion-Flood<br/>
In and through them.<br/>
Never will I say that I am<br/>
An indispensable instrument,<br/>
But I will always remain<br/>
Your grateful instrument.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_yl7k0fk" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 16, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_yl7k0fk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_yl7k0fk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_yl7k0fk">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-1599">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 16</a>, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-was-just-instrument">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>“You must always be prepared to receive the presence of your Master.”</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>When I first moved to Queens, I was doing carpentry work. One day after my job, I was going to the Guru Health Foods store. I parked my car just on the corner below the block, just off 86th, 87th Avenue.</p>
<p>So, I bought my stuff, and as I was coming out of Guru Health Foods (which was right in the middle of the block, further down the hill, not at the corner the way it is now) …as I walked outside, I looked up and saw that Guru was walking down the hill. This was a summer day, and he was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. I just stood there with my hands folded. I was trying to be devoted.</p>
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<figcaption>Parsons Boulevard, 1990s: this block contains many 'divine enterprises' where Sri Chinmoy's students work, including Guru Health Foods</figcaption>
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<p>   As Guru was walking down the hill, he saw me there. He stopped in front of me and said, “Sal, (at that time my name was Sal) …do you have your car here? And I said, “Yes, Guru.” He said, “Go bring it. bring it.”</p>
<p>But I had just gotten off my carpentry job, and the car was basically my work place. It was where my equipment was; all my tools were there. There was sawdust on the seat. There was sawdust on the floor. There were pieces of wood scraps everywhere and tools.</p>

<p>It was a bit of a mess, so I tried to clean it up quickly. I was really working as quickly as I could. I threw everything that was on the front seat into the back, and I brushed off the seat the best I could. I was doing everything. I was working feverishly to get it ready.</p>
<p>Before I could get it ready, I saw Guru at the door, knocking at the window on the passenger side. I reached over to open the door and let Guru in. Guru got in the car, and I said, “Guru I'm sorry. The car isn't quite ready for you yet.”</p>
<p>Then Guru said back to me, “You must always be prepared to receive the presence of your Master.”</p>
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<p>It was like Guru basically branded those words on my soul. I never forgot what he said. Not that I lived up to it all the time, but at least Guru made me aware of what it was to be a true disciple.</p>
<p>You always have to feel that your Master is there, always there. He's always observing you, always with you, always ready to help you, whatever. He is always present for you.</p>
<p>Then I just drove Guru home.</p>
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<p>God does not care for my perfection.<br/>
He does not care even for my preparation.<br/>
He cares only for my readiness<br/>
And willingness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_bayx7oa" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 35, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_bayx7oa">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_bayx7oa"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_bayx7oa">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-34167">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 35, Agni Press, 2004</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-must-always-be-prepared-receive-presence-your-master">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>On the day of getting our names, Guru had told us that we would be getting them, so to come prepared and to be in our best consciousness.</p>
<p>We were all wearing white. One by one, Guru called us up. He would stand there and place his hands on our head. When I came up, he put one hand on my third eye and the other hand on the top of my head. As I was standing there, Guru kept one hand on my third eye and then he put the other hand directly on my spiritual heart.</p>
<p>The force was so powerful, I actually felt a physical electricity going into my third eye and in my heart centre. It was electric. It was so strong. I could physically feel this buzzing energy and my mind was completely blank. There were no thoughts, nothing. He was in complete control of me, of whoever I was. He completely took me out into this absolute, beautiful, wonderful, luminous, blissful state. That’s all I can say.</p>
<p>Then he started chanting my name. My name is Banshidhar. He chanted Ban…shi… dhar, Ban…shi… dhar.  He kept chanting this many, many times. I felt like he was pulling something from way, way, way deep inside of me. I never had that experience ever. He pulled something from way inside and it was coming out.</p>

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<figcaption>A beautiful statue of Lord Krishna in Aspiration-Ground, where Sri Chinmoy would meditate with his students. Sri Chinmoy has the closest connection with Lord Krishna over lifetimes.</figcaption>
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<p>Then he started to say what it means. He went on and said many things but the most important is that <em>Banshidhar</em> means Lord Krishna, who plays the divine cosmic melody on the flute and awakens the universal consciousness.</p>
<p>Guru wrote some songs with <em>banshari bajao</em> which means the flute player. The banshi or banshari is the flute and banshidhar is the flute player.</p>
<p>That changed everything. It changes everything when your Master does this with you and you become his disciple. Guru says that once he accepts you as his disciple and you accept him as your master, it's forever. It is FOR..EV…ER.  Every day of this life and for every other life that we have, Guru is always with us.  From that moment, Guru has been with me every single step of the way. Whether I was running or stumbling, sleeping or going backwards, sidewards, forwards or upwards, Guru has always been there, present no matter what state of consciousness I've been in.</p>
<p>As seekers, we are going to go through all kinds of states of consciousness, all kinds of experiences—ups and downs and ins and outs. But Guru is always, always here with us, always. It never changes. He is always there, always here.  </p>
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<p>While He plays on His Flute,<br/>
My Lord Krishna brings down<br/>
His own Divinity’s Summit-Peace<br/>
And Summit-Bliss.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_q77ap08" title="Enthusiasm, part 6, 2004" href="#footnote1_q77ap08">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_q77ap08"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_q77ap08">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent-708">Enthusiasm, part 6</a>, 2004</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/day-i-recieved-my-spiritual-name">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A disciple re-incarnates</h2>
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<p>Some souls do have two lifetimes with Guru, like Nivedita. Nivedita was a Canadian disciple who passed away as Guru was speaking to her on the phone. Paramita, a fellow Canadian disciple, described it like this:</p>
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<p><em>Nivedita’s passing, many years ago, was absolutely spiritually spectacular. She was in the hospital in a two-bed room, and the spiritual energy at her bedside was so powerful that you absolutely could not NOT meditate. You HAD to meditate, and the meditation was just going rocket-high. Even the lady who was the patient in the next bed was sitting up meditating and praying.</em></p>
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<figcaption>Nivedita joined Sri Chinmoy's path in the 1970's</figcaption>
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<p><em>Around Nivedita’s bed were her children and a number of disciples from the Ottawa Centre. For hours we were there with her, just meditating and meditating in this absolutely incredible energy. Nivedita’s physical body was moving through the last stages of taking a breath or two, and then there would be quite a long pause, and another breath or two.</em></p>
<p><em>Somewhere during the afternoon, the telephone rang and Kritagyata answered. It was Ashrita, who said, “Guru is asking you to put the phone on Nivedita’s ear.” We could then hear Guru singing to Nivedita the song he had composed for her. And with Guru singing or speaking in her ear, she breathed her last.</em></p>
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<p>I told her to sing. I said, “I will take full responsibility.” I gave her the full description of Heaven, and I said, “Today, as I am here, I am also in Heaven.” I was talking with her for two or three minutes, and while she was listening to me, she passed. What an experience!</p>
<p><strong>Guru</strong></p>
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<p><em>About six or eight years later, my daughter Lisa was attending nursing school in Ottawa, and in her senior year they were being taught how to nurse people through the process of dying. The nursing professor wanted to describe the most beautiful death that she had ever experienced in her nursing career, and she proceeded to describe Nivedita’s death. Lisa went up to her afterwards and said, “I know that lady that you were describing.” The professor said, “No, Lisa, you couldn’t possibly. It happened many years ago.” But Lisa said, “Oh yes, I do. That was Nivedita Johnston.” And the professor said, “You’re absolutely right!”</em></p>
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<p>About ten years after Nivedita had passed away, I was in New York at a function in the school. Guru gave out Prasad and a little girl of about five years old passed in front of Guru with her mother. Guru was looking at her and looking at her very intensely.</p>
<p>When everyone had passed by, Guru called the little girl back again. Guru wrote on a piece of paper and put it on her head. A friend of mine sitting next to me said, “I bet that Nivedita has come back again.” He was absolutely right.</p>
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<p>Guru gave a little speech about what a great victory it was for the soul. Guru said, “Our Nivedita had found us again.” She had incarnated in what was then East Germany. The little girl remembered all the pet names she had had for her disciple friends in New York. She remembered them all very, very well. She remembered working in the Divine Enterprises in New York and all her friends. All the connections were very strong. She remembered them all very clearly.</p>
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<p>Life is a journey.<br/>
Death is the continuation of the journey.<br/>
Heaven is a temporary rest<br/>
For the commencement and fulfilment<br/>
Of a new life, a new hope<br/>
And a new promise.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_72bg82t" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 4, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_72bg82t">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_72bg82t"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_72bg82t">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/apr-357">My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 4</a>, Agni Press, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/disciple-re-incarnates">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Celebrating birthdays at Guru&#039;s house</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates on Devashishu on the occasion of his birthday. This is the 'front porch' of Sri Chinmoy's house.</figcaption>
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<p>Guru was very, very kind to us and lavished food on us. If it was a guard's birthday, there would be a big celebration with Guru at his house. We'd all go.</p>
<p>Those were my favourite moments. If I look back at my favourite moments in my discipleship, it was sitting with Guru on the porch of his house with all the boys, the guards, and Guru just lying on his couch, sitting back, relaxing and just telling a story. Stories from the ashram days or stories about when he first came to America, or a story about some famous person.</p>
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<figcaption>A photo from 2003: Devashishu celebrating his birthday in France with his family and some of his fellow 'guards'. The guards were a group of boys chosen by Guru to serve as attendants at Aspiration-Ground, the place where Sri Chinmoy meditated with his students.</figcaption>
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<p>Guru was in a sweet mood, a happy mood, a comfortable mood, and he could just relax with the boys and tell stories. Those are my favorite moments, because you felt Guru was happy and he was comfortable with us. He could just tell these stories and they were like golden moments and you didn't want them to end. You just wanted to sit on that porch for days and days and days and listen to these stories.</p>

<p>And of course, while Guru is telling you these stories, food is coming all the time. There's food, American food, which usually is big desserts and big cakes and big this and big that and a big drink. Then there would be someone's birthday, one of the boy guards’ birthdays. Then there would be birthday cake for the boy, a big birthday cake. Guru said it's an insult not to eat a piece of the cake for the birthday boy. So you had to eat the cake, the piece of cake you got.</p>
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<p>Then Guru would have <em>prasad</em>, which would often be lots of pastries and sweet things in a big array. So you would want to take every piece of prasad because it was at Guru's feet as you would go by.</p>
<p>This would be in the morning. Then Guru said, "Go over to the court and I will come over soon."  Then Guru would come to Aspiration-Ground and he would give another prasad for everybody and you would have to eat that too.</p>
<p>Guru is offering all the time that love and that compassion and that kindness. And it's up to us and our receptivity to be aware of it and to receive it.</p>
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<p>Empty your heart;<br/>
God will fill it<br/>
With His Abundance.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_kwxcmb8" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 39, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_kwxcmb8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_kwxcmb8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_kwxcmb8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-38303">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 39</a>, Agni Press, 2004</li>
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<h2>Saved by a simple request from my Guru</h2>
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<p>In 2006, a crisis started happening: I could not make any progress. I could not pray or meditate. At one point, impossibility became real. It was so powerful that I could inwardly see a wall between me and my shrine, like a one-foot-thick wall of impossibility had manifested in my room. At this moment, I &#39;knew&#39; that my spiritual life was over, so I gave up. Basically, you know how in the movies, they surrender ? (<em>he waves a white flag</em>) I went like that inwardly. I said, &ldquo;Okay, it&#39;s over.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I do not remember if it was exactly the same day or one of the next days. I became upset and I inwardly screamed at Guru, &ldquo;Guru, you have to do something because I cannot do it anymore.&rdquo; Well, after I did that, as I was leaving my house, I said to Guru in my mind: &ldquo;If you do not help me, people will say in the future that you abandoned your devotee who asked for help.&rdquo; I kept going to functions and doing everything normally, but inwardly I thought it was over.</p>
<p>Then a few weeks later, exactly on the fortieth anniversary of the Puerto Rico Centre, July 22nd, 2006, Guru asked me to massage his feet. With that one simple request, he saved my life one more time.</p>
<p><em>From that day on, Kamalakanta would regularly be requested to sit at his Guru&#39;s feet and massage him. This next experience took place the following year, in May 2007, while Kamalakanta was massaging Guru:</em></p>
<p>Just before the trip to Mongolia, we were at Aspiration-Ground, and it was raining lightly. I felt two things very strongly. First of all, that I wasn&#39;t touching Guru&rsquo;s feet&mdash;his feet were touching me!</p>
<p>The second thing I felt was because people were staying. They didn&#39;t care if it was raining. Guru was looking at them, very proud that they wanted to stay and be with him. Then I felt that Guru&rsquo;s feet not only were touching me but were touching all the disciples. Because his feet of compassion are not his physical feet. His physical feet represent his compassion, but his feet of compassion are infinite. They cannot be contained in the physical.</p>
<p>So, the one thing I wanted to tell say is that whenever you think of Guru, whenever you pray to Guru, whenever you meditate on Guru, his feet are touching you at that moment. You cannot separate his compassion from his other qualities. They are all infinite and they are all what he is, so that compassion is always there, always there.</p>
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<p>I am seeking shelter,<br/>
My Lord,<br/>
In the haven<br/>
Of Your Compassion-Feet.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_srh5jz0" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 20,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_srh5jz0">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_srh5jz0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_srh5jz0">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-19413">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 20,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/saved-simple-request-my-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become</h2>
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<p>This was November 6, 1977. I was told the day before that Guru was going to give me my spiritual name. Guru was playing tennis at the school there, at the Jamaica High School track.</p>
<p>When he finished, he sat down and called &ldquo;Lincoln&rdquo; to come over. That was the last time he used my outer name. I kneeled down in front of him. As you might imagine, it was very emotional, very emotional.</p>
<p>He put his hand on my head and spoke the name. Then he gave an explanation as well. He described what and who Nayak is, what my soul is. I&rsquo;ll just read briefly. Guru started: &ldquo;With my heart&#39;s soulful love and my life&#39;s blessingful gratitude, I offer you your soul&#39;s name.&rdquo; &nbsp;</p>
<p>He said a few more things and then he said the name: &ldquo;Nayak, Nayak.&rdquo; Then he gave the meaning. I&rsquo;ll just read the first part: &ldquo;Nayak is the one who leads, guides, illumines, and fulfils the seeker divine.&rdquo; &nbsp;</p>
<p>You have to remember that this is the name of the soul, and the outer aspects are trying to become like that. That is the name of the soul, and that&#39;s what we can become. Of course, where we are now is not there yet.</p>
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<p>Self-mastery<br/>
Is<br/>
My spirituality&#39;s present name.</p>
<p>Self-discovery<br/>
Is<br/>
My spirituality&#39;s future name.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rr0hjnh" title="My spirituality,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_rr0hjnh">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rr0hjnh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rr0hjnh">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ms-35">My spirituality</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<p>Before I came down to Los Angeles<em> (to see Sri Chinmoy for the first time)</em>, I got the idea that I needed to bring Guru a gift. So at the time, I was living in a house with a friend who was like a hippie. Because I couldn't make up my mind what to get Guru, he took me to a place to make a necklace. What you do is you get this necklace string and you put different beads and things on the necklace yourself. I got the idea to use little birds and letters that spelled out part of a poem that Guru had written.</p>
<p>At this point, Nayak mentioned to Guru that I had come down from Seattle just to meet him for the first time. He replied, “Oh, really?”</p>
<p>Nayak had told Guru that I had a gift to give him. So I pulled the necklace out of my pocket and handed it to Guru. Guru immediately said, “Oh, it says something. What does it say?”</p>
<p>Everyone was listening at this point. I said, Guru, “It says, ‘My soul-bird wants to fly in Infinity's sky with you.’”</p>

<p>Some people laughed a little bit and some girls kind of smiled. After I told Guru what the necklace said, “Really? Well, how old are you?”</p>
<p>I said, “Twenty-two.”</p>
<p>Guru smiled and said, “No problem.”</p>
<p>So everyone laughed with joy, and it was a beautiful moment.</p>
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<p>What can I give to God<br/>
In return for His precious Gifts:<br/>
Compassion and Forgiveness?<br/>
I can give Him<br/>
My aspiration-life<br/>
And my gratitude-heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_h1p6r57" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 97, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_h1p6r57">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_h1p6r57"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_h1p6r57">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-9629">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 97</a>, Agni Press, 1984</li>
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<h2>Guru watches me while I sculpt him</h2>
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<p>Guru asked me for the first time to make a life-sized statue of himself for Narada, a disciple in San Francisco who is a Grammy and Emmy-award winning producer and musician. When Guru went to San Francisco, I also went and took the completed statue there.</p>
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<p>Guru came to Narada’s house which is called Sacred Rock. He was greeted by a room of Narada’s friends – most all musicians and artists in their own rights. They were all dressed in white clothes. Guru came and he was very happy with such a very beautiful event.</p>
<p>This was the first statue, a full-sized statue of Guru. I think it is the only life-sized statue of himself that Guru saw.</p>
<p>When I was making the statue for Narada's home, I was working in my sons' bedroom. I would work late into the night while the boys slept.</p>
<p>I remember very vividly on one occasion when I was working on Guru's feet, on the dhoti and the feet, I was getting tired. I looked up at the statue face and I saw the eyes moving and looking at me very strongly. All the hairs on my head stood up. I felt so energized! Sometimes Guru obviously came to me and sometimes he was more subtle.</p>
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<p>To my greatest joy,<br/>
My Lord’s inner Presence<br/>
Cradles my entire being.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_csf2tn3" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 27, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_csf2tn3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_csf2tn3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_csf2tn3">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-26699">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 27</a>, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-watches-me-while-i-sculpt-him">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Running across America</h2>
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<p>I began my run on October 8, 1985, in California. I dipped my feet in the Pacific Ocean early in the morning of that day and I started running to New York. It took a hundred and eight days. I averaged about 30 miles a day, which at the time was the best that I could do.</p>
<p>I dedicated it as an expression of gratitude to Guru for everything he did for me. It happened that 1986 was the United Nations International Year of Peace. Because disciples were working in the UN, they were able to have this run be an official event celebrating the Year of Peace.</p>
<p>Previous to this, the longest I had ever run was the 47-mile race here in New York. During that year and a half that I trained, I felt that what I needed to do was to get every part of my body and mind strong and prepared for putting out an effort for a long period of time. Basically, what I did was triathlon training. For me, this is the superior kind of training. I would run, swim, bike, lift weights and do yoga. I would do five things&mdash;at least two of these things every day. I got really, really strong.</p>
<p>I made all my arrangements&mdash;planning the route and all the logistics&mdash;but as the time neared, I was getting a little nervous inside. After all this preparation and all the money and everybody knowing about it, I thought, &ldquo;God, I hope I can do it.&rdquo; A little bit of apprehension entered me, a little nervousness, and I said, &ldquo;God, I hope I can finish.&rdquo;</p>
<p>But one night I had a dream. This was maybe one or two weeks before I was actually going to start. In this dream, I saw myself crossing the finish line. There was a red ribbon across at the United Nations and I remember seeing myself running through it. I was realising, &ldquo;Wow, I did it, I made it. It actually happened.&rdquo; I woke up and I was so happy. I thought, &ldquo;Wow, it&#39;s going to happen.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Guru said many times that once something is ordained by the divine in the inner world, it&#39;s just a matter of time before it manifests in the outer world. When I had that dream, it was so real. I was convinced and so confident that all the nervousness or apprehension completely left me. I knew it was going to happen. It was just that I had to go and do it.</p>
<p>During this run, which lasted three and a half months, every day I was having these incredible experiences&mdash;inner experiences, outer experiences, meeting so many people. I got a lot of press, a lot of newspapers, radio, television, a lot of interviews where I would talk about Guru and his path and his philosophy. This was October of 1985 to January 25th of 1986&mdash;one year before the very first Peace Run. I did kind of a miniature Peace Run, because I was talking about how inner peace is the foundation of outer peace.</p>
<p>I never told anybody about that dream, but when I got to New York, to the finish line at the United Nations, there was a big ceremony with delegates. Guru was there, and the disciples. They had a red ribbon and I ran through it. It gave me so much joy!</p>
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<p>Every day remind yourself:<br/>
Yours is not the mission that will fail.<br/>
Yours is the God-ordained mission<br/>
That is bound to succeed.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_00fb1b3" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 16,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_00fb1b3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_00fb1b3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_00fb1b3">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-1595">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 16,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/running-across-america">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Just go with it and jump!</h2>
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<p>One funny anecdote I would like to add is that I remember having an experience that was steering me towards something that I never expected or looked for, whatever I had imagined my life to be. It was towards something truly spiritual.</p>
<p>At first I really tried to suppress it and fight it because it was scary.&nbsp; But the moment I did that I would get so sick in my stomach that I could not function.&nbsp; And the moment I surrendered to it, I would have waves of joy.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Then I thought there has to be another way to go about it.&nbsp; So I would suppress it and fight it again and I would be sick to my stomach. The moment I surrendered to it, again I would feel peace and joy.&nbsp;</p>
<p>So the choice was very clear. I said okay, &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t have a choice here, let&rsquo;s just go with it and jump.&rdquo; And I did jump.</p>
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<p><em>One Voice, One Divine Choice</em></p>
<p>One voice, one voice, one divine voice,<br/>
One choice, one choice, one supreme choice,<br/>
Have made my life<br/>
Divinely soulful,<br/>
Supremely fruitful.<br/>
One voice, one divine voice,<br/>
One choice, one supreme choice.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_xh52eax" title="A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1977" href="#footnote1_xh52eax">1</a></p>
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<h2>“Where there is heart, always there is a way.”</h2>
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<p>Guru was going through New Zealand on his way to Australia. We all went out to the airport knowing Guru was there, because we could see into the transit lounge. We looked over a high wall and we could see Guru and the disciples. One of the disciples saw us and told Guru that we were all there in the lounge.</p>
<p>Guru walked out through the way that people are meant to walk in. He walked out that way past the customs and the immigration, as though he was completely invisible. We were all completely amazed. Guru gathered us around and he gave out <em>prasad</em> to everybody.&nbsp; He said to us, &ldquo;Where there is heart, always there is a way.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Then he walked straight back in again with no passport and no documents, as though he was completely invisible. It was most extraordinary.</p>
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<p>The power of the heart<br/>
Is unlimited<br/>
In every sense.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_zcj5jre" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 49,&nbsp;Agni Press, 2008" href="#footnote1_zcj5jre">1</a></p>
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<p>One day, I can't remember which year it was, I was living in New York. This was typical of life as a guard—you're just relaxing, doing this and that. The next minute you get a telephone call: “Guru wants to see you, here, now please!”</p>
<p>Suddenly Guru wanted all the guards down at the track behind the court, his special track. Guru wanted us to build a ramp, an incline so that he could train running uphill to strengthen his legs. Because Guru had serious problems with his knees—his knees were very, very injured—Guru wanted it to be grass on top of earth so it would be softer for his joints.</p>
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<p>We started to build this ramp. It was a wooden structure. I think the ramp was about 30 meters long. I'm not sure about the angle, but it was about 30 meters long. Then there had to be half a meter of earth underneath the grass, inside the wooden structure.</p>

<p>Also, we had to build these big wooden pillars and structures to put the ramp on and they had to go in this very uneven earth. It was a big, big project. One moment we were taking it easy, doing whatever. Next thing, we were working for four, five, six, seven days, morning to evening— wheelbarrows of dirt and big pieces of wood. It was really intense work. There was a big team of boys. We were all working very, very hard.</p>
<p>I remember, when Guru wanted something done, there was an intensity from Guru, and it went all the way through from the people who, like Unmilan and the boys leading the project, all the way down, so we really felt the pressure and the intensity of the job.</p>
<p>After the first day, we had blisters on our hands, our legs were so sore, our body was aching because we were not used to this kind of manual work. Heavy wheelbarrow loads of earth up and down all the way from the front of Aspiration-Ground all the way down. Every time we would do a project like this, after the first day, our body was just dying.</p>
<p>Guru would send food and drinks. There was plenty of food and drink. It was all brought to us. We would just work, work, work, have something to eat and keep working. And this went on for about seven days. The amazing thing is we actually got stronger over seven days. We actually started to get better and better and stronger and stronger.</p>
<p>I remember towards the end of the end of the seven days, me and the boys, we were starting to plan what we were going to do when the project was finished—what we would do—go somewhere and have some fun or do this or do that. We were making plans.</p>
<p>Finally, it was finished and Guru came to see. Guru walked up and down the grass to try it, to test it. Guru said, “Very good. Very good. But can it not be higher?”</p>
<p>We didn't say it, but we were thinking: "What?! Higher?!" To make it higher, to make it a different angle, we basically would have to deconstruct it and make longer pillars. It was like a completely new project. So in just a few words, Guru had created another whole project for us for the next few days.  </p>
<p>So we worked again. We kept working. We made the whole thing higher. We had to take down the pillars, raise the whole thing, take the earth out and put it back in at the higher level. It was three or four more days of work.</p>
<p>This time we were really looking forward to a break afterwards. Guru came again. He walked up and down again. Again he said, "But could it not be higher?" Again, we had to make it higher. We had to deconstruct it and put it still higher.</p>
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<p>What's really interesting is, by the end of the third time, we were completely surrendered. By that point. All this idea of relaxation and rest and what we would do afterwards had gone. Now we were just fully committed to the project. It was a great team of boys, a really good team of boys working really well together, everyone working hard together. By the third time we finished, I would have been quite happy to carry on. We actually started to really enjoy working on this project. Of course, the third time Guru was very happy with it. He really liked it.</p>
<p>But it was a very powerful lesson. It really showed me personally, I realised that so much of the time when we work, even for Guru, we're working with resistance, reluctance and we're looking forward to the break afterwards. We're not really completely throwing ourselves into helping Guru, to totally be part of Guru, to do what he wants. This was a strong lesson in learning to really be grateful and enjoy the opportunity to be part of Guru's life, to be part of his work.</p>
<p>Human life is lethargy and resistance, always resistance. We always do the easiest thing, and then we get no joy. But when we let go, when we really surrender—not in a passive way but in a very dynamic and positive way—when we surrender, especially to Guru and his work, then we get real joy.</p>
<p>It was so much fun to be part of a team like that working for Guru, doing something really intense, dynamic and inwardly fulfilling. It was a really big lesson for me, a very strong lesson.</p>
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<p>Just work for God,<br/>
Even if you work reluctantly.<br/>
Eventually your sincerity will pinch you<br/>
And compel you to work for God<br/>
Soulfully and devotedly.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_legiay2" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 96, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_legiay2">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_legiay2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_legiay2">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-9562">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 96, Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/powerful-lesson-overcoming-lethargy-and-resistance">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Two stories from Sri Chinmoy&#039;s statue in Seattle</h2>
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<p><em>Sunday, August 1st, 2021:</em> <strong>My Two Little Friends and I Get to Meet Again</strong></p>
<p>    For many months last year and the year before, I had two young helpers with our watering of the beautiful garden at Guru’s statue. They were 3-year-old Oscar and 6-year-old Oliver – two very cute and very smart children of the lovely couple in the houseboat located just as I enter the locked gate where 7 or 8 beautiful house-boats are moored. At the end are a water spigot and long hose leading to our statue that the house-boat owners kindly allow us to use!</p>
<p>    The children, specially Oscar, would always be so happy whenever I came. It was the time of lockdown and they had not been with friends their age for months. Most times I would come by, I would hear Oscar scream, “My friend! My friend is here!” with unbridled joy. Both the boys would walk with me after we turned on the water to greet Guru and water our beautiful flowers.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/agraha/seattle-statue-peace-run.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />    Oscar would always want to help me. One day he brought a cute little hand-shovel, so I gave him a task to help smooth out some of the very uneven ground so all visitors would be safe. He was so happy to help out!</p>
<p>    About a year ago the family moved to Renton to a much larger house for the space and so the children could be near other children their age. It was a little sad to say goodbye for me and for them.</p>
<p>    On Sunday afternoon I got a message from the boys’ Mom saying they were all coming by Sunday evening because they had new renters and wanted to be sure everything was all set. Could I come?</p>
<p>    Just after I arrived on my bike, Oscar and Oliver arrived with their grandparents – and we were all thrilled to see each other. They asked me to come in and showed me all around the house-boat, specially the beautiful deck at the very top. Oscar just wanted to talk and talk with me and share all he had been doing.</p>
<p>    Before I left, their Mom came out to their entrance to say a few words privately to me. She thanked me like only a kind and loving mother can. She said that during the entire pandemic time while they were living in the houseboat, Oscar told his mom that he had only two really good friends – me and Guru!</p>
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<p>Heavenly friends<br/>
Lead us, guide us<br/>
And<br/>
Connect us with God,<br/>
The only real Friend.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_w8jtu4k" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 8, #7808, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_w8jtu4k">1</a></p>
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<em>Monday, August 2nd, 2021:</em> <strong>Richard the Philosopher</strong></p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/agraha/seattle-statue-2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Tonight at Guru’s statue I saw an older white-haired man named Richard whom I had seen there once before.</p>
<p>He said to me, “I love coming here. I just like to reach out and feel the Spirit of Sri Chinmoy. This is a place of peace in a siren-filled world.</p>
<p>“Sri Chinmoy represents to me something that also the Christ did. The way I envision Sri Chinmoy is that he has a very, very special life, and he came only for one reason: To be more than just himself. To be for the entire world.”</p>
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<p>He met his long-forgotten Friend,<br/>
God,<br/>
Deep in the embrace of Peace.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_0mkkque" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 65, #6472, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote2_0mkkque">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_w8jtu4k"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_w8jtu4k">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-7808">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 8, #7808, Agni Press, 1998</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_0mkkque"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_0mkkque">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-6472">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 65, #6472, Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/two-stories-sri-chinmoys-statue-seattle">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>You are inside the Golden Boat</h2>
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<p>Then I heard that she had to leave the path and it was such a shock for me. I was crying and crying and I thought if such a divine person cannot manage to stay on the path, how can I manage?</p>
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<p>It was the last day of my visit to New York; I didn't want to go home from New York right away, I was afraid that something could happen. I also didn't want people to see me crying, so I went outside the court at Aspiration-Ground. I was somewhere under a tree, and I thought, “Oh, in one hour I have to leave to go to the airport. When will I ever be able to breathe the pure air here at Aspiration-Ground? Will I ever see Guru again?” Very dramatic! </p>
<p>Then a miracle happened. Guru suddenly—an utter miracle—went out of the court. Ranjana drove the car back to pick up Guru. Everybody else was still inside the court. Guru came out and they went up the hill. There I was, hidden under a tree. nobody could see me. I saw that the car was going up, you know, and thought maybe it was last time I would see Guru in his car driving up the hill. I was just sobbing tears as the car went up. But then he drove back again up to where I was standing.</p>

<p>Guru turned down the window and he just went like this, like I should enter the car. I was not a person who was outwardly lucky to be close enough to Guru to ever be in this car. So, I entered Guru's car and I was 20 centimeters from Guru's head. I couldn't believe it! Guru didn't say a word, and the car drove to his house with me.</p>
<p>Then Guru asked, “When are you leaving?” I said, “In one hour.” Guru went inside, and I followed Guru into the house. and then Guru, I was in the porch, which is Guru's first entrance into the house, standing there. Guru went right into the house. I was just waiting there and crying, not any more because I had to leave Guru, but just because I was in bliss, in Heaven. I couldn't believe I was in Guru's house. it was just so overwhelming.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy often described this spiritual path as the 'Golden Boat'; this 1976 painting of the Golden Boat is the flag of the Sri Chinmoy Centre</figcaption>
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<p>Then Guru came back and with a golden boat. It had a little picture of Guru and a watch. It’s actually a watch but it’s in the form of a golden boat. Guru said, “Do you see? This is my picture.” He showed me his picture on the watch and said, “And you are inside the Golden Boat.”</p>
<p>In a way, he was saying, “I will always take care of you, I will always carry you to the Golden Shore in the Golden Boat.” He didn't speak more. I was just crying so much. I remember this was the only time Guru ever touched me. With his finger he just tapped here on the third eye, two times. I felt like my problem was in the mind, and Guru solved it all. That was very special to me.</p>
<p>I remember Guru also said, “Who else is flying back with you?”  I said, “We are fifteen disciples on the same flight.” So, Guru went back into the house, and he brought prasad for all of us.</p>
<p>Then I went to the flight. I didn't dare to tell anybody that I had been in Guru's car and Guru's house. I had this beautiful Boat and now I even had prasad.</p>
<p>Kailash was in the airplane and all these great disciples. And I had prasad. So, I just made something up. I didn't tell anybody. I got somebody to pass the prasad to everybody.</p>
<p>I think it was very important for me. I didn't care if anything went wrong in my life, about money, about friends, about anything. I only knew I wanted to stay always with Guru through all my lives, but especially through this life, when I am conscious of Guru. So, with this Golden Boat he helped me very much.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-are-inside-golden-boat">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;You two have been friends for many hundreds of years&#039;</h2>
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<p>It was interesting. With meditation, sometimes your soul&#39;s memory of the past would give you little glimpses into forgotten times. One example of that: Many years ago I had a friend who lived far away, but every time I saw him, once a year, sometimes twice a year, I always had this feeling &lsquo;I know you from somewhere&rsquo;. My mind had no idea where or when. But the feeling of recognition was very strong in my heart.</p>
<p>One year on my friend&rsquo;s birthday, Guru called him down and was meditating upon him. Then Guru looked across at me and he said, &ldquo;You two have been friends for many hundreds of years.&rdquo; It confirmed what my heart or my soul had told me: This person is someone I knew from another life from another time.</p>
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<p>Today<br/>
My heart is blessed with a new friend:<br/>
God&#39;s Compassion-Eye;<br/>
My mind is blessed with a new friend:<br/>
God&#39;s Forgiveness-Heart;<br/>
And my life is blessed with a new friend:<br/>
God&#39;s Wisdom-Whisper.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_f1gkdy0" title="Today,&nbsp;December 6, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_f1gkdy0">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_f1gkdy0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_f1gkdy0">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/tdy-341">Today</a>,&nbsp;December 6, Agni Press, 1996</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-two-have-been-friends-many-hundreds-years">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru&#039;s love and encouragement to children growing up on the Path</h2>
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<p>Growing up on the path was very interesting. Guru is so sweet and so compassionate and kind. He would always ask me and my brother, and I'm sure the other children, to write him letters. He always wanted us to write to him. I used to write poetry, and he praised my poetry. He said, "Send me more poems, more poems." Guru was very, very warm and very encouraging and full of love and affection to us as children growing up.</p>
<p>Guru's philosophy for all his disciples—Guru would always tell us, his children, "Give me everything, all your unhappiness, your suffering, any problems you have." Guru really encouraged us to be open and to offer it to Guru, to literally write it to him and offer it.</p>
<p>I noticed as a child growing up, it was easy in the beginning. But then at a certain age, 12, 13, you become more ashamed of your difficulties you're going through in life and all the problems. Less and less my brother and I would write to Guru. But Guru would always say, "Please, please, just offer it to me."</p>
<p>This is the amazing thing: To have a Guru, a Master like Guru who can take all of these things. He just wants you to give it all and to be open. It's something that took me quite a few years to learn again, how to do that when I was older, to just give everything to Guru and just to surrender it and not be ashamed, guilty or awkward, but just to offer everything to Guru and allow him to transform you.</p>
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<p>God does not open Our mind-letters.<br/>
He opens only our heart-letters<br/>
— Immediately.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_bir264z" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 21, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_bir264z">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_bir264z"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_bir264z">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-20192">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 21, Agni Press, 2001</li>
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<h2>Une destruction du monde ? Jamais ! Impossible !</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Ce livre est le fruit d&rsquo;une remarquable interview de Sri Chinmoy par le Révérend Don Antonio Tarzia, Directeur de la Maison d&rsquo;Édition italienne Edizione Paoline. Profondément intéressé par Sri Chinmoy après avoir vu un extrait filmé de son entrevue avec le Pape Jean-Paul II, Don Tarzia décida de produire un ouvrage unique sur la sagesse spirituelle du maître qui serait accessible à un large public, tout en demeurant imprégné de la profondeur et de la luminosité qui caractérisent ses écrits depuis des décennies. Les sujets abordés couvrent un vaste champ et sont émaillés de rares éléments autobiographiques et d&rsquo;anecdotes personnelles qui servent à dévoiler certains mystères complexes. Certaines des questions concernent les idéologies religieuses traditionnelles, que la vision très ouverte de Sri Chinmoy aborde d&rsquo;une manière nouvelle et profonde.</p></div></div>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meets with former Canadian Prime Minister, Jean Chrétien, 2004</figcaption>
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<p>One story came to my mind. We were in Canada, and Guru wanted to meet and then lift the previous Prime Minister. Jean Chrétien was his name.</p>
<p>Mr. Chrétien had agreed to the meeting, but not to the lifting. Guru was going to meet him in this little anteroom of his law practice. So I went there for this meeting, As soon as we went in there, his secretary says to me, “Oh, no filming.”  So, when Guru arrived, I told Guru this and Guru said to me, “You ask the Prime Minister.”</p>
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<p>Well, I mean, if Guru says you have to do it, you have to do it. But I was thinking, “How is this going to happen?” Because normally the Prime Minister would come in, and it would all happen very quickly, and I would miss everything.</p>

<p>Guru wanted to show him a video of all the famous people Guru has met, and I had it on a little portable player. I thought, “Well, this is my chance. When I put the player in front of him, this will be my chance to ask him.”</p>
<p>And that's what happened. I handed him the video, past one of his assistants, and he said, “Oh, this is very interesting.” I said, “Oh yes, and could I just film a little of you?” He said, “Oh fine, fine.”</p>
<p>So, I started filming, and his secretary walked in. She couldn’t believe that I was filming. She walked over to me and said, “I told you no filming.” I said, “Oh no, no, it's fine. I asked the Prime Minister, and he says, I can.” She couldn't believe that we'd gone around her, and she stood staring at me saying, “Ah, ah, are you sure?”</p>
<p>Then during that meeting, Guru kept asking the Prime Minister, “Are you sure you don't want to be lifted? You could be lifted.” Eventually Chrétien just said, “Yes, I'll be lifted.”  </p>
<p>So, the boys had already got the message to take down the lifting equipment, that it wasn't happening. They were driving away to the Canadian parliament building where Guru was going to have a concert.</p>
<p>Suddenly they got the call: “Come back, come back immediately! The Prime Minister's coming downstairs now.” So, they turned the van round in the middle of the road and drove back like crazy and were unloading it as fast as possible to get it done in time. They said they had never set it up so quickly. It was almost ready by the time he came out, which was perfect.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy lifting the Prime Minister. In his lifetime, Sri Chinmoy honoured over 8,000 individuals for their service to mankind by lifting them overhead, physically and spiritually.</figcaption>
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<p>So Guru got these two things that were of great importance to him: He wished for the meeting to be filmed and he wished to lift the previous Prime Minister. Against all the odds, it worked!</p>
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<p>Determination<br/>
Can challenge impossibility<br/>
And offer victory<br/>
To the Lord Supreme.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_laumr4e" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 27, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_laumr4e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_laumr4e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_laumr4e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-26522">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 27, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-ask-prime-minister">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>What should I do for work?</h2>
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<p>When I was going to graduate from high school, I was approximately 16 or 17 years old. I had just come to the Centre, and I asked Guru what I should do when I finished high school. After he asked me a few questions about the things that I enjoy doing—which at the time was just art and writing—he encouraged me to study journalism because he felt that it would be very useful to his mission if someone could write for the media.</p>
<p>And so that's what I did. I studied journalism and public relations. I was hired by the university when I graduated. I worked for about eight years in that field, doing photography and journalism within a university.</p>
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<figcaption>The Aum Press in the Puerto Rico Sri Chinmoy Centre published many of Sri Chinmoy's books in the early 1970's</figcaption>
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<p>Of course that was a long time ago, and since then over the years, I have done various things. I worked in the printing industry because in the Puerto Rico Centre we used to print Guru’s books. It was from years of printing Guru's writings that I learned all about that world of printing presses. Eventually I was able to also work in the outside world in that kind of thing.</p>
<p>I must say that we were so fortunate to be able to have Guru physically there to tell us and guide us outwardly as well as inwardly of what we should be doing in our life. That's a supreme blessing.</p>

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<figcaption>Banshidhar recieves prasad (a blessed food-offering) from Sri Chinmoy, 1977</figcaption>
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<p>About this subject of when we are at a place in our life when we want to know what we should do next or what kind of work we should do, Guru has given some very specific advice about this. First of all, Guru has said that before we do anything we should always meditate and ask for inner guidance and supreme guidance. But he also said that if you want to make a decision in a field that you are going to have work in, simply imagine yourself doing that thing and observe how much joy you get from it. In that situation you would use your heart to choose that which gives you the most joy. That is Guru’s advice as far as what to do next in one's life. That is very good guidance.</p>
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<p><em>Your Master's inner guidance</em></p>
<p>Whether you are meditating<br/>
In your Master’s physical presence<br/>
Or somewhere else is unimportant.<br/>
No matter where you are,<br/>
If you think of your Master<br/>
And meditate soulfully,<br/>
You are bound to get his inner guidance.<br/>
And this inner guidance,<br/>
Which is his inner oneness with you,<br/>
Will last forever and forever.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6epq9zu" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 57, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_6epq9zu">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6epq9zu"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6epq9zu">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-5606">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 57, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/what-should-i-do-work">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A very deep experience at my Master&#039;s physical departure</h2>
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<p>I had a very deep experience during Guru's funeral in New York. He departed on October 11, 2007. There was one week of celebration before he would be buried. I couldn't go because I had at least three weekend shifts at a hospital, so I had to surrender.</p>
<p>I said, "O my God, I would like to go. It's not possible. Not possible."  It would be too difficult to change because it's on the weekend and people don't want to work on the weekends, but inwardly I really felt I should go. There was some kind of force telling me inside, "You should go, you should go, you should go!”</p>
<p>So I took the risk to ask some colleagues. Spontaneously, two nurses agreed to replace me, in addition to doing their own shifts. And so I could go and spend almost one week in New York.</p>
<p>It was a really, really, really deep experience. Of course, everybody was so sad. I really felt that I was helped to be able to go. It was something very special. After Guru was buried, we really felt Guru's consciousness, Guru's love, Guru's oneness and Guru's light spreading, spreading in all the disciples. We felt some kind of joy meeting all together. It was a little bit strange. We were sad, but also we felt some inner light as if Guru's light had split in every disciple. You could see people talking to each other. You could feel the love between all the disciples and you could speak to people that you didn't usually speak to. It really felt like a family feeling; family oneness and love. And all of this came from Guru. He was giving this to all of us. It was a very deep experience.</p>

<p>I also had a moving experience there in New York because in July, before Guru left the body, he was still doing very impressive lifts. In one of his last lifts, he lifted a horse, a very special horse. It weighed almost 2000 kilograms. It was a Belgian breed horse, very strong. It was the tallest horse in the world and its name was Radar.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy lifts Radar, the world’s tallest horse, 6’7½” high (from the ground to back) and handler weighing 2,750 lbs., in Stanfordville, New York on 29 June, 2007</figcaption>
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<p>At this time, I was working with the media team in France. I desperately tried to get an article about this lift in the newspaper.  I was unsuccessful, except for one Belgian magazine. They were interested because it was a Belgian breed horse.  They printed the article, and I was so happy to send this article to Guru.  </p>
<p>A few days later, Nishtha, much involved in the media world and very near to Guru, called me and said, "Oh, Guru was so happy, so happy!"  Then she also said something I didn't hear which I couldn't understand.</p>
<p>When I went to the funeral in October, at one point I was seated very near Nishtha. I dared to ask her, "By the way, I'm sorry to ask you this now, but what did Guru say when he received the article?" She said he was so happy. He said, "He did it, he did it!"</p>
<p>I was so moved because these were the last words Guru said to me just two months before. I went to a corner of the Aspiration-Ground and I was almost crying. I was so moved and it was a very, very sweet experience.</p>
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<p>Your self-giving heart<br/>
Is sweet,<br/>
Extremely sweet,<br/>
Breathlessly sweet to God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_l14dobu" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 182, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_l14dobu">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_l14dobu"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_l14dobu">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-18162">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 182, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/very-deep-experience-my-masters-physical-departure">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru saves me from my old life</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>The first time I went to the Sri Chinmoy Centre (which used to be known as the Aum Centre) in Miramar, Puerto Rico, was in June of 1968. I went continuously for about 3 months, but at that time I considered myself to be a disciple of another spiritual Master. After some time, I felt that I was being unfaithful to that Master, so I stopped coming to the Centre. A few months later, I also stopped coming to that other guru's group, to devote myself to the "hippie path".</p>
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<p>I started to have dreams about this young Indian man. They were very, very intense dreams. The man would appear, look at me, smile, and disappear. He was so powerful and so intense that it would completely dominate the entire night. It would happen every night, every night, every night, every night. If it didn’t happen, I would wake up desperately looking for him. I had no idea who he was.</p>
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<p>After some time, I stopped dreaming about him and started to see him. At any moment for no reason, he would appear, look at me, smile, and disappear. For example, if I were riding on a bus and I would be sitting looking out the window, at some corner he would be standing.  He would look straight at me, smile at me and disappear. I would be walking, a bus would be coming, and there he would be with his head out the window looking at me and smiling as the bus drove away. I used to call him my friend. It was so special.</p>
<p>Then it got better. I would be talking to a group of friends. How can I explain it? Some friend would be sitting in front of me, and then the Indian friend would come, look at me, smile and poof! go. I was convinced I was crazy.</p>
<p>My friends and I organised a big rock festival in the capital city San Juan. The idea of the festival was to spread LSD to all the kids there. There was a group of us who were serving as the guards so that nobody would do something stupid or hurt himself or herself.</p>
<p>I don’t know how it happened, but there was a girl at the festival who had a small picture with her, and she somehow managed to gather around her a group of about 50 kids. She was standing in the middle of the circle of all these young people. She took her picture and she said, “This is my Guru, Sri Chinmoy. He is currently in Japan. He’s coming to Puerto Rico in December and is looking for young disciples.”</p>
<p>This was in September of 1969. I looked at the picture, but I did not remember at all that I had seen it before. For me, this was the first time I saw it. When I looked at it, I thought, “Finally I was going to meet my eternal friend whom I have not seen in hundreds of years.”</p>
<p>Also, whatever he was smoking, whatever he was taking, whatever drug he was on, I wanted it because I wanted to be that God-intoxicated. I wanted my eyes to look like his eyes. I wanted to be God-drugged. I wanted to be him.</p>
<p>Then the girl gave me the address of the place. I did not remember that I knew that address. I had a friend who was my closest friend and we both went together to that address.</p>
<p>When we were getting close to the building, I remembered that I had been there exactly a year before. I told my friend, because he knew everything about the dreams, he knew everything about the girl. So I told him, “This is the place that I came last year. This is the place where that girl brought me. That Indian friend, he’s my Guru. This is him. The man in the photograph is the man in my dreams.”</p>
<p>My friend said, “He is also my Guru.”</p>
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<p>Our first meeting with him was on a bright Sunday morning. We started to meditate with Guru. We were all blown away. We went upstairs and we sat to meditate. At the end of the meditation, the same lady as before, the Centre leader at the time, came to me and said to me, “My son, my son, I knew that you would come back.”</p>
<p>Guru asked all of us, the new people, the seekers, to stand up one at a time and tell him our name, our age, and what we did for a living.</p>
<p>I was in trouble. I was in big trouble!</p>
<p>My western name is Jose Padilla. I’m telling myself, “My name is Jose Padilla, I am nineteen years old and I am a drug dealer.”</p>
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<p>I was shocked when I heard that thought. I never had that thought in my mind. That’s what I did. I sold drugs. But I never thought of it, it never hit me that that’s what I did. How am I going to say that? How am I going to say that I am a drug dealer? I could not lie to him. He would know if I was lying. He knows everything. How am I going to lie?</p>
<p>It was getting closer to me. The sound of the mind is getting louder and louder. My turn comes and I stand up. I am swimming in sweat—completely wet from head to toe, completely wet.</p>
<p>Before I open my mouth to speak, Guru says, “Very happy. You have me here, you have me here, you have me here! (<em>Guru was pointing towards his own heart - I was wearing a laminated Transcendental photograph around my neck, so that the picture actually fell over my heart chakra</em>.) Your Guru Yogananda brought you to me. I have been calling you for a year. Your Guru Yogananda brought you to me.”</p>
<p>So Guru saved me. I did not have to say my name, I did not have to say my age, I did not have to say what I did for a living. He completely saved me.</p>
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<p><em>Illumination</em></p>
<p>Love the Truth. <br/>
This is human illumination.<br/>
Become the Truth. <br/>
This is divine illumination.<br/>
You are the Truth. <br/>
This is the supreme Illumination.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_pdpc2sy" title="I need this book, Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote1_pdpc2sy">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_pdpc2sy"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_pdpc2sy">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ntb-29">I need this book</a>, Agni Press, 1992</li>
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<h2>How our mountain-climbing adventures began</h2>
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<p>I swam the English Channel swim in 1988. In 1989 we went to a mountain in Argentina called Aconcagua, which is one of the biggest mountains outside of the Himalayas. That started 18 years of high-altitude climbing. For 18 years, I went mountaineering on different places around the world: Alaska, Bolivia, Peru, Kyrgyzstan, Nepal and Tibet.</p>
<p>Basically, we worked our way up to climbing bigger and bigger mountains. We would always send a message to Guru through Ashrita about what we wanted to do to find out whether Guru would stand behind it, whether Guru thought it was a good idea or not.</p>
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<p>Guru had a system of response that went from “Very good, very good”—that was a good one—to “Let him or let them.” If Guru said that… then that was Guru’s worst response. Guru probably didn't want to tell us too directly and “uninspire” us, but if Guru said “Let him,” that would mean that we would pretty much be on our own. That's how we took it anyway.</p>

<p>But in fact, one time some other disciples wanted to do a very difficult climb in the Himalayan Pakistan, and Guru said, “If they go there, they'll die.”</p>
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<p>One of our favourite places to go climbing—and Guru would always approve of it—was Peru. It became our home away from home. There's a town called Huaraz up in the high plains of Peru. We went there 13 different times to climb various peaks.</p>
<p>So up on top of a mountain like that, the ground is absolutely hard. It's totally solid ice, and our tradition was to bury a transcendental photograph on every mountain that we climbed—which is several dozen big mountains. We left photographs, transcendental photographs of Guru sealed in containers on top of all these mountains in places that we thought would never be disturbed.</p>
<p>On this particular mountain, we were searching around, but there was absolutely nowhere to hide anything. We finally examined this crack and pounded ice axes down in there as far as we could go—maybe about two feet—and we managed to put a film in there. This is back in the days of film photos. We had a film container with Guru’s transcendental. Guru used to bless the transcendentals and we would get them directly from Guru before we went. So, we taped up this container and put it down into the ice and covered it up.</p>
<p>These climbs take a lot of money, so the process of climbing is just part of it. I think I spent twelve thousand dollars on that particular climb. And the only reason I say that is because Guru would have to guide me to find work and the means of getting the money together and the training before the climb could even happen.</p>
<p>As I said, we did this for 18 years, so as we kind of climbed up the ladder of difficulty, we got into some pretty hard technical climbing. We wanted to keep going, and I had to keep asking Guru if I could do these harder and harder events.</p>
<p>So my understanding after many years is that in all manifestation projects, the very foremost thing is harmony. We're showing the world how to be harmonious. I read something recently where Guru said that it would be better not to do a thing rather than doing it with disharmony. So Guru really valued harmony, absolute harmony, when we were doing manifestation.</p>
<p>For instance, in the climbing world, sometimes when we would actually see the mountain that we’re proposing to climb, some people would get inspired, some people would get scared. People would not necessarily want to admit what they were feeling, and Guru really expected us to respect and honor everybody's position on that and try to go forward in a meditative way.</p>
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<p>I climb up<br/>
When I am in perfect harmony<br/>
With the world.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_4cjpsny" title="I climb up, I fall down, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_4cjpsny">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_4cjpsny"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_4cjpsny">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/cuf-35">I climb up, I fall down</a>, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/our-mountain-climbing-ventures-begin">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Meditation gets me my first job</h2>
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<p><em>Previously, Abarita had been living in the Swiss mountains, away from human contact.</em></p>
<p>So the day came when I finished taking the potatoes out of the frozen earth. I made a few trips down to the village and took the post car to the city and from there, the train to Zurich. In Zurich I was back in civilisation, and it was a very strange experience.</p>
<p>In the mountains, I had started every day at 5:00 in the evening to practice japa yoga together with breathing. I had very, very strong experiences from the exercise of chanting from five hundred to twelve hundred and back to five hundred and so on, making a curve. After about half a year, it became so strong that every thought that I had was very loud. When I was with people, I thought they could hear my thoughts because they were so loud. But of course, they couldn&#39;t hear. I had to get used to being with people again and being a social being.</p>
<p>I had stopped being interested in anything in the outer world because everything in my first year of meditation turned inward. I had really deep inner experiences. I was not interested in anything in the outer world. Now I was back within, and I was asking Guru to please show me what I should do. I would not go and work anywhere or do anything unless I was sure that it was what Guru wanted. Nothing happened. My meditation was fine, but there was no kind of indication what I should do.</p>
<p>Maybe after six or eight weeks, in my evening meditation, there was a very clear, nice, woman&#39;s voice that said, &ldquo;Tomorrow you will find your job in the newspaper.&rdquo; After my morning meditation, I hurried to a kiosk, bought the newspaper, ran back to my kitchen and opened it. There it was. It said Advertising and Sales manager for an art magazine.</p>
<p>So, I applied and they immediately accepted me. I now had a job and I was learning everything about magazines, printing books, publishing, because this was a big printing house. I had a nice office and a secretary and piles of complaints against previous managers in English and German and French. I had to create order for this whole business, which was in complete chaos.</p>
<p>I went there dressed up in my suit and tie. At lunchtime, when the others were eating, I would open a book and pretend I was reading. But I was actually trying to meditate.</p>
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<p>God compassionately corrects<br/>
My outer life.<br/>
God proudly directs<br/>
My inner life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_h380an2" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 5,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_h380an2">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_h380an2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_h380an2">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-4967">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 5,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation-gets-me-my-first-job">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I rely on my inner beings</h2>
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<p><em>As part of his videographer duties, Mridanga would set up automatic cameras in Sri Chinmoy's house, so he could film himself weightlifting when no-one else was around.</em></p>
<p>This story is about Guru's video cameras upstairs, particularly earlier on. The cameras got a little simpler later on, but particularly in the late 1980’s, it was quite a complex situation to turn them on in Guru's house.</p>
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<p>For example, Guru would have to turn on the power. I had rigged a switch so all the power would turn on to the cameras. Then he had to turn a dial and press a button. And then he had to crouch right down and twist a dial to turn the camera on. There were many things that could go wrong, many things. In all probability, during the 10 or 11 years that I'd set up cameras all around Guru's house, I only remember twice that there were problems, which is nothing.</p>
<p>I asked Guru once, “This is quite complicated. Is it ever a problem for you?” Because, you know, Guru was in trance often when he was turning the cameras on.</p>
<p>Guru said, “Oh, no, no, I rely on my inner beings. They just tell me what to do.”</p>
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<p><em>I Always Win</em></p>
<p>Indeed, this is a challenging world.<br/>
But I always win.<br/>
How and why?<br/>
I win because God’s Compassion-Light<br/>
Inspires my inner life<br/>
And<br/>
Directs my outer life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gdkyplk" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 15, Agni Press, 1981" href="#footnote1_gdkyplk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gdkyplk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gdkyplk">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-1469">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 15</a>, Agni Press, 1981</li>
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<h2>My first meditation in the Sri Chinmoy Centre</h2>
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<p>I was kind of a shy boy, young boy, in those days. It took me maybe a few weeks to get enough courage to go ahead and decide to go to the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Puerto Rico. I'll never forget when it happened. It was my birthday, and I was sitting at the dinner table with my family. I was living with my parents at the time. I was still in high school. I was sitting there having my meal, and from deep inside of me came this affirmation, out of the blue: “I am going to the Centre this week.”</p>
<p>So, I went. The first time I went to meditation, it was Wednesday evening. It was on the second floor in a small apartment, in a very humble area in Puerto Rico. There were between 20 and 30 people in this small meditation apartment.</p>
<p>Now, Guru was not physically there, but when I went in, I was clutching one of those yoga books. It was like my security blanket. I remember we waited in a separate room while they were preparing the meditation room. I was asking one of the older disciples—his name is Ananta and he passed away some years ago—if he thought it was good. He said, “Oh, yes, it’s very good.” They were very sweet. There was a vibration, an atmosphere there that was extremely powerful but also very peaceful. My heart was pounding with excitement.</p>
<p>So, the time came, and they called us into the meditation room, a very small room. In those days they would turn off all the lights and there would just be candles, with the candles on Guru’s chair in the front where Guru would sit when he visited, and candles and different shrines around. So, we were inside this real temple, there was a very sacred, very mystical, very, very inspiring feeling.</p>

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<p>Sudha was the Centre leader. She was an extremely close disciple to Guru. She was at the time an older woman. She looked like Indira Gandhi—if you ever saw a picture of Indira Gandhi. Sudha had Indian features, although she was a Puerto Rican woman. And many years later, I heard Guru had said that she was his daughter in a previous life.</p>
<p>Sudha started the meditation. She sat on the floor next to Guru’s throne, facing us on the side very humbly, and she read one of Guru’s aphorisms. We chanted and then we all went into silent meditation. But because this was my first time, all I knew about how to meditate was to do some breathing exercises, some pranayama. So, I started doing that. Sudha mentioned that we should look at Guru’s Transcendental photograph because she saw that a few of us were new. So, I started looking at Guru’s photograph and breathing in his breath.</p>
<p>It only took a few minutes for me to calm down, and then such a tremendous force, just a tremendous light came down. I could feel it come down in the room and lift me up.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/banshidhar/earth.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Actually I felt like it was shooting me up. I felt like a rocket going up into the sky, and I could see the earth like a ball, like you see in some of those photographs taken from outer space of Earth, the green ball. I could see it going away as I was going up. This tremendous force was pulling me from the top of my head, yanking me up.</p>
<p>While that was happening, there were absolutely no thoughts in my mind. I mean, the force was so overwhelming that it completely lacked any possibility of thought. I was just flying upward and completely under the spell of this tremendous power.</p>
<p>I just wanted to keep going. It was so wonderful, so blissful. It was just an incredible experience! But it came to a point where I felt like I had stopped. I was frozen way out there someplace. I kept wanting to go on. But now that I look back, it was like my own fears or my own ignorance or limitations were preventing me. It was like I couldn't go any higher. I was stuck. But up there.<br/>
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Eventually, at some point, I could hear them chanting AUM.  So, I sort of started floating back down into my body. When I finally came to and opened my eyes, I was a little disoriented. But I was absolutely certain, without any trace of doubt, that this was where I belonged.</p>
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<p>Meditate, meditate, meditate<br/>
Soulfully, sleeplessly and self-givingly,<br/>
For meditation is nothing other than<br/>
Our supreme ignorance-shattering vision.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_tz41bx8" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 239, Agni Press, 1997" href="#footnote1_tz41bx8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_tz41bx8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_tz41bx8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-23822">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 239, Agni Press, 1997</li>
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<p>I had some other experiences with Guru—twice for my birthday. Guru used to celebrate birthdays, mainly for the close disciples, the inner circle of people very close to him—usually not for people like me. I was not well known on the path.</p>
<p>The first time was during the New York City Marathon. Guru was friends with Fred Lebow, one of the founders of the New York City Marathon. We ran this marathon until the year 2000. Disciples used to meet in New York in November for this race. This is also the time of my birthday. I was born on the 6th of November.</p>
<p>There was a kind of celebration at this time and Guru was teaching some songs in the morning. I was seated in the benches beside another French disciple. Guru called the good singers to go down to start learning the songs. I am a good singer, but when Guru teaches songs, you have to write down the words, and sometimes it is difficult to catch the words and then to memorise them. I didn't want to go down. I hesitated to go down and stayed in my seat. But my friend beside me said, "No, no, it is your birthday today. You have to go down. You have to go down and at least participate."</p>

<p>Finally, I went down and joined the group of boys and girls. I was in the middle of the group. We started to write down the song that Guru was teaching us. At one point Guru stopped the practice and asked people to divide themselves, to move to each side. I stayed alone in the middle. He called me to go near him, and I knew that he wanted to meditate on me for my birthday. I don't know how he knew that it was my birthday. It is true that he has a link with everybody's soul. Usually he doesn't call people like me just for the birthday.</p>
<p>During the meditation, I saw some light around Guru's head like an aura, a blue aura. It was the first and only time I saw this blue light around Guru, only around his head. He gave me this experience.</p>
<p>Every time you meditate alone in front of Guru, you really feel his love. You cannot express this love. Nobody can love you like him. It's so strong!</p>
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<p>The second time was also for my birthday in November, and I was there again for the New York City Marathon. There was a function in the evening, and because it was my birthday, I offered Guru a bouquet of flowers from Kanan's shop, along with a small card. In the card, I said a few words like, “I am all yours.”</p>
<p>During the intermission, a guard asked me to go to Guru. I was surprised. When I went up to Guru, he gave me back the small card that I had given him with the bouquet. The bouquet was on the small table beside him. He gave me back the card but he didn't release it. I kept holding the card too, as he was meditating on me. This was my best experience of feeling Guru's love— so deep, and so much compassion. In the small card, he added his own words, words like blessing, love, joy. He gave me back the small card but he had added his own words... It was a special gift.</p>
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<p>My aspiration-heart<br/>
Is indeed a gift from God.<br/>
My dedication-life<br/>
Is indeed my gift to God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_fpgq0pm" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 128, Agni Press, 1990" href="#footnote1_fpgq0pm">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_fpgq0pm"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_fpgq0pm">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-12756">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 128, Agni Press, 1990</li>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy performs on the world&#039;s largest organ</h2>
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<p>Guru always wanted to play at the Sydney Opera House. For Guru, there was something very magical about that building. Guru liked the building very, very much. Guru said whenever he hears the name Sydney, he thinks of the Opera House. We knew that Guru would love to play the organ, so we got permission somehow, I don't know how. It was a miracle that we got permission for Guru to play the organ.</p>
<p>There were about maybe one hundred disciples. It was not for the public. It was only for some disciples. Also, it was being recorded by the national radio. The gentleman who would show Guru the organ was a very famous organ player himself. It was arranged that he would also interview Guru for the radio program. Guru was very excited about playing this organ. It is the largest mechanical action organ in the world. It has ten thousand pipes.</p>
<p>There were many forces coming together. There was the building itself that Guru loved so much, then there was the organ, which was so special, and the occasion. Guru flew especially to Sydney from Melbourne just to play this organ.</p>

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<p>Now, the organ itself with all the pipes is positioned high above the auditorium. So, if you are sitting in the audience, you're looking up almost to the sky to see the organ. The person who is playing the organ, to access, to get to the organ, has to climb up a series of staircases, spiral staircase and ladders to get up to where the organ is.</p>
<p>So, three of us climbed up the stairs. There was Guru, there was David Rumsey, the gentleman who would interview Guru and would show Guru the organ, and myself. As we climbed the stairs, it was like entering into another realm. There was a real sense of something momentous and a real adventure. Something special was about to happen.</p>
<p>When you get to the top of all these stairs, you then have to walk through the body of the organ to reach the place where you sit down and play on the keyboards. There is only one way to get there: You have to walk through all of these ten thousand pipes all around you.</p>
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<p>So, then Guru sat at the organ and David Rumsey showed Guru all about the organ and where you can find the bells, where you can find the flutes, where you can find the different ways to make the organ produce all the different sounds. Then Guru was ready to play. Guru leaned over to me and whispered, “I need to be alone now to meditate.”</p>
<p>Guru needing to be alone meant that David Rumsey and I had to leave, but there was nowhere to go. You’re in this little alcove with the organ. You're 30 meters above. You cannot jump off.</p>
<p>David Rumsey knew the organ very well, so he went back through the organ and disappeared. I don't know where he went. So, I was by myself. I left where Guru was sitting at the organ and went back into the body of the organ. I knew that Guru was already meditating and I was making noise by walking, so I just stopped and sat down where I was.  </p>
<p>I was far enough away from Guru that I would not disturb his meditation, but I also did not want to make any more noise. So, I just sat down and closed my eyes, and thought, “This is where I will wait while Guru plays.”</p>
<p>There was absolute silence, and then above me and to the right there was this explosion of sound. I was sitting in the middle of all of the ten thousand pipes, and for the next 36 minutes and 14 seconds, it was like sitting inside a volcano. I could feel every one of those pipes, how thrilled they were to be the instruments, the voices to manifest this unprecedented music into the Earth's atmosphere.</p>
<p>The really large pipes were vibrating and sending this really powerful force right through my physical body. Everything was vibrating and tingling with this, just outwardly, let alone the inner thrill that accompanied the moment.</p>
<p>It was a complete tidal wave of everything that Guru embodies—all of Guru's love, all of Guru's power, all of Guru's passion for everything that he does, everything of Guru’s—he was putting into that performance. The whole organ became like an army. It was like an army of pipes. Every one of these pipes was playing its role, absolutely with such commitment and dedication to achieving this sublime goal.</p>
<p>It was an experience of three-dimensional ecstasy. Well, actually, more like four or five or six or seven-dimensional. When it was finished, David Rumsey came and sat next to Guru. He interviewed Guru for the radio immediately after the performance was finished, and this is an immortal interview. In this interview, Guru said many immortal utterances about the organ.</p>
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<p>I find spirituality in the organ, more than I find it in any other instrument. Here I see that the organ is not only the king of all the musical instruments but it is also the queen of all the instruments. It is extremely powerful and it has a very subtle, delicate touch at the same time. When you think of a king, you think of somebody who is very powerful, like a sovereign, and, when you think of a queen, there is softness and sweetness, a delicate touch. So the organ combines both God the Man and God the Woman.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>excerpt from the interview</em></p>
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<p>David Rumsey asked Guru if he was satisfied with his performance and Guru said, no, because he felt there was so much more he wanted to offer, which he could not offer. But at the same time, Guru said that there was nothing else that could have been offered, given the limitations of the instrument. So, this was the most Guru could have offered through a pipe organ on the planet Earth. Even then, it was still only a small fraction of what Guru was experiencing and what he wanted to offer. But it was still way, way, way beyond what any of us could actually receive. Many, many times for many years afterwards, Guru would always refer to this performance as his favourite of all of his pipe organ performances. The title is <em>Heart-Power-Victory</em>.</p>
<p>Then we had to walk back down all these hundreds of stairs, the spiral staircase, back down to the earth-plane. I was walking just in front of Guru, which means just below Guru on the stairs. Guru was in such a trance state that I really doubted that Guru would be able to walk himself down this spiral staircase, but he did. On the way down, Guru said that while he was playing, all the beings were coming to him from all the different inner realms and saying to Guru, begging him to play their music, from their realm. Then he would agree. He would go with beings to play with some beings from one realm, but then beings would come from another realm, and then Guru would have to go. He said the whole time he was constantly being pulled by all these different beings to all the different realms.</p>
<p>The next morning, Guru listened to about 10 minutes of the performance on the headphones and again Guru went into trance while he was listening. Guru could not believe that he had played that performance. While he was listening, Guru said, “There are 40 people playing.”</p>
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<p><em>When he plays</em></p>
<p>When he plays on Heaven-organ<br/>
Not only the cosmic gods<br/>
But also the Lord Supreme<br/>
Admires his miracle music of<br/>
Unmeasured height<br/>
And<br/>
Unplumbed depth.<br/>
<br/>
When he plays on earth-organ<br/>
No human soul sincerely dares<br/>
To appreciate the soul-breath<br/>
Of his life of<br/>
Music-flow<br/>
And<br/>
Music-glow.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_0bl3cxw" title="Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974" href="#footnote1_0bl3cxw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_0bl3cxw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_0bl3cxw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/fdp-102">Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers</a>, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974</li>
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<h2>Brought to Guru by another spiritual Master</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I was at NYU and I began doing Sufi dancing. At one point, the students that were leading the Sufi dancing said, “Our teacher is coming to give a weekend seminar. Would you like to join? His name is Pir Vilayat Khan.”</p>
<p>I felt Pir Vilayat Khan was very sincere, very spiritual, although I did not have an experience with him the way I did with Guru. But at the end of the two-day seminar, Pir Vilayat Khan said, “If any of you want to meet a real spiritual master, Sri Chinmoy is offering his annual New Year's meditation at Hunter College,” and he gave the date and time.</p>
<p>That is how I found Guru again. Some of you may recall that Pir Vilayat Khan and Guru became good friends. You may have seen a picture of Guru and Pir Vilayat Khan meditating on each other at the United Nations. Pir Vilayat Khan was very, very devoted to Guru.</p>

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<p>So, I became a disciple. I was still a student at New York University, living in an apartment in the East Village in Manhattan, in Greenwich Village. Well, I didn't become a disciple right away. I went to the meditation at Hunter College. At the end, Guru invited those who were interested in becoming disciples or learning more about his path to come up on stage. I knew by that time I was ready. I went up on stage with others and I was so proud of myself. I just went up and I was meditating.</p>
<p>The New Year’s Meditation was a powerful experience. I began attending the Saturday evening meditations for new seekers, which were then held in disciples’ apartments in Manhattan. At one of these sessions, those who wanted to become disciples were invited to have a short, private interview with Guru.</p>
<p>During my interview, I explained to Guru that, although I felt he was my spiritual teacher, I also felt much respect for Pir Vilayat Khan. With great patience, Guru told me, “You have to know who your spiritual Father is, and who your spiritual Uncle is.” Guru elaborated at length how there are many valid paths to the Goal, but how we must follow only the path meant for us. At the end of his answer, I felt a bit mischievous and, only because I knew that my all-loving Father would allow me, I piped in, “But can I still go Sufi dancing?”</p>
<p>“Fine, fine,” he said, realising that although I said I was 22, I still had the emotional make-up of a 14-year-old.</p>
<p>Once I knew that I <em>could</em> go Sufi dancing, I never had the desire to go, and I explored my new spiritual path with enthusiasm and intensity.</p>
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<p>Why do I meditate?<br/>
I meditate precisely because<br/>
My meditation proudly carries me<br/>
To the shore I seek.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_kslmd2a" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 192, #19119, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_kslmd2a">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_kslmd2a"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_kslmd2a">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-19119">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 192</a>, #19119, Agni Press, 1993</li>
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<p>I got a call on the phone from a disciple, a doctor in Vienna. He was very Austrian, very matter of fact, and he just said to me, “I'm trying to get a message to Guru that Shamita is dying.” Well, that got my attention!  </p>
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<p>He explained that Shamita, a musician who plays the cello and is a very good ultra-runner, had run an ultra-race in Austria and had collapsed.</p>
<p>So, I knew that Guru would want as many details as possible. I remember writing them down. Pratush said that her organs were shutting down, which apparently is very, very serious. The doctors thought it was just a matter of time till she died.</p>
<p>Well, of course, I knew how serious that was, so I remember I ran out of the store, just dropped everything and ran out of the store. I remember jumping on my bicycle and pedaling like crazy to Guru's house.</p>

<p>I thought it strange because normally each morning I would come to Guru's house, I would go upstairs and I would show him the video of his lifting from that morning. But that particular morning, I had not been invited. So it was very normal for me to come to Guru's house. I remember knocking on the side door and being let in. I went upstairs to see Guru. He was resting on the porch, sleeping or semi-dozing, and was being massaged by a disciple.</p>
<p>I knew normally never to disturb Guru when he was like that. We think he is resting, but he said he always would be doing enormous number of things occultly, inwardly, and we should never disturb him when he's like that. Well, it was only a few seconds. I was kneeling there before Guru. Really, it was only a few seconds. and Guru just opened his eyes and totally unperturbed said, “Is there anything?”</p>
<p>Well, I gave the message. I gave the details. and Guru literally closed his eyes for just a few moments. Then he opened them and looked at me and said, “Oh, good, you're here, you can go and get the videos from upstairs and show me my lifting.”</p>
<p>It was so interesting how your mind sort of locks, because I knew Guru had done everything in those few seconds. I mean, you feel it, mentally I knew it, but it was actually too much for me to even comprehend that, oh, Guru now wants to see his lifting? I mean your heart always knows that Guru will deal with it. But it was very interesting because one part of my mind was “Well, Guru has dealt with it,” and the other part is “Well, how is that possible?” It was just so quick and instant, and then Guru is, “Okay. that's dealt with. Now we have to do this.”  </p>
<p>Then, of course, we found out a few hours later that she had made a miraculous recovery very quickly from that moment onwards, against all medical expectation.</p>
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<p>Each divine experience<br/>
Is a miracle.<br/>
Is there anything special in life<br/>
That is not a miracle?</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wo31aju" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 14, #13624, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_wo31aju">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wo31aju"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wo31aju">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-13624">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 14</a>, #13624, Agni Press, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-shamita-dying">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Our exhibition opening night was special, as is always the case when Sri Chinmoy’s soul-birds and paintings are unveiled to the world. There were the welcoming speeches, a performance of Guru’s music by two vocal/instrumental groups, a video presentation, hot chai and snacks, mingling and befriending, a visitor’s book brimming with thoughtful and appreciative words:</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy – I salute you! Always you disappear over a far horizon where few will ever go, trailing like a comet this long blazing beauty of your achievements, your beautiful words, beautiful worlds, splashes of bright color, this feeling left in my heart. Thank you.</p>
<p><strong>Audience comment</strong></p>
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<p>Not only the paintings but the many quotations by Sri Chinmoy touched the hearts of our audience so memorably. We had sprinkled them among the three walls of paintings in large, bold type and these commentaries and insights caused much reflection and thoughtfulness.</p>

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<p>Art is the embodiment of the unfathomable dance of the soul.  </p>
<p>Art, like love, is a force of oneness with the infinite. When we create a piece of art, we are really re-creating or reflecting some beauty of the Infinite.</p>
<p>The role of art in the spiritual life is first to awaken oneself and then to awaken the sincere seekers around one.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Beautiful profundities.</p>
<p>I like very much this juxtaposition of art and aphorisms, a complicity of two ‘beautiful worlds’, each medium reinforcing and enlivening the message of the other, inviting the audience into a world of spirit and charming them with an awakening sense of their own sacred life. These birds are the beauty of your own soul, the unremembered self – can you not feel it? The paintings are reflecting that ‘beauty of the Infinite’ which is inside each one of us.</p>
<p>The wall of Guru’s bird sketches was unstructured and free, capturing a sense of bird flight, playfulness, happiness. These were laminated, block-mounted prints uninhibited by framing and glass, flowing across the wall and interacting with the audience in their accessibility. Among their joyful scattering the aphorisms catch your eye, dissolve into the mind, explanatory:</p>
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<p>My Lord, a tiny bird claims the vast sky.<br/>
Similarly, the finite in me longs to claim<br/>
Your Infinite Absolute.</p>
<p>We all want freedom and we all need freedom. The birds teach us to liberate ourselves from earth’s bondage. This teaching of the birds is indeed sublime.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>The avian images tug at your heart: the soul as a bird, ever free; feelings of liberation, joy, Godward flight; stirrings of the unremembered Self.</p>
<p>With the luxury of much space, a second wall of acrylic prints was equally unconventional, two staggered rows, eye-pleasing in their defiance of orderliness and proclaiming their unique beauty. You ponder at the titles – ‘Hope’, ‘Harmony’, ‘Compassion’, ‘Love’, ‘Forgiveness’ – and slowly come to feel how these great abstractions are the banners of our humanity, the lodestars that will always point our way home. Here at the Te Karanga gallery, these lofty works of art have captured that ‘oneness with the Infinite’ that always inspires and awakens, scatters the stardust of the Heavens to a hungry world.</p>
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<p>“Never see anything with your mind’s eye,” writes Sri Chinmoy the artist. “See everything with your heart’s eye. Then you will see that everything is beautiful.”</p>
<p>Outside in the sodden city, the perpetual rain falls, a winterscape, but in the warmth of the Jharna-Kala gallery, everything indeed is beautiful. Your heart is filled with flying birds, bright colours, images and words that lift and charm the spirit.</p>
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<p>Art is humanity’s<br/>
Ascending,<br/>
Awakening aspiration-cry.<br/>
Art is Divinity’s<br/>
Descending,<br/>
Flowering manifestation-smile.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_kxjfzp6" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 176, #17532, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_kxjfzp6">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_kxjfzp6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_kxjfzp6">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-17532">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 176, #17532, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/soul-birds-take-flight">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Three times Guru helped me snap out of it</h2>
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<p>Hello. I’m Niko and I’m in Puerto Rico at the moment, renovating the Centre with other disciples for about a month now. I’m going to tell a nice story. I call this story, “Three times Guru helped me snap out of it.”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sicily.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Here’s the first time. It was on my very first Christmas Trip in Sicily. For whatever reason, I was having a bad evening. I said, “I’m not going to the evening function. I’m going to go to bed and sleep early.”</p>
<p>For whatever reason, I was just having a hard time. Then I remembered that I was going to be in a play that night. I thought, “I don’t want to just not show up for the boys, because we’ve practiced.” </p>
<p>Oh God, I was feeling that I wanted the earth to open and swallow me, but I have this play thing I had to go to. So I made a game plan. I will come when I think the play is starting, do the play, and then go right back to my hotel room. </p>
<p>I came a few minutes before the play started, and Savyasachi caught me. He had a big list, and it was close to departure day. He asked me, “Are you already signed up for a taxi or for a bus?” or something like that. He does this thing where when he talks with you, he gives you his attention uninterrupted. I talked with him for a while, and he said, “How are you?” I said, “I’m sick, I have a sore throat.” “Are you taking medication? Who are you rooming with?” Just chit-chatted. Such a nice guy. I thought to myself, “If a disciple of Guru’s has so much genuine concern, then Guru’s concern must be a thousand times more.”</p>
<p>Then the play started, and it was one of these plays that completely brought the house down. Every five seconds everyone was in stitches. It was a very small function room, completely packed. First time I was in a play on the Christmas Trip. I experienced that feeling where you make a huge amount of people laugh all at once. The play was a big success. So I came home, and my heart was open again. When I left, I wanted to disappear. And when I came back, my heart was open again.</p>
<p>The second time Guru helped me to snap out of it was on Guru’s birthday. It was my first Celebrations ever. It was the morning function. As I was sitting down, I was getting negative, and heavier and heavier. I was sure it would go away, but it didn’t. About 2 ½ hours must have passed. The girls were doing the flower-offering to the shrine. By the time I went in line to do the flower offering, I was at rock bottom and just like a zombie.<br/>
When it was my turn to be in front of the temple to pass by, this entire heaviness was just lifted away in an instant and replaced by peace and vastness and a very, very nice feeling. For the rest of the day for Guru’s Birthday, it was the exact opposite once again.</p>
<p>The third time Guru helped me to snap out of it was at another Celebrations. For whatever reason I was once again at rock bottom and walking around like a ghost. Bipin said, “Can you help me for 20 minutes?” I said, “Sure.” We got into his car and drove to Jamaica Avenue. He opened the gate of Perfection-Surprise and we went downstairs. </p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/weightlifting_machines.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I got there, I saw that Guru’s life was basically down there. When I saw his weights, his weight-lifting apparatus, his paintings, his books, it was just like falling into an ocean of Guru, his compassion and joy and concern. Just seeing these items of Guru’s completely made me snap out of it. Not just snap out, but open my heart.</p>
<p>That’s my story of three times Guru helped me snap out of it. Thank you.</p>
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<p>There is not a single seeker<br/>
Who cannot inspire others.<br/>
There is not a single seeker<br/>
Who cannot be inspired by others.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_3cs4lja" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 93, #9283, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_3cs4lja">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_3cs4lja"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_3cs4lja">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-9283">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 93</a>, #9283, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>In a very real sense, Guru&#039;s songs are Guru</h2>
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<p>For me, music is pure magic; it is the most direct connection between the physical world and the spiritual world.  I believe that's what drew me to music in the first place. It is a doorway into the unknown and the unknowable.</p>
<p>Guru speaks the language of music more perfectly than any human being has ever spoken this language on Earth. And Guru has expanded the universe, through the music. If you can imagine music itself as a universe, Guru has expanded the boundaries of that universe far, far beyond any previous conception of what music could be or could achieve in this world.</p>
<p>For me, Guru has so many ways of teaching. Music is such a direct and powerful way that Guru uses to teach us in ways that words can never express. I've always been very, very moved not only by Guru's songs and Guru's music, but also by everything that Guru said and wrote about music. The most beautiful thing I ever heard Guru say about music was a talk that Guru gave in Moscow. Guru’s talk on “Music and Song.” It was so moving because when Guru was speaking, he was embodying the truth of his words and they entered into the very core of my being. That particular lecture that Guru gave, to me, is the most profound utterance that has ever been spoken on the subject of music.  </p>
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<p>Each human being is a musician. He either plays on his mind-drum or he plays on his heart-flute or he plays on both. He himself plays, hears, appreciates and admires his own creations that come from an unknown Source.</p>
<p>Each human being is a singer. In his thoughts, in his ideas, in his actions, in his words and deeds, in his sound-life and silence-life, he carries sweetness, tenderness and soul-stirring or heart-rending melodies of the Unknown. He himself is a singer, listener and admirer of his own songs.</p>
<p>God is the Supreme Musician. God is the Supreme Singer. He created the Universe from His Vision-Music. He feeds and nourishes the Universe with His Revelation and Manifestation-Songs.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>Excerpt from <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/pbr-8">a lecture</a> at Russian Gnesins’ Academy of Music, Moscow, Russia, 31 May 2004</em></p>
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<p>Guru speaks about having inner beings, emanations. It seems to me that Guru's songs are his emanations. They are, they are Guru.</p>
<p>Every song that Guru has written, he puts part of himself into it, a part of his consciousness, part of his heart, part of his aspiration and part of his love and concern for humanity. He packs all of these qualities into each song, and he releases these songs into the world, like letting a dove go into the world. These songs bring Guru's light and Guru's wisdom and Guru's sweetness and Guru's power directly into our realm of consciousness. So, in a very real sense, Guru's songs <em>are</em> Guru.</p>
<p>The more we approach Guru's songs, the more we sing Guru's songs with utmost feeling and devotion, then the more the songs give to us, and every song has a limitless light and wisdom that it can teach us. You can sing one song, the same song every day, and each day the song will reveal a deeper truth and beauty and perfection.</p>
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<p>Guru's songs are also his creations. They are also his children, and like any parent, any creator, Guru pours all of his love and all of his concern into every song. Now, if we are Guru's children and Guru's songs are also Guru’s children, that means the songs are our brothers and sisters.</p>
<p>We embody Guru’s light, and Guru's songs embody Guru's light in different colours, different shapes, different forms, but we are all from the same source—Guru's songs and Guru's disciples—we are all here together to manifest Guru as light.</p>
<p>So, I feel if we approach the songs as our brothers and sisters, then there is a very sweet, intimate sense that we are very, very—that we know each other very deeply. It is as though we have all come into the world together, Guru's songs and us, to sing and dance together in Guru's Heart-Garden. We love each other and we need each other—the songs and the disciples. We need Guru's songs because by singing Guru's songs, they show us deeper levels of ourselves, they reveal to us levels of light and sweetness and joy that we didn't know that we have. But Guru's songs also need us. Because the song is not a song unless it is sung. So, Guru's songs must be sung. Otherwise, they cannot express and manifest all the lights and all the truth and all the power that they embody for this world.</p>
<p>That is not to say that we have to all be singing Guru's songs on the radio or in the concert hall, but we do have to sing because every time anybody sings any of Guru's songs wholeheartedly and with love and with commitment, then that song has an opportunity to shine and to spread its particular light to the world.</p>
<p>I feel that Guru has brought forth the soul of music itself and is showing this to the world for the world's benefit. And music itself will be forever grateful to Guru because Guru has liberated music from its confinement in all the human musical traditions that we had created. Guru has liberated music so that it can express its true soul, its real spiritual self. Guru has done this using the simplest of means; Guru has returned music to its absolutely essential elements of melody.</p>
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<p>My music embodies<br/>
The fragrance of my heart.<br/>
My songs embody<br/>
The glories of my life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_haa3yxr" title="Giti mala, 2000" href="#footnote1_haa3yxr">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_haa3yxr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_haa3yxr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gtm-213">Giti mala</a>, 2000</li>
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<p>One time in I think it was 1997, we had a Christmas trip in Mexico. On the Christmas trips, I worked very, very hard. I had to get up very early. I had to deal with some things in Guru&#39;s hotel room and I did a lot of media work and a lot of getting Guru on television. So, it was an exhausting time and a very busy time. I filmed for Guru to archive, but also, I did a lot of events which we would take to television. We used to get Guru on television a lot in all these countries.</p>
<p>After Guru held a concert one night, I was coming back to the hotel. I was not in a good space. I was very tired, but also mentally I was not in a good space, and you could say spiritually, I wasn&#39;t in a good space, since they often go together. I remember waiting in the lobby for Guru. I was some distance away because I knew I wasn&#39;t in a good consciousness, and I didn&#39;t want to bother Guru. There were a lot of disciples in the hotel lobby. I was tucked right away, almost out of sight.</p>

<p>When Guru came in, Guru just looked at me and waved me over. I thought, &ldquo;Oh, no, I&#39;m going to get a scolding.&rdquo; But Guru was very sweet. He just told me, &ldquo;Go and buy me some drinks.&rdquo; Whenever Guru asked you to do something, you had to do it straightaway. So, I ran upstairs to where there was a small shop, and I bought a selection of drinks. I gave them to Guru and all my problems were gone.</p>
<p>Years later, I told Guru the story and asked him, &ldquo;Did you specifically know that I was unhappy, or I was having problems? Did you specifically know what the problem was? Is that why you asked to me to get the drinks?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Guru said, &ldquo;I didn&#39;t specifically know what the problem was, but I could feel something wasn&#39;t right. So I used that outer action to heal you inwardly.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Offer all your problems to God<br/>
As you would offer Him flowers.<br/>
He will be more than happy<br/>
To accept them,<br/>
And to make your problems<br/>
His problems.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_xr5wi44" title="Morning invites my heart. Evening invites my life,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote1_xr5wi44">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_xr5wi44"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_xr5wi44">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mih-35">Morning invites my heart. Evening invites my life</a>,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1992</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/cured-one-simple-request-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>This was the first time that we were going to meet Alo Devi, one of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s very special assistants. So Guru was making all kinds of arrangements. He was composing a song and making sure that the Centre was spotlessly clean, and everything was in order.</p>
<p>Previously I had told Guru I did not need to know anything more about who Guru was or what Guru could do. I told him that I just loved him as my true Guru.</p>
<p>The following day Guru contacted me and asked me to come to the Centre after work. The moment I got to the Centre, Guru was already waiting for me. He started literally shouting, &ldquo;Alo, Alo, come, come, come! Alo come!&rdquo;</p>
<p>She came running. She was like, &ldquo;What is happening?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alo, this is the boy, this is him! This is the one who doesn&rsquo;t care if I am God or the devil. He doesn&rsquo;t care if I am realised or not realised. He is only mine and I am his.&rdquo;&nbsp;</p>
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<p>When my devotion-heart approaches God,<br/>
God jumps up from His Golden Throne<br/>
To welcome and embrace my devotion.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_aescgiw" title="Enthusiasm, part 7,&nbsp;2004" href="#footnote1_aescgiw">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_aescgiw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_aescgiw">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent-830">Enthusiasm</a>, part 7,&nbsp;2004</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/boy-who-just-loves-me">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Guru is compassion incarnate, and I have some experience. I had the opportunity to really physically feel this compassion. Once he was coming to Paris to give a concert and there was also a Jharna-Kala exhibition in the Louvre.</p>
<p>At UNESCO he wanted to meet some officials. I worked for that with another girl who was very involved in public relations. She asked me to make the invitations for the different ambassadors of UNESCO and I agreed to work with her. Finally, there was this meeting with the ambassadors. I was sitting beside one of them. I was speaking French and I tried to introduce Guru to him because he didn&#39;t really understand who Guru was. I was trying to introduce Guru to him in the best way.</p>
<p>After the ceremony, Guru called for me in another hall. I was worried because I didn&#39;t know why he was calling me. I went down to the hall, and he was sitting in an armchair. I waited there standing for perhaps five or 10 minutes. I was a little bit afraid and said to myself, &ldquo;Perhaps he wants to scold me.&rdquo; Finally, he called me. He was thanking me because I was in charge of buying him some special paper, very thick paper for drawing and also some pencils. He was thanking me for that and out of the blue he just took a drawing from a box, an amazing bird drawing he had done. He gave it to me. I was so surprised! That showed how much compassion Guru has.</p>
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<p>Compassion descends<br/>
Always unconditionally,<br/>
Compassion descends.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_okly245" title="Four Hundred Blue-Green-White-Red Soul-Birds, part 1,&nbsp;1986" href="#footnote1_okly245">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_okly245"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_okly245">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bsb-192">Four Hundred Blue-Green-White-Red Soul-Birds</a>, part 1,&nbsp;1986</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-compassion-incarnate">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;I could find out myself, but it was so much easier asking your soul&#039;</h2>
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<p>There was another time, maybe in 2003, probably 2004, where, again, I used to do an enormous amount of work video for Guru. Guru had everything filmed and there was a lot of the equipment. I would carry cameras, tripods, lights, cabling&mdash;most of it by myself. So, after a while, my physical started breaking down. I was a lot younger then, but still, wrist problems, back problems&hellip; everything was torturing me. I was also not in a good spiritual space because the two can be related. Also, I hadn&#39;t slept much for many days. Whatever excuses, I wasn&#39;t in a good space.</p>
<p>All the same, I was very lucky because I used to go to Guru&#39;s house all the time. Most mornings I would be there for several hours during Guru&rsquo;s lifting. And in the evenings, I would come too, and sometimes in the afternoon. I was very lucky to have that outer physical connection.</p>
<p>So, I told Guru, &ldquo;I&#39;m not in a good space. I&#39;m having all these problems.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Guru said, &ldquo;I&#39;m concentrating on your soul right now.&rdquo;</p>

<p>It was amazing! Within a few moments I felt this incredible light pouring into me&mdash;and I&#39;m not someone who really goes on feelings too much. But I felt this light pouring, pouring&hellip;. It was almost like whenever I moved, I felt I would float in the air. I felt such intense joy, and it lasted for probably two to three days. I actually just felt, &ldquo;Wow, I really could get realised any moment now.&rdquo; I had that sort of intense joy.</p>
<p>I was very lucky. I asked Guru about it several years later. Why did Guru go and ask my soul? How come Guru didn&#39;t himself know about it?</p>
<p>Guru said, &ldquo;Well, of course, I could find out myself, but it was so much easier asking your soul. Your soul knows everything about you. So that was the quickest and easiest way to do it.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Your soul knows<br/>
What the Supreme in your Master<br/>
Is doing for you.<br/>
Your mind does not know,<br/>
And does not even want to know.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_slqz9dh" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 189,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_slqz9dh">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_slqz9dh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_slqz9dh">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-18869">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 189,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-replaces-my-pain-intense-joy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Purifying your mind by serving your spiritual Master</h2>
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<p>On my first Christmas trip, which was in 1990, I went to Hawaii and then Bali with Guru. Every morning, early in the morning, we would wake up about 4:35. We would go down to the beach and wait for Guru, and Guru would practice throwing shot put. He had many special shot puts made from lighter ones to very heavy ones. The heavy one was very heavy, maybe 80 kilograms. Guru would practice. We would give Guru the shot put and then we would also pick it up. There was a line of us and we would take it in turns to give Guru the shot put and then also pick it up.</p>
<p>With the very heavy weights, you would have to go very close to Guru. I was not super strong. I&#39;d have to go very close to Guru to be safe and to give it to Guru safely. You were very, very close to Guru when you would do this. As a guard, often you would have to work around Guru. You learned how to purify your consciousness, to be in a good consciousness because when you&#39;re around Guru, you&#39;re very aware of his consciousness and you want to be your best too.</p>

<p>Just being physically around Guru, it is always a challenge to really lift your consciousness, to be in a very good consciousness, because Guru is very sensitive to the people and the things around him. It was a wonderful lesson to really clear your mind, purify your mind, and just be a complete instrument in that moment to serve Guru, to help Guru with whatever he was doing.</p>
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<p>If you serve your Master<br/>
Sleeplessly and breathlessly,<br/>
In one incarnation you can get<br/>
The most astonishing results<br/>
Of one hundred incarnations!</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_dfwjcd3" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 5,&nbsp;#4890, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_dfwjcd3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_dfwjcd3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_dfwjcd3">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-4890">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 5,&nbsp;#4890, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/purifying-your-mind-serving-your-spiritual-master">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My first service to Guru</h2>
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<p>Guru had completed his participation at an international conference in Iceland, and he needed to leave a little early. The conference took place in 1975, and I was a very new disciple.</p>
<p>There were not many disciples there so I ran and tried to help him because I saw that he was leaving. I was a brand new disciple and something in me said that I needed to help Guru with his food or his shoes. So, I went right to the front row and got his shoes and put them on Guru. </p>
<p>It was 15 or 20 years later that Guru allowed me to massage him regularly. This was a great honour because Guru would let only a few people massage him. I was eager to serve Guru and Guru allowed it, so it is something that I always remember.</p>
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<p>Each service-height<br/>
Is<br/>
A new progress-delight.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_dqsnhks" title="Enthusiasm, part 10, 2006" href="#footnote1_dqsnhks">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_dqsnhks"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_dqsnhks">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent-74">Enthusiasm, part 10</a>, 2006</li>
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<h2>Three times our discipleship saved us</h2>
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<p>When Vyakulata left New Zealand after some years to live in New York, she left behind her bright yellow car and kindly invited us to use it whenever the need arose. One day I drove her car out along the southern motorway to perform as a clown at a kids’ birthday party in south Auckland, decked out in voluminous clown trousers, big shoes, red nose—the works!</p>
<p>Halfway to my destination, I was suddenly overwhelmed by sleep. I tried singing, putting my head out the window, shouting my name, anything to stay awake. Then I crashed, driving at 90 kilometres per hour, head-on into a concrete bridge column! The engine was pushed up into the passenger seat, the wheels were shorn off, everything was concertina’d into a crumpled wreckage. Fast asleep, helpless and with seat belt on, I was awoken by a tremendous bang on impact, and saw only whirling sky and flying glass.</p>
<p>Miraculously I was completely untouched—not a scratch or even a bruise. Ambulances came, police came, tow trucks came—everyone was astonished that I was alive, and even more so that I had emerged so totally unscathed.</p>
<p>Curiously, each time I passed this spot over the next few weeks—pointing out to my passengers the yellow splashes of wreckage still dotting the roadside—I could feel a force pulling me, as though down a dark tunnel, into the same place. Later Guru said that it was a hostile force that had attacked me, but that I had felt the arms of the Supreme around me and survived.</p>

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<p>Years later my discipleship again saved me, when I was struck by lightning in Indonesia. I had a premonition that something bad was about to happen, so, while crossing a village street in the rain, I began chanting “Supreme” very fast. Then I was lying on the ground, numb and uncomprehending, surrounded by a circle of faces peering down at me, unable to feel anything down the right side of my body.</p>
<p>Later, partially recovered, I recounted my adventure to Guru. He smiled and said that I had been in a very good consciousness, leaving unspoken the clear implication that things could have been much, much worse.</p>
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<p>Alone one evening in our house in Auckland, my wife Subarata saw a very large man with a club trying to get in one of our windows – we had no telephone, so instead she shouted at him. But then he tried to force a door. She sat at her shrine and prayed intensely for protection. Faith and belief and devotion are such powerful things! After some time she heard very clearly a voice saying to her, three times, “You are protected, you are protected, you are protected.” Then the intruder went away. She was so excited and thrilled by this experience, all her fear vanished. She was elated by the voice of her unseen guardian.</p>
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<p>For protection,<br/>
More protection<br/>
And infinitely more protection,<br/>
Each human being<br/>
Must pray to God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ug6q8y9" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23, #22309, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_ug6q8y9">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ug6q8y9"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ug6q8y9">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23, #22309, Agni Press, 2001</li>
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<h2>Let go of anger</h2>
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<p>Once I was staying at a hotel when Guru was visiting the West Coast. I was walking out in the hallway because I was furious with my roommate. Unexpectedly, Guru walked by, looked at me and said to “let go of anger.” Throughout the evening, my temper would start to flare again but I kept remembering Guru’s words and let go of the anger.</p>
<p>On another occasion, I was with the Christmas Trip, visiting Oahu, and went to see the Lyon Arboretum. Way in the back of the park, there was a long, very steep hillside. It was solid clay and wet from the rain. To help walkers, there were steps cut into the clay, all the way to the top.</p>
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<p>Once I made it to the high point, I discovered that there was no level landing, only an abruptly steep and slippery descent. With my first step, I started slipping and sliding. Looking down the hill, I saw it was a long, nearly-vertical slope with nothing to break my fall, nothing I could grab onto. I knew in an instant that I was going to be hurt very badly.</p>
<p>But, suddenly, I thought of Guru's aphorism: “When a true disciple asks his Master for protection, the Master says, ‘Behold, immediate rescue!’” The words flew through my mind and suddenly I was standing still, on a very tiny but firm patch of ground. I was safe. Rescued.</p>
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<p>My Lord’s Protection-Eye<br/>
Has always played the role<br/>
Of my life’s protection-armour.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_j40wgeh" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 144, #14377, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_j40wgeh">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_j40wgeh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_j40wgeh">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-14377">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 144, #14377, Agni Press, 1991</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/let-go-anger">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The world&#039;s first Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile</h2>
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<p>In 1986, Guru was asking everybody to organize their races on a one-mile loop. We arranged a mile loop in a park in London called Battersea Park. It was also, I think, the United Nations Year of Peace.</p>
<p>So, Bhavani said, let us call the one-mile loop the Peace Mile. Guru said, &ldquo;Okay,&rdquo; and on March the 15th, 1986, he flew to London to open the Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile. This was the first Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile, and here you see Guru standing in front of a tree with the flag. Guru was very proud of those flags.</p>
<p>When Guru went back to New York, he said that that day was the happiest day of his life. So, the Peace Mile is still there, and we still go around, walk around, run around, and so on.</p>
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<p>Each time I soulfully pray,<br/>
God blesses me with the capacity<br/>
To walk in silence with peace<br/>
Mile after mile.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9zrgf4g" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 233,&nbsp;#23291, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_9zrgf4g">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_9zrgf4g"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_9zrgf4g">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-23291">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 233,&nbsp;#23291, Agni Press, 1996</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/worlds-first-sri-chinmoy-peace-mile">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My soul recognises Guru</h2>
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<p>There was something called the Yoga Centre of St. Louis. It was mainly hatha yoga, but they also were teaching meditation. I said, “This is what I'm looking for. I am looking for this.”</p>
<p>So, when I went back to New York, I decided I was going to search for a meditation group. Lo and behold, very shortly after, there was a meditation class being given on my floor, in my dormitory, by two disciples of Guru.</p>
<p>This was the early 1970s when all the boys had long hair, and these boys had very short hair. They were dressed in white and they basically just put up a photo of Guru. I felt something, but not a lot. I thought they were a little strange with their short hair. But at one point they said, “Our teacher is going to be giving a lecture at the law school. Would you like to come?” So I said, “Oh, sure.”</p>
<p>I should add, by this time I was not very happy. I had been searching and searching and searching, but I had started searching in the wrong ways and for the wrong things.</p>
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<p>So, I went to this lecture. I was seated way at the back and the sound system wasn't working very well. I couldn't really understand what Guru was saying because of the poor sound system. and his accent was much stronger at the time. But when I saw Guru, as soon as I saw him, something in me leapt out. It was my soul. It just rushed to Guru and cried out, “Father, Father, Father!”</p>
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<p>When and how<br/>
Father, when shall I realise You?<br/>
Daughter, you have already realised Me.<br/>
Father, when? <br/>
Father, how?<br/>
When? <br/>
The day you joined My Dream-Boat.<br/>
How? <br/>
Through your surrender-heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_p0ub5ex" title="Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, #57, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974" href="#footnote1_p0ub5ex">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_p0ub5ex"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_p0ub5ex">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/fdp-57">Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers</a>, #57, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-soul-recognises-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>An experience of the love that the Supreme has for me, and for all of us</h2>
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<p>On my round-the-world trip, I left Australia on a Russian passenger ship from Sydney to the Panama Canal. </p>
<p>I went into the chess room on the ship; I used to play chess a lot. I saw this man playing chess by himself. And I said, “Can I play?” He said, “Yes, please sit down.” He was from England and he was going back to England on this boat. He told me that he had a Master in Thailand for 6 or 7 years and his Master told him to return to England because he could not teach him anymore. You can imagine that during my trip I had spoken to many people about meditation, I had tried meditation, but nothing ever really clicked.</p>
<p>When this man spoke to me, I asked him, “What’s the purpose of meditation?” He said, “To know who you are, to realise your true self, to realise God,” and for some reason, this time it made total sense, total sense. We played chess—one game—and I thanked him. It was about 1:00 in the morning on the ship. I went up to this very small deck; it was deck F.</p>

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<p>The only thing I knew about meditation was that you sit cross-legged. That’s really all I knew. At that point I started to sit down on the deck, but before I was able to sit down the whole outer world disappeared. This next part is sort of unexplainable because it’s too big to explain with words, but I can say it’s like God the Supreme Guru came and embraced me with this huge hug, like the mother embracing a small child. It is like the mother who’s been looking for the child for thousands of years suddenly finds the child and embraces the child at that moment. I started to cry overwhelmingly with gratitude. It lasted for about an hour I think, this other world. I asked the Supreme to protect me because if He didn’t protect me, I would just go back to ignorance. This is where it’s very complicated, but not complicated really. I didn’t know what this was, what was happening really. It was so big and sweet and real.</p>
<p>In the gratitude book, the very first thing on page 7 says a gratitude-heart experience is beyond compare. That’s what I received from Guru, or from the Supreme, or from both. At that time, it was just an unbelievable gratitude-heart experience of the love that the Supreme has for me and for all of us.</p>
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<p>With my gratitude-heart-tears and smiles,<br/>
My Lord I greet.<br/>
My Lord gives me His All, the moment I clasp His Feet.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_4rcnf0e" title="An immediate ‘yes’ to God's every Command, 1999" href="#footnote1_4rcnf0e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_4rcnf0e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_4rcnf0e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/IYG-25">An immediate ‘yes’ to God's every Command</a>, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experience-love-supreme-has-me-and-all-us">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reason</h2>
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<p><strong>Interviewer:</strong> <em>Recently, I've been watching the video that you have made on the meeting of Guru and President Mikhail Gorbachev, which took place in 1997. There was another part of this video after the meeting when Guru was gathering with the disciples and discussing this meeting. Guru seems to be so excited about that meeting, because it seems like Guru was really setting Gorbachev apart from all other politicians and prominent people that he communicated with in his lifetime. Could you please comment on this relationship of Guru with Gorbachev?</em></p>
<p><strong>Mridanga:</strong> Well, I would have to agree. I've never seen Guru so happy than when talking about President Gorbachev. I mean, to me, I never see Gorbachev as a politician. Of course, he is. But Guru held him as someone much, much, much higher.</p>
<p>Guru said that he had a connection with President Gorbachev previously and that Gorbachev was a very, very special soul brought down for a special reason.</p>
<p>Even if you look historically just at what Gorbachev did, okay, we all know that. But I don't think I've ever met a politician that's been as receptive to Guru. I mean, it's almost like Gorbachev recognized Guru, his height somewhat, and Gorbachev just happened to be a politician.</p>

<p>But regarding that meeting, you're quite right. Beforehand, Guru was so intense, excited. Guru was pacing up and down, checking that everything was correct in the room. Guru was so excited to see them.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy and the Gorbachevs photograph each other in front of Sri Chinmoy's artwork 'My Surrender-Fountain-Heart'. Sri Chinmoy took the photographs of President and Raisa Gorbachev, and President Gorbachev took the photograph of Sri Chinmoy.</figcaption>
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<p>For that particular meeting, the disciples had been in most of the night setting up the room. Guru wanted to show Gorbachev several videos. I was at Guru's house till about 2:00 in the morning, with Guru telling me what to put in these videos.</p>
<p>I came in to the meeting room at about five in the morning with all the cameras and set them up. Of course, it was a problem making sure that there would be enough tape to cover the whole meeting. There were also various other technical problems, so I was very nervous making sure that everything was working. I was in the room until about 15 minutes before the meeting was meant to take place. I was supposed to start the cameras and then leave.</p>
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<p>It's always very worrying when you are not there, when the cameras are rolling, because anything can go wrong. But I was also lucky because Sagar was there, and Sagar is very technical. So, I had quite a lot of confidence in him. I remember waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time. I was so nervous. Has it happened, has it worked out? Then I got the telephone call, “Come up, you know, it went well.” And I was, like, yes!</p>
<p>I came in and Guru was so happy and excited. Guru was talking so fast and so loud about different parts of the meeting and one of the first things Guru said to me, of course, is, “Did the cameras work?” So, I quickly went and checked, and thank God, they all worked. It was such relief for me.</p>
<p>Then Guru had me wire the camera to one of the hotel televisions so we could play it back and show the disciples some of the meeting. That was such a happy time because Guru was so happy. I mean, it was rare to see Guru that happy and excited except when Gorbachev was involved. After the meeting, after it had gone well, Guru talked and talked and talked and talked! Of course, we watched some of the video, and we laughed. Gorbachev came and looked at the artwork or the flowers, and it was just so cute. We really re-lived it. But at the same time, Guru would be talking, talking: “This is what happened… He was so happy about this….”</p>
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<p>So, we had the video and we had Guru’s narration at the same time.</p>
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<p>President Gorbachev:<br/>
A man in a million,<br/>
A heart in a billion<br/>
And A soul in a trillion.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_k6cnt16" title="President Gorbachev: the home of Oneness-Peace-Dream-World, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_k6cnt16">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_k6cnt16"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_k6cnt16">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/pg-2">President Gorbachev</a>: the home of Oneness-Peace-Dream-World, Agni Press, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/president-gorbachev-special-soul-brought-down-special-reason">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>On the 2nd day of the first time I saw Guru, Guru was talking to us about the importance of being clean and taking a proper shower, for the girls to have long hair and the boys to have short hair and shaved faces. He explained to us that the importance of having the clean-shaven face is that it’s easier to see the light of the soul being expressed through our face. When the soul is bringing its light into us, it is through the face and through our eyes that it shines most.</p>
<p>I wasn’t totally convinced with what Guru had said and I wanted to show him how spiritual I was. I raised my hand to ask him a question and he called on me immediately. Before I opened my mouth, I noticed that Guru was looking at me in a peculiar way. His eyes shifted to the side and there was a smile on his face.</p>
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<p>I asked him, “If Christ had long hair and a beard, why can’t I have my long hair and beard?”</p>
<p>Guru remained quiet for a few moments, again with his eyes shifting to the side. The expression on his face was not something I had seen previously. It was totally new to me. His reply was, “If Christ the Saviour comes to me with his long hair and beard, I run to him and kiss the dust of his feet. But when I see you coming with your long hair and beard, I run as far away from you as I can.”</p>

<p>These moments created the base or foundation of my relationship with Guru. As he was making this joke and making fun of me, there was a different element in the love he was giving me. This was the love of a friend—that he could joke and say anything he wanted to say to me. I loved it. I felt so privileged. For the rest of my life, that is exactly what Guru did to me. He made fun of me at every opportunity. It was so wonderful. It was so beautiful!</p>
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<p>God tells me<br/>
That my sense of humour<br/>
Helps Him immensely.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6btxrc9" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 32, #31470, Agni Press, 2003" href="#footnote1_6btxrc9">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6btxrc9"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6btxrc9">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-31470">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 32, #31470, Agni Press, 2003</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/why-cant-i-have-my-long-hair-and-beard">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I could sing and dance for pure joy</h2>
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<p>I can tell you the outer circumstances about how I came to the path. At the time, I was studying music, studying grand piano. I just got the feeling that I should learn to meditate because that would help me with my piano performance. This was in 1982. It was my final year of music study. I got the feeling that I should find somewhere to learn to meditate, I should look in the newspaper and that there would be an advertisement for meditation classes.</p>
<p>So, I looked in the paper and there were two advertisements for meditation groups. One of the groups was much closer to my house and it was called the Sri Chinmoy Centre, which I had never heard of. But because it was close to me, that&#39;s the one I went to. The disciples later told me that they only ever placed one advertisement in the newspaper. That was the only time they ever put an advertisement in the newspaper. That was the day I got the idea that I must look in the newspaper to find an advertisement.</p>
<p>So, I was coming to meditation classes for nearly six months. I was not looking for a Guru or a spiritual master or a spiritual path. It never occurred to me that these things were important. But I was enjoying coming to the Centre and I was enjoying reading Guru&#39;s writings and listening to Guru&rsquo;s music. More and more, this was becoming a very important part of my life.</p>

<p>The disciples even said to me, &ldquo;Oh, you should send your photograph to Guru and apply to become a disciple.&rdquo; But I said, &ldquo;No, I don&#39;t need that. That&#39;s not important.&rdquo; That just shows you how stupid and how ignorant I actually was!</p>
<p>One day, Guru was going to phone the Centre. All the disciples from around Australia came to Canberra for this phone call, which was only for disciples. But the Centre leader at that time got inspired to invite me to come to the telephone call. He asked, &ldquo;Would you like to come and hear Sri Chinmoy speak on the phone?&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;Yes, of course.&rdquo;</p>
<p>When Guru phoned, he spoke to every disciple individually. And to each disciple, he gave a special message and his blessings. Everything was on the loudspeaker telephone so you could hear everything Guru was saying to each person.</p>
<p>When Guru had spoken to every disciple, then Guru said, &ldquo;Is anybody else there?&rdquo; There should not have been anyone else there because it should only have been disciples. So, I came to the phone and introduced myself. I said my name and that I had been coming to meditation classes. Then I waited for Guru to say something, because for every disciple, Guru gave a message, he spoke something personal. But in my case, absolute silence. Guru did not say a word.</p>
<p>There was this long silence, and I became a little uncomfortable. I did not know what I was supposed to do. I felt I had to break this silence. I had to say something. But what do you say to a spiritual master? So, I said the only thing that came into my head. I said to Guru, &ldquo;I want to become your disciple,&rdquo; because that was the only thing that I thought you should say to a spiritual master. Then Guru ended his silence. He chanted a very long &ldquo;Aum&rdquo; and said, &ldquo;I accept you as a true disciple of mine.&rdquo;</p>
<p>My mind was immediately confused. I said, &ldquo;Where on earth did that question come from? I never, never wanted this. I&#39;ve been tricked!&rdquo; But at the same time, I was extremely happy, more that I had ever felt in my life. It was as though the weight of my whole life was taken from my shoulders and I felt like I could sing and dance for pure joy.</p>
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<p>O Yogi of the highest magnitude, initiate me.<br/>
Today offer me Your initiation.<br/>
Today I shall learn the immortal message of transformation from You.<br/>
I shall not wander any more in the farthest corners of the world.<br/>
I shall only dance in the city of the heart.<br/>
Inside the city of my heart<br/>
I shall sing songs of Love Divine<br/>
And I shall see myself in the mirror of my sanctified heart.<br/>
Today I beg of You to offer me only one thing: silence, silence.<br/>
O Yogi of the highest magnitude, initiate me today.<br/>
(Translation of song &ldquo;He Jogiraj dikkha amai&rdquo;)</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_29z7yjo" title="Garden of love-light, part 2,&nbsp;Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1975" href="#footnote1_29z7yjo">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_29z7yjo"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_29z7yjo">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gll-129">Garden of love-light, part 2</a>,&nbsp;Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1975</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-could-sing-and-dance-pure-joy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru gives me my spiritual name</h2>
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<p>“Agraha means eagerness, divine eagerness, supreme eagerness, eagerness to be a most devoted seeker and to serve the Supreme in Guru.”</p>
<p>How I got my name was an amazing story for me. I was very eager to get it. </p>
<p>It was early morning and I woke up from a dream. In the dream Guru is telling me that very soon he would give me my name. I was so happy and thrilled.</p>
<p>Then I had another dream where I see the calendar and Guru is showing me what day He will give me my name. Guru is telling me in the dream not only the date that I would receive my name but also what my name was. When I woke up, I was so thrilled! I remembered the date but for the name I only remember that there were a lot of A’s in it.</p>
<p>When that day came I was in New York and it was April. Guru was leaving the meeting place and he came right up to me and said, “I will give you your name very soon—in August.” The day he told me this was the day I saw in the dream. He said, “Good boy, I am very pleased with you and I will give you your name in August.”</p>
<p>There were three of us who got our names. At that time, Guru would give a name by putting his hands on your head and blessing you very powerfully at his house. It was overwhelming.</p>
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<p>Eagerness I had to see the Face of God.<br/>
Eagerness I have to feel the Heart of God.<br/>
Eagerness I shall have to be the Dream-Reality of God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6y1wyiq" title="Light-Delight-Journeys, Bhakti Press, Ottawa, Canada, 1974" href="#footnote1_6y1wyiq">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6y1wyiq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6y1wyiq">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ldj-31">Light-Delight-Journeys</a>, Bhakti Press, Ottawa, Canada, 1974</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/guru-gives-me-my-spiritual-name">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>An act of kindness from Mr. Charity</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Like many other disciples, I used to spend a lot of money travelling twice a year or sometimes more to New York for our international gatherings. I always tried to get cheap flights. One year, I booked a non-direct flight stopping over in Montreal, Canada, and continuing on to New York with another airline. It was a big mistake and I would never do it again.</p>
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<p>I could hardly make my way through the crowd, and overhead speakers repeatedly delivered messages about the weather conditions that were preventing all departures. I finally got to the desk of my airline flying to Montreal just to get the same report: ‘’No flights. Better to come back tomorrow. We will book another flight for you if the weather allows.… ‘’</p>
<p>In any case I would miss my connecting flight from Montreal to Paris on the same afternoon and would have to book and pay for another one, even though the date was quite uncertain. There was no hope of being reimbursed, for it was operated by a different airline flying from a different country!</p>
<p>But something told me inwardly not to give up hope, so I stayed standing silently at the desk, praying inwardly to the Supreme for His help. I did not dare to ask the attendant anything more, because he was overwhelmed by the crowd’s continuous flood of questions and demands, and he looked exhausted.</p>
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<p>After more than an hour, I was still waiting quietly. Perhaps because of my attitude, which contrasted so much with the panic around him, he suddenly called me up out of the blue and without any explanation handed me a free ticket for a direct flight to Paris the next morning!</p>
<p>I was so stunned that I could not find enough words to thank him, as he was already busy with some other clients’ requests. But just before I left, as light as air, with an immense feeling of release, joy and gratitude, I looked at his name tag to at least remember his name. Surely I would, for his name was Mr. Charity!</p>
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<p>May my morning begin<br/>
With the breath of kindness<br/>
And sweetness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_4frz0xi" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 15, #14704, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_4frz0xi">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_4frz0xi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_4frz0xi">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-14704">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 15, #14704, Agni Press, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/act-kindness-mr-charity">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru&#039;s occult power saves my life</h2>
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<p>One year, I got very sick during the New York City Marathon. I took some aspirin along the way, thinking that it would help my sore muscles, but it actually caused a real problem in my stomach. It unfortunately started a chain reaction that started to break down my intestines.</p>
<p>When I ran through Central Park, I saw a disciple-friend of mine who is my coach. He was very frightened when he saw me; I had no colour in my face. And then someone I knew from the United Nations saw me just before the finish line and they had the same reaction.</p>
<p>When I crossed the finish line, immediately two people came up to me and said, &ldquo;Are you okay? Why don&#39;t you come with us?&rdquo; They took me to an emergency tent and gave me something to drink, and I got a hot chocolate. My stomach started to knot up very painfully. This was happening every five to eight minutes in a very intense way. I went to the bathroom, and it was blood. So, they immediately put me in an ambulance to take me to the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital, I was in extreme pain. I couldn&#39;t drink anything because that made it worse.</p>

<p>The nurse came up to try to give me an IV. They couldn&#39;t find the vein because I was so dehydrated. I was on the hospital bed in absolute pain, but they really didn&#39;t know what to do with me, so they just kind of left me there. At one point, a nurse asked me, is there someone in your family we could call? So, I gave them the number of my friend Kirit and said, &ldquo;Please call him.&rdquo; Kirit ran faster than me, so I knew he would be home by then.</p>
<p>Kirit immediately went to Guru&#39;s house and told Guru what was happening to me. Kirit later told me that Guru leaned against the counter of the kitchen and said, &ldquo;I am putting a strong force on him right now.&rdquo; At that very same time in the hospital, my body - out of nowhere - went straight, and I immediately started chanting spontaneously &ldquo;Supreme, Supreme, Supreme!&rdquo; and I felt a wave of energy going through my whole body. It lasted maybe 10 seconds, which was the same time, Kirit later told me, that Guru leaned against the counter.</p>
<p>After that, I felt much better. When the nurse came in again, she immediately was able to get the IV in my arm. So finally, I was doing better, and some disciples came to take me home.</p>
<p>They took me home and put me in bed, but it was starting to hurt again, and it was getting very bad. Guru called my room, and one of the boys picked up and told Guru that I was in pain again. Guru told them to take me to Long Island Hospital. This time, he had two boys in the Centre who were doctors come and stay with me. They finally got the IV in my arm. It took four liters to get me rehydrated. I spent the night in the hospital. In the morning, I finally stabilized, and I was able to go home.</p>
<p>So later in the morning or afternoon, I managed to go to Aspiration-Ground and Guru meditated on me. Then the next day, at PS 86, Guru asked how I was feeling. Guru said, &ldquo;I put another strong force on you this morning. Did you feel it?&rdquo; Maybe I didn&#39;t quite understand the question, but I said, &ldquo;No&rdquo; and Guru started laughing.</p>
<p>I feel very grateful and also I feel a responsibility to share with people a direct experience of Guru&#39;s very spiritual occult power. It was so powerful, I&#39;ll never, ever forget it.</p>
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<p>There is not a single day<br/>
When spiritual Masters<br/>
Do not use occult power<br/>
In the inner world<br/>
For the betterment and enlightenment<br/>
Of mankind.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ji2recp" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 5,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_ji2recp">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ji2recp"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ji2recp">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-4090">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 5,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gurus-occult-power-saves-my-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;When I play with you, I feel I am never nervous.&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>One sweet story is that I used to play tennis with Guru, just Guru and me over at Jamaica High School. I was a good tennis player when I was younger, but playing with Guru by myself, I was very nervous. I cannot tell you how nervous I was playing.</p>
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<p>One day when I was playing with Guru, Guru all of a sudden said, “Casey, when I play with you, I feel I am never nervous.” When Guru said that, I laughed because I knew how nervous I was. And I wasn’t nervous anymore.</p>
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<p>God’s Tennis Court<br/>
Is meant only for those<br/>
Who like to play all the time<br/>
Surrender-game.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_4cfwyi2" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 36, #3514, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_4cfwyi2">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_4cfwyi2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_4cfwyi2">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-3514">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 36, #3514, Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/when-i-play-you-i-feel-i-am-never-nervous">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The boy in school who was &quot;the same&quot; as me</h2>
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<p>In the school where I was, there was one seeker who meditated on Guru’s Transcendental photograph. He was not yet a disciple, but a seeker. He was in another class, but I went with the girls from his class on vacation – not vacation, but more like a school where you learned how to cook, how to do the things that girls did, such as sewing. They saw me, and they said, oh, we have one boy in our class and he is exactly like you, you have to meet him. They told him the same thing, but he was a seeker and he was not interested in getting to know a girl. </p>
<p>But then, a few weeks later, I was in the same room as he was. Somehow Guru managed it so that everybody else was out of the room except the two of us. We realised that we must be the ones who were exactly "the same", even though we had absolutely nothing in common. We were actually very different, but the other schoolgirls felt something was the same inside us.</p>

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<p>I don't know why, but he told me all about meditation and Guru. It was all so fascinating for me that from that day on I stopped eating meat. I was so happy! When I went home I was kind of jumping and dancing around like a little child. My mother said, “What happened to you? Are you in love?” I said, “No!” I didn’t like that boy at all, but I was so happy, and I didn't know why. Later I knew why.</p>
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<p>He invited me to go to a lecture, not a lecture but a kind of concert. There I saw Kailash. He was playing harmonium. I asked him about everything. And then I told him, “I want to be like you. I want to be a disciple.”</p>
<p>Then he said, “Oh, well, you first have to take a meditation class. It's not something you do so quickly just for fun. It's something you do for your life." I said, “I am a hundred percent sure.”</p>
<p>They were going to New York the next day, so I said, “Please, please, ask Sri Chinmoy. Take my photo and ask if I can be his disciple!”</p>
<p>Luckily, Guru accepted me. I wouldn't have known what to do in my life without Guru.</p>
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<p>A true disciple<br/>
Has only one choice:<br/>
His Master’s voice.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_mu3nmtp" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 7, #6672, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_mu3nmtp">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_mu3nmtp"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_mu3nmtp">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/st-6672">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 7, #6672, Agni Press, 1998</li>
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<p>I’ll tell you a funny story. Guru had two monkeys, Jadhu and Madhu. There was a little monkey house off Guru’s porch at his house where the monkeys lived. My first job in the morning was to feed the monkeys. Each morning I would bring the food into the monkey’s house. They would come down and sit on my shoulder and they would sort of pick at the plate – it was a tin from Annam Brahma – and take what they liked. Guru would ask me if they ate.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/databir/guru-jadhu-madhu-2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One day, Guru told me to sing to the monkeys. I am a terrible singer. I don’t sing on key and I’ve been asked not to sing <em>The Invocation</em> because it puts everybody off. So I sang “Never Say No” to the monkeys. Guru would be sitting on the porch a lot of times, resting, looking out on the street. He had a couch there that he would rest on. </p>
<p>After about a month of singing “Never Say No,” Guru said, “Change the song.” So I sang “I dearly love my India and I dearly love my America.” And that one went on; but one is hard to sing, I love it, but I do not think I sing it right, ever.</p>

<p>One time I was driving Guru to the court (Aspiration-Ground, the tennis court we use as our meditation garden), and it might have been my birthday but I cannot remember. Guru said, “Please sing a song.” To be honest with you, I said, “Guru, I don’t know any songs really, I don’t know any Bengali songs.” And I didn’t. I said to Guru, “The only song I really know Guru is ‘Happy Birthday’.”  So I start singing Happy birthday. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you….”</p>
<p>Really, I don’t know any rock songs, I don’t know any of Guru’s songs, except for The Invocation. Now I know seven songs, but in those days I didn’t know any songs. Guru started singing along with me, “Happy birthday to you….”</p>
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<p>The animal life and the human life<br/>
Are fast asleep inside you.<br/>
Do not awaken the animal life.<br/>
Only awaken the human life<br/>
So that it can be a good student<br/>
Of the divine life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_tg2bqi1" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 40, #3985, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote1_tg2bqi1">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_tg2bqi1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_tg2bqi1">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-3985">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 40, #3985, Agni Press, 1982</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/singing-monkeys">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>I became a disciple in 1975. I heard that Carlos Santana was going to be playing a concert at this Unitarian church; I was very excited because I knew he meditated. I went over a couple of hours early and I was sitting in the front row, but nothing was happening.</p>
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<p>So I asked the person at the church when the meditation was going to be. He said, “Don’t worry, it’s definitely happening. But first we have a few children who will do piano and violin recitations.” And for the next hour and a half, I was sitting in the front row watching the children play their music.</p>
<p>Anyway, they finally showed up and there was a tremendous meditation. It was not an electric concert; it was a meditation with acoustic music. I had a really powerful inner experience. I felt that I was floating. I was having a kind of out-of-body experience. I had never experienced anything of that kind, and I was extremely enchanted by the experience.</p>

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<p>So at the end of it, he mentioned that they meditated on a special photograph that they had on stage at the time. It was the Transcendental photograph. I saw a book called <em>The Inner Promise</em>, which had a very, very beautiful picture of Guru on the back. I so wanted to buy that book, but I didn’t have enough money. So I bought a Transcendental photograph for four or five dollars. Then I took it back to my dorm room and started staring at it every morning. Early in the morning, I’d put it on my pillow and try to meditate, although I didn’t know much about meditation.<br/>
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So that photograph became my most prized possession. I kept it on an envelope taped to the wall. I had a few dreams about Guru, some very powerful dreams. I started to enquire about becoming a disciple, but I had never met any disciples or been to a Centre or anything. I found out that I needed to give my biography, so I applied to become a disciple by mail. I sent a letter to New York.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/anugata/sri-chinmoy-flower.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And so I waited. I was just waiting. Every day I was checking the mail. Several weeks went by and I had no idea what would be going on in New York. I finally received a tiny little card in a tiny envelope and I opened it up and it said “To my child. I accept you as a true disciple of mine.” There was a picture of Guru holding a flower. Someone had typed those words in pink typewriter ink, and Guru had signed it at the bottom.</p>
<p>I couldn’t believe it. I was very, very thrilled.</p>
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<p>My Master-Lord, my Master-Lord, my Master-Lord!<br/>
Your choice was my soul.<br/>
Your Heart is my choice<br/>
To save my life from its bondage-voice.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_6uks1du" title="My Supreme Songbook, 2001" href="#footnote1_6uks1du">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_6uks1du"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_6uks1du">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/msp-38">My Supreme Songbook</a>, 2001</li>
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<h2>Крилете на радостта</h2><div class="field-item"><p>В &bdquo;Крилете на радостта&ldquo; Шри Чинмой предоставя инструментите, от които се нуждаете, за да се издигнете до върховете на човешките възможности &ndash; и да намерите своя път към вътрешния мир. В книгата може да откриете притчи, анекдоти, истории и стихотворения, предлагащи свежи прозрения за откриването на себе си и връзката ви със света.</p>
<p>&bdquo;Скъпи мои приятели, братя и сестри, аз съм човек на молитвата, аз съм ученик на мира. Моля се на Небесния Отец да изведе напред всичките ви божествени качества и многократно да ги умножи. Моля се на Бог да дари всеки от вас с Посланието на Своята Мечта - мира. Моля се на Бог да ви дари с безгранична радост.&ldquo;</p>
<p>С тези думи Шри Чинмой започва своята книга &bdquo;Крилете на радостта&ldquo;. Шри Чинмой е международно известен духовен водач с хиляди ученици по целия свят. Той съчетава древна мъдрост със съвременни прозрения за това какво означава да бъдеш духовно търсещ през ХХI век.</p>
<p>Шри Чинмой вярва, че всички ние сме божествени същества. С &bdquo;Крилете на радостта&ldquo; той насърчава всички нас да намерим мира и светлината дълбоко в сърцата си, за да можем да се справим с отрицателните преживявания и нагласи и да ги трансформираме в положителни.</p>
<p>&bdquo;Какво е радостта?<br/>
Това е птица, която всички желаем да уловим.<br/>
Това е същата птица, на която всички се радваме, когато лети.&ldquo;<br/>
-&nbsp;Шри Чинмой</p>

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<p>I was at that time still a ski teacher, so in February, I had to be one week with some children at a children's class. I was supposed to teach them skiing in the Swiss mountains. I was there in a nice wooden house in the mountains.</p>
<p>One night, I woke up at maybe 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. It was pitch black. I was becoming very conscious. I had never been so conscious. In this vision, I saw Guru’s face, and from his third eye a streak of light came into my heart in a color like yellow or green, something like that. Now I know it's love, the colour of love.</p>
<p>It expanded and suddenly I was a pond of water. The water was falling down, a waterfall into the next pond, which was much bigger. Guru's face had disappeared, but I was the water of this pond and the next pond was very big. The whole pond fell down as a waterfall into a big lake. And that water again fell down as a waterfall into the ocean.</p>

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<p>I was every drop of that ocean and I was floating as far as the ocean went. There was no limit, there was no end to this. It was just water, drop after drop after drop, and every drop was love. It was incredible, the ultimate experience of truth. My body had long gone. I was expanding and expanding in this love-flow, oneness-ocean-vastness. Then I was sleeping again, and next morning when I woke up, it all came right back.</p>
<p>I didn't go skiing with the kids that day. I told the older ones, you should teach them. I stayed in front of this wooden house and sat there meditating all day.</p>
<p>I was crying the whole day. The tears were running down my face. I realised I had experienced the highest truth. The ultimate had come to me in Guru, in Guru's blessing, in Guru's deep, deep love.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sprout.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This was so strong that I felt like my life, my self… I was like an old trunk, an old tree that was growing before, not straight but winding. It was getting old and now this old trunk was splitting open. From the very depths inside, a new plant, a few leaves, grew straight up. They were fresh green and very beautiful.</p>
<p>From that day on, whenever I meditated, I had a goal to reach.  The meditation was measured inside by the experience I had when Guru gave me his deep love.</p>
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<p>I came to God<br/>
As a tiny, insignificant drop,<br/>
But He tells me that<br/>
He will not be satisfied<br/>
Until He turns me into<br/>
An ocean of love.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9kugiu5" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 37, #36301, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_9kugiu5">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_9kugiu5"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_9kugiu5">1.</a> <a href="http://https:/www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-36301">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 37, #36301, Agni Press, 2004</li>
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<h2>The very first time I heard about my spiritual Master</h2>
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<p>Whenever I remember how I first came to Guru, I get very emotional.</p>
<p>I was in high school. I was maybe 16 or 17 years old, and at the time I had recently moved from the island of Maui in Hawaii to Puerto Rico. When I was about 16, I started to have some inner spiritual yearnings and some spiritual experiences. No one, in my circle of friends in the school that I was going to, shared these kinds of experiences.  </p>
<p>So, I started going to bookstores and looking for spiritual books. One of the very first ones I was fortunate enough to get was a book on yoga, a general book of yoga. It was not Guru’s book. I began reading about yoga and spiritual life. I started practicing the physical exercises of yoga and some basic concentration exercises on my own because no one that I knew in Puerto Rico was doing anything like this. Then I started buying other books and reading on Zen Buddhism and Hinduism and some other paths, but there was one message that kept coming out to me from each of these books. That message that these books were, these teachings, were talking about was higher worlds, higher levels of consciousness, how to achieve real inner peace. But they always said that if you want to achieve this, you need a teacher, you need a Master to guide you.</p>

<p>Every time I got a new book thinking I would be able to find something that I could use to develop my spirituality, sooner or later in that book, that line would come out, that teaching would come out: “You need a Master. You need a Master.”</p>
<p>Finally, one day I said okay, well I guess I should look for a Master. I started asking around, people I knew, if anyone knew of a yoga group that had a Master. it took a while before I actually found someone that could answer that question.</p>
<p>One day I spoke with someone and asked, “Do you know where I could find a spiritual Master?” This person told me, “Well, I do not personally have one, but I know someone who does go to a yoga centre and who has a Master.”</p>
<p>It turned out that that person was a young man who happened to live in the same apartment building that I lived in, on the same floor that I lived on, only about five doors down. This is in Puerto Rico, where there were about four million people living at that time. All of that island and all of those people, and that person was right there.</p>
<p>I was a young man. I was 16 and kind of shy. So, it took me a little while to get enough courage to approach someone I did not know. One day I was out on the balcony and I saw him going to the elevator. So, I said, this is the time. I went over to speak with him. Bear in mind that this was about 50 years ago, but I still remember this moment like it was yesterday.</p>
<p>I went over to him as he was waiting for the elevator. I said, “Good morning. A friend of mine told me that you are going to a yoga centre, and I am looking for a spiritual Master.”</p>
<p>He looked at me. He was a young man, maybe in his mid-20s, very nice, very humble, very sweet. The first thing he said to me was, “If you are looking for a Master, I know where you can find the highest Master on earth at this time.”</p>
<p>I was so excited! My eyes opened wide. He said, “He is always in samadhi.” He made his eyes go up like this. I had just read a book on Tibetan yoga that had pictures of Himalayan yogis in trance. I could not believe that this man was telling me about someone like that that I could meet.</p>
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<p>Then he said, “His path is very straight and direct. It is like a blade of grass. If you walk on it directly, it will lead you to the goal. It is very challenging, but you will achieve your goal.”</p>
<p>Everything he was telling me, I had absolute faith in. There was not a trace of doubt or apprehension. I felt his sincerity inwardly and outwardly and I just knew the reality of what he was saying. I knew that it was absolutely true.  </p>
<p>Then he said, “But that's all I'm going to tell you. You have to go there and experience it for yourself to see if he's meant to be your Master. Come to my apartment later on in the evening and I will give you the address.”</p>
<p>Needless to say, I was very excited. I had been anticipating this for some time. When the evening came, I went and knocked on his door. He let me in and said, “Okay, I will go upstairs to get the address.” And he pointed to a picture that was on the wall. It was a small Transcendental, a pocket-sized Transcendental on the wall. He said, “Oh, by the way, that's a picture of my Master, Sri Chinmoy.”</p>
<p>That was my very first time seeing Guru’s Transcendental photograph. Just a simple picture on the wall, and I was looking at it and looking at it. It felt so familiar. At the same time, it felt very ancient, like a great Master from ancient times. I was getting this wonderful feeling from it.</p>
<p>It is hard to put into words. My mind was completely blank. As I kept looking at Guru’s photograph, everything else sort of became in soft focus and disappeared. It was just his beautiful face, just shining. It was really something very magical, very, very mystical.</p>
<p>Then he came downstairs and gave me the address and the days of the meetings. In those days, it was Wednesdays and Sundays. He gave me the name of a disciple: Guru’s first disciple in Puerto Rico, Sudha.</p>
<p>He said, “Go there and introduce yourself. Tell them that I sent you.” He was a medical student, so he could not go to all the meditations. So, he said, “Go there.”</p>
<blockquote>
<p>If you believe in your Inner Pilot<br/>
And can listen to His Dictates,<br/>
Then you do not have to cross oceans<br/>
To find an outer Master.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_azk5chk" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 4, #3291, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_azk5chk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_azk5chk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_azk5chk">1.</a> <a href="http://https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-3291">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 4, #3291, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/very-first-time-i-heard-about-my-spiritual-master">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Listen to Nature</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>Listen to Nature: Living in Harmony with the Earth</em> is a new book which presents a collection of Sri Chinmoy's writings on the environment. Through poetry, prose and question and answers, Sri Chinmoy explains the root of our own environmental crisis, how we can learn to love nature and why there is reason to be hopeful of creating a better future.</p>
<p>The new book has a foreword contributed by Jane Goodall, the renowned primatologist and UN Messenger of Peace.</p>
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<p>[Sri Chinmoy] stresses the need for a deep spiritual connection with the natural world of which we are part and on which we depend.. Let us heed the words of this spiritual teacher before it is too late."</p>
<p><strong>Jane Goodall</strong></p>
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<p>The book also includes several practical meditation exercises, where Sri Chinmoy offers us the opportunity to meditate on aspects of nature we often take for granted. Sri Chinmoy feels that developing this inner connection with Mother Earth not only feeds the natural environment, but can also bring peace to humanity.</p>
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<p>Nature has its own rhythm, its own harmony, its own peace and joy. When you are identified, consciously or unconsciously, with universal Nature, it is all vastness and immensity. There you lose your own outer existence, the feeling that you are separate from other persons. In that state of unified oneness, you become totally one with universal Nature; you become part and parcel of the Vast and the Infinite. You forget your ordinary life, which is your physical frame, your name and your outer existence. In that state, you do not have to make your mind calm and quiet, for the mind is not functioning; you have already become identified with the treasure of universal Nature's consciousness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Whilst Sri Chinmoy expresses his sadness at the way humanity has damaged Mother Earth, he explains this damage to the environment is a manifestation of the division, fear and greed which are predominant in human minds.</p>
<p>At the same time, Sri Chinmoy offers a message of hope, that through prayer, meditation and identification with Mother Earth we can help to heal the planet and restore the natural beauty of earth.</p>
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<p>We must not underestimate the power of spirituality. Prayer and meditation mean new life. When we pray and meditate, at every second we are invoking God’s Compassion. We are saying that Mother Nature is being destroyed. But we have to know that Mother Nature is nothing other than God the creation. We are praying to God the Creator to save God the creation. So He who created this earth can once again create a new creation on the strength of our prayers and meditations.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>This medium sized book is an excellent gift for anyone who has love for our planet and wishes to understand both what is going wrong, but also how we can help to protect and renew our connection with nature.</p>

<p><a href="https://www.heart-light.com/shop/new-listen-to-nature">Heart-Light</a> (USA)</p>
<p><a href="https://verlag-goldenshore.de/en/produkt/listen-to-nature-living-in-harmony-with-earth-2">Goldenshore.de</a> (Europe)</p></div></div>
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<h2>Spiritual experiences on the pandemic frontline</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>These past two years have been extremely difficult for everyone, especially for our healthcare workers. Two nurses who are members of our Centre, Kritagyata Nicholls from New York and Florbela Caniceiro from Portugal, share their experiences of how their spirituality has helped them and the people around them.</strong></p>
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<h2>Hope, courage, endurance and cheerfulness</h2>
<p><em>by Kritagyata Nicholls, New York</em></p>
<p>I am a neonatal and pediatric intensive care nurse, with a background in psychiatric nursing. In 1991, Sri Chinmoy asked me to co-ordinate his humanitarian service programme <strong>The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles</strong> which is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year.</p>
<p>When wondering how we could be of assistance during the onset of the pandemic in March 2020, I recalled my years in the neonatal ICU of Lenox Hill Hospital, where I would silently recite one-line poems of Sri Chinmoy’s while I was working. That one phrase became a powerful vehicle to bring a sense of peace and poise into our daily challenges at the unit.</p>
<p>At the beginning of the pandemic, our team also listened to interviews with doctors and nurses who were working tirelessly in our hospitals to save lives.  They spoke of the need for hope, courage, endurance and cheerfulness.</p>
<p>Researching Sri Chinmoy's poems on these themes, we created <strong>Thoughts for the Day</strong>, which brought inspiring and encouraging words of wisdom to medical teams.  Posters and banners were prepared for hospital Emergency Departments and related services.</p>
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<p>The response was most inspiring from hospitals in Italy, Germany, Russia and the USA. I would never have imaged a huge banner of poetry in an emergency room, yet doctors and nurses found that the wisdom conveyed by these poems was deeply valued by patients and staff, and provided them with hope, strength and encouragement.</p>
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<h3>Our Work with Children</h3>
<p>As a nurse, I saw first-hand how devastating the lockdowns and restrictions were deeply impacting children’s emotional health. Our experience has been over the years, that once children participate in making things better, it empowers them, giving them a sense of fulfilment in the knowledge that their efforts are really making a difference. </p>
<p>After listening to a speech by United Nations Secretary-General António Guterres, on the impact of the pandemic on the lives of children worldwide, and being aware of Sri Chinmoy’s dedicated service to the UN for 37 years, we initiated programmes to connect children in different nations.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/kazakhstanbus.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In Kazakhstan children drew artwork as an expression of gratitude to doctors and nurses. The artwork was displayed as a huge poster at 40 bus stops in the capital city of Nur-Sultan, being placed just before the International Day of Healthcare Workers. The installation will be in place for almost a year.</p>
<p>We have had an ongoing programme called <strong>Drawings of Love</strong> where children send drawings to support children and adults around the world. This year children in Russia created artwork for children undergoing chemotherapy at the Raisa Gorbachev Memorial Institute in St. Petersburg. As both the donor and recipient children were experiencing a lockdown, this mode of communication coordinated by our team was most gratifying for all participants. Messages of encouragement, friendship and comfort were exchanged and turned into slideshows to share via hospital TV with all pediatric patients.     </p>
<h3>Comment by Ambassador Mehrotra</h3>
<p>We had the opportunity recently to tell Ambassador Lakhan Mehrotra, Former High Commissioner from India to Sri Lanka, about our work with hospitals and children, and he said, "Sri Chinmoy’s words act as balm on bruised souls, and inspire those engaged in serving victims of Corona!"</p>
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<h2>The inner connection</h2>
<p><em><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/florbela-portrait.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />a personal story from Florbela from Portugal</em></p>
<p>I have been a nurse for 31 years and a student of the spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy for 12 years. I have been a frontline worker in the fight against the pandemic, either conducting individual or institutional screening tests, treating the sick in their homes, and now most recently doing vaccinations.</p>
<p>The last two years of my life have been like all of us, very difficult. But for health professionals they were beyond difficult. They were frightening and during some periods, absolutely lonely. The move away from our family and the fear of death were always very present.</p>
<p>But what I would like to share with you all, is not the difficult part of this experience, but the fact how much being a student of Sri Chinmoy has helped me personally, and allowed me to help co-workers and – above all – our patients.</p>
<p>Meditating daily gave me the confidence and courage I needed to reassure colleagues that together we would make it! It gave me enough peace to always convey to the patients the relief they needed, for the fear that flooded them.</p>
<p>Reading Sri Chinmoy's books allowed my mind to have a period of rest, optimism, and to be refreshed to continue receiving all the information, which came several times a day and had to be put into practice quickly to protect people. </p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's music made me feel his presence, his concern and love for all of us. It gave me hope!</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's videos were my companion when nothing else made me happy.</p>
<p>The inner connection with my spiritual Master saved me, in the most difficult time I have experienced so far.</p>
<p>But it goes even further. It has enabled me to help many patients during this most challenging time for humanity, and continues daily to enable me to help all the people I care for.</p>
<p>What I have received from Sri Chinmoy during the past 2 years cannot be expressed in words. I can only say: Gratitude! Gratitude for being able to have this life experience, is what I feel inside me the most.</p>
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<h2>A new book about nature and spirituality</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/listen-to-nature-cover.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Listen to Nature: Living in Harmony with the Earth</em> is a new book which presents a collection of Sri Chinmoy's writings on the environment. Through poetry, prose and question and answers, Sri Chinmoy explains the root of our own environmental crisis, how we can learn to love nature and why there is reason to be hopeful of creating a better future.</p>
<p>The new book has a foreword contributed by Jane Goodall, the renowned primatologist and UN Messenger of Peace.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>[Sri Chinmoy] stresses the need for a deep spiritual connection with the natural world of which we are part and on which we depend.. Let us heed the words of this spiritual teacher before it is too late."</p>
<p><strong>Jane Goodall</strong></p>
</blockquote>
<p>The book also includes several practical meditation exercises, where Sri Chinmoy offers us the opportunity to meditate on aspects of nature we often take for granted. Sri Chinmoy feels that developing this inner connection with Mother Earth not only feeds the natural environment, but can also bring peace to humanity.</p>
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<p>Nature has its own rhythm, its own harmony, its own peace and joy. When you are identified, consciously or unconsciously, with universal Nature, it is all vastness and immensity. There you lose your own outer existence, the feeling that you are separate from other persons. In that state of unified oneness, you become totally one with universal Nature; you become part and parcel of the Vast and the Infinite. You forget your ordinary life, which is your physical frame, your name and your outer existence. In that state, you do not have to make your mind calm and quiet, for the mind is not functioning; you have already become identified with the treasure of universal Nature's consciousness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/nature-quote.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Whilst Sri Chinmoy expresses his sadness at the way humanity has damaged Mother Earth, he explains this damage to the environment is a manifestation of the division, fear and greed which are predominant in human minds.</p>
<p>At the same time, Sri Chinmoy offers a message of hope, that through prayer, meditation and identification with Mother Earth we can help to heal the planet and restore the natural beauty of earth.</p>
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<p>We must not underestimate the power of spirituality. Prayer and meditation mean new life. When we pray and meditate, at every second we are invoking God’s Compassion. We are saying that Mother Nature is being destroyed. But we have to know that Mother Nature is nothing other than God the creation. We are praying to God the Creator to save God the creation. So He who created this earth can once again create a new creation on the strength of our prayers and meditations.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>This medium sized book is an excellent gift for anyone who has love for our planet and wishes to understand both what is going wrong, but also how we can help to protect and renew our connection with nature.</p>
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<h2>Exhibition of Sri Chinmoy&#039;s Jharna-Kala art</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A week-long exhibition of artwork by spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy took place in Sofia, Bulgaria in November. Sri Chinmoy began painting mystical artworks in November 1974; he called them <em>Jharna-Kala</em>, which means fountain-art in his mother-language, Bengali. In 1991 he expanded his artwork to include bird drawings representing the freedom of the human soul. Many of the 102 artworks on display in Sofia displayed these bird drawings.</p>
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<p>For me, birds have a very special significance. They embody freedom. We see a bird flying in the sky and it reminds us of our own inner freedom. As I said before, I am a Truth-seeker and a God-lover. So I feel that inside each of us there is an inner existence which we call the soul. The soul, like a bird, flies in the sky of God’s Infinity. So the birds we see flying in the sky remind us of our own soul-bird flying in the sky of Infinity.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_qu362s7" title="Sri Chinmoy answers, part 36, Agni Press, 2004" href="#footnote1_qu362s7">1</a></p>
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<p>The opening night featured a concert of Sri Chinmoy's music performed in Indian classical style by Kanala Auer (Austria, sitar), Sadanand Magee (Ireland, tabla) and Ushika Muckenhummer (Austria, tanpura).  Ambassador of India, Mr. Sanjay Rana and his wife attended the concert as special guests. After the concert, Ambassador Rana said: "We really moved to a different world. Thank you for bringing Indian music to our hearts here in Bulgaria.”</p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_qu362s7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_qu362s7">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sca_36">Sri Chinmoy answers, part 36, </a>Agni Press, 2004</li>
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<h2>It was Christ himself who sent me to Guru</h2>
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<p>I was an ordained Christian minister serving at the Metropolitan Community Church in Manhattan. I had found my “church home” there, and loved the community as well as the opportunity to serve the poor and downtrodden—but I was feeling a lack of spiritual direction for myself.</p>
<p>I began to feel desperate spiritually. Where was I going to find a place to address my personal spiritual growth? How was I going to grow in my walk with God? I couldn’t live without a place to grow emotionally and spiritually. I felt like I was dying inside. I couldn’t stand it anymore.</p>
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<p>Late one evening, I went into my bedroom and sat down to pray. I prayed to Christ and asked him to help me. I needed a new spiritual director. I needed someone who could guide and advise me in my spiritual life. Someone really, really far ahead of me, someone I wouldn’t catch up with in just a few years by learning all that they could teach me. I wanted someone so far ahead of me that I could spend a very long time learning from them.</p>

<p>I felt that my life was meaningless without this kind of spiritual input. I realized that the <em>only</em> thing that mattered was following the Will of God, and I told Christ that this was all I wanted to do. Nothing else mattered—nothing else. I sat in my room and cried. My soul was dying without a context for spiritual direction. In the end, I had no more words except to plead with Christ over and over, “Thy Will be done. Thy Will be done. Thy Will be done.” I repeated these words until I had cried myself into exhaustion and finally fell sleep.</p>
<p>As chairperson of my department at the college I taught at, I had recently hired a new teacher with a spiritual background. Much as I had explored the different denominations of Christian churches in my young college days, I was always interested in hearing about people’s different spiritual experiences and beliefs. So I began to ask about her spiritual life.</p>
<p>She was a student of Sri Chinmoy, an Eastern meditation Master from Bengal, India, with whom she studied meditation. He was based in Queens, New York. She referred to him simply as “Guru,” and said that the students committed to his spiritual teachings (or “path”) were called “disciples.”</p>
<p>I asked about her spiritual lifestyle, what kind of meditation she did, and what that was like. At times she was reticent to say much about her group. But I was interested in spiritual discipline, and nothing that she described about Sri Chinmoy’s path seemed to be a problem. I respected her as someone who could make such a commitment to her spirituality. In turn, she was respectful of my Christian beliefs and church membership. We had many enjoyable conversations about spiritual matters.</p>
<p>She gave me, as a gift, a book by Sri Chinmoy called <em>The Son</em>, about the life of Christ. I was interested to see what an Eastern meditation Master would have to say about Jesus. I thought to myself, “This man, Sri Chinmoy, really knows who and what Christ is.”</p>
<p>I began to think that maybe meditation was something I should get into. Maybe this was my next step on my spiritual journey, to learn to meditate. I began to read some other books by Sri Chinmoy and had no problems with this Eastern form of spirituality. It reminded me of my attraction to Buddhist and Taoist forms of spirituality. I had no thought of joining the group, because, after all, I was a Christian and had dedicated myself to working for Christ in the Church as I was called to do. But the books were illuminating and insightful to me, teaching me more about God.</p>
<p>Eventually, my disciple friend invited me to visit her at her home. We entered into her meditation room. There in the middle was a raised altar of sorts, with a picture of Sri Chinmoy that was known as the “Transcendental” photograph. She invited me to meditate.</p>
<p>I thought, “I can’t relate to this picture. Since Jesus Christ is my spiritual Master, I will meditate on him.” I closed my eyes and began to inwardly chant, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” What was strange was that I had never before prayed in this way. I knew that what I was chanting was called the “Jesus mantra,” but I had never done it before in my prayer life. Yet that was what came to me to do, so I chanted the name of Jesus in silence. It felt right, and comfortable.</p>
<p>Then something remarkable happened. I opened my eyes, and there stood Jesus, visible to my eyes, just to the left side of the shrine. It had been about two years since I had had such an experience of Jesus showing up, and I knew to pay attention.</p>
<p>He was dressed in a white linen robe. He was like a little child full of joy and energy, literally bouncing up and down and filled with joy. He looked at me, pointed at the Transcendental photograph, and said with immense happiness, “This is my Brother. This is my Brother. This is my Brother!” He spoke the words with triumph and delight, emanating joy and light. He then disappeared.</p>
<p>I was silenced, within and without. I took into my heart what I had seen and heard, and held it there. My first thought after the experience was, “So there is no harm in this man.” Sri Chinmoy, clearly, was a holy man.</p>
<p>Late that evening, my friend drove me home to Brooklyn. I was still quietly pondering my experience. About halfway home, my friend broke the silence. She said hesitantly, “You know, I grew up Jewish and, well, I never really felt any relationship with the Christ. But while we were meditating, I felt this presence in the room. At first I thought it was Guru, but it didn’t feel like him. And I don’t know how I know this, but it felt like maybe it was the Christ’s presence. I thought maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were there.” This last portion of the sentence was delivered in a rush.</p>
<p>Just when I was beginning to entertain the thought that maybe I had somehow made up the entire experience, and it was all just going on in my head, she said this. Now I knew that in fact, it had happened. We both had had experiences of the Christ at the same time, although in different ways.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/experiences/1988-washington-concert.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />About 10 days days later, I heard that Guru would be at the Whole Life Expo in Manhattan. So I attended the Expo with my disciple friend. This would be the first time I would have an opportunity to see Guru in person. In the large meeting room there, when it was Guru’s turn to take the stage, I saw a seemingly slight man dressed in a subtle blue robe-like garment come out from the side curtain and begin to move slowly toward the elevated platform. My attention was immediately caught as I realized I was looking at Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>As I watched him, I thought to myself, “He is all surrender. He is all humility.” I was stunned and awed by what I was seeing. It seemed to me that every move he made was from this surrendered space that I had briefly glimpsed. He was living in that form of spiritual surrender that I wanted so much to learn to be in. I could see that every movement and every breath came from that space.</p>
<p>And he was all humility. He had perfected surrender to the Will of God in every moment—and I was watching him manifest it. I felt immediately inside the very depths of my being that this man was truly another avatar. Like Christ. Like Buddha. Like Krishna. An incarnation of God. Divinity fully expressed in human form.</p>
<p>It took a few other experiences for me to know that I was meant to join Sri Chinmoy's path, but in the end, it was Christ himself who sent me to Guru.</p>
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<p>If your heart is crying for a real Master, then you are bound to feel something when you stand in front of one. And if you find your own Master, you will find everything that you need in this life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ps48fz1" title="The inner world and the outer world, Agni Press, 1988" href="#footnote1_ps48fz1">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ps48fz1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ps48fz1">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/iow-52">The inner world and the outer world</a>, Agni Press, 1988</li>
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<h2>An example of Guru&#039;s inner guidance</h2>
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<p>The purpose of life is to manifest the highest Truth which we embody. First we have to see the Truth and feel the Truth. Then we have to reveal and manifest the Truth.<br/>
<strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong></p>
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<p>Guru says that meditation and manifestation go hand in hand. When I have a manifestation project that is really important, my meditation becomes even more important as well. Anything that Guru has allowed me to work on in manifestation, any really important project, has only succeeded by Guru’s direct intervention and Guru’s grace.</p>
<p>When Guru was in the physical, after my meditation every single morning, almost every morning, Guru would call me on the phone. I had a special phone that Guru gave me. It was just for him, it was his phone. He would call usually at 6:30 or 7:00 in the morning and ask me, “What news?” and then give me advice. Really, I was sharing news with Guru, but he was blessing me and guiding me and doing everything through his Blessings and his spiritual Light.</p>
<p>Also my name means ‘eagerness’, but nobody in the universe had more eagerness to manifest the Supreme than Guru. When we had good news in manifestation, Guru got so happy. If you serve Guru through manifestation based on your inner connection to Guru, you serve outwardly other people. And you have to know that it makes Guru so happy.</p>

<p>One beautiful example, I will give you.  A few years ago, I was so eager, eager to have a statue in East Timor. It is a small island that used to be a part of Indonesia. The people are mostly Roman Catholic and they were terribly mistreated by the Indonesians.<br/>
It was 2013. I was inspired because we were going back to Indonesia and I wanted to try for a statue of Guru in East Timor.</p>
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<p>I tried to call the former Prime Minister. I called his phone number, but there was no answer. They were saying “wrong number” and I could not get through. I looked on the Internet and found a cell phone number. I dialed it but again could not get through. I tried other numbers but I could never get through. In fact, I could not get through to any number in East Timor. It was getting closer and closer to the time when we were going to have the Christmas Trip and I became more and more intense. I wanted so badly to reach this former Prime Minister.</p>
<p>Just as an example of how meditation and manifestation go together, I was meditating in the morning and I was basically praying to Guru: “Guru, please help me, because I cannot get the number. Please, you must help me.”</p>
<p>I was sitting at my shrine and I could hear Guru tell me, “Good boy, just put a seven.”</p>
<p>I said, “Guru, put a seven? What does that mean? I am happy to put a seven, but where?”<br/>
Guru just said again, “Put a seven, put a seven.”</p>
<p>I said, “Yes, Guru, I will do it.” </p>
<p>I could hear Guru saying to me, “No, no, now, now.”</p>
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<p>I got up from my shrine, went to my desk and started to call the number. All right, I will just put a seven. I pressed the number seven and the rest of the phone number.</p>
<p>I was overwhelmed because the line started to ring and this man answered the phone with a deep voice: “Hello?” I recognized that it was the voice of the former Prime Minister. It was him!</p>
<p>I told him the story, that we were coming and we would love to have a statue of Sri Chinmoy. He was just so happy and said, “Bring it, bring it. We will find a nice place.”<br/>
I came back to my shrine and started to cry out of gratitude to Guru. It is all Guru’s miracles and Guru’s love.</p>
<p>This is a beautiful example of how meditation and manifestation go hand in hand.</p>
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<p>During your deep meditation,<br/>
If you receive a message from within,<br/>
Then spontaneously, sleeplessly<br/>
And with utmost humility and devotion,<br/>
Try to manifest it into reality.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_mm1j2cc" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16, #15214, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_mm1j2cc">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_mm1j2cc"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_mm1j2cc">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-15214">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16</a>, #15214, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<h2>Spiritual Masters do not die</h2>
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<p>Here is a very short but extremely significant story.</p>
<p>One day Guru had invited us to ask questions, and one of the girls came up and began to ask, “Guru, when Sri Ramakrishna died . . .”</p>
<p>Guru immediately interrupted her and said, “Spiritual Masters do not die. They leave the body but they never, never die.”</p>
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<p>Oh, where is death?<br/>
No death, no death.<br/>
All-where I see God’s<br/>
Nectar-Breath.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_90xcjfi" title="Enthusiasm, part 8, 2005" href="#footnote1_90xcjfi">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_90xcjfi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_90xcjfi">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent-937">Enthusiasm, part 8, 2005</a></li>
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<p>Guru had come to San Francisco for many things, but one of the things was to visit Ananda Fuara, a really good restaurant they have out there. There were many people there from all over the West Coast. Of course, not everybody could fit into the restaurant. It wasn&#39;t big enough. So I was standing outside with the group of people.</p>
<p>Finally Guru came out and he was blessing us with his hand and smiling. Everybody was really happy. Guru got into the car that was waiting. Then Guru got out of the car and started walking towards me. I actually looked behind me to see if there is somebody more important standing there. But there wasn&#39;t. Guru walked up about six feet away from me and looked at me with half-closed eyes. He said, &ldquo;You will not swim the channel? You will not swim the English Channel?&rdquo; Then Guru turned around and slowly walked back to the car and they drove away.</p>

<p>So I decided I should try to start training that day in San Francisco. The water in the bay is very cold. It&rsquo;s the same temperature as the English Channel. I went down to the bay and left my clothes and my shoes on the sidewalk. I went in and I swam for about 15 minutes. When I came out, I saw that someone had stolen my shoes. I was absolutely freezing, I was shaking uncontrollably. I got into the car and turned on the heater and tried to get warm.</p>
<p>I just I had no idea how anybody could possibly spend&hellip; I mean, some people had taken 20 hours to swim the English Channel. I&#39;m thinking, &ldquo;How do they do it? How do they stay in that water for 20 hours?&rdquo; Well, part of the secret is that you&#39;re moving and you&#39;re creating heat, like when you&#39;re out running in the cold. But still, it&#39;s really a mystery to me.</p>
<p>But Guru said, &ldquo;You have to eat. You have to eat more. Eat more.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So up above where I was swimming is a tourist area with many restaurants, like Taco Bell, Mrs. Field&rsquo;s chocolate chip cookies and so on. I would get in the water for an hour, get out, go up to those stores and just stuff my face with food. Then I would get back in the water and do that a few times. And it was starting to work. I got to about three hours.</p>
<p>Then Ashrita came out there to do an aqua pogo record in the bay and he was in there for hours. I think he might have had a wetsuit on. I was with him, swimming around back and forth. This really inspired me, and one time I stayed in for five hours.</p>
<p>I did swim the English Channel in 1988. I was the seven hundredth person, which was a low number at the time to do it. And, you know, the real problem was that I didn&#39;t really know how to swim. It took me three years to succeed and make it across.</p>
<p>The first time I was in Dover, there was a big storm, a force 7 storm. After a certain amount of time, they made me get out of the water because the boat&mdash;which was a really big boat, about 50 feet long&mdash;was going up 10 feet and down 10 feet. They were afraid it was going to hit me. So I had to get out.</p>
<p>The second time I did a lot more training. But I have to say my swimming stroke really wasn&#39;t that good. The channel is twenty-one miles across, and my swimming stroke just wasn&#39;t good enough.</p>
<p>When I was training for the third time, I finally got some help with my swimming stroke. A lifeguard at a pool in New York told me a few things and said, &ldquo;Come back in a week.&rdquo; Then he told me something else. And finally, I had learned some secrets because a really good swimming stroke is actually quite complicated.</p>
<p>So here&#39;s what happened. I am over in Dover by myself. And when the weather looks like it&#39;s going to get good and the tide is low, the captain of the boat who is going to take you calls and says, &ldquo;We&#39;re on for tomorrow. It&#39;s going to happen tomorrow.&rdquo; &nbsp;</p>
<p>It&#39;s pretty intense because then you wake up at maybe midnight and you get all your stuff ready. You call a taxi cab and then you drive to the top of a very high cliff, the White Cliffs of Dover.</p>
<p>It&#39;s quite a strange transition. You get out of the taxi with your helpers and a couple of boxes of food and things. Then you have to walk down about two hundred stairs. As you are walking down these really long stairs to get down to the beach, you have a lot of time to think. You&#39;re looking across. It is a pretty good day. You can see lights way in the distance. And again, the different parts of your being&hellip; Your mind goes, &ldquo;Oh my God!&rdquo; Your mind and your vital are kind of freaking out, but your heart and soul say, &ldquo;Oh, it&#39;s not that far. I think it&#39;ll be okay.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So I&#39;m down on the beach and taking off my warm-up suit and everything, but it&#39;s pretty cold out. It&#39;s 4:00 in the morning and I&#39;ve just got a regular speedo suit on, a small bathing suit, and the handlers start putting grease on me. The grease comes in tubs that you buy at the pharmacy. It is called channel swimming grease, something like one hundred grams of it. And they&#39;re smearing a couple of these tubs of grease all on you. You have to be very careful you don&#39;t get it around your head. It&#39;s very greasy. If your head gets greasy, your goggles might not be able to stay on. They might start rubber-banding off your head because it&#39;s too slippery. So, you know, I&#39;m getting ready, and all of a sudden&hellip; I kid you not. A beam of light comes out of the sky and right through the top of my head. A column of light is coming down from above and through my head just as I was standing on the beach, getting ready to start.</p>
<p>So that lasts about as long as I could handle it. I am extremely charged up and the captain on the boat comes out on the deck. There&#39;s all these lights on the boat so I can see them him easily. He signals me to start. So I wade into the water and start swimming. I&#39;s about four, four thirty in the morning. I&rsquo;m swimming out and the grease works pretty good for maybe an hour and I don&#39;t feel too much cold. Then it all starts to peel off.</p>
<p>Every hour they come out and give you some food. Usually it&#39;s hot tea and some kind of pastry, and you literally have 10 seconds to cram this pastry in your mouth and drink the tea down. My helpers would come out on deck. We have many pictures of Guru and they stand out on the deck holding different pictures of Guru and inspiring photos. Whenever I would turn my head to breathe, I could see them. There is kind of an art to swimming with the boat. I get in sync with the boat and as I&rsquo;m swimming along I am able to look at Guru. I realise that whatever I can do, I have to stay in your highest consciousness because that&#39;s where time kind of stands still. Time isn&#39;t this really long line when you&#39;re in your heart. So I would say for anybody, but especially for the disciples, to stay in your heart is to not have to fight the battle in quite the same way, certainly, that you would if you&#39;re in your mind or your vital.</p>
<p>After about six, seven, eight hours, I am getting some food next to the boat, and my handler points and says, &ldquo;Turn around and look!&rdquo; I can see it was daylight and I can see France. I can see a place there called Cap Vernet with a really big white house. It looks close, but I know that it is still pretty far away.</p>
<p>So I keep swimming, keep swimming. It is getting closer and I can actually see there&#39;s some high cliffs on the other side. But the problem is the land comes to a point. So if you don&#39;t hit that point or get inside the point, the land drops away and you keep getting farther away. Then the tide changes one more time and it is pushing me away from the land.</p>
<p>I can see on my right, when I take a breath, the lighthouse and the cliff getting closer and closer. But then sometimes I look and I am farther away. So I am caught right in the currents. Each tide takes six hours. This is my third attempt to swim the English Channel after training for three years and I&rsquo;m doing okay. I still feel pretty good. I&#39;m going to sit in here and just swim in place for six hours if I have to.</p>
<p>I absolutely do not want to do that, but I am prepared to do it if necessary. Then I start taking really, really long strokes and swimming as powerfully as I can. Some of the things that my lifeguard friend had taught me are absolutely, absolutely helping that to happen. Before leaving for the third time to swim the channel, I had trained in New York for six Sundays in a row. Each Sunday I would swim 16 miles. I would go to a reservoir every Sunday and swim 16 miles for six Sundays in a row. That was my training.</p>
<p>In the Bible, there&#39;s a famous saying that says the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Guru had actually said something almost exactly like it. He said, &ldquo;The souls are willing, but the minds and the bodies are weak.&rdquo; I had taken that to heart and did all this long training. My mind at that point is thinking, well, I can swim all day because of these long training swims. And I keep swimming harder and harder. And then I actually notice that I am making progress. Probably Guru is totally involved with me being able to do that and not staying out another six hours. But I am making progress and I get inside of the point where the lighthouse is. I get inside of the land.</p>
<p>Finally, as I am swimming in, there is a boat there that has just finished a relay swim. These people have just swum as a team in a relay. They are celebrating on the boat, popping champagne and laughing and shouting and cheering. And I swim right by them. I think at that moment, that&#39;s the only time in my whole swimming career that I feel like my actual swimming stroke is really good. I feel very, very good, very controlled, very coordinated.</p>
<p>I tell myself I&#39;m going to swim in until my hand touches. And then my hand touches the sandy bottom. It&#39;s almost impossible to describe the feeling. It&#39;s very electrifying. And I try to stand up. Of course, my eardrums are cold and everything. I fall over a couple of times but finally I stand up and struggle on to the beach.</p>
<p>There is a couple there with their children having a picnic. At that time, I am a little bit fat. I am over two hundred pounds, about two hundred and twenty pounds. This fat, really red guy covered with grease, all swollen&hellip; because when you throw your hands forward for 13 hours, all the blood rushes to your hand. Everything gets fat. So this guy comes out of the water and crashes their picnic, but they are pretty happy to see me. I think they realise what is going on. It is rather extraordinary for them. And the French coast is absolutely beautiful. It&#39;s like an impressionist painting.</p>
<p>It is four minutes after 6:00 when I get out of the water with an elapsed time of 13 hours and four minutes, which is a pretty good middle of the road time. It&#39;s not 20 hours or 24 hours. There have been people who have landed in the dark, right at the cliff. They had to get out of the water and walk across the rocks through tidal pools in the dark and touch the wall. That&#39;s the rule of the channel swimming association. I managed to escape that fate.</p>
<p>The captain of the boat that went with me and guided me is extremely happy. He is wearing a suit but he gets into this little dinghy that has a bunch of water in the bottom and rides to the shore. I meditate for a while, but then we start celebrating. I pick up a bunch of rocks on the shore to bring back and give to people as souvenirs. I&#39;m not sure why I am inspired to do that, but I start loading these rocks into the little boat. Then we head out to the main boat and go back to England.</p>
<p>In the boat, I feel very happy. Finally, after three years, I have gone from a kind of non-swimmer to a pretty good swimmer. In the way back in the boat, something comes to my mind from inside of me. I think, &ldquo;Oh, good. Now I can go mountain climbing.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So on October 1st, 1988, Guru honoured me for crossing the channel. Guru said, &ldquo;I am so proud of you. Failures are the pillars of success. My three hundred pound lift was the proof that failure is nothing, nothing, nothing.<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_t7q1pen" title="Sri Chinmoy attempted 212 times to lift 300 pounds before succeeding." href="#footnote1_t7q1pen">1</a> So please, if you have failed, never give up.&nbsp; Here is the radiant example.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Determination within,<br/>
Determination without<br/>
At every moment!<br/>
Lo, unimaginable achievements Are within your easy reach.<br/>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_i3bdra8" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 76,&nbsp;#7585, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote2_i3bdra8">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_t7q1pen"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_t7q1pen">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy attempted 212 times to lift 300 pounds before succeeding.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_i3bdra8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_i3bdra8">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-7585">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 76</a>,&nbsp;#7585, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>The inner life and the outer life go together</h2>
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<p>Guru was constantly trying to get the disciples to bring our consciousness up, and in particular to identify more with him.</p>
<p>We meditate; we sit in front of Guru’s picture and we try to identify with his consciousness. While he was on earth it was the same thing. Guru tried to get us to understand that the inner life and the outer life go together. At the time there were a couple of ways that Guru would try to convince our minds and let us realize that this is what we need to do every minute when we’re talking, when we’re working. It is consciousness; it is trying to bring consciousness up.</p>
<p>So Guru had a couple of things we could do. One was what he called the Inspiration Society. You could join the club if you were willing and wanted to do it for your own inspiration. Guru was practising running, so for each mile he ran, you would pay one penny. Guru also said it would inspire him to run more. </p>
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<p>Each week Guru would report how many miles he had run that week, each day. At the meditation Saturday or Sunday, he would announce to the disciples how far he had run. Those in the club would offer a penny for each mile. It sounds kind of silly, but Guru said that it would encourage him to run more and be more fit, and therefore it would also encourage the disciples to run and do exercise more regularly themselves.</p>
<p>So that’s the connection I’m talking about. This happened over many years, in different ways, on different occasions. Disciples would lose interest and these clubs would disappear, so Guru would create another way. Guru was trying to make that connection with him to bring our consciousness up.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/inner-life-and-outer-life-go-together">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Showing a video to the Prime Minister of Nepal</h2>
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<p><em>Mridanga was the videographer for many of the events that took place in Sri Chinmoy's life.</em></p>
<p>We were in Nepal for the Sri Chinmoy Peace Nation dedication. We had the ceremony, which was very nice. The Prime Minister came, big shots came, and the next day Guru gave the Prime Minister the U Thant Peace Award.</p>
<p>When meeting big shots, I would check and double-check and recheck the equipment, and normally I would bring a backup camera, just in case, because many, many things could go wrong. Actually, I don’t think ever there were any major problems, but there was an enormous amount of stress beforehand for me. I never really enjoyed the meetings because I was so focused on checking that everything was working. </p>

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<p>That was a very difficult day because whenever Guru gave the U Thant award, Guru wanted to show the U Thant video. I had brought that video cassette with me to Nepal, but the videotape had gone missing. After the ceremony the tape was gone.</p>
<p>So I asked the hotel staff, I looked through their electronics room, but they were very unhelpful. I knew, oh God, that Guru was going to be unhappy.</p>
<p>So, the next day we went through all the security into the Prime Minister’s house. I was already there filming with my camera when Guru’s car came in. I started to film, but the camera went blank, and I’m, like, oh God, all these things today! I reset the camera, which was a Canon XL1. The lenses had come loose, and some other things. I was frantically trying everything, resetting, and thank God it finally started recording.</p>
<p>The event continued on, and it was very nice, but all the time in the back of my mind I was thinking: “Guru’s going to want to show the video and we don’t know where it is.”</p>
<p>The event outside finished and Guru went into the Prime Minister’s house. Guru was sitting with the Prime Minister in this room, and I was filming. Then Guru said, “Please show the U Thant film.”</p>
<p>I said, “I’m sorry, Guru, the tape went missing from the hotel.” Guru gave me this look, and I was like, oh God…</p>
<p>But then the Prime Minister called me over and he said to me, “Which hotel?” He asked me the situation of its disappearance, and then he called over one of his assistants.</p>
<p>We found out much later when we came back to the hotel, that the staff had suddenly changed. Suddenly they became very helpful. “What did you say? What did you say? A government minister came and told us there would be a police report, a whole police investigation. We have to find this tape!’”</p>
<p>Saudamini, who was our contact with Nepal, raced back to the hotel and brought the tape to us. Well, of course, that all takes time. So, Guru had the singers singing and Guru was chatting with the Prime Minister. They got on very, very well. Guru was very comfortable with him. All his assistants wanted him to leave because he had other events that day, but he was happy to stay with Guru.</p>
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<p>Well, the videotape arrived and of course, you would expect there to be a television and a video machine in a president’s or a prime minister’s house. But then we realised there wasn’t one. Oh God. But luckily, Prajapati, a Nepali disciple who is a teacher said, “I know someone who lives on this street.”</p>
<p>So, he and I literally ran out of the Prime Minister’s house down the street, and he bang, bang, banged on this big gate.</p>
<p>Now, I found out later that he did not really know this person. He had met him once, and when the door opened, it was the person’s wife. The disciple spoke in Nepali, so I couldn’t understand. I could just understand the words “Prime Minister” and “television.”</p>
<p>So Prajapati and I ran into the house and upstairs where the teenage son was watching television and I just took the television. He was watching TV, but he was so nice. I grabbed the TV and Prajapati took the VHS machine, and we ran back down the street to the Prime Minister’s house.</p>
<p>We just ran right through the security. They didn’t check us or anything. We ran into the room, and I plugged it in. The government aides were saying, “Oh, no, no, no, there’s no time!”</p>
<p>I just ignored them and plugged in the TV and VCR. They turned on, they turned off. Oh, no! The power supply was very basic in Nepal, so I had to hold the plugs in against the wall while the video was playing.</p>
<p>But then it all worked. Everything went well. And I felt such relief and joy that I could do this for Guru.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/showing-video-prime-minister-nepal">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The happiest I&#039;ve ever been</h2>
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<p>My name is Gabriele. I grew up in Italy and a few years ago I moved to San Diego, California, where I now live. I’m going to tell you a story that happened to me about three years ago. It changed my life, so it’s very significant to me.</p>
<p>It was a Saturday afternoon, so I went for lunch at Jyoti-Bihanga restaurant here in San Diego. They were organising a water station for the following day’s race -- the San Diego marathon.</p>
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<p>That day I felt particularly inspired to do something for the community, with the community. Sure enough, the opportunity came along. I thought, “These guys are looking for volunteers for the race and I would like to be part of it”. </p>
<p>So I talked to the gentleman sitting outside, Mahiyan, and asked him if I could join in. He hooked me up with Vasudha, and she said, “Come along. It will be great to have you!”</p>
<p>The following morning at 5:30 a.m. I met them at the water station, and we set up. We were given instructions on how to go about the race. My duty was to sweep the street of the plastic bottles and anything that was in the way of the runners. As you know, there is such a fantastic energy at the race. Everybody chips in, runners and volunteers. It was a really nice build-up.</p>

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<p>I remember this particular moment when I saw a man pushing his son in a wheelchair. I felt a connection with him when I saw in his face an expression of absolute determination and will power to accomplish his goal of finishing the race. That connected me to everybody else around me. I started feeling such oneness with the runners and the volunteers and the cheerers. The whole energy was just so powerful and inspiring. I felt one with everyone around me. I just saw that everything was so luminous and bright. </p>
<p>Everything that I had strived for all my life, which was that oneness, came all at once and I felt it right inside my heart. It was so overwhelming that my mind could not understand what was going on. But it definitely was the happiest moment I’ve had in my whole life.</p>
<p>The race is called the Rock and Roll Marathon because there is music throughout the whole course.  I remember that the Jyoti-Bihanga water station had flute music composed and performed by Sri Chinmoy playing, and close to us there was some Latin music that was very dynamic and loud. I was trying to sweep the side of the street that was closer to the flute music. Somehow that openness of heart was being fed by the flute music. The more I heard it, the more I could take it in. It was feeding that connection and that presence that showed up in my heart in that moment.</p>
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<p>That same day I saw the future in front of me. I knew and felt what I was about to do. I didn’t know exactly what it was and I didn’t understand it, but I knew that I had to continue feeding this connection and presence in my heart.</p>
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<p>I walked home and I ended my marriage that same day. The following day I showed up at Jyoti-Bihanga restaurant and I asked the disciples if I could hang out in the restaurant for some time. The more I read Sri Chinmoy’s books, the more I felt that thrill in my heart was being fed. It was increasing and expanding, and I realised that this is what I want more of. This is what I want. So I went for it.</p>
<p>I must say that everybody at the restaurant was super welcoming and super nice and would only bring me the bill after I asked for it. Even if I hung out for three hours, nobody would come and talk to me unless it was to see if I was okay. I never felt any pressure. I felt welcome to stick around and keep doing what I was doing. I felt huge respect.</p>
<p>Soon after that I asked Mahiyan, “Can I join the Centre? I feel a strong connection with you guys and I would like to pursue this Path.” </p>
<p>One anecdote I would like to add. When all of this was going on, there was a lot of confusion and doubt in my head. I called a friend: “Can we meet in the park and can we talk?” Of course, he said yes. I was telling him about my experience and my doubts. Does this mean I have to go to India and look for a teacher? This teacher, he’s called Sri Chinmoy. Is he the one?</p>
<p>I remember that during our discussion he left for a few minutes, and while he was gone, I opened my Instagram account. I swear, the first post that showed up was one of Sri Chinmoy’s quotes. It was something along these lines: “Hesitation lengthens the road indefinitely.” That really talked to me. It was like, “Dude, can you not see it?”<br/>
I really jumped on that train and said, “Okay, I trust this and I will go with it.” I filled out my application to join the Centre. While I was waiting for the answer, I called up another friend who was already part of the Centre and said, “These guys are not getting back to me. I am afraid. What if they say no? I’ve decided to commit and be a part of it, so I’m hoping they say yes.” Sure enough, a few days later they said yes. </p>
<p>Three years later, I can say that I have been the happiest I have ever been. I’m the most open I have ever been and I’ve reached peaks of happiness that I didn’t even know existed, so I’m very grateful to everyone who has welcomed me with open arms and open hearts. I feel that I have a big family around me and lots of friends from all over the world. Lots of inspiring people, creative and talented. I feel guided every day. In every step I take, I feel an inner guidance and an inner presence that as I continue my meditation and my practice, keeps expanding. I feel very fulfilled and grateful.</p>
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<p>Open the gates of a new life.<br/>
You will be happy.<br/>
Close the gates of your old life.<br/>
You will be happy.<br/>
Offer your service-light to God in man.<br/>
You will be happy.<br/>
Offer your satisfaction-promise to man in God.<br/>
You will be happy.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_nzjs4ea" title="Transcendence-Perfection, #475, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_nzjs4ea">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_nzjs4ea"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_nzjs4ea">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/tp-475">Transcendence-Perfection</a>, #475, Agni Press, 1975</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/happiest-ive-ever-been">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How Sri Chinmoy came to meet with Mother Teresa</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In 1994, the first time Guru met with Mother Teresa, he was moved in every way. This was not the very first time, but it was the first time that Guru had a longer meeting.</p>
<p>This meeting was October 1st, 1994.  So I wanted to tell you the story of how it happened. Starting in 1994, Guru began asking me to call Mother Teresa and give messages to her—very, very sweet messages. She in turn would give very sweet messages of her love for Guru and gratitude to Guru.</p>
<p>Guru would give a New Year’s Message every year. In 1994 his message said it was the year of destruction. Most of the time the message for the year was very positive, but this particular year Guru said was extremely dangerous, and we had to be very careful. Usually Guru travelled quite a bit outside of the United States. He would go to many countries, but in that year, it was already September, and Guru had not gone to any other country by then.</p>
<p>Guru asked me toward the end of September, “Please, I would like you to go to Rome and arrange for me to meet with Mother Teresa.” I told the nuns that I was coming and I would be so grateful to come to pray with Mother Teresa and then speak with her briefly after the prayer.</p>

<p>The nuns said yes I could come, and they told me what day. I came with an Italian disciple whose name is Subimal. We came together and prayed. You cannot imagine where we came to pray.  Wherever Mother Teresa was, wherever her nuns were, was always a very simple place.  Where we came to pray it was very, very simple. No heat, not even running water. It was a very simple place. They did not have pillows; they just sat on the floor. Mother Teresa also sat on the floor in the very, very back.</p>
<p>They had a beautiful prayer session, and they were singing songs like we sing Guru’s songs. They were singing songs that Mother Teresa had written. The prayer was over and the Sister, a very sweet Sister, said, “Mother Teresa is in the other room and you may come to speak with her.”</p>
<p>You can imagine what I was praying for during the prayer with the Sisters. The whole time I was praying to Guru to please give me the capacity to speak well to Mother and that she would meet with Guru. I did not want to fail, I was so eager to succeed for Guru.</p>
<p>So I went up to Mother Teresa and I bowed to her and got on my knees. She was sitting in a chair—I can see her even now, looking at me with so much love and so much compassion. I said, “Mother, Mother, your dear brother-friend Sri Chinmoy, your dear brother is coming to see you on Sunday. I pray you will be able to give Him a few minutes.  He is coming all the way from New York. He made his reservations, and he is coming to Rome. He would be so grateful to see you and show you his love and to honour you.”</p>
<p>Mother looked at me and said, “Oh my God, I am so sorry, but that day I will be in Albania. I will not be back until the evening, about 5:30 or 6:00. I am flying back that evening and it will be too late. I will be arriving at the airport, but not till the evening, I am so sorry.”</p>
<p>This was such a shock that I literally started to cry. “Mother, Mother, I beg of you, can you see him even for a few minutes when you come back that night?” I was literally crying; I had tears in my eyes.</p>
<p>Mother Teresa looked down at me with so much compassion and love, and she said, “Oh do not cry, do not cry! Okay, okay, I will happily see Sri Chinmoy.”</p>
<p>I was so happy! I said, “Mother, Mother, I am so grateful to you!” She gave me a huge smile and she was very happy.</p>
<p>I remember after the prayer I called Guru immediately on his special line and told him. He was so happy, so happy!</p>
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<p>The moment I come<br/>
And stand in Mother Teresa's blessingful presence,<br/>
I see nothing but waves of smiles<br/>
Flowing from her compassion-flooded eyes.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gkgl18d" title="Mother Teresa: Humanity’s Flower-Heart, Divinity’s Fragrance-Soul, part 1, #30, Agni Press, 1997" href="#footnote1_gkgl18d">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gkgl18d"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gkgl18d">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mt-30">Mother Teresa: Humanity’s Flower-Heart</a>, Divinity’s Fragrance-Soul, part 1, #30, Agni Press, 1997</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-sri-chinmoy-came-meet-mother-teresa">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Such a thrill I got in my heart</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>When I was 17, I heard music by disciples of Guru. The music drew me, and I learned more about them and therefore I learned about Guru. Slowly I became friends with disciples, and then I wrote Guru asking to become a disciple.</p>
<p>It took three months before I got a letter back. The letter was funny, it was very peculiar. It said, “To you I offer my heart’s love, concern, and gratitude. Guru.”</p>
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<p>I am kind of embarrassed to say now, but at the time I was living maybe 1000km from New York. I didn’t know disciples near me and I didn’t understand Guru’s letter. I asked to be a disciple and then I got this in the mail. I wrote back a letter and said I don’t understand.</p>
<p>Again, it was three months. It was a long time, and then I got another letter and it said exactly the same thing. There was a picture in with the letter, but the letter said the exact same thing.</p>
<p>But this time Guru had written ‘Guru’ by hand. I felt such a thrill. Then I knew. At that point I knew. Such a thrill I got in my heart. Then I knew.</p>
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<p>My longings make me poor and weak,<br/>
  They hear not my secret Will.<br/>
Ever they hate my quest supreme,<br/>
  Away they take my thrill.</p>
<p>A day shall come, I know it well,<br/>
  When all desires of mine<br/>
Will seek Thy Grace and Thee alone.<br/>
  I then in Thee shall shine.</p>
<p>I will be above the fruits of deeds.<br/>
  Thy blue Compassion-Eye<br/>
Will guide my heart and soul, my all.<br/>
  In Thee my past shall die.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>My First Friendship with the Muse</em></p>
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<p>Today I was reading aphorisms from the <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_10">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees series</a>, which I consider personally Sri Chinmoy's magnum opus. Usually I read fifty of them (it only takes about five minutes) before picking up another book.</p>
<p>Today I ran through one hundred and fifty without a pause and was dumbstruck with silence and beauty:</p>
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<p>Eventually<br/>
Everybody’s life-possession<br/>
Shall end in<br/>
Infinity’s Nothingness.</p>
<hr/>
<p>To me, a self-giving<br/>
And self-effacing thought<br/>
Is, indeed, a perfect prayer.</p>
<hr/>
<p>God has given me<br/>
Two sleeplessly God-dreaming eyes,<br/>
And I have given Him<br/>
My gratitude-heart-tears<br/>
In return.</p>
<hr/>
<p>To feel God’s Love,<br/>
Always keep<br/>
A simplicity-life,<br/>
A purity-heart<br/>
And<br/>
A sincerity-mind.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Not my capacity,<br/>
But my Lord’s<br/>
Unconditional Compassion<br/>
Has enabled me to have<br/>
An illumination-mind,<br/>
Compassion-heart<br/>
And<br/>
Oneness-life.</p>
<hr/>
<p>When I give my Lord<br/>
All my weaknesses,<br/>
He tells me that<br/>
He wants to claim them<br/>
As His own<br/>
Before He strengthens them.</p>
<hr/>
<p>May my aspiration-heart-bell<br/>
Ring every morning<br/>
And every evening<br/>
Like a temple bell.</p>
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<p>And to finish it off:</p>
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<p>I smile to make<br/>
Thee smile.<br/>
I weep to make<br/>
Thee weep.<br/>
All deeds of mine invoke<br/>
Thy nameless, sun-vast sweep.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>My First Friendship with the Muse</em></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/dumbstruck-silence-and-beauty">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>An Eastern Yogi who was here to teach me</h2>
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<p>When I heard this and read this, I started to breathe heavily, I do not know what happened, but suddenly I was not anymore in the bed, but I was traveling through a tunnel and very, very far away. There was a dot of light, and we were traveling very fast through the tunnel towards this dot of light. Slowly, slowly as we approached, the dot became very big. We were just about to reach the light. At that moment, a thought came to me, very powerful: maybe you will die when you go out of this tunnel, and maybe you have to. You can still stop. Immediately, a very strong energy came to the fore from inside and said, “No, let's go!”</p>
<p>I was entering into this light out of the tunnel and the next moment, I was floating like a cloud in a vast white space. I felt at home, completely comfortable and well, and everything was only white light everywhere. I do not know how long I was there. But afterwards, I remembered this, of course, and I wanted to go there again.</p>
<p>It felt exactly like when (later) as a disciple, I had a very good meditation. But I was not used to it; I was only 15 and I had no idea about meditation. So, every evening when I came back from school, I was lying on my bed and trying to enter this world that I had experienced. Then I could observe something that was happening in my brain.</p>
<p>There was like a light going from one side to the other, and at some point, it met a string from the other side and then there was a little lightning. When that connection was done, I was able to think new thoughts. This happened quite a few times, and I was going to a whole new world inside. It seemed to me I could observe how my capacity to be aware and be conscious was expanding.</p>
<p>One evening, I saw the face of a person, of a man, and behind it, a group of people, but not clearly. One group was white and one group was colourful. But I could not see them precisely. Only the face was clear. This face was very beautiful and also quite young. It was clear to me this was a Yogi, and he was my teacher. I had never read about yogis; I had never heard about yogis. But it was clear to me. This was an Eastern Yogi who was here to teach me.</p>
<p>Later, when I became a disciple, it was clear that I had seen Guru and I had seen the disciples, the boys wearing white and the girls wearing colours. From that time on, when I was entering into this inner world, I could solve problems. So, if I had any kind of problem or I wanted to know something, I could just enter it and the next morning I knew the answer.  </p>
<p>My brother was a very intelligent person; he was like a phenomenon. He was studying his books so hard that sweat was flowing down. It looked very, very rough and very tough. So, I told him, “Why do you torture yourself so much? It's so easy. The important thing is that you make a decision and then you can enter the problem, and the next morning, you know the answer.” But he never could do it.</p>
<p>It was 1962, and I was 15. This was the time when Guru was preparing for his journey to the West. It was Guru who gave me this blessing to make me conscious and who even revealed himself to me so I could see his face.</p>
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<p>You can run faster than the speed of light<br/>
In your inner life<br/>
If you invite your illumination-soul<br/>
To teach you how to live<br/>
Inside your own heart-world.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wt3k7wd" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 100, #9938, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_wt3k7wd">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wt3k7wd"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wt3k7wd">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-9938">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 100, #9938, Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/eastern-yogi-who-was-here-teach-me">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/banshidhar/sri-chinmoy-sports.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This is the very beginning of when Guru started to incorporate sports and fitness into our Path.</p>
<p>As you know, Guru came to the West in 1964, and the very first Centre he opened was in Puerto Rico in 1966. I came in 1970, four years later after the Centre was opened there. But during those first years, it wasn't anything like it is today. We didn't run. We didn't do sports unless someone on their own happened to do it. But most of us weren't athletes. I happened to be a surfer because I was from Hawaii.</p>
<p>Our Centre life as disciples consisted basically of our daily practice, of course, our meditation and study and coming to the Centre meditations. The only other real activity we had was what Guru called karma yoga nights, selfless service nights, when we would come to the Centre and do arts and crafts. Whatever we made we would eventually sell. With these sales we would raise money for the Centre. And maybe sometimes on the weekends, just informally, the younger disciples mostly, we would go on a hike in nature, in the mountains and things like that, but there were never any organised sports at all. No one was running at that time.</p>
<p>I think it was maybe around 1970, on one of Guru’s trips to Puerto Rico. One night after meditation we were sitting around with him very informally talking and joking. Out of the blue Guru said, “Okay, everyone, I want all of you to be at the park tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. We're going to take exercises.”</p>

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<p>So, we all went to this particular park in the morning. When we got there, we were all kind of groggy because we were up late with Guru and we were not used to getting up that early. We were not that disciplined yet. We all came to do exercises, but none of us had exercise clothes. I mean, it's not like today, where you have all these fancy clothes. We just had regular clothes, jeans and shirts and regular shoes and stuff. And I still have the picture. We are all there lining up and then Guru starts leading us in all these different exercises that he used to do in the ashram.</p>
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<p>Remember, Guru was 39 or 40 years old, but he was really fit. He was really in good shape and we were not. He started doing all of these jumps and twists and different stretching exercises. We were following him, but in about ten minutes, we were out of breath. He kept going and going and going. After about an hour, we were completely wasted. But it was such a magical moment, because that day was the very beginning of what grew into the importance of sports in our Path. And very soon, I think the next the next day or so, Guru started having us do sprints, races around the Centre, around the block. He would be there with the stopwatch. None of us ran, so we did not know what we were doing. We just ran until we were out of breath and had side pains. But that was the very beginning.</p>
<p>Guru was like our coach when we did those races for the first time. He was timing us, seeing who among us had the talent or the capacity or the willingness and who enjoyed it. Not everybody is a runner. A lot of us were not in shape. But the few of us that had showed some promise, he encouraged. Then he asked three or four of us to start training. Saraswati was one of them. He wanted us to train and to run in the New York City Marathon, which was about five months away.</p>
<p>We started, but we did not know how to train. We didn't know anything. We just got up every morning really early and went out and ran 10 miles. Of course, that didn't last too long. But that was the beginning. I remember the first year a lot of disciples ran in the New York Marathon. I think we were one hundred or so. We all had these nice shirts. And that was the very beginning of what has become today such an integral, significant and inseparable part of our Path.</p>
<p>This was before the whole running boom took over in America for sure. In the mid-70s when the running boom exploded, Guru was right there. He saw it coming. He told us that running and sports were necessary to help, especially the young disciples, to discipline and channel and transform our vital energies. If we come when we’re young, we have all these things going on, and if we don't steer it in the right direction, it can take you in the wrong direction. That is the gift that Guru gave us. And it has saved so many of us. Definitely it has saved me for all these years.</p>
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<p>Run, run, daily run<br/>
On aspiration-road!<br/>
Your new life will discard<br/>
Your old life's ignorance-load.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_gzkwz84" title="Silence speaks, part 5, #47, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_gzkwz84">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_gzkwz84"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_gzkwz84">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ssk-563">Silence speaks, part 5</a>, #47, Agni Press, 1994</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-sports-and-fitness-became-part-our-spiritual-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Messages of hope from Portugal</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Since the onset of the pandemic, the Sri Chinmoy Centres throughout the world have sought <a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/simple-humble-way-make-difference">simple, humble ways</a> to make the situation more tolerable. For example, at the beginning of the pandemic, we offered food from our restaurants in the USA and Europe to local hospital doctors and nurses. Sri Chinmoy founded the <em>Oneness-Heart Tears and Smiles</em> humanitarian organisation in 1991, where members of the Sri Chinmoy Centres could work together on humanitarian projects such as these.</p>
<p>One initiative that has brought a lot of joy: sharing large colourful banners with messages of hope, perseverance and encouragement from Sri Chinmoy's writings.</p>
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<p>It was first started in Italy, and since then it has become an international project. The following stories are related by two members of our Sri Chinmoy Centres in Portugal:</p>
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<h2>Inspiring Messages of Hope for Children During A Global Pandemic</h2>
<p><strong>by Simone Tome, a professor at University of Porto, and graduate student Vera Marques</strong></p>
<p>In Portugal, we were energized by the international Happiness-Banners initiative, and we contacted schools, hospitals and homes for the elderly to see if they would like to have a banner. Five pioneer Portuguese primary and secondary schools have chosen to participate in the project so far. Each institution made its own selection from a group of 27 aphorisms, and these aphorisms were printed on banners in different colors of the rainbow.</p>
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<p>Even though it was already the end of the school year, after exams and while final meetings were still taking place, ceremonies were organized for the delivery of the banners in two of the participating schools. At one of the school ceremonies which took place on the last day of classes, there were students singing and playing Sri Chinmoy's song, <em>Your Heart is as Beautiful as the Rainbow</em>. They had prepared to perform in record time, as they had only one day to learn and rehearse the song.</p>
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<p>As I listened to this melody, I felt as if I were rocked, enveloped in an inner peace, and felt so happy to see my students transmitting, in such a harmonious way, this message of hope that remains in our hearts. Many thanks to the humanitarian organization for these moments.</p>
<p><strong>Margarida Figueiredo</strong><br/>
<em>Teacher</em></p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/portugaldrawing.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />There were students at schools that received the banners who were inspired to show what they experienced inwardly from the messages of hope on the Banners.</p>
<p>Even after the school year ended, there were students who made drawings with their own encouraging messages to give to children who are patients at the Raisa Gorbacheva Memorial Institute of Oncology in St. Petersburg, Russia. (The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles organization has offered much medical equipment and many medical supplies to the Institute over the past two decades, and maintains an ongoing relationship with staff there.)</p>
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<h3>Comments by Teachers at Participating Schools</h3>
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<p>When the clouds shake our certainties, a breeze of strength and hope brought by Sri Chinmoy's inner peace comes to heal our hearts and souls</p>
<p><strong>Professor Helena Fonseca</strong></p>
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<p>I felt an inner strength that made me feel that everything in life is worth it. Every day is born to present us with so many opportunities! Let us allow ourselves to be carried away by the breeze of peace and love and by the current of harmony, hope and goodness and, in this way, we build, day after day, a more fraternal and colorful world. This initiative is a hymn to solidarity and a call to do well.</p>
<p><strong>Professor Júlia Miranda</strong></p>
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<p><br/>
“It was with great pleasure that I attended the session to hand over the banner presented by the organization Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles. This banner will be an instrument for changing the school climate, by stimulating positive feelings such as joy, kindness, happiness and hope”.</p>
<p><strong>Professor Conceição Vasconcelos</strong></p>
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<p>(the messages on the banners) provided students, in class assembly, with true moments of community. They were able to analyze and reflect on various subjects, such as: children's rights; the importance of play to our ability to grow and be happy; the Importance of interaction with others; our need to dream and strive to achieve our goals; the impact that a simple smile can have on another; and the acceptance of the others, with all their differences.</p>
<p><strong>Fátima Neiva</strong><br/>
<em>school coordinator</em></p>
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<h3>Conclusion</h3>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2021/sri-chinmoy-javier-perez-de-cuellar.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In your meditation you see beyond the superficial distinctions of race, sex, language or religion, as the Charter encourages us to do. You concentrate on the truths and the ideals which unite all mankind: the longing for peace, the need for compassion, the search for tolerance and understanding among men and women of all nations.</p>
<p><strong>United Nations Secretary-General Javier Perez de Cuellar</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_7tizguk" title="Sri Chinmoy (1995). The Garland of Nation-Souls: Complete Talks at the United Nations. Florida: Health Communications, Inc." href="#footnote1_7tizguk">1</a><br/>
<em>after meditating in his private office with Sri Chinmoy on January 13, 1983</em></p>
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<p>It is very beautiful to see how these initiatives are making children feel part of a global family, fulfilling the principles of the UN in such a natural and simple way. Inspired by the phrases of hope on the banners that their schools received, they took action, drawing pictures with messages to make another human being happy.</p>
<p>This is a golden opportunity, also, for the children who offer these drawings, as they offer their good will and encouragement to human beings who are like them but who find themselves on the other side of the world, in totally different circumstances.</p>
<p>This is a story of UN principles in action, as is Sri Chinmoy's legacy. His life and work are an exceptional testimony to the ideals of the United Nations and are also the source of inspiration behind this initiative of Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_7tizguk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_7tizguk">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy (1995). The Garland of Nation-Souls: Complete Talks at the United Nations. Florida: Health Communications, Inc.</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/messages-hope-portugal">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Tears of Joy</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Driving to Eugene, Oregon, on a crisp sunny fall Saturday, I was suffused with an inexplicable happy anticipation. It felt like such a gift of a special day. Only ten days earlier, I’d been accepted as a student of meditation Master Sri Chinmoy, who had flown in from New York City to give a Peace Concert that evening. Many of his students were there. Before the concert, we all met for a function. This would be my first time seeing Sri Chinmoy in person.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/experiences/flower-drop.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />However, my joy soon drowned in copious tears that poured forth uncontrollably. Why, I wondered, was my happiness drenched in tears? Yet, it was strange⎯I didn’t feel any sadness. My tears quietly continued flowing. I sat to the side, assuring concerned friends I was okay. I just didn’t know why I was crying.</p>
<p>That evening, while Sri Chinmoy stood against the wall prior to ascending the stage to offer his concert, I caught his sweet glance—and my heart stopped. It was as if we’d known each other before. I fell to my knees inwardly, not knowing why, but ever so grateful for his unexpected glance.</p>
<p>Later, I learned that this is the soul’s way of expressing gratitude and love—with tears of joy.</p>
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<p>Before I accepted<br/>
The life of aspiration,<br/>
My tears were the tears<br/>
Of real sorrow.<br/>
Now that I have accepted<br/>
The life of aspiration,<br/>
My tears are not tears of sorrow<br/>
But tears of real joy.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_cw8yoe1" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 52, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_cw8yoe1">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_cw8yoe1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_cw8yoe1">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-5126">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 52</a>, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/tears-joy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Migraine Miracle</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>As a teenager and college student, I occasionally got extremely bad migraine headaches. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their occurrence. They could last anywhere from several hours to a couple of days.</p>
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<p>One very hot day in New York, all the disciples went to a local track and field for our annual Sports Day. At that time we held this event every August in honour of Guru’s birthday, his youthful athletic prowess, and the importance he placed on his own disciples’ physical fitness.</p>
<p>It was my first Sports Day, and I was excited, but I also became dehydrated. Between that, the bright sunshine, and the vicious heat, I started developing a migraine. And I had no painkillers with me, or any way of getting some.</p>
<p>I immediately got more water and lay down on a hillside with my hat over my face, but the migraine had gone past the point of no return and it kept getting worse. I just endured, feeling guilty for wanting the day with Guru to end, but I was in such pain that all I could do was hang on and wait.</p>
<p>At long last the competitions ended. I agonizingly got up and went to join all the disciples who were gathering around Guru in a big semi-circle on the grass for the awards ceremony. My head was pounding like a hammer on an anvil with every heartbeat, and I was utterly nauseous. I just wanted it all to be over.</p>
<p>Finally it was, and prasad (a food offering, blessed by Guru) was brought out. At that point even the idea of food made me sick to my stomach, but I thought, “I can’t not take prasad from Guru.” So I took the smallest thing that I could—a cookie—and took the tiniest possible bite, then waited a minute and did it again. And again. A minute or two later I was still fine, so I risked a larger bite. No problem.</p>
<p>Very slowly I ate the whole cookie, and I started feeling better. My nausea was abating, and the headache itself actually started disappearing! Never had one of my migraines gone away without running its full course, but this one was breaking up rapidly like a wisp of cloud dissipating in a clear blue sky. Within about fifteen to twenty minutes, as we were all leaving the field, the headache was completely gone. By the time I got a ride back to the place I was staying, not only had the migraine disappeared, but I was flooded from head to toe with an almost indescribable sensation of absolute physical well-being.</p>
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<p>The Master’s invisible miracles<br/>
Far outrun<br/>
His visible miracles.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_otq3q7e" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 49, Agni Press, 2008" href="#footnote1_otq3q7e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_otq3q7e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_otq3q7e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-48305">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 49</a>, Agni Press, 2008</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/migraine-miracle">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The most beautiful place</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>Until two days before my father&rsquo;s passing, I held out the hope that he would recover from his illness. And so I kept his accounting business afloat for the last two months. One evening, about two weeks before his passing, I had made arrangements to meet two clients in the office. I was completely exhausted&mdash;caring for my father, working full-time, squeezing in several hours a week for the accounting clients, all while working on my doctoral studies.</p>
<p>When I arrived at the office, one lady, a successful taxi driver, talked non-stop. All I wanted was silence, and I kept wishing I had cancelled. Having spent one month by my father&rsquo;s side in the hospital, the last thing I wanted to hear about was hospital stories, so I only half-listened to the taxi driver&rsquo;s hospital story.</p>
<p>Then I heard her say, &ldquo;I was in a coma for two months.&rdquo; My empathy and curiosity came to the fore and I began paying closer attention.</p>
<p>She went on to say, &ldquo;I had a brain tumor and required a sixteen-hour operation. I remember going into the operating room. At a certain point, I was rising up and I looked down and could see myself on the surgical table. I then went to the most beautiful place. It was all light, and there was beautiful music. Then I reached a certain place and they told me I had to go back. Next, I remember waking up and the doctor began explaining that I had been in a coma for two months.&rdquo;</p>

<p>I could barely believe my ears! The story was a classic near-death experience. At that point, I felt a tremendous peace. My mind quieted, my heart opened. All was calm. Guru had begun preparing me through the taxi driver&rsquo;s words&mdash;reassuring me that my father&rsquo;s soul would go to this beautiful place as well!</p>
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<p>What is death after all?<br/>
Death is a sleeping child.<br/>
And what is life?<br/>
Life is a child that is playing, singing and dancing at every moment before the Father.<br/>
Death is the sleeping child inside the heart of the Inner Pilot.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_kwtx21b" title="Beyond Within &mdash; A collection of writings 1964-1974,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_kwtx21b">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_kwtx21b"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_kwtx21b">1.</a> Beyond Within &mdash; A collection of writings 1964-1974,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1975</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/most-beautiful-place">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Why I Started Long-Distance Running</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>Jamaica High School track, where many of our events were held</figcaption>
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<p>I was in my early 40s and new to Sri Chinmoy’s path. It was Father’s Day weekend in New York. I was out jogging and came across our Father’s Day Marathon being run around a high school track nearby, so I stopped to watch. I saw Guru at the far corner of the track.</p>
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<figcaption>As our 'spiritual father', Sri Chinmoy would often celebrate Father's Day and offer us sweet messages such as this one in 2005.</figcaption>
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<p>As I watched, he started walking in my direction, but he was within the fenced-in field so I continued watching from outside the fence. He slowly came closer and closer, and then to my surprise stepped through a large hole in the fence I hadn’t noticed.</p>
<p>He continued to walk straight towards me! My heart started thumping. What should I do? I folded my hands and tried to be in my best consciousness, I had never been so close to a realised Master before. Guru walked right up to me, stopped, and looked at me in silence for a few moments. Those few moments felt like eternity.</p>
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<p>Then he said, “What? Not running?” Since I had already been running, I understood he was asking me why I wasn’t running the marathon. Without thinking I found myself saying, “Next year.” Guru smiled and nodded, then continued on his way. I was left with an inner confidence that I would run a marathon.</p>
<p>I began researching how to run a marathon and I started training. It took me more than two years, but as a result of Guru’s words I did run not just one but many marathons and ultramarathons, and discovered both a love of running and a big help to my spiritual life through it.</p>
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<p>Run, run, daily run<br/>
On aspiration-road!<br/>
Your new life will discard<br/>
Your old life's ignorance-load.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_agm4znr" title="Silence speaks, part 5, #47, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_agm4znr">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_agm4znr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_agm4znr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sk-563">Silence speaks, part </a>5, #47, Agni Press, 1994</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/why-i-started-long-distance-running">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A divine fragrance</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>The night before I was informed that I had been accepted as Guru’s disciple, I had a very significant dream. However, I did not remember it upon waking.</p>
<p>The next evening I went to the Centre, where I saw several copies of Guru’s Transcendental photograph—the special picture of him that we meditate on—sitting on a beautiful blue cloth. I was invited to pick a size that I liked to be my own personal copy of the Transcendental.</p>
<p>The moment I touched the photo in the middle I immediately remembered my dream from the previous night. In it I saw Guru’s disciples coming in through the front gate of my parents’ yard. I stood at the front door to welcome them, and I saw Guru standing right behind them, smiling while looking directly at me.</p>
<p>This all came back to me in a flash, and the next moment I was back at the Centre, where I chose my copy of the photograph.</p>
<p>One evening not long after this, during a Centre meditation, I had another experience with Transcendental photo. I saw the pupils of Guru’s eyes turn from plain black to pure white light, which radiated outward from them.</p>

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<p>At one point, not long after I’d become Guru’s disciple, I had a rough experience when two boys tried to rob me. They gave me a severe head pounding, and I was rushed to the hospital. While I was being taken through the hospital hallway, I caught a fragrance like nothing I’d ever smelled before ⎯serene and pure, mystical and enchanting. I turned my head, and as I did, Guru’s Transcendental photograph—one that was taken when he was in an extremely high consciousness—appeared on the wall of the hallway.</p>
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<figcaption>An exhibition of Sri Chinmoy's weightlifting machines</figcaption>
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<p>A few months later, an exhibition of Guru’s weightlifting machines was touring trough Europe, and I went to help assemble the machines when they arrived. Once we were done with that, I stayed a little longer in the exhibition hall. An incredible fragrance wafted through the air. After searching unsuccessfully for the source, I left for the night.</p>
<p>I spent the next day guarding the hall, and the fragrance was still present. I grew more and more enchanted by it, and kept searching for the place it was coming from. There were now flowers in the room, but the scent did not come from them, or from incense. Nothing in the room had the fragrance that I was looking for!</p>
<p>A week later I was asked, along with a few other boys, to help assemble the machines again in different place. We agreed happily.</p>
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<figcaption>To honour people, Sri Chinmoy would lift them overhead on this apparatus.</figcaption>
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<p>After working late into the night, I was picking up the last part of the <em>Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart</em> machine, which Guru used to lift various people as a part of that program. I accidently touched it at the spot where Guru would put his hands when he would do a lift with it. At that exact moment, the enchanting fragrance wafting through the room became even more intense. I could sense it more clearly than I could anything else—it pervaded everything.</p>
<p>After composing myself, I asked if anyone else had experienced this, too. Without a moment’s hesitation, Devashishu replied, “It is Guru’s fragrance—it’s the fragrance that you could sense around Guru when he was still in the physical body.”</p>
<p>It was the same fragrance I had experienced at the hospital.</p>
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<p>When your consciousness is high, you even can smell a kind of fragrance around a spiritual Master. Consciously he may not offer this fragrance, but it is your own aspiration-power, that, like a magnet, has pulled it from him.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_mateg8a" title="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/scs-166" href="#footnote1_mateg8a">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_mateg8a"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_mateg8a">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/scs-166">https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/scs-166</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/divine-fragrance">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The most beautiful and fulfilling of all possible experiences</h2>
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<p>A deep meditation is one of the most beautiful and fulfilling of all possible experiences. Once we have learnt how to find our way into that desireless inner stillness that is always there inside us, our life can never be the same. Here in the sanctuary of the heart, free of time and the burdens of the mind, everything is clear, everything is already done. Out of this silence comes wisdom, understanding, and delight.</p>
<p>In many ways Guru taught us to take our practice of meditation out into the everyday aspects of our life—karma yoga—to train ourselves to sustain the meditative feeling as long as possible. Walking through a park, sitting on a bus, waiting for somebody, travelling to the next moments of our life, learning to string these moments of calm together as a necklace of day-long moments of happiness.</p>
<p>At first, the experience of meditation itself relies upon a calm environment and some combination of time, place, and correct technique. But then it goes beyond these needs. We begin to realise that while our increasing moments of “success” have been possible through some combination of external factors—a workshop we attended, group practice, a new exercise we tried, or inspiring music—in reality these things have reconnected us with our deeper self, and that “self” is always there inside us, wherever we are.</p>

<p>Guru wanted us to understand our own capacity to uplift and serve the world, reminding us that “every human being is a very special dream of God.” And to also understand that meditation will take us past our identification with our body, thoughts, and personality to a deeper understanding of our ultimately God-like nature. The space in our lives where we put aside the burdens and preoccupations of the day’s dramas, silence our thoughts, and venture past the many attachments and distractions of the mind to a growing stillness—this space allows us to rediscover the very source of all our creative, intuitive, and spiritual capacities. The closer we move towards this “intelligence of silence,” our “inner pilot,” the more perfect our outer lives become.</p>
<p>Meditation comes easily for me today, sitting on the grass in a park in Auckland under a wide blue summer sky, a sky of such startling clarity and endless transparency as to illumine things and gather close the silhouettes of far-off, familiar mountains. There is this lovely sense of stepping outside of the story of one’s life into a state of just “being,” at rest in the here and now, a lovely inner space of pure consciousness. Over in the western corner of the park the tai-chi practitioners are also touching the lives of passers-by and strollers, their calm and gentle movements reminding us of other realities beyond the ordinary.</p>
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<p>And I remember Sri Chinmoy’s words, reminding us that we co-create this world and that “Just one smile from my gratitude-heart immensely increases the beauty of the universe.”</p>
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<p>From tomorrow on<br/>
My morning meditation<br/>
Will be as beautiful as the dawn,<br/>
My midday meditation,<br/>
As powerful as the sun<br/>
And my evening meditation,<br/>
As peaceful as the sky.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_hgh7zct" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 42, #4189, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote1_hgh7zct">1</a></p>
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<p><em>Note: The tai-chi photo from <a href="https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datei:Tai_Chi_Bishan_Park.jpg">de.wikipedia.org</a>, available under a Creative Commons license</em></p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_hgh7zct"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_hgh7zct">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-4189">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 42</a>, #4189, Agni Press, 1982</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/most-beautiful-and-fulfilling-all-possible-experiences">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Andrea Marcato wins the World&#039;s Longest Race</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On Sunday 17 October, Andrea Marcato won the 2021 Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 3,100 Mile in a superb time of 42 days plus 17 hours 38 minutes and 38 seconds. The time placed him as the third fastest runner of all time. Even more remarkable is how during the race he was able to increase his daily mileage totals towards the end of the race - running 30 consecutive days of 70+ miles.</p>
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<p>On the final day, he ran 76 miles, to finish towards the end of the day. After nearly 43 days of running 16 hours a day, he was inspired to run very fast the last few laps to beat the previous 3rd best runner by just one minute 21 seconds. Andrea reported feeling unaware of his body for these last momentous laps, a reflection of the real self-transcendence runners can achieve during the race. It was Andrea's second consecutive first place in the race, and 18 hours faster than his previous time in the 2020 Salzburg edition. In an interview,  after the race, he explained why he wanted to do the race and paid tribute to his helpers:</p>
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<p>“It is a drive that you feel from within.  Once you do it there is this inner call.”</p>
<p>“Without my helpers, I would not be able to perform at that level.  Definitely I could finish the race, but not in this way.”</p>
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<p>To Andrea, like other runners, the race was as much about the inner challenge as the physical feat.</p>
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<p>“The inner part of the race, somehow I realized that the race for me was already done. It was meant to be like this.  When you struggle in the race you think it is about you, and your effort.  But in the end I realized it was already meant to be like this.  The inner part already knows in advance what is going to happen.”</p>
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<p>Marcato a student of Sri Chinmoy, grew up in Lughetto, a suburb of Venice in Italy. He currently works in a vegetarian food factory in Zurich, Switzerland. To complete the race he had to eat about 10,000 calories per day in small portions while running or walking. He did not take a nap but ran almost continuously for 18 hours per day. He went through 15 pairs of running shoes and consumed over 10,000 calories a day. He ate an alkaline diet of avocados, watermelon, mandarin oranges, brown rice, quinoa, buckwheat, steamed vegetables. Despite consuming 10,000 calories he lost 10kg during the race.</p>
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<p>The Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 3,100 Mile Race started on September 5 and continues until October 26. The contestants each have 52 days to complete the race. To meet their goal of 3100 miles (4989 km) in 52 days, the participants must log an average of 59.6 miles per day - more than 2 marathons. This adds up to a total of 118 marathons in succession. The race has been described as the "Mount Everest of ultrarunning".</p>
<p>However, more than 4,000 people have reached the summit of Everest since 1953. Only 49 have completed a 3,100-mile race in 24 years.</p>
<p>Seven elite runners from seven countries took up the challenge in the world’s longest certified running race.</p>
<p>The only woman competitor 46-year-old Harita Davies (USA), who was born in New Zealand, will finish the race late in the evening on Monday, October 25 if she keeps up the pace.<br/>
Taiwanese runner Lo Wei Ming (58) is expected to finish second on Saturday, 23rd October. He runs in sandals, is known as a rock star in the running world of Taiwan. Vasu Duzhiy (Russia) is in position to finish third. Takasumi Senoo (Japan) is hopeful to finish on Day 52, the final day of the race. The other competitors are Stutisheel Lebedev hailing from Ukraine and Ananda-Lahari of Slovakia.</p>
<p>The 25th Annual 3100 Mile Race is taking place on a 0.5488 mile loop around Thomas A. Edison Career and Technical Education High School (165-65 84th Ave). The 3100 Mile Race was initiated by Indian born spiritual teacher, athlete and musician Sri Chinmoy in 1997. Sri Chinmoy (1931-2007) himself participated in many marathons and ultra-races. He described the benefit of a multi-day race in the following way: "Self-transcendence is the only thing a human being needs in order to be truly happy. So these races help the runners tremendously, although outwardly they go through such hardship. Eventually, when the race is over, they feel they have accomplished something most significant."</p>
<h3><strong>Top 5 Finishers of all time</strong></h3>
<p>﻿1.   40:09:06:21  Ashprihanal Aalto,44,Finland</p>
<p>2.   41:08:16:29  Madhupran W. Schwerk,50,Germany</p>
<p>3.   <em><strong>42:17:38:38   Andrea Marcato,39, Zurich SUI (Italy) (2021)</strong></em></p>
<p>4.   42:17:39:59  Galya V. Balatskyy,43,Ukraine</p>
<p>5.   43:10:36:39  Grahak Cunningham,35,Australia</p>
<p>More at <a href="https://3100.srichinmoyraces.org/">Sri Chinmoy 3100 Mile Self-Transcendence Race</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/andrea-marcato-wins-worlds-longest-race">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Two special, unique souls</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Five-time Mr. Universe Bill Pearl and his wife, fitness expert Judy Pearl, are better known to Sri Chinmoy’s disciples as Mahasamrat and Bhavatarini; these are the spiritual names that Guru gave them.</p>
<p>I live in Seattle, and they have visited our Seattle Centre numerous times. Mahasamrat is such an amazing person. His vibration is so powerful— Guru once said about him that he could walk into a hospital and help heal people just from his prana, or life-energy. He has such energy and such a deep love for Guru. You can just feel it when you're in his presence. And Bhavatarini is the same way—it’s like you can't take the two of them apart. They are absolutely one.</p>
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<p>And even though they are getting older, they both still work out. They have a gym at their house, and people come to train with them. They start at 4:00 a.m. every day. They are living examples of the “never give up” philosophy.</p>
<p>And one of the things that always touches me about Mahasamrat is that he says when he gets up in the morning and goes out to the gym, he passes by a picture of Guru, at which point he kisses his hand and touches it to Guru's heart.</p>
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<p>There's a story from India’s great epic, the Mahabharata, in which the warrior and hero Arjuna offers a thousand flowers to the Supreme every day, but he is overly proud of it, whereas his brother Bhima simply offers one flower and then goes about his day. But Bhima reaches a high state of consciousness just from offering that one flower. That story always reminds me of Mahasamrat touching Guru’s picture every morning—to me, that says everything. He's just so much in Guru’s consciousness without even trying.</p>
<p>Every year around November Guru would hold a weightlifting exhibition, and Mahasamrat was always the master of ceremonies. His encouragement of Guru in the weightlifting world was unparalleled—almost unbelievable. How much he encouraged Guru!</p>
<p>When Mahasamrat and Bhavatarini visited the Seattle Centre recently, we tried to honor them in the way Guru would have. So we celebrated Mahasamrat’s birthday, even though it was a month early. We had a cake. The boy disciples did some really cute skits acting out different stories that Guru had told about Mahasamrat. We had big pictures of him posing as a bodybuilder. In every way, we tried to bring to him how much we loved him and how much Guru loved him. And we all had a wonderful time.</p>
<p>Bhavatarini and Mahasamrat are a unit.  In her own right, she is also extremely knowledgeable about nutrition and fitness and very down to earth with a most compassionate nature.  We all feel that she is a true sister.</p>
<p>We have a statue of Guru in a park in Seattle, and whenever anyone comes to visit, we always go to the statue and try to have a little ceremony there with flowers and a garland for the statue and so on. In fact, Mahasamrat was present when we dedicated the statue, so he is quite familiar with it.</p>
<p>So of course we went to the statue with the two of them. When you see Mahasamrat standing next to the statue, you can see just how much he and Guru have the same vibration, and how much they look like brothers.</p>
<p>He and Bhavatarini live in a small town in Oregon, and all kinds of animals come to their house—deer, turtles, birds, and more. Bhavatarini, in particular, has a real connection with animals. She feeds them and they are never afraid of her.</p>
<p>And whenever you're with them, you feel those big hearts of theirs, which embrace not only people, but animals and nature and the whole world. They are both really special, unique souls, and I feel privileged to know them.</p>
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<p>When two oneness-hearts talk<br/>
To each other,<br/>
We see the most beautiful dance<br/>
Of affection and sweetness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lnur43r" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_lnur43r">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lnur43r"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lnur43r">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-8380">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 9, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/two-special-unique-souls">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple</h2>
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<p>During the 1970s, the early days of the Centre, if you wanted to be a disciple, Guru would interview you. You could sit down with him and have a face-to-face interview in which he would ask you questions and things. So on the first day I saw him, I was also introduced to Sevananda as one of the recent seekers. He said, “Okay, I told Guru about you, and he wants to see you tomorrow morning at 10:00.”</p>
<p>The next morning I came to the Centre. I was so excited, my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. They asked me to wait in the library room and said they would call me when Guru was ready. So I sat there just feeling completely happy and thrilled. Finally Sevananda came in and said, “Guru will see you now.”</p>
<p>I went into the kitchen, which was very small. Guru, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, was seated by himself at a tiny kitchen table, writing something while resting his head on his other hand. Sevananda said, “Guru, this is the boy I was telling you about.” Guru didn't look up right away—he just kept writing.</p>

<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-smile.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />So I was standing there with my hands folded, looking at the top of Guru’s head because he was looking down, and it seemed like forever. Then, all of a sudden, Guru stopped writing and looked up at me with this incredible ear-to-ear smile. His face was just shining, and his smile almost physically knocked me back, it was so powerful.</p>
<p>Then he started asking me questions about what I was doing, my family, and all kinds of little things. I don't remember all the questions, because all I was experiencing at that point was this unbelievable 10,000-watt smile. Guru’s eyes were smiling, his face was smiling, and tremendous love and bliss were just pouring out of Guru into me. It was an amazing moment.</p>
<p>After some time, Guru finished the conversation and—still smiling—said, “Very good, very good, goodbye.” He then continued writing, and Sevananda took me into another room and told me I should wait there. I went in, sat down in a chair, and completely left this earth. Guru had filled me with such incredible power and light, I flew away. There were no thoughts, nothing—just pure bliss. And I stayed there for God knows how long.</p>
<p>The next day I was told that Guru had definitely accepted me as his disciple, and I was so happy. I continued coming to the Centre, and when Guru would visit we spent so much time with him. He was so full of concern, like our best friend, asking each one of us about our personal lives and our families. He would always ask about so-and-so’s brother and sister, mother and father, and how they were doing.</p>
<p>We would ask him questions ourselves, and Guru would spontaneously answer them. He cut jokes with us and told us stories—many of them funny—about his days at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram where he had grown up. It was an absolutely wonderful, blessed time in our lives.</p>
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<p>In the days of joy and bliss,<br/>
My Lord Supreme,<br/>
Do grant me the boon<br/>
That I do not forget Thee.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_33i0erj" title="Jago jago hiya pakhi, 1995" href="#footnote1_33i0erj">1</a></p>
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<h2>A story about my mom and Guru</h2>
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<p>This is a story about my mom and Guru. Over the years, my parents have become increasingly grateful to Guru. Originally they were not at all—quite the opposite—but they have since grown to be quite thankful to Guru in a deep way.</p>
<p>A little background about my mom—the first time she can remember going to the doctor was when she had her first baby. She grew up in the Italian countryside in a very poor family. Her mother knew about herbs and the old ways of curing sickness, so she never went to the doctor. To this day, whenever she gets a pain or feels anything wrong, she says, “As it comes, so it will go.”</p>
<p>Several years ago my mom called to tell me about some shoulder pain she was having. She never complains, so I knew it must have been pretty bad. “My shoulder hurts so much I can’t sleep at night,” she said. “I can only sleep sitting up.”</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/sri_chinmoy/sri-chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A couple of days of this went by and I told her, “Mom, talk to Guru, tell Guru.” I knew that in their bedroom my parents had a photo of Guru, and they also had a Transcendental photograph in their car which Guru had told them they could have, so my mom knew that was for protection. So I told her, “Mom, just tell Guru.” She didn’t, and day by day her shoulder pain got worse. Finally she got to the point where she couldn’t sleep for two full nights. She was in her late eighties, and this was very much telling on her health. Unbeknownst to me, she finally became so desperate that she inwardly spoke to Guru. I got a phone call out of the blue, and my mom asked me, “Does Sri Chinmoy talk to you?”</p>
<p>This was after Guru had physically passed away. Nevertheless, I said, “Yes, he can, if he wants to. He can speak to you, too.”</p>

<p>“He did speak to me,” she confided.</p>
<p>“What happened?” I asked.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/handbag.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />“I was in so much pain and I didn’t know what to do, so I talked to him and he said to me very clearly, ‘The problem is not your shoulder. There’s nothing wrong with your shoulder. The problem is that your handbag is too heavy.’” She finished by saying that she immediately knew this was true—in fact, many years ago a doctor had told her that her handbag was too heavy and she shouldn’t use it. I asked her if she had been carrying it lately and she told me she hadn’t picked it up in a few weeks because her shoulder was getting so bad.</p>
<p>However, at that exact point her shoulder pain started getting better. Guru had fixed her shoulder, and she knew it.</p>
<p>To this day, if she forgets this incident and we’re talking about Guru, I’ll say, “Remember how he talked to you, and how he cured your shoulder?”</p>
<p>“Oh yeah, that’s right!” she’ll say, recalling the whole experience.</p>
<p>I hope this sweet story can serve as inspiration to others and to increase our gratitude to Guru. He is very much here, aware, and taking care of us often before we even know there’s a problem. Sometimes what we call a problem just indicates a time when Guru can help transform us in some way. He can use that experience as something to help us in our spiritual life.</p>
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<p>As God knows that we have<br/>
Many problems,<br/>
Even so,<br/>
His Heart has<br/>
All the solutions<br/>
For each and every problem of our life.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_utw6qsr" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 25, #24523, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_utw6qsr">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_utw6qsr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_utw6qsr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-24523">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 25, #24523, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/story-about-my-mom-and-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Will I be able to lift it?&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p><em>Bishwas played an instrumental role in designing and building many of the apparatus that Sri Chinmoy used for his weightlifting feats.</em></p>
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<p>Guru periodically performed weightlifting exhibitions in which he would perform one enormous and creative lifting feat after another. He announced in the fall of 2004 that he would like to have another such exhibition. He wanted ideas for new lifting machines. That was when we built his “shrugging” machine and one or two other new ones like the leg press machine.</p>
<p>I had the idea that Guru could lift his own cute little blue smart car, but from overhead rather than from underneath. I told Guru that this was definitely a more difficult way of lifting the car, but that as long as the car wasn’t over 2,000 pounds, I thought he would be able to lift it. Guru liked the idea, and immediately called Prataya to ask what the weight was because she had bought the car for him. It turned out that the weight was 1,971 pounds.</p>
<p>So Guru asked us to start building a machine to lift the car right away. But he also kept asking, “Will I be able to lift it?”</p>

<p>I said, “Oh, Guru, definitely it will be difficult, but you will be able to lift it.”</p>
<p>Guru was really into the whole project. When Guru was really into something, even if you told him it would take a week (which is what I believe I told him at the time), the next day Guru would call up asking, “Is it ready yet?” Guru called me at Agni Press every day that week asking how the machine was progressing. How was it going? Was it ready yet? And the conversation would always finish with, “Will I definitely be able to lift it?”</p>
<p>I kept saying, “Oh, definitely, Guru, no problem, you will be able to lift it. It will be hard, but you will definitely be able to lift it.” But the thing was, by the end of the week I was definitely getting inwardly insecure about whether or not Guru would be able to lift the car. We had three or four people working on the lifting machine, Guru was talking about it, and there was a lot of anticipation in the air. I had promised Guru that he would be able to perform the lift, but would he really?</p>
<p>As with many of the larger weightlifting machines we built for Guru, there was no room to assemble them in the basement of Agni Press, which is where we build most of these things. In those cases, we never knew if they would fit together until we set them up in their entirety at the site of the actual lift. So there was always that kind of nervousness. Would everything work out all right?</p>
<p>Finally the machine was as ready as we could make it. We went to Aspiration-Ground, the tennis court where the disciples usually met with Guru, and started setting it up. Fortunately most things fit—we had a few problems, but we managed to solve them during the setup process. Dhanu drove Guru over to the tennis court, adding to my nervousness. No one else was there at the time—just me and the other workers. We were setting everything up in the area inside the disciple gate, which was the only area big enough to hold this big structure, and Guru pulled up outside the gate and just sat in the car with Dhanu, watching us work for about an hour. I was really getting anxious about the whole thing at that point.</p>
<p>We finally got the lifting machine completely assembled, and at that point Guru said that other disciples could come watch. Quite a few showed up. Guru first warmed up by lifting people on the apparatus, and this went pretty well. Finally, it was time to get the car onto the machine. We got everything adjusted and Guru went up and tried, but he couldn’t lift it.</p>
<p>At this point I was ready to head for the hills. I was really mortified, but I composed myself and we made some adjustments. It was a very intricate machine—there were tension rods and some complexities in the way the car was suspended. We made a lot of adjustments, and on his second attempt, Guru was able to lift the car. I was so happy and relieved! Guru called for a special prasad (an offering of blessed food), and he called me up first, handing me my prasad and smiling at me.</p>
<p>This lift would become the finale of Guru’s weightlifting exhibition in 2004.</p>
<p>Guru performed it at Aspiration-Ground that first time, and he also practiced it again once or twice in the months leading up to the exhibition. But whenever he practiced it was just that lift—just his car. At the weightlifting exhibition itself, by the time he reached the finale, Guru had already lifted something like 195,000 pounds on all these other machines before he lifted the car.</p>
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<p>The other thing about this lift was that in order to make it really look impressive, Guru had to hold it for five or ten seconds so that people could see what was happening—that the car was completely free from the ground and swinging. Of course Guru managed it, but in the video you can see an expression of pain on his face. I think that might have been one of the toughest lifts for Guru because it came at the end, after thousands and thousands of pounds. This was one of my favorite lifting machines to build and to see Guru use. I think it was a really impressive lift!</p>
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<p>My faith in my Master<br/>
Shall definitely conquer<br/>
All my doubts<br/>
In any context.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ee6fg05" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 15, #49, Agni Press, 2003" href="#footnote1_ee6fg05">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ee6fg05"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ee6fg05">1.</a> My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 15, #49, Agni Press, 2003</li>
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<h2>Guru’s Marathon Encouragement</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Guru always encouraged us to use our talents, but he also encouraged us to try things that we were not talented at. For me, perhaps the most striking example of being untalented was running.</p>
<p>I was not very good at it, but I still tried to do it. In fact, I was one of the first disciples to get interested in long-distance running. Most of us were not running much at that point. We would go to work and have functions at night, and we were singing and doing so many activities. But somehow I found the time to do some running.</p>
<p>Then the New York City Marathon came around. Previously only two or three disciples had done a marathon, but that year, 1977, about eight girls and thirty boys ran the New York City Marathon for the first time.</p>
<p>The morning of the marathon came. We made it to the starting line, I started running... and about two miles in, I thought that I was going to faint. I kept going, though, and managed to make it all the way to Queens. (The New York City Marathon goes through all five boroughs of New York City, and when you reach Queens, you are getting fairly close to the end.)</p>

<p>I had not eaten anything during the entire marathon. I don't know if I ate anything that morning, but I know I didn't eat much the night before. I also had no money with me to purchase any food. I was in a very lonely part of Queens, and I went into a little store and begged somebody to buy me a banana. An old man bought me one, then I went outside and sat down on the sidewalk and ate it. I was very sad because I was running so slowly and still had some distance to go.</p>
<p>Then a little boy, about ten years old, came up to me on a skateboard. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me, and said, “You're going to make it. Are your mother and father at the end?”</p>
<p>Then he said, “Come on, I'll take you to the bridge.” He got on his skateboard, and I followed him to the Queensboro Bridge.</p>
<p>On the other side of the bridge was Manhattan, and they were starting to take down the marathon barriers that were blocking the traffic. But a young man driving a truck saw me, and he decided to block the traffic for me all the way up First Avenue. At one point he got out of his truck and bought me something to drink.</p>
<p>Guru had been waiting at the twenty-mile mark, and at one point all the other disciples had already passed him by. Somebody said to him, “Guru, Nemi hasn't come yet.”</p>
<p>Guru said, “She's all right.”</p>
<p>He then left, but when I got to the twenty-mile mark I met my “inspirer.” For each woman disciple running the marathon, Guru had appointed another to be her inspirer. She wore a t-shirt that said “inspirer” on the front, and on the back it said “Go” and then the person's name. So my inspirer was Pratyaya. The back of her shirt said, “Go Nemi,” and I did. I followed her for the last six miles to the finish line.</p>
<p>So I finished my first marathon, and that was totally Guru’s grace because I certainly wasn’t a great runner at all. Over the years, though, I did many more marathons—about 53 of them all together. Pretty inspiring for a bad runner!</p>
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<p>My Lord,<br/>
I want to run with You<br/>
Sleeplessly and unconditionally,<br/>
But I cannot keep pace with You.<br/>
What can I do?<br/>
“My child, Your very eagerness to run with Me<br/>
Is more than I need.<br/>
Sleeplessly think of running with Me;<br/>
Unconditionally meditate on running with Me.<br/>
Lo, sooner than at once<br/>
You and I will be easily running Together.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9s4k76j" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 99, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_9s4k76j">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_9s4k76j"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_9s4k76j">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-9900">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 99, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>Asking permission from the spirits</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In 1983 Guru asked me to do something very challenging—run across America from California to New York. The way that happened is, in itself, another story! But I had many fantastic experiences during my run, and one particularly wonderful experience occurred when I was running through Arizona.</p>
<p>I went up to what is called the high plains. They are about 7,000 feet in elevation, but it's all flat once you get up there, and it's this vast, open grassland. These are the Navajo reservation lands, and they are very sacred.</p>
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<p>As I was approaching the entrance to these lands, I saw a fence and a sign saying something like, “You are now entering the sacred lands of the Navajo reservation.” I was born and raised in Hawaii, and the Hawaiians have a tradition that whenever you're going to enter an area out in nature, you always ask permission from the guardian spirits of the land who are there. You ask permission to enter, and you offer your gratitude for this permission. So inwardly, as I was running, I was asking permission to the guardians, the ancestors, of the Navajo and offering my gratitude.</p>

<p>At that point I had been running almost every day, 30 miles a day, for almost a month. For me, 30 miles meant running almost all day. So I was already in an altered state of consciousness—very inwardly directed and receptive. There were few outer distractions and no mental distractions. I was very present in the moment.</p>
<p>So in this altered state, as I was running, I could see not with my physical eyes, but inwardly with my mind's eye, a group of Navajo braves riding bareback. There were maybe ten or twelve of them, and they were riding in the distance in the same direction I was going. I knew that they were welcoming me. It was so incredible, so powerful, and so real. The hair on my arms stood up, and I could feel and even hear them. They were singing some kind of a chant—I could hear it inwardly, and it was so beautiful.</p>
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<p>As Guru’s disciples, because Guru is with us and his consciousness and blessings are with us, his protection is also with us. Good souls and good spirits like these beings that I experienced know this, and that's why the welcome was there. And that's how I attribute that experience completely.</p>
<p>It took me about a week to completely cross the entire reservation—it was huge. I had so many incredible experiences with the Navajo people. On the very first day, the reservation newspaper came and interviewed me. A long article came out the next day and every day after that, people would drive by, stop, come over, and say, “You’re the one who’s running across America!” And we'd have these wonderful conversations. They were so nice, so loving and so sincere. The Navajo are very soulful people, and they're very connected to the land. They're very spiritual and they really love the oneness of all beings. It's very special.</p>
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<p>The inner vision<br/>
And the outer courage<br/>
Must go together<br/>
For a fruitful journey<br/>
Far beyond all ignorance-boundaries.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_nwngw54" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 142, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_nwngw54">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_nwngw54"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_nwngw54">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-14197">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 142, Agni Press, 1991</li>
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<h2>Er ist eine Bereicherung für mein Leben</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Mein Name ist Sushuti Siffert und ich bin im  November 1989 Sri Chinmoys Schülerin geworden.<img alt="sushuti-wien.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/storyimages/sushuti-wien.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Gemeinsam mit meinem Mann Mananyu besuchte ich einige Monate zuvor einen Vortrag über Yoga. Das, was uns dort erzählt wurde, war uns nicht unbedingt neu und hinterließ deswegen auch keinen tiefen Eindruck. Aber was – im besonderen mich – sehr stark beeindruckte, war die Ausstrahlung des Vortragenden. Sein Name ist Satyaki Perlick, er gibt auch heute noch unermüdlich Vorträge und Kurse zu diesem Thema. Ich war fasziniert von der Sicherheit und Selbstverständlichkeit, mit der er Themen behandelte, noch dazu vor großem Publikum, die einerseits sehr viel Fingerspitzengefühl erforderten und andererseits auch viele Fragen aufwarfen. Diese Sicherheit faszinierte mich und sie war es auch, die mich das Foto abgeben ließ. Durch ein Foto, das <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> überreicht wird, stellt er einen Kontakt zu unserer Seele her und vermag auf Anhieb zu sagen, ob man für seinen Weg bestimmt ist oder nicht. Mein Mann und ich waren dafür bestimmt. Wir entschieden uns, den Weg Sri Chinmoys zu gehen, und ich muss sagen, dass ich diesen Weg mit dem Voranschreiten der Zeit immer mehr schätzen und lieben kann. Er ist eine Bereicherung für mein Leben. (oder soll ich sagen: er ist der Reichtum meines Lebens?)  Ein Leben ohne Spiritualität, ohne Meditation und ohne meinen verehrten Lehrer Sri Chinmoy kann und will ich mir nicht mehr vorstellen.</p>
<p>Mein Mann und ich sind beide begeisterte Hobbyfotografen. Meine größte Inspirationsquelle für Fotos finde ich in der Natur, vor allem in den Blumen, Bäumen, Landschaften. Wir lesen auch sehr gerne, vor allem natürlich die reichhaltigen und tiefgehenden <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/literatur">Schriften Sri Chinmoys</a>. Und da liebe ich vor allem seine Gedichtbände. Manche der Gedichte sind lustig, manche traurig, aber sie alle berühren die Höhe der Göttlichkeit und vermögen das Bewusstsein des Lesenden auf eine höhere Stufe zu heben. Sie geben meinem Verstand eine Hilfe um Negativ-Denken und eingefahrene Gedankenmuster zu erkennen und zu transformieren. Und wie heilsam empfand ich es und werde ich es immer empfinden, die geliebten Gedichte meines Lehrers mit Fotos von meiner geliebten Natur zu verbinden!</p>
<p>Im folgenden findet ihr eine Diashow, die wir  aus Sri Chinmoys Gedichten zum Thema "Vorstellungskraft' und Fotos von Manyu und mir zusammengestellt haben.</p>
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<p>Und das ist die Vorderseite eines Fotobuchs mit Gedichten von Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
Auch in diesem Buch stammen die Fotos von meinem Mann Mananyu und mir.</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sushuti">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Gedichte</h2><div class="field-item"><p> </p>
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<h3><em>Stimme der Stille</em></h3>
<p><em>Gehorsam kommt von Hören,<br/>
Auf - Dich - Hören.<br/>
Gehorsam ist nicht harsche Disziplin.<br/>
Es ist das immer wache Lauschen<br/>
Auf die Stimme aus dem Herzen.<br/>
Um zu hören, muss ich still sein.<br/>
Diese meine Herzensstimme<br/>
Ist so zart,<br/>
ein Wispern nur...<br/>
Deshalb muss ich lauschen,<br/>
Immerzu wie nach einer fernen Melodie.</em></p>
<h3><em>Gebet</em></h3>
<p><em>Des Morgens komme ich zu Dir,<br/>
den neuen Tag<br/>
aus Deinen Händen zu empfangen.<br/>
Lehre mich,<br/>
wie er zu gebrauchen sei.<br/>
Besser noch -<br/>
handle einfach in mir und durch mich.<br/>
Dass ich Dein Instrument sei,<br/>
bitte ich.<br/>
Auf diese Weise bin ich aller Sorge ledig,<br/>
was gut sei und was schlecht<br/>
an meinem Tun.</em><br/>
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<em>Des Abends<br/>
<em>komme ich zu Dir,<br/>
zu Füßen Dir zu legen den gelebten Tag,<br/>
reich angefüllt mit dem,<br/>
was Du durch mich erfahren wolltest.</em></em></p>
<p><br/>
<em><em><em><em><em><em><img alt="Open bud" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/annett_paul/open-bud.gif" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></em></em></em></em></em></em></p>
<p><br/>
<em>Fruchtbare Ernte</em></p>
<p><em><em><em>Deine Botschaften sind wie Samen<br/>
Ins Erdreich meines Herzens<br/>
       gefallen.</em></em></em></p>
<p><em><em><em>Dort wachsen sie,<br/>
entfalten ihre Blüte,<br/>
       tragen Frucht.</em></em></em></p>
<p><em><em><em>Dort im Herzen will ich ernten.</em></em></em></p>
<p><em>Verheißung</em></p>
<p><em><em><em>Ich habe mich<br/>
am Flusse Deiner Gnade<br/>
in die Schlange der Wartenden<br/>
           eingereiht<br/>
und halte Ausschau<br/>
nach dem Segel Deines Bootes,<br/>
           das Glückseligkeit verheißt…</em></em></em></p>
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<h3><em><em><em>An den Himmel</em></em></em></h3>
<p><em><em><em>Als Vogel zu durchfliegen<br/>
   deine Bläue<br/>
wär´ mir nicht genug,<br/>
   da unabsehbar du dich dehnst…<br/>
Lass mich du selbst sein:<br/>
   mein Leib gespannt fortan<br/>
   als grenzenlose Himmelsweite!</em></em></em></p>
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<p><em>The Divine gardener</em></p>
<p><em><em><em>A withered rose<br/>
       I was.<br/>
Discovering my misery<br/>
You planted me<br/>
        into the sunlight-flooded<br/>
   divinely fragrant<br/>
Garden of Your Heart.</em></em></em></p>
<p><em>Difference</em></p>
<p><em>Human passion burns.</em></p>
<p><em><em><em>Divine Compassion turns.</em></em></em></p>
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<h2>Vom Glück des Singens</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p> Musik ist in unserem spirituellen Leben von größter Bedeutung. Sie kommt gleich nach tiefer Meditation oder intensivem Gebet. Meditation ist wie ein direkter Weg oder eine Abkürzung zu unserem Ziel. Musik ist eine Straße, die vollkommen klar ist; sie mag zwar etwas länger sein, doch sie ist ziemlich frei  von Hindernissen.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>aus dem Buch "<a href="https://verlag-goldenshore.de/">Meditation</a>"</em></p>
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<p><img alt="gandharvaloka-orchestra.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/happy_girls.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy hat der Welt einen unermesslichen Musikschatz hinterlassen, ein fast unüberschaubares Werk von mehr als 21.000 Liedern. Lieder, die vertonte Gebete und spirituelle Erfahrungen sind. Wenn ich diese Lieder singe, öffnet sich in meinem Herzen sofort ein Tor zur Welt der inneren Freude. Diese Freude ist von einer Qualität, die ich sonst nirgends so erfahre. Selbst Meditation schenkt mir eher Frieden oder Weite als diese Art von Entzücken. Darum singe ich so gern Sri Chinmoys Lieder, denn ich weiß, dass es auch sein Bewusstsein ist, welches in seinen Liedern wohnt. Ein Volkslied oder Popsong hätte niemals dieselbe Wirkung.</p>
<p>Auf diese Weise und auch weil unser Meister uns immerzu dazu ermuntert hat, habe ich schon Hunderte seiner Lieder gelernt. Viele sind leider schon ins Vergessen geraten, aber ebenso viele haben sich mir tief eingeprägt und wollen immer wieder ertönen. Ich erlebe oft, wie sich ein Lied von innen seinen Weg nach außen bahnt. Es singt in mir und dann will es einfach hinaus. Und wenn eines gesungen wurde, drängt schon das nächste nach. Die Lieder sind ein endloser Fluss, der kaum zu stoppen ist, wenn er mal zu fließen begonnen hat.</p>
<p>Ich kann nur sagen, dass es Sri Chinmoys Lieder sind, die mein spirituelles Leben am Leben erhalten, die mir Nahrung geben, die in der Wüste Blumen erblühen lassen, die mich mit der göttlichen Quelle verbinden.</p>
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<p>Wenn wir seelenvolle Musik hören oder wenn wir selbst seelenvolle Musik spielen, klettert unsere innere Existenz unmittelbar hoch, höher, am höchsten. Sie klettert hinauf und dringt in das Jenseits ein, das ständig versucht, uns zu helfen, uns zu führen und uns in unser eigenes transzendentales Ebenbild, unsere wirkliche Göttlichkeit umzuformen. Wenn wir seelenvolle Musik hören oder ein seelenvolles Musikstück spielen, fühlen wir ein inneres freudiges Erbeben in unserem gesamten Dasein. Wir fühlen, dass uns von den Fußsohlen bis zum Scheitel unseres Kopfes ein Fluss lichtvollen Bewusstseins durchströmt.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>aus „<a href="https://verlag-goldenshore.de/">Quelle der Musik</a>“ </em></p>
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<p><img alt="meditation concert.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/leannemar/storyimages/girls_singers_ii.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Für mich besteht allerdings ein Unterschied darin, ob ich selber singe oder jemandem zuhöre, der singt. In einem Buch fand ich mal den passenden Ausdruck dafür: der Unterschied ist so wie etwas selbst zu essen oder anderen beim Essen zuzuschauen. Nur habe auch feststellen können, dass viele Erwachsene in unserer Kultur den Zugang zum Singen verloren haben. Sicher gibt es begabte Menschen, die sich von Natur aus  musikalisch ausdrücken können. Doch Singen wird bei uns wenig gefördert, im Gegenteil, in der Schule wird das Schönsingen zur Leistung und vielen verleidet, so dass sich das Tor schließt, bevor es sich öffnen konnte. Und dann leben die meisten mit der Vorstellung, einfach nicht singen zu können.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy hat auf diese verbreitete Meinung zum Glück wenig Rücksicht genommen. Er hat uns ermuntert und es auch oft verlangt, dass wir seine Lieder singen. Warum? Weil er wusste, welch genialen Schlüssel seine Lieder sind. Schlüssel zur Herzenspforte. Ich habe über die Jahre hinweg erlebt, wie sich etliche seiner Schüler ohne große musikalische Begabung oder Schulung so entwickelt haben, dass sie vom eigenen Singen enorme Freude gewonnen oder sogar neue Fähigkeiten entwickelt haben. Meditation hat die Kraft, in uns neue Fähigkeiten, neues Leben zu schaffen. Wir sollten nur darauf vertrauen und zulassen, wenn es geschieht, müssen mentale Barrieren überwinden, an die unendliche Kraft unserer Seele glauben. All das kann uns das spirituelle Leben schenken.</p>
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<p>With its best friend, a song<br/>
My heart shall walk along<br/>
Eternity´s love-road<br/>
Casting aside darkness-load.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Auch wenn der schöne Reim beim Übersetzen verloren geht, möchte ich dieses seelenvolle Gedicht von Sri Chinmoy, welches er auch vertont hat, ins Deutsche übertragen:</p>
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<p>Mit seinem bestem Freund, dem Lied,<br/>
folgt mein Herz dem Liebe-Pfad der Ewigkeit<br/>
wirft ab die Last der Dunkelheit.</p>
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<img alt="eternity.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/sunstar.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/vom-gluck-des-singens">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Schon oft bin ich der Frage nachgegangen, was einen zum Künstler macht. Ist es das Talent zu malen, zu singen, zu tanzen oder Skulpturen zu formen? Ist es das abgeschlossene Studium, die Professionalität? Oder ist es der lockere Lebenswandel, der mit allen Normen bricht?</p>
<p>Meinem Wesen nach bin ich Künstlerin, da ich ein natürliches Bedürfnis habe, mich durch Musik, Bilder, Bewegung und schöpferische Ideen auszudrücken. Dennoch hatte ich oft eine gewisse Abneigung, mich als Künstlerin zu bezeichnen, weil es meinem Gefühl auch Stolz und Eitelkeit zum Vorschein kommen lässt. Warum?</p>
<p>Wenn man sich umschaut, ist dieses Merkmal manchen Künstlern eigen, meistens denen, die im Rampenlicht stehen. Sie fühlen sich als etwas Besonderes, da sie schöpferisch sind und oft mit tieferen Wirklichkeiten in Verbindung stehen. Ihr Gefühlsleben ist reich und überschwänglich, sie leben nicht in einer vom Verstand dominierten Schubladenwelt. Sie sind Individualisten, heben sich von der Masse ab. Aber genau diese Lebensweise kann zu einem gewissen Hochmut verleiten und die Eitelkeit fördern.</p>
<p>Wer sich mit Yoga beschäftigt, erkennt sehr schnell, dass es das menschliche Ego ist, welches nach Ruhm und Ehre hungert und sich einen Namen machen will. Bewundert zu werden vermittelt natürlich Befriedigung und ein gewisses Glücksgefühl. Aber für wie lange? Kann ein solches Leben wirklich erfüllt sein und bleibendes Glück mit sich bringen? Und was passiert, wenn die Anerkennung von außen schwindet, oder der eigene Körper nicht mehr mitmacht?</p>
<p>Ich glaube, dass wenige Menschen erkennen, dass Selbstdisziplin und künstlerisches Schaffen eng zusammen gehören. Doch gerade die Meisterschaft über sich selbst kann uns befähigen, der schöpferischen Welt gegenüber viel offener zu sein. Yoga und Meditation zeigen uns den Weg dahin.Wir müssen zu einem reinen Kanal werden. Je reiner wir werden, desto empfänglichere Instrumente werden wir. Wir werden reiner, je freier wir von uns selbst, von unserem kleinen menschlichen Selbst werden.</p>
<p>Wie es Sri Aurobindo ausdrückt, heißt rein zu sein, einzig für den göttlichen Einfluss empfänglich zu sein. Was ist das Göttliche? Das allumfassende schöpferische höchste Bewusstsein, das sich in millionenfachen Formen auszudrücken sucht.</p>
<p>Das spirituelle Leben führt uns dahin zu erkennen, dass wir als Mensch mehr als nur ein bloßes Geschöpf Gottes sind, wir sollen Partner Gottes werden. Das können wir aber nur dann, wenn wir in äußerster Bescheidenheit und Demut anerkennen, dass wir Instrumente einer höheren Macht sind. Woher kommen denn die schöpferischen Einfälle, wenn nicht von der uns umgebenden, uns durchdringenden geistigen Welt? Was haben wir denn schon dafür getan, dass wir sie empfangen können? Nicht Stolz sollte uns überwältigen, wenn wir etwas Schönes erschaffen, sondern Dankbarkeit für dieses Geschenk.</p>
<p>Viele Yogis und spirituelle Lehrer haben sich über Kunst geäußert. <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> beweist durch sein eigenes Beispiel am eindrucksvollsten, wie Kunst zu einem Mittel der göttlichen Offenbarung werden kann. Auf eine Weise, die mich als einfachen Menschen überwältigt und herausfordert. Welch grenzenlose Fülle an Musik, Bildern, Poesie und weisheitsvollen Schriften strömt da durch einen einzigen Menschen! Und welch hohen Anspruch stellt er an die Qualität! Nicht so sehr an die äußere Form, die haben ja schon Tausende anderer Künstler zur Vollendung gebracht. Nein, sein Anspruch liegt im Bewusstsein. Die eigene Schöpferkraft muss sich hoch, höher, am höchsten aufschwingen, wenn sie etwas Bedeutsames manifestieren will. Ich muss also tief meditieren, meinen Verstand still und durchlässig machen, in meinen Gefühlen rein sein. Auf diese Weise trete ich in Verbindung mit meiner göttlichen Natur. Erst dann kann ich den Menschen etwas Neues und Wahres anbieten.</p>
<p>Wie sehr wünschte ich, dass ich immer in diesem Fluss von Inspiration leben könnte, ohne auf Barrieren wie Lustlosigkeit, innere Leere, Mutlosigkeit oder Müdigkeit zu stoßen!</p>
<p>Ich kann mich gut erinnern, wie sehr mein Streben danach, einen künstlerischen Beruf zu erlernen, beeinträchtigt wurde durch das Auftauchen von eben diesen Hindernissen, durch die Abhängigkeit von meinen Stimmungen. Mein Wunsch konnte sich nicht darüber hinwegsetzen. Ich musste also an meiner inneren Verfassung arbeiten. Bevor ich etwas vom Yoga wusste, versuchte ich es mit psychologischen Methoden und mit autogenem Training, aber es war nur ein oberflächlicher Versuch, der mir keine innere Kraft verlieh, die ich aber so dringend brauchte.</p>
<p>Später fand ich die richtige spirituelle Literatur, die mir die Augen über die Natur des Menschen und den Sinn des Lebens öffnete. Kurze Zeit darauf kam ich in Kontakt mit Schülern von <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> und wurde bald darauf selbst eine. Es war mir klar geworden, dass ich nur durch den Yoga, durch die innere Arbeit an mir selbst und durch die Hilfe der Meditation zu dem werden konnte, was ich sein wollte. Zuallererst wollte ich glücklich sein, anhaltend und tief glücklich, denn die innere Freude ist die Kraft, die mich zu allem beflügelt. Ohne Freude kann es auch kein echtes künstlerisches Schaffen geben. Wer aus der Nacht menschlicher Verzweiflung und Depression heraus schafft, kann der Menschheit auch nur verdorbene Früchte anbieten. </p>
<p>Durch die Meditation und das spirituelle Leben kann ich mehr und mehr erkennen, wie sehr es auf das Bewusstsein ankommt, in dem sich ein Künstler befindet, weniger auf die äußere Form, die er erschafft, auch wenn sie den Sinnen zunächst schmeichelt.</p>
<p>Wer erfahren möchte, welche Antworten Sri Chinmoy auf diese Fragen gibt, dem empfehle ich, sein Buch „Die Quelle der Musik“ (The Source of Music) zu studieren.</p>
<p>Gott manifestiert sich im Physischen durch Schönheit, hat es Sri Aurobindo einmal formuliert. Das heißt dann aber auch, dass jede Kunst, alle Schönheit mit dem Göttlichen in Verbindung stehen muss. Ist sie davon getrennt, kann sie nicht wirklich schön sein.</p>
<p>Yoga zeigt uns, welche verschiedenen Bewusstseinsebenen es gibt, von der höchsten bis zur niedrigsten. Dabei heißt niedrig nicht notwendigerweise schlecht, sondern am weitesten vom Göttlichen entfernt. Und daher ist das Licht dort nur im geringsten Ausmaß zu finden.</p>
<p>Ein spiritueller Künstler versucht, göttliches Licht zu manifestieren. Er muss daher erst mit dem Licht eins werden, muss sein Bewusstsein erheben und erleuchten. Und das ist Yoga – Vereinigung mit Gott.</p>
<p>Man kann Yoga sehr wohl als die höchste Kunst bezeichnen. Sind wir erst einmal auf der Leiter zum Licht empor geklettert, ist es leicht, Schönes und Fruchtbares herabzubringen. Wollen wir etwas Bleibendes schaffen, müssen wir zuerst vom Hauch des Ewigen berührt worden sein.</p>
<p>Die Yogis lehren uns, dass in den höheren Welten bereits alles existiert, was auf der materiellen Ebene manifestiert wird. Es ist alles schon da. Wir brauchen nur die Früchte vom Baum zu pflücken. Das können wir aber nur, wenn wir auch auf den Baum hinaufklettern. Wie? Durch spirituelles Streben, durch Gebet und <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">Meditation</a>.</p>
<p>Wenn wir dann aber wieder auf die Erde herabsteigen und die Früchte den anderen anbieten, wie können wir dann so eitel und stolz darauf sein, etwas Großartiges erschaffen zu haben? Wir sind ja lediglich die Überbringer gewesen. Der Schöpfer selber sitzt auf dem Wipfel des Baumes.</p>
<p>Natürlich kenne ich das alles von mir selbst, sonst könnte ich auch nicht darüber schreiben. Mein eigenes künstlerisches wie spirituelles Wachsen begann mit Verzagtheit und Selbstzweifeln und stärkte sich dann an der Anerkennung und Bewunderung durch andere. Jeder braucht Anerkennung und Ermutigung, um daraus Schwung für neue Taten zu schöpfen. Aber irgendwann muss der Stolz auf mich selbst der Dankbarkeit gegenüber dem Einen weichen, der mir Seine Gnade geschenkt hat. Und erst dann kann ich zu einem besseren und vollkommeneren Instrument werden. Erst dann wird die Inspiration in reichem Maße durch mich hindurchfließen, ohne dass ich darauf warten muss. Weil sie dann nämlich nicht mehr behindert wird von kleinlichen egoistischen Bestrebungen. Letztendlich sollte sich ja alles menschliche Tun, ob in der Kunst, der Wissenschaft oder der alltäglichen Routine dem einen großen Ziel unterordnen: sich so in den Göttlichen Willen einzufügen, dass eine harmonische Einsseins-Welt möglich wird.</p>
<p>Ich habe immer wieder das Bild eines großen Orchesters vor Augen: Spielt jeder nach eigener Lust und Laune, wird der Gesamtklang ein schauerliches Chaos sein. Fügt sich aber jeder den Weisungen des Dirigenten, wird die harmonischste Musik erklingen. Die Kunst besteht darin herauszufinden, welche Note ich zu spielen habe, damit ich im großen kosmischen Orchester Wohlklang erzeugen kann. Mit anderen Worten, wie ich mit Gottes Willen eins werden kann.</p>
<p>Das ist es auch, was alle großen spirituellen Meister lehren: die höchste Kunst, die höchste Errungenschaft ist die vollkommene Überantwortung meines ganzen Daseins an das Höchste Selbst. Die Freude, die ich dann werde kosten können, wird alles bisherige in den Schatten stellen. Ein reines Instrument in den Händen Gottes sein.</p>
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<p>I tried to become good.<br/>
   God laughed at me.<br/>
I tried to become great.<br/>
   God laughed at me.<br/>
I tried to become perfect.<br/>
   God laughed at me.<br/>
Finally I said to God:<br/>
“My Lord, I shall become<br/>
what You want me to become.”<br/>
My Lord smiled at me and said:<br/>
“My child, now you are truly mine<br/>
and I am all yours."</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>All das sind Fragen, die sich mir auf dem spirituellen Weg stellen und die Suche nach einer Antwort führt mich mehr und mehr zur Wahrheit, zu meinem wirklichen Selbst. Und auf einmal weiß ich, dass es nicht wichtig ist, ob ich Künstlerin bin oder Angestellte… Ich bin eine Reisende auf einem Weg, der endlos ist, weil er in die Ewigkeit führt, ich bin eine Suchende, weil an jeder Wegbiegung wieder in Frage gestellt wird, was ich bereits entdeckt habe. Und so geht es weiter und weiter. Mag dieser Weg auch endlos sein, langweilig ist er nie.</p>
<p>Künstlerisches Tun wird zu einem Mittel, das auszudrücken, was ich auf diesem Weg erfahre und wie ich meine Entdeckungen mit anderen teilen kann - die Freude, die Reinheit, die Schönheit, die Liebe…</p>
<p>Was anderes tut denn mein verehrter Meister Sri Chinmoy, als Tag für Tag dem inneren Erleben ein äußeres Kleid zu verleihen, spirituelle Wahrheit so anzubieten, dass sie für jeden Menschen fassbar wird? Der eine spricht auf Musik an, der andere auf Dichtung, der nächste auf Form und Farbe. Wie keinem anderem zuvor gelingt es ihm, die Unermesslichkeit göttlicher Schöpferkraft in irdische Formen zu gießen. Ist nicht allein das schon genug, sich in größter Hochachtung vor ihm zu verbeugen? Tut er es um des Ruhmes willen? Ganz sicher nicht. Ein echter Yogi lebt jenseits dieses menschlichen Bedürfnisses. Warum dann? Vielleicht aus Liebe zur Menschheit, aus tiefstem Mitgefühl für unseren Hunger nach Schönheit, Ewigkeit und Glück?</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy ist ein spiritueller Meister, er hat die spirituellen Reichtümer entdeckt und will sie mit uns teilen. Weil wir sie erst noch entdecken müssen und er uns einen Weg dahin zeigen kann. Uns gewöhnlichen Menschen ist wahre Selbstlosigkeit noch fremd, darum sind wir geneigt ihn misszuverstehen, wenn er aus der traditionellen Abgeschiedenheit einer Höhle im Himalaya heraustritt an die Öffentlichkeit, um die Menschheit in ihrer Länge und Breite anzusprechen. Sein Yogaweg sprengt alle herkömmlichen Traditionen und geht in neue Dimensionen:</p>
<p>Einer neuen geeinten Welt des Miteinanders entgegen.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gedanken-zu-kunst-und-spiritualitat">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Bhagavantee A. Paul</h2><div class="field-item"><p>  Mein Name ist Bhagavantee Annett Paul. Soweit ich mich zurückerinnern kann, hat mich Musik schon mein ganzes Leben lang begleitet. Da meine Mutter Musiklehrerin war, habe ich sicher schon vor meiner Geburt intensiv ihren Geräuschen, Klängen und Liedern lauschen dürfen. In ein paar Momentaufnahmen meiner Erinnerung sehe ich mich als Kind abends heimlich an der Wohnzimmertür stehen und rauschenden Sinfonien lauschen.</p>
<p>Wir hatten ein Klavier und wenn meine Mutter manchmal spielte, saß ich unten drunter und kroch förmlich in die Klänge hinein. So kam ich halt auch dazu, Klavier zu lernen, obwohl ich die 10 Jahre Musikschule wohl kaum durchgehalten hätte, wenn meine Eltern nicht einen gewissen Druck ausgeübt hätten. In der siebten Klasse fand ich endlich Gefallen dran, da aus dem Üben endlich ein Musizieren wurde. Heute bin ich sehr dankbar dafür, dass ich das Klavier doch nicht zum Fenster rausgeworfen habe.</p>
<p>Gesungen haben wir auch oft miteinander, meist bei langen Autofahrten. Und das Singen hat mich immer sehr fröhlich gestimmt. So entging ich Gott sei Dank der entmutigenden Erfahrung, die Kinder oft in der Schule machen: dass ihnen das Singen verleidet wird, weil sie es eben nicht gut genug können. Heute ist es mir ein besonderes Anliegen, die Freude am Musizieren zu fördern, insbesondere bei Kindern, die es von Natur aus noch sehr gern und ungezwungen tun. </p>
<p><br/>
<img alt="gandharvaloka-linz-1.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/img_0470.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> <img alt="gandharvaloka-linz.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/img_0507.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Wie das bei Kindern so ist, hatte ich immer wieder neue Berufswünsche. Zuerst wollte ich Ärztin werden, wirklich lange Zeit. Dann unbedingt Förster, weil ich den Wald so liebte.  Als ich hörte, dass das eher harte Männerarbeit wäre, ließ ich davon ab. Dann kam Saatzüchterin an die Reihe, weil wir einen Garten hatten und Pflanzen mich sehr faszinierten. Irgendwann merkte ich, dass dieser Beruf doch nicht ganz meinem Ideal entsprach und ich wandte mich eher meinen künstlerischen Neigungen zu. Nein, Musik wollte ich wirklich nicht studieren, mich schreckte das viele Üben ab. Mir reichte es, wenn ich ein bisschen zu meiner Freude spielte. Es zog mich eher in die Kunst- und Designerwelt, zum Töpfern, Nähen, Basteln, Gestalten, Malen. In unserer Stadt gab es die Hochschule für Kunst und Industrielle Formgestaltung, die so genannte „Burg“. (Burg Giebichenstein) Und diese zog mich magisch an. Nur leider gab es eine berüchtigte Eignungsprüfung zu bestehen, der ich mich auch zu unterziehen hatte. Dafür hieß es zeichnen und malen zu üben. Hmm, war auch nicht so meins. Irgendwie hatte ich es nicht so mit ausdauerndem Training und noch weniger hatte ich den Ehrgeiz, mein hochgestecktes Ziel wirklich zu erreichen. Es war ja so schwierig und ich musste so gut sein, um angenommen zu werden. Und dann war das auch die Zeit, wo ich mich nach dem Sinn des Lebens überhaupt fragte und sehr oft keinen sah. Das raubte mir zusätzlich den Mut und den Optimismus.</p>
<p>Also, nach ein paar Jahren gab ich den Gedanken auf, Kunst studieren zu wollen. Übrigens war das die Zeit der großen Umbrüche in Deutschland und Europa, die Wende 1989. Da wusste eigentlich keiner, was passieren würde. Als die Grenzen dann offen waren, ergoss sich nicht nur ein großer Strom Menschen gen Westen, es kamen auch viele neue Ideen zu uns in den Osten herüber. Es war nämlich in der Tat so, dass wir im Osten von vielem abgeschnitten waren, nicht nur was die materiellen Dinge betraf, sondern vor allem das geistige Gut. <br/>
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Die Zeit der Wende bedeutete auch eine Wende für mein persönliches Leben. Da ich noch immer nicht wusste, welchen Beruf ich wirklich wählen sollte, es mich aber immer zu Kunst und Musik hinzog, hat dann wohl das Schicksal nachgeholfen. Durch meine Mutter lernte ich die Waldorfpädagogik kennen, die meiner Lebenshoffnung tatsächlich Flügel verlieh. Tief in mir drinnen war nämlich immer der Wunsch, durch eine vollkommene Erziehung/Bildung neue Menschen heranwachsen zu lassen. Und da fängt man natürlich am besten bei den Kindern an. (Heute ist mir klar, dass die Kinder auch nur so gut werden können wie ihre Vorbilder, die Erwachsenen. - Kennt ihr den Witz „Wie sollen wir denn unsere Kinder erziehen, wenn sie uns eh alles nachmachen? -  Darum habe ich begonnen, erst einmal mich selber zu erziehen.)<br/>
Um wieder zur Berufswahl zurück zu kommen: die Waldorfpädagogik erschien mir mit ihrer künstlerischen Praxis der perfekte Beruf zu sein, daher wollte ich Waldorfkindergärtnerin werden, was dann letztlich doch nichts wurde, weil ich Eurythmie zu studieren begann, eine Art Tanzkunst, wo Sprache, Musik, Dichtung, Malerei, Farblehre, Pädagogik, Therapie zu einem faszinierenden Ganzen zusammen geführt werden. Perfekt für mich, all meine Neigungen unterzubringen. (Aha, doch Kunststudium...)</p>
<p>Ich zog von Halle nach Nürnberg, vom Osten in den (Süd)Westen. Und fühlte mich, als wenn ich durch ein magisches Tor in eine andere Dimension gelangt wäre. Es wurde der Beginn meiner spirituellen Reise.</p>
<p>In Nürnberg lernte ich sehr bald das Sri-Chinmoy-Center kennen und wusste ziemlich schnell mit absoluter Sicherheit, dass ich dorthin gehörte. Im Oktober 1990 wurde ich Schülerin von Sri Chinmoy. Nach über 20 Jahren bin ich es noch immer. Meine Liebe zur Musik und Kunst habe ich gerade durch den immensen Einfluss Sri Chinmoys auf ganz neue, eben spirituelle Weise, ausleben können, auch wenn ich mir das alles ganz anders vorgestellt habe. Wie es halt so ist im Leben: der Mensch denkt, Gott lenkt.</p>
<p><img alt="gandharva loka linz.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/img_0509.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Diese Fotos hier zeigen den Ort, wo ich lange gearbeitet habe: ein Geschäft voller Musikinstrumente, die sich durch eine Besonderheit auszeichnen: sie kommen aus allen Kulturkreisen der Welt, sind im Aussehen und Klang meist ungewöhnlich und in einem Laden selten in dieser Vielfalt zu sehen. Er ist sogar in gewisser Weise ein Museum für musikalische Kultur. Die Welt der Klänge übt eine starke Anziehung und Wirkung auf mich aus und gerade die Beschäftigung mit anderen Kulturen hat meinen Horizont mächtig erweitert. Daher möchte ich gern mehr über diesen besonderen Ort schreiben: das Klanghaus "Gandharva Loka".<br/>
Den Namen „Gandharva Loka“ erhielt das Musikgeschäft von Sri Chinmoy. Überhaupt ist es auf seine Anregung hin entstanden, da er einige seiner Schüler inspiriert hat, eigene Firmen zu gründen. Das erste Klanghaus wurde 1989 in Zürich eröffnet, später folgten die Filialen in Salzburg, Wien, Nürnberg, Graz. Wer mehr darüber wissen will, sollte auf diese website schauen: <a href="http://www.gandharvaloka.com">www.gandharvaloka.com</a></p>
<p>Gandharva Loka kommt aus dem Sanskrit und bedeutet: Das Reich der Himmlischen Musiker. Sri Chinmoy sprach öfter von den Gandharvas, die Wesen von einer sehr hohen Bewusstseinsebene seien und begnadete Musiker und Sänger inspirieren würden. (In den berühmten indischen Schriften Ramayana und Mahabharata werden sie häufig erwähnt.) Ich bin sicher, dass sie hier auf der Erde durch uns einen Platz gefunden haben, sich zu verkörpern und die Musikwelt zu bereichern. Auch wenn die spirituelle Dimension solcher Geschäfte nicht immer erkannt bzw. geschätzt wird. Allerdings habe ich schon oft erleben dürfen, wie Menschen, die in den Laden kommen, von etwas berührt werden, was sie selber gar nicht benennen könnten. Sie gehen verwandelt hinaus. Für mich ist klar, dass es die Berührung der himmlischen Musiker ist.</p>
<p><img alt="gandharvaloka-linz-3.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/bhagavantee/img_0508.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy legte immer großen Wert auf Musik, war er doch selbst unermüdlicher Komponist einer unendlichen Fülle spiritueller Lieder und auch aktiver Musiker. Für ihn war Musik ein Medium für subtile innere Erfahrungen, die Virtuosität stand nicht im Vordergrund. Und ich möchte dazu sagen, dass sich mein Musikverständnis sowohl durch seine Art zu musizieren als auch die Instrumente, mit denen ich zu tun hatte, sehr verändert hat. Ich habe die Schönheit, die einem einzigen Ton oder Klang innewohnt, entdecken dürfen, ich habe auch gelernt, hinter die Musik zu hören, das Bewusstsein darin zu erspüren. Dadurch tritt der Anspruch auf perfektes Instrumentenspiel in den Hintergrund und die spontane, kindliche Freude an Klängen kommt zurück. Das ist es auch, was ich unserer Kultur wünsche: dass Musizieren wieder für jeden Menschen zugänglich ist und nicht nur von wenigen ausgebildeten Virtuosen vorgetragen werden kann oder darf. In Naturvölkern war Musik ja immer ein Teil des sozialen Lebens, in das alle eingebunden waren. Tanz, Gesang, Arbeit, Feste, Rituale, Heilung waren ein zusammengehöriges Ganzes. Ob wir wieder dahin kommen?</p>
<p><img alt="trommeln.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/bhagavantee/storyimages/img_0466.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Wenn ich so zurückschaue, finde ich sehr viele meiner damaligen beruflichen Bestrebungen in dem, was ich heute tue, wieder. Nichts geht wirklich verloren, Talente können auf immer wieder neue Weise eingesetzt werden. Und vor allem für einen höheren Zweck. Sri Chinmoy betont immerzu den Aspekt von „selfgiving“ – sich selbst zu geben, zu schenken. Das sei die beste Weise, um glücklich zu sein und bleibende Zufriedenheit zu gewinnen. Sich Gott zu schenken.<br/>
Für mich bedeutet das, sich der höheren Führung anzuvertrauen, die immer weiß, was gut für einen ist. Aufzuhören, nur nach der Erfüllung eigener selbstsüchtiger Wünsche zu streben. Sich zu einem Instrument, Sprachrohr Gottes zu machen. Frei zu werden von Enge, Begrenzung, Egoismus.<br/>
Was nichts anderes bedeutet als lebenslanges Lernen und Wachsen. Das ist der spirituelle Lebens- und Reifungsprozess, der nie aufhört. Oder doch? Vielleicht dann, wenn man am Tor der Vollendung angekommen ist, wenn man eintaucht in die große göttliche Umarmung des Eins-mit-Allem-Seins.<br/>
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<p>Mittlerweile bin ich durch meinen starken Wunsch, Musik zu unterrichten und in direkter Weise an Menschen zu vermitteln, in die Musikstadt Salzburg gezogen. Hier unterrichte ich nebenberuflich Klavier, indisches Harmonium und Rhythmusinstrumente. Eine Ausbildung zur Kinderyogalehrerin eröffnet mir nun auch noch andere Wege, mit Kindern zu arbeiten. Auch hier kann ich Musik und Klang kreativ einsetzen. Mehr darüber auch auf meiner website <a href="https://www.yoga-und-musik.at/">www.yoga-und-musik.at.</a></p>
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<h2>Durch die Meditation habe ich gelernt...</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/bikash/storyimages/bikash_frost.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Ich bin Bikash Frost, seit 1982 Schüler von Sri Chinmoy. Mit der <a href="https://herzlicht.coach" target="_blank">HerzLicht-Methode</a> coache ich Unternehmen Achtsamkeit und Meditation in das tägliche operative Geschäft zu integieren. Es entsteht eine herzliche Unternehmenskultur und praktische Lösungen die nachhaltig wirken, weil sie von innen nach aussen wirken.</p>
<p>Ich möchte mit Ihnen die Inspiration und Freude teilen, die ich durch meine Lebensentwicklung erleben darf.</p>
<p>Das ist heute, doch wie hat alles angefangen? Nach meinem Abitur studierte ich ganz klassisch BWL. Ich hatte allerdings nicht das Gefühl, dadurch ultimativ glücklich zu werden. Nicht das ich bis dahin unglücklich gewesen wäre. Ich hatte eine glückliche Kindheit und auch eine schöne Zeit als Jugendlicher. Doch da waren des öfteren Momente, in denen ich das starke Bedürfnis hatte mich mit der "inneren Welt" und der Seele zu beschäftigen.</p>
<p>Als ich auf Bücher stieß, die über Meditation schrieben, erregte das meine Aufmerksamkeit. Ich war neugierig und versuchte es selbst. Mit mäßigem Erfolg muss ich sagen. Meine Suche war anfangs nicht anhaltend. Periodisch kehrte so eine Art „innere Sehnsucht“ wieder. Jetzt wuchs in mir das Bedürfnis einen Lehrer zu haben. Ich wollte aber nicht irgendeinen, sondern einen wahren <a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/library/fragen/meister" target="_blank" title="Meister">Meister</a>, von dem ich wirklich alles lernen könnte. Zu der Zeit dachte ich, man könne einen Meister ausschließlich in Indien finden. Und genau da wollte ich nicht hin. So etwas nennt man wohl ein Dilemma.</p>
<p>Zum Glück gab es ein Buch auf das ich aufmerksam wurde. Der Autor, ein Brite namens Reshad Field, schrieb in  „Ich ging den Weg des Derwisch“ über sein Leben und wie er zu seinem Meister gekommen ist. Er fand ihn in Schottland. Da erwachte in mir eine Hoffnung, wenn es Reshad Field gelungen ist, einen Meister in Europa zu finden, müsste es für mich doch auch möglich sein. Über dieses Buch bin ich mit weiterer Sufi Literatur in Berührung gekommen. Zur Erläuterung, Sufismus ist der mystische Teil des Islams und ist ein Weg des Herzens und der reinen Liebe zu Gott. Das hat mich außerordentlich fasziniert. Dann geschah eine Weile nichts.</p>
<p>Bei einem meiner Besuche in der Unibibliothek Köln fiel mir ein Poster für einen Vortrag über spirituelle Meister auf. Es sprach mich direkt an aber ich ging nicht hin. Nach ein paar weiteren Wochen entdeckte ich wieder ein einziges Poster, an einem Laternenpfahl. Diesmal war das Thema „<a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/library/fragen/tod?searchterm=tod%20und%20wiedergeburt" target="_blank">Tod und Wiedergeburt</a>“. Ich kam nach Hause und sagte zu meiner Frau: heute Abend müssen wir unbedingt auf diesen Vortrag gehen. Diesmal klappte es.</p>
<p>Der Vortrag wurde von einem Schüler Sri Chinmoys gehalten. Das was er sagte war gar nicht so wichtig für mich. Es war seine Ausstrahlung die mich faszinierte. Als ich dann am Ende des Vortrags noch ein Foto von Sri Chinmoy sah, hatte ich in meinem Herzen das Gefühl, jemanden zu treffen der mir sehr vertraut war.</p>
<p>Kurz darauf entschied ich mich <a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> zu bitten, mich als <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/yoga-und-das-spirituelle-leben/meister-und-schueler" target="_blank">Schüler</a> anzunehmen. Dazu schrieb ich ihm einen Brief und legte ein Foto von mir dazu. Ich wurde angenommen und bin seither auf einer spannenden und erfüllenden Abenteuerreise, sowohl in der inneren als auch in der äußeren Welt.</p>
<p>In meinem beruflichen Leben habe ich sehr viele unterschiedliche Erfahrungen sammeln dürfen, die mir dabei helfen, meinen Traum zu leben. Ich coache Unternehmer, Führungskräfte und Mitarbeiter eine Unternehmenskultur zu leben, die auf Vertrauen und Respekt basiert.</p>
<p>Natürlich haben Unternehmen eine wirtschaftliche Aufgabe. Viel wichtiger für mich ist jedoch die Aufgabe, Menschen einen Rahmen zu geben, der ihnen hilft, persönlich wachsen zu können.</p>
<p>Durch die Meditation habe ich gelernt, wie wichtig es ist, Zeit für Wichtiges zu haben, und eine innere Freude zu kultivieren. Achtsamkeit und Meditation sind daher auch in Unternehmen ein Schlüssel zu ganzheitlichem und nachhaltigen Erfolg. Es ist mir ein tiefes Anliegen, einer Arbeit nachzugehen, die mit Sinn erfüllt ist und die meinem Verständnis von Spiritualität entspricht.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/bikash">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Warum 3100 Meilen laufen?</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/smarana/smarana2007.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />3100 Meilen oder fast 5000 km klingen wie eine Ewigkeit und wahrlich, es fühlt sich auch so an.</p>
<p>Sehr oft wurde ich gefragt:  „Warum läufst du so ein langes Rennen?“</p>
<p>Das ist eine Frage, die man so nicht auf die Schnelle beantworten kann; da muss ich weiter ausholen. Jegliche Art von Sport hat von jeher eine magische Anziehung auf mich ausgeübt, aber Laufen hat immer eine zentrale Stelle für mich eingenommen. Es ist so einfach und man braucht nur, eine Hose, ein T-Shirt und ein paar Laufschuhe. Als ich gerade einmal 10 Jahre als war, bin ich einfach so aus einer Laune heraus einen Halbmarathon gelaufen. Ich habe damals von Ausrüstung noch nicht viel Ahnung gehabt und habe mir dabei zwei blaue Zehennägel eingehandelt. Ich war nie wirklich ein sehr schneller Läufer, aber ich habe die Bewegung, die Herausforderung und das Gefühl zu laufen, einfach geliebt. Meine Einstellung zu vielen Dingen änderten sich in unglaublichem Maße, als Sri Chinmoy mein spiritueller Mentor wurde. Das Motto von <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/at/sri_chinmoyhttp://">Sri Chinmoy</a> ist „Self Transcendence“ in allen Bereichen des Lebens. Das soviel bedeutet wie, dass wir uns immer wieder verbessern können, über unseren eigenen Schatten springen können. Sehr viele Restriktionen sind im Verstand und wir glauben, dass dies oder jenes nicht möglich ist, aber wenn wir es versuchen, dann sehen wir, dass es nicht nur möglich ist, sondern unvermeidlich, wenn wir den Glauben daran haben und Geduld kultivieren.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.ashrita.com">Ashrita Furman</a> ist ein strahlendes Beispiel dafür. Ashrita hat mehr als 100 Guinness Rekorde und er ist unermüdlich in seinen Bemühungen weitere hinzuzufügen.</p>
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<p>Ich glaube, dass jeder Läufer einmal den Traum gehabt hat einen Marathon zu laufen. Am Anfang ist es ein Traum, aber mit fortschreitendem Training wird es immer mehr eine Realität. Dann kommt der große Tag. Du stehst am Start und… Stunden später läufst du über die Ziellinie und bist im siebenten Himmel; eine weitere mentale Barriere ist durchbrochen.</p>
<p>Vor einigen Jahren wurden die Marathon Läufer noch als ein verrücktes Völkchen verunglimpft und jetzt jagt ein Teilnehmerrekord den anderen; der Marathonlauf wurde salonfähig. Nach meinem ersten Marathon habe ich von einem 700 Meilen Lauf gehört und ich war sofort begeistert von der Idee. Das Problem war nur, dass ich mir das nicht wirklich zutraute. Eine kleine, aber immer lauter werdende Stimme hat dann aber doch das Ruder in die Hand genommen und ich habe mich an die Startlinie gewagt und den Lauf beendet. Über einige Jahre sind  meine Ausdauer und meine mentale Stärke mit mir gewachsen und ich habe den 3100 Meilen Lauf geschafft. Wer hätte sich das vor Jahren gedacht, dass ich einmal so eine Distanz laufen werde? Mit Geduld, Zielstrebigkeit und Gnade, gibt es irgendetwas, dass unmöglich ist? Der <a href="http://www.srichinmoyraces.org/3100http://">Self Transcendence 3100 Meilen Lauf</a>, wie er genannt wird, ist ein ganz spezieller Lauf, in vielfacher Hinsicht und auf mehreren Ebenen. Er umfasst für mich: Die Ewigkeit von unserem Fortschritt im Leben Die Herausforderung  des Lebens Die Ausdauer, die wir in unserem Leben brauchen Die Geduld Dinge zu erreichen Den inneren Frieden, in jeder Situation zu bewahren Die Hilfe die uns ein positiver Verstand geben kann …</p>
<p>Was diesen Lauf für mich so speziell macht ist, dass ich in relativ kurzer Zeit sehr viel über mich erfahren kann. Die Distanz von 3100 Meilen muss in 51 Tagen bewältigt werden und das macht im Schnitt 60,7 Meilen. Da geht es oft ans Eingemachte und es wird alles sehr intensiv. Für 51 Tage musst du sehr konzentriert sein und mit Regen, Schwüle, Hitze, Verletzungen und Schlafentzug umgehen lernen. Du gehst wirklich an die Limits und  musst Tag für Tag aufs Neue lernen mit Problemen umzugehen.</p>
<p>Bei diesem Punkt möchte ich gerne sagen, dass je länger das Rennen wird , der Verstand immer wichtiger wird. Du kannst so viel Energie generieren, wenn dein Verstand ruhig  und fröhlich ist. Wenn deine Gedanken Amok laufen und negativ sind, dann verlierst du unglaublich viel Energie und du siehst überall nur das Negative. Hier kann die Meditation extrem helfen unseren Verstand zu kontrollieren und ihm eine positive Ausrichtung zu geben. Ich möchte an dieser Stelle eine Begebenheit von einem Läufer erzählen. Bei einem 100km Lauf in Wien ist ein Freund von mir mitgelaufen und er hat bereits 70km hinter sich gehabt. Er hat sich noch recht frisch gefühlt als seine Frau kam und sagte:“ Du schaust erschöpft aus, du schaffst es nicht.“ Sicher genug, fünf Kilometer später hat er aufgegeben; die Kraft des Verstandes.</p>
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<p>Während des Laufes ist es wie eine Hochschaubahn, du hast deine Auf und Ab, aber wenn du weiter machst, siehst du auch nach dem längsten Tunnel irgendwann wieder Licht; du musst einfach dran bleiben und nach dem Positiven schauen und du wirst belohnt werden. Ist es nicht das gleiche im täglichen Leben. Kennen wir nicht alle das Gefühl an machen Tagen, dass wir am liebsten die Decken über den Kopf ziehen würden und das Haus nicht verlassen wollen? Bei dem 3100er  bekommt man viele Möglichkeiten solche Momente zu erleben und  damit umzugehen. Nach so einem Lauf kommen mir so viele Probleme  lächerlich vor. Ich bin sehr dankbar für diese Möglichkeiten, diese Erfahrungen in einer zeitlich so geballten Form, erfahren zu dürfen. Bei diesem Lauf kannst du dich nicht gehen lassen und bei Problemen klein beigeben. Jedes Problem dem du aus dem Weg gehen willst, wird dich so lange verfolgen, bist du es gelöst hast. Im normalen Leben, können wir uns mit Fernsehen oder anderen Zerstreuungen ablenken, aber nicht hier- sich dem Problem stellen ist die Devise. Der Lauf fängt mit dem ersten Schritt an und viele müssen dem folgen. Wenn du immer an die ganze Distanz denkst, dann fängt der Verstand zu rotieren an, also musst du es in kleinere Portionen teilen. Der Verstand kann mit einem Tag, mit ein paar Stunden oder einigen Runden etwas anfangen, aber nicht mit der „Ewigkeit“. Wenn wir im Moment an alles denken würden, was wir noch alles in unserem Leben machen müssten, würde das wie ein riesiger Berg  vor uns stehen und uns nicht gerade motivieren. Ist dieses Rennen nicht ein großartiger Lehre fürs Leben? Sri Chinmoy nimmt an dem Lauf persönlich sehr großen Anteil und ist fast jeden Tag zu den Läufern gekommen um uns zu inspirieren. Al Howie war in den 80er Jahren eine Ultra Legende. Nach einem 1300 Meilen Lauf, organisiert vom <a href="http://www.srichinmoyraces.org/http://">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a>, sind wir zusammen gesessen und  er hat gesagt: “Jedes Mal wenn ich hierher komme und mitlaufe, verlasse ich den Lauf als besserer Mensch.“ Ja, deswegen laufe auch ich dieses Rennen  immer wieder, um ein besserer Mensch zu werde.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/warum-3100-meilen-laufen">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A demonstration of the Master’s occult powers</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>We had a very memorable experience that happened on Guru’s birthday, August 27, 1972. He was turning 41 years old. And even though that may seem young to most of us these days, at that point I was only 20 myself, and Guru always seemed to me like an eternal, ageless type of Master.</p>
<p>This was the first large birthday celebration that Guru had ever had, and it took place near our Connecticut Centre. Everything was situated outside in this big field. We had a stage set up, and the entire function—all the music and plays and everything—took place outdoors.</p>
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<p>In the middle of the function that afternoon, the clouds began to gather, and soon it started to rain lightly. So Guru went up on the stage, sat down in a chair, and meditated. And it stopped raining.</p>

<p>Then someone got up and announced, “You’ve just seen a demonstration of the Master’s occult powers.” To which Guru responded very modestly, “It’s going to rain again.”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/arpan/sri-chinmoy-woods-1972.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The function continued for maybe another half hour to an hour, and the clouds grew darker. Eventually it started raining really hard, with water just pouring out of the sky. At that point, Guru walked over to the side of the field, where there was a little forest of trees, and began meditating again. You can see this in the photo. At the time, I was standing over to the side, maybe ten or fifteen meters from Guru, when someone next to me took this picture.</p>
<p>In it, Guru is wearing a garland. This was because it was his birthday, and someone had given it to him. You can see that Guru is looking up at the sky. If you look very closely at his front pocket, you’ll see a white piece of paper—that was the program for the birthday function. More importantly, you can see that the sun is beginning to shine again. This is exactly when the sun started coming out.</p>
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<p>Guru started meditating in the pouring rain, then we could see the sun shining on the tree behind him. When we looked up at the sky, we saw a big round space in the clouds getting bigger and bigger, and the sun started shining. Just like that, no more rain. The sun shone brightly for the rest of the day.</p>
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<p>Surrender to God’s Will.<br/>
You will see miracles<br/>
At every turn.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wj90o4f" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 28, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_wj90o4f">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wj90o4f"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wj90o4f">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-27105">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 28, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/demonstration-masters-occult-powers">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Check your Front Tire</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>When I was 19 years old and still in college, I had to go home from school for the summer. I had recently joined Guru’s path and had been a disciple for only a month. I still didn't understand Guru that much and had a little bit of fear about the whole “being a disciple” thing, but as this story will show, I was also receptive to Guru’s influence and protection.</p>
<p>My means of transportation was my motorcycle, and I had to ride it home about 100 kilometers on the highway. As I got on the motorcycle, I felt a very powerful thought—you could say an inner voice—run through me. It wouldn't leave my mind, and it gave me two directives. The first was, “Check your front tire. Before you ride your motorcycle, check the front tire of your motorcycle.” And the second was, “Chant ‘Supreme’ all the way home.” (Sri Chinmoy’s preferred term for God was “Supreme.”)</p>
<p>I had not yet met Guru in person, and I didn't know where this thought was coming from. But it was extremely powerful and it wouldn’t leave me. So I checked the bike—I checked the tires, I checked everything. And I rode home very carefully at a minimum speed, chanting, “Supreme, Supreme, Supreme, Supreme” the whole way. I thought I was going crazy, but I felt compelled to do these things.</p>

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<p>An hour later I was almost at my home town, riding slowly along a very fast highway, when all of a sudden the front wheel of my motorcycle started shaking and shaking. I couldn't handle the bike any more. I slowed down even more and was able to drift over to the shoulder of the road and jump off my motorcycle. The only reason this was possible was because I was prepared for it.</p>
<p>I got off, looked at my motorcycle, and saw that the front tire was totally flat—no air at all. At that point, I knew that Guru had just saved my life, and my faith in him increased by two thousand percent. Just like that, I had no more fear of Guru, because it was obvious that he had warned me about my front tire going flat an hour before it happened. I knew that if I had been riding normally along the highway, I would have definitely gotten badly hurt or even killed if I hadn’t received that warning from Guru.</p>
<p>When I got home and my parents asked me, “What are you doing with this meditation, with this teacher? What practical value does it have?” all I really had to say was, “Well, he just saved your son's life. That's pretty practical.”</p>
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<p>My faith in God<br/>
Is my inner freedom.<br/>
My faith in God<br/>
Is my outer confidence.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_prp6w1q" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 8, #42, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_prp6w1q">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_prp6w1q"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_prp6w1q">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/apr-798">My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers</a>, part 8, #42, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/check-your-front-tire">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>At one point during the early 1980s, Guru asked me to start putting on Sri Chinmoy tennis tournaments in the same way that the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team holds running races.</p>
<p>My internal reaction was interesting because it shows how, as humans, we are composed of different aspects. Parts of me—you could say my heart and soul—were absolutely thrilled. But my mind was thinking, “I know how tennis tournaments are.”  I was aware that very often the players (and the parents, if it's a junior tournament), can get very intense. I was also quite concerned about how we would arrange for such a tournament and have it be really good.</p>
<p>It was winter in Chicago, which is extremely cold, so I realized I would have to rent an indoor tennis space, which is pretty expensive. Because of this, I knew we couldn't have a tournament for multiple age groups. We would have to keep things more tightly focused than that. I wanted the tournament to showcase good, interesting tennis without being too aggressive, so I chose to do a “girls 14 and under” tournament at an indoor court in Chicago.</p>

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<p>The photo shows the disciples from the Chicago Centre with Guru, who came to Chicago for the tournament (and also to give a concert). Guru was glowing two or three times as much as anybody else there. The tournament itself went quite well, and the kids and their parents enjoyed themselves a lot. We did something that people don't generally do for tennis tournaments—we had tons of food.</p>
<p>We also had special shirts made for everyone to wear. They said “Sri Chinmoy Tennis Classic” on the front of the shirt and, because my mind was in Wimbledon mode at the time, an image of a laurel wreath. The trophies were beautiful silver bowls. The whole event was done almost like a national tournament, and the participants were really thrilled.</p>
<p>This is all an example of Guru’s grace. Of all the disciples there, I was the only one who really knew much of anything about tennis. But we all worked together to put on this tournament, and everything turned out amazingly well. Everyone was happy—Guru, the disciples, the players and their parents.</p>
<p>Guru used to always say, “Just start, start.” This story shows how, if you just start your project, whatever it may be, the negative forces that worry you will recede, and then the divine forces can come into it and create a marvelous event.</p>
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<p>God-manifestation-teamwork<br/>
Is infinitely better and happier<br/>
Than any other teamwork.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_mgwk7uq" title="My song-river-heart, part 2, 1992" href="#footnote1_mgwk7uq">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_mgwk7uq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_mgwk7uq">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/srh-77">My song-river-heart</a>, part 2, 1992</li>
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<h2>A sublime meditation with Sri Chinmoy</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/anugata/sri-chinmoy-looking-outside.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In recent years certain rules for new disciples have been established about when you can come to New York for a visit. You have to be disciple for a while so that you can understand what's going on. But we didn’t have these rules when I first joined the path, so the first time I went to New York for our August Celebrations, I didn't understand. I thought I was going to just sit down near Guru and have really high meditations all the time.</p>
<p>What actually happened was that on the day I arrived, they were having Games Day in Connecticut. I showed up to find Guru sitting on a basketball court watching the New York girls versus the San Francisco girls play a rather ferocious game of basketball.</p>
<p>Of course Guru was way ahead of everything and everyone else, and knew exactly what to do with all of us at all times. I was basically okay, but a little confused. Where was the meditation? I went a short distance away to sit on a nearby stone wall and tried to meditate. And suddenly I had this amazing experience.</p>
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<p>I was taken away from my physical body and felt like I was floating above myself. It was ecstatic! After a short time, I turned my head to look at Guru. He was maybe two hundred meters away, and as soon as I looked in his direction, he turned around to gaze at me most intensely.</p>

<p>Then the experience ended. However, I knew that Guru was fully aware of what had just happened to me. I vividly remember the experience to this day.</p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_r71m34p"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_r71m34p">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-6362">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 7, Agni Press, 1998</li>
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<p>Abhejali Bernadova from the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Zlin, Czech Republic completed a unique 'channel triathlon' - swimming the English Channel from Dover to Calais, then cycling through France, Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany, and finally a 182km run to Prague - a total of 1111km. It took her 7 days, 12 hours and 5 minutes.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy encouraged his students to practice sports as part of their spiritual life, and some of his students have been inspired to use their inner spiritual capacity to achieve remarkable feats of endurance. In 1985, members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre first crossed the English Channel, and since then members our group have completed almost 50 channel crossings.</p>
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<p>When you climb a mountain or swim the English Channel, you may call it a silly adventure, but I take it as part of our manifestation. In the world of manifestation, there is an outer history and an inner history. One is in the mind and one is in the heart. The mind’s history we will forget the next day, but the history of the heart we will forever remember.</p>
<p>....In an adventure, if you do not meet with immediate success, you have to feel that eventually you <em>will</em> succeed. In the beginning, the idea of swimming the English Channel seemed impossible. Now a number of our girl disciples are doing it, and one older man is defying age and conquering the Channel. So if somebody else fails, you should not give up. Either you will do it, or there will be somebody else to come who will succeed.</p>
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<p>Abhejali started on Monday September 13 at 3am from Dover. Contending with a force-5 gale, she completed the crossing in 15 hours and 33 minutes. The only other successful crossing on the same day was a 5-person relay team. It was her last chance to swim this year and the swim had already been postponed a few times.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/abhejali/triathlon/tracking.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
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<p>She then cycled from Calais to her hometown of Cheb, near the Czech/German border. The cycling leg, which took her 4 days, was approximately 900 kilometres through France, Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany.</p>
<p>She arrived in Cheb on Saturday afternoon, then ran 182km to Prague, arriving on Monday afternoon. Her daily average was 220km cycling and 2 marathons running.</p>
<p>Abhejali completed her first English Channel swim in 2011. Seven years later she completed the Oceans Seven, a list of seven noted long-distance swims around the world. With her swimming she tries to inspire others to overcome their own limits and show that many of these limits exist only in the mind.</p>
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<h2>Peace Week in Bulgaria</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Inspired by Sri Chinmoy, our members not only organise meditation events, but also joyful and dynamic events for the public, to spread the feeling that the world is one human family. The most popular event is the<strong> Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run</strong>, which is a global torch relay that has visited over 155 countries. It is founded on the simple idea of passing a peace torch from hand to hand, to millions of people around the globe.</p>
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<p>In September 2021, a Peace Week was held in Sofia, Bulgaria with many peace-themed events. The highlight was a ceremony where we presented the Peace Run Torch-Bearer award to some of Bulgaria's most talented athletes.</p>
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<p>I believe that this award is a bridge between the countries of the world and unites them in a unique way, because sport is a language that does not need translation wherever you go. <strong>Ivet Goranova</strong> <em>Olympic karate champion</em></p>
<p>I am honored to receive this medal of kindness and peace. I want the world to be better and I think sport is the strongest weapon to live in a more peaceful world. It is no coincidence that all wars have stopped during the Olympic Games. I am a dreamer and I know that we can live in a beautiful fairy tale with a good ending. <strong>Stanimira Petrova. </strong><em>World and European boxing champion</em></p>
<p>Thank you for this invaluable award. We must appreciate the real things and stand firmly on the ground. Let's be more humble, better, to live in harmony and to help everyone around us. <strong>Ivaylo Ivanov</strong> E<em>uropean champion, No 1 Bulgarian athlete 2020 </em></p>
<p>It is a great pleasure for me that you are awarding me with this title. We have come a long way in the last few years in preparation for the Olympics, a lot of pain and hardship. It is a great honor for us athletes that people respect what we do. <strong>Hristo Hristov</strong> <em>European weightlifting silver medallist</em></p>
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<p>The honorees were congratulated in a video message by Bulgarian footballing legend Hristo Stoichkov:</p>
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<p>The event also featured a concert for peace by Mandu and Visuddhi Trummer from Austria.</p>
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<p>The week featured a lot of school visits! Visiting schools and youth groups are a huge focus of the Peace Run when we travel around the world. The children always love holding and running with our Peace Torch, and from the children our runners get a huge amount of inspiration and hope for the future of the world.</p>
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<p>During the Peace Week, we planted many Peace Trees with the help of the children.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/bg/images/peaceweek/peacetree.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
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<h2>Poetic transcendence</h2>
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<p>Guru always spoke about the importance of self-transcendence. But nobody in the universe actually did self-transcendence more than Guru.</p>
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<p>One year, I went on our annual Christmas trip and was not able to do much in terms of what we call “manifestation”⎯promoting awareness of Guru’s presence and his spiritual philosophy. For some reason we were not allowed to do this type of work; I don’t remember the exact reason.</p>
<p>What Guru did with me instead was that every morning at 7:00 a.m., he would call me on the phone and dictate poems to me. He said that I should type them up secretly and not tell anyone. So every morning he would dictate, and it was a magnificent experience for me. By the end of the Christmas trip, I had thousands of poems. Guru said, “Please now, please bring them to me in folders.” So I did.</p>
<p>During the day, when he was in our meeting room, he would also dictate poems to the girls, and they would write them down and type them up. At the end of the trip, Guru asked the girls, “What is the grand total of poems that I have done on the Christmas trip?” It was a very big number⎯something like twenty thousand poems.</p>
<p>The girls were counting carefully, but like a mischievous boy Guru said, “I think you are missing many of them! Here are three thousand more you have not counted!” He brought out this big stack of poems that he had dictated to me and said, “Secretly I’ve been dictating poems every morning as well as during the day.”</p>
<p>Guru had such eagerness for self-transcendence!</p>
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Never end.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_yrco7qg" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 32, Agni Press, 2003" href="#footnote1_yrco7qg">1</a></p>
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<h2>A Twenty-First Century seeker</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Pradhan Balter has been a student of Sri Chinmoy since 1973, and has given countless talks and workshops on meditation and the spiritual life in over 30 countries. He is a gifted storyteller, and loves to talk about his spiritual journey. He also spent many hours with Sri Chinmoy, and has a lot of stories to tell about that too.</p>
<p>A Twenty-First Century Seeker is compiled from recordings of many of Pradhan&#39;s talks, so the book has a very spontaneous, conversational feel to it. The book is really like a practical manual, covering all areas from starting meditation, to growing your spiritual practice and keeping it fresh after months and years have passed.</p>

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<h2>The story behind the photo, 30 years later</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-1991-carl-lewis-shoes.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I took this photo on Sri Chinmoy’s birthday, in August 1991 at Aspiration-Ground, the outdoor meditation garden where he would gather with his students. He is holding Carl Lewis's  sprinting shoes, that he used in the World Championship in Tokyo of the same year, where he regained the title of the world’s fastest human as he broke the 100-meters world record.</p>
<p>Carl gave Sri Chinmoy the shoes as a present, and wrote “Dearest Guru, much love, Sudhahota 9.86”</p>
<p>Sudhahota is a spiritual name that Sri Chinmoy gave Carl, which means “Unparalleled sacrificer of Immortality’s Nectar-Delight. Sri Chinmoy first met Carl Lewis on 11 November 1983 in Queens New York, and since then they established a deep affection and admiration as friends, master and student. Sri Chinmoy said that Sudhahota was his outer coach in running and he was Sudhahota's inner coach in meditation.</p>
<p>The day after they first met, Sri Chinmoy gave Sudhahota his spiritual name. I was so lucky to be there and witness this event, especially since it happened on my birthday! A few years later I got another special blessing, when Guru was invited to Sudhahota’s house in Huston, Texas, again on my birthday. I was very honoured to give prasad to all present and celebrated my own birthday with Guru in Sudhahota’s house.</p>
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<h2>Our global restaurant family</h2><div class="field-item"><p>It is so rewarding to see how our guests truly feel our Guru&#39;s presence in the atmosphere of our Divine enterprises. One can tell when they are actually staying longer after finishing their meal, even when they&#39;re alone - &#39;meditating&#39; on one of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s Jharna-Kala paintings framed on the wall, browsing one of his books, or even with their eyes closed soaking up the consciousness. And many a time they would comment on how their lunch hour at our restaurant becomes their &#39;oasis&#39; in a stressful day &ndash; or how a card with one of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s aphorisms on the coffee tray told them exactly what they needed to hear in trying times.</p>
<p>We really feel that even though Sri Chinmoy is no longer with us physically, he still has his eye on the daily goings on in his restaurant enterprises. Sure, there is ample opportunity for &quot;growth through challenges&quot; ;-) but even more to marvel at the<br/>
small &ndash; and big &ndash; miracles, that keep it all afloat. How many times have we had the feeling our Guru sent some customers (or certain customers) our way when we needed them &ndash; or kept them away when we had run out of food ;-) More likely though, that in that case we would whip up some hotchpotch emergency dish, that we weren&#39;t even sure deserved serving &ndash; and then got the most ecstatic comments about the &quot;best dish ever&ldquo;!</p>
<p>In general customers comment about the love and consciousness they can feel in our food that elevates it to another level. So, make sure not to skip meditation before your shift &ndash; it&#39;s definitely worth it! ;-)</p>
<p>Our customers very much make the connection between our Guru and our worldwide restaurants and see us as a global family. This becomes evident when tourists or travellers that have returned from abroad come up and share with us either that they&#39;ve discovered a &#39;similar place&#39; in Munich or Seattle, or that they&#39;re delighted to find &bdquo;their favorite ambience&ldquo; here in Vienna as well. It gives us joy to hear some guests talk about their good friends from their restaurant back home, serving them on a regular basis &ndash; someone who we know in our international Centre!</p>
<p>In the same way, customers that recognize Guru in the pictures on the wall might reveal that they saw Guru some 30 years ago at a Peace Concert or a seeker meditation. - a starting point for many a loving conversation about fond memories.</p>
<p>On the other hand, the restaurants are a &quot;first contact&quot; for many people with our Guru&#39;s<br/>
philosophy, life and achievements. Guests might inquire about the photographs &ndash; or comment on the special atmosphere. We have found a solid stock of the <em>Sri Chinmoy- Dreamer of Peace</em> brochure (which contains a lot of information about Sri Chinmoy&#39;s lifetime work for peace) is a big help in this regard &ndash; when a sudden order of Viennese Eiskaffee (takes a long time to assemble &ndash; just think of all the vanilla icecream, whipped cream, espresso shots, almond chips, chocolate sauce etc. to assemble in the<br/>
latte glass... ;-) ) might prevent you from going into details with the guest.</p>
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<p>In self-giving we become really happy.<br/>
Real humility is the expansion of our consciousness<br/>
And our service.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<h2>&#039;Say what is in your heart&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One day in 1986, while I was in New York, I was feeling exhausted both inwardly and outwardly. I walked into Smile of the Beyond and one of the people working there smiled at me. At that moment, my heart cried: &ldquo;How can I have a place like this?</p>
<p>Later when I was meditating at Aspiration-Ground, the feeling &ldquo;I want to have a restaurant where people can feel my Guru&rsquo;s heart&quot; came as a surge that lifted me high, very high; I became the surge.</p>
<p>On that day Guru invited me to his house for the first time, and there he asked me to say what was in my heart. I thought: &ldquo;How can I say it in front of so many other disciples? If I say it, I will have to do it! But I have no money. So I didn&rsquo;t say anything. But Guru urged me to say it, so finally I did.</p>
<p>Guru smiled and said, &ldquo;Very good, very good.&quot; He also said that my mother would help me and that people around me would come forward to help. It was so true. My parents and members of the Centre helped me. Guru told me to go back in August and start. I said, &ldquo;Yes, Guru.</p>
<p>My note from that day says: &ldquo;My restaurant has already begun.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I returned to Japan in October that year, later than I had expected. By that time, other disciples had found possible locations for the restaurant, and I quickly decided to take the first one I saw. I intuitively liked the place very much, so I did not even go and see other places.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/say-what-your-heart">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Now we know you are an excellent cook&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I first met Guru in the Indian Consulate in 1964 soon after Guru joined the Consulate; however I left the Consulate about 4 months after that but I kept in touch with Guru by phone and whenever I visited New York from Toronto.</p>
<p>I had some interest in cooking but I rarely cooked when I lived with my parents. After I left home at age 19 in search of a job, it became an issue. For most Indians used to their particular home style food, it takes a while to adopt a new cuisine into their daily food regimen. Even after nearly 60 years when I go back to India they serve the same delicious items, although they now accept food from other parts of India also. I had a keen sense of the right taste for the dishes I am familiar with.</p>
<p>In 1972 when some of us went to New York, Guru asked me to cook for the disciples. The estimated number was 55 or so. I had cooked at most for 7 or 8 in our family - never anymore. I had no idea of the quantities needed. With the help two other Toronto disciples we cooked rice, Sambhar and dal Vada. Guru was pleased, although at that time not many disciples knew much about Indian food. Then Guru said: &quot;now we know that you are an excellent cook, you have to start a restaurant&quot;.</p>
<p>I very sincerely resisted to take any responsibility to start one. But the other Toronto disciples were a lot more enthusiastic and urged me with their sincere promise of support. I had no confidence in running a business with hired employees.</p>
<p>Even after I found a place, where the landlord allowed me to keep some equipment, it took several months to start the restaurant. When Guru visited Toronto he was accommodated in that building. I showed him the equipment stored in the basement where the restaurant was to open - He gave a special blessing and said you will start this in 3 months. (When I first opened the store it was close to 4 months.)</p>
<p>Two months after I opened, Guru came to Toronto and inaugurated the restaurant on Nov. 22 1974. This was only 3 days after he had started his Jharna Kala painting in Ottawa.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/now-we-know-you-are-excellent-cook">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;I will bring you 1000 customers&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Around 2014, a Chinese lady came to eat at our restaurant, the Oneness-Fountain-Heart. Our restaurant was located quite close to Flushing, which has a large Chinese population, but until that time we had not had that many Chinese customers. She came a second and third time and then she said to me: &ldquo;I like your restaurant, I like your food, I will bring you 1000 customers!&rdquo; I smiled and thanked her and thought, well let us see how much of this will materialize&hellip;</p>
<p>It happened that this lady was part of a Buddhist group in Flushing. She started to bring their friends who were all vegetarians, and then their friends started to bring their friends and so on&hellip; The percentage of Chinese customers steadily increased in our restaurant and they were all very friendly and spiritual people. Sometimes I joked with her when she came and said: &ldquo;Ok, now we are at 365, or yes, we are getting close to 500. I am sure that in the end she brought these 1000 customers and it was simply an amazing experience.</p>
<p>Five or six times we had large parties with them of up to 35 or 40 people. All Chinese Buddhists, sometimes they also brought some monks in their dark red robes. I asked already at the first party if we should sing some of the songs that Sri Chinmoy composed in honour of the Lord Buddha and they enthusiastically agreed. So we brought some extra singers (one time even Paree&rsquo;s group came) and each time we sang 4-5 Buddha songs and it was a real experience! They were filming, some crying, many with folded hands and for us it was always a very uplifting occasion.</p>
<p><em>PS. They were also very good eaters (including the monks) and always ordered a lot. Then they shared all the dishes among themselves.</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-will-bring-you-1000-customers">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I am your highest consciousness</h2>
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<p>The second time, the second day I met Guru, Guru was talking about drugs and the importance of taking a shower and being clean.</p>
<p>About drugs, he said something that to me was not only significant but epic. The words that he said stay etched inside me, scripted forever inside me: “The reason why you are taking drugs is because you are looking for an experience outside of yourself and higher than yourself.”</p>

<p>Now comes the epic part, the <em>Mahabarata</em> part of Guru’s words: “The high that you are looking for is me. I am your highest consciousness.” When I heard those words coming out of Guru’s mouth, I knew exactly what he was saying. I knew what he meant. The goal that I want to achieve, the God that I want to realise and become is my Guru himself. There is no difference between Guru and me except that Guru is fully awakened and I am sleeping. When I wake up I will wake up into him.</p>
<p>That is true for each and every disciple. So we are very lucky. The highest has claimed us as its very own. </p>
<p>Guru always said our path is the path of the Supreme. So see how lucky we are? We have been chosen and selected to walk along the path of the Supreme. Each and every one of us has started already to awaken and discover our highest consciousness, our Guru.</p>
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<p><strong>The Question of Questions</strong></p>
<p>My morning awareness<br/>
Asks the question of questions:<br/>
Who is God?<br/>
My evening awareness<br/>
Asks the question of questions:<br/>
Who is not God?</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_zd833j7" title=" Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 99, #9836, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_zd833j7">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_zd833j7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_zd833j7">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-9836">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 99</a>, #9836, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-am-your-highest-consciousness">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I see infinitely more than I say</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>One time Guru said to me, “I see infinitely more than I say, and I say infinitely less than I see.”</p>
<p>As an example of that, one time in South Africa and another time in Venezuela, the disciples were playing soccer with the local boys. Guru was there for about 20 minutes at the end of the game. He seemed very informal and casual. After the game, the local boys went away and just the disciples came around Guru. I also came close because I was there.</p>
<p>I was astounded because Guru proceeded to talk for about 15 or 20 minutes about how the disciples should play. He spoke about every single boy on the team. To one boy he said, “You need to go more quickly. Don’t hesitate!”</p>
<p>In great detail, Guru was describing what had happened in the game. To each disciple on the team, he gave specific advice on how they could improve. In general, he said that we need to play from our hearts, dynamically, but not aggressively. At the end I was so amazed because he seemed so casual as if he wasn’t watching so carefully, but he had seen every single move. He was so conscious of everything. It was a beautiful thing to watch.</p>

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<p>Yesterday<br/>
I prayerfully thanked God<br/>
For allowing me to watch<br/>
His Cosmic Game.<br/>
Today<br/>
I am tearfully, gratefully<br/>
And self-givingly thanking God<br/>
For allowing me to participate<br/>
In His Cosmic Game.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_esyg1mk" title="Command from God the Justice, Whisper from God the Compassion, #19, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_esyg1mk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_esyg1mk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_esyg1mk">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/cgj-19">Command from God the Justice, Whisper from God the Compassion</a>, #19, Agni Press, 1994</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-see-infinitely-more-i-say">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>We were told Mother Teresa was staying at a church in Rome, very close to the Coliseum. It was near a church but it was a convent. It was so simple. There was no running water or heat, and the nuns lived with such simplicity. Guru was so excited and so delighted.</p>
<p>When Guru got there, Kailash was driving, and I got to be in the car with Guru. There were about 50 disciples who were already there waiting. They wanted us all to gather at the back entrance of the convent. It was quite beautiful. There were beautiful trees and a view of Rome.</p>

<p>The nuns said Mother would be coming very soon to see Guru and that she was so excited to meet Guru. I walked around to the front to see how everything was going. There was a Cardinal with a huge black Cadillac. The Cardinal was very upset and was walking back and forth by his Cadillac very impatiently. Probably he had been waiting for quite a while. Mother had just come back to the convent a little bit before we arrived from the airport. I am sure he was thinking he would see her right away. </p>
<p>What happened was that Mother Teresa did not go to the front to greet him. Instead of seeing the Cardinal who had been waiting for a really long time, she went to the back to greet Guru and all of us. Everyone was very happy.</p>
<p>I will always remember that when she saw Guru, she took Guru’s hand and started massaging Guru’s hand and fingers. She was so affectionate and loving to Guru. She had a private meeting with Guru first, and then a public meeting with all of us.  <br/>
She went with Guru into her small private meeting room first. She spoke very intimately and sweetly with Guru. Guru said, “At one moment she was my mother of compassion and the next she was my sister of affection.”</p>
<p>She would massage Guru’s hand and would put her hand on Guru’s knee where he had terrible pain.  She intuitively felt where Guru had pain and she started massaging his knee.  She was telling Guru many stories that are very sacred and also some very secret stories. </p>
<p>Then she came out to be with all of us. She was so happy. She spent about an hour with Guru. It was overwhelming and very sweet. </p>
<p>Later Guru said, “Nobody has understood me like this. Of the most famous people, Mother Teresa has understood my philosophy and my spirituality more than any.”</p>
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<p>The moment I come<br/>
And stand in Mother Teresa's blessingful presence,<br/>
I see nothing but waves of smiles<br/>
Flowing from her compassion-flooded eyes.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_y3monsz" title="Mother Teresa: Humanity’s Flower-Heart, Divinity’s Fragrance-Soul, part 1, Agni Press, 1997" href="#footnote1_y3monsz">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_y3monsz"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_y3monsz">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mt-30">Mother Teresa: Humanity’s Flower-Heart, Divinity’s Fragrance-Soul</a>, part 1, Agni Press, 1997</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gurus-first-meeting-mother-teresa">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Ascending to the higher worlds</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>During my father&#39;s ascent to the other world, I could not only feel but actually see the inner workings of our Guru from the other world. This is one of many such experiences.</p>
<p>I stepped into my father&#39;s hospital room for one last time&nbsp;when he had just passed away. The sun shone gloriously through the large picture window. The clouds and sky formed that beautiful, familiar pattern of rays of sunlight emanating from the clouds that you see in books and paintings&nbsp;signifying&nbsp;God&#39;s presence or arrival. The rest of the hospital was cold but the sunlight warmed the room.</p>
<p>My father&rsquo;s bed was neat and tidy, with the exception of an unraveled hand towel by my father&#39;s feet. I ignored it, then looked at my father&#39;s face, and the thought flashed for one second through my mind, I wished that his jaw was closed. I came to find out later that after someone leaves the body, as the jaw muscles relax, it is customary for the staff to place a small towel under the person&#39;s chin to keep the mouth closed. The towel placed under my father&#39;s chin by the hospice nurse had rolled away.</p>
<p>I first prayed to my father&#39;s soul, &quot;Just fly! Fly!&quot; I then prayed to Guru, &quot;Please take him to the highest place!&quot;&nbsp;Guru had often told us that he would accompany our parents&rsquo; souls to the higher worlds after they left the body.</p>
<p>Over the course of the next hour or so, as I was arranging things, and would occasionally look over, I saw that my father&#39;s mouth, on its own, began to close ... then closed completely ... then a slight smile formed ... and eventually it was a full smile! The hospice nurse was in total disbelief! My cousin, who had come to help me, was in shock (and filmed it on her tablet as proof!).</p>
<p>Guru let me know that I did not have to worry. He heard my prayers and he had taken my father to the highest place!</p>
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<p>A miracle is nothing other than<br/>
The inner light coming to the fore<br/>
To increase our faith<br/>
In our spiritual life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_tbtnq5m" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16,&nbsp;15859, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_tbtnq5m">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_tbtnq5m"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_tbtnq5m">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/st-15859">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 16,&nbsp;15859, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<h2>Introducing a Peace Concert for 19,000 people</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Guru asked me to be Master of Ceremonies (MC) for the concert in Montreal, which turned out to be the largest Peace Concert in the world. By that time in my years on the Path, I knew that at least I should bring a necktie and a suit because you never know what Guru might ask you to do.</p>
<p>On the morning of the concert, someone calls me and says, “Guru wants you to be MC tonight.” Oh, wow! MC for a concert of 19,000 people in Montreal! And so, during the morning I try to prepare. What I want to say is: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Concert of a Lifetime!”</p>
<p>All I need to say is Sri Chinmoy will now offer the Concert of a Lifetime. That is what our ads said, and that was one of the things that have made it successful. But I want to deliver my welcome in my best consciousness, so I try to prepare a little speech with the proper intonation and smile and everything else. And then some of my friends are saying, “Oh, you should do this, Utsahi; you should do that. Oh, it's too long; it should be shorter.”</p>
<p>Anyway, so I have all these tensions, but basically I just want to be calm and happy while presenting my Guru to this huge crowd of people. So I am showered and dressed in white and just about ready to go when Prabhakar says, “Utsahi, Guru wants to see you.”</p>

<p>I arrive in a room adjacent to the hall, and Guru is sitting there in his beauty with flowers around him, very poised. And he says, “Utsahi, how are you?” He is the one giving the concert, but he is asking me how I am! Anyway, he says, reassuring me, “Don't worry. Everything will be fine.”</p>
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<p>Every day<br/>
The Master is His torrential Heaven-blessings,<br/>
His Heaven-love<br/>
And his Heaven-concern<br/>
For his disciples.<br/>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_fljbyto" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 53, #63, Agni Press, 2007" href="#footnote1_fljbyto">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_fljbyto"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_fljbyto">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/apr-4252">My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers</a>, part 53, #63, Agni Press, 2007</li>
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<h2>Seeing the God inside my son</h2>
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<p>When I started to meditate under the guidance of Sri Chinmoy, the situation in the family wasn't so good because of the doubts of my spouse and my parents. I could not even talk about meditation. But I had a little corner in the basement where I could be by myself. It was in my office behind the door. I had set up a little altar, a very minimal altar, and I would meditate in the morning. I would try to wake up at least 20 minutes before François, my son, because when he was up, it was another world, since he was hyperactive.</p>
<p>Both children attended the local school. François was in grade 4, Julie in grade 2. At school, François always wanted to joke around and have fun. He would do things that distracted the teacher or made him/her upset. Julie, two years younger, was an example of conformity. François was the opposite! He was a little bit hyper, and this created challenges.</p>
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<p>So I had started meditating to help me accept my son and not get too upset with everyday events, either at home or at school. Before the children woke up in the morning, I would go to my secluded area for about half an hour of relaxation, deep breathing, building up my tolerance level…</p>

<p>Little by little, I was learning the inner code of life. The one who, by most outer standards, had it made by age 40 was realising that inwardly, the journey was very challenging, yet beautiful and rewarding. But I needed lots of courage and the faith to accept with serenity the many inner and outer problems that I was facing.<br/>
One morning, maybe three or four months later, out of the blue, while the four of us were having breakfast, without me questioning him, my son spontaneously said: “Dad, since you started meditating, you have been treating me better!”</p>
<p>Well, you know, coming from your son, from a child who doesn't have any vested interest… to say, “Dad, you treat me better”...</p>
<p>I hadn’t been beating him or anything, but still, I realised that because of the meditation, because of Guru, I was finally able see the God in him. And the God in him wasn't so easy to see then, because when the school calls you every week and says that François was not at school again, or he's misbehaved, or he's got into this and that… He wasn't a bad boy, but perhaps because he was very intelligent, after he listened to something once, he had had enough. Then he would distract others and create mischief. This was a big problem for me. When I would go to the school meetings, teachers would say, “Oh, you're the father of François!” That wasn't meant as a compliment.</p>
<p>So, for him to say that I treated him better… To some extent, I could see the change in myself, but for him to say it, at 9 years of age, made quite an impact on me and reassured me that I was on the right track. What a realisation… what a confirmation that meditation was changing me and making me a better person, a better father!<br/>
To end this little story, I can happily say that now François is my best friend. After Guru, François is my best friend.</p>
<p>Since then, with his permission, I have quoted my son’s comment many times to stress the importance of meditation — while offering meditation classes, during my job as the director of a team of child welfare workers, when delivering presentations at various conferences, and now, years later, in my position as a professor of Social Work at the University of Ottawa.</p>
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<p><strong>I Challenged Yesterday’s Problems</strong></p>
<p>I challenged yesterday’s problems<br/>
With my determination-power.<br/>
I am challenging today’s problems<br/>
With my aspiration-cry.<br/>
I shall challenge tomorrow’s problems<br/>
With my surrender-smile<br/>
To my Lord Supreme.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rhjexs9" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 100, #9920, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_rhjexs9">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rhjexs9"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rhjexs9">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-9920">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 100, #9920, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>These are the real impossibility-challengers</h2>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy taught that spiritual growth means self-transcendence, constant expansion, always going beyond the boundaries set by our minds. To make that a concrete reality for us, he advocated long-distance running. The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team was a pioneer in the field of ultramarathons, specially in multi-day races, such as the triple ultra (700, 1,000 and 1,300 miles) and the six and ten-day races. In 1996, the team directed an unprecedented distance: 2,700 miles. The next year, Sri Chinmoy asked the team to put on an even more astounding race of 3,100 miles! Here was a race that defied all reason; only those willing to dive deep within and draw upon on the strength of their hearts and souls could even attempt the race. Since then, every year, (with the exception of the 2020 Covid hiatus, when the race was run in Austria), a small field of warrior-runners has braved the heat and humidity of summertime New York to circle a small sidewalk loop in Queens from 6 a.m. to midnight. for a maximum of 52 days. With the crucial support of many dedicated volunteers to set up and maintain the race site, to prepare food for runners and helpers, and to provide medical assistance, the race has led to many ultra records, has won the admiration and astonishment of the world, and has demonstrated the power of soulful determination and dedication</em>.</p>
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<p>One thing that sticks out in my mind with this race, Guru had been asking us for four years to put the race on. Guru actually said at one point, “You have to put it on next year.”</p>
<p>Please understand that before that, one thousand three hundred miles was our longest race that we put on.</p>
<p>Again, it was transcending, like everything. Guru was pushing a new limit, and he finally had to say, “Do it next year.”</p>
<p>Guru set the hours. He said 6 a.m. to midnight. This is quite unique in itself. I know being around Guru for so many years, that Guru had set long hours for one or two projects. Often he would set hours to work, but such long hours were like, phew! boy!<br/>
I identified those hours with how Guru looked at his day in outwardly serving humanity. His day around disciples would often be about that time, from 7 a.m. to midnight. Guru came to the race, wow, five times, four times, six times a day.</p>
<p>I remember one time when Guru commented about the race, about the runners and the people in the race. He said, “These are the real impossibility-challengers. They have a dauntless spirit and they are indomitable in every sense of the term.”</p>
<p>So you have to put it in perspective. Most people, you tell them and they say that it’s impossible. People don’t imagine you can do this, especially around a city block. The fact that people are actually doing it is the most incredible thing.</p>
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<p>Shatter, shatter<br/>
Your impossibility-fear<br/>
And your impossibility-challenges<br/>
Both in your inner life<br/>
And in your outer life!</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_jjo23jc" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 145, #14417, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_jjo23jc">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_jjo23jc"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_jjo23jc">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-14417">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants,</a> part 145, #14417, Agni Press, 1991</li>
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<h2>Doing things together</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Most of our Centres around the world can't offer public events due to the pandemic, but this time has given us the opportunity to focus on deepening our spiritual practice, and spending time together where health guidelines allow.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy would often have us come together for Joy Days - gatherings where we would meditate and do lots of spiritual things, but also have fun and delight in each other's company. So we have been finding ways to do that....</p>
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<p>Luckily for us, much of our Joy Days are spent in the outdoors anyway - we play sports and games, and go for hikes in the mountains.</p>
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<h2>Guatemala</h2>
<p>The beautiful Lake Atitlan is a regular Joy Day destination for our Guatemalan members. Sri Chinmoy visited this beautiful lake in 1997</p>
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<h2>Past-incarnation fancy dress</h2>
<p>Sri Chinmoy always encouraged his Australian and New Zealand students to do things together, so once the 'travel bubble' between Australia and New Zealand was established, a Joy Day quickly followed. This particular joy day, everyone was asked to appear in fancy dress, representing their past incarnation (or what they thought/wished they were in their past incarnation)</p>
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<h2>A complete collection of over 1600 of Sri Chinmoy&#039;s published books</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/newsimages/allbooks.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 2015, the Perfection-Glory-Press printing company in Augsburg, Germany embarked upon the project of reprinting all of Sri Chinmoy's published books up until that time - 1623 volumes in total.</p>
<p>The books were pre-ordered, and shipped to their owners in instalments over 6 years.</p>
<p>This year, they finally finished their goal, and now many of our Centres, students and admirers of Sri Chinmoy now have a complete collection of Sri Chinmoy's books.</p>
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<p>I always was eager and ready to print more of Guru’s books. On the Christmas Trip in Sicily in 2015 the door finally opened wide, all of a sudden all pieces fell into place. During the evening function I saw myself making an announcement that Perfection-Glory-Press would reprint all of Guru’s over 1,600 published books in a period of 5 years. And everyone could subscribe to a set. I remember sitting down with a pounding heart and realising what “just had been said through my mouth.” I did not think or calculate. I felt that someone else had just spoken through me!</p>
<p><strong>Projjwal </strong><br/>
<em>Perfection-Glory-Press</em></p>
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<p>Unfortunately this set is not available to the general public, however there is another project to make all of Sri Chinmoy's books available to the public by his birth centenary in 2031. To find out more and order books, you can visit <a href="http://ganapatipress.org">ganapatipress.org</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/complete-collection-over-1600-sri-chinmoys-published-books">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Performing for the UN Secretary-General</h2>
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<p>After a while, Guru began writing the avatar plays. He wrote plays about the Buddha, the Christ, Rama, and Krishna, and Chaitanya. Guru wanted to perform the Buddha play for Secretary-General U Thant of the United Nations.</p>
<p>Even before that, Guru was writing plays, and of course he wanted them performed. I would be the spiritual master in a play, and if another play came out, I was the spiritual master in that play also. I was typecast as the spiritual master, so I was given the part of the Buddha in the Buddha play.</p>
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<p>Tanima was the director of that play. She also played the part of the girl whose baby had died and the Buddha said to her, “Bring me mustard seeds from the house that has not been visited by death.” </p>
<p>Hashi, of course, got the part of Sujata. When the Buddha was starving, she brought him some food. All of his ascetic disciples left him when they saw a woman, a girl, feeding him.</p>
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<p>I feel it is a great privilege to be able to participate in this spiritually rewarding experience, and for this I am most grateful to our esteemed teacher, Sri Chinmoy, for this innovative undertaking... I find that Sri Chinmoy has done a most remarkable job in presenting the play in simple, understandable language for the uninitiated. His stress on the basic characteristics of Buddhism, on compassion, love, renunciation, peace, should stimulate the thought of leaders of men and leaders of thought everywhere.</p>
<p><strong>U Thant</strong><br/>
<em>25 May 1973</em></p>
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<p>It was really one of the highlights of Guru’s manifestation to get the UN Secretary-General to come out on a rainy night to a farm for the Buddha play. Everyone had prepared for it. The carpenters had built the stage, and so many people were in the performance. That was a very great play.</p>
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<p>We just want to watch God's Cosmic Play,<br/>
But God eagerly wants us<br/>
To participate in His Cosmic Play.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_f1o8wen" title="My Sunrise-Heart, part 1, #49, Agni Press, 2000" href="#footnote1_f1o8wen">1</a></p>
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<p>I was blessed to have quite a bit of private time with Guru on various occasions. One time I approached him having allowed myself to be immersed by a sense of failure. I told him that I was feeling failure all around me.</p>
<p>He said, &ldquo;It is not like that. You have to think of yourself as the lump of clay that the potter has. When the potter is working on the lump of clay, you cannot say that it is very beautiful. But he is working on it and it becomes something beautiful.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Another example Guru used was the farmer who works in the field. He spreads fertilizer, and you cannot say that that is very beautiful. But eventually the farmer grows a bumper crop of food. So it was not that I was a failure, Guru explained to me―it was simply that I was not finished yet. I was witnessing myself in the process of being perfected.</p>
<p>Then Guru added, &ldquo;If all else fails you and none of that works, just remember that you belong to me. You belong to me.&rdquo;</p>

<p>He also occasionally gave me light-hearted advice. In the later years of Guru&rsquo;s life, people would be regularly invited to his home, but this required an invitation. However, Guru had said to me, &ldquo;Whenever you come to New York, you come to my house at 8:30. You don&rsquo;t need to be invited.&rdquo; This was really quite lovely.</p>
<p>One time I came to New York and went to Guru&rsquo;s house as he had directed, and no one else was in the room we were in at the time. He said, &ldquo;Oh, Pradhan, you are here! Come and work on my leg.&rdquo; As a chiropractor, I used to work on Guru&rsquo;s leg, doing chiropractic manipulation and also massaging it. On this particular occasion I happened to be exhausted.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Guru,&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;Please forgive me. I know that I am not working on you with the same intensity that I usually do, but I am really exhausted and I just need a good night&rsquo;s sleep. I will be fine tomorrow.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Guru called out to the disciples in other parts of the house, saying, &ldquo;Everybody, please come down. Please don&rsquo;t ask Pradhan to do anything. He is working harder than anyone else in the Centre, so don&rsquo;t ask him. Please, everyone, come down.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I laughed, saying, &ldquo;Guru, please stop!&rdquo;&nbsp; There is a certain amount of self-indulgence in thinking that one is so tired and working so hard. Guru called me out on this lovingly and amusingly, and of course my tiredness immediately disappeared.</p>
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<p><strong>Patience Is Light</strong><br/>
To please the Supreme<br/>
In His own Way<br/>
Is not possible overnight.<br/>
If you are sincerely and consciously trying,<br/>
What you need is patience.<br/>
Patience is light,<br/>
Patience is strength,<br/>
Patience is peace.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_uafint8" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 64,&nbsp;#6326, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_uafint8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_uafint8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_uafint8">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-6326">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 64,&nbsp;#6326, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/potter-and-clay">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Animal incarnations</h2>
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<p>In the early days often at night, Guru would go to someone’s house and there would be a party, a meal, and Guru would sit around. Everyone would eat and then people would ask Guru questions.</p>
<p>Everyone had Guru’s phone number. If you weren’t feeling well, you could call Guru up and say, “Guru I have a headache, I have a sore throat.” He would bless you, put a force on you. These were very, very different times.</p>
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<p>People were often curious about what animal they were in their last animal incarnation. You could just ask Guru, and he would say what you were.</p>
<p>This was one of those meals. Hashi (my wife) and I were there, and Hashi was looking around at all the disciples. There were maybe twenty disciples, and she said to herself, “I know the last incarnation of everybody who is sitting here, but I don’t know mine.” After she thought that, Guru said out loud, “Hashi, what animal were you in your last animal incarnation?”</p>
<p>Hashi said, “Guru, I don’t know.”<br/>
Guru said, “It starts with an F.”</p>

<p>She sat there and went flea, frog, she started thinking of every animal that started with an F. Guru didn’t tell her that night, but the next day or a few days later, he told her she had been a fox.</p>
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<p>When I first came to the Centre my head had been shaved. In those days after a function, there would be a meal, somebody would cook a meal and we would eat it. Then we would wash the dishes. Guru was sitting at the table in the kitchen, and I was washing the dishes. One of the girls saw that I had fuzzy hair and she said, “Kanan looks like a koala bear. Was he a koala bear, Guru?”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/kanan/cow.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Guru said, “No, he was a cow.” </p>
<p>For some reason this was quite shocking to me. I think most boys want to be a lion or a horse or a bull, something like that, but not a cow. A cow is a female animal! Of course, Guru could feel my shock, so he said, “A nice gentle cow.”</p>
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<p><strong>Gentleness</strong></p>
<p>Gentleness Is one of the roads<br/>
That leads us far,<br/>
Very far,<br/>
Towards our self-perfection.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_yk9dc4e" title="God-Compassion and God-Justice, #20, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_yk9dc4e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_yk9dc4e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_yk9dc4e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gc-20">God-Compassion and God-Justice</a>, #20, Agni Press, 1975</li>
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<h2>The fountain of light</h2>
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<p>This experience is kind of neat because spiritually if we open our eyes, which many of us are not able to do so much, we realise that there were many inner things going on in Guru’s life. It was not too often that Guru shared the inner level that he was operating on. But this is one example at Aspiration-Ground.</p>
<p>This was 1983 or 1982. We had finished Aspiration-Ground tennis court in 1981, and Guru threw himself completely into playing tennis for hours and hours on end. We would play that first year and a half or two years, probably three to four hours every day.</p>
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<p>People would be sitting in the stands, and Guru would have a rotation of six or seven different disciples who would play Guru in tennis. They would rotate in for two games, and then the next player would come out and play Guru. So there was a routine and an organization. Guru would always be out there so you would always see Guru. To see Guru play and run and get such joy gave everybody tremendous happiness and joy.</p>

<p>It was usually summertime when we played. We were out there for one, two, or three hours playing. It got quite repetitive: we were chasing balls and playing tennis. This particular day, all of a sudden Guru stopped and put his arms down at his side and started meditating very abruptly, very unexpected. When we were around Guru, often he would meditate, and the meditations would go into very intense deep silence. The disciples recognised it for the most part when Guru was meditating on something serious inwardly.</p>
<p>I would compare it to Centre meetings, where you would be meditating and there would be a silence. It was very obvious that something else was going on. When Guru stopped like that, you felt that immediately.</p>
<p>He meditated and he was looking at the ground. Then he gazed up and was meditating beyond the trees at the sky. Two or three minutes went by. It was fairly quick. Then Guru just started playing tennis again. After Guru finished playing tennis, one of the disciples asked what was going on. Guru said, “There was a beautiful fountain of colour coming out of the earth. Beautiful colours going up to the sky.”</p>
<p>He pointed to the court exactly where the fountain was and asked us to place a marker that would stay at that spot.</p>
<p>About a year later we had an anniversary and we remembered certain things. The fountain was one, and I asked Guru, “Is the fountain still there?”</p>
<p>Guru said, “Yes, it’s always there.”</p>
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<p><strong>Fill the Heart</strong></p>
<p>Empty the mind!<br/>
Lo and behold,<br/>
Right in front of you<br/>
There is a fountain of peace.<br/>
Fill the heart!<br/>
Lo and behold,<br/>
Right in front of you<br/>
There is a fountain of bliss.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_t7gdegx" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 27, #2668, Agni Press, 1982" href="#footnote1_t7gdegx">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_t7gdegx"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_t7gdegx">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-2668">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>, part 27, #2668, Agni Press, 1982</li>
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<h2>My Jharna-Kala Surprise</h2>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy painted over 140,000 mystical paintings that he referred to as 'Jharna-Kala', which means 'fountain-art' in his native Bengali. This painting is the one selected by Aruna that Sri Chinmoy refers to as his favourite.</figcaption>
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<p>This was in 1984, I think. I was about 8 or 9 years old.</p>
<p>Guru was at Progress-Promise having a Jharna-Kala painting session. It was those big Jharna-Kalas, not the huge ones, but maybe 2 feet by 3 feet or something, not the little ones but the bigger ones, and quite a few of them.</p>
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<p>Normally Guru had Ranjana or Sanatan or a few Jharna-Kala girls assist him by taking the finished Jharna-Kalas from him. But on that day, I assume Ranjana was not there and Sanatan was not there. Guru called <em>me</em> to come up on stage and assist him with his paintings.</p>

<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/aruna/guru-aruna-jharna-kala.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Every time Guru was finished with a Jharna-Kala, he signaled me over and gave me the big painting. I was putting them on the carpet on the stage so they could dry.<br/>
This went on for quite a while. Guru did quite a few paintings, and I remember whenever he was painting, I stood at the very corner of the stage so I wouldn’t disturb him. I just waited for my next moment when I could go up to Guru and get my next Jharna-Kala.</p>
<p>I remember that while I stood there, I took it very seriously. I knew this was a very big job that Guru had given me. I was very concentrated and I also felt very proud in a good way that Guru allowed me to do this and that he trusted me to do this.</p>
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<p>After Guru was finished, the Jharna-Kalas were for sale. My father decided that we would buy one. We didn’t have a lot of money but we bought one. I was allowed to choose my favorite painting to buy. I believe I chose the middle one that was lying on the floor. That Jharna-Kala is now in our living room.</p>
<p>Later on, Guru asked me which Jharna-Kala I had chosen, and I pointed to that painting.</p>
<p>Guru said, “That is also my favourite.”</p>
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<p><strong>Just Keep Your Heart's Door Open</strong></p>
<p>Just keep your heart’s door open.<br/>
At every moment<br/>
You are bound to receive<br/>
Something special From your Beloved Supreme.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_z786cfa" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 92, #9151, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_z786cfa">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_z786cfa"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_z786cfa">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-9151">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 92,</a> #9151, Agni Press, 1983</li>
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<h2>&#039;Concern is not a mere dictionary word&#039;</h2>
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<p><em>On 9 September 2007, Vijaya Claxton, a student of Sri Chinmoy from New York, became the oldest American woman to swim the English channel. This story is told by Sahana and Bahula, who were her assistants on the support boat, and Nilima, who was keeping Sri Chinmoy informed of Vijaya's progress that day.</em></p>
<p><strong>Sahana:</strong> Vijaya made several attempts to swim the English Channel. On one occasion I was on the boat as one of her helpers. She was close to finishing, and had been swimming parallel to the French coast because she could not break through the tides and get to shore. Finally, we saw the lighthouse which signaled the end of the coast. The pilot came out and said, “Whatever you guys do—praying or singing—do it. But if she misses that lighthouse, then there’s nothing I can do. She’s in the open sea, and we’ll have to pull her out.”</p>
<p>I immediately called Nilima, who was at Sri Chinmoy’s house with a small gathering of disciples. Vijaya had been fighting and fighting for nearly 22 hours and now everything was very, very close. At any moment she could be thrown into the open sea. Within minutes of Sri Chinmoy’s being informed, the pilot came out and said, “I can’t believe what just happened. The current changed direction. We’re putting the dinghy out.”</p>

<p>When the dinghy goes out, you know the swimmer has made it. Since the larger boat cannot go all the way to the land, the dinghy accompanies the swimmer for the last 15 or 20 minutes. Vijaya was finally able to break through the tide and was on her way to the shore. Hardly ever in my life have I felt such a real, concrete victory!</p>
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<p><strong>Bahula: </strong>While Vijaya still had a few minutes to go, the celebrations on the boat began. We were calling everyone and laughing and, at the same time, crying with delight. Vijaya swam onto France’s sandy Wissant Beach and stood up on the shore after having swum for 22 hours and 27 minutes in cold water. It was a soulful, glorious and unforgettable moment.</p>
<p>Vijaya’s friends and admirers were waiting at the dock back in Dover, England to congratulate and welcome her with open arms. On this sparkling Sunday morning, a group of former English Channel swimmers all turned out. Their heartfelt and sincere admiration for Vijaya was obvious. Alison Streeter, the 'Queen of the Channel', hugged her, shook her hand, and said, “Welcome to the club, Vijaya!” and added, “Another one for Sri Chinmoy!”</p>
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<p><strong>Nilima:</strong> When I think of my experience in Queens on the day of Vijaya’s successful Channel swim, I marvel most at Sri Chinmoy’s expression of concern for her effort and his constant involvement. There was no way I could have assisted on her boat, because just thinking of the ocean makes me seasick, so I was keeping in touch from New York. Sri Chinmoy asked if I would call Vijaya’s boat on my cell phone to see how she was doing at that moment, and thus began my task as Channel liaison. After speaking to Sahana on the boat, I conveyed to the Master that Vijaya was feeling quite strong, but was having trouble with nausea and seasickness. Shortly after that, I heard back that Vijaya’s seasickness had disappeared.</p>
<p>The Master had written a race prayer as part of a series that he composed weekly. I was happy when I realised that it had a swimming theme, so I conveyed the prayer to the boat. Sri Chinmoy also set tune to the prayer, as he often did, and Tanima, an excellent singer and musician, later taught the song to Sahana and Bahula over the phone. They sang it for Vijaya as she was swimming. The prayer reads:</p>
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<p>My Lord Supreme,<br/>
No more will You suffer<br/>
        For my sake.<br/>
My life has stopped swimming<br/>
In ignorance-lake.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_cqp5g3m" title="My Race-Prayers, Part 3, #271" href="#footnote1_cqp5g3m">1</a></p>
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<p>During Vijaya’s swim, Sri Chinmoy frequently asked what her situation was. Each time he was informed of a problem, the next thing I heard was that it had been resolved, as was the case with her early nausea. It was as if Sri Chinmoy was already aware of each difficulty, and was taking action to solve the problem on the spiritual level even as he was asking us for information.</p>
<p>During the last hour or so, everything was touch and go, with the real possibility—although Vijaya was very near the shore and swimming her hardest—that the tide could sweep her back out to sea. Through the phone I could hear the crew members screaming, “Swim! Swim faster! Go, go!”</p>
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<figcaption>Vijaya with the Gertrude Ederle award, given for the most meritorious Channel swim of 2007</figcaption>
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<p>When I told Sri Chinmoy of Vijaya’s dire predicament, he meditated deeply for a few minutes and then gave an enigmatic smile. I was on the phone with Sahana during the final moments, when the current suddenly changed direction, enabling Vijaya to swim to shore just in the nick of time. She took her first steps onto the French shore, and I was as thrilled and ecstatic as those who witnessed her success in person.</p>
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After Vijaya finished, Sri Chinmoy commented:</p>
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<p>“Concern is not a mere dictionary word. Concern can be a reality of the heart. In my case, concern was a reality of the heart for Vijaya’s swim, not a mere dictionary word. I offered tremendous, tremendous concern for her victory.”</p>
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<p>Vijaya later said: “I have always been a very determined person. My favorite poem by my spiritual teacher, Sri Chinmoy, is:</p>
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<p>I do not give up,<br/>
I never give up,<br/>
For there is nothing<br/>
   In this entire world<br/>
That is irrevocably unchangeable.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_13l3ndr" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 3, #233" href="#footnote2_13l3ndr">2</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_cqp5g3m"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_cqp5g3m">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rp-271">My Race-Prayers, Part 3</a>, #271</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_13l3ndr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_13l3ndr">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-233">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, Part 3, #233</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/concern-not-mere-dictionary-word">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru&#039;s Last Message</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><strong>Sahatvam:</strong> On the day of Guru’s Mahasamadhi, the sad message of his passing reached me while I was in the car driving back home. I had just given a lecture in Frankfurt on the subject of happiness. Could there be any bigger contrast? I was simply shocked. We all knew that Guru would not be in the physical with us forever; but as his love and concern for us had been so tangible in our hearts, we always liked to push aside that thought. Luckily, I arrived home without causing an accident.</p>
<p>While entering into my room, my eyes were filled with tears. The world I had been living in was totally smashed, no consolation in sight. I sat on my bed and looked around the room trying to find something that could relieve this state of inner turmoil.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/apr-52.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Then suddenly my eyes locked on the pile of Guru’s books on my bedside table.  I reached out and picked up volume 52 of <em>My Christmas-New Year-Vacation-Aspiration-Prayers</em>. I just flipped through it and somehow focused on the very last one:</p>
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<p>“My physical death<br/>
Is not the end of my life –<br/>
I am an eternal journey.”</p>
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<p>Right away I got a real shot inside my heart. That was Guru’s immediate answer to my grief. I felt a kind of relief, because Guru told me in his own way: “I am here with you. I shall never leave you alone. We are connected throughout Eternity.”</p>
<p>Although I still was mourning, my heart was filled with gratitude. Of course, we all are missing Guru’s physical presence, but our souls will always be in Guru’s Oneness-Heart.</p>
<p><strong>Agraha</strong>: Guru used to call regularly to dictate poems to me. I used to love this more than words can describe. Guru was always very concentrated, but with perfect calm and in a most harmonious flow as he brought forward new spiritual wisdom for all humanity. Guru would always dictate a round number of poems – usually 100 or 200 at a time! Every so often, he might ask me how many poems he had dictated and then proceed.<br/>
Just a few days before Guru’s passing on October 11th, 2007, he called and began dictating poems. I was so happy – for I could always feel a small touch of Guru’s concentrated peace and creative genius also enter into me. Around poem 31 or 32, Guru dictated this poem:</p>
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<p>“My physical death<br/>
Is not the end of my life –<br/>
I am an eternal journey.”</p>
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<p>Immediately after, Guru hung up the line. I was actually very worried – the words, the uneven number, the sudden end to the call. I immediately called Guru’s house, where I was almost sure Guru was calling from, and there was no answer. I kept reflecting on this poem with much consternation. And then Guru called again the next day, and all seemed normal.</p>
<p>Guru passed just a few days later. I knew that Guru wanted this poem to be his last. At the time, I was almost inconsolable with the deepest grief of my life. Not long after, I remembered this poem, and I marvelled with gratitude at Guru’s boundless Love.<br/>
This was the last poem of the last book published while Guru was in his physical being.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gurus-last-message">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;My silence is my highest offering&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In 1989 a one-mile loop around the spacious acres of the Auckland Domain was dedicated as a Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile, and our city mayor, parks authorities, and various Olympians and notables came to welcome Guru. This occasion linked Auckland to a worldwide family of over 800 locations dedicated to peace globally—parks, cities, mountains, historical sites, and places of beauty on five continents, called Sri Chinmoy Peace-Blossoms. Named after the project’s inspirer, the network of Peace-Blossoms was simply intended to provide focal points for peace in local communities.</p>
<p>In Auckland a blue and white plaque had been installed, offering both a measured mile for joggers and runners and providing an inspirational quotation about peace for passersby.</p>
<p>The brass band from a local girls’ school had also been invited to add a little colour to the occasion—unwisely, as it turned out—and they belted out a series of strangely incongruous Christmas carols, months away from Christmas and all hugely out of tune. At every apparent lull in the proceedings they would start up again, as though responding to some invisible cue—we often had to wave our arms at them to stop!</p>
<p>As well, one zealous player always ended her efforts with a loud protesting blast on the trombone as if someone had trodden heavily on her toes. The intensity of Guru’s presence was mixed with a comical element, as though two different worlds had confusingly come together—though Guru himself was hugely relaxed, seeming to enjoy this strange mélange.</p>

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<p>My wife Subarata had also invited a clown, another bizarre yet somehow rather endearing oddity, and in all the video footage of this great occasion, there he is in his multi-coloured striped trousers and oversized red shoes, juggling happily or cheek-and-jowl with the mayor or waving at the camera. All of this created an air of informality, a light and spontaneous touch in which Guru himself was complicit. Guru walked and jogged around our newly dedicated Peace-Blossom mile and organized a spontaneous series of races for the disciples and others present. The mayor demurred, excusing herself from athleticism by pointing to her high-heeled shoes.</p>
<p>I had almost completely lost my voice—the tax from sleepless nights and stress—and my opening remarks on this wonderful occasion, little more than a few inaudible, whispered croakings, rivaled the brass band’s curious contribution. I invited Guru to speak and he took the microphone as though to do so—then he simply meditated for quite a long time.</p>
<p>The power and unexpectedness of Guru’s long silence, his calm disregard for convention, his absolute spiritual authority and composure, and the sudden surprise of his meditation swept everything else away and restored the occasion to what it was meant to be, something momentous and deep and lovely—for a great Master had just passed through our little world.</p>
<p>Later Guru said, “My silence is my highest offering.”</p>
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<p>The whole world moves on,<br/>
But I stand still.</p>
<p>The whole sky descends,<br/>
But I stand still.</p>
<p>The whole earth aspires,<br/>
But I stand still.</p>
<p>With my outer stillness,<br/>
I see the Feet of God.<br/>
With my inner stillness,<br/>
I become the Heart of God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_qkxlz9t" title="The Wings of Light, Part 11" href="#footnote1_qkxlz9t">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_qkxlz9t"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_qkxlz9t">1.</a> The Wings of Light, Part 11</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-silence-my-highest-offering">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Every second with your Master on earth is precious</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>The Masters speak of the inevitable dry spells along the journey to our self-realization. I experienced one after twelve years on Sri Chinmoy’s path, when I felt flat for a number of weeks. I thought to myself, “I have not made any spiritual progress,” and one day I simply knew I had to go to New York to be with Guru.  </p>
<p>I arrived very late, and in my morning meditation the next day, I felt no enthusiasm to be seeing Guru soon. I went to Aspiration-Ground (the tennis court where we met) despite this, where there were only a few dozen disciples waiting for Guru’s arrival. Suddenly, I felt a strong inner push to get my camera from my accommodations―just a small, ordinary camera. I ran as fast as I could so that I could return quickly, saying to myself, “Every second with your Master on earth is precious.” (How quickly things had already changed for me inwardly!)</p>
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<p>I made it back before Guru arrived, and when he did, he called for a photographer. This day was one of his tennis anniversaries, celebrating his accomplishments in playing the game.</p>
<p>I looked around and none of the usual photographers seemed to be there, so I went and stood on the far side of the net. He would play a set with one of his tennis court assistants; they would then come to the net, Guru would place his tennis racket on the person’s head in blessing, and I would come close and snap a picture of the moment. Guru had asked for a photographer knowing that for each player, the blessing-photo would be a treasured memento. Somehow I got the inner message to run for my camera even though I was in the depths of a spiritual dry spell!</p>

<p>After he had played tennis with all of his assistants, I went back up to my seat in the bleachers. On my way I passed an older Canadian disciple, Nivedita, who was like a mother to the Canadian girls. I knelt down by her chair for a moment and said, “Isn’t Guru amazing?” because by now my inner joy and fulfillment had returned.</p>
<p>Nivedita told me that recently Guru had inwardly prompted her to phone her “daughter” Sarita, but she had been involved in a serious family issue and had not done so. At the time of my spiritual “flatness,” Guru had been in Germany, I was in Halifax, and Nivedita was in Ottawa―demonstrating the universal oneness of the Master with each of his disciples.</p>
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<p>The inner dryness<br/>
Surrenders to<br/>
God’s Grace-Rain.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ad2dntk" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 31" href="#footnote1_ad2dntk">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ad2dntk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ad2dntk">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 31</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/every-second-your-master-earth-precious">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How I learned my most important meditation-lessons</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>I think that I learnt all of my most important lessons in meditation by simply observing Guru, just by being there around him. “God does not expect you to be perfect. He just expects you to be available.” Yes, just being available was almost enough.</p>
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<p>I tried to feel that what I saw and felt in him was also within myself. So you begin with imitation, imagining inside yourself that self-same calm, that poise, detachment, radiant peace. Then imagination becomes a slowly blossoming reality, you can feel these qualities growing inside yourself – beneath the dross of imperfections, your little divine Self remembers and stirs. Guru was a mirror – look hard and often enough and there you are, smiling back at yourself.</p>
<p>Guru taught us many things that are simply not found anywhere else, little secrets unique to our path. And not just taught but brought them into our consciousness as the living breath of our discipleship, drilled us over and over until each lesson had sunk in. ‘Soulfulness’ for example – where else is this found? In our singing – “Be more soulful!” In our meditations – “Please be more soulful!” Or filing slowly along in a walk-by procession – soulfulness!</p>
<p>To be as close as possible to the consciousness of our own soul – its sincerity, purity, humility, sweetness – and then to maintain this as long, as deeply, as often, as consciously as possible in our lives.</p>

<p>And then those other spiritual secrets like ‘self-transcendence’ – words on a page suddenly brought to life, transformed and elevated into the highest spiritual teachings. Under his tutelage and personal example, these simple concepts became our path.</p>
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<p>For me, one of the most astonishing assertions in all of spiritual literature is Guru’s concept of realising God, or more startlingly, becoming God. “Man and God are eternally one,” Guru writes in <em>Yoga and the Spiritual Life</em>. “Like God, man is infinite; like man, God is finite. There is no yawning gulf between man and God. Man is the God of tomorrow; God, the man of yesterday and today.” <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_5pjhrry" title="Sri Chinmoy, Yoga and the spiritual life. The journey of India's Soul., Agni Press, 1971" href="#footnote1_5pjhrry">1</a></p>
<p>Applied to everyday human life – karma yoga – Guru wonderfully develops this in guidelines of behaviour both for oneself and in one’s relationship with others. Consider, for example, his beautiful words to restaurant owners: “While you are cooking, you have to feel that you are cooking for the Supreme Guest, the Supreme Himself, who will eat in and through the hundreds of people who will come into the restaurant. Do not think of the people who are coming to eat as human beings . . . The Supreme is the Supreme Guest, and as a guest He is coming to you in hundreds of human forms.” <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_pw0pmbq" title="Sri Chinmoy, Dipti Nivas, Agni Press, 1976" href="#footnote2_pw0pmbq">2</a></p>
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<p>And about oneself: “God is constantly taking birth at every moment inside you – in what you say, in what you do and in what you become . . . With each new thought, each new idea, you can feel that a new God has dawned, a new God has taken birth.” <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_0d45ij5" title="Sri Chinmoy, God-Life: is it a far cry?, Agni Press, 1974" href="#footnote3_0d45ij5">3</a></p>
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<p>Man’s eternal question is:<br/>
“Who is God?”<br/>
God’s immediate answer is:<br/>
“My child, who else is God, If not you?”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_tjei1i8" title="My Lord's Secrets revealed, Agni Press, 1971" href="#footnote4_tjei1i8">4</a></p>
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<p>Guru’s radiant personal example every day reminded us, and will forever remind us, of the fundamental truth of our own God-becoming. He was the supreme proof that God exists, for us the great personification of divinity, and his legacy – especially his published writings – insists on the infallible truth of our own ultimate godliness. In the many trials of our lives he was always our compass, always realigning our wayward steps back to the great pole of liberation. Remember, he is still telling us, to see and feel the divinity within yourself and always see it in others.</p>
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<p>Sometimes when I meditate on you, my disciples, in my own highest divine consciousness, I definitely see you as my Lord Beloved Supreme. I do not see you as human beings with human imperfections. No, at that time your outer bodies disappear and your souls I see as the most perfect representatives of our Lord Beloved Supreme. That is the time when I get the utmost happiness. I swim in the sea of ecstasy.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref5_xg0qy93" title="Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy answers, part 1, Agni Press, 1995" href="#footnote5_xg0qy93">5</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_5pjhrry"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_5pjhrry">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ysl">Sri Chinmoy, Yoga and the spiritual life. The journey of India's Soul., </a>Agni Press, 1971</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_pw0pmbq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_pw0pmbq">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/dn">Sri Chinmoy, Dipti Nivas, </a>Agni Press, 1976</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_0d45ij5"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_0d45ij5">3.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gl">Sri Chinmoy, God-Life: is it a far cry?, </a>Agni Press, 1974</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_tjei1i8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_tjei1i8">4.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/LSR-1">My Lord's Secrets revealed</a>, Agni Press, 1971</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote5_xg0qy93"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref5_xg0qy93">5.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sca_1">Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy answers, part 1, </a>Agni Press, 1995</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-i-learned-my-most-important-meditation-lessons">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Some years ago, the father of one of our Auckland disciples died – ‘passed on’ is a better term, for as Guru mentions, the secret of life is that there is no death. The son mailed his father’s photograph to Guru, asking his spiritual Master to bless the father’s soul and help him on his way.</p>
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<p>Some weeks later, in a vivid dream, our Auckland disciple saw his father playing tennis with Guru, a clear event on another plane of consciousness, so real that he woke in the morning feeling greatly reassured. Guru was surely showing him that he would take care of his absent father (who incidentally loved tennis).</p>
<p>In the morning after the dream, he went out to the letter box to collect his mail. There amongst his letters was the photograph that he had sent to Guru some weeks earlier. The photograph of his father had been returned to him and on it Guru had drawn two little tennis rackets. Guru was showing him that the dream had been a reality. Guru was confirming the dream was real, and that he would take care of the father’s soul.</p>
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<p>Dream, always dream.<br/>
Do not forget that<br/>
God used His Dream<br/>
To create the world —<br/>
And He still continues.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_37nhphj" title="Enthusiasm, part 11, 2008" href="#footnote1_37nhphj">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_37nhphj"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_37nhphj">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent-198">Enthusiasm, part 11</a>, 2008</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/tennis-dream-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The gift of gratitude</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>My most recent experience of gratitude occurred in a spiritual dream. We were at Aspiration-Ground, the meditation garden were we all meet in New York, as a very important play was about to begin. There were a lot of disciples there, as well as quite a few guests. Guru was standing next to the guests for a photo, and the media gallery was huge, with sixty to seventy videographers and photographers.</p>
<p>Guru then asked me about getting into Pilgrim-Dream-Museum, the house next to Aspiration-Ground where he hosted distinguished guests. I looked up and saw that it was already open. I told Guru, who began walking up there. I was behind Guru, watching him as he moved through the crowd and noticing the surprise and devotion of people as they saw him approach.</p>
<p>When we arrived at Pilgrim-Dream-Museum, I was overcome with a beautiful sense of gratitude at being given the opportunity to serve Guru in this simple but important way. Guru did not go inside but just moved around, giving me time to fully immerse myself in this powerful feeling of gratitude. I awoke with tears streaming down my face, knowing that this awesome experience was gratitude.</p>
<p>I realised that the experience of gratitude is purely a gift. It almost seems counter-intuitive because I always thought that gratitude was something that a person offered to someone else. But no, true gratitude is a beautiful, fulfilling experience that God just gives. There seems to be very little a person can do to earn it&mdash;at least as far as I can figure out. I am just hoping that if I value it, then it will come more frequently.</p>
<p>On the other hand, the experience of gratitude was so powerful that I am not sure if my outer awareness could deal with it. For me, it has only fully happened either when I have been in trance (once) or in a spiritual dream (twice). In each case, it felt like I was being inundated in the blast from a fire hose&mdash;it was absolutely overwhelming.</p>
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<p>If you have gratitude,<br/>
You must realise<br/>
That your gratitude has come<br/>
From God Himself.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_19rjdq6" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 11, 10606,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_19rjdq6">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_19rjdq6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_19rjdq6">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-10606">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 11, 10606,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1999</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gift-gratitude">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The stage is set and the curtain has been raised</h2>
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<p>God has chosen the conditions under which you are living your present life. It is like a play. The stage is set and the curtain has been raised for you to perform your part and advance along the spiritual path. Your present conditions are the best possible ones for your advancement.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_nukj93d" title="Death and Reincarnation, Agni Press, 1972 " href="#footnote1_nukj93d">1</a></p>
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<p>I just love this quote, as it puts my life situation into perspective and helps me find gratitude for life, as well as courage and inspiration to move forward and make progress.</p>
<p>Once we were embarking on a campaign of giving meditation classes. To help improve our presentation, we shot a video of a class with the idea we would watch afterwards to see how it could be better.</p>
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<p>After I managed to overcome my initial discomfort of watching myself, I was fascinated to see the difference between myself pre- and post-meditation. It was dramatic. After meditating, I had so much more poise, more focus, more clarity.</p>

<p>I had always considered myself to be fairly even-keeled, so I had no idea that there would be a dramatic transformation taking place every time I meditated. All of the things I wanted to be could be achieved through the simple act of being silent for twenty minutes or so.</p>
<p>I began thinking about this discovery and came to the conclusion that when I am in this post-meditation state, there is a much greater chance that the choices I make and the decisions that I take will naturally be far more in tune with my higher aspirations. Furthermore, it became clear that my life direction was not based on a few key momentous decisions that I had to get right or forever hold my peace. It is more like the cumulative effect of a lot of small decisions. Consequently, the more I can be in a good consciousness though meditation, the more likely I will make choices and decisions that will result in a fulfilling, illumining and enriching life.</p>
<p>You simply cannot plan for every contingency and meticulously carve out a perfect life. Instead, you can simply get in touch with your higher self and trust that you will do the right thing at the right time and be guided to a life of fulfilment.</p>
<p>When you open yourself up to spiritual light, your life becomes easier. I think this happens because you consciously begin trying to listen to your higher self and to use that higher self as a guide in the choices you make and decisions you take. Consequently, you become more in sync with your destiny and begin to live the life that God wants for you and not the life your emotions or desires want for you. Essentially, you take a different path.</p>
<p>This new path, at first, is not very far from the old path because, like a fork in the road, you are still somewhat in the same area. However, as time moves on, those two paths&mdash;your life&rsquo;s old trajectory and your new one&mdash;diverge, more dramatically, and you see how beautiful, enriching and fulfilling your new life is.</p>
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<p>When you soulfully meditate,<br/>
The first thing you get<br/>
Is peace,<br/>
And this peace<br/>
Marks the beginning<br/>
Of your heart&rsquo;s journey<br/>
Along the path of perfection.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_p4wkgjh" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 19, 1878, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote2_p4wkgjh">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_nukj93d"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_nukj93d">1.</a> Death and Reincarnation, Agni Press, 1972 </li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_p4wkgjh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_p4wkgjh">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-1878">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 19, 1878, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/stage-set-and-curtain-has-been-raised">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sometimes it takes a crisis to make us see</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>I am inspired to share one story that happened in the last two years, after Sri Chinmoy departed this world, as a way to illustrate that he continues to watch over us all from the higher planes, though we may not always be aware of it.  </p>
<p>One day I was driving back from an appointment on Long Island when I hit some traffic on the Grand Central Parkway and decided to get off and take the back roads through Jamaica Estates.  I was driving at a moderate speed up a slight hill in this residential neighbourhood. </p>
<p>It was a small two-way street with cars parked on both sides of the street, which in reality left room for only one car to drive at a time – a very common situation in this area of Queens. </p>
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<p>As I approached the top of the hill, I saw that a car was speeding up the other side of the hill, not seeing me – it must have been going at least 40 or 50 miles per hour, with its engine roaring.  I jammed on my brakes, but there was no room for me to pull over, as there were parked cars on either side of the road next to me.  I shouted <em>Supreme</em> (invoking God as Sri Chinmoy urged us to do when in danger) and prayed in that split second before what seemed an inevitable crash and very possibly the end of my life!</p>

<p>I do not know what happened, but then the speeding car was behind me, driving away fast.  I could not explain it, as there was definitely not enough room for him to pass.  Had Sri Chinmoy somehow de-materialised the other car and “lifted” it over my car to avoid a crash?</p>
<p>I glanced out my side window and saw an older woman standing on her front porch, looking puzzled.  I shouted to her, “Did you see that?”  She replied, “Yes, I thought for sure he was going to hit you.”</p>
<p>I was very shaken and drove home slowly, full of gratitude that I had been spared serious injury.  For a couple of days, I was in the sort of euphoria that one gets after a very close call – life seemed so precious all of a sudden.  It was a big lesson for me.  It is so easy for our minds to think that Sri Chinmoy has gone to the higher worlds and left us behind to cope as best we can.  Sometimes it takes a crisis to make us see that he is fully present and concerned at every moment of our lives – even when we are just driving in the car on some ordinary, humdrum day.  When we can realise this, we can only offer our infinite gratitude.  </p>
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<p>My Lord tells me<br/>
That even if I do not see Him,<br/>
Even if I do not feel Him,<br/>
I must believe in Him<br/>
When He says<br/>
That His Compassion-Eye<br/>
Is upon me all the time<br/>
In loving watchfulness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sometimes-it-takes-crisis-make-us-see">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The white bird and the lake</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>In my early years of exploring meditation and the little-known subject of reincarnation, I came across a rather discouraging description of the long passage of time the soul supposedly takes from its very earliest entry into the earth arena until its full blossoming in God-realisation. Imagine, said the words of an old Indian text, a beautiful white bird flying to a large lake once every several thousand years and taking away a single drop of water in its beak. The length of time it takes for the bird to empty the lake is a description – metaphorical of course – of how long it takes for this journey to be concluded, for realisation or self-blossoming to be won.</p>
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<p>A rather bleak thought! But encouragingly, it did add the further comment that for those who have a curiosity or an awakening interest in spirituality, the lake is almost empty and the long journey of the soul is not in front of us but already behind us.</p>

<p>Guru had an even more encouraging view of all this, and saw will power and intense aspiration as the key forces that govern the time we will take to achieve that final yoga or union with God… “We are our own fate-makers.” It is in fact we who decide how long our journey will take, not a pre-determined destiny. Sri Aurobindo concurs: “Fate can be changed by an unchanging will.”</p>
<p> Guru saw every kind of spiritual quest as something precious, every faltering effort at meditation a step towards illumination, each truth-seeker an awakening soul setting forth… and laid out very clear guidelines that would add velocity and direction to our journey.</p>
<p>Like the map of a beckoning new world, he plotted out the requisite steps for us to take, offered us guidance in our great search for happiness, and helped us navigate the challenging perils and shoals of our lives. He filled us with courage and purpose.</p>
<p>It is always a joy to share these key steps and the essentials of meditation with seekers in our workshops around the world – and to pass on to them the view held by all the great teachers, that they have each reached a very special point in their life journey. God has tapped them on the shoulder…. “Wake up!” Yes, we are meditating because our souls are responding to a call from God, from the universe. In the image of the bird and the receding waters of the lake, the long journey is now largely over, the goal almost won.</p>
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<p>Your days of excellence-joys<br/>
Are ahead of you<br/>
And<br/>
Not behind you.<br/>
Why then do you not<br/>
Immediately run and declare,<br/>
“The Goal is won”?</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/white-bird-and-lake">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;I am the marathon Guru&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>In April 1982, one evening Guru inquired of those present if any of us were proposing to run in the Boston Marathon, only two days away. Nobody was. Clearly disappointed, he asked whether any of us would now do so – about a dozen of us raised our hands, myself goaded into acquiescence by my impulsive friend Simahin, and we filed past our smiling Guru on the stage. I was astonished by this sudden turn of events and amazed by my own mad act of abandonment – my first entirely unintended marathon!</p>
<p>The next night around 9 pm we caught Guru’s old blue bus for the overnight trip and now there we were, start time for the great Boston race, untrained, unregistered and looking for an opportunity to vault over the starting area’s picket fence without officials seeing us when the gun sounded.</p>
<p>We flew down the hill at a fantastic pace, trailing the greatest marathoners on the planet. I cast aside all common sense in the exhilaration of these first few crazy, high-velocity miles, impervious to all misfortune. But misfortune eventually came – and at 20 miles I remember slowing to a walk and shuffling up the aptly named Heartbreak Hill, much chastened by this first experience of ‘the wall’.</p>
<p>Racing down our avenue of dreams, we had felt like champions, that first thrilling mile a gauntlet of cheering, rapturous crowds – but with 42 kms of America’s countryside behind me, I limped across the line in 3:20, Simahin close behind me.</p>
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<p>During our bus ride back to Queens, Guru asked us for stories. “I am the marathon Guru,” he said to us, half-jokingly, “and all of you will have to run at least one marathon before you go to Heaven.”</p>
<p>Then he told us how pleased he was with the handful of runners who had accepted his challenge and how much progress we make when we run. He added that our willingness and our cheerfulness were much more important than our timing in the race.</p>

<p>The experience was one of those first glimpses of the manner in which Guru would take us far beyond our comforts and customary ways and open doors to many great adventures and discoveries. Running the marathon was part of our spiritual training, teaching us fearlessness, obedience, self-discovery, transcendence and the principal role of grace in the lives of those blessed to have a Teacher.</p>
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<p>When God touches<br/>
The divine in me,<br/>
I run and run<br/>
Towards my Destined Goal.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-am-marathon-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>George Washington’s Luminosity-Soul</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/george-washington.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />On one very special occasion in 1975, Sri Chinmoy invited questions from visitors about America’s bicentennial. One boy from Boston asked about the soul’s qualities of George Washington. Guru went into trance and his face transformed into Washington’s face before our astonished eyes. His face took on the square jaw and clamped lips of the famous Gilbert Stuart portrait of our first president as he answered, “Luminous, dynamic, truth-loving and self-giving.”  <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_nx5be1l" title="Sri Chinmoy, I Need My Country: Beauty’s Soul. New York: Agni Press, 1975." href="#footnote1_nx5be1l">1</a></p>
<p><em>(Sri Chinmoy’s ability to identify with another person and actually take on their qualities shows in another beloved photograph⎯one taken while he was meditating on the Christ, which radiates the humility and compassion that he felt from the Christ.)</em></p>
<p>When it was my turn, I asked the question that had haunted me that entire year, as Guru had encouraged us to participate in all the patriotic activities commemorating the Declaration of Independence and the American Revolution. I asked how we can feel patriotic when the actions of the present American government seemed so out of keeping with America’s divine qualities. Only a couple of years before I had been involved in strikes and riots and demonstrations against the war in Vietnam!</p>
<p>Guru gave the perfect answer, one that I still find helpful today. In short, Guru said to take America as your mother and the government as your big brother. Just because you do not agree with everything your brother is doing, doesn’t mean you can’t love your mother!</p>
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<p>America’s special strength<br/>
Lies not in frightening the weak<br/>
And challenging the strong,<br/>
But in strengthening the weak<br/>
And<br/>
Illumining the strong.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_zneed1f" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 2, 137" href="#footnote2_zneed1f">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_nx5be1l"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_nx5be1l">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, I Need My Country: Beauty’s Soul. New York: Agni Press, 1975.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_zneed1f"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_zneed1f">2.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 2, 137</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/george-washingtons-luminosity-soul">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Simple blessings</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>My first significant experience with Sri Chinmoy was at the Seattle airport in 1996. I was just five years old at the time.</p>
<p>My sister and mother and I had gone to visit him along with a bunch of other Seattle disciples, because his itinerary brought him there for a few hours. At that time, you were allowed to go into the gate through airport security without a ticket.</p>
<p>At one point Sri Chinmoy had offered prasad (blessed food), and I was in the line to take some. He called me over to stand next to him and pulled my arm to have me sit next to him. We were facing a crowd of people, just the two of us. I remember the very surreal feeling of being with someone so “famous,” and how wide and vast his consciousness was. I felt it stretching out into Infinity, filling the room and the building and city and entire world. I felt like I was a little drop next to the ocean, and his infinite heart was pulling me inside. I also felt his voice in silence inside my own heart, echoing “we are the same.”</p>
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<p>At the place where his hand touched my arm, a very powerful vibration like a solid bolt of energy was tingling and electrifying my body like a conduit. In retrospect, I feel this is one of the moments he “initiated” me, or gave me a direct taste of the experience he’s having all the time. And I can say with full confidence and utmost certainty that that moment has been with me wherever I have gone, and will remain with me no matter what I do for the rest of my life!</p>

<p>After taking a photo of the two of us, he asked my mother and sister to join us and we all posed together.</p>
<p>P.S. This is my favorite photo of Sri Chinmoy, or Guru as I call him, because in it he is exhibiting both immense strength, soulfulness and power, coupled with infinite sweetness, kindness, softness and gentleness. I aspire to be like that, with such a lion-heart.</p>
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<p>My sister and I first visited New York when I was 8. It was during the off-season in New York, not when Celebrations were happening and everything was crazy.</p>
<p>I was at Aspiration-Ground relaxing, not doing anything, just writing some silly things in my notebook.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy was preparing for a public weightlifting exhibition, a programme called "The Body's Fitness-Gong, The Soul's Fulness-Song". He was testing some lifting machines on the clay surface of the tennis court.A boy who was assisting Guru called up to me where I sat in the bleachers, next to my mother and sister. Guru wanted to use me as a warmup. I came down and gave him a big smile.</p>
<p>Guru lifted me several times and invited my sister to join me. Next he brought down the sister of this boy who was assisting Him. The three of us were lifted together.</p>
<p>What struck me most about that experience was that I wasn’t trying hard to be a good disciple or please him in his own way, but he totally honoured me and gave me lots of joy. I had not done anything to deserve it. Instead, he just gave it unconditionally.</p>
<p>I learned a valuable life lesson from this experience. To this day, it is in the quiet moments by myself that I feel his presence most strongly and am able to tap into the highest consciousness full of peace, joy, fulfillment and satisfaction all around me and within me. Especially in the beauty of nature, I feel so close to the Divine. I don’t need to go anywhere or do anything to search for it or find it within me. It is all around us at every moment if only we are receptive enough to feel it – or even if we are not.</p>
<p>Thank you to Sri Chinmoy and to his disciples, who enabled me to be raised in this loving, supportive environment. You continue to shower me with your blessings!</p>
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<p>God awakens my life with His purest Concern.<br/>
God blesses my life with His sublimest Thought.<br/>
God has awakened me. I am no longer asleep.<br/>
God has blessed me. I have emptied my life of problems.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ui0jck7" title="Meditations: food for the soul, December 24, Agni Press, 1970" href="#footnote1_ui0jck7">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ui0jck7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ui0jck7">1.</a> Meditations: food for the soul, December 24, Agni Press, 1970</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/simple-blessings">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Keep doing the right thing</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>One weekend in New York I was invited to a disciple’s birthday party, celebrated in Guru’s customary way—disciples sitting on Guru’s living room floor as paper plates of curry and birthday cake were passed around. It was a typical time for chitchat with Guru. “So, Marion,” Guru said, catching me by surprise (Guru so rarely spoke to me), “when will you open your restaurant?”</p>
<p>I nearly choked on my curry. “Wha - wha - what restaurant, Guru?”<br/>
“First choice restaurant, second choice health food store.”<br/>
“But I don’t have any money, Guru!”<br/>
“Your parents will give you,” Guru reassured me. “Can you have it open by April 13th?”</p>
<p>But that gave me only six weeks to convince my parents, find a location, buy the equipment, and set it up. And I had never even run a cash register, let alone a business!</p>
<p>When Guru asked us to do something, he would put an incredible force on it. It was as though a divine wind was blowing inexorably towards a particular goal, and all I had to do was to spread my sails to catch the wind. In one way it did feel like an enormous amount of hard work, but in another way, it felt effortless, as though everything was already done.</p>

<p>My parents immediately balked at the idea of a restaurant, noting how often restaurants go out of business, but did not close the door entirely to the idea of a health food store. I found a location, a tiny storefront on Charles Street, in the heart of Boston’s historic Beacon Hill. The current tenant, a graphic designer, created an architectural drawing of the floor plan complete with fixtures. I negotiated a lease with the landlord and stalled for time, saying I had to get money transferred from out of state.</p>
<p>A wholesaler helped me create a list of products to stock for the opening. A banker helped me with a business plan. I wore a sari everywhere I went, an act of courage and surrender if not total idiocy. A retired grocery executive, volunteering for the Small Business Administration, gave me advice on running a food business, despite his doubts. “Lady, you’ll never make it on Charles Street, especially not if you’re dressed like a gypsy!” he said.</p>
<p>This all took several weeks. Afterwards, paperwork in hand, I went home to Delaware to ask my parents for the money. To my amazement, they said the amount I needed was the exact amount they had set aside for me to go to graduate school, and if I wanted to consider the health food store my educational expense, they would give it to me.</p>
<p>When I first became a disciple, I thought I was obliged to “convert” my family and friends (a delusion left over from my born-again Christian days). But people have to feel something from within. I found a better way to relate to my parents, based on Guru’s dictum, “You have to please people in their own way.” I encouraged them in their own forms of spirituality: my father found peace of mind through running, my mother through gardening. When I was with them, I would imagine their heart chakras full of light.</p>
<p>After the first year or so, I never actually talked to my parents about my life on the path—in fact, I avoided their questions—but I felt their increasing acceptance. I knew, even if I could not tell them, that Guru was giving them the opportunity for some really good karma by helping me with the store, and that they would understand once they reached the higher worlds. In fact, when my father left the body two years ago, I had the inner experience of Guru welcoming and guiding his soul.</p>
<p>The health food store turned out to be a wonderful way to share Guru’s message while also providing great vegetarian food. I recall one steady customer, a regular-Joe type of guy. He was a real estate agent who was not particularly spiritual, but used to say, “When I eat your food, I can never have bad thoughts, I only have good thoughts.”</p>
<p>I put Guru’s poetry on the labels of my cookies and sandwiches, using my little calligraphy pen to copy out a two- or four-line poem on each tofu salad or tempeh reuben label. Customers would collect them, taping them to their refrigerators.</p>
<p>Once, after a concert Guru performed at Harvard, ten years after I closed the store, I had a remarkable experience. A disciple from Maine brought over a spiritual seeker to meet me. He had been coming to classes at her Centre and recited a poem perfectly, by heart:</p>
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<p>Keep doing the right thing.<br/>
God Himself will go<br/>
And collect the gratitude-buds<br/>
That the world owes you.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ahjqaer" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 7, #456" href="#footnote1_ahjqaer">1</a></p>
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<p>The young man had grown up near my store on Charles Street, and his father had taped that poem over the kitchen sink where he could read it while doing the dishes! Not only that, his father became the state Secretary of the Treasury, and who knows how much courage that poem gave him to pursue the right thing amidst the notorious corruption in our state government? It just goes to show, you never know what seeds you are spreading. After all these years, I still have people coming to meditation classes who saw Guru at Harvard more than 40 years ago, or who remember my little store.</p>
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<p>Gratitude is the food of faith.<br/>
Faith is the food of love.<br/>
Love is the food of peace.,<br/>
Peace is the food of God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_nbp4u69" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 32, #3129" href="#footnote2_nbp4u69">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ahjqaer"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ahjqaer">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 7, #456</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_nbp4u69"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_nbp4u69">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-3129">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 32</a>, #3129</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/keep-doing-right-thing">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;See, sometimes the Supreme speaks to me&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>After a wonderful meditation session on Australia&rsquo;s Gold Coast, Sri Chinmoy was heading towards the elevator. He saw a bunch of us boys, looked at us pointedly and said, &ldquo;What, no frisbee?&rdquo; This is a fairly rare comment for Sri Chinmoy to make, and it seemed somewhat incongruous. However, it was also extremely welcome. What better thing to do after a beautiful meditation than to run around on the beach with your friends playing the great game of Ultimate Frisbee.</p>
<p>Fifteen minutes later about twelve of us were fully immersed in an intense battle of Frisbee down on the beach. As we were about to begin the next point, I saw two boys from the other team running into the surf. The next thing I saw was them carrying Kritartha, a Czech student of Sri Chinmoy, out of the ocean with quite a deep and nasty gash in his calf muscle. I ran back to the hotel and borrowed a van to take him to hospital.</p>
<p>I went into the function room to explain the situation to Guru. That was the first time I had ever given news like this to Guru, and it was fascinating to watch his reaction. He was very focused, and with each nuance of the situation he would take it in and meditate for a second or two. The gist of the news was that the injury happened while Kritartha was surfing and is a fairly common occurrence in these waters. The cut was quite deep and there may have been muscle damage. If so, they would then need to cut the leg further to stitch the inner muscle. Fortunately, this turned out not to be the case, and I am convinced it was due to the force that Guru put on the situation.</p>
<p>After I told Guru all the news, he inquired, &ldquo;Why were you on the beach? Were you surfing?&rdquo; &nbsp;&ldquo;No,&rdquo; I replied, &ldquo;We were playing Frisbee like you said we should.&rdquo; &nbsp;Guru looked at me fixedly and with a twinkle in his eye said, &ldquo;See, sometimes the Supreme speaks to me. It would have been much harder for him if you all had not been there.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I mumbled something in agreement, while wondering if there was ever a time when the Supreme actually did not speak to Guru. I personally do not think Sri Chinmoy uttered a single word or even thought a single thought without it coming from the Supreme.</p>
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<p>God&rsquo;s watchful Eye<br/>
Is protecting my life<br/>
Every day.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_h8sgmz9" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 28,&nbsp;27894, Agni Press, 2002" href="#footnote1_h8sgmz9">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_h8sgmz9"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_h8sgmz9">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 28,&nbsp;27894, Agni Press, 2002</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/see-sometimes-supreme-speaks-me">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How I learned from Sri Chinmoy</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>The way my Guru Sri Chinmoy affected me, in a large sense, is how we are all affected by each other’s consciousness. When you spend time with someone who is really happy, you come away happier than you were before.</p>
<p>Why do we choose someone as a friend? It is because we feel reinforced by their presence. This may not be conscious, but there is an inner kinship, and you are touched by that person’s life. You feel a sense of well-being in their presence. Of course, the opposite is also true. So on a very casual basis, all of us are affected by the consciousness of those around us.</p>
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<p>With a spiritual Master, however, it is also more than that. To be in the presence of someone whose spirituality is that powerful lifts you. You walk away spiritualised by the encounter regardless of its nature. With a spiritual Master, you try to soak in what they are constantly emitting. This is something that has stuck with me throughout the years about Sri Chinmoy. </p>

<p>When I was with Guru, we could talk about anything. Just to be with him, in the authority of his spirituality, was uplifting, regardless of what we talked about. When you were sitting with Guru, you wanted to breathe in the consciousness that was there. Certainly, Guru gave me advice and instruction. I was privileged to spend a lot of time with Guru privately and personally, and that interaction could take the form of my asking him, “May I ask your advice, Guru?” Our conversations could also take the form of him saying, “Oh, good boy, you have to do this.”</p>
<p>Sometimes Sri Chinmoy would assign his disciples various responsibilities. One time he had me give meditation classes in Santa Barbara, California. I was spending a lot of time with the students there, and whenever I had the opportunity to be alone with Guru, there was a checklist that he would go through related to things that he knew were happening in my life. How were the classes in Santa Barbara going?  How was this or that disciple doing? How was my work? How was my brother? There was a whole sphere of influence that he attached to me. But in truth, we could talk about anything. Sometimes we would talk about Chicago pizza.</p>
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<p>I think the relationship with a spiritual Master is misunderstood. It’s very, very intimate and deeply personal. You come to view the Master as an extension of your own inner life. When Guru advised me to do something, I would try to take it as though my own soul was telling me. I knew that he would never tell me something that was not in accordance with my own inner being. Of course, the spiritual life is not all black and white. Sometimes there are grey areas, and you are confused and not sure. The beautiful part about having had that experience is that it was nice to have been able to ask Guru, “Is this the right thing? Is this the wrong thing?”</p>
<p>Sometimes my questions were like hallucinations that had no bearing on my life at all. Guru would say, “Where did you come up with that idea?” In any case, I always trusted him to tell me what was right for me.</p>
<p>The time that I spent with Guru was sacred. It was precious beyond my ability to really appreciate how precious it was. I don’t have the capacity to be grateful enough for the way in which Guru shared his life with me. But I am as grateful as I can possibly be for my experiences with him through the years.</p>
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<p>My first and last lesson in spirituality<br/>
Is my sleepless and breathless oneness<br/>
With the Will of my Lord Supreme.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_sgmhcr1" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 245, #24500, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_sgmhcr1">1</a><br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_sgmhcr1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_sgmhcr1">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-24500">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 245, #24500, Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-i-learned-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The love is always there, boundless</h2>
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<p>It was during Celebrations. I don’t remember how old I was, maybe in my early twenties. I remember being very insecure and feeling that Guru outwardly didn’t give me enough attention and felt a little bit like Guru loved other people more than me because he didn’t talk to me. I felt insecure and down and a little bit unloved or not loved enough. Guru loves everyone else more than me, that is how I felt. I remember it went on for quite a few days. My mind was very strong. I was really down for a few days.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/aruna-bag.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One day out of the blue, Guru calls me up and without really saying anything gives me a little gift bag. And we have a photo of it. It’s a blue gift bag, that’s right. In the gift bag was a little stuffed animal or something. But the most precious thing was that Guru wrote on the gift bag, it’s very faint, He wrote, “My dearest Aruna,” and then is the printed “I love you,” and then underneath Guru writes, “Guru.”</p>

<p>Guru didn’t say anything. He just gave it to me, and it just blew me away. I was so happy and also at the same time I felt so stupid for feeling for days before that Guru didn’t love me, or ignored me or didn’t pay attention to me. It just made me realise – and it still counts today – Guru always knows everything and He loves us infinitely no matter what happens outwardly. But He knows everything inwardly. The love is always there, boundless. This gift bag is also one of my great treasures because it just shows Guru’s infinite love not just for me, but for all his children, all of his spiritual children, his love, his boundless love.</p>
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<p>When the Master comes to me,<br/>
He never forgets to bring<br/>
His all-seeing eye<br/>
And His all-loving heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_8uuncb0" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 33, #32865, Agni Press, 2003" href="#footnote1_8uuncb0">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_8uuncb0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_8uuncb0">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-32865">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 33, #32865, Agni Press, 2003</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/his-love-always-there">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Christ has stolen her heart and brought it now to me&#039;</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p><strong>Dodula:</strong> I was a happy nun at my convent. I had friends and was successful in my job working with children. The institution where I worked and lived was situated by the lake with a view of the mountains. I felt like I was at the zenith of my life. No outer circumstances could have made me leave the convent.</p>
<p>In 1988, I was taking an advanced training course at the University of Zurich so I could serve as a therapist for children with behavioural problems. I was hoping the course would help me to serve these young people better. I was looking for teachers whose theories reflected life; however, with the majority of the professors, I did not see any correlation.</p>
<p>One evening after the lectures, I was on my way out when I saw a poster in the foyer that said “Introduction to Meditation.” I thought to myself, “When I studied here in my younger years, this topic was unknown. But the Bible says, ‘Try all and keep the best.’” So I decided to attend and see what the evening had to offer. The lecture was given by psychologist A.K. Beyer (whom I now know by his spiritual name of Kailash). In his case, I felt that word and deed went together. After the lecture I registered for an upcoming meditation seminar.</p>
<p><strong>Gunthita:</strong> When Dodula first came to Kailash’s lecture, she was dressed in her black nun’s costume. To everybody’s surprise, she was one of the ten people who signed up for the follow-up. Kailash spoke the first evening, and I continued the remaining three evenings. Kailash told me that in case this nun continued for the entire course, I had better not speak about how to become a disciple, in order to avoid problems with the church. Sure enough, she was one of the few people who stayed until the last class.</p>
<p>Right from the beginning she was so open to Guru. She loved his Transcendental photograph; she said it was always smiling at her. She bought many books, which she also gave to her nun sisters and the Mother Superior. She also bought quite a few pictures of Guru and put them up in her little room.</p>
<p>When I was in New York, I was inspired to tell some of the experiences she had with Guru’s music and with the Transcendental picture in connection with the children she was teaching. The stories were as beautiful as fairy tales, but they were real! Guru’s only comment was: “Is she not a disciple?”</p>
<p>I answered: “No, Guru, she has been a Catholic sister for 27 years!” Guru just smiled compassionately at my answer.</p>

<p><strong>Dodula:</strong> In these classes I learned to meditate, and I also bought two books by Sri Chinmoy—one about happiness and the other about meditation. While reading, I recognised the message as being the same as the one Jesus had offered humankind 2,000 years earlier. Sri Chinmoy’s philosophy even helped me to understand the Bible better and to love it more.</p>
<p>As I read more of Sri Chinmoy’s books, a new spiritual horizon opened up for me. Meditation filled me with joy and a greater love of God. Sri Chinmoy’s disciples told me that he had been to the Vatican several times. Pope Paul VI once told him during a private audience, “Your message and my message are the same. When we both leave this world, you and I, we will meet together.” Sri Chinmoy had also met several times with Pope John Paul II.</p>
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<p>The fact that a human being could have such oneness with the divine made a deep impression on me, and I subsequently had several spiritual experiences of my own.</p>
<p><strong>Gunthita:</strong> After a few weeks, Guru came to Munich, and since Dodula came to our Madal Bal store every week, I told her, “Next time I will not be here; I will go to visit Sri Chinmoy in Munich.” She said that she had written a poem for him and asked me if I could translate it and give it to him. I opened the envelope, and there was a photo of her inside. I asked her why she wanted to give Sri Chinmoy a photo of her (since I never told her how to apply to become a disciple). She said that since she had so many pictures of him, she wanted him to have at least one of her, just so that he knew who was thanking him for all his blessings and help.</p>
<p>Then I had to tell her that Sri Chinmoy happened to be not only a peace philosopher, artist, composer and poet but also that he was a spiritual Master of the highest order who accepted his disciples through a photo. She had tears in her eyes and said, “If he is not my teacher, then who is my teacher? I learned from him much more in these few months than I learned in all my 27 years as a spiritual sister in the convent!”</p>
<p>When Guru saw her picture, he accepted her as a disciple and said, “Christ has stolen her heart and brought it now to me.”</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meets with a nun in the Vatican, 1998. Dodula (in white) is beside the nun, and Gunthita is in the back</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Dodula:</strong> In 1989, Sri Chinmoy expressed the wish to visit a convent in Switzerland. He gratefully accepted the invitation of the prioress of the convent in Cham. Upon arrival he first went to the chapel, where he prayed, meditated, and sang. After this, he answered various questions from the nuns. At one point Sri Chinmoy came to my table and invited me to come to New York in August.</p>
<p>“How is this possible?” I asked.“Through God’s Grace,” he replied.</p>
<p>After this event, however, I did not think about this invitation anymore because I did not see any possibility of going to New York.</p>
<p>One evening I prayed with all my heart that Jesus would reveal his will to me. That night I had a dream that was more real than life. I saw a health food store and went in. Gunthita was at the counter selling a big crystal for a good price. A lady was sitting in front of a pillar, and when I looked at her, I realised that she knew everything about the present, past and future. I asked her if I should stay in the convent or not, and she replied, “For you it is better to leave.”</p>
<p>I wanted to know why. Her clear reply was, “They do not understand you, and they are preventing you from living according to your inner destiny.”</p>
<p>In this way I received the answers through my soul itself, represented by the woman in the dream. Later, Sri Chinmoy told me that Jesus himself had brought me to him, and this I can confirm.</p>
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<p>Once you have established<br/>
A solid inner link<br/>
With your spiritual Master,<br/>
Yesterday’s Master, today’s Master<br/>
And tomorrow’s Master<br/>
Will all become one in your life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_7pw54ps" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 92" href="#footnote1_7pw54ps">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_7pw54ps"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_7pw54ps">1.</a> Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 92</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/nun-becomes-sri-chinmoy-disciple">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Every time I look at the picture, it says: ‘I love you!</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><em>Before Dodula became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, she was Sister Elda, a Catholic nun. When she started meditating according to Sri Chinmoy's teachings, she was working at a school for children with learning and behavior problems, running the therapy station for the most troubled children.</em></p>
<p>With the meditation practice everything became more meaningful, deeper, vaster. I was able to understand Christ’s message better than before and I could feel the essence. And I got so much strength and joy.</p>
<p>I did not say anything about my meditation practice but these sensitive children immediately felt something in me. They behaved in a different manner – even the most difficult child. Not only children felt the peaceful help. Many friends, the President, the Director, the Principal of the school, teachers and other staff came to me for consolation and advice.</p>
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<p>He was very curious, too. As a result he discovered my meditation picture of Guru on my desk. Each time when he came for therapy, he would first come slowly around my desk and look at Guru’s face. With a loving expression and a smile he would turn around and go to his seat. During our sessions he behaved like an angel.</p>
<p>One time, John went to the church to pray, accompanied by a different nun. Inside he spotted the picture of Jesus that had been created from the Holy Shroud of Turin. He suddenly exclaimed “No! No! That’s not it! The picture on Sister Elda’s desk is very similar but still different. And every time I look at it, it says: ‘I love you!’ ”</p>
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<p>As an individual<br/>
Often dresses in different clothes,<br/>
Even so, Krishna, the Buddha, the Christ<br/>
And many others<br/>
Are the same God<br/>
Clothed in different garb.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_8mpgk9l" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 77, 7648, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_8mpgk9l">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_8mpgk9l"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_8mpgk9l">1.</a> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 77, 7648, Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/every-time-i-look-picture-it-says-i-love-you">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Animal Friends</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Once, in these early years, an acquaintance of mine took pity on two border collie pups he had spied in a dog pound for unwanted strays and took them home. My friend&#39;s compassion dried up after one week of ownership (chewed shoes, fur over all of his clothes, malodorous carpets, the odd bone wedged under his bed!), and Subarata and I were implored to take them while he &ldquo;had a break&rdquo; &ndash; a euphemism, as it turned out, for &ldquo;fled the country, never to be seen again.&rdquo; Reluctantly &ndash; though, in hindsight, happily &ndash; we agreed. The two pups grew into wonderful and loyal creatures &ndash; lifelong vegetarians, they were full of mischief and fun, and possessed of great intelligence and intuition.</p>
<p>In pre-disciple backcountry New Zealand where we spent long months away from our own two-legged kind, our family of animal friends expanded to include lambs, wild pigs that had lost their mother, the odd goat, a mercurial and sometimes temperamental fawn, a white horse plus a few very unendearing hens that generally disapproved, with much cluck-clucking, of all these animal comings and goings.</p>
<p>Subarata loved animals, and they her. Sometimes up on a ridge at work, I would see her on horseback, far off on a farm track, Pied-Piperish with a stream of dogs, pigs and a lamb or two strung out behind her. Our winter cottage back in the mountains was like a scene from the movie &ldquo;Babe&rdquo; on those cold nights &ndash; dogs stretched out by the log fire and sighing contentedly; a lamb or two on a hay cot; the three pigs on the porch outside, squealing at the injustice of it all; prim and disapproving hens perched on the yard fence; the horse circling in the yard &ndash; snorting to gain our attention and hopeful of a late-night snack from the ever-doting Subarata.</p>
<p>Our vegetarian collies were very placid and gentle, especially Scruffles, the female. Raised as a pup with so many other species from God&rsquo;s creation, the unbiased Scruffles would play with the lambs and pigs each day, an activity that most self-respecting canines would certainly frown upon. They both had wildly adventurous lives, even riding in helicopters when I had two summers as an outfit guide on six-day white-water rafting expeditions. Scruffles loved riding the rivers, her paws over the front of the inflatable and braced as we charged down the big, rolling rapids; while a more circumspect Scobie, preferring to stay dry, would sit up on the lashed-down food barrels, a difficult balancing feat, bracing himself against the pitch and roll and downward plungings.</p>
<p>Later we shifted to Adelaide and our spiritual path beginnings. The sea was at our doorstep and Subarata took the collies for long swims in the warm ocean, training them to venture far out on their own.</p>
<p>When Scruffles died, racing at full speed along a night-time road in glorious style, flowing and free &ndash; such a sight &ndash; then under the wheels of a sudden car, we were heartbroken. We felt the loss of our longtime companion for ages.</p>
<p>Where are they now, these lovely souls that shared their lives with us for a while and then were gone? What a compelling case for animal-to-human reincarnation they make, for where else can creatures of such sentience, intelligence and development go but onwards into our troubled human kingdom with its further, if bittersweet, possibilities?</p>
<p>If, through some divine dispensation, I might have some small say in all this, a boon for my many years of dogless austerity, I would choose for them a gentle transition to the human realm, perhaps even somewhere around here &ndash; as a brother and sister in some happy rural family, with lots of pets and farmyard pals, and doting parents, of course. Perhaps our paths might even cross &ndash; two children flying along a forest trail, happy and free, running wild towards me through the trees, and stopping momentarily to say, a little shyly to this stranger, &ldquo;Haven&rsquo;t we met you somewhere before?...&rdquo;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/animal-friends">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Scientists can&#039;t sing?</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I have always liked music, but, alas! I could not sing. I was told to just move my lips at my junior high graduation choral performance, and I followed that advice ever after. After I became Sri Chinmoy’s full-time disciple, I discovered that music was very important on his spiritual path. Sri Chinmoy himself was an excellent singer, and composed thousands of spiritual songs. They were really beautiful, and I loved to listen to them, and, very gradually, I tried to learn a few. My success was limited.</p>
<p>But on Father’s Day, in the year 2002, I was attending a meditation meeting with Sri Chinmoy and about 200 of his students, and all of a sudden, Sri Chinmoy spoke to me over his microphone.</p>
<p>He said, “Bhadra, you're not in a singing group?”<br/>
I said, “No, Guru.”<br/>
Sri Chinmoy said, “Why not?”<br/>
I said, “I’m just learning to sing.”<br/>
Sri Chinmoy said, “You’re a scientist. Scientists can’t sing? There are so many singing groups; you should be in one of them.”<br/>
I thought to myself, “Yes, Guru, but what singing group would have me?”<br/>
Into the mike, Sri Chinmoy said, “You should be in Chandika’s group.”</p>

<p>So, when the meeting was over, I asked Chandika if I could be in her group. She said I could, and I attended her group practices, but at first I only moved my lips. Sri Chinmoy somehow let me understand that he expected me to actually sing, and so, after a while, I got Chandika’s practice tape, and when I took my daily walk I listened to the tape and tried to sing aloud along with it.</p>
<p>I will not go into the long and arduous details, but as time passed, my singing did, gradually, improve. I took informal singing lessons with a friend who had heard my unaided efforts; later on I took official singing classes with two different teachers. I bought a small keyboard, (I had learned to read music when I was a child), and I started to practice singing every day. Today I can, if the song is not too difficult, learn to sing a song correctly with a group. I’m afraid I’ll never be a good singer, but these days I do actually get joy from my singing. Sri Chinmoy says that the spiritual life involves self-transcendence, and in my life as his student, my ever-improving singing has made me understand that piece of his philosophy.</p>
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<p>I sing for my heart.<br/>
My heart sings for my soul.<br/>
My soul sings for my Lord Supreme.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ohnts6c" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 42, 41784, Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote1_ohnts6c">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ohnts6c"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ohnts6c">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ST-41784">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 42, 41784, Agni Press, 2005</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/scientists-cant-sing">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>In the middle of an ocean of love</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>I was taking a short course in meditation led by two of Sri Chinmoy’s students. I was not looking for a spiritual Teacher; I had no idea what a spiritual Teacher was. I was an atheist, a Ph.D. in Sociology, and a researcher. I was skeptical when I heard about others’ spiritual experiences. I was interested in meditation only because I thought it might help my anxiety.</p>
<p>After a few classes, my teachers invited me to a meditation led by Sri Chinmoy. I was curious, and went to two uneventful sessions, and then came to the third. I was in an ordinary state of mind when I arrived. Sri Chinmoy came onto the stage of the Public School auditorium. He began to meditate, and then, all around his entire body, and stretching out from his body in all directions, I saw, with my human eyes, a beautiful golden light.</p>
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<p>I was entranced and entered a state of silent bliss. It seemed like I was in the middle of an ocean of love. I was fortunate that I trusted my own experience of that night. I went on to become a full-time student of the one man I’ve ever met who was the perfect embodiment of goodness.</p>

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<p>When my heart glows,<br/>
My life-river speedily flows<br/>
To God’s Ocean of Love.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_aiua0yu" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, 46169, Agni Press, 2007" href="#footnote1_aiua0yu">1</a></p>
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<p>I decided that I wanted to become Sri Chinmoy’s student. But at that same time, I had to look for another job, and I thought I couldn’t make a commitment to Sri Chinmoy’s path until my work situation was settled. The job I was leaving was in New York, but I was interviewing for my new job all over the country. I remember being in a hotel in North Carolina, and meditating on Sri Chinmoy’s Transcendental Photograph, and telling Sri Chinmoy that I would do whatever he thought was best.    </p>
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<p>When I returned to New York, one of the teachers of the meditation course that had led me to Sri Chinmoy invited me to have lunch with her at Annam Brahma, a restaurant run by his students. I told her that I really wanted to formally apply to become become Sri Chinmoy’s student, but that I was afraid that I might have to leave New York to find a new job at my level. This woman said, “Don’t be silly! You are very good! I’m sure you can find another job in New York.” After lunch I returned home, and there, on my answering machine, was a message, offering me a very good job in New York!</p>
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<p>The outer miracles of a spiritual Master<br/>
Can be counted,<br/>
But the inner miracles of the Master<br/>
Can never be counted.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_pbhy550" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 43, 42843, Agni Press, 2005" href="#footnote2_pbhy550">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_aiua0yu"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_aiua0yu">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ST-46169">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 47, 46169, Agni Press, 2007</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_pbhy550"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_pbhy550">2.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ST-42843">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 43, 42843, Agni Press, 2005</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/middle-ocean-love">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru&#039;s curveballs</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>During my first Celebrations in New York, Guru had all the young disciples come up to him who had been on the path less than two years, which included me.</p>
<p>As we youngsters came up to Guru, he would throw a candy bar as means of blessing us, which we had to catch. He loved to do this as a joyful, childlike way to interact personally with each person in line. I remember thinking that it would be extremely important to not drop the bar, which in my mind seemed tantamount to squandering the Master’s blessings. Most disciples before me in the line had no problems catching the little bars, as they came sailing in graceful arcs out of Guru’s hand.</p>
<p>However, when my turn came Guru gave a little flick with his hand and the bar flew short of its anticipated course. I grasped after it and hit it with the back of my hand, tossing it higher into the air. As it came down a second time I reached for it again unsuccessfully. The candy bar was now making frantic somersaults in mid-air, about to unceremoniously drop to the floor, exposing me as the most unworthy disciple in the crowd.</p>
<p>In a last, frantic attempt I reached for it again. Fortunately, this time I managed to snatch it from its wayward course. My heart was pounding in my chest as relief washed over me.</p>
<p>I made it!</p>
<p>From the corner of my eye I looked at Guru and thought I saw a hint of a smile.</p>
<p>Unbeknownst to me then is that I had just witnessed Guru’s first curveball, which he threw at me. Over the years, more curveballs followed, moments where Guru would shatter my expectations, steer me off a mind-planned course and force me to improvise, which often meant a return to the fluid spontaneity of my heart.</p>

<p>I had to think of Guru’s curveballs again when the pandemic broke out at the end of February 2020. I had just bought a restaurant in Amsterdam, a waffle house, which I called <em>Heart-Garden</em> as a dedication to Sri Chinmoy, who had coined the term and used it often in his writings.</p>
<p>Before signing the contract, I had spent hours poring over annual turnover figures, discussing the deal with friends who were experienced restaurant owners and hiring lawyers and real estate agents to help me negotiate the best possible terms for the contract.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/heart-garden-abhinabha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Needless to say, none of them had foreseen the coronavirus.</p>
<p>So I signed the contract in the beginning of January 2020 in blissful ignorance, with the idea of taking over the business on April 1st. It turned out to be a real April Fools’ Day indeed, as on March 16th all the restaurants in The Netherlands were forced to close in light of the pandemic restrictions.</p>
<p>As the scenario slowly unfolded before my disbelieving eyes, I realised I was witnessing another one of Guru’s curveballs. There was nothing to do but surrender.</p>
<p>I used the extra weeks to paint and decorate the place nicely and went open for takeout on April 25th. The first month was slow, but I made enough to keep my head above water while in the meantime learning the ins and outs of the waffle business.</p>
<p>Now the restaurant is again open for public and doing quite well. More importantly, I’m extremely happy and thrilled to be there, as I feel the restaurant has become a real spiritual haven for people from all walks of life. Guru’s light is visibly and tangibly emanating from his photographs, paintings and music.</p>
<p>In hindsight, opening the restaurant is the best thing that could have happened to me. Yet, had I been given the choice to open up my business in the middle of a global pandemic - arguably the worst time in history to open a restaurant - I would have probably politely declined. That’s why Guru had to throw one of his curveballs, making me sign the contract just before the lockdown started.</p>
<p>And just like my first curveball, I may have fumbled once or twice but I did finally catch it!</p>
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<p>Surprise after surprise<br/>
Will arrive at your life-door<br/>
If you make your heart<br/>
A constant consecration to God’s Will.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9n7tl4p" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 192, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_9n7tl4p">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_9n7tl4p"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_9n7tl4p">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/AP-19200">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 192, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gurus-curveballs">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Ushering my grandmother to the next world</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>This story shows how Guru can help us and our dear ones through sincere prayer and meditation. Thirty years ago, my grandmother was seriously ill with cancer. By that time, she was 88 years old. She was brought to the hospital, and everybody knew she was living her last moments on earth.</p>
<p>So at the end of her life, even though I was a very young disciple, I put one of my grandmother’s photos on my shrine, and I prayed every day to the Supreme and to Guru to help her pass the curtain of Eternity. She died a few months later, while I was in New York for our annual Sri Chinmoy Centre April Celebrations.</p>
<p>I remember very clearly the dream I had then – the kind of dream that makes you feel it is not a dream but a reality in the inner world. During my sleep, I saw my grandmother walking away through the night of death, accompanied by Guru and holding one of his arms. She turned her head towards me and looked at me, waving a white handkerchief and smiling at me. Then she disappeared and I woke up.</p>
<p>It was a vivid experience, and I felt that my prayer had been granted. A few years later, I told this story to Guru during the Christmas trip, and he gave me a broad smile – his way of confirming that he had in fact ushered my grandmother to the next world.</p>
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<p>In secrecy supreme I see You.<br/>
You live in my eyes, in my sleep,<br/>
In my dreams, in my sweet wakefulness.<br/>
In the stupendous mirth of life,<br/>
In the abysmal lap of death,<br/>
You I behold.<br/>
Your Love-Play is my world.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_oqj8j7j" title="My Flute, Agni Press, 1972" href="#footnote1_oqj8j7j">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_oqj8j7j"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_oqj8j7j">1.</a> <a href="https://srichinmoylibrary.com/MF74">My Flute</a>, Agni Press, 1972</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/ushering-my-grandmother-next-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Truckload of Humanitarian Aid Sails through Customs</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>In 1991, Sri Chinmoy founded the Oneness-Heart Tears and Smiles humanitarian service. Among its first projects was a delivery of food and medicines to Russia (above) at the request of President Gorbachev - a project that Dr. Arthada worked on.</figcaption>
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<p>Once I had almost finished collecting humanitarian aid for two or three truck deliveries that were supposed to go to Russia. Before the shipping, I and many other Austrian disciples went to Celebrations, a meeting of the disciples with Guru in America.</p>
<p>There, Kritagyata, a nurse who collected humanitarian supplies in America, told me that she had received a huge shipment of medical supplies for Russian children’s hospitals. The transport directly from America to Russia would, however, have been financially impossible and bureaucratically extremely difficult to manage by official means.</p>
<p>So the idea arose that we European disciples could take all these packages in our personal luggage back to Europe. At the next large international disciple meeting, disciples from other Centres could give these packages to the disciples from Vienna. The idea was that I would then add all these medical supplies to my already planned large aid delivery.</p>
<p>Secretly feeling relieved, I informed Guru that it was completely absurd to even think about bringing all these countless large parcels illegally to Europe in this way without Customs finding out. These parcels were significantly more voluminous than suitcases and, moreover, immediately identifiable from the outside as medical supplies. That was probably clear to everyone, and my many years of experience only made me smile pitifully at this idea. This is why, right from the beginning, I considered this project over and done with or rather hopeless and crazy. “One problem less,” I thought, but I did not know Guru that well yet.</p>

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<p>Guru had all the packages brought to the Tennis Court, our meeting place in New York, and there they were stacked up in a huge pile, or rather a little mountain. It would be charged as a whole truckload. Guru then walked around the parcels a few times while meditating and finally told us that the European disciples, of course especially those from Vienna, should take the parcels with them, and when going through Customs we should just repeat “Supreme” (God) inwardly and nothing would happen.</p>
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<p>In fact, all parcels without exception arrived unhindered either directly in Vienna, where we loaded them into delivery vehicles, or they passed through Customs in other European countries, from where they subsequently found their way to Vienna, once again across the then-strict European borders. If that wasn’t a miracle!</p>
<p>By the way, in his enthusiasm, one of my closest friends, you might call him crazy, had taken three parcels with him! The large boxes took up all the space in his luggage trolley which contained no personal items. It was hardly surprising that when he pushed his luggage trolley through Customs, he was immediately noticed by the strict authorities who could hardly see him behind the huge boxes. Two uniformed men started moving in his direction. Right there and then things seemed to be over for my friend. His heart missed a beat, but then he remembered to repeat the mantra that Guru had given us.</p>
<p>The moment he began to inwardly scream “Supreme,” the magic word unfolded its effect. The astonishing thing was that the two Customs officers stopped and then moved backwards to where they had originally started, as if a film was being rewound. So in the end, my friend with his little mountain of boxes also passed Customs unscathed.</p>
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<p>Dependence<br/>
On one’s own personal effort<br/>
Is a dance with futility.</p>
<p>Dependence<br/>
On God’s Grace and Oneness<br/>
And the seeker’s surrendered effort,<br/>
Is the assurance of God-Victory<br/>
In the seeker.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_2imqfe3" title="Sri Chinmoy, God-Compassion and God-Justice, 42, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_2imqfe3">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_2imqfe3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_2imqfe3">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, God-Compassion and God-Justice, 42, Agni Press, 1975</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/truckload-humanitarian-aid-sails-through-customs">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Epilogue: Ode to Gratitude</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
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<p>To wake up during the night,<br/>
And hear the loons<br/>
Offer their centuries-old melody<br/>
To the mountains and the stars,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>To get up in the morning,<br/>
And look at the hummingbirds<br/>
Beautiful and humble,<br/>
Flying graciously,<br/>
Invoking the Divine,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>In the morning mist,<br/>
To listen in awe<br/>
To the secrets of silence,<br/>
To welcome this unique concert<br/>
That our Creator,<br/>
Every day<br/>
Kindly offers His creation,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>To realise that<br/>
I can still walk, smile<br/>
And simply be,<br/>
After decades of daily miracles,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>To light up incense,<br/>
To feel and smell in its fragrances<br/>
The beauties and splendours of the Himalayas,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>For the hundredth time or more<br/>
To feel uncontrollable tears<br/>
Coming from my soul,<br/>
Purifying my heart and eyes,<br/>
This is my Gratitude!</p>
<p>To cry in silence,<br/>
To breathe devotion,<br/>
And, with folded hands,<br/>
After 76 years of smiles,<br/>
To invoke His name!</p>
<p>To welcome another day<br/>
And be blessed<br/>
With all these Divine treasures…<br/>
This is my Gratitude,<br/>
Today and every day.</p>
<p><strong>Nérée Utsahi St-Amand<br/>
<em>(my spiritual name is Utsahi)</em></strong><br/>
<em>La Chanterelle (my little place in the Gatineau) June 4-5-6th 2021<br/>
76 years on earth, yet at heart a 7 year old child</em></p>
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<p>One year after Guru’s passing in 2007, a small book entitled <em>The Supreme Notebook</em> was offered as prasad in New York. This tiny book made quite an impression on me. It contains only one word, ‘Supreme’, written 27 times on each page, by Guru. I then found out that our dearest Guru had been writing the word ‘Supreme’ 27 times per day, for years. This book presented part of the last major notebook dedicated to this devotional ritual.</p>
<p>Upon seeing this, I was inspired to start the same ritual and to write, every day, the word <em>Supreme</em>. Shortly after, I started this project and have not stopped since. While doing this, I feel in union with Guru, who did this for years.</p>
<p>Sometimes I wonder: What did he have in mind when writing ‘Supreme’? What was his meditation like? How was the Supreme reacting to this purest form of meditation? Could this possibly be the simplest form of meditation: simply chanting or writing the name ‘Supreme’, over and over?</p>
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<p>If you want a mantra,<br/>
Then “Supreme”<br/>
Is by far the best mantra.</p>
<p>If you want a special meditation,<br/>
Then to invoke the Presence<br/>
Of the Supreme<br/>
Is by far the best type of meditation.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_5fpj9of" title="Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 14, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_5fpj9of">1</a></p>
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<p>Thanks to Guru, thousands of doors, closed for millennia, have opened wide. The doors might not be around us, they might be above us, as in the dream I related earlier in this book. We might need a little lift at times, when we feel that the task is too difficult or simply seems impossible.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's mantra “Never give up" is quite a simple motto; those who have adopted it are living proof that the impossible becomes possible, through our persistence and God’s Grace. With faith and enthusiasm, we can change our way of seeing ourselves, and we can even change the world. But to think that we can do it on our own is simply an illusion. By surrendering to higher forces, and following our Guru’s teachings, miracles happen.</p>
<p>In my opinion, Sri Chinmoy is the prophet of a new era. His vision for the world, his vision for individuals and his vision for the future of humanity is altogether simple, optimistic, and holistic. He sees us all as one: East or West, North or South, people of different creeds and colours, languages or beliefs. To each and every person, he basically offers the same message: work for a oneness-world and aim to transcend human barriers. The invitation is there: he wants us to achieve God-realization. He reminds us of our journey’s goal: God wants each and every one of us to become another God, as he reminds us in one of his 23,000+ songs:</p>
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<p>God has come down<br/>
To become another man.<br/>
Man has gone up<br/>
To become another God.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_o2uek90" title="September 13, 1996, Unpublished" href="#footnote2_o2uek90">2</a></p>
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<p>How can this planet that we inhabit become sacred? Only if each and every one of us becomes a mirror of transcendence, a true reflection of God. For each and every one walking, running or flying on the path of Infinity, Sri Chinmoy has a simple message:</p>
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<p>We are the Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme<br/>
On the Path of Infinity.<br/>
At this time we have broken asunder<br/>
Obstruction's door.<br/>
We have broken asunder the night<br/>
Of tenebrous darkness, inconscience<br/>
And the eternal, indomitable fear of death.<br/>
The Boat of the supernal Light's Dawn<br/>
Is beckoning us,<br/>
And the World-Pilot<br/>
Of the hallowed bond of Love Divine<br/>
Is beckoning us.<br/>
The Liberator's Hands are drawing us<br/>
To the Ocean of the great Unknown.<br/>
Having conquered the life-breath<br/>
Of the Land of Immortality,<br/>
And carrying aloft the Banner<br/>
Of the Lord Supreme,<br/>
We shall return:<br/>
We, the drops and flames<br/>
Of Transformation-Light.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_u36weda" title="ri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972" href="#footnote3_u36weda">3</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_5fpj9of"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_5fpj9of">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_14">Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 14, </a>Agni Press, 1999</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_o2uek90"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_o2uek90">2.</a> September 13, 1996, Unpublished</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_u36weda"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_u36weda">3.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mf">ri Chinmoy, My Flute, </a>Agni Press, 1972</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/epilogue">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Moments of Eternity</h2><div class="field-item"><p>As the reader can see from the anecdotes in this book, my life as a student of Sri Chinmoy is filled with very fond memories. In fact, there are too many such memories for a small book like this! Some lasted for only a few moments, but the memory of them is everlasting.</p>
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<h2>Christmas Trips</h2>
<p>I have been fortunate enough to attend quite a few Christmas Trips. It seems to me that all of us who participate in these trips experience, for as long as we are on the Trip, a dream-world. When Guru was still on earth, we were able to be with him for hours, practically all day, if we wanted, because Guru spent almost all his time in the function hall, composing poems, songs, telling stories, etc. During these times, our proximity to Guru was so special.</p>
<p><em>This is a excerpt from my journal December 25th, 2006:</em> Then Guru looked up, staring at me, for one split second – one glance at my heart and soul! I felt a divine current of energy penetrating me. Through a simple look, he powerfully pierced my heart and soul with gentleness. Softly! In silence! Gratitude, my beloved Guru. Till the last moment, you feed your children.</p>
<p>This was indeed the most powerful experience of my three-week Christmas Trip. This intimate moment between the Master and his devotee was stronger than any divine prayers, silent meditations, singing or evening plays. He blessed my soul! He blessed me in a way that I have never been blessed! Like lightning, his peace, his serenity, his strength – all in the glimpse of an eye!</p>
<p><em>December 31, 2006:</em> At the end of the last function of the year, Guru was leaving the room. In silence, the disciples present were offering their goodnight wishes to our Guru. My heart was overflowing with gratitude when we started singing the song, “My own gratitude-heart is all that matters." Guru turned around and waved to us, in silence...</p>
<h2>So proud</h2>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/so-proud.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />We were in New York for the anniversary of Guru's Jharna-Kala painting in November. Guru asked some boys to perform thirteen of his Jharna Kala songs. I was part of this group of approximately 10 boys. I practiced the songs from morning till night, for two days. Then, in the evening, Guru asked us to perform. As we finished, he was so proud of us that he gave each of us a framed bird with the inscription: “I am so proud of my boy Jharna-Kala singers." Needless to say, I dearly cherish this gift from Guru’s hands.</p>
<p>This anecdote demonstrates Guru’s constant heart of gratitude. You offered him your effort: he responded a thousand-fold.</p>
<h2>“Your Guru’s love is unconditional!"</h2>
<p>One weekend, my daughter, then aged 17, accompanied me, along with one of her friends, to New York. We travelled in the same car, but our agendas were different: they wanted to see, for the first time, the Big Apple and I wanted to be with Guru. It just happened that that Friday night was seeker’s meditation, at PS 86. I mentioned it to them and after their day in Manhattan, they decided to come.</p>
<p>When Guru invited the girls to come and meditate in front of him, her friend went, but my daughter did not want to go. Disciples around her were encouraging her to receive Guru’s blessings, but they did not know her! They insisted; negative results!</p>
<p>Then, when prasad time came, Guru asked me: Where is your daughter? I told him she was sitting with me. Then he replied: “Tell her I would like to meet her." She accepted and when we both were in front of Guru, he smiled at her and offered her a rose. Not one word! After the function, she observed: “Your disciple friends are insistent but your Guru’s love is unconditional." Guru’s silence-smile and one rose made all the difference.</p>
<h2>Creation of Sri Chinmoy’s Websites</h2>
<p>I was in New York for a few weeks at around the turn of the new century when I was asked to be part of a special project for Guru. Although Guru did not like the Internet very much, now he had decided to establish an active, positive presence on the Web. He asked one disciple to coordinate the project of creating the Sri Chinmoy website, and to do it quickly. I was asked to help in the initial phases of this project. There were ten of us working frantically, every day, on some sections of what eventually evolved into many different Web sites and Web pages. Some were on sports, some on Guru’s writings, some on arts, others on songs.</p>
<p>Every day, we received so many blessings for being part of this demanding project. I worked mostly on Guru’s lectures, speeches and other literature. We hardly had any document that was digitalized then, and no scanner; so in many cases we had to re-type them all. Lots of work by dedicated disciples, working hard, every day - and then the moment of launching the site arrived. We were all so proud and excited at being part of this project.</p>
<p>At some point in the process, a photo was taken of the initial team of pioneers, and when it was presented to Guru, he ordered ten large copies to be made and wrote “Guru" on the third eye of each person. To this day, I cherish these moments and this photo offered to us by our dearest Guru. Now that I see how the sites have evolved, and how Guru’s presence is so prominent on the Internet, I can’t help but be proud to have participated, in some humble way, in the initial stages of this colossal project.</p>
<h2>My Utsahi</h2>
<p>In June 2001, we were in Oslo for a week to celebrate the unveiling of the Peace Flame. It was a very beautiful monument of peace and there was a week of meditation associated with it! Among the multifarious activities, there was a book launch in one of the city’s largest bookstores. Guru was there, signing his books. Many people from the public came, and Guru took time to write a special word to everyone. Disciples were invited to have books autographed if they wanted to. Naturally, there was a line-up.</p>
<p>Another boy and I were there, close to Guru. I had my camera and took a few shots. Time was flying, and Guru had been sitting there for many hours by then, and I felt that he must have been tired. I was debating, trying to decide if I would go or not: This is a unique opportunity, my little voice would say... Guru is very tired; don’t add to his load, another voice would respond. And I was in the middle, debating whether or not I should approach Guru.</p>
<p>Finally, the other boy and I decided to go. But by then, there were no English books left, so I chose a Norwegian book entitled <em>Fredselskerens Visdoms Kilde</em>. On the first page, Guru wrote: "My Utsahi - My infinite Love, Joy and Gratitude. Guru, June 15th, 2001" and added four beautiful birds.</p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/moments-eternity">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The heart and soul of Canada</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p>Not only I but also my Canadian students have done so much for the heart and soul of Canada. My Canadian students have really awakened and illumined the consciousness of Canada. Nobody will believe how much they have helped Canada spiritually.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_b7dxde7" title="Sri Chinmoy, The world-experience-tree-climber, part 6, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_b7dxde7">1</a></p>
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<h2>Displaying bird drawings in Ottawa</h2>
<p>This exhibition was unique, presenting the first 100,000 of Guru’s bird drawings to the public for one month. Those of us who took part will never forget that historical time. Our Centre had rented and renovated a four-story building, and painted it all in the purest white, as if making a special nest for Guru’s birds. And then the 100,000 birds arrived from New York in special transport trucks. To this day, more than 20 years later, when we talk about Sri Chinmoy in Ottawa, some people ask: “Is he the bird man?"</p>
<p>Guru had asked that the building be guarded 24-7, so a group of local boys were scheduled, one night per week, to guard Guru’s birds. Imagine this huge four-story building, after all is closed and doors are locked, and one guard, alone, with all the birds! Those nights, sleep was not an option: we were so energized by all the birds!</p>
<p>While the Ottawa population was in awe of Guru’s birds of Infinity, he was continuing to draw more and more birds, very quickly. Shortly after this initial exhibition of 100,000, he had completed his first one million birds. So, six months after the first grand opening, there was another celebration at this venue, featuring Guru’s latest miraculous artistic achievement.</p>
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<p>Needless to say, it was most sublime, a unique world-class display of Guru’s original art. And on both occasions, we had an added treat: Guru came to see his birds and visit our Centre.</p>
<h2>Canada - A Peace-Blossom Nation</h2>
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<figcaption>Utsahi speaks at ceremonies marking the dedication of Canada as North America's first Sri Chinmoy Peace-Blossom nations. Over 100 nations were dedicated this way in the cause of peace.</figcaption>
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<h2>Montreal 2000: Guru’s Largest Peace Concert</h2>
<p>In the fall of 2000, Guru offered his largest concert ever, in Montreal. It was an incredible event, that had been planned and prepared for, for many months. The poster read: <em>The Concert of a Lifetime</em>. Nineteen thousand people attended!</p>
<p>The morning of the concert, I had a call from our Centre Leader, who asked me to introduce Guru to the audience. What an honour! And what a responsibility!  Throughout the day, I worked on a text, practiced my intonation and tried to be relaxed and in my best consciousness.</p>
<p>Just before the concert, one of the guards called to me and said: “Utsahi, Guru wants to see you." I then entered a large room adjacent to the concert hall, fully decorated with flowers. Guru was meditating in a nice chair. He called me up in front of him and asked: “How are you, Utsahi"? I couldn’t help but think to myself how much consideration Guru had. He’s the one offering the concert and he asks me how I am! I was in seventh Heaven, but simply replied: “Fine, Guru, thank you."</p>
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<p>I was so proud to present our Guru to the public. “Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to the concert of a lifetime." I could hardly imagine that Guru would be in front of the blinding spotlights for two hours!</p>
<p>And it <em>was</em> the concert of a lifetime!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_b7dxde7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_b7dxde7">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/we_6">Sri Chinmoy, The world-experience-tree-climber, part 6, </a>Agni Press, 1994</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/heart-and-soul-canada">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>We are all truly unlimited</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In the ’80s, I had a serious accident that resulted in a crushed vertebra, a broken wrist and a brain concussion. The specialist told me then: “Because of the damage to your vertebra, you will have back problems for the rest of your life.”</p>
<p>Being stubborn (or determined), I refused to believe this. How to heal a crushed vertebra? Someone had told me that running would strengthen my back. On the other hand, many people warned me that running would ruin what I had left of my fragile spine. Still, an experienced runner told me: If you wear good shoes, and if you run properly, you will strengthen your back. Also, never sit in the usual way because it adds pressure to the crushed vertebrae. I found a kneeling chair to sit on and I started running. Long story!</p>
<p>Between 1991 and 2016, I consistently ran for at least one hour per day, gradually improving over time and completing many races – from two miles to ten miles to marathons to ultramarathons. These included a number of NYC marathons and the Ottawa 24-hour Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence Race, which I did many times and of which I am now the director. I have met many ultra-distance runners through all those years and am still friends with many of them.</p>
<p>Running in my case was a real purifier… after a few hours, no more thoughts, only running.</p>
<p>A little anecdote: At some point during one of these races in New York, a spectator asked me: “Why do you run?” I was then in such a state of non-thinking that I found the question rather awkward, if not funny! I could not even respond to this person!</p>
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<figcaption>Utsahi was also the race director for a Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team Race that took place on New Years Day in Ottawa. The race took place alongside the Rideau Canal with 30-40 runners. It was incredibly cold, and they had to keep the water for the runners in the car in case it would freeze. Here, Utsahi is telling stories from the race to Sri Chinmoy and his students, recently returned from a Christmas Trip in some sunny tropic - quite a contrast!</figcaption>
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<h2>The 47 mile race</h2>
<p>My most special race was the annual 47-mile (75+ km) race in New York, which I first ran in 1994. Around 200 runners, starting at midnight with the “Invocation to the Supreme,” would run until they completed the distance. In my case, finishing would take 9, 10, or perhaps 12 hours. This race brought such special moments!</p>
<p>During one of my first races - As usual, along the track, there were numerous inspiring posters, but one particular aphorism caught my attention:</p>
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<p>We are all truly unlimited<br/>
If we only dare to try and have faith.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_w04yr91" title="Aspiration-Body, Illumination-Soul, New York: Agni Press, 1987, Introduction" href="#footnote1_w04yr91">1</a></p>
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<p>I was still a young disciple, and did not yet fully appreciate Guru’s vision. For the first three to four hours of this race, every time I ran by this aphorism, my mind was full of doubts. I was in refusal mode, reacting with: <em>It can’t be, we are NOT unlimited, and these words don’t make any sense. Only God is unlimited.</em></p>
<p>But as the race went on, my state of logical thinking was gradually being replaced by the faculties of my heart. I opened up and began to appreciate the deep meaning of this message. At the end of the race, I was persuaded that we ARE all truly unlimited. I appreciated even more the two “ifs„ that are part of the aphorism: “if we only dare to try and have faith.„ Ah – the miracle of running Guru’s self-transcendence races... and the way this aphorism opened new doors of my little mind and heart!</p>
<h2>Tears of gratitude</h2>
<p>When I turned 47, I wanted to offer my gratitude to Guru for each year of my earthly existence. The 47-mile race was a perfect opportunity for me to do this. At midnight on August 27th, we started our journey around a local high school. At each mile, I tried to envision how I was at age 6, 8, 12, etc., while offering gratitude for the 47 years of my life. Halfway through the race, I started to cry and cry and cry... for no outer reason.</p>
<p>My helper, seeing me crying and crying, was desperate. He thought I was dying or something, since I could not stop crying, mile after mile, and he was wondering what to do.</p>
<p>I told him not to worry; but how do you explain to someone, while running, that you are simply crying – no pain, no sorrows, simply tears of gratitude. Afterwards, I felt really purified, because for so many years I had not been able to cry at all. Education maybe... “Boys don’t cry..."</p>
<p>Well, now, even big boys can cry! At the time, I did not know Guru’s song <em>In silence-love I cry</em>, but it’s right on!</p>
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<p>In silence-love I cry,<br/>
In silence-joy I fly,<br/>
In silence-song I give,<br/>
In silence-dance I live.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_2l7i3g6" title="Journey’s Goal, Part 7A, New York: Agni Press, 1981, #17." href="#footnote2_2l7i3g6">2</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_w04yr91"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_w04yr91">1.</a> Aspiration-Body, Illumination-Soul, New York: Agni Press, 1987, Introduction</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_2l7i3g6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_2l7i3g6">2.</a> Journey’s Goal, Part 7A, New York: Agni Press, 1981, #17.</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/we-are-all-truly-unlimited">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Your mother&#039;s soul is doing well&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>“I had a good life,“ my mother used to say in her later years...</p>
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<p>My relationship with my mother was very special, very soulful, especially during the last few years of her life. In my younger years, it was not so easy. I guess I disappointed her: since she was a fervent Catholic, I knew that, in her heart of hearts, she had always wanted me to become a priest. At the age of 13, I had gone to a seminary with that specific goal in mind. This was a strict Order. I ended up, five years later, pronouncing the three sacred vows. But by the age of 21, I could not stand it any longer, and I left the Order. I was not well there. Plus, I had been abused by the priests. After that, I could accept, maybe, that I would lead a spiritual life, but I could not accept the priesthood!</p>
<p>For my mother, after all those years of anticipation, my return home was difficult. I think she felt that all her hopes had vanished. But she never openly expressed this, as was typical in my family and in my culture. There were a few signs here and there... the rest was dealt with in silence.</p>
<p>Years later, when my marriage failed, this was another blow to my mother. She had been proud of this marriage, of our children, of my family. That our marriage could end up in amicable divorce, she did not understand! So for many months after our separation, when I called her, it was clear that she was always hoping for a renewed relationship. Furthermore, when I talked to her about my spiritual Master, she was not at ease either. After all, having been brought up in the Catholic tradition, having an Eastern Guru was not exactly her cup of tea.</p>
<p>For years following the breakup of my marriage, after I met the house payments and paid the children’s allowances, I was left with no money to buy a newer car. So every season, I would touch up my old one by covering the rusted spots with fiberglass and paint. Life would go on... After I had done this for a few seasons, Julie and her teen-age friends decided to paint my brown Toyota in psychedelic colours; that was fun for them and it was okay with me. But it was not fun when my mother saw it! In my village, a car is, next to God, a sacred object. (I was even stopped by the police, who examined the car, and then asked me my profession. When I told them I was a university professor, they were sure I was lying and asked for evidence. Luckily, I had a business card with me.) So, it did not make my mother very happy, to say the least, to see her divorced son driving an old bumped-up, psychedelic car. She tried to insist on giving me money for a down payment on a new car, but I told her things were fine.</p>
<p>Now that I’ve said all this, the main thing I want to say is that Mom was a very wonderful person. Over the years, our love for each other grew to be very special. We could laugh about the old car. She knew that my ex-spouse and I were getting along well. And I had learned to live my life according to my inner calls and not her expectations, but then to love her for her kind heart.</p>
<p>Her life, and our relationship, had become simple, joyful. As the years went by, I would call her more often. She would give me joy; I would give her joy. I knew that I could share with her the peace and serenity I was getting from my relationship with Guru. By her 80th birthday, she had written more than 60 poems on simple matters like the wind, her family, the next life.</p>
<p>After she turned 80, she started having serious health problems. Many times, I was called to New Brunswick because my brothers and sisters did not know if she would make it. In 2000, I was due to on the Christmas Trip with Guru to Myanmar for two weeks. By the time the departure date arrived, my mother was so weak that her life was in danger. In spite of this, I felt the urge to go on the trip. Once more, with divine intervention, she became well and was full of energy and enthusiasm.</p>
<p>Two years later, things became much more difficult: the oxygen tank, the wheelchair, ... then she became bed-ridden. As she became increasingly ill, she had to be transferred from her home to a nursing home and finally to the local hospital. Many times in these last years, I drove from home in Ottawa to New Brunswick to see her. Plus I would call her two or three times a week. She could not read or write any more, and did not like television, so there was not much of anything for her to do. One evening I asked her what she was doing, to which she responded: “I was waiting for your call."</p>
<p>In July 2003, the family was urged to go see her immediately. Although this had happened a number of times in the previous year, I knew that this time she was really leaving. I prayed for the Supreme to let me see her once more before her departure. And then I left for Grand Falls, a nine-hour drive from Ottawa. I arrived in the early evening and volunteered to stay at her bedside for the night. My wish was to be able to place Guru’s Transcendental Picture beside her, sing her the<em> Invocation</em>, and spend the night beside her. So when everyone had left, I put the blessed photo beside her pillow and, in harmony with Guru and the Supreme, sang the <em>Invocation</em>. I knew these were my last intimate moments with her. I then thanked her for the life, the values, the optimism, the energy and the enthusiasm she had given me. She was serene, outwardly barely conscious, breathing heavily, with the assistance of the oxygen mask. I felt she was attentive to all that I was saying.</p>
<p>After some time, the nurses brought me a cot bed, so I could rest for a while. During the night, they came a few times to check on her, but I did not notice their presence. The next morning, the nurse asked me: “The photo under your mother’s pillow, is it your father?„ I was so happy! I could not believe this question! I answered, “Yes, of course.„ And then she said: “He looks a lot like you!„ What a compliment! That evening, she passed away. She was 83. She had been ill and frail for her last three years. Gradually, she had lost her ability to be independent, but she never lost her faith and her great optimistic spirit. She enjoyed it when I teased her. Always, till her last moment, her words were positive. She had something nice to say about people and about all of us, her children.</p>
<p>As soon as I could after this, I wanted to go to New York to be with Guru. I arrived there late on one Friday night. The next morning, after the <em>Runners Are Smilers</em> race, when Guru offered us prasad from his car, he called me over and asked: “Do you have a photo of your mother?„ “Yes,„ I answered. “Can you please give it to me?„ “Yes, Guru.„ Of course! I was happy to. With Utthal’s help, I prepared and presented to Guru a framed photo of my mother. Guru said he would give it back to me the next day.</p>
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<p>The following day, before I left for Ottawa, I checked to see if I could have the photo back. Guru answered that it was still at his house and that he would give it back to me the next time I came down. I was in no rush to get it back. A few weeks later, one night at Guru’s house, I noticed that it was in a very prominent place right beside Guru’s seat. I was so happy. I was all joy. In what better place could my mother be?</p>
<p>One Sunday morning the following September, when we were at Aspiration-Ground, Guru called me over to him and said: “I have kept your mother’s photo for a long time in my house. Many times I have looked at her and many times I blessed her. Your mother’s soul is doing well."</p>
<p>Guru gave me back the framed photo, along with a huge smile. I was delighted. What a caring, compassionate Father we have! How much time and attention he gives to us all! When I returned home, I placed my mother’s photo on my altar, where she still is.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/your-mothers-soul-doing-well">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Growing on the spiritual path</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/utsahi-young.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Before I started the spiritual path, I thought I was doing okay: yoga in the morning to relax and energize, and the rest of the day to pursue my outer activities. My wife and I had been blessed with two beautiful children; the perfect family – one boy and one girl – plus a relatively stable marriage. And, since I was the Director of the School of Social Work, I could envision a promising career. I was already serving on national committees and boards, sharing my little knowledge in the sphere of the intellectual world. I was a career man, investing a lot in my work. The icing on the cake came when I published my first book in 1985.</p>
<p>My parents were so proud of their little boy, born and raised in a farming community, in the francophone village of St-André, New Brunswick. On a farm, the oldest boy’s traditional destiny is to continue the family enterprise. The other boys have to look somewhere else, because there is no room for more than one on a family farm. So it was that I received the education that had brought me, after a few detours, to this position. A professor’s job, a stable marriage, two children, a house and two cars, what else could I ask for? A few promotions maybe? The rest was perfect... From farm boy to professor, everyone considered this to be success.</p>
<p>But my inner voice was echoing my yoga teacher’s words and the running guy’s spiritual Master’s message: look inwards – inner progress rather than outer success. The real journey has nothing to do with outer success. The ego’s trip is, from a spiritual point of view, useless, meaningless, and utterly false. Do you want to continue with your illusions and delusions? Or do you want to abandon all this and explore the inner journey?</p>
<p>As I began to immerse myself in it, Guru Sri Chinmoy’s message was putting into another perspective all my desire for name, fame and material wealth. According to his philosophy, the outer life is nothing compared to the unimaginable joy, bliss and delight of the inner life. To him, formal education is worth little if we don’t have an inner life, a life of love, devotion, surrender. What? Love? I thought I knew what it meant. Devotion I could accept, to some extent, maybe, on Sunday! But surrender? No way... I did not make all this effort over the years simply to let everything go. After all, this was my life, and I was not ready to accept a life of surrender.</p>
<h2>Meeting the Peace Runners</h2>
<p>When I joined Sri Chinmoy’s path in 1987, I was still in Eastern Canada, and a professor at the University of Moncton in New Brunswick. There were hardly any spiritual communities in the area, let alone in the city. One vegetarian restaurant had opened recently, but it was for wealthy people who could afford the food and the scenery of the place. A vegetarian store, <em>The Corn Crib</em>, was selling the basics for vegetarians. The store also had a bulletin board where customers could read about or post information about community activities. Moncton also had no specialized running store or information about the world of running.</p>
<p>When the first International Sri Chinmoy Peace Run arrived with two teams of runners from the world over, carrying the Peace Torch step by step the 5,500 km from the east coast to the west coast of Canada, I had the privilege of hosting these elite runners. This was, for me, a heart-opener!</p>
<p>One little incident: A neighbour and friend of mine owned a restaurant, The Pizza Delight and we had arranged for one complimentary meal for every runner. Those runners tell me that they still remember that evening, on Mountain Road, feasting on all-you-can-eat spaghetti, pizza, delicious breads toasted on a special bread bar, and more! Having been on the road for weeks, these amazing runners – so humble, so full of joy, simply running for peace – gave me a beautiful introduction to the world of Sri Chinmoy. Such an unforgettable moment!</p>
<h2>Things that helped me</h2>
<p>How to describe my early life on this spiritual journey? In a culture where the term “Guru” raised suspicion and doubt? In an academic world where spirituality was not well accepted, to say the least? It was not always easy.</p>
<p>Of course, there was the “Inner Hand,” the “Inner Voice” that was always present, in various forms, to guide me. But there were also certain circumstances and strategies that helped me, including the following:</p>
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<li><strong>Meditating daily</strong>. In those early days, I meditated for only 20 to 30 minutes. In addition, I would read a short passage from one of the daily meditation books. Each morning, this reading would give me a spiritual message from our Guru. I did not want to miss my morning meditation, so I would make sure I got up before my early-morning son, because after he was up, it was too difficult, if not impossible, to meditate!</li>
<li><strong>Singing sacred songs</strong>. One of the first songs I was introduced to after I joined Sri Chinmoy’s path was the one called <em>The Invocation</em>. Over the years, I have learned to cherish this song. It is a long, meditative mantra. It has a haunting effect that is extremely powerful, divine. And when Guru sang it with us, on special occasions like April 13th or August 27th of every year, the experience I had was beyond words. Roofs and walls were vibrating, hearts were radiating, and souls were beaming with light... Fifteen years later, I still remember moments such as the one that happened in 1999, when one thousand disciples sang the “Invocation" with Guru at a college auditorium on the occasion of his birthday. Many times have I said to myself that living this incarnation was well worth the trouble, if only for any one of the unique moments when we sang this special song with Guru. <br/>
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Two others also helped me tremendously at the beginning: I must never give up and Smile, my soul, smile!</li>
<li><strong>Diplomacy</strong>. The dear members of my family had been educated in the Catholic faith and were not open to even discussing the concept of a Guru, let alone the fact that I claimed one as my master! So I was very discreet and did not talk about my spiritual practice with my parents or relatives for a few years.</li>
<li><strong>Trips to visit Sri Chinmoy</strong>. During my early days after 1987, I would try to go down to New York at least twice per year, for our international celebrations in April and August. Although this was most difficult on the home front, between the family life and my work obligations, these trips helped me in so many ways: reconnecting with our Guru, seeing friends from all over the world, being inspired by all the spiritual events. Eventually I rented a little room in the house of a local disciple, so I could stay close to Aspiration-Ground, the place where most of our activities were held.</li>
<li><strong>Having a sympathetic boss</strong>. At some point in my early career, a colleague and I created a program in Social Work at the university. This colleague was open to spirituality and to alternative methods of helping people. I wanted to offer meditation classes, so that other people could benefit as I was benefitting from meditating. His response: “Sure. It will create good vibrations in our building.”</li>
<li><strong>Moving to a city with a larger Centre</strong>. In 1990, I was invited to move to Ottawa, the capital of Canada, and establish a School of Social Work at the University of Ottawa. So my wife, our two kids and I moved to this new city, which had a large meditation centre and many more meditation opportunities than where I lived before.</li>
<li><strong>Opening my profession to spirituality</strong>. My boss did not like to travel, and I never said no to travel! In 1992, he asked me if I would go and represent our School at an international conference in San Diego for our profession. Of course, I was happy to go. It was a huge conference, with many thousands attending. I attended a special event called “Spirituality in the caring professions” and discovered that there was quite a network of professionals interested in spirituality all around the world. Wow! What an opening!</li>
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<h2>Nothing is impossible</h2>
<p>Years ago, when I was fairly new on the path: I was talking to another disciple who was performing in a play that evening at Aspiration-Ground; it was already after 5 p.m., and nothing was ready.</p>
<p>“This is impossible", I told him! To which he responded: “On this Path, nothing is impossible!" That really impressed me. Nothing is impossible! And now I agree with him. I have experienced it many times since our conversation.</p>
<h2>Seven Mantras</h2>
<p>Another Ottawa disciple and I were driving down to New York for a weekend. Wanting to be in our best consciousness to meet our Guru, we decided to recite the mantra <em>Purity</em>, and we did, for a couple of hours. Upon hearing about this initiative, Guru suggested: No! Not one mantra, but seven mantras.</p>
<p>And he gave us seven mantras to recite: <strong>Purity, Faith, Determination, Compassion, Concern, Gratitude, Devotion</strong>.</p>
<p>What a gift from Guru! In our Centre, many times we have recited these seven mantras.</p>
<h2>'For the good of your soul'</h2>
<p>In 1992, my wife decided to end our 25-year marriage. It was very tough for me and it was also quite a challenge for our two children. Furthermore, in my culture, when one separates, he or she soon finds another partner. At that point, our Guru Sri Chinmoy told me: “You can do what you want, but for the good of your soul, it is better to lead a celibate life.” What a message coming from our Guru! All gratitude to Sri Chinmoy!</p>
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<p><strong>Sringkhala became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy in 1975. She is an artist, living in London.</strong></p>
<p>"When I was little, I loved Jesus. My family were Baptists who lived in Italy and I grew up there until I was 12. I remember one day when I was about 7, sitting on a wall in the village where we lived. A wave of complete happiness overwhelmed me, I felt a sense of love and belonging that I never forgot.</p>
<p>After that, through my younger years, the search for that sense of deep love would rise to the surface occasionally, but it mostly remained in my subconscious. I am an artist and looking at my work from that period I can see a sense of yearning there. There is a darkness in some of the work, sometimes a sense of feeling lost.</p>
<p>I found myself deeply affected by the suffering of others; I protested wholeheartedly against the Vietnam war and other military actions. I painted the atrocities of war, and cried. In the early 1970s, just after the birth of my daughter, the dormant search within me for the Divine roared to life and everything in my outer life fell apart. My health suffered, I separated from my husband and moved across the world back to the UK with my child. I was desperate for answers: where is God? How can I reach Him? To me, God is divine love, infinite love and I desperately wanted to have a conscious connection to that Source.</p>
<p>Some old college friends introduced me to alternative healing methods. I met a colour healer called Alice who lived in Willesden, who helped me greatly with my health. I went to faith healers in the Christian Science church in Richmond. I had a dream one night where Alice stood in front of me, pointing to an Indian man dressed in a track suit. Shortly after that one of my friends recommended Yoga classes, and I started going to a class in Ealing.</p>
<p>The yoga teacher was lovely and one day she invited all of us to a “Joy Day”. What’s that? I thought. I was the only one to take her up on the invitation, and one day found myself at a meeting hall, ready to meet this enlightened group who were so advanced that they had a living Guru. But instead of mung bean stew and home-made organic bread, there were white bread sandwiches and Coca-Cola. Rather than sitting solemnly and chanting for an hour, there was a play, and some musical performances, and even a couple of games. I was confused; this wasn’t the picture of a “spiritual group” that I had in my mind, these people were having more fun than I could remember seeing without alcohol. But at the same time, I was home. I felt it in my heart, and in my bones. I was finally home.</p>
<p>Later I saw a picture of Sri Chinmoy, and he was the man I had seen in my dream. I was accepted as a disciple in 1975, and started coming to centre meditations. It was a year later that I met Sri Chinmoy in person for the first time, and I remember feeling a bolt in my chest, like an electric shock!</p>
<p>In the next few years I continued painting, and I noticed my art changing. Instead of focusing on war, I was painting angels, and peace. My imagery changed to include angels, and other-worldly beings, often blessing an oblivious human. The people in my paintings were serene, or searching. The colours were brighter and more harmonious. In 1979 I produced a solo exhibition that I called “Shadows into Smiles”. It showed my work from the early 1960s through to 1979, and the shift in the consciousness of my paintings, and my own focus, was obvious. I knew I was benefitting from being a student of Sri Chinmoy, but seeing my work like that really spelled it out for me, and I realized how deeply my spirit had healed.</p>
<p>Many years later, I was given the opportunity so show my art to Sri Chinmoy. He said, “she is a great artist! Definitely she is manifesting my teachings through her art.” This encouraged me to continue, and I have done many artworks that are directly influenced by my experiences with Sri Chinmoy, as well as by his poetry, music and other activities".</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sringkhala-hay">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A close brush with death</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p><em>The great sitar virtuoso Ravi Shankar became a very dear friend of Sri Chinmoy. Both Ravi Shankar and Sri Chinmoy hailed from Bengal, India, and they shared the same mother tongue. Over time, Pandit-ji and Sri Chinmoy became extremely close, having claimed each other as true brothers after their remaining blood-relative brothers had passed away.</em></p>
<p>In the fall of 2005, I was at Sri Chinmoy’s home when I received a phone call from Ravi Shankar's wife, Sukanya. Her voice was trembling with unusual urgency: Ravi-ji was on his way to a hospital in Manhattan, where he was staying at the time, suffering from breathing difficulties. While Sukanya was simply calling to inform Sri Chinmoy, I immediately reassured her that we were all at her service.</p>
<p>Pandit-ji had been suffering from a weak heart for about a decade. Although Sukanya did not give any inkling of how serious his present condition might be, as soon as Sri Chinmoy heard the news, he immediately left for Lenox Hill Hospital where Ravi-ji had been admitted.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy quickly walked into the emergency room, sat down, and went into a very lofty consciousness amidst the chaos of the ER. It was in this high state of meditation that Sri Chinmoy remained for over an hour. Sukanya, who was by Ravi-ji’s side, knew Sri Chinmoy was there and was very grateful for his presence.</p>

<p>After about an hour had passed, word was received that Ravi-ji’s breathing had stabilized and that he would be discharged in the morning. Upon hearing this news, Sri Chinmoy humbly expressed his gratitude to Sukanya and went home. It was about one in the morning.</p>
<p>The next day, upon learning of Sri Chinmoy’s visit to the ER, Ravi-ji was overwhelmed with gratitude and love. Sri Chinmoy told a few of his students that death forces were more than ready to snatch away Ravi-ji, and Sri Chinmoy had done everything in his capacity to stop them.</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/close-brush-death">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Champion-Hero Supreme</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy passes the baton to Carl Lewis for the final leg of a Peace Mile Relay race in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, Queens, New York, 1989.</figcaption>
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<p><em>To win one gold medal at the Olympic Games is an extraordinary feat. To win nine gold medals is practically unheard of! And yet that is exactly what the great American athlete Carl Lewis accomplished, earning him many accolades, including the title “Best Olympian of the 20th Century” from Sports Illustrated.</em></p>
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<p><em>In November 1983, the renowned Grammy award-winning music producer Narada Michael Walden brought Carl to meet Sri Chinmoy at his New York headquarters. This was nearly a year before Carl’s first Olympic competition in Los Angeles, at a time when Sri Chinmoy was intensely involved in running as a way to keep the body fit and as a form of spiritual discipline. Carl very sympathetically coached Sri Chinmoy in sprinting, and Sri Chinmoy wholeheartedly encouraged and guided Carl in his stellar athletic career, travelling to several Olympic Games. </em></p>
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<p>Try to feel that the whole earth is behind you and that you are getting blessings, love, concern, determination and oneness from the entire earth. You have to convince your entire being that the whole Olympic stadium is for you, because you are not representing any particular country or race, but the entire earth.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>advice to Carl before the 1984 Olympics</em></p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy offered Carl the spiritual name Sudhahota, Bengali for “Unparalleled sacrificer of Immortality’s Nectar-Delight.” During some of his tensest moments — often before critical competitions — Carl met with Sri Chinmoy for inner support, as before the 200-metre finals in the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. </em></p>
<p><em>In his autobiography, Inside Track, Carl Lewis tells the following story.</em></p>
<p>After winning the gold medal in the long jump in Los Angeles, I had a pleasant, uplifting meeting with Sri Chinmoy. I visited him at a house he had rented, and we meditated, focusing on letting the power of the spiritual world carry me through the rest of the Olympics. Guru told me he was proud of me, and he kept everything extremely positive. “You are doing great,” he said. “Spiritually, as well, you are touching a lot of people. Keep your faith, and you will keep going. Two events to go. Just keep your faith.”</p>
<p>One other thing I remember Sri Chinmoy talking about: the 200-meter finals. He had been thinking about the race, and he wanted to ask a few questions about some of my competitors. Not questions about athletic ability, questions about character and personality.</p>
<p>Then Sri Chinmoy left me with a prediction. I would win the 200, and it would be an American sweep. He said that Kirk Baptiste would place second and Thomas Jefferson would take third. Fine with me. I hoped that Sri Chinmoy would be right, and based on everything I knew about him, I had a feeling he would be.</p>
<p>My leg was still sore for the 200-meter finals, and all I wanted to do was finish the race. But I felt good out of the blocks and ended up with one of the best 200s ever, just by staying relaxed. My time was 19.80 seconds, an Olympic record. I had run only one faster 200, the 19.75 a year before in Indianapolis, and the only faster time in history was Pietro Mennea’s 19.72, in 1979 at high altitude in Mexico City.</p>
<p>To make things even better, we had an American sweep, and it was just as Sri Chinmoy had predicted. Kirk Baptiste was second, two meters behind me and two meters ahead of Thomas Jefferson, a senior at Kent State University. The three of us hugged and shared a private moment, kneeling together on the track, saying a little thank you.  We had reached our goal — a sweep! — and we would share a victory lap.</p>
<h2>“Not for Long!”</h2>
<p><em>An excerpt from Carl Lewis' book, One More Victory Lap: My Personal Diary of an Olympic Year.</em></p>
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<p>The 100 meters was my first event at the Seoul Olympics. It was hard to focus when I saw Ben Johnson on the track. I noticed that his eyes were very yellow.  A sign of steroid use. Ben crossed the line with a time of 9.79 seconds. He had lowered the world record. I was second with a 9.92 … my best time ever … but not good enough to win. The next day was qualifying for the long jump finals.  After that, I went with a friend of mine,  Anukampa [wife of Narada Michael Walden], to see Sri Chinmoy, who was waiting for us at a hotel. I had invited him to Seoul to see me compete, and I was very pleased that he had come.  After the race with Ben, he wanted to see me as soon as possible. Sri Chinmoy told me that the result of the race had not, and would not, register with him. Something had been wrong.  He felt that Ben Johnson had looked and acted ‘abnormal’, and he said that Ben had not been full of joy on the victory stand. I told Sri Chinmoy that Ben had probably been using drugs, and Sri Chinmoy was bothered by that.</p>
<p>“I had an interesting experience during the victory ceremony,” Sri Chinmoy said. “I want you to know what happened. I stood for the Canadian anthem, but I was holding an American flag.  A Canadian patriot standing beside me whispered that I should put the flag down, and I did not like that. ‘Not for long,’ I told him.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy said that my father’s soul was watching from the inner worlds and was very proud of me. My father, he told me, knew that all would be well. Then I told Sri Chinmoy and Anukampa about a dream my mother had had the night before the race with Ben. It seemed real to her when my father spoke to her, telling her not to worry, everything would work out just fine. Everything would be all right. The way Anukampa recalls it, “Sri Chinmoy acknowledged this tale and gave more words of encouragement. He ended the conversation with his main theme throughout the meeting — gratitude to God.  Whatever turned out for Sudhahota, there must be a sense of gratitude to the highest source, the Supreme.”   </p>
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<p>I thanked Sri Chinmoy for the time he spent with me. He had been such a calming influence, just as he had been back in ’84 when he helped me through some difficult times at the Games, just as he always had been.  Whatever turned out for Sudhahota there must be a sense of gratitude to the highest source, the Supreme. He was always able, in a few words, to snap the world around us into perspective. We went back to the house, as Anukampa says, “a little late but a great deal lighter in heart.”</p>
<p>The next day would be the most demanding day of track and field in my career. I had to run two qualifying rounds of the 200, with just over an hour of rest between them, then after less than an hour, I had to start the long jump finals. Luckily, I was able to get through it okay. I still had two events left, and I needed rest, but in the middle of the night, about 3:30 in the morning, Seoul time, I was awakened by the phone. It had to be important because there were not many people who had our number, and why would any of them call now? It had to be something that could not wait until morning. It was Cleve [Carl’s brother], calling from home. Tracy Carruthers, working for NBC in Seoul, had just called our travel agency in Houston, trying to track me down. She had been all excited. Someone in the 100-meter finals had tested positive for steroids, and NBC was pretty sure it was Ben Johnson. They were not certain yet, but they were pretty sure. They wanted to arrange an interview with me, as soon as possible. It took a few hours, but the news came out on television, little by little. It was reported that Ben was the one who got caught. I would be awarded the gold medal. Call it fate or luck or justice or whatever you want to call it, but the gold medal I had wanted so badly would be mine. The gold medal I had promised my father would be mine. It was unbelievable.</p>
<p>Indeed, “Not for long!”</p>
<h2>The Ground Has a Heart</h2>
<p><em>On June 24th, 1989, Carl and his teammates won the 4x100-metre relay during a track meet in Lille, France. They had wanted to also set a new world record, but unfortunately they were not successful.  As Sri Chinmoy was in Paris to offer several Peace Concerts, he and Carl were able to meet the next day, along with Carl’s teammates—Joe DeLoach, Floyd Heard and Leroy Burrell. Here is the story as Carl tells it in his book Inside Track</em>:</p>
<p>Before today, I thought I had heard all the excuses for running a bad race, failing to meet expectations or just missing a world record. But this morning I was introduced to a new explanation:  The ground has a heart, and our relay team had not been in France long enough to feel that heart, to be comfortable with that heart, before our race. The explanation came from Sri Chinmoy, who was in Paris for another road run to promote world peace. I was glad when I heard Sri Chinmoy was here because he wanted to meet my teammates, and this was a good opportunity for that. In our hotel lobby, Joe DeLoach, Floyd Heard, Leroy Burrell, and I visited with Sri Chinmoy. He was surprised when he heard we had arrived only a day before the meet. “This explains why you did not win the world record,” said Sri Chinmoy, his words coming slowly, his eyes opening and closing as he spoke, his head nodding gently as he focused on his thoughts. “The ground has a heart. Everything has a heart, a spirit and a heart.  When you fly here you have to be on the ground long enough to feel the heart.  Yes, that is important.  And you missed the record by only a little bit. In a new place — you have to understand this — you have to be on the ground longer before you race.” I smiled and nodded, familiar with the way Sri Chinmoy explains things. But my teammates were a bit stunned. They did not say much to Sri Chinmoy. They just observed. Sri Chinmoy gave me a birthday cake, a week early, but he wanted me to have it. Sri Chinmoy wished us good luck for the rest of our trip.</p>
<h2>The World-Record Shoes</h2>
<p>Before going to Tokyo in August 1991 for the World Championships, Sudhahota Carl Lewis said to Sri Chinmoy, “Guru, I am going to take your advice and go two weeks early.” At those games Carl set a new world record of 9.86 for 100 metres at the exceptionally advanced age (for a sprinter) of 30. Following the race, Carl gave Sri Chinmoy the running shoes he had worn during the race with the inscription: “Dearest Guru, much love, Sudhahota — 9.86.”</p>
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<p>With my life’s infinite, infinite gratitude, I am holding your world-record, champion-hero supreme running shoes. May your fastest speed inspire us all — your spiritual brothers and sisters as well as all human beings on earth — to run faster than the fastest in our spiritual quest to reach our goal of the ever-transcending Beyond.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
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<h2>Pray for Protection</h2>
<p>The 1996 Olympics in Atlanta were fast approaching. Carl Lewis was already 35 years old. He was competing against athletes who were in their early twenties, but it was not yet time for him to retire. One day, during his meditation, Sri Chinmoy saw a dark cloud around Carl and knew that Carl was in danger.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy immediately telephoned Carl and said, “I would like you to pray every waking hour for three minutes.  And you must be alone when you are praying. You have to pray most intensely for the Supreme to protect you. Do you think that you can do it?”</p>
<p>Carl Lewis had such implicit faith in Sri Chinmoy. He replied, “I can definitely do it.” “What will you do if you are with your friends?” asked Sri Chinmoy. “I will simply tell them that I have something to do and I will leave the room,” said Carl.</p>
<p>Every day he faithfully fulfilled his promise.  The weeks passed by and nothing untoward occurred. From time to time, Sri Chinmoy would ask him if he was still praying every hour.  The answer was always a resounding “Yes.”</p>
<p>It was the day of the Olympic trials. Carl Lewis stood on the runway in front of the long jump pit, preparing to take his next jump. His entire being was focused on the jump. Suddenly there were shouts from the other side of the field and people started running. Carl looked up to see a 16-pound steel hammer coming in his direction. It landed just a few feet from him! The hammer throwers were far away, but no one had foreseen that the field was too small for them to throw safely. Had the hammer landed on Carl’s head or any part of his body, he would have suffered a most serious injury.</p>
<p>Now he saw and felt the meaning behind Sri Chinmoy’s concern for him all these weeks. He immediately telephoned Sri Chinmoy to offer him his heartfelt gratitude.</p>
<h2>Long Jump Prediction!</h2>
<p>On July 29th, 1996, the morning of the Olympic Long Jump Finals in Atlanta, Georgia, Sri Chinmoy telephoned Carl Lewis and predicted that he would win the long jump. Indeed, against all odds, Carl had a spectacular win in the long jump for his 9th gold medal, at the remarkable age of 35.  As he took his victory lap, the scoreboard read: “Carl Lewis has joined Al Oerter as the only athlete to win four gold medals in one Olympic event.”</p>
<p>During a special ceremony in Houston held in 1997 with 500 prominent political, sports and community leaders, Carl presented Sri Chinmoy with a specially crafted gold medal for his many years of spiritual guidance and for teaching him the “great importance of a positive spiritual attitude.”</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/champion-hero-supreme">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;This advice has guided me in leading my people ever since&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>In December 2003, Sri Chinmoy set forth on a journey to Indonesia with a few hundred of his students from many countries. It was part of their annual Christmas and New Year’s travels to various countries. Their first destination was the beautiful green island of Java, the main island among the thousands of islands of Indonesia.</p>
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<p>Indonesia has a very rich and ancient culture, with Islam layered over its previous religious traditions of Hinduism and Buddhism. The dynasty of rajas (kings) in Indonesia originally came from India. Sri Chinmoy specially wanted to spend some time in Solo, capital of the ancient Kingdom of Surakarta.  Although he had visited Indonesia on several occasions before, this was his first visit to Solo, the historic royal city of Indonesia.</p>

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<p>His students made an appointment for him to pay his respects to the elderly King of the region, but before Sri Chinmoy had the chance to go to the Palace, the King himself came to see Sri Chinmoy at his hotel. This particular King was very famous in Indonesia. Hailed as the King of all the Kings of Indonesia, he had been on the throne for more than 60 years. Although his proper name was His Majesty King Pakoebowoeno XII, he was respectfully known by the title <em>Sinoehoen</em>. Sinoehoen is a Dutch word that means ‘King of Kings’, dating back to the years when Indonesia was ruled by the Dutch.</p>
<p>Sinoehoen came to see Sri Chinmoy on December 7th, 2003. Travelling in an unmarked car so as not to attract large crowds, he was accompanied by one of his sons, Prince Dipokusumo, and his personal secretary.  As Sinoehoen arrived, he cast a glance to his right and saw an Indian man wearing a sky-blue dhoti and kurta coming to welcome him. The King stopped in his tracks, his eyes glowing with joy.  “This is the man!” exclaimed the King to himself (as later recounted to his son). “I have seen him many times before during my meditation. His face is so familiar to me.” That man was Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>The two men clasped each other’s hands and bowed deeply to each other. Sri Chinmoy escorted Sinoehoen to a private room where they had a silent meditation together. Then Sri Chinmoy played for him on the esraj, a stringed instrument from northern India played with a bow to create haunting melodies.</p>
<p>Afterwards, Sri Chinmoy began speaking to the King, referring to God as Allah to honour Sinoehoen’s Muslim faith. He said:</p>
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<p>I wish to offer you my love, my appreciation and my adoration. I am a man of prayers.  While I was praying with you, I was praying to the Almighty Allah to bless you with His infinite, infinite Affection, Love, Joy and Pride. I have come here to be of service to your beloved country and specially to you.</p>
<p>Your Majesty is a very, very good and noble King.  As soon as I saw you, I clearly felt in your heart that you are a true man of prayers. You started praying and meditating not only in this lifetime, but many, many lifetimes ago. This is the continuation of your spiritual life. Therefore, the Almighty is extremely pleased and proud of you.</p>
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<p>Sinoehoen’s reply was simply stunning.  “I have had an inner connection with Sri Chinmoy long before meeting with him today. Over the years, this connection has become stronger and stronger and stronger.”</p>
<p>He went on to explain, “I first saw Sri Chinmoy 25 years ago while I was meditating alone in the Palace. He came to me in my meditation. He had a smiling face — exactly the same smile as he has now! He was wearing a white Indian garment below, along with an Indian-style top. We had a most significant discussion during which Sri Chinmoy gave me very important advice. This advice has guided me in leading my people ever since.”</p>
<p>Others in the room gasped in surprise at the King’s astonishing revelation, but Sri Chinmoy simply smiled. From the moment he laid eyes on the King, he had recognised him as a member of his own immediate spiritual family.</p>
<p>The King continued, “Sri Chinmoy told me that neither I, nor any­one in the Royal Family, should enter into politics, as that would not help my people in any way. He guided me on the path to become the Father of the Nation, the Father of all my people. That is the same advice that my forefathers have given me. Sri Chinmoy encouraged me to join with him in working to make the world better.”</p>
<p>Listening to the King’s words, several of Sri Chinmoy’s students present were reminded of Janaka, Shivaji and other Kings from Indian history who sought the advice of holy men to govern their kingdoms wisely.</p>
<p>After a pause, Sinoehoen added one more comment, “Sri Chinmoy and I met 25 years ago for the first time, but it feels to me as if it were yesterday. He came to me again 20 years ago and then several times after that.  We have been sharing and communicating inwardly. Sri Chinmoy and I actually have the same inner foundation, which is Allah or God.”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/friends/sri-chinmoy-sinohoen-standing.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Very humbly, Sri Chinmoy replied, “I know that the connection between His Majesty and me is very, very strong.  As soon as we saw each other on the physical plane, we recognised that in the inner plane we established our closeness and oneness long, long ago. Immediately, we recognised each other. “We are brothers! True brothers! It is my duty to be of service to my elder brother. I am the younger brother and he is the elder brother. It is my duty to love him and to serve him.” Later Sri Chinmoy revealed that the King and he had been closely connected hundreds of years earlier in a past life in India.</p>
<p>As Sinoehoen was listening to Sri Chinmoy’s words, a profoundly fulfilled look came across the King’s face. His deep awareness was both confirmed and extended yet further. “We have met now both in this world and in our spiritual life. The spiritual life is the eternal life,” he averred. Referring to their upcoming meeting three days later, the King added, “I will share more details at the Palace.” This then is the story of how a spiritual teacher from the Hindu tradition and a Muslim King of Indonesia became closer than the closest in the inner world 25 years before they met in the outer world.</p>
<p>Perhaps Sri Chinmoy had known that something very unusual would take place that day. The night before, he had said to his students, “The King is a very spiritual man.” Then Sri Chinmoy mused, “How I wish I had some occult power! If I had occult power, I would show it to the King.” They had often heard Sri Chinmoy joking about not having any occult power, but in the course of their own lives, they had witnessed it many times. However they knew it was something he did not usually like to reveal publicly.</p>
<p>Sinoehoen’s profound inner experiences prove that the inner world is far more real than we can ever imagine.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with the King (centre) and his son Prince Dipokusumo (left)</figcaption>
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<h2>A Grand Welcome at the Ancient Palace</h2>
<p>A few days later a magnificent programme took place, with all the King’s court and all the members of the Sri Chinmoy Centres then in Indonesia together at Sinoehoen’s palace inside the grand Ceremonial Hall.  Also gracing the occasion with his presence was the Hon. Prof. Dr. Haryono Suyono, an extremely close brother-friend of Sri Chinmoy, who was one of the highest ranking ministers in the cabinet of B.J. Habibie, President of Indonesia. It was Dr. Suyono who initially had made the introduction of Sri Chinmoy to Sinoehoen.</p>
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<p>Five years earlier, Dr. Suyono had introduced Sri Chinmoy to President B.J. Habibie of Indonesia, arranging for President Habibie to experience the deep peace of Sri Chinmoy’s meditation and music on the eve of President Habibie’s historic decision to end a decades-long war and offer freedom to East Timor.</p>
<p>In the Grand Hall, Sri Chinmoy honoured the King of Surakarta by physically lifting him overhead on a ceremonial platform and presented His Majesty with a special medallion, as part of the <em>Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart</em> programme in which the spiritual Master recognised distinguished individuals in all walks of life.</p>
<p>Then Sri Chinmoy addressed the King: </p>
<blockquote>
<p>The seeker-brother tries to be of service to the Almighty by reaching higher planes of consciousness. The King-brother spreads his self-giving heart and hands to cover the length and breadth of the world. The one aspires to bring down light; the other aspires to offer light to the four corners of the globe. “Three days ago on the physical plane, you and I were able to meet. Previously we met in the inner planes, the spiritual planes.  We have now seen each other on the physical plane, and we feel that our inner oneness has now fully blossomed in our outer lives. </p>
<p>May Almighty Allah shower His choicest Blessings upon us so that you and I,  Your Majesty, can work together on the strength of our self-giving hearts for the betterment of the world and to raise the consciousness of humanity. </p>
<p>Your Majesty, my Brother-Friend, I am all gratitude to you and I am offering gratitude to you from my students, who have come from various parts of the world…Your oneness-message with us will forever echo and re-echo in our oneness-hearts.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy then performed a stirring Peace Concert of his spiritual compositions on many different instruments in honour of Sinoehoen and his entire royal family. The music wafted up to the high roof beams of the hall, which echoed and re-echoed the dulcet tones.</p>
<p>In turn, Sinoehoen presented Sri Chinmoy with several royal pins and a beautiful sash, officially conferring upon the spiritual luminary the title of Prince of the Royal Palace “for his faithfulness to His Majesty the King and the Palace of Surakarta.” This title was previously held only by the King’s own four sons.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with members of the royal family</figcaption>
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<p>At the conclusion of the very full programme, the King said to Sri Chinmoy, “I have stated that 25 years ago I met Sri Chinmoy. God brought Sri Chinmoy and me together to meet in the inner world. We could not see each other with our eyes, but we could feel each other in the inner world. Sri Chinmoy’s presence here today is the proof that God has given to all of us: Even Sri Chinmoy and I, who live so very far away from each other, have now come together to pray together and have now finally made contact in the outer world.</p>
<p>“Sri Chinmoy is a real leader in our world today. He gives all he has to serve the people. I feel that Sri Chinmoy is the true world leader. He knows the secrets of life. Sri Chinmoy has the key to open up the heart of the whole world.”</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy and the King greet each other in Bali</figcaption>
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<p>A few weeks later, the King and his family joined Sri Chinmoy and his students for ten days in the beautiful island of Bali, the only Hindu island in the Muslim nation of Indonesia, where Sinoehoen invited the eight Kings of Bali to meet Sri Chinmoy at a special banquet in their honour. Later Sinoehoen remarked to the spiritual Master,</p>
<p>“Your way is to love and serve others. Your way is flooded with infinite wisdom, compassion and concern…“With the Blessings of God, our meeting in Bali will result in good things for all the people.… Hopefully, even from a long distance, you will still guide me spiritually and physically so together we can help all the Indonesian people and all the people of the world.”</p>
<blockquote>
<p>One peaceful word of Yours<br/>
Has awakened my heart.<br/>
One powerful word of Yours<br/>
Has illumined my heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_965orh1" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 31, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_965orh1">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_965orh1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_965orh1">1.</a> Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 31, Agni Press, 1984</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/advice-has-guided-me-leading-my-people-ever">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A dear brother-friend</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p><em>Well known as a consummate diplomat and visionary, Vladimir Petrovsky served as United Nations Under-Secretary-General for Political Affairs (1992) and the Director-General of the UN Office at Geneva (1993-2002), as well as First Deputy Foreign Minister of the Soviet Union (1986-1991). Sri Chinmoy first met Vladimir Petrovsky in 1991, and a special friendship developed between the two.</em></p>
<p>In 1992, Mr. Petrovsky was appointed to the position of UN Under-Secretary-General for Political Affairs. In early April of that year, Sri Chinmoy heard that Mr. Petrovsky and his wife had recently moved to New York. Sri Chinmoy requested me to pay them a welcome visit. The Petrovskys had not yet properly moved into their apartment, which was still full of unpacked boxes, but even in the midst of all this chaos, they were extremely hospitable.</p>
<p>Mr. Petrovsky said to me, “I find this a very auspicious sign. We have just come to New York, and Sri Chinmoy wishes to offer me a message. In fact, I am about to leave for Libya tonight to meet with Colonel Gaddafi (who was then the leader of Libya). I have a very important mission to achieve when I meet with him. To tell you the truth, I do not have any fear, but I definitely have trepidation. I know these negotiations are very, very serious. I would like to succeed for the UN, and I am not sure I can. Again, with your having come to find me and to tell me about Sri Chinmoy’s very special encouragement and prayers, I am certain everything will be fine.”</p>

<p>Mr. Petrovsky was travelling to Libya as Special Representative of United Nations Secretary-General Boutros Boutros-Ghali. One week earlier, on March 31st, 1992, the UN Security Council had adopted Resolution 748, which imposed air and arms sanctions on Libya. The resolution gave Libya fourteen days to surrender the suspects of the deadly 1988 bomb attack on Pan Am Flight 103, which had exploded over Lockerbie in southern Scotland. The blast had killed all 259 people on board and eleven people on the ground.</p>
<p>There was unimaginable anger and even rage within Libya against the United Nations because the UN was taking action against the entire country. Mr. Petrovsky was on a mission to seek Libya’s co­operation in surrendering the suspects, which would enable the country to avoid the UN sanctions. For such a high-level United Nations official to travel directly into the centre of a very angry nation was extremely dangerous and extremely courageous.</p>
<p>Mr. Petrovsky landed overnight in the desert on April 7th. He was concealed inside a car and driven to Tripoli. Even with all the secrecy, Libyan protesters blocked his motorcade after he arrived. Riot police had to use tear gas when the crowds tried to force their way into Mr. Petrovsky’s hotel. Later, when he was being driven to the building where he was to meet with Colonel Gaddafi, there were many, many people pounding on the trunk and hood of his car.</p>
<p>Finally Mr. Petrovsky reached the building and his meeting with the Libyan leader began. Tensions ran high and the discussion was not going well at all.  At the most intense moment, Mr. Petrovsky looked down for a moment and then he looked up at Colonel Gaddafi. Suddenly, he vividly saw Sri Chinmoy standing just in front of him, offering him tremendous confidence. Mr. Petrovsky was talking with Colonel Gaddafi, but he was only seeing Sri Chinmoy directly in front of him! Mr. Petrovsky said that at that moment, everything shifted in the conversation and great progress was made.</p>
<p>When the meeting was over, he phoned his wife and told her the entire story. Then, a few days later, Mr. Petrovsky telephoned Sri Chinmoy to say that he had clearly seen him standing right in front of him. Mr. Petrovsky was profoundly grateful to Sri Chinmoy for being with him and for protecting him in the midst of a dangerously hostile environment. Because Mr. Petrovsky was so successful in his negotiations, the Secretary-General sent him back to Libya on several other occasions.</p>
<p>Later Sri Chinmoy commented, “In Chittagong, as a child, I had never heard of Libya. In Pondicherry also, I doubt very much if I knew of Libya. Now, where is Libya and where is New York? Mr. Petrovsky and I have developed such friendship. Even friendship is not the right word — we have such sincere brotherly feelings for each other.”</p>
<h2>A True Vision</h2>
<p>Mr. Petrovsky often mentioned to Sri Chinmoy that his regular walks through the streets and parks of Manhattan were like a meditation for him. During his walks, Mr. Petrovsky would derive tremendous inspiration, and the answers to many of his questions would come to him, and many of his problems would be solved.</p>
<p>One day Sri Chinmoy was playing tennis at his outdoor meditation garden and sports area in Queens, New York.  After playing thirty or forty games, he stopped to rest, when the inspiration came to see what his brother-friend Vladimir Petrovsky was doing.It was around 11:30 in the morning, and Sri Chinmoy saw Mr. Petrovsky vividly with his inner vision, his third eye. Mr. Petrovsky was in a very small park in Manhattan sitting on a bench.</p>
<p>A little later, Sri Chinmoy phoned him and asked, “What were you doing around 11:30 this morning? Were you sitting on a bench in a very small park?” </p>
<p>Mr. Petrovsky replied, “No, no, no, no! I was not in a park. I am so sorry to say you are wrong.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy said, “I am very sorry that I was wrong.”</p>
<p>Then Sri Chinmoy used his third eye again. His third eye said, “Definitely! He was in the small park.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy said to himself,  “How can my third eye fail me? My brother Vladimir is telling me what happened on the outer practical plane. How can I clearly see something else?”</p>
<p>Three or four days later, Sri Chinmoy went to the Dag Hammarskjöld Auditorium inside the United Nations to lead his regular Peace Meditation there.  About two hundred people were already in the room, and Sri Chinmoy was walking down the steps inside the auditorium towards the stage.</p>
<p>Suddenly Mrs. Mira Petrovsky, Vladimir’s wife, stood up and called out, “Sri Chinmoy, you are right! You are always right! On that particular day when you called Vladimir, he did not follow his usual walking course and sat down on a bench in a small park. Only later did Vladimir remember where he had actually gone. Sri Chinmoy, you are always right!” A few days later, on his return to New York from out of town, Mr. Petrovsky called Sri Chinmoy to personally confirm the story.</p>
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<figcaption>Vladimir and Mira Petrovsky, with Sri Chinmoy</figcaption>
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<h2>Inside the MRI Tube</h2>
<p>Once Mr. Petrovsky had to see a doctor because of a serious health problem. He told Sri Chinmoy about his medical condition and his upcoming doctor’s visit. Sri Chinmoy said, “Do not worry, do not worry. It will be all right.”</p>
<p>The doctor informed Mr. Petrovsky that he had to have an MRI scan. During this test, the patient must lie down and remain very still while passing through the narrow imaging tube.  When Mr. Petrovsky had had this procedure done previously, it was very difficult for him to remain still. The entire experience was extremely unsettling for him.As the test began this time, Mr. Petrovsky was once again very uneasy. Suddenly, while he was inside the MRI tube, he saw Sri Chinmoy’s face. Sri Chinmoy was smiling at him most beautifully. Mr. Petrovsky felt totally at peace and became completely calm and still. The test lasted for thirty or forty minutes, and Sri Chinmoy stayed with him, smiling, during the entire time.</p>
<p>After the doctor had completed his examination, Mr. Petrovsky had a most serene smile on his face. The doctor said to him, “I have never seen a patient so peaceful! There is so much peace inside you.”</p>
<p>Mr. Petrovsky said, “That is because I am so happy. I saw my dear friend here with me the entire time.”</p>
<blockquote>
<p>There is only one thing<br/>
That satisfies me,<br/>
And that is the smile<br/>
From inner circle friends.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_1ym1bj2" title="God's Heart I desire, God's Feet I choose, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_1ym1bj2">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_1ym1bj2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_1ym1bj2">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ghf-40">God's Heart I desire, God's Feet I choose</a>, Agni Press, 1994</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/brother-friend">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Blue Crystal</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>I learned that Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s friend Irina Malikova of the Gorbachev Foundation, a close assistant to President Gorbachev, was not at all well. She went for a biopsy, and afterwards I called her, at Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s request, to ask the outcome. She described on the phone her experience during the operation and asked if I could please ask Sri Chinmoy the spiritual significance.</p>
<p>Unfortunately after her biopsy Irina could not come out of the anaesthesia for four hours. She experienced what seemed like a strange dream with unusual beings taking her down a long tunnel. She could see at the end of a tunnel what seemed to be a large illumined hall, and the beings kept saying &ldquo;Come with us, go with us, you will like this.&rdquo; She felt herself rushing backward down a long tunnel going faster and faster.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>All of a sudden, larger than anything she could ever imagine, she saw Sri Chinmoy blocking the tunnel. He stopped her and told her, &ldquo;Put out your hands and take hold of this.&rdquo;When she did this, Sri Chinmoy placed in her hands what Irina described as a crystal, very translucent, of an unearthly, beautiful blue. Then he loudly commanded,&nbsp; &ldquo;Say the magic word.&rdquo; At first Irina did not respond.&nbsp; At the top of his voice, Sri Chinmoy again commanded, &ldquo;Say the magic word &mdash; NOW!&rdquo; At that moment, she screamed out the name of her small child, &ldquo;Dmitriy, Dimitry!&rdquo; When she did this, she went rushing down the tube in the reverse direction with the greatest speed. The next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes on the operating table, with the doctors and nurses looking over her, with a big light shining behind them.</p>
<p>When I asked Sri Chinmoy if he would please give his interpretation of this experience as she had requested, Sri Chinmoy said, &ldquo;Her soul was about to leave her body for the other world,&rdquo; and that he had given Irina back her own soul. He said to Irina, &ldquo;Do you remember the blue bird when you first came to see me? At that time I showed you your soul.&rdquo; Irina remembered that the first time she saw Sri Chinmoy, at Aspiration-Ground in New York, he took her to the Sri Chinmoy Track where she noticed a beautiful blue bird. When she described it to others, they said they had never seen such a bird at the track.</p>
<p>When Irina came to New York later that year, everywhere we went she would try to rediscover that particular blue colour, because she said this crystal was an incredibly beautiful blue.As it turns out, she says that she has never been able to recapture that beautiful blue colour.</p>

<p>Irina Malikova later had her full surgery, during which she also experienced Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s presence. She and Sri Chinmoy then had the following conversation.</p>
<blockquote>
<p><em>Irina Malikova:</em> I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done. I had a very nice experience with my surgery. Normally I should have been afraid, because it was major surgery, but to my own and everybody&rsquo;s surprise, I was so sure about everything that I did not feel nervous. The doctors said they had never seen a patient with so little anxiety about her health. It was not a question of my victory.&nbsp; It is just that I physically felt your presence in the surgery room, and that helped me a lot.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> I told you not to worry. I said there would be absolutely no problem, and I promised you that I would be there for your operation. If the consciousness and the vibration of the room had been a little higher, then you would have seen me. But definitely I was there; I was there!Sometimes when I know the date of an operation, I do not even need to know the exact hour. If someone is close to me, even if he notifies me a month in advance, I can promise to take care of it.&nbsp; And my promise will definitely be fulfilled.&nbsp; At the time of the operation, my physical mind may not even be aware that it is taking place, but I have many, many inner representatives who will act on my behalf. One of my inner beings will keep my promise for me.But in your case, it was totally different. I did not depend on my inner beings; I was directly involved one hundred per cent. The day before the operation I called you, and also that morning I called you.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blue-crystal">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;We speak only of how we can serve the world&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-president-gorbachev-aspiration-ground-2006.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
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<p>When he is with me, we never discuss politics.  We speak only of how we can serve the world, how we can raise the standard of humanity with our goodwill, peace, prayers and meditations.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>speaking about his relationship with President Gorbachev</em></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy’s warm relationship with President Mikhail Gorbachev spanned several decades, with 25 meetings and over a hundred letters expressing mutual encouragement, appreciation and support.</p>
<p>On August 18, 1991, there was an attempted coup by Soviet leaders against President Gorbachev, and the President and his family were trapped in the Crimea. Sri Chinmoy took the situation extremely seriously and turned his entire focus to the Gorbachevs’ safety.</p>
<p>There were more than a thousand of Sri Chinmoy’s students gathered in New York for their traditional celebration of his birthday, and he and his students were meditating and praying most intensely for the President and his family. For the first time in more than 20 years, Sri Chinmoy cancelled many of the scheduled activities, except for silent meditation, prayer and spiritual singing.</p>
<p>One evening, Sri Chinmoy interrupted some of his students who were singing his spiritual songs.  With great urgency in his voice, Sri Chinmoy said,  “Kindly stop singing right now!” and he began to meditate most intensely.</p>

<p>Later, Sri Chinmoy said that President Gorbachev’s soul had come to him and told him that he only had three hours to live.  The coup plotters were going to kill the President. Sri Chinmoy explained that he had inwardly changed the mind of just one guard who was cooperating with the coup.  This guard did not do what he was ordered to do, and so President Gorbachev’s life was saved.</p>
<h3>Raisa Maximovna’s Right Eye</h3>
<p>Some time after the attempted coup against President Gorbachev, Sri Chinmoy saw his wife, Raisa Maximovna, on television, walking down from an airplane. He became extremely concerned and exclaimed, “Her right eye, her right eye! What are the doctors doing? Are the doctors not helping her?”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy asked me to call Irina Malikova, a close friend of Sri Chinmoy who at that time was in charge of International Relations at the Gorbachev Foundation. Sri Chinmoy wanted to know how Raisa was feeling. Irina had been travelling with President Gorbachev and Raisa Maximovna in Latin America. I asked, “Irina, how is Raisa Maximovna doing?”</p>
<p>Irina replied, “She is fine. She recently had a medical check-up. The doctors said that she is fine.”</p>
<p>Nevertheless, Sri Chinmoy was becoming more and more concerned about Raisa Maximovna because he clearly saw inwardly that she was not well. Several times Sri Chinmoy asked me to call Irina and to ask her to beg the doctors to re-examine Raisa Maximovna’s right eye. Again and again, the doctors said they could not find anything wrong with Raisa Maximovna and they kept repeating, “No, no, she is fine.”</p>
<p>Only some time later, after Raisa Maximovna started to have terrible trouble with her vision, the ophthalmologists finally discovered that something was indeed seriously wrong. In fact, she was beginning to lose her eyesight.  After the doctors started treating her, Raisa Maximovna was able to regain her vision and full health.</p>
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<p>Once we had a meeting in Philadelphia. She had only tears and tears in her eyes. She said,  ‘Sri Chinmoy, not every day, not every hour, not every minute but every second I send you my love and my gratitude.’</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>on his friendship with Raisa Maximovna</em></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/we-speak-only-how-we-can-serve-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Everything will become again like it was before&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>You could see the photo of this car accident in almost every newspaper in Switzerland: our van pierced by a crash-barrier that rose up behind the car into the sky more than 10 metres. This experience was like a nightmare from my childhood in which I found myself in a cruel, hopeless situation and desperately fought to wake up. But this time it was not a dream, and it was Sri Chinmoy who eventually freed me from this abysmal abyss with his loving care.</p>
<p>I tried to get out of the van, but my right leg wouldn&rsquo;t move. When I tried to lift it with my hand, my fingers found themselves between flesh and bones, covered with blood. I was so shocked and horrified that I didn&rsquo;t notice that a bar from the destroyed seat had speared me.</p>
<p>Enough facts for despair. I was extremely lucky that I had already been a student of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s for almost two years&mdash;long enough to have a lot of faith in him. Otherwise I would have perished miserably then and there.</p>
<p>In the hospital, when the doctor who was standing at the left side of my bed started to elaborate on the &ldquo;facts of the situation&rdquo;, my wife Usha, whose presence I then became aware of, interrupted him at once. Smiling bravely at me, she said to me that she had been able to talk to Sri Chinmoy about my accident. His compassionate message for me said I shouldn&rsquo;t worry because everything would become again like it was before. This was definitely the happiest moment of my life. Of course, there were still many tough moments to come, but he would always be there to save me.</p>

<p>During the time at the hospital, I felt like a helpless child lying safely in the arms of his mother. Usha was Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s faithful messenger. She helped me to keep my focus on Sri Chinmoy amidst all the pain and the doctors&rsquo; doubting minds.</p>
<p>Some miracle-facts: When I had this accident, a nurse happened to be driving in a car behind me. If she hadn&rsquo;t tied off my leg in time, I would have never made it to the hospital alive. Then, during the more than five hours of surgery, the hospital staff were able to trace my wife in Zurich, about 100 miles away. Somehow she managed to arrive at the hospital just in time to stop the doctors from amputating the injured leg. Now they needed her permission. She was able to phone Sri Chinmoy in New York and tell him about the situation. He told her not to allow the amputation and to make sure to be near me when I woke up and to tell me at once that I shouldn&rsquo;t worry.</p>
<p>The next miracle was that the director of the intensive care unit, who was an excellent microsurgeon but on leave from his job at that time, had been visiting the hospital just on the evening I was taken there. Because it was a very serious and complicated case, they requested him to operate on me. He was very eager to do an excellent job.</p>
<p>Another miracle was that I wasn&rsquo;t paralysed, because the base of the spine had been totally smashed. During the following years, the feeling in my back, legs and feet recovered completely. Also, I survived a very bad lung embolism that occurred during the surgery and forced the doctors to stop.</p>
<p>Next miracle: the doctors were convinced that I would haveto wear this terrible plastic bag for the rest of my life. But fortunately, the microsurgeon&rsquo;s substitute was one of the best colostomy specialists in Europe. He liked me and therefore was inspired to examine me once more and recommended another surgery. When the director of the ICU, the excellent microsurgeon, heard that the operation was supposed to take place on the rst day of his return to work, he decided to do it himself. He again did an excellent job. The doctors needed a whole week to decide how to cover the open bone, and in spite of their unconcealed scepticism, the surgery was successful.</p>
<p>Shortly before the accident, Usha and I had missed the registration for the upcoming university semester and, without being aware of it, had also thus lost our health insurance This meant I would have had to pay more than sixty thousand dollars to the hospital myself. But through yet another miracle, the insurance company agreed to take Usha back into the health plan and, since we were married, to pay my hospital fees.</p>
<p>The doctors were convinced that I would have to stay in the hospital at least until autumn But I left in the middle of July, and in August I went on a plane to New York to see Sri Chinmoy &mdash; although with crutches and a removable cast. When I left the hospi- tal, some of the doctors and nurses told me how inspired they had been by the wondrous outcome of this &ldquo;tragic, hopeless case&rdquo;. But they also told me not to expect more &mdash; for example, to ever be able to run again. They were convinced that I wouldn&rsquo;t even be able to walk properly.</p>
<p>But less than three years later, on a chilly January morning in New York, Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s presence helped me win our Marathon Team&rsquo;s Rainbow Marathon in a new personal record of 2:56. And only one year later I came in second behind my friend Hutashan in our 47-mile race in a personal record of 5:56.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/eveything-will-become-again-it-was">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Please postpone the surgery</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>About three years ago, my mother was diagnosed with a very serious form of cancer that was quickly spreading. To be certain, she went for the opinion of three prominent cancer specialists in Puerto Rico. All of them concurred: she definitely had a serious form of cancer.</p>
<p>I became increasingly worried&mdash;I love my mother dearly and her suffering and imminent death were torturing my heart. Over the years I have met excellent physicians and naturopaths who have been very successful in treating cancer as well as other so-called &ldquo;incurable&rdquo; diseases. It was my hope to bring my mother to New York for such treatment.</p>
<p>Her main physician told her that she needed radiation, chemotherapy and most definitely surgery. I asked my mother to please hold off with all those therapies until I could consult with the doctor I had in mind, and to send me copies of her records. When I read her blood analysis, panic struck me hard, for it became real that my mother was very sick.</p>
<p>I had not wanted to tell Sri Chinmoy anything until I had all the information, but now pressure was mounting, and my mother was scheduled for surgery within a few weeks. Finally, I wrote Sri Chinmoy a letter explaining everything I told him that I love my mother very much and that I was not ready to lose her, but I also told him that I was praying for God&rsquo;s Victory-Will in whatever form it would express itself.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s reply came immediately: &ldquo;Ask her to please postpone the surgery for one month.&rdquo; I immediately telephoned my mother and pleaded with her to please listen and follow Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s advice. She agreed.</p>

<p>Fortunately or unfortunately, I have a cousin who is a very prominent doctor, and he argued that the surgery could not be delayed. He had all the members of my family in Puerto Rico on his side and they pressured my mother to concede. I was devastated. I would call her every day in tears and beg her. My poor mother was confused and frightened. She really wanted to please me by listening to Guru&rsquo;s advice, but the family pressure was too much for her. So I told her, &ldquo;Do what you feel you need to do. I love you and will support any decision you take.&rdquo; This brought her a sense of peace, and she decided to go ahead with the surgery.</p>
<p>The doctor wanted to operate as soon as possible, since he was scheduled to be on board a cruise ship for a three-week vacation. But God had a better plan. My mother was ready to go for surgery in two days, but there were no beds available for about two weeks in any of the hospitals where this particular doctor could practise. Since he was going away for three weeks, the surgery had to be postponed for one month.</p>
<p>One month later, when the doctor came back from his vacation, more tests were done before the surgery. There was no evidence of cancer, not a trace, as if it never happened. The doctors said that all along they must have had the wrong records, the records of another patient.</p>
<p>God and Sri Chinmoy alone know what happened. My mother and family are extremely grateful to Sri Chinmoy and God for this incredible miracle. The other miracle is that whenever my mother sees Sri Chinmoy, she becomes a beautiful child swimming in tears of joy and gratitude. She says,&ldquo;He is so beautiful!&rdquo;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/please-postpone-surgery">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A very, very, very strong Force</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/agraha/sri-chinmoy-phone.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One day, around 5:30 in the morning, Sri Chinmoy called and said, “O my God! What is happening with Nayak?” Nayak is a fellow student of Sri Chinmoy, and is the leader of the Seattle Sri Chinmoy Centre along with his wife Nandita.</p>
<p>I said,“What is happening, Guru?”</p>
<p>He said, “He is in the hospital. Call and find out what is happening. Something very, very serious — he is very seriously ill.”</p>
<figure class="left"><img alt="Nandita and Nayak" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/nayaknandita.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>I called Nandita, and she had just brought Nayak to the emergency room. I called Nayak, and he sounded very weak. He was waiting to be seen. When I told Sri Chinmoy, he asked if I would please go quickly to the hospital. When I saw Nayak, his EKG showed that a very serious myocardial infarction, a heart attack, was actually in progress. The whole left side of his heart was blocked. Nayak looked so ashen — he looked very bad. He was very emotional, and the situation was extremely difficult.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy had said to call him as soon as we had any news. So I called and Sri Chinmoy said,“Please tell Nayak I am putting a very, very, <em>very</em> strong force on him. And call me in fifteen minutes.”</p>

<p>I told Nayak and Nandita, and they were very moved. Then the doctors came in. They had drawn blood to see what kind of heart attack it was, and they were looking at the heart tracing on the EKG. Amazingly, after Sri Chinmoy’s call, Nayak started to get better. He started to talk, he was joking, his colour was getting better. The cardiologist was asking the assistants, “Why are you going so slowly?”— but it was because Nayak was doing better. They were sort of joking with him.</p>
<p>The hospital cleared the whole schedule of patients so that Nayak could get a catheterization, the insertion of a tube so they can visualise the heart. The cardiologist was extremely good; it was at the University of Washington Medical Center Hospital, which is the best hospital in the Pacific Northwest. We wanted to stay with Nayak, but they said no, it would be about ten minutes, and then they would do whatever they felt needed to be done</p>
<p>I had called Sri Chinmoy again after 15 minutes, and Sri Chinmoy had said again that he was putting a very, very strong force on Nayak, and by that time, Nayak was actually joking with the doctors. He was looking so good, yet apparently there was a major heart attack going on It was amazing.</p>
<p>After a while, the nurse found us in the waiting room and said, “Okay, now you can see the doctor. The procedure is over ” When we entered the room, the doctor said, “I want to show you something. These are the films we took of Nayak’s heart a year and a half ago. These are the films now. Do you see any difference?” We were looking at the films, and he said, “We did not see any difference. We discussed it. We could not imagine what was going on. We have a mystery here, because here we show signs in the EKG of a major heart attack, and now there is nothing going on inside the heart, and he is doing very wel. ”</p>
<p>I said, “Well, what about the lab tests? Do they show anything?” because you can see from the tests if there is any damage to the heart tissue.</p>
<p>He looked at us and said, “The lab tests are normal. Something is going on!” The doctor was absolutely astounded. So I told him, “We have a meditation Teacher. I don’t know if you believe in prayer.” He smiled and said,“I very much believe in prayer.” We all knew that Sri Chinmoy had saved Nayak’s life. In fact, Sri Chinmoy later told Nayak that if I had delayed contacting Sri Chinmoy for 15 more minutes, Nayak would have had a massive fatal heart attack.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/very-very-very-strong-force">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Statue stories</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/agraha/seattle-statue.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Since Sri Chinmoy’s passing in 2007, more than 40 statues of his likeness have been placed in major cities and remote natural settings around the world.</p>
<p>Many people, especially children, seem to feel a living presence in the statues. Adults have reported feeling inner guidance for a decision or consolation in their grief. A few of their stories follow, as reported by members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre worldwide — just a few glimpses into a spiritual Master’s love and concern that continue long after his earthly life.</p>
<p>A young lady often came to offer owers at the statue in Vienna. She had lost a child and was inconsolable in her grief.  Once when she casually stopped at the statue for a while, she had an unusual experience that changed her life: suddenly she could make an inner connection with her child’s soul and speak with her. She said that this experience happened repeatedly, but only at the statue.</p>
<p>One evening in Seattle, a young girl taking a stroll with her father came very close to the statue, exclaiming,“Daddy, Daddy, he is alive! He is alive!” Her father said,“Dear, it is only a statue.” She came even closer and grasped the torch, then repeated, “No, Daddy! I can see he is alive!”</p>
<p>A sweet Indian boy about three or four years old came to Sri Chinmoy’s statue in Seattle with his father. He gave the statue a big hug, exclaiming “Grampa! Grampa! Grampa!” with boundless joy. We asked him if he would like to give Sri Chinmoy a flower and he was jumping with eagerness. The boy was so happy. Then his father said with a big smile on his face, “We come here every day. Rahul calls Sri Chinmoy ‘Grampa’.”</p>

<p>A woman at the statue in Antarik, a spiritual retreat in the Czech Republic, shared, "When I have a hard time or I need to solve a problem, it helps me if I come and sit at the statue Then the problems either get solved or, if I have to decide something, I know it will be the right decision."</p>
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<figcaption>The statue in Antarik in the Czech Republic</figcaption>
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<p>A small boy, about four or five years old, ran away from his parents and came to the feet of the statue in Guatemala. He kept repeating, “Mom, I know him, I know him! But when I knew him he was younger ” He grabbed the feet of the statue and said,“I know you!”</p>
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<figcaption>The statue by the sea in Mazatlan, Mexico</figcaption>
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<p>A few weeks after the dedication ceremony for the statue in Mazatlan, Mexico, fresh flowers began appearing every morning at the statue, which has a panoramic view of the ocean. One woman who was caring for the area was very eager to find out who was bringing the flowers. She kept coming earlier and earlier every day, until finally one morning around 5 a.m. she saw two elderly, weather-hewn Mexican fisherman offering flowers most lovingly. The next day she saw them again and ran up to speak with them.</p>
<p>They explained that they had been fishing near this spot for years, but in the previous year they were unable to make a living because there were so few fish. Only a couple of weeks earlier, they had noticed the statue and had come to see it, bringing flowers and offering a prayer to God to help them.</p>
<p>That very day and ever since, their catch increased dramatically. The men said they had no idea who the man in the statue was, but knew only that he was a great spiritual man who was helping them feed their families.</p>
<p>Three school teachers in Mazatlan, Mexico, had their students form a circle near the statue, asking them to read aloud one of Sri Chinmoy’s aphorisms and reflect on its meaning. The teachers would ask each child,“Have you understood? What does this great sage mean here?” The children would also recite their favorite aphorism, learn it by heart, explain it in their own words and write it in their notebooks. One teacher explained, “The aphorisms are so beautiful! We are taking children to this place so they can see that there are people like this great man who do great things for the world.”</p>
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<figcaption>Above: As torrential floods ravaged Prague in 2013, the statue of Sri Chinmoy, serene above the raging waters, appeared repeatedly in many news media photographs around the world as a daily barometer of the rising water levels. The statue became a symbol for all the citizens of Prague who were praying for their beautiful city.</figcaption>
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<h2>Agraha&#039;s stories</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Welcome!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/agrahas-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Birthday blessings</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>May 30, 2001, Ottawa, West Block, Parliament Building</em>: The function room was full of flower fragrances and divine grace. We had just had a special blessing from our Guru: his visit to Ottawa and his offering of a special concert in the Centre Block of Canada’s Parliament Buildings. I had been asked to be the Master of Ceremonies, so had to dress appropriately. I don’t usually wear a suit and necktie, but I did for this occasion. During the day, Guru offered a minute of silence, and then we heard the <em>Invocation</em> being played on the bells of the Parliament’s carillon. We were all so proud, and, needless to say, Guru was happy.</p>
<p>That evening, when the official ceremony was over and outside visitors had left, there must have been approximately 200 disciples remaining in the concert hall. Guru called me to stand in front of him. Why, I was not sure. Maybe because my birthday was the next day? As I stood at his feet, with 200 disciples behind me, he simply said one word to the disciples: "Sing." And then my brothers and sisters started singing his divine birthday song: <em>Happy birthday to you... we love your soul’s rainbow-dream-promise-play</em>. The blessings he showered me with are just beyond words. I was in tears, tears of gratitude, tears of joy. My heart was simply melting. Guru’s face was shining, his smile beaming. I smiled at the Avatar meditating on my soul. This was such an eternal moment! These minutes alone were worth every effort, every tear, every struggle of my life.</p>
<p>After what seemed like an eternity of blessings, as I was returning to my seat, Guru asked: "How old are you, Utsahi?"</p>
<p>Don’t ask me why or how, but the following answer came out of my heart: "It depends, Guru. When I am my regular old self, I am 56; but when I am in your heart, I am your seven-year-old boy."</p>
<p>"Always be a seven-year-old!" Guru replied.</p>
<p>Then he went on, imploring all of us to remain in a seven-year-old state of consciousness. I wish I had the transcript of this message. It was so sweet, so inspiring – the Avatar blessing me and telling me what to do in order to remain in a divine consciousness. To reach our journey’s goal, we simply need to be like a child, to be a seven-year-old. This was another one of the many blessings received on the occasion of my soul’s day. Over the years, I have been blessed with many moments of this nature, where time stops and nothing else matters but the moment of divine transfusion of energy.</p>
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<p><em>Here is another one of these precious moments - I wrote this after returning home from Guru's house on June 10th 2005. </em></p>
<p>I have just come back from Guru’s house. He celebrated my 60th birthday tonight. I had arrived in New York last Tuesday, taking a few days off work for the occasion. I had travelled by train from Ottawa. This train ride was a dream come true for me; for many years I had dreamed of making this trip through the Adirondacks and then along the Hudson River before entering New York.</p>
<p>I had put on my cleanest white shirt and tried to be in my best consciousness... and there I was, a few feet away from our beloved Master. Around midnight, he called the television program we were all watching to a halt and said: "Utsahi, come!" And, as before, as I stood there in front of him, he simply said: "Sing." Guru started his meditation with his eyes closed, getting into a state of trance that is impossible to imagine, let alone describe. Even though I could hear the girls and the boys singing, "We love your soul’s rainbow-dream..." I was drawn in by Guru’s radiating face, his eyes turning upwards, his smile divine... And I tried my best to respond, to offer him my gratitude, my all, to be in harmony with him, as much as I could. After a while, his face changed; his smile transformed from a reflexive one to one that was totally divine. So again, I smiled.</p>
<p>And a line from Guru’s divine poem, "I Sing, I Smile" came to my heart: <em>Because You play on the flute I have become Your flute. </em><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_iugsty0" title="Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, New York: Agni Press, 1972, #55." href="#footnote1_iugsty0">1</a></p>
<p>Dearest Guru, why do you love me? This is the question I would like to ask you. Why is it that you love me the way you do, with all your heart, all your soul, with such a smile? Just the call tonight, informing me that you had received the flowers I sent you, with my little card, where I had written: "Gratitude, dearest Guru, for all your protection, your blessings during the past 60 years..." (I should have added: "...and joy." But it was too late... the flowers and card had already gone.)</p>
<p>After his blessings, Guru said, twice: "I am very proud of you, Utsahi." It was so nice to  hear these words. And then he offered me a gift: a glass effigy of his face and a very nice shirt – blue and white. These were both awesome gifts; but even aside from the gifts, the very idea of receiving a gift from Guru’s hand is so special. Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude... "</p>
<p>Then Guru said: "I also want to take your picture. As he was taking his camera, I was totally in bliss. The gift was in one hand, the other hand was on my heart.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/storyimages/utsahi-birthday-picture.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>And then Guru asked me to take <em>prasa</em>d first. I left the house in bliss. I was not walking home, I was flying. So many blessings received! So much love! What a divine boost of energy!</p>
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<p>How many times in these past years have I felt an elevated state of happiness that is beyond words? I simply cannot express them. Here is another one of these unique moments: I did not know it then, but when I offered the following poem to Guru on May 31st, 2007, it was to be the last time he celebrated my birthday at his house. After taking the time to read this poem as part of a card I had offered him, he asked me to read it to everyone present:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>Between 7 and 62</strong></p>
<p>Lord, I am a mere grain of sand<br/>
In your divine garden.<br/>
Why do you value<br/>
This simple grain of sand?<br/>
Why?</p>
<p>Lord, I am a single atom<br/>
In your eternal temple.<br/>
Why do you seem to treasure<br/>
Such a little particle?</p>
<p>Why?<br/>
Lord, I am the frailest rose<br/>
Of your eternal dream.<br/>
How did this flower ever bloom<br/>
Inside your cosmic vision?<br/>
How?</p>
<p>Who can appreciate such mysteries?<br/>
Who deserves such an invitation?<br/>
Who can express true gratitude?<br/>
Who can simply treasure<br/>
The smile of your silent response?<br/>
Who?</p>
<p>And the eternal echo of endless time<br/>
Whispers:<br/>
You... You... You</p>
<p>In Oneness,<br/>
With Gratitude,<br/>
My heart prays to remain<br/>
Eternally at your feet!</p>
<p><strong>Your little sun, Utsahi</strong></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_iugsty0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_iugsty0">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, New York: Agni Press, 1972, #55.</li>
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<h2>My spiritual heart specialist</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>As a medical doctor, I have often been in the intensive care unit. Once the Supreme also wanted me to get to know the other side. And so it happened that I found myself in this unit with a fellow sufferer next to me. He was in a deep coma and his chest was rising and falling in perfect time to the rhythm of the respirator, producing a hissing sound. This mechanical sound was intermittently complemented by a gurgling caused by the extraction of mucus from his lungs. The poor fellow wasn’t able to swallow any more either. He was receiving medication by intravenous infusion and I could tell by the electrocardiogram on the control screen that his heart could say good-bye anytime. He seemed to be a cardiac patient who had suffered an embolic stroke.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org/files/stories/storyimages/ventricle.jpg?cauth=1" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Now there I was, hooked up to infusions and monitors myself. Out of the blue my heart had gone berserk, so I landed in the hospital, where they finally moved me into the cardiac intensive care unit to better supervise all the medical experiments to be carried out on me. Being a professional doctor, I could easily interpret the graph that was bouncing on the monitor over my head: my two ventricles had started to fall out of sync and beat totally independently from each other.</p>
<p>This condition diminishes heart effciency and, more importantly, it induces the great risk of thrombosis with an ensuing brain embolism (a blood clot in the brain) The latter may occur after a period of 48 hours and results in a hemiplegic stroke, with the possible outcome of being unable to swallow or to speak or to think, or even death. These embolisms tend to appear particularly at the stage where your heartbeat normalises. So, after this 48-hour period elapses, it is above all extremely dangerous trying to convert the heartbeat to a normal rhythm. The doctor in charge had never in his whole life seen this condition in someone of my age.</p>

<p>The doctors used massive drug injections in the hope of talking my heart out of the fuss it made. For one of those many injections, they required my explicit consent — there was a risk involved, they said. Right after the jab, I briefly lost consciousness, and when I came round again, I was hot all over and my heart was pounding like mad. Unfortunately, this treatment involving heavy medication was as ineffective as all the other attempts. All the treatments of the doctors were not only in vain, but quite a few injections did not even go successfully into the veins as they were supposed to, as doctors usually become quite nervous as soon as they have to give an injection to another doctor.</p>
<p>The first effective medicine I received came from my “spiritual heart specialist” in the form of the following message: “I am all concern, all my blessings and love.” From one moment to the next, all of my worries almost completely disappeared and a deep peace unfolded in my being.</p>
<p>I told Sri Chinmoy about this episode later on, and he commented: “Your worries were gone the moment you let me know, but then your problems were passed on to me In the inner world I saw a paralysing force fast approaching you.” Sri Chinmoy had only been informed that I was having troubles with my heart; he was never outwardly told that I could become paralysed as a result.</p>
<p>Since various medications failed to take effect, they wanted to take me to the operating room for a final attempt to stabilise my heartbeat with electroshocks under general anaesthesia. Time was ticking away and 48 hours had nearly elapsed. I was scheduled to be transferred to the operating room on Sunday at 2 p.m. There was no effective drug level in my body any longer in order to prepare me for the operation.</p>
<p>Now the time had come for my spiritual heart specialist to intervene. At 1:57 p.m. , out of the blue, for some mysterious reason, in absolute silence, my heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm. With every beat of my heart I had to fight back tears of relief and gratitude.</p>
<p>From a spiritual point of view, the experience I went through while I was in intensive care was very good for me. I realized how Sri Chinmoy secretly and silently comes to our rescue every day in any part of the world.</p>
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<p>My heart<br/>
Is made of my Lord’s<br/>
Concern-Breath.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_md46air" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_md46air">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_md46air"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_md46air">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-22710">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 23, Agni Press, 2001</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-spiritual-heart-specialist">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Your little sun</h2><div class="field-item"><p>After some years on the path, I took the liberty of sending Guru some poems I wrote, expressions of my heart-felt sentiments. At the end of each, I liked to sign: “Your little son, Utsahi," reminding myself at the same time as him that I am his seven-year-old boy and that I have adopted him as my spiritual father.</p>
<p>Furthermore, when I felt that I could, in my own little way, lighten Guru’s load of problems, I would make a little play on words and sign: “Your little sun, Utsahi" with the intention of offering a ray of sunshine to his life of tremendous responsibilities. My heart and soul were inviting me to be a little ray of sun in Guru’s life.</p>
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<p>I had gotten into the habit of offering a message of gratitude to Guru every time I left New York. And over time, I had learned that Guru cherished these little notes. One time, I offered a short poem to Guru for Father’s Day. It read like this:</p>
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<p>Today and every day, the little son in me<br/>
Joyfully bows to the divine Father in you.<br/>
Today and every day, the seven-year-old in me<br/>
Loves to play the divine game with the eternal son in you.</p>
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<p>I expressed my devotion to him, and at the same time the seven-year-old Utsahi candidly wanted to play with him.</p>
<p>What poetry and dreams can do! Approximately a month later, I was once more in New York. At the start of the Sunday afternoon function, Guru asked Paree about a song. She then distributed a sheet of paper to everyone present and taught the audience this new song.</p>
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<p>It took me a minute to realize that this was the poem that I had offered to Guru! He had put the words to music and asked for all of the disciples present to sing this song.</p>
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<p>I was shocked to hear one of my little poems transformed into a song by Guru. To this day, I love to sing this song; it gives me a seven-year-old joy!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/your-little-sun">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Lifting up the world</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On two occasions I had the privilege of being lifted by our dearest Guru. On both occasions, I felt it should be the other way around: rather than Guru honouring us, we should honour him for all he has done for us and for humanity. But instead, whenever Guru had a chance, he would lift people up and offer them a medal, as well!</p>
<p>Started in 1988, this unique award program was offered by Guru as a way of recognizing individuals from all walks of life who, by excelling in their respective fields of endeavour, have inspired and uplifted humanity. Before Guru passed behind the curtain of eternity, he had so honoured more than 8,000 individuals in a spirit of oneness and appreciation for their diverse achievements. Among the many world luminaries he honored in this way were Nelson Mandela, Muhammad Ali, and Desmond Tutu.</p>
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<p>Guru offered to lift whoever would like to be lifted. This was my perfect opportunity! I had waited for a long time for such an occasion. Dressed in my best whites, I was already in ecstasy at the thought of another spiritual dream coming true! When my turn came, I climbed up the steps of the apparatus, trying to remain in my highest consciousness. Once up there, I wanted to fold my hands, but was instructed to hold on tight to the bar. Disciples sang the “Lifting Up the World„ song. Then there was silence. The world stopped for a moment while Guru meditated. And then there was an incredible push. I had the feeling of not simply being lifted, but of being projected into the air. I experienced an explosion of light! This feeling is hard to explain because of the limits of the mind. But the heart – limitless – can appreciate... and cry.</p>
<p>The only experience I ever had that resembled this one had happened in a dream, years before: I was trapped inside a huge dome-like building, with no windows or doors. On top, I could see a one-metre-round opening – the only way the light could come in and the only way I could get out of this dome. I wondered how I would ever get out, since this opening was approximately ten meters above me – so far beyond my reach! And then all of a sudden, I felt this incredible push from underneath and I began to fly, like a bird. I then flew out through the opening at the top of the dome. I was so ecstatic that I literally shouted: WOW... And this sound woke me up.</p>
<p>This was one of the most awesome dreams I had ever had. Months later, I shared it with another disciple, who suggested that maybe it was Guru lifting me up. Now everything became clear. This dream, years before, had been a premonition of the lift, of Guru’s role in my life, of the way that he worked on my consciousness and lifted up the world, one by one... in the process, projecting my soul beyond the limitations of the body, into a celestial universe. The impossible had come true! Gratitude, Guru, gratitude for the many times you lifted my heart and soul.</p>
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<p>The second lifting experience, equally beautiful, happened on April 27, 2004. We were on Parliament Hill in Ottawa. The day had started with an incredible experience: Jean Chrétien, former Prime Minister of Canada, met with Guru. Some of us had the privilege of being invited to this meeting.</p>
<p>We had heard that when Guru came to Canada, he would like to lift Jean Chrétien, but he was not totally convinced that it could happen. Plus, so many other people in his entourage were opposed to the idea. Security was involved. An ex-Prime Minister cannot be lifted just like that!</p>
<p>We happened to be witnesses to a conversation between Mr. Chrétien and Guru. At first, there was resistance from Mr. Chrétien. Then, gradually, things changed. Like us: resistance first! And then, he agreed to be lifted, but his entourage resisted, bringing in all kinds of arguments. Again, Guru continued to offer, with a smile... no insistence, but calm persistence! And then, there was a miraculous occurrence: Mr. Chrétien agreed to be lifted, against his first advisor’s wishes. What an experience this was – and how privileged we were to witness all this! We saw how Guru operates with resistance: no pressure, just offering an opportunity. And even with all kinds of objections from many sources, Guru’s determination, his serenity and his vision of the possibility make things happen.</p>
<p>Then we moved to Phase Two: the lifting of other dignitaries. The lifting apparatus, fully decorated, was transferred into a large room, where many prominent individuals (senators, members of Parliament, ambassadors, etc.) were waiting. Guru had asked me to be the Master of Ceremonies. Everything went really well. Guru lifted these big-shot black-suit people one after the other. Being so close to Guru, I could see how difficult this was and what kind of physical effort was needed to lift all these people. Lifting forty people one after the other was not a joke. In my little heart, I was relieved when the official lifting was over, and Guru could take a break. But I was wrong: as usual, Guru was not yet finished.</p>
<p>When we thought everything was over, he invited Pratyaya and her mother to be lifted. Guru so kindly wanted to honour our Canadian Centre Leader and her mother, who has been so supportive over the years. And then, Guru called for the two brothers, meaning Vidura and his brother.</p>
<p>Finally, surprise! He asked to lift the Master of Ceremonies! What a treat, what a joy! Again, an ecstatic moment of total bliss! And I felt that the miracle of it all was that, while he was lifting individuals, he was also lifting up the world. This remains a mystery to my little mind.</p>
<p>After the event was over, one disciple who had never had the opportunity to be lifted asked me what it felt like. I could not express what I had experienced in words, nor could I explain the transformation that had taken place inwardly in this split second. So I wrote a poem to Guru, and shared it with him later.</p>
<p>Upon reflecting on these experiences, after some time I realized that each of us has the capacity to lift up the world in our own way, through our daily words and deeds. We can proclaim Guru’s message and try to make him known in our communities; we can be kind to our fellow humans even when we do not have to be; we can be generous when it is easier to be selfish... There are countless opportunities to participate in the “Lifting Up the World„ program that our Guru has initiated!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lifting-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Talk to us about your work&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In late November 2000, I was in New York for a few days. I had taken a few days off work to be with Guru before he left for the Christmas Trip. During that week, there were meditation functions every evening. On Wednesday night, when we were passing in front of Guru to take <em>prasad</em>, he said to me: "Utsahi, I would like you to talk to us about your work... something serious, something funny... for 30 to 45 minutes. Just let me know when you are ready."</p>
<p>I was in shock. What would Guru want to know about my work? What could I say for 30-45 minutes about my job? Why was Guru asking me to do such a thing? Just thinking about it, I was already all stressed out, and my mind was working like crazy: Why, why, why? But, of course, I smiled and answered: Yes, Guru.</p>
<p>When leaving the Aspiration-Ground, Disharini, who had heard this conversation, suggested that I could talk about meditation classes as well. This opened up a new door... Yes, I could talk not only about my academic and intellectual work, but also about my spiritual work. So a plan started to take shape. Planning something like this is like rolling a snowball: you start with a small thing, and add on to it, little by little...</p>
<p>Needless to say, these moments of preparation were quite stressful; I had to prepare something to present in front of Guru and disciples. But in another way, I loved these moments; they were very special, full of energy.</p>
<p>Two days later, on Friday, November 30th, I felt I was ready... nervous, but ready. That evening, since it was very cold outside, the meditation function was held indoors at PS 86. Soon after we started, Guru called me up on stage.</p>
<p>How can a disciple feel when talking in front of his Master about matters that are intellectual, mental - in front of a Master who has given so many talks with his heart and soul? I had written a little plan on a piece of paper, simply to make me less insecure, in case my mind suddenly went blank:</p>
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<li>"Part 1- My regular classes</li>
<li>Part 2- My children; a parent and a teacher</li>
<li>Part 3- Meditation classes."</li>
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<p>But these handwritten notes were more to calm my insecurity than anything else...</p>
<p>While preparing this, I had come to realize that everything we do in life can be spiritual. So I had planned to share this truth. In order to set the tone, I started by reciting this poem of Guru’s that I love very much:</p>
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<p>Wherever you go, go with inspiration and aspiration.<br/>
Whatever you do, do with love and concern.<br/>
Whomever you see, see with purity’s beauty<br/>
And responsibility’s glory.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_slbdojh" title="The Wings of Joy: Finding Your Path to Inner Peace, New York: Simon &amp; Schuster, 1997, p. 194" href="#footnote1_slbdojh">1</a></p>
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<p>Then I started relating some incidents about my job, some serious, some funny. I talked about a conference where I made a presentation, in Nicaragua. I had the <em>turista</em>... To stabilize my system, I had been fasting for two or three days, only drinking water, with salt and sugar added. A young couple let me stay in their studio for the day. Before leaving, they had told me that there was cold water in their fridge. You have to know that in this country, they put their drinking water in recycled rum bottles. I was sick and all alone in their home. I was really thirsty and needed to drink. I took what I thought was a bottle of water from the fridge; but after drinking a full glass in one shot, I realized that I had swallowed four or five ounces of pure rum, with the addition of a bit of salt and sugar...</p>
<p>I also explained how it happened that I became a professor: I had been a child welfare worker in northern New Brunswick for a few years. The Director of the School of Social Work in Moncton, five hours away, had a dream in which he saw me on his staff. He called and told me about this dream, and offered me a professor’s job. I accepted, moving into the academic world. It was actually because of this that I settled in Moncton, where I eventually came to know about Guru and the path. Otherwise, in Campbellton, where I had been living, there would have been zero chances of meeting Guru.</p>
<p>I talked about some of my experiences when giving meditation classes... how these transformed me... how I feel Guru’s presence as soon as we start talking about the path, about Guru, and about one of the constant consequences: after a two-hour workshop, I am totally transformed and energized, while when giving my regular academic classes, after the same amount of time, I am drained, exhausted...</p>
<p>After the initial moments of tension, the presentation went well. I was still nervous, but honoured to be able to do this for Guru. After 40-45 minutes, I bowed to Guru and went to sit down. Immediately, Guru asked for a standing ovation. And then he asked if I would be ready for some questions from the audience. How could I say no? I was pleased to... So I went up again and answered, the best I could, five or six questions from the people present. And then another ovation! Then there was prasad. Guru called me up and offered me prasad from his hand. He then said:</p>
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<p>Utsahi, you are a professor of life and a student of the heart. As a student of the heart, you are unique. As a professor of life, you are also unique. As a student of the heart, you are offering your soul’s fragrance to the world at large. As a professor of life, you are sleeplessly and breathlessly learning from the Lord the creation.</p>
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<p>I didn’t know that someone was taking photos during the whole presentation. A dozen photos were given to me a few weeks later. In them, I can see how attentive Guru is, his sweet smile when I cracked a joke, his appreciation when he applauded, his divine smile when he offered me prasad.</p>
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<p>Little did I know at the time that this experience would transform my work. Since then, I have considered my teaching, my research, my writings as a spiritual experience. At the start of each semester, for example, I take the time to walk around the assigned classrooms, praying and meditating that the students will be receptive and that I will be an instrument of the Supreme.</p>
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<p>What a gift! You give a little to Guru and he offers you the world in return. Ever since this experience, my life, my thoughts and actions have taken on another dimension. Gratitude, Guru, for this beautiful experience. Because of you, my regular job has been transformed. Through another miracle of yours, you have eliminated the walls between my academic work and my spiritual mission on earth. All is divine... <em>"Wherever you go... Whatever you do... Whomever you see..."</em></p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_slbdojh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_slbdojh">1.</a> The Wings of Joy: Finding Your Path to Inner Peace, New York: Simon &amp; Schuster, 1997, p. 194</li>
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<p>For many years, I had been dreaming of opening a divine enterprise. During my monthly visits to New York, I had adopted the habit of helping out at Guru Health Foods, which was run by disciples. Working with the boys there gave me lots of joy,</p>
<p>When Guru found out that I was working there, he immediately suggested that I should open a health food store in Ottawa. Wow! What a challenge! Having worked there for some time by then, I kind of knew what it meant: so many products, about which you need to have knowledge, so many trends in health, natural living and healing, plus the staffing, the displays, not to mention the finances...</p>
<p>I started looking for a location in Ottawa. I was drawn to the Vanier area and learned that Hladini had had a health food store there in the 1980s. I continued to look for a suitable location. In addition, as I continued to work in Guru Health Foods, I became more attentive to customers’ needs, trends in health food products and health care. I was getting ready!</p>
<p>But in 1998, all of a sudden, the health food store plan changed. The Supreme has His own plans, I guess. In the same building as Prapti’s <em>Perfection-Satisfaction-Promise</em> restaurant was a very small, messy, second-hand bookstore. And through Prapti, I had known for a while that the bookstore owner was struggling financially and considering letting go of his lease. Prapti pointed out to me that this location would have many advantages: it was in the same building as another divine enterprise, there were lots of students coming by, there was lots of other pedestrian traffic. This seemed like a unique project, where we could attract the student population into something divine. But what to put in this tiny spot? I was looking for signs, praying for God’s Will to be manifested.</p>
<p>One curious sign was given to me while running in a remote area of Gatineau. At that time, I would run 10 km before going to work every morning. This was my training for the long runs: marathons, the 47-mile race, the 24-hour in Ottawa, the New Year’s self-transcendence run, and a few others. That morning in May, 1998, I was running on a small dirt road, and what did I find on the side of the road? An angel! Yes, an angel figurine that happened to be there... Was it a mere coincidence? Was it a sign from above? I picked up the angel and looked up to Heaven, full of gratitude, and smiled.</p>
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<p>I had always had a fascination for angels, ever since I was very young, and visited angel shops whenever I had the occasion.. My childhood dreams of Heaven always were comprised of two elements: angels and bicycles. Yes, bicycles – because we could not afford such a luxury when I was young. And angels because, in my Christian background, Heaven was full of angels singing, flying and gracefully dancing at the feet of God the Father, sitting on His throne! (Both my dreams have come true: I now have a bicycle, and in our Centre, angels are singing at every meditation.)</p>
<p>A wonderful idea materialized: an enterprise that would sell Guru’s books and music, and spiritual merchandise, where we could sell angels and other spiritual statues, and where human angels would work selflessly. When this concept was presented to Guru, he loved it: People working selflessly in a store offering his message, his books, music and Jharna-Kala products.</p>
<p>And then the work started. The location had to be entirely renovated. A disciple from Montreal helped me plan the renovations. I had literally no money at the time, but with contributions from friends, I had set aside $5,000 for the project. Then I got quite a shock: The estimate for renovations was more than $17,000! This was balanced by a wonderful surprise: the generosity of disciples. For example, to this day, I have never seen the renovation invoice... many disciples helped financially.</p>
<p>Next, we needed a name. We had a friendly competition in our Centre, and disciples suggested approximately ten names. These were submitted to Guru. He listened to our suggestions, was silent for a minute, and then came up with his own name: <em>The Garden of Light</em>. What a beautiful name! What a gift! To this day, when we buy merchandise, we think about the name Guru gave the enterprise, and ask ourselves: Will this item bring light into his garden of light?</p>
<p>We opened on September 27, 1999. The inventory was very small, but the staff and I were full of hope... Yasodhara, a retired school teacher, gave more than her full time and energy to the shop for two years. There were, at some point, 27 people working selflessly at The Garden of Light. Practically the entire Centre was involved, either working in the store itself or carrying out other responsibilities for the enterprise (accounting, scheduling, buying, etc.). Spiritually, it was a beautiful concept; financially, it was a great challenge and, as we all know, challenges are great opportunities to learn, to grow.</p>
<p>A few months later, on November 21, 1999, Guru came to Ottawa for a concert. Of course, we had prepared The Garden of Light, hoping that he would come to visit. Our wish came true: He came and blessed the enterprise in such a beautiful way I can’t even describe it. When he entered the store, he looked at me, silently, for several moments, meditating on me. Then he started looking around, and at some point picked up a pen, paused for a while, then wrote in our guest book:</p>
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<p>My Soul’s Infinite Blessings,<br/>
My Heart’s Infinite Joys,<br/>
My Life’s Infinite Gratitude.</p>
<p>Guru Sri Chinmoy</p>
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<p>What a gift from our Guru! He continued looking around, and after 15-20 minutes, sat down and said:</p>
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<p>Selfless service is the one hundred percent manifestation of my light and goal. It is the ideal way. In this place, you are doing exactly that. My infinite light, delight and purity are being manifested here.</p>
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<p>Approximately three hundred disciples were outside, waiting for an opportunity to come in. They came in through <em>Perfection-Satisfaction-Promise</em>, and took prasad at Guru’s feet while he was sitting inside The Garden of Light.</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/utsahi-talk-sri-chinmoy-aspiration-ground-garden-light.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>In New York, Utsahi speaks with Sri Chinmoy about how 'The Garden of Light' is doing</figcaption>
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<p>Over time, we were able to open a second location, next to the <em>Peace Garden</em> on Clarence Street. Eventually, we moved this store to Ottawa South, the area where our first divine enterprises were located in the 1970s.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/garden-of-light-interior.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>This second location on Bank Street offers more possibility in terms of space; plus, in the basement, we have a permanent exhibition of Guru’s Jharna-Kala artwork.</p>
<p>With The Garden of Light stores came lots of new challenges, possibilities and opportunities: what and where to buy, how to manage a divine enterprise, how to offer to the community some spiritual opportunities, through classes, informal dis- cussions, meeting with seekers, etc. In this way, our enterprise, as well as selling products, offers an oasis of peace where people can come and browse through a book, listen to spiritual music, experiment on a singing bowl or two.</p>
<p>One woman expressed it this way in our guest book: “Every time I come to Ottawa from Maniwaki (more than one hour away), I go and eat at <em>Perfection-Satisfaction-Promise</em> and then I come here, to The Garden of Light and bathe in its atmosphere. After this, I have enough of the city and head back home."</p>
<p>I’m so fortunate that, through my work, I participate in conferences the world over. So whenever I travel to Tunisia, Turkey, Myanmar, China, India and other countries, I take some time to shop, and then I can bring home unique gifts to sell in the enterprise.</p>
<p>Once, while at a conference in Chennai, I made a little detour to Kathmandu, and there I realized that there were many opportunities, both for my spiritual edification as well as for our business. Since this initial three-day detour, I have made many more trips to Nepal. This lovely land, with its soulful inhabitants, is a very spiritual place. I have met many people there who have become close friends and not merely business partners. Now when I visit, it’s not mainly for shopping; it’s more to be with my fellows, my sisters and brothers. Also, I have attended the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Kathmandu so often that I now consider it my second spiritual home. Of course, I do some shopping on the side, and love to give classes there, as well.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/nepali.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>The dream of becoming a wholesale distributor had been in my mind for a while; it became a reality in August 2013. From now on, going shopping in Nepal has become even more important, since we have to supply both the stores and the distribution business. I never expected that doing a little selfless service in Guru Health Foods would bring all these consequences.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/garden-light">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Utsahi - the divine seeker</h2><div class="field-item"><p>It was Tuesday, December 2nd, 1997. Guru was offering the New Year’s message that night, before he left for the Christmas Trip. Malahinam, Jyotish and I had decided to drive to New York during the day and be there for the evening Peace Concert that Guru was offering in Manhattan, and to receive the 1998 New Year’s Message.</p>
<p>These annual messages had been of tremendous inspiration and hope for me over the twelve years that I had been on the path. They revealed Guru’s vision for the world for the year to come. Many times over the year, we would recite them collectively, in our group meditations. My favorite one had been the 1993 message:</p>
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<p>God is dreaming,<br/>
Newness singing,<br/>
Oneness blossoming,<br/>
Fulness dancing.</p>
<p>Hope no more gropes.<br/>
Life without slopes,<br/>
Splendid depths and heights<br/>
Transform bondage nights.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_tm2xcwg" title="Sri Chinmoy, New Year's Messages from Sri Chinmoy, 1966-1994, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_tm2xcwg">1</a></p>
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<p>Guru had encouraged us to post this particular message in as many places as possible. In Ottawa, we had it aired on the radio and it was printed in the local papers, both in French and English. Guru had put it into a beautiful song as well, which I love to sing.</p>
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<p>So, on December 2, 1997, we had sneaked out of our respective workplaces in order to be with our Guru for a few hours, to receive both his message for 1998, and his light. Our plan was to drive back through the night, arrive in Ottawa at approximately 8 a.m. the next morning, take a shower and go to work... That way, we would only miss one day’s work.</p>
<p>Never did I suspect that this day would give me tremendous inspiration and hope, enlighten my life and change my destiny. It was the day when I would see my soul in its true form...</p>
<p>We found the hall, parked the car. It was relatively easy: we just had to follow the saris... With winter coats on, it wasn’t necessarily easy to recognize the boys in whites, but saris were very visible, and very beautiful. The place was packed; there must have been 400 or even 500 people in the hall, for a soulful concert of blessings and meditation. Many were not disciples, but admirers and devotees of Sri Chinmoy, who, over the years, had come to know Guru and were receptive to his message. We sat there and meditated in order to be receptive to our Guru’s message for the year to come.</p>
<p>Then there was silence, and Guru appeared on the stage. For more than one hour, he played the flute, the esraj, the harmonium; he sang several of his soulful compositions. He ended up with a sublime piano performance that electrified the atmosphere and the audience. Then he read the message for the New Year, and we were invited to go on stage and receive a copy of it, as well as an orange, directly from Guru’s hand. The girls went up first, and then the boys. I must have been in the first 20-25 boys.</p>
<p>When my turn came, Guru stopped the distribution, took an envelope from I-don’t-know-where, and handed it to me. Not realizing what was happening, I kind of pulled on the envelope, but Guru held on to it tightly, looked in my eyes, and offered me his sweetest smile. The world stopped. The crowd kept silent. Many people knew what was happening when they saw the envelope. I did not have a clue... Pulak was there and he took some pictures. (I am very thankful to him for having immortalized the occasion. I can now look at these special photos and remind myself of those beautiful moments...) Then Guru said:</p>
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<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/utsahi-name.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>I would like you to go home and meditate before opening this envelope. After 20 minutes of meditation, open the envelope, and then recite it <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_5lam9im" title="I still did not know what IT was..." href="#footnote2_5lam9im">2</a> one hundred times.</p>
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<p>Then he offered me his huge smile. I smiled in return. Then he let go of the envelope. I did not know what to say; I said nothing. Gradually, I realized what was happening. But it was too much, too fast, too intense. My heart was full of gratitude... I would need months thereafter to comprehend and digest what happened there in a split second. Slowly, the reality of what had happened started to sink in: Guru had given me my spiritual name, my soul’s name. I walked back to my place. People were happy, congratulating me. I was in bliss. But I had to wait another nine or ten long hours before I would know what my spiritual name was.</p>
<p>When we were in the car driving back home, I sat for a long time in the back seat with the envelope on my heart, cherishing the moment, heart full of gratitude, joy, bliss. Finally, we arrived in Ottawa. First, I had to do a few things in order not to ruin this special moment. I called my office and told them that something had unexpectedly happened and that I would come in later that day. Then I showered, sat at my altar, meditated as well as I could. And then the moment came. I opened the envelope and delicately took out a handwritten card, with three birds on top, on which Guru had written:</p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/storyimages/utsahi-spiritualname.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><strong>Utsāhi</strong></p>
<p>The seeker divine whose<br/>
Enthusiasm, eagerness and self-offering<br/>
In the inner world are tremendous<br/>
Is known as Utsāhi,<br/>
To please the Lord Supreme in His own Way.<br/>
I am very proud of you, Utsahi.</p>
<p><strong>Guru</strong><br/>
<em>Dec 2nd 1997</em></p>
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<p>And there were two more birds at the bottom, flying in the sky of eternity. At this point, I was a bird as well, flying with delight...</p>
<hr/>
<p>When I started on this spiritual journey, I was extremely shy and withdrawn, and felt unworthy of our Guru’s compassion. Also, from a tender age, I had been damaged by life experiences that left me deeply hurt and bearing a profound sadness. There was no way that I could consider myself worthy of God’s Grace. In addition, when I joined Guru’s path, language was also a problem: I could not express myself well in English.</p>
<p>But, over time, I realized that Guru cared for me – and for everyone around me as well – with great love, concern, and gratitude for all we did, no matter what our language barriers or other handicaps or past experiences. He looked at our hearts and not at our limitations! My growing realization of this fact eventually transformed the way I looked at myself. Depreciating myself and focusing on my bad qualities was not fair to anyone, including him, myself, and the Supreme. Thus, I gradually realized that the negative approach was the opposite of my soul’s inner cry and of my mission in life which, after I received my name, could be summarized by one word: enthusiasm. My journey’s goal became much simpler, yet very challenging: to manifest enthusiasm in my everyday life!</p>
<hr/>
<p>From now on, my purpose in life, the mission of my soul’s incarnation was clear: to be enthusiastic, to have enthusiasm. A simple life... Guru looked at my soul... He saw what I was here for... He offered it to me, and now it is my honor and duty to manifest enthusiasm...</p>
<p>Gratitude, Guru, for this unforgettable moment, gratitude for having awakened my dormant soul, gratitude, infinite gratitude... Some time later, at his house, I offered Guru one of his own talks, entitled “Gratitude". I printed it in the shape of a heart.</p>
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<figure class="right"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/utsahi/sri-chinmoy-gratitude.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with Utsahi's gift</figcaption>
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<p>Gratitude means<br/>
To become a flower in every part of<br/>
Your being: body, vital, mind and heart.<br/>
Everything in Your being will exist only as a flower.<br/>
There are 86,000 subtle nerves inside you, but there<br/>
Will not remain anything else except a flower.<br/>
You as an individual will become only a flower<br/>
To be placed at the Feet of the Supreme.<br/>
This flower is completely open;<br/>
All the petals are blossomed.<br/>
This is gratitude....</p>
<p>Inside the physical body there are thousands of nerves<br/>
And inside the subtle body there are thousands<br/>
Of subtle nerves.<br/>
When everything disappears, when you exist only<br/>
As a most beautiful flower and you feel that you<br/>
Are ready to be placed at the Feet of the Supreme:<br/>
That is gratitude.</p>
<p>But it may take hours,<br/>
Days, months, years or many incarnations<br/>
To come to that stage.<br/>
For one second of gratitude,<br/>
The preparation may take quite a few years.</p>
<p>So when I say<br/>
That gratitude is the most difficult thing<br/>
And the most important thing,<br/>
Please remember that I am referring<br/>
To this kind of gratitude.</p>
<p>When everything of yours has gone away,<br/>
When everything of yours has melted<br/>
And there only remains one flower,<br/>
When you remain only as a flower<br/>
Ready for worship,<br/>
And you have placed yourself<br/>
At the Feet of the Supreme:<br/>
That is gratitude.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_mf4llms" title="Flame-Waves, Part 12, New York : Agni Press, 1978, pp. 8-9" href="#footnote3_mf4llms">3</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_tm2xcwg"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_tm2xcwg">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/nym_1">Sri Chinmoy, New Year's Messages from Sri Chinmoy, 1966-1994, </a>Agni Press, 1994</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_5lam9im"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_5lam9im">2.</a> I still did not know what IT was...</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_mf4llms"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_mf4llms">3.</a> Flame-Waves, Part 12, New York : Agni Press, 1978, pp. 8-9</li>
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<h2>Call has come</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On our first trip to New York to see Sri Chinmoy, Professor Nasser and I drove together. It was a long trip, and we made it even longer by getting lost...we spent more than 15 hours on the road. Once we had arrived and taken a shower, we reconvened in what was called <em>Progress-Promise</em>, a large hall on top of a commercial building. As we went up the stairs, I was simply shocked by the incredible number of sneakers lined up along the stairway. The message was clear: Take your shoes off! But why did everyone wear sneakers? When I reached the function room, I immediately noticed that boys were sitting on one side and girls with saris were sitting on the other. Tired after this long trip, I sat on the floor and tried to empty my mind.</p>
<p>Suddenly, there was total silence. Guru Sri Chinmoy had arrived. He was poised, radiating a sublime sense of peace. He looked very serene. His eyes were very sharp, yet full of kindness. He sat down facing the audience and asked the newcomers to walk in front of him. I joined the twenty or so other seekers as we walked soulfully, hands folded, while the hundred or so disciples sang: <em>Dak eseche, Dak eseche... Call has come...</em></p>
<p>I did not understand much, but it was beautiful. It felt good, yet a little strange. All of this singing and blessing was a shock for a neophyte like me. Bowing in front of a Guru, folding our hands while walking, singing an incantation in a foreign language... my mind thought all this was too much! But again, the little voice inside me liked it; I listened to the inner voice and decided to continue. Needless to say, there was a special energy emanating from this room.</p>
<p>Nasser asked me (in French): Do you see all the light radiating from him? No, I don&rsquo;t see any light, I answered, with some envy. Nasser came from Tunisia and did not understand two words of English, but boy, was he ever receptive!</p>
<p>Coming home to Moncton after this weekend the same arguments went on within me. What are your priorities? What are your responsibilities? So I continued to be torn between the inner voice and the outer messages, torn between these two opposing forces. During the next couple of years, how many times did I drive to New York with words like this: &quot;This is my last time. It is too much. I have too much pressure, both from family and work. This spiritual life is not for me. I am coming this time to say: Thank you and farewell.&quot;</p>
<p>But after a few hours in the presence of Sri Chinmoy, everything would change. It seemed that, in silence, Sri Chinmoy could change my life&rsquo;s priorities, my way of thinking, the perception of who I was and what I needed. And miraculously, he would give me the strength to continue the journey. At the end of each visit, I was ready to face the music &ndash; stronger and more determined to continue exploring the spiritual life under his guidance... until the next crisis, of course!</p>
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<p>Inside you is God and the effulgence of divine light. You want to see light. Either you are trying to enter into the vastness of this light, or you are trying to bring to the fore the light that you already have.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/call-has-come">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The gazelle-guy</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p>Beyond speech and mind,<br/>
Into the river of ever-effulgent Light,<br/>
My heart dives.<br/>
Today, thousands of doors, closed for millennia,<br/>
Are opened wide.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_u9qzas4" title="Sri Chinmoy, Supreme, teach me how to surrender, 1975" href="#footnote1_u9qzas4">1</a></p>
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<p>&quot;You will like him,&quot; said Nasser, a Professor-colleague of mine at the University of Moncton in New Brunswick, a small province in eastern Canada. He was referring to the fact that every Sunday morning in the fall of 1986, one of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s students would drive from the Halifax meditation Centre &ndash; located two hours away &ndash; to offer his spiritual Master&rsquo;s message of inner peace and harmony to local seekers, inviting them at the same time to join Sri Chinmoy&#39;s &quot;Path of the Heart.&quot;</p>
<p>Seven or eight people would come and learn how to meditate; each session would end with a few treats that he would offer us. Strange to my eyes: he comes, pays all of his own expenses, never asks for a dime and offers us some food as well. Every week he also brings a few meditation books and tapes. No sales pressure, though: they are there for us to look at or to buy, if we choose to. He surely did not pay his trip expenses with the books sold during those September sessions!</p>
<p>That morning, as soon as he arrived in the classroom (which had been transformed into a meditation hall), he put a Transcendental Photograph of his Master, Sri Chinmoy (whom he referred to as Guru) on a small table in the University of Moncton&rsquo;s Education building. He set up another table with the books and tapes. Before settling down to meditate, though, he said something like: <em>I would like to stretch a little after such a drive. Why don&rsquo;t we all go for a run?</em></p>
<p>I thought this was a little bizarre, to say the least: we come here to learn how to meditate, and he takes us out for a run...this is crazy, was my mind&rsquo;s initial reaction. As usual in my case, the first reaction was not necessarily the most illumined one. But my heart&rsquo;s response was positive.</p>
<p>Seeing him run was a treat. He ran with such grace, such elegance, such light. Although I wasn&rsquo;t a runner at the time, I could appreciate the agility of what looked like a feather-like series of synchronized movements that he seemed to thoroughly enjoy. His feet barely touched the ground; he ran like a deer, or like a gazelle! (I learned later that Guru had told him he had been a gazelle in an earlier life.)</p>
<p>So my mind was judging his actions &ndash; and him as well &ndash; but my heart was opening up. How many times thereafter this kind of mind-heart dialogue occurred, I cannot say! My critical mind, coming from a human perspective or an academic viewpoint, would think: <em>These things are crazy</em>. A deeper voice, in loving silence, would whisper: <em>This is beautiful. It is the food my heart and soul need.</em> Gradually I was being introduced to the language of surrender.</p>
<p>But that Sunday morning, I was definitely not ready to surrender... Meditate, sure! Surrender? No way! So the idea, suggested the gazelle-runner, was to silence the mind, to transcend the mind and get to the heart, home of the soul. To go beyond... to dive into a river of spiritual consciousness. How? In silence, he suggested.</p>
<p>I went back home that Sunday morning with an audio tape by a female singing group from Sweden, whose voices made you believe, if you simply closed your eyes, that you were listening to angels descended directly from Heaven.</p>
<p>&quot;This meditation group offers free workshops,&quot; I told my family upon returning home to my suburban home. &quot;This is unbelievable!&quot; My wife replied, &quot;Are you sure this is not another gimmick, like that other meditation group we went to? Remember, we ended up paying $500 for the two mantras they gave us? And besides, we badly need this money to feed the kids.&quot;<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_1flgbqf" title="The purpose of reporting these anecdotes is not intended as any disparagement of my ex-wife. On the contrary, she remains a very good friend to this day. It is simply to illustrate the challenges faced by many people, including myself, when embarking upon a spiritual journey - questions from family, friends, and work colleagues are quite challenging, particularly in our Western world. These considerations make the initial commitment very difficult. I&rsquo;ve seen the same kind of problem come up with other seekers many times over the years." href="#footnote2_1flgbqf">2</a> She was right! We were not rich; I had just completed my doctoral thesis, and this five-year task, without a paying job, had been quite expensive. We needed money for our young children, the house, the car... But in my heart, I wanted to continue, to explore, at least, this message of inner peace.</p>
<p>So the following morning, before the kids got up (this had to be early, because our son was an early bird), I sneaked out of bed, went into the basement, created a little space in my office area, sat on the floor, and started reciting AUM, trying to empty my mind of all thoughts, like the running guy had suggested. I quickly realized that my mind was a bottomless source of ideas. One thought goes, one hundred others come... My preliminary conclusion: in my case at least, the unending parade of ceaseless thoughts is simply impossible to master.</p>
<p>And then the famous doubt-delegation poured in. <em>Yes, my family was right. This is nonsense. Plus, this cannot be free...</em> there is surely something fishy there. And so much for emptying the mind, anyway. After all, I need my mind. In my work as a professor, this gift-of-God mind is my bread and butter. In a university, the mind is king of kings. Plus, Descartes was right: &quot;I think, therefore I am.&quot; If you stop to consider it, there is not even an argument: God gave us this faculty so that we could put it to good use, constructing a logical world, full of enlightening discourses, deductions and conclusions. So much for a Sunday morning dream and the Monday morning wake-up... Except for the little voice, which came to me in the initial words of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s poem, <em>The Absolute</em>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>No mind, no form, I only exist<br/>
Now ceased all will and thought...<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_sjrukrl" title="Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972" href="#footnote3_sjrukrl">3</a></p>
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<p>No, we can&rsquo;t live without the mind, obviously. But then the inner voice responded: <em>Have a childlike heart. Remember how peaceful you were when you were a child, looking at a flower, looking at your mother. Be a seven-year-old child and see the world, see yourself, see others, with different eyes, the eyes of the heart.</em> So, on the following mornings, I continued to sit down and try to silence the mind. One of the joys of meditation was listening to the Swedish girls&rsquo; tape; these songs carried me to great experiences of light and bliss.</p>
<p>But my mind always came back with questions: <em>What the heck was the running freak talking about? It&rsquo;s time to return to real life...</em> the life where nothing is free. The kids need bread and butter. How can a meditation centre survive on selling a few books and tapes? Definitely, this stuff is not made for a married man, sole breadwinner of the family. In today&rsquo;s society, nothing is free. I thanked my family for bringing me back to reality. And it was true: how could this guy give away free the mantras of AUM, Shanti and Peace, offer free meditation classes, and afford a 400-km trip to talk to a few seekers on a Sunday morning?</p>
<p>No, I thought, I am not like Jonathan Livingston Seagull, who wanted to spend his life flying. I have to be in touch with reality, be a breadwinner and a responsible father. I travel so much. I attend meetings and conferences, here and there, all over the place. Besides all this, I have to admit that I find mental activity fulfilling... Better to just be realistic and stop this fantasy-world where you empty your mind of thoughts. Thoughts are needed for the world to evolve, for science to continue its progress... and for my ego to continue its journey towards becoming a full professor!</p>
<p>But still, I decided to continue to explore what the gazelle-guy had to offer. And a few weeks later, in spite of all my doubts and tribulations, I submitted an application to become Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s disciple. I wrote down a few words about my little self, the inner search that had been calling me for so long, my daily Hatha yoga exercises during the past ten years. As I learned later, the letter and a photograph of me were sent to Queens, New York, home of Sri Chinmoy. In late October of 1986, the answer came from Halifax: &quot;Congratulations, Sri Chinmoy has meditated on your photo and has accepted you as his disciple! You are invited to go to see him in Queens, very soon.&quot;</p>
<p>Oh, oh, another weekend away from home! This sounds great, but there is friction in the air. I am excited, but very apprehensive... A Guru in my life?</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The awakened consciousness of man is visibly tending towards the Divine. This is a most hopeful streak of light amidst the surrounding obscurities of today. This is a moment, not merely of joining hands, but of joining minds, hearts and souls. Across all physical and mental barriers between East and West, high above national standards, above even individual standards, will fly the supreme banner of Divine Oneness.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_z0pmzkq" title="Sri Chinmoy, Yoga and the Spiritual Life" href="#footnote4_z0pmzkq">4</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_u9qzas4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_u9qzas4">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sts">Sri Chinmoy, Supreme, teach me how to surrender, </a>1975</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_1flgbqf"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_1flgbqf">2.</a> The purpose of reporting these anecdotes is not intended as any disparagement of my ex-wife. On the contrary, she remains a very good friend to this day. It is simply to illustrate the challenges faced by many people, including myself, when embarking upon a spiritual journey - questions from family, friends, and work colleagues are quite challenging, particularly in our Western world. These considerations make the initial commitment very difficult. I&rsquo;ve seen the same kind of problem come up with other seekers many times over the years.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_sjrukrl"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_sjrukrl">3.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mf">Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, </a>Agni Press, 1972</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_z0pmzkq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_z0pmzkq">4.</a> Sri Chinmoy, Yoga and the Spiritual Life</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/gazelle-guy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Moments of Eternity: Utsahi&#039;s stories</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
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<p>Utsahi, you are a professor of life and a student of the heart. As a student of the heart, you are unique. As a professor of life, you are also unique. As a student of the heart, you are offering your soul’s fragrance to the world at large. As a professor of life, you are sleeplessly and breathlessly learning from the Lord the creation.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>At 40, Utsahi had accomplished many of his earthly dreams. A professor, a family man, he already had lots of opportunity for name and fame.</p>
<p>At the time, Utsahi was practicing yoga to better cope with his stressful life. A spiritual quest, let alone a Guru, were not part of his busy agenda. On the occasion of his 40th birthday, his yoga teacher told him: "<em>This can be a very special turning point in your life. At mid-point in your earthly journey, you now have realized your human goals. Now is a unique opportunity to embark on another challenge: focus on your inner life, and therefore become a spiritual being</em>."</p>
<p>The year was 1986; and this is the time when he first heard about Sri Chinmoy through one of his students. Shortly after having been accepted as his disciple, he went to New York to meet his Guru. This meeting transformed his life; from his given name Nérée, he became Utsahi and from earthly priorities, he gradually aspired to become a spiritual being.</p>
<p>Many of his priorities and aspirations changed as he became focused on his spiritual life, trying to harmonize the life of a professor and the search for his true goals in life. Gradually, he realized the meaning of what his Master told him: "You are a student of the heart and a professor of life."</p>
<p>After nearly thirty years of spiritual practice, Utsahi here presents some of the precious moments of a unique journey, from receiving his name to being lifted, expressed in the form of stories, dreams and poetry. The magnificence and challenges of leading a spiritual life are shown through these moments of eternity.</p>
<p>Utsahi is a professor at the School of Social Work, University of Ottawa. Through his job and the enterprises he owns, he has the opportunity to travel extensively. He has offered lectures and conferences on spirituality in many countries and has been an invited professor in Nepal, India and Australia.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/utsahis-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Communicating through Love and Light</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Since Guru&rsquo;s passing our life has changed 180 degrees in every way. Hiranmoyi and I have had to make many major life-decisions, without the benefit of Guru&rsquo;s outer advice (which Hiranmoyi always sought at every moment on every subject).</p>
<p>Words could not even describe the most amazing ways in which Guru has communicated to us both, simultaneously, through light whenever we have had to make an important decision. Not once or twice, but dozens of times over the past few years, Guru has been communicating through his love and his light in a very tangible and visible fashion, to both of us at the same time.</p>
<p>Guru&rsquo;s light and guidance is never far from his disciples&rsquo; crying hearts, and when we are in need he is always there. We could write a book of beautiful stories about how he has let his presence be known and his wishes be known in an unmistakable way (but people would probably just say it is our mental hallucination &ndash; so perhaps it&rsquo;s best to keep that book unpublished!).</p>
<p>Thank you, Guru, for being so close when we have needed you in so many ways.</p>
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<p>Nowadays I have new physical joys and challenges. As Guru always said, &quot;Never Give Up!&quot;. Right now as I sit celebrating my 79th birthday, I try to remain a child at heart.</p>
<p>There is an old saying, &ldquo;An apple a day keeps the doctor away&quot;, but in my case I welcomed the doctors that were sent my way. And in fact, in each case the Supreme made it clear that they were sent to play a specific role in my recovery because of their spiritual roots. Firstly, when I broke my hip and was trying to get into the rehabilitation hospital, the key doctor who made it possible turned out to be a close relative of a former disciple who had swum the Channel the same year that I did and whom I considered a friend.</p>
<p>Once I got into the next place, a young doctor with very long hair and a beautiful face became a daily visitor in my room, discussing all matters of spirituality. Both he and I waited with bated breath for our moments of inspiration. He recognized the Jharna-Kala pictures and the pictures of Guru in my room, because he and his wife were vegetarians and had frequented the Lotus-Heart-Blossoms restaurant here, and his wife played Guru&rsquo;s music in her yoga classes. The doctor had already, before he met me, obtained a recording of Guru reciting Everest-Aspiration, and he found it very deeply moving. The doctor had been hoping to start painting as a hobby, and for Christmas he sent me his first painting, which he said was inspired as he was listening to Everest-Aspiration. He attributed his beautiful painting to the blessings of meeting us and to the blessings of Guru.</p>
<p>In the continuing saga of spiritual doctors sent my way, the next doctor that was assigned to me said, &ldquo;This is a Sri Chinmoy room,&bdquo; when she saw all the Jharna-Kala and Guru&rsquo;s pictures. As it turned out, she had a very close association with our Centre several years ago. Can you imagine this &ndash; all the doctors that were sent my way had some close connection with Guru! I can only imagine the blessings they have received from Guru for their kindness to me.</p>
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<p>If it hadn&rsquo;t been for Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s mom and dad, I don&rsquo;t know where we would be today. If you want to talk about beautiful and divine stories, then there are no other people that deserve being part of this book more than Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s mom and dad. Some of you may recall the story in one of Guru&rsquo;s books of how Guru met Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s mom, dad and sister at the Taj Mahal on one of Guru&rsquo;s trips to India.</p>
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<p>A young Western woman came over to greet me, and told me that her sister Susan was my disciple. We have quite a few Susans on our path, so I asked, &ldquo;Susan who?&rdquo;</p>
<p>The answer came: &ldquo;Susan Elliott.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I know my disciples&rsquo; first names, but their surnames only God knows! &ldquo;Who is Susan Elliott?&rdquo; I asked myself.</p>
<p>Fortunately, the young woman added, &ldquo;She is from Canada.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Something within me said perhaps it was Susan and Vince. In the meantime Ranjana came over to me with the other woman. It turned out I was right, and this woman was Susan&rsquo;s mother.</p>
<p>I told her mother, &ldquo;Susan is very dear and close to me.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Her mother corrected me, &ldquo;You mean Susan and Vince!&rdquo;</p>
<p>I said, &ldquo;Yes, both Susan and Vince are very dear to me.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She was thrilled and excited to have met me there, and I too was very happy.</p>
<p>Over the years the disciples have given me thousands of gifts - good or bad, beautiful or ugly. But I remembered that a few years ago Susan&rsquo;s mother had sent Susan a shawl from India, which she had asked Susan to give me. I was blessing myself for remembering this! So I thanked her for the gift she had sent through her daughter. She was very happy.</p>
<p>Then she introduced me to her husband. While she was introducing me, she was so happy, thrilled and excited, but the husband - I have to be very frank - was stiff and uneasy; he was a little scared.</p>
<p>Susan&rsquo;s younger sister, Amy, was so happy and excited because she was the one who had been able to recognise me. How? Susan had sent her my picture. If she had sent the transcendental picture, perhaps her sister would not have recognised me. But Susan had sent a picture of me with my dogs, and Amy immediately recognised me from that picture. So you see, my transcendental picture is not the only one to send people. If you send more ordinary pictures, then immediately people can recognise me.</p>
<p>Can you imagine? Susan&rsquo;s family happened to be there on the same day and at the same hour as we were. Credit goes to my dogs, to Susan for sending the picture and to her sister, Amy.</p>
<p>Afterwards, Ranjana took a group picture of us, and then we all shook hands. Then Susan&rsquo;s father wanted to take a picture. While he was taking the picture, his consciousness started changing. He started to relax. After he took the picture, he was a totally different man - smiling and beaming with joy.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>story told on 4 April 1983</em><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_t23tewa" title="Sri Chinmoy, The world-experience-tree-climber, part 2, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_t23tewa">1</a></p>
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<p>After I broke my hip, Alan and Sylvia jumped into the fray with such kind, caring and never-ending self-offering to try to help me maximize my potential and help Hiranmoyi help me. Alan, who is a practicing physician, consulted with everyone he could and encouraged me like anything with exercises, crosswords and daily motivational pep talks to be sure I would keep moving forward. He sent messages to me that sounded exactly like what Guru would say to me under the circumstances. Alan would tell me to imagine the determination and will that it took when I set foot in the waters of Dover ready to swim the Channel. He acted like my coach every time I saw him.</p>
<p>Sylvia, who is a real sweetheart, stayed by my side for hours talking to me about beautiful things while Hiranmoyi took rest. For months now, she has been baking for me my favorite spinach casserole and anything else that I like in order to make me happy and prevent me from losing any more weight. At times, she would look through Guru&rsquo;s books and find poems or phrases that she thought would inspire me and then she would read them to me. Hiranmoyi, her mom and dad and I have been a real team &ndash; a divinely inspired team. Her parents are the most youthful, enthusiastic, spontaneous people in the whole world and they continue to make the loop to Kingston several times a month to bring me joy.</p>
<p>Whatever spiritual blessings are floating around the universe, I know they have already found their way to &quot;Mom and Dad&quot; a million times over!</p>
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<p>There is only one way I can look at my current situation: everything outer comes and goes. Our friends, our families, our physical strength and so on, all come and go. Even our ability to do the basic things of life that we always take so much for granted, like walking, eating and talking, may come and go. However, it is very interesting to be in the situation that I am in right now, where all of these physical things that I have always taken for granted, and so valued, are gradually (or not so gradually) being taken away from me. So much that I always have relied upon is gone.</p>
<p>Only one thing remains for me: my love of Guru remains as my beacon of light through my waking hours (and hopefully in my sleep). I have a DVD of Guru&#39;s Jharna-Kala artwork playing non-stop in my room when no other DVD is on, with Guru&rsquo;s music in the background. That is what I love most in my life. Guru and his music and his love for me and my love for him is what I now have. That is how kind Guru has been to me. He has taken away everything else and given me his all. I really do feel like a seven-year-old boy of the Supreme.</p>
<p>When we were brand-new disciples, Hiranmoyi had a dream in which Guru and I were wearing colored turbans, riding side by side on horseback. In the dream, Guru turned to ride up a hill and he called out to me, &ldquo;Follow me.&quot; I figure that I have been following Guru, my eternal friend, for some time now. This time round he has taken me on the ride of a lifetime.</p>
<p>Thank you, Guru, for making everything perfect for me in every way. I shall follow you eternally wherever you lead me, with deepest gratitude to my Master, my friend, my all.</p>
<p class="rteright">I am your<br/>
Trishakash</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_t23tewa"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_t23tewa">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/we_2">Sri Chinmoy, The world-experience-tree-climber, part 2, </a>Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/communicating-through-love-and-light">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My Life is Saved!</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One year I joined a team of boys who were hiking up a mountain in Slovenia. It was at the last minute that I decided to join the team. Unfortunately, being inexperienced in mountain hiking, I did not take sufficient water and I became dehydrated. The long and the short of it was that I had to be taken down off the mountain because I became so sick. I called Hiranmoyi and told her I was sick, but I myself didn&rsquo;t know how really sick I was.</p>
<p>Finally in desperation I called Vinodini in England and asked her if she thought there was any way that I could be airlifted to England. She became extremely worried and called Hiranmoyi, who raced to the Aspiration-Ground to tell Guru. Guru told Hiranmoyi to immediately go to Slovenia to get me and bring me home.</p>
<p>When Guru saw me the night I arrived in America, he told Hiranmoyi that there were death forces all around me and that I was not to see anyone or do anything for 13 days and nights. That night I thought I was having a heart attack and I was rushed to the hospital, although they found no evidence of anything. During this time, Guru told Hiranmoyi to pray for me with utmost devotion since I was too ill to pray myself.</p>
<p>Gradually I recovered and Guru later told the disciples that the Supreme had listened to Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s sincere prayers. I have never forgotten this experience and my gratitude to Guru (with a little help from Vinodini and Hiranmoyi!) for saving my life.</p>
<p>I forgot to mention something very important. I was in such a hurry to leave for the trip that I forgot to ask Guru if he felt it was appropriate for me to go at all. If you inwardly or outwardly have a Master, always seek his advice before doing anything &ndash; especially something so potentially dangerous!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-life-saved">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Life is a play</h2><div class="field-item"><figure class="right"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/trishakash/trishakash-hiranmoyi-play.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>I still love watching the Fawlty Towers videos, even though I’ve seen them so many times. For quite a few years I was in a play troupe that put on Fawlty Towers plays regularly at Aspiration-Ground. I played the Major, who was a fuddy-duddy fixture at the hotel and was always forgetting things! I had a ball practicing with the boys and I think Guru really appreciated our plays. I’m grateful to Guru for all his beautiful play experiences which brought me so much joy.</p>
<p>I was also in a very special play put on by Saurjya, whom I like very much. It was a musical with a very deep meaning about adopting children, and Saurjya gave me a beautiful singing role that thrilled me to the core. It took me back to my younger days playing summer stock. Acting always appealed to my "life is a play" philosophy. I am grateful to Guru for his play-world. Nowadays, I listen to Guru’s stories and plays and it gives me so much joy! Hearing Guru’s cute short stories actually inspired me to write the stories in this book.</p>
<h2>Circus</h2>
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<p>Guru loved the Madal Circus that we held every April and August Celebrations and I loved it too! Everybody had an opportunity to bring their hidden talents to the fore and to play with Guru and for Guru. I loved the joy of everything at the circus: the band, the laughter, the divine "acting out" – and don’t forget the hotdogs with sauerkraut, of which I averaged about ten each circus!</p>
<p>No one was more instrumental in bringing us joy at the circus than Charana, with his closing-act extravaganza that often surpassed Monty Python in its off-the-wall hilarity. I was always happy to be givena special crazy role to play in the production, and in between hotdogs I practiced almost the whole day on the act. I treasure my circus days with Charana, Ongkar, Kaivalya, Sanjaya and all the Brits and Scots and others. Such camaraderie I experienced! I really love those guys!</p>
<p>It was my favorite day of the year! I always looked forward to the act with Ongkar, Sanjaya and Kaivalya...and overall I think I just loved the joy that Guru created for us on that day. I waited for the moment when Guru would stand up and entertain us with "shooting hoops" or some other sport. Guru was our Supreme Entertainer – a subject which should, in itself, be an entire series of books! Most of all I loved watching Guru’s expressions of joy as the performers went through their acts. Guru loved us to be like seven-year-old children, and the circus was about as close as it gets to that!</p>
<p>I often drove those British boys to and from the airport at Celebration time and they would always bring me gourmet British tea or preserves. Hiranmoyi would always be on the lookout for those delicacies when I came home and she would try to get her hands on them. Of course, I always intended on giving them to her anyway!</p>
<h2>My Singing Career</h2>
<p>My memory for learning Guru’s songs is pathetic! After so many years, I just learned a handful of songs, so you can imagine how surprised I was when Guru put me into Sumadhur’s singing group. I had only been part of one group before, and that was Hashi’s group in South America on one Christmas Trip. I tried, I really did try to learn Guru’s songs, but even when Hiranmoyi would write down the words for me to peek at, I couldn’t even remember to do that!</p>
<p>So it was very fortunate that Guru put me into Sumadhur’s group, because the boys would come over to my house for practices and an automatic spin-off was that I heard so many songs that I was able to learn more of Guru’s songs. Guru commented on several occasions how the boys always practiced at my house and how I nicely served them hot drinks.</p>
<p>During one function at Aspiration-Ground, Guru called Sumadhur’s group to sing, but much to my surprise there were only two of us there. I bravely started <em>Nijhum Rate</em> and after we finished the song Guru said, “That is Hiranmoyi’s song!" I said, “I know, Guru!" That’s how smart and cute Guru is. He knows everything!</p>
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<h2>Trishakash is always happy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One day when Pulak was driving Guru to Aspiration- Ground, Guru saw me and said to Pulak, &ldquo;Trishakash is always happy.&bdquo; At another time Guru said about me that I always live in the heart. I may not know how I got there (in the heart) and I may not know how I stay there, but obviously Guru thinks it&rsquo;s a good thing, and I&rsquo;m very glad he put me there and keeps me there.</p>
<h2>The Heart of a Child</h2>
<p>I had a few opportunities to introduce my children to Guru and to disciples, although I wish the circumstances had allowed me to do it more often. However, on one special occasion, when Guru was in Seattle, I had the chance to be with my daughter and my granddaughter in Guru&rsquo;s presence.</p>
<p>Guru had beautiful pictures taken with himself and them, and he said lovely things to my granddaughter about her grandfather (me)! Guru said that her grandfather was always in the heart, filled with enthusiasm and dynamism like others far younger. He told her how proud he was of me!</p>
<h2>Guru loves generosity</h2>
<p>One day Hiranmoyi and I were having Sunday brunch at the place across from the old Madal Bal Bakery on Union Turnpike. While we were there, a group of about 10 disciple boys came in to celebrate one of their birthdays. They were having so much fun, and it gave me joy just to be there and appreciate their energy and dynamism. When we left I decided (based on Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s suggestion) that we should pay for all their meals, in oneness with the event.</p>
<p>Later that day, at Aspiration-Ground, Guru had obviously heard about what we did. He announced that he loved generous disciples and proceeded to thank us for our generosity.</p>
<p>God&rsquo;s Love for us is like that. We just have to take one tiny, baby step in any positive direction and He comes running to congratulate us for our monumental effort! No matter what tiny things we ever do, Guru rewards us, inwardly and outwardly, a million times over!</p>
<h2>Keenly Developed Prasad Intuition</h2>
<p>Especially during the days when Guru was at the tennis court for hours on end, he often joked that, during all the hours he was there, only a handful of disciples were visible and then, when prasad time came, all of a sudden disciples would emerge by the dozen. I was one of those fortunate disciples who, through years of practice, had a keenly developed sense of prasad timing. No matter what I was doing &ndash; and often I would be working at home &ndash; all of a sudden I would get an inner message that it was time for prasad, and I would act on it post- haste. At least 90% of the time, I would arrive at the exact time that prasad was being given. I am grateful to my Master for finding me in this way and guiding me to his blessings almost every time!!</p>
<h2>The Unspoken Things</h2>
<p>Many of these stories relate outer happenings with my Master that are incredible to my ears even while I recount them. These outer blessings from the Master do not compare in number or significance to the hundreds and thousands of unspoken inner communications between my Master and me.</p>
<p>How many times have I come in a very ordinary frame of mind to see Guru at a function, only to walk past Guru, who always seemed to know the perfect smile or glance which would uplift my consciousness in a matter of fleeting seconds and commu- nicate in silence the deep oneness that we two share. Even thinking a spiritual thought about Guru (or any spiritual thought, for that matter) almost immediately brings the Master&rsquo;s presence into your life.</p>
<p>This inner knowing of Guru, this oneness-play between Master and disciple, transcends earthly limits and exists in eternal time. This is the beautiful thing about Guru. His presence is all-where, then and now! It is for those of us who were fortunate enough to play and dance with him on the earthly plane. And it is for those who may never have seen him physically, but are one with him in the inner plane of consciousness. Our Guru is for all!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/trishakash-always-happy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;There is nobody on earth who would not be proud of you&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One Saturday I was in New York, race-walking the Saturday two-mile race, which used to be called <em>Runners Are Smilers</em>. As usual, I finished after most of the others, and as usual, Guru had already given the after-race prayer, and a special prasad for the children’s singing group was underway. I paused for a moment looking at everything, and the thought silently came to my mind, "This is really a path for younger people, not for someone old like me."</p>
<p>Well, watch what you think, if Guru is your Master! When I came to Guru’s side of the street, Guru called me over (having read my mind) and said that, from now on, I would be an honorary member of the little girl children singers’ group and that, whenever Guru gave prasad to them, I should also come! Can you imagine Guru’s beautiful response to my own thoughts? Guru could not let a thought like that go unanswered.</p>
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<p>On the Christmas Trip in 2006, I arrived in Malaysia the night before my birthday. The day before my arrival, Guru had had a push-up competition for his guards and honored the "super-excellent" winners of the competition.</p>
<p>When I arrived in the function room on my birthday, Guru asked me if I was going to compete with those boys. Luckily, I had been practicing push-ups, so of course, I rolled up my white birthday kurta sleeves and began my push-up challenge.</p>
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<p>The whole function room of disciples was encouraging me and cheering like anything, and at the end of it all I was successful and Guru said my form was excellent. Guru gave a beautiful talk, which I have on tape, during which Guru compassionately said that I was in the same class as the super-excellent much younger boys. Guru had my picture taken with all those other boys!</p>
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<p>Boy, Guru really knows how to make a guy feel divinely good on his birthday! He set that up just so that he could then compliment me like anything. Later that day, I was in a play at the evening function in which I enthusiastically (and maybe a little stupidly) did a handstand on a chair. Guru later commented on this also. Guru is like that. He bestows gifts on us and then compliments us for his own gifts! That’s our Guru!</p>
<p>After my birthday meditation, Guru told me that there was nobody on earth who would not be proud of me. He told me that I was a treasure in his family.</p>
<p>Hiranmoyi says that I shouldn’t feel embarrassed saying all these beautiful things that Guru told me. I treasure Guru’s words to me so deeply that I repeat them daily like a mantra. Repeating them in these stories is another way of telling Guru how much I treasure all he has done and is doing for me.</p>
<p>All this goes to prove that Guru has kept me as dynamic and childlike and enthusiastic for as long as possible. And I am grateful to Guru for all the joy he has brought me along the way!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/there-nobody-earth-who-would-not-be-proud-you">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The soul&#039;s reality</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p>When I was meditating early this morning, at exactly a quarter to three Trishakash&rsquo;s soul came to me for very special blessings. So I blessed and blessed his soul, pouring utmost divine light into it. I was very pleased with how much his soul received. When his blessing was over, I blessed other souls.</p>
<p>Shortly before 5:30, I went out for a run. As soon as I came out of my house, I said to myself, &ldquo;How I wish Trishakash would come down this weekend so I can tell him the juicy story about this morning&rsquo;s blessing.&rdquo;</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>31 January 1986</em> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_j2tyae8" title="Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 18, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_j2tyae8">1</a></p>
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<p>One night I drove down to New York and arrived at about 6 a.m. on my birthday. I was driving up 150th Street when, much to my glee, I saw Guru out walking. My joy knew no bounds and I hopped out of the car and called to Guru, &ldquo;Hi, Guru!&quot;</p>
<p>Guru waved and later that day told the story several times to groups of disciples. He said that, several hours before he saw me outwardly, my soul had come to him for soul&rsquo;s day blessings. Then, voilà! There I appeared in person. This gave me such joy on my birthday!</p>
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<p>As usual, I began running on the edge of the street because the asphalt is softer than the cement sidewalk. When I reached my 300-metre mark on 150th Street, all of a sudden I saw a car come to a stop very close to me.</p>
<p>A very tall, strong man came out of the car. O God, it was Trishakash! What was he doing there in Queens at that hour of the morning!</p>
<p>Another disciple, a young boy, was in the car. He was astonished to see me at that hour. They had both just arrived from Canada.</p>
<p>Trishakash screamed, &ldquo;O Guru!&rdquo;</p>
<p>He was standing on one side of the car, and I was standing on the other. I was shouting at him &mdash; as if he were deaf &mdash; telling him the story about his soul.</p>
<p>When I was looking at him, I was seeing not his body but his soul; his soul was on his face. His face, his eyes, his ear &mdash; everything &mdash; was all soul!</p>
<p>So you see, there is something called the soul. You have to believe it! The body is unreal, but the soul is so real. The real thing you do not see or value. But when the real thing is pleased with you, then it is something! And when the real thing is displeased with you, at that time everything in the inner world is dislocated.</p>
<p>So today Trishakash&rsquo;s soul was very pleased with him.</p>
<p>He told me, &ldquo;O Guru, today is my birthday.&rdquo; A few days ago I had known his birthday was coming soon, but this morning, when his soul had come to me, it was not in my mind.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>31 January 1986</em> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_u4xju3u" title="Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 18, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote1_j2tyae8">1</a></p>
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<p>It is amazing and beautiful to know that there is a part of our being, the soul, which is a spark of light from the Divine. This Inner Pilot of ours leads and guides us and answers our every need if we really aspire for something higher and deeper in life than what meets the naked eye.</p>
<p>How far I have come from the eternal skeptic that I once was!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_j2tyae8"><a href="#footnoteref1_j2tyae8" class="footnote-label">1.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref1_j2tyae8">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref1_u4xju3u">b.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_18">Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 18, </a>Agni Press, 1996</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/souls-reality">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The joy of physical activity</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The joy of physical activity has followed me right from my days in the RCMP, and every phase of my life is marked by some kind of sport or activity that gave me tremendous joy. As a member of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team I was never without opportunity for ever-new experiences in the running world, weightlifting and push-up competitions.</p>
<p>But one of my greatest privileges in this area is the fact that Sri Chinmoy and I were in the same age category, there being only six months’ difference in our age. This meant that in many events Guru and I would be in the same race. It all started with the <em>Green Leaves and Ripe Fruits</em> two-mile races in Flushing Meadows Park, during which so many times Guru and I were running together, even side by side. Guru would inevitably win, but my joy in running with Guru cannot be expressed in words.</p>
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<p>In today’s eight-hundred-metre Green Leaves and Ripe Fruits race for men and women over fifty, Vince and I were going slowly and only keeping pace with Ilona during the first four hundred metres. But we knew that we would end up going ahead of her. After four hundred metres we started widening the gap, and Ilona fell behind us by a big margin. Whenever I increased my speed, Vince would increase his speed. In the last hundred metres we had a wonderful fight. I won by only one second.</p>
<p>I was planning to walk the whole race, but then Vince would have had no other competitor, except for a few ladies.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>12 April 1982 </em><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_t9snc12" title="Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 10, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_t9snc12">1</a></p>
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<p>Even as I write these stories, I just watched a DVD of Guru’s 100m races, and I couldn’t believe it when I saw myself running beside Guru in three consecutive races on this video. What a lucky guy I am!</p>
<p>My greatest joy was before one of the April Celebrations when Guru organized a run, country against country. Guru also had his own team and I was a member of Guru’s team. He had special T-shirts printed for us. Can you imagine being a member of Guru’s team? I even have a picture to remember this beautiful experience.</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/trishakash/trishakash-sri-chinmoy-relay.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<h2>One of the most memorable moments of my life</h2>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/trishakash/sri-chinmoy-trishakash-meditation.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />One day I was out running. Still hot and sweating from the run, I came by the tennis court and saw Guru sitting in the driveway. Guru called me over and asked me to kneel before him on the towel at Guru’s feet. We meditated together for what seemed like an eternity. It was one of the most memorable moments of my life. Afterwards Guru gave me a most spiritually significant message that I have told only to Hiranmoyi. Thanks to one of the kind photographers, I have a photo of this amazing experience that happened when it was least expected.</p>
<h2>Memorable Marathons</h2>
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<figcaption>After the Self-Transcendence Marathon in upstate New York</figcaption>
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<p>I think that I must have run or race-walked well over 20 marathons over the course of my running days. These were all wonderful memories because Guru was present during almost all of them. The New York City Marathon was the grandest of all marathons for many reasons, but mostly because Guru was always there sitting beside the road, handing out his blessings in the form of prasad and smiling with such compassion and pride.</p>
<p>My first marathon experience was one of the most memorable, as it was the Inspiration Marathon put on by our marathon team in February somewhere outside New York. Every year we all used to arrive on Friday night, and after a function with Guru we would all bunk up in a small hotel. In the morning the marathon experience would begin. Often the weather was quite cold and snowy, but every time we ran this marathon it was a fantastic experience and adventure with Guru. When I finished my first marathon, Shatapatri presented me with a little toy doggy that she had found and that doggy became my mascot. I kept it in the car above the mirror for about 25 years, and it is now in my bedroom. Many other marathons we ran, but the Inspiration Marathon was a special time!</p>
<h2>The 24-Hour Challenge</h2>
<p>I had already run many New York City Marathons as well as other marathons, and two or three 47-mile runs, but I wanted to challenge myself to a longer ultra-marathon. I was in pretty good shape (for me) because I had been doing interval training with the Lions Club running group every day. I had also participated in shorter races with various masters meets. So the idea of a 24-hour run that was being held by our marathon running team at the Terry Fox Stadium in Ottawa attracted my attention. I wasn’t nervous about it because I had planned my strategy very carefully: run one lap and then walk one lap. As it turned out, this simple strategy kept me feeling energetic and allowed me to do 92 1⁄2 miles in 24 hours. I felt terrific about this achievement. I attribute my success to the encouragement of the disciples at the event. It was a very meditative experience as well because I chanted “Never give up!„ and “Supreme„ the whole way. How proud my soul was of me! I could really feel it after the run and the feeling of elation lasted for a long time. I would never in a million years have thought of participating in such an event if it had not been for Guru’s inspiration. How much joy it brought me! Even now when I think of it, I smile with gratitude to Guru.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy and Trishakash compete in a Masters' Games event in California.</figcaption>
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<h2>Enthusiastically participating</h2>
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<figcaption>Trishakash catches some prasad from the MAster</figcaption>
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<p>Even after I lost sight in one eye, I still tried to fulfill Guru’s comments about me and continued to walk the 3100-mile race course and around the Divine Enterprises while Guru was driving in the morning. I think Guru always appreciated that, in spite of my physical difficulties, I was enthusiastically participating as I had always done. Often Guru would stop while driving to give special <em>prasad</em>, and I would really treasure those tasty blessed morsels!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_t9snc12"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_t9snc12">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_10">Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 10, </a>Agni Press, 1983</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/joy-physical-activity">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Receiving my spiritual name</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I was coming back from one of my trips to Germany with Guru. At some point I was talking to the stewardess about spirituality and I saw that Guru was standing there, but I wasn&rsquo;t sure why Guru was there, so I just continued my conversation with the stewardess. Then, when I finished, Guru came over to me with a piece of paper in his hand. He put the piece of paper on my heart and meditated very deeply with me. Receiving my name from Guru that day was by far one of the most profound meditative experiences of my life. Then Guru showed me my spiritual name and went back to his seat.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, I learned that Utthal had taken a map to the pilot and asked the pilot to indicate where in the air we were at the time that Guru gave me my name. Utthal then took the map to Guru, and I think he asked Guru to sign it. Guru asked Utthal to give me another piece of paper, on which Guru elaborated the meaning of my name. Guru&rsquo;s new meaning was:</p>
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<p>&quot;Trishakash: vastness splendour sky-thirst of your aspiration-heart is pleasing and will please the Lord Beloved Supreme in His own Way.&quot;</p>
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<p>There the story does not yet finish, because after we exited the plane and Guru was walking down the ramp in the airport, Guru saw me. He told me something very special about the meditation that we two had had together on the plane. I have never forgotten those words.</p>
<h2>My Trishakash</h2>
<p>One time Guru was talking about people who asked him for advice, sometimes about the most minute aspects of daily living. Guru said that the only person who had never asked him for anything was Trishakash. I never asked Guru for anything because I always felt that Guru was my dear friend and that, as a dear friend, he would know what I needed. I never expected anything from Guru, specifically, but whenever Guru said anything about me or to me, I valued it as a treasure. Even to this day, I have all the words that Guru said to me written down and I read and recite these words often and I let them grow with gratitude in my heart. I also read what Guru has said to me to other people whenever I get the chance, because I am so proud to have known Guru as intimately as I have.</p>
<p>On one of my birthdays, which was celebrated at the Aspiration-Ground after the Christmas Trip, Guru said to me, &quot;My Trishakash.&quot; These words have always remained as a mantra to remind me of my close relationship with my Master. Even when people sometimes criticized me for not being spiritual in everyone else&rsquo;s way, I would remember Guru&rsquo;s words, &quot;My Trishakash&quot; and I would feel that Guru was happy with me just the way I was.</p>
<p>In Malaysia on the Christmas Trip in 2006, on my birthday, Guru composed a song in my honor. In the song were the words, <em>Ami Trishakash</em> (&quot;I am Trishakash&quot; in the Bengali language), recalling the words that I had been chanting all those years. How grateful I am for the everlasting relationship with Guru, my Master, which far transcends the outer spoken words.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/recieving-my-spiritual-name">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>If you have the capacity, don&#039;t wait for the future</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One year, when I was about fifty-four years old, I went with Guru on a Peace Concert trip to Germany, and at one of the evening functions, I came in right at the end of the function when <em>prasad</em> was being given by Guru.</p>
<p>I was not aware of any previous conversations with Guru in the room, so when I went up to take prasad, I didn’t know what Guru meant when he said to me, “What about you, Vince?" And I said, “What about me, what, Guru?" And Guru said, “What about you swimming the Channel?" And I replied, “Maybe in some other incarnation, Guru." Guru simply said, “When you have the capacity, don’t wait for the future."</p>
<p>That was all I needed to hear from my Master, as he knew my capacity and destiny better than I did. So began my Channel swimming experience, which ranks right up there as one of the most significant and beautiful happenings of my life with Guru.</p>
<h2>Three Years of Pure Joy</h2>
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<figcaption>Covered in 'Channel grease'</figcaption>
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<p>One of the most special times of my life was spent in training to swim the Channel. I loved the challenge and the discipline of the daily three-hour swims in a pool, which increased to seven to ten hours closer to the event. I enjoyed the advice and inspiration of my swim coach, Trevor Tiffany, and the other disciples who were also Channel swimmers. I loved the meditative rhythm of being in the water for so long. It was such an opportunity to really get into a “zone" in which you could go far beyond the mind and become one with the endless flow of the universe. This is really true of any ultra-distance sport. Chanting while swimming was a great help!</p>
<p>Guru’s song <em>I Must Never Give Up</em> applies to my Channel experiences, as the saga continued for three wonderful years, which I thoroughly enjoyed! After the first year of training, I lasted only five hours in the 57-degree water. I was really too thin at 6’ 3" and 165 pounds to bear the cold, and as a result I got hypothermia. When you swim the Channel you are only allowed to grease yourself with a layer of lanolin and paraffin to protect you from the cold, as no wetsuits are allowed.</p>
<p>The next year of training included the challenge of gaining 30 pounds or so – no mean feat when you are exercising as much as I was. Thanks to an insane dietary regimen that included pouring whipping cream on cereal and eating myself “under the table," I made it to 195 pounds and headed to Dover for my second attempt. This second time, while training in the Dover waters, I tripped on rocks while entering, and broke a rib. If something is not meant to be, it just doesn’t happen!</p>
<p>In the third year of training my long swims took place in a lake at our cottage. The cottagers said they didn’t need an alarm clock because they could hear the slap of my arms hitting the quiet morning waters at about 5:30 a.m. They loved me, at that early hour, I’m sure! Sometimes the loons joined me in my swim. What a beautiful, sweet experience it was!</p>
<p>Finally, after year three of perfecting my training regime and enjoying the physical and spiritual discipline, I did it! I really did it! The Supreme swam in and through me for 15 hours and 50 minutes from the shores of Dover to Calais, France. I chanted the whole way. I drank a concoction of maple syrup, aspirin, and other secret ingredients that even I cannot remember! My boat pilot, who accompanied me for all of my swims, was Dave White. I am eternally grateful for his professional navigation and for his friendship and that of his wife, who was the official Channel Swimming Association observer. I was especially grateful when I learned that the reason the whole crew at one point was standing on the side of the boat with poles raised was to fight off the large fish, “rays" that were once seen following me!</p>
<p>The final feat of self-transcendence was that when I finally reached the shores of Calais, elated but exhausted fifteen and some hours later, it was too rough and too shallow for the boat to pick me up. I had to put one hand in front of the other and swim back to the boat. That was the longest 1 km that I ever swam in my life!</p>
<p>Thank you, Guru, for swimming in and through me and allowing me the honor of being the oldest known Canadian to swim the English Channel – a record that has held for 20 years. Guru knew that swimming the Channel would be one of the highlights of my entire life.</p>
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<h2>Driving to see our Master</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On Friday evening after finishing work in the government, we would change our clothes at a community centre and with a car (which we termed the &quot;divinemobile&quot;) often packed with other disciples and their children sprawled across our laps, we would head down for the ten- to twelve-hour drive to New York (depending on how many long stops we made).</p>
<p>In the early days of our discipleship on Guru&rsquo;s path in the 1980s, Guru was running many of the races with other running groups. We never knew exactly where Guru would be on Saturday morning, but we would call ahead and often drive to whatever race Guru was running. We never had directions but somehow we would just drive around looking for Guru until he got us to the right place at the right time. We would literally crawl out of the car, having driven all night, put our running shoes on and line up at the starting line with Guru and run whatever race Guru was running.</p>
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<p>The 10-kilometre race in Prospect Park was supposed to start at 10:00, but it started at 11:10. When the police came, I thought they were going to disperse us and throw us out. But then they made an announcement that when the police car came a second time, the race would start.</p>
<p>When we started the race, I was absolutely the last person. A young girl went ahead of me and told me that she was not going to be last. What an insult! But after two or three hundred metres, she surrendered.</p>
<p>Then, after 600 metres, whom did I see? Vince! He was my first rival. I was watching him and watching him, following him very faithfully. After 1200 metres I saluted him and passed him.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>4 June 1983 </em><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_oomotqx" title="Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 14, Agni Press, 1985" href="#footnote1_oomotqx">1</a></p>
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<p>A number of times after the run Guru would go to a mall. I recall that often we only knew he was going to a mall, but we had no idea what mall it was! Again we would set out looking for Guru, and inevitably Guru would round us all up in the same place, lining the hallway of the mall, enjoying our Guru in this unique way. The weekend would often entail one other race the next day and a spiritual function with medi- tation, songs and plays on Saturday and Sunday afternoons and evenings. After the Sunday night function at Progress-Promise&quot; we would all pile back in the car for the drive back home, filled to the brim with joy and spiritual fullness of heart. Then we would crawl out of the car and go to work Monday morning only to repeat the weekly sojourn to NY the next weekend.</p>
<p>We were really blessed by these experiences and Guru never ceased to compliment the Canadians for their devotion to their spiritual lives and to their Guru. There are many stories that could be told about would-be accidents that never occurred thanks to the divine Grace.</p>
<p>During those years we really learned the value of self-transcendence on Guru&rsquo;s spiritual path. This was only one of the myriad ways that Guru encouraged all of us to go beyond our present capacities. Every time I extended myself for a spiritual cause, I always felt a new, clear energy and freedom. Self-transcendence is definitely one of the most important concepts that Guru made very real in our lives and which I really try to continue practicing to this day!</p>
<p>Not only did we drive to New York and back almost every weekend for ten years, but often we followed Guru on his American concert tours, for example to Chicago, Rhode Island, Boston, Philadelphia and so on, almost always with very sketchy directions, at best. Most of the time it was better to have no directions at all than the ones disciples typed out for us! Paramita once suggested, on our way to Chicago, that a real map might come in handy. I figured that any RCMP officer worth his salt didn&rsquo;t need a map! Anyway, through thousands of miles of driving through sleet and snow, Guru always seemed to get us where we needed to go, map or not.</p>
<p>I never knew that my RCMP days of driving around looking for speeders and other law-breakers would take a spiritual turn. Never did I dream that years later I would be driving literally tens of thousands of miles a year looking for my spiritual Guru.</p>
<h2>&#39;The Banana&nbsp;Scouts&#39; for the Canoe Trip</h2>
<p>One year, Paramita was looking for a new venue for camping for our annual Canadian canoe trio and I knew of a river in New Brunswick that, from what I remembered, might be the perfect camping place. So Hiranmoyi and I drove to Edmunson, New Brunswick, with the &#39;yellow banana&#39; canoe on our roof rack. There we hooked up with the park warden, and he explained that the river was now faster-moving than it used to be. We decided, in spite of the river&rsquo;s conditions, to scout it out anyway for a canoe trip. He took us to an entry point and we arranged to have him pick us up in a couple of days. Then the fun began!</p>
<p>Let&rsquo;s just put it this way: we were caught in the flow of a set of rapids and we were almost capsized on many occasions. As I recall, Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s contribution to the effort was chanting &ldquo;Supreme, Supreme, Supreme&quot; at least a thousand times, while I hopped in and out trying to prevent the canoe from capsizing in the rapids. At some point we ended up in a fishing camp where the water was very still, and we rested for the night. We arrived back at our van two days later completely exhausted from the entire undertaking, and needless to say we had long before concluded that this was not an option for the canoe trip!</p>
<p>Now the story continues. About ten minutes after we got into the car, leave it to Hiranmoyi to say, &ldquo;How far is it from here to New York?&quot; I replied, &ldquo;At least 15 hours.&quot; Without missing a beat, and with the canoe on the car roof, we called Ashrita to find out what was happening the next day in New York and then left from Fredericton. We drove all night until we reached a park outside Queens, where Guru was running a half-marathon. We spotted Niriha&rsquo;s head poking out of a car with her camera, and then we knew we were in the right place. We dragged ourselves out of the car, put on our shoes and Hiranmoyi joined the start of the run and completed it.</p>
<p>Her time for the half-marathon was 2:11! We were later told that, at the start, Guru had seen us and said, &ldquo;I thought Vince and Susan were in Canada this weekend.&quot; That&rsquo;s how much aspiration and energy we had in those days &ndash; we would just pick up and do the impossible whenever we received an inner prompting from Guru!</p>
<h2>Saved by an Inner Voice</h2>
<p>One day we were coming back to Queens, driving along the Grand Central service road, when I clearly heard Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s voice scream, &ldquo;Vince, turn now!&quot; Acting upon her command, I swerved the car to the right and prevented a car that was running a red light from hitting me broadside on the driver&rsquo;s side. Hiranmoyi knew nothing about the oncoming car, nor did she outwardly call out to me, but the Supreme used her voice to warn me of impending disaster. Our car had minor damage, but nothing like it would have been. Very shaken, we immediately parked the car and inwardly expressed our sincere gratitude for having been saved in such a miraculous way.</p>
<h2>A $1 Bill Means a Million!</h2>
<p>In the early days I used to drive all night to New York and then come in to the Smile of the Beyond to peel vegetables at 4 or 5 a.m. Since I was a (very part-time) Smile worker, I had the privilege of passing by Guru when he was visiting the Smile and putting out my hand like the other boys did. Guru pressed a new $1 bill in my hand. I literally felt like a 7-year-old boy with a million bucks!</p>
<h2>A Grown Man Forced to the Point of Tears</h2>
<p>For the last ten years of working in the government, all I could think of was our comings and goings to New York or wherever Guru was in the world. One time, as a 50-year-old, I sat in front of my boss and actually cried when he told me that I could not take time off work to go to the spiritual retreat or &ldquo;Celebrations.&quot; My boss finally let me go, but he told me that I would have to quit my job if any problems with &ldquo;the system&quot; for which I was responsible occurred in my absence. Fortunately nothing happened, which just goes to prove that, if you do the right thing, everything else falls into place.</p>
<p>I was able to take early retirement from the government at the age of 54, and shortly after that Guru gave me a new job, a much more desirable and challenging job, when he told me to swim the English Channel. No retirement for me!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_oomotqx"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_oomotqx">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_14">Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 14, </a>Agni Press, 1985</li>
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<h2>How Guru &#039;roped me in&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Guru has often said that he knows us better than we know ourselves, and this is no better illustrated than by the manner in which Guru brought Hiranmoyi and me to the path. We were both working in the Canadian government in Ottawa and I was nearing the time that I would be able to retire at the age of 55. I was basically biding my time until that date came, having long since tired of the red tape that was required to get anything done.</p>
<p>I was working as a management systems consultant within my department when one day my boss approached me to inquire if I would like a new staff member either in the systems area or in the field of editing. As I was about to write a big report, I selected the editing assistant and before I knew it, there was this young girl reporting for duty.</p>
<p>Little did I know that the appearance of this girl also marked the beginning of an incredible spiritual adventure the likes of which I could not have dreamed up in my wildest dreams! This girl was none other than Hladini. In those days, my interest in my work was not nearly as keen as my enjoyment of the very long daily conversations I had with Hladini about spirituality. She was very forthcoming about all nature of things about her spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy, his path, going to New York to visit him and even details about her own personal relationship with her Guru.</p>
<p>In those days, Hiranmoyi and I lived outside Ottawa in a home on the Ottawa River, and every evening when I picked Hiranmoyi up from her job in the government, Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s first words would be, &ldquo;So what did she (meaning Hladini) say today?&quot; I would recount to Hiranmoyi everything I could remember and she would send me back with questions to ask Hladini the next day. For example, one time I remember Hladini told me that she had had a private interview with Guru and when I told this to Hiranmoyi, she wanted me to find out in every detail exactly what the Guru had said and then what Hladini had said!</p>
<p>This went on for a few months and then one day Hladini gave me a brochure that Utthal had printed beautifully at his printing press, announcing a meditation class that he was giving (his first and possibly only class). On our way home that night, I remembered the brochure and handed it to Hiranmoyi. She was working in the management training area and was used to seeing professional brochures. When she saw this most exquisite brochure with many colored pictures of Guru, she thought that she must be the only person in the world that had not heard of Sri Chinmoy. She called out, &ldquo;Stop the car! This class begins at the university in fifteen minutes, and we have to go!&quot; So I stopped the car and turned around and drove back to town to the class.</p>
<p>Hiranmoyi will have to reveal in her story what happened to her at Utthal&rsquo;s class, but needless to say she immediately fell in love with Guru&rsquo;s path. Our outer spiritual history then began, thanks to Hladini and to Utthal&rsquo;s professional brochures. Utthal told us that the brochures had cost him $1400.00 to print, and since he got both Hiranmoyi and me as disciples, we cost him $700.00 each!</p>
<h2>I meet my Master</h2>
<p>The timing was perfect when I met my Master. We had only been to a few meditation classes, but Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s mother had recently travelled from Nepal, where she and Hiranmoyi&rsquo;s dad were living at the time, to India, to see a spiritual Master. She had brought back books translated into English which I had read. In the back of my mind I was thinking that she had gone to visit a spiritual Master and so would I.</p>
<p>The first time I met Guru was in Burlington, Vermont, at a concert Guru was giving the night before a Sri Chinmoy Marathon race. I remember seeing the disciples sitting in the auditorium, with all energy so focused on Guru. I was a little surprised to see the boys all in white and the girls in saris, and I definitely didn&rsquo;t know what to make of all the folded hands while they were meditating. The first time I saw Guru, I had a very sure feeling that I was exactly where I was meant to be and that my life was about to change in amazing ways! When Guru played the esraj, I was captivated in a way that I cannot really describe. We left before the race the next morning, but I knew that a very significant moment in our lives had just happened.</p>
<p>One thing led to another, and we sent our pictures and a letter to Guru to ask if we could become disciples. When we were asked if we would like to become disciples of Sri Chinmoy, we were very honored. Neither one of us thought that we would become anybody&rsquo;s disciple, especially Hiranmoyi, who thought that Guru would not accept people like us, because we knew so little about spirituality.</p>
<p>On the night Guru accepted us, I shot bolt upright in bed at about 3 a.m. and I could tangibly feel Guru&rsquo;s presence right there in the room. It was an amazing experience and I knew right then that Guru had accepted us.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-guru-roped-me">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Early days</h2><div class="field-item"><p>All my life I have had too many names! I was born in Windsor, Ontario in 1932 of parents who had emigrated from Slovenia when they were in their 20s. When I was born, I was christened Srecko Vincent, following my Slovenian heritage. Then when I went to be enrolled in school, the teacher said that they couldn’t call me Srecko because the kids would make fun of me. The teacher asked my mother what the English translation of Srecko would be and my mother said Felix. The teacher interpreted what my mother said (with her strong accent) as Phillip. Hence my new name at school was Phillip and soon even my family called me Phillip. This was not to last forever, because when I joined the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and had to present authentic identification, my name again was Srecko Vincent and I became known as Vince, except when I was sent official documents, in which case I was Srecko.</p>
<p>Little did I know that much later I would become Trishakash, my spiritual name, which is the subject of a later story. Even today, I am known by my friends and some family as Trishakash, by most others as Vince and in some cases Phillip, and by the government as Srecko. If you wonder why I am confused as to who I am, now you know!</p>
<h2>The Pot-Bellied Stove</h2>
<p>When I think of my years growing up, I have fond memories of my mother and father and of the things we did together. The first memory I have is a beautiful and loving memory of my mother, who, early in the morning in the winter, would warm a flannelette blanket by the pot-bellied stove, and then come into our rooms, and pick us up out of bed with the warm blanket and sit us by the stove for breakfast. What luxury and love! Other memories that have lasted the decades include the family Christmas tree that had actual, real candles that we would burn (there was always a pail of water available by the tree in case of an accident). Even though we didn’t have much money, every payday Dad would buy fruit or some special candy for my mother, who would in turn share it with my brother, my sister and me. We would watch out the window for Dad to come with those tasty treats!</p>
<p>Mom would bake special breads every Saturday, and we would wait for that bread to come hot out of the oven and have it sliced, with real homemade butter. It was always a family “ceremony" of sorts when Mom would prepare the kitchen for making strudel or other Slovenian delicacies. On Saturday, after Mom washed the kitchen floor and waxed it, she would wrap towels around our feet and have us skate on the kitchen floor to shine it up. We had so much fun in our family and the foundation of that was the beautiful relationship between my mother and father! Wherever one went, the other was not far behind. There was nothing but goodness that I remember from my childhood. If there was anything else, the goodness definitely overshadows it.</p>
<h2>No More Melons!</h2>
<p>I spent my early years of public school in the snowy northern Ontario mining town of Timmins, where my father worked as a miner. When I entered high school, my family moved to Grimsby in southern Ontario to a fruit farm. There were so many children of farmers at the school that they let us children stay out of school during the harvest season in order to help our parents. I loved working on the farm because of working side by side with my mother, my father, and my brother, all of whom I really loved. It was nice just being with them. Also, the physical work of fruit farming was very rewarding and taught me how to extend myself and transcend my physical capacity. I never minded hard work and I loved the sense of well-being that came from having pushed myself to the limits. This later came in very handy when Sri Chinmoy's philosophy of <em>self-transcendence</em> would play an important role in my life.</p>
<p>When I was sixteen years old, my dad took my brother and me to the tobacco farms and arranged for us to get a job picking tobacco to make extra money. This was quite an experience since tobacco-picking is a very dirty job, because of the tar. Your hands got blackened with the tar, and hence salaries for picking tobacco were higher. We had to get up at 4 a.m. to empty the kilns (where the tobacco leaves were dried) and I remember they served us huge helpings of a "farmer’s breakfast", which I loved! Also, we had to live with the older men in the barracks, and because a lot of the men were of the rough-and-tumble type, you had to be tough also to hold your own. That summer I developed a strong sense of being myself and being true to my own values..</p>
<p>During my farming years, one day I was helping load melons onto a freight car and I ate so many melons that day and I was so sick afterwards, that I haven’t ever enjoyed melon to this day! However, the thought of myself sitting on that truck gorging on melons makes me really chuckle!</p>
<p>My love of music really developed beautifully during my high school days. We Slovenian boys organized a small band in which I played the violin and we used to compete in movie theatres. Almost always we won first prize because we were very unique and from the local area, and popular with all the people. Later on, when I was in my 20s, we continued to play at Slovenian weddings in our community and everyone loved us! Little did I know that one day I would be enjoying spiritual music composed by my spiritual Master himself.</p>
<h2>Early Spiritual Introductions</h2>
<p>When I was about 19 years old and living with my parents on the farm in Grimsby, there was an older lady who lived on a lot on our property right down by Lake Ontario. One day we started talking about God and my skeptical attitude and she introduced me to the <em>Teachings of the Masters of the Far East</em> series of books. She gave me these books as a gift because she thought I would benefit from them, and I carried these books with me for over 50 years. This was the beginning of my spiritual search, which led me in directions I never would have dreamed.</p>
<h2>Joining the Mounties</h2>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/trishakash/storyimages/trishakash-mountie.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I was 20 years old I was working on the tobacco farms in Delhi when I saw the farm workers rioting and wrecking the Ontario Provincial Police (OPP) cars, and I thought at that time that the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) would not have allowed that kind of behavior to be permitted. At about that time, I decided that I should join the RCMP. My parents were very proud to think of one of their sons even attempting such a special profession.</p>
<p>So I made an application in Toronto and eventually they accepted my application and I started my “RCMP days". It was very interesting being considered a member of the RCMP and interacting with some of the older guys who had been around for a long time. They had so many stories to tell. Over my five-year career in the RCMP, I too, collected a few experiences and cute stories that I will now tell.</p>
<p>At 20 years of age, I signed up for five years in theRCMP, with a salary of $120 a month. Among our daily chores, we had to clean out all of the horse stables – which was a smelly proposition at best! In training we used to have to climb a rope right to the ceiling and put a tick mark beside our name to verify that we had done it. In marching, I considered it an honor that I was chosen to be the head guy in our squad, “the Marker," which is a significant task in formations. I loved everything about the discipline of the training days in the RCMP, and this love of discipline followed me all the rest of my life, something for which I am extremely grateful. I have received so much joy from discipline, particularly as it concerns physical fitness and hard work.</p>
<p>In my RCMP training days I was the squad leader because of my deportment, good marching form and dependability. Overall when we graduated, I stood third in my class, and on graduation day, I had a terrific feeling that such an honor had been granted me. To put on the uniform with the Stetson hat and riding breeches was a very exhilarating feeling. My parents were extremely proud and pleased, particularly in that they were immigrants from Yugoslavia to Canada. Of course they bragged to all their friends. After my graduation, they had a big party for me at home and all my chums gathered to congratulate me.</p>
<h2>Ego-transcending experiences</h2>
<p>Upon graduation, I was transferred to Vancouver and that was the beginning of being assigned to a detachment doing street patrol in North Vancouver. Once, our assignment was to patrol a dance hall. During that patrol we went into a car that had liquor in it and as a result, when we tried to make some arrests,</p>
<p>Upon graduation, I was transferred to Vancouver and that was the beginning of being assigned to a detachment doing street patrol in North Vancouver. Once, our assignment was to patrol a dance hall. During that patrol we went into a car that had liquor in it and as a result, when we tried to make some arrests, the driver of the car be- came extremely distraught and tried to engage us in a fight. Then we pulled the driver out of the car and a fight broke out. Before I knew it, I had one of the guys up over my head and I threw him to the ground. Then we arrested them and all sorts of confusion started. The next morning I was called into the staff sergeant’s office and I was told there were two charges of assault laid against me.</p>
<p>I didn’t know how to handle it, so I hired a lawyer and the charges against me were dismissed. I learned that before going into a new situation you had better know just where you stand regarding the rules and regulations. I learned this the hard way early in my career and this type of thing never happened to me again. I think on this one I received a little help from "above!"</p>
<p>This role in the RCMP was not one of my favorites because it was fraught with too many unknowns and possible pitfalls at any moment.</p>
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<p>When I was stationed as a Mountie in Fort Chipewyan in Northern Alberta, I had occasion to go hunting several times with a trapper and his dog-team. The trapper took a liking to me and one day when I asked permission to take the dog- team out into the town, he agreed. In my youthful over- confidence, I was sure that the dogs would listen to me and I went out to show off my skills. We had not even gone out of the RCMP detachment gate, when the lead dog decided to jump over the 3-foot fence instead. All of the other eight dogs followed her and ended up in a heap tangled up with one another. You can imagine what a mess it was! Having resolved this first entanglement, we proceeded down the main street. But this was not the intention of the lead dog, as she had decided to try pulling the team with all her might down the private laneways off the main street. I exercised as much might as possible to keep them on track, but it was obvious to the onlookers (some of whom had to come over to bail me out of the mess) that a young Mountie was in big trouble. Then we proceeded down the main street, and my dog-team started fighting with another passing dog-team (this was not an uncommon occurrence). If you have ever seen dog-teams fighting, it’s a fur-flying event that is best avoided at all cost. People on the street again had to come and rescue me!</p>
<p>Finally, with my ego badly bruised again, I proceeded back to the detachment. On my way back, the dogs decided that one more adventure was in order and the lead dog decided to veer off the main road and try to jump over a woodpile that was covered with snow! The whole dog-team went up the snow pile and fortunately for me they came out the other side without incident. I then headed back to the post, and at this point everyone in town had already heard of my exploits, but all were kind enough not to mention it to me! Needless to say, I never went out again by myself with the dog-team! This was definitely an ego-transcending experience.</p>
<p>After this, I requested a transfer to Regina as a swimming instructor at the training depot. I loved the experience because I was helping the new recruits do something that I had always loved. Unfortunately I started to go out with one of officers’ daughters and the officer didn’t particularly approve of this. Although he never spoke to me about it, coincidentally a short time later I got transferred to Vegreville, Alberta as a Peace Officer. I enjoyed my role doing highway patrol because I really tried to be a "peace officer" as opposed to a police officer.</p>
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<p>When I was stationed as an RCMP officer in Jasper, Alberta, two of us were called to “drag" for a dead body in Medicine Lake, which is part of the territory of the Maligne Canyon. The two of us settled into a little rowboat with a simple rope and hook to look for the body on the bottom of the 60-foot- deep lake. The Forest Rangers, with very modern equipment for this kind of thing, had already done some dragging for the body, to no avail. Therefore, the two of us felt quite overwhelmed by the daunting task. A day later, we finally felt a tug on the rope and when we brought the rope up, there was a foot attached to the hook. We had succeeded in finding the body and we were headed back to shore.</p>
<p>Just at that moment we looked up and saw an approaching tourist boat filled to the brim with sunglass-wearing, picture-taking tourists starting to wave at us. My partner said, “What are we going to do now?" and I replied, “Drop ‘im!" We let the body drop down to the bottom again and breathed a sigh of relief as the tourists happily passed by. Boy! That would have been a story to tell back home. Can you imagine it? “Hey Mom, we saw RCMP officers dragging a dead man behind their boat!" That would have gone over big back at the detachment.</p>
<h2>Too many rules</h2>
<p>After that I had a few other assignments within the RCMP but I had already decided that this was not something I wanted to pursue as a lifetime career. There were just too many rules and regulations for a free-spirited Aquarian like myself. I loved the discipline and the camaraderie of the RCMP but I just could not abide by what seemed to be rules for the sake of rules. Little did I know that my longest career would be in the federal government, which is not in itself free of rules! This desire for freedom from the confines of rules would follow me all my life. Those of you who know me from our days on Guru’s path will recognize this trait of mine. Fortunately, my love of Guru and his love for me were stronger than my intolerance of "rules."</p>
<h2>My Father Days</h2>
<p>A year or so after I joined the RCMP, I married my first wife and started a family. This was a tough, very tough phase of my life. When I look back on this difficult period, I don’t really want to “go there", because of the painful memories it invokes.</p>
<p>I tried the best I could to raise my four children during a tumultuous period and to bring as much support and joy to their lives as I was able. In spite of the family situation, we had a lot of good experiences doing things together outdoors. We camped many, many times at Black Lake and fished at Burritts Rapids. When I learned to ski, all the kids and I skied quite often, spending hours on the hill at Carlington Park. My oldest son and I skipped at least 10,000 flat rocks, the size of a DVD, into Lake Ontario, by our farm. We really did have a lot of fun!</p>
<p>One time, when I was picking cherries on the farm, high up on an extension ladder, all of a sudden my five-year-old daughter was tugging on my pants leg and saying, “Move over, Daddy!" She had climbed all the way to the top of the ladder herself, and when I saw her, my heart skipped a beat with fear. Very gently I grabbed her and gingerly climbed down the ladder with her in my arms.</p>
<p>I tried to provide the children with as much love, affection and fun as I knew how to do at the time. I know the situation did not meet their expectations about what an ideal family should have been. I myself was at a loss to know how to resolve the difficulties we all experienced together and I am sorry that I could not have done more for them at the time.</p>
<p>I may not have been the ideal father, in their eyes, or provided them with the family life they would have dreamed of, but I have shared with them all I know to be of value in life. Some of them will understand this and others will not. I was fortunately able to introduce most of them to an inner philosophy of life – or spirituality, as taught to me by my Master – and for this, I am grateful. I know God will be taking care of them in His own Way.</p>
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<p>During my father years, I was doing a lot of white-water canoeing on the Madawaska River, just north of Ottawa, with a canoeing club. I found it really exciting going down the rapids and it required tremendous strength and coordination. In that I couldn’t afford a full-sized canoe, I challenged myself to make my own canoe. I had a frame for a canoe which I obtained from a friend and the instructions to build the outer shell of the canoe came with the frame. My children decided that they wanted a yellow canoe, so we bought yellow pigment and set about constructing a canoe. We felt good about having done it. I used it several times doing white-water canoeing and it was a source of real pride that I, with some help from my children, had created the canoe. I think the kids were also proud that they had been a part of making their own family canoe, which we called “the Banana." I used this canoe many years later on camping trips with Alo and the canoe was a permanent fixture in my life for decades, until I no longer could store it. Some memories are so unique that they never fade!</p>
<h2>A Round-About Way to the Goal</h2>
<p>Most of my memories about my working days center on athletic activities outside of work. I enjoyed the masters swim team competitions, I joined a golfing club and I was a member of the curling team in our department. However, I really wanted to be a downhill ski instructor, but the only problem was that I didn’t know how to ski!</p>
<p>So I decided to “kill two birds with one stone". I enrolled in a downhill instructor’s class (to teach beginner skiers) and while the instructors were showing us the techniques to teach others, I was learning them myself! I’m sure the instructors knew what I was up to, but since I was quite athletic, I picked up the rudiments quickly and the instructors never criticized me. After a few lessons I was awarded a Downhill Ski Instructor’s Certificate for beginners. I now knew how to ski and I became quite good at it and absolutely loved the sport for years. In fact, I later became a member of the Canadian Ski Patrol and an on-hill ski instructor. I really think Guru would find it hilarious to hear this story about how I learned to ski!</p>
<h2>A taxing Job</h2>
<p>For twenty-five years I worked in a variety of capacities within the Canadian federal government. During this time I had many great experiences and met many significant and interesting people, including my wife Hiranmoyi.</p>
<p>My first job in the government involved collecting taxes with Revenue Canada Taxation. I was given an assignment every day to collect taxes door-to-door, from people who had not yet paid their taxes. We generally sent out a letter first, before turning up at their doorstep. Nevertheless, you can probably imagine the kinds of reactions we got from the arrival of the “tax collector". There are no cute stories to tell about this job. It was like pulling teeth to get people to cough up money!</p>
<p>Then for many years I worked as a systems analyst within Revenue Canada Taxation, during the early days of computers. In those days there were no computers on desks, just one mainframe computer, which was kept in a computer room, within each government agency. At one point I rejoined the RCMP to help develop the Canadian Police Information Centre. As part of this job, I was responsible for developing the stolen motor vehicle system, and was instrumental in developing the alpha-numeric license plates that could be remembered easily by police officers.</p>
<p>During these years, it is interesting that I had at least five or six programmers working for me who had spiritual Masters in India. Much to my surprise, they were always taking too much time off work to go and visit their Masters in India. I’m glad now that I wasn’t too hard on them, because little did I know that I myself would be in a similar position, not too far in the future.</p>
<h2>I Meet My "Better Half"</h2>
<p>People have often asked me how someone like me ever got so lucky as to meet someone like Hiranmoyi. I ask myself this question all the time! God’s Grace, I guess! The story of how we got together is really more Hiranmoyi’s story than mine. But she says that since it may be a long time before she gets around to writing her stories, I can have this story for now.</p>
<p>I was about forty-five years old, working as a systems analyst, and I was assigned to a project for which Hiranmoyi, in her first job in the government, was responsible. I met her to clarify the system needs for the new recruitment method she was developing. When she walked in the door, I was immediately attracted to her. The reason the rest of it is Hiranmoyi’s story is that she says that after meeting me, she heard a bell ringing inside her and a voice saying, “This is the man you are going to marry". A little while later, when she told me this, I took what she said as the unquestionable truth and watched the rest unfold before me.</p>
<p>At the time, Hiranmoyi worked in the Human Resource Planning department, where they had all the details about every employee on record. After “hearing" that I was the one she was intended to marry, she went and looked me up in the records. She found that I was nineteen years older than she was, and that I had four children. She said that her inner voice was so strong on the subject that she never questioned that we would be married, in spite of all that she had read about me. We were eventually married and we have been a great team ever since!</p>
<h2>So Many Stories</h2>
<p>There are so many stories that I could tell about the first half of my life. My soul must have really valued diverse experiences because my life has touched upon such an array of professions, sports and artistic pursuits, only a few of which are mentioned here. The long and the short of it is that I really have always felt the “joy of living" and have loved all the experiences that have come my way (well ...mostly!).</p>
<p>During all these years, I prided myself on being a fairly capable guy, able to navigate myself in almost any situation that presented itself. But I guess working at a desk, within the confines of the inevitable red tape of a large organization, was just not my cup of tea. The world of work was about to take a backseat to a new adventure that unfolded on my path.</p>
<p>Around my 48th birthday, an event which would change my life forever, an event for which nothing I had ever experienced could possibly have prepared me, was about to occur. I was thrown into an amazing world of spirituality, the likes of which no words can properly express. At this point the reader has to suspend all known mental preconceptions about what “reality" is and just fly with me on a journey of the heart.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/early-days">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Keep the physical always in good order, in perfect order — not for the sake of competition, but for the sake of completeness of the physical existence...I am requesting you to be involved in only two worlds: the inner world and the outer world, which is your physical body.</p>
<p>Here is Trishakash. He has swum the English Channel. I am very, very proud of him, very proud of him! Among the older members of our spiritual family, Trishakash has to be really appreciated and admired for keeping physically fit.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ahiof50" title="Sri Chinmoy, The temple and the shrine, Agni Press, 2013" href="#footnote1_ahiof50">1</a></p>
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<p>The following stories should be read by anyone who considers himself to be a skeptic. I, for one, had always been the eternal skeptic until I discovered my meditation Master and dear friend, Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>I still question many things, but somewhere along the way, thanks to the compassionate hand of the universe, I fell in love with a Truth that goes far beyond skepticism. I discovered an inner knowing that comes from true oneness with your own highest “inner voice."</p>
<p>I didn’t even know I had an inner voice until I started to meditate. It was not until I began to calm the noise in my mind through meditation that eventually I was able to discover the world of the heart. What I have experienced from a spiritual perspective, a snapshot of which is contained in these stories, cannot be explained in words; it can only be felt by the heart. Everything that I had read in those spiritual books so many decades earlier was about to be revealed to me directly by my Master.</p>
<p>We may think that the reality of the universe is what we see with our human eyes, but when we begin to open the spiritual heart, we become part and parcel of a spiritual reality that really transcends time and space. What I was about to discover is that pure spirituality goes beyond religion and faith to a direct personal experience of God. Meditation allows those of all religious persuasions (or none at all) to touch and feel and actually experience the Truth contained in all religions. That is the beauty that was about to unfold before my eyes. All the words in the world could not possibly express what I felt when I began to personally experience the inner realities that my Master showered upon me.</p>
<p>I would like to make a comment to those who have never heard about the existence of spiritual Masters. A spiritual Master is like a precious jewel of light shining brightly in the midst of the human condition. A Master is the true silent Hush from which all activity springs. A real Master is the one who has already established his or her oneness with all that eternally Is, and whose sole purpose on earth is to teach aspiring humanity how to do the same.</p>
<p>I am grateful to my spiritual Master, my Guru, my teacher, Sri Chinmoy, for being the Lighthouse: the beacon of wisdom-light that has guided me through my meditations and the dynamic activities of everyday life beyond my mind to my heart and to the real in me. Guru found his home in my heart and I found my eternity’s home in his heart of love. As Guru says, the role of the spiritual teacher is to guide the student through meditation and spiritual living to discover the hidden treasures within his own heart. Once the teacher has done that, his role is over.</p>
<p>What an unexpected adventure into spirituality I have had! If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ahiof50"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ahiof50">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/tms">Sri Chinmoy, The temple and the shrine, </a>Agni Press, 2013</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/trishakash">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Prayer works</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Many years ago, our music group Mountain-Silence was invited to give a concert tour in Hungary. It was wintertime and it was so extremely cold that it was impossible to put up even one poster, since the glue would turn into ice before the poster could be put on the walls.</p>
<p>The girl who was in charge of the concert in Budapest was helpless. They had a very big concert hall booked for us, but there was only one week to go and no hope for the weather to change—nor did she have enough money to advertise on radio or television. So she started praying to Guru. And from her prayer she got the idea to go to the main train station and at least give out some leaflets to the passengers.</p>
<p>Suddenly a man came up to her with a big video camera and a microphone. He said that he was from the national TV and they wanted to ask some people how this incredible cold weather was affecting them. She then started telling him her problem with postering and that we were coming in only one week. He then said, "So, no problem, just say now all you want to say about the concert into the camera and hundreds of thousands of people will see it and hear it." She couldn't believe her ears and eyes, but she bravely told everything to the TV about the upcoming concert.</p>
<p>Sure enough, the concert hall was completely full. This was quite obvious proof that prayer works, if you pray to the right person.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prayer-works">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Building a sacred space</h2>
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<p>It was Ashrita, who often assisted Guru directly. It wasn’t a regular occurrence to get a phone call from Ashrita, so I knew it was something important about Guru.</p>
<p>Ashrita said that Guru wanted me to come and build a tennis court for him. I was very shocked, but I said, “Well, of course I would like to do it, but when?”</p>
<p>“Tomorrow,” Ashrita said. “Wow,” I thought to myself.</p>
<p>If it’s your Guru asking you to do something, you just do it! I told my boss that I had to go. I knew that Guru would take care of me and that this project was meant to be. The second part of Ashrita’s message had been that Guru said if I didn’t want to, he would get someone else to do it. But I was thrilled to be part of this venture. Guru always said that if you have eagerness, if you have enthusiasm, anything is possible.</p>

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<p>So I went the next day, and I and some other disciples started building what is now known as Aspiration-Ground, the name that was eventually given to the tennis court. Guru wanted it done as quickly as possible, and it took about a month. It’s important to realize that I was about 23 or 24 years old and I didn’t really know how to build a tennis court—none of us did. We only tried to do what Guru asked of us. So we read, we asked questions, and we learned. It was not perfect by any means, but when we were finished Guru played on the tennis court, and he was very, very happy.</p>
<p>I got my spiritual name from Guru the next day.</p>
<p>I never thought of Aspiration-Ground as a sacred place when we were building it. We were just trying to fulfill Guru‘s wish. Now it has become a very sacred place to his disciples and all those who have visited there.</p>
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<p>With our aspiration-heart<br/>
And our dedication-life,<br/>
We can build<br/>
A most satisfactory Heaven<br/>
Here in the world-arena.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_503k8w8" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 27" href="#footnote1_503k8w8">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_503k8w8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_503k8w8">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 27</li>
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<h2>A barrage of Candy Bullets</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>Sometime in the late 1990s I sat in a hotel room in Atitlan, Guatemala, feeling incredibly depressed. Every year around Christmas and the New Year, Guru would travel to different countries for all of us to share and learn from inspiring people all over the world. Several hundred of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s students would stay at the same one or two hotels and we had many functions, plus a lot of time for sports.</p>
<p>Playing soccer earlier that morning, I had felt depressed. Eating breakfast&mdash;depressed. A mid-morning nap, avoiding everyone&mdash;depressed! In our hotel function room I sat at the back, avoiding Guru&rsquo;s scrutiny and the banter of friends. Guru had a bag of sweets in his lap and was tossing them out, like a playful father.</p>
<p>Suddenly he stopped, glared at me with a fierce concentration, then began hurling wrapped sweets at me with incredible velocity. I felt a jolt inside and sat bolt upright. The sweets were whizzing by me, a barrage, bouncing off the seating and ricocheting away like hurtling bullets. I couldn&rsquo;t believe it! Relentless, Guru threw one after another, firing away, a wild fusillade of candies.</p>
<p>Then I caught one and Guru stopped. I held it in my hand and started laughing&mdash;Guru started laughing too. Suddenly my depression went away. It was quite extraordinary. He had known how I felt and banished this force from my mind in such a remarkable way. After that I felt happy and grateful to be on the trip and didn&rsquo;t allow depression back to rule my mind.</p>
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<p>When my Lord&rsquo;s Compassion-Eye<br/>
Appears,<br/>
My depression-vital<br/>
Disappears.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wldgz4z" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 4,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote1_wldgz4z">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wldgz4z"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wldgz4z">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/3439">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees</a>, part 4,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1998</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/barrage-candy-bullets">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Lunch with Guru</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>The first time I saw Guru in person was when I became a disciple in San Francisco, but the very first time I got to see him quite closely was in 1975. I was a medical student, learning to become a doctor. I was also doing research, and my advisor paid for me to go to a conference in Iceland which Guru was also attending. This was a conference on what was called “transpersonal psychology” and Guru had been invited to offer the opening meditation for the hundreds of participants.</p>
<p>It was a very small conference, and at lunchtime we all went to eat. Guru was there, and I happened to be sitting right across from him. I was so overwhelmed I felt as though I almost couldn’t breathe. My heart was full of joy and awe. Whenever you were close to Guru, his physical presence was so incredible, along with the spiritual aspect of being with your Master. He had so much life energy you could feel it emanating from him.</p>
<p>There was a cuckoo clock in the lunchroom, which would say “Cuckoo!” for the number of hours on the clock. We were eating at 12:00 noon, so the cuckoo clock went off twelve times while we sat there. I was amazed because instead of saying “Cuckoo!” the clock seemed to be saying “Guru!” twelve times. I was absolutely stunned.</p>
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<p>I realized later that the clock was probably saying “Cuckoo,” but Guru’s presence was so strong that I heard the clock say “Guru” instead. No matter what it actually said, being so close to Guru for the very first time that day was a hugely significant experience for me as a young disciple. I treasure those moments to this day.</p>
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<p>We came into the world,<br/>
Not only to eat material food,<br/>
But also to feed our heart<br/>
With our aspiration-meal.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_2uniung" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation-Aspiration-Prayers, Part 50" href="#footnote1_2uniung">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_2uniung"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_2uniung">1.</a> My Christmas-New Year-Vacation-Aspiration-Prayers, Part 50</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lunch-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Tracking down Paul McCartney</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/experiences/subarata-phone-1997.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Subarata had a dauntlessness in her, evident not only in her running but in being unfazed by lofty challenges. She had a fondness for some of the Beatles’s songs, and liked Paul and Linda McCartney’s fondness for animals and their strong vegetarian principles. When she learned that the legendary Paul McCartney was in Auckland—the Beatles’s singer and composer himself!—she spent several days single-handedly battling the layers of secrecy, security, and conspiratorial silence surrounding the great man’s visit, a bloodhound relentless in quest of its quarry, finally tracking him down to an exclusive coastal suburb.</p>
<p>At that time Subarata was organising a nationwide torch relay, the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run, an epic 1,000-km run whose simple purpose was to encourage world peace. Keen to invite Paul and Linda’s support and armed with a Peace Run brochure, a letter of introduction, and a personal appeal for our superstar to meet with us, she marched up to the imposing gates of the McCartney’s lodgings. Their private residence lay behind high walls, most unwelcoming to any impertinent stray caller. At the gates, security staff confronted her and she persuaded one of them to personally give her package to the great Beatle.</p>
<p>Two days went by. Then one afternoon the phone rang and a voice said, “Hello, Paul McCartney here. Can I speak to Subarata Cunningham, please?”</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/experiences/subarata-paul-mccartney-1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And so it all came together. Sir Paul and wife Linda, hugely friendly and very relaxed, met us at Western Springs Stadium prior to their sound check for a packed Auckland concert. We discussed the Peace Run—lots of photos were taken with the relay’s ceremonial torch—vegetarianism, politics, music, and Sri Chinmoy’s work for world peace. We wandered about backstage for ages with our accommodating new friends.</p>

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<p>Then handshakes, an exchange of gifts and hopes for the future, hugs, and that was the end of it. Paul and Linda were very charming and affable—with Subarata again manifesting her soul’s quality as the messenger of inspiration and showing us the dauntlessness that came from her faith in her spiritual teacher and her God-love.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/tracking-down-paul-mccartney">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Mysterious Message</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>One evening during a meditation program in New York, one of Guru’s assistants came up to me and said, “Guru wants to see you!” My heartbeat went up a few notches as I approached his chair.</p>
<p>When Guru saw me, a subtle smile appeared on his face. Then in his endearing voice with its sweet Indian accent he said to me, “You are a great runner.” Immediately the arrow of his love entered into my heart. He continued, “But you are sad that you are seeing others going ahead of you. Others are defeating you.”</p>
<p>Here he paused for a moment. “But I am very proud of your enthusiasm in singing. You are a great singer.” Another short pause. Guru must have seen the question mark rising in my head, but lack of understanding never deterred him from making his point. As he raised his eyebrows, he concluded, “Don’t worry! Who cares if others are going ahead of you?” Then he nodded his head, letting me know the conversation was over.</p>
<p>I returned to my seat, more than a little confused. It was clear Guru was giving me some sort of message, but I didn’t have the slightest clue as to what it meant. True, I hadn’t come first in the two-mile race that week, but I hadn’t given it a second thought. On the contrary, I’d been quite pleased with my performance. I certainly didn’t feel hurt or humiliated at being defeated. Guru had always taught us to focus on transcending ourselves rather than competing with others. I racked my brain and my heart, trying to digest the deeper meaning behind that casual message, like a cryptographer trying to decipher a secret code. But no matter how I tried, I couldn’t find the key to crack it.</p>

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<p>The reason was simple: the message was meant for the future.</p>
<p>For quite a few years I had been among the fastest runners in my running club in Amsterdam. But about two years after Sri Chinmoy’s message, that all changed. Several of my running mates had suddenly made tremendous progress, and I was dropped by the wayside at almost all distances. I didn’t know what had hit me. From one moment to the next, I became one of the slower runners on the team.</p>
<p>This would definitely have fazed me if it had not been for Guru’s message, which immediately came to mind. “Who cares if others are defeating you?” In a flash I realised that Guru had seen this moment would come, years before it actually materialised. Because of Guru’s words I never felt sad, disappointed, jealous, or insecure. Instead, I felt genuinely happy for my running colleagues’ progress, feeling that my time would perhaps still come.</p>
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<p>And my time did come, as a few years later I ran my fastest marathon in a time of 2 hours and 27 minutes, finally bridging the gap with my teammates. I’m grateful to Guru for removing that obstacle, long before I was even aware of its existence.</p>
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<p>I do not have to be first<br/>
In my outer race,<br/>
As long as I can do extremely well<br/>
In my inner race<br/>
Against doubt, worries and anxieties.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_sryufdb" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 256" href="#footnote1_sryufdb">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_sryufdb"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_sryufdb">1.</a> Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 256</li>
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<h2>The &#039;Claxton Case&#039; and Vijaya&#039;s pioneering work at the United Nations</h2><div class="field-item"><p>After becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, Vijaya continued trying out for theatre and film parts, but gradually her focus began to shift. At one audition, the director, who was also a friend, pulled her aside and said, &ldquo;I can see that your heart isn&rsquo;t in acting anymore, and your real commitment is to spirituality and self-discovery.&quot;</p>
<p>In 1974, she was inspired to get a permanent job at the United Nations. With tremendous perseverance, she showed up every day in the Personnel Office for weeks, until she was finally offered a post there. She began working in Personnel, eventually recruiting Tour Guides, and gradually acquiring the legal skills to serve as a legal liaison between UN the Personnel Office and the United States Mission to the UN, in addition to her other tasks.</p>
<h2>The Claxton case</h2>
<p>In 1988, Vijaya rebuffed the unwanted advances of a high-ranking UN official. At the time she hoped the incident could just be forgotten. Subsequently, however, the same official became her immediate supervisor and continued to harass her, even as he sought to eliminate her job.</p>
<p>In 1991, to save her career, she felt she had no choice but to reveal the truth about what was behind this official&rsquo;s malevolent actions. What transpired after she filed her appeal before the internal UN judicial bodies sounds like thriller fiction.</p>
<p>To quote from an article about women at the UN that appeared in the New York <em>Village Voice</em> on 20 May 1997: &ldquo;Someone fired a shot through the glass window of a coffee shop by the United Nations, just above the head of Catherine Claxton. Another bullet shattered Claxton&rsquo;s windshield as she drove home from her job at the UN one night on the Long Island Expressway. Claxton&rsquo;s red 1988 Hyundai was almost run off the road in the same spot on the expressway on three other occasions. The incidents ...occurred after Claxton became the first woman to launch a sexual harassment case against the UN.&quot;</p>
<p>&quot;The case itself made headlines and history. But what Claxton suffered after she filed her grievance &ndash; the gunshots, an office ransacking in which her diaries were stolen and her computer was sabotaged ... and crank calls... has never been disclosed until now... The UN was so concerned for Claxton&rsquo;s safety that they assigned a personal bodyguard.&quot; In addition to the UN bodyguard during work hours, Vijaya&rsquo;s friends, as much as possible, would take turns accompanying her, also for her safety, whenever she went anywhere after work or on weekends, and this arrangement continued until the case was resolved.</p>
<p>The <em>Voice</em> continued, &ldquo;The Claxton case was a landmark. The UN didn&rsquo;t even have a sexual harassment policy until 1992 &ndash; after Claxton launched her case.&quot; There was heightened media interest when the accused UN official hired a high-profile defense lawyer, as this was a level of representation in internal UN proceedings that was unprecedented.</p>
<p>Also focusing attention on the case was the fact that, as reported by <em>The New York Times</em> on 20 December 1992: &ldquo;Officials at the United Nations are immune from lawsuits in United States courts, so there is no independent legal route... Many women at the United Nations are vulnerable because they come to the United States on visas that allow them and their families to remain in this country only as long as they are employed [at the UN].&quot;</p>
<p>The <em>Village Voice</em> on 20 May 1997 summarised: &ldquo;The UN appointed an Irish Supreme Court justice to hear Claxton&rsquo;s case. She found the official guilty of sexual assault and harassment in 1994. He resigned days later. The UN then tried to rehire him &ndash; twice &ndash; but backed down after pressure from women&rsquo;s rights activists...After the official was found guilty...the UN granted Claxton $210,000 in damages and legal fees.&quot;</p>
<p>A full-page picture of Vijaya appeared on the front of the28 December 1994 edition of <em>New York Newsday</em>, with the headline &ldquo;She Won&quot;, after the UN finally awarded her the fees. Other papers covered the story as well, including the <em>Los Angeles Times</em>, which ended its article outlining the following positive developments: &ldquo;The Claxton case, because of the wide publicity it engendered, pointed up the lack of procedures and rules in dealing with sexual harassment in the vast U.N. structure with employees from all cultures in the world. In Friday&rsquo;s announcement, the Secretary-General said he has assembled a task force to recommend improvements to current policies and procedures for handling future allegations of sexual harassment.&quot;</p>
<p>Although the case was a cause of deep personal distress, Vijaya never lost faith in the ideals of the UN, and she would always defend it against any and all criticism, saying that no institution is perfect, nor are the human beings who work there. Dealing with her own case was one of the important factors that led to Vijaya&rsquo;s long crusade for legal reform in the United Nations.</p>
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<p>The more I fight<br/>
the more I love</p>
<p>Blade blazing<br/>
Smile steadfast</p>
<p>Surprisingly I find<br/>
I shelter others</p>
<p>How kind the Supreme to harness<br/>
Even my rage</p>
<p>And transform it<br/>
Into His Own Unswerving Sword.</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya</strong><br/>
<em>published 1999</em></p>
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<h2>A pioneer for legal reform</h2>
<p>How an actress working at the UN ended up playing a major role in reforming the UN internal justice system, is a story that began while she was still working in her first UN job. Vijaya became interested in defending staff rights and, in addition to her regular duties, began volunteering with the Panel of Counsel. Very soon it became clear that she had a genuine talent for solving cases, with a good grasp of the legal and political nuances, and she was sought after to become a member of the Panel&rsquo;s Steering Committee to help set its policy and solve its difficult cases.</p>
<p>In 1989, when the post of Coordinator of the Panel of Counsel became vacant, Vijaya applied for the job, which had previously been held by a high ranking official. Ordinarily, a junior staff member would not be eligible for a senior post, but the level of the Coordinator&rsquo;s post had never been classified. This technicality opened the door for her, as the best candidate, to be selected.</p>
<p>However, Vijaya&rsquo;s supervisor would not release her from her previous post so that she could begin her new job. When Sri Chinmoy heard of her dilemma, he was very sympathetic and asked if there was not anything she could do to expedite the process. In her typically unstoppable fashion, Vijaya literally pushed her desk and all her filing cabinets out the door and down the hall to her new office to take up her duties as public defender and advocate of UN staff members. The tactic worked, with no one insisting that she return to her old office, and hence she started her new position.</p>
<p>In this position, Vijaya observed first-hand the frustrating inadequacies in the system and its detrimental effect on both the Organisation and its staff. As the number of cases she became involved with reached into the thousands, the need for reform became more and more obvious to her, and more urgent. Because of this and her experiences with her own legal case, she began telling anyone who would listen of the need for internal UN justice reform. She was one of the first to lobby for reform and the most enthusiastic in spearheading the effort to overhaul the system. Sri Chinmoy continuously encouraged Vijaya in these efforts, and she often spoke of the invaluable strength to persevere that she derived from this.</p>
<p>Under the earlier system, appeals by UN staff members usually led to non-binding recommendations by panels of non-judges. The envisioned new system would have panels of judges handing down binding decisions, as well as a mediation division, and an adequately funded office providing legal assistance to staff members, to replace the mainly volunteer Panel of Counsel. After many years a decision was finally made to implement the reforms.</p>
<h2>Vijaya</h2>
<p>The way Vijaya saw it, &ldquo;Vijaya Claxton&quot; was known for her successful <a href="https://vijaya.srichinmoycentre.org/vijaya-oldest-american-woman-swim-channel">English Channel swim,</a> whereas &ldquo;Catherine Claxton&quot; conjured up memories of &ldquo;The Claxton Case.&quot; For that reason, in 2008 Vijaya legally changed her name from Catherine Grace Claxton to Vijaya Claxton, although most colleagues and friends already called her by her spiritual name.</p>
<p>The UN&rsquo;s handling of her case had come under much criticism at the time, but many of the issues highlighted in the press coverage had since been examined and reforms had been initiated. Vijaya felt she had learned and grown from the experience, and she wanted to continue moving forward into the future. Most importantly, she felt that &ldquo;Vijaya&quot; was more appropriate for her second career as a mediator, which she found very compatible with her spiritual outlook. All in all, she felt her spiritual name Vijaya, or &ldquo;Victory&quot;, reflected her true self.</p>
<p>Vijaya&rsquo;s contract was extended three times beyond her retirement age to enable her to participate on the team working to implement the new justice system. It was only when it took effect on 1 July 2009 that Vijaya retired after over 35 years at the UN and more than two decades serving as Coordinator of the Panel of Counsel &ndash; with the satisfaction of a job well done, that few would have had the vision, energy and fortitude to complete.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/claxton-case-united-nations">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A kind of love not from this world</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>On December 21, 1969, Guru came to Puerto Rico for a short three-day visit. The first meeting with Guru was on a Sunday morning at 10:00 a.m. Everybody was waiting for him because he had gone out for a walk.</p>
<p>The older disciples were downstairs inside the Puerto Rico Centre with all of us seekers, talking to us about Guru while we waited for him. I had had many, many dreams of Guru by that time, so I was telling them about some of my dreams.</p>
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<p>Eventually we went outside. The Centre was located towards the end of a hill. I was facing down the hill as we spoke. Suddenly my hands spontaneously folded and I turned around to look up the hill.</p>

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<p>At the top of the hill I vividly saw a young Indian man coming down and playing with a yo-yo. Everyone asked me how I knew it was him.</p>
<p>“I don’t know,” I answered. “Is it him?”<br/>
“Yes, it’s him,” they assured me.</p>
<p>It didn’t take long for Guru to come down the hill, and there he was right in front of us. He was looking at us and smiling at each of us individually. I found myself melting, totally melting, at the love that I felt flowing from him. It was the kind of love not from this world, and I knew that it came directly from God. With that love came this incredibly beautiful smile that went right through you and filled everything inside of you.</p>
<p>And that was how I met my Guru for the very first time.</p>
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<p>God loves me,<br/>
God loves my crying heart,<br/>
God loves my smiling soul.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lgetjfr" title="My perfection-promise to God, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_lgetjfr">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lgetjfr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lgetjfr">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ppg-39">My perfection-promise to God</a>, Agni Press, 1993</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-i-first-saw-my-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Tears of gratitude</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong><em>by Ishani </em></strong><br/>
<em>New York</em></p>
<p>In November of 1969, I had been meditating for fifteen years with another spiritual group in Manhattan, but I felt that I was not making much progress, so I started actively searching for a living spiritual teacher.</p>
<p>One day, I walked into a new health food store only about five miles from my home in Westchester. I wanted to tell them how happy I was that they were opening in my community, because in those early days the next closest health food shop was at least an hour&rsquo;s drive away. As I entered, ready to introduce myself, I noticed a tiny Transcendental photograph of Guru on a book displayed on a shelf in the far corner of the shop. Its light drew me like a magnet.</p>
<p>As I came closer to the photo, I asked, &quot;Who is this?&quot;. The shop owner replied, &quot;That&rsquo;s Sri Chinmoy.&quot;</p>
<p>I heard the intensity in my own voice as I responded, &quot;Is he alive?&ldquo;</p>
<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; the owner replied. &quot;He is going to give a talk about meditation at my home in Larchmont in a few weeks. Would you like to come?&quot;</p>
<p>My heart started to pound. &quot;Oh yes. I&rsquo;ll get a baby sitter for my children and I will be there.&quot;</p>
<p>He gave me the directions to his apartment and, on January 13th, 1970, I drove from my home in the worst snowstorm the New York area had seen in fifty years. As I passed many accidents on the road, a part of me wanted to turn back, but the need to see this man kept me going. The journey, which should have taken only twenty minutes, lasted almost two hours.</p>
<p>As I rang the apartment bell I thought, &quot;I am so late that Sri Chinmoy has probably finished and is on his way home.&quot; But when the door was opened, I saw Guru sitting at the other end of a large room. After removing my coat and boots, as I sat down behind the other seekers, Guru looked up at me. Suddenly, all the problems I was facing at that time seemed to wash away; I experienced pure bliss. My eyes filled with tears of gratitude to Guru for allowing me to walk this earth with him. I never dreamed he would accept me as his disciple, but he did! And that was the beginning of a new, remarkable and fulfilling life for me.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/tears-gratitude">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&quot;You have to know who your spiritual Father is, and who your spiritual Uncle is.&quot;</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Nayana</strong><br/>
<em>New York</em></p>
<p>The first time I saw Guru was at NYU Law School, where he was lecturing. I was sitting at the back of the room, and couldn&#39;t hear (or at least understand) a word he was saying. But something inside of me seemed to leap out and fly to him, with great intensity, crying &quot;Father! Father! Father!&quot; It was as if my soul, seeing its spiritual Father for the first time in this incarnation, was seeking solace and protection from the idiot who was making such a mess of her own life.</p>
<p>Despite this experience, because of problems in my outer life, I was not yet ready to become a disciple, and I spent some time exploring different ways of meditating, including Sufi dancing. One day, at the end of a seminar, the Sufi Master Pir Vilayat Khan announced, &quot;If any of you want to meet a real spiritual Master, Sri Chinmoy will be offering his annual New Year&#39;s Meditation&quot; at such-and-such a time and place.</p>
<p>The New Year&#39;s Meditation was a powerful experience. I began attending the Saturday evening meditations for new seekers, which were then held in disciples&#39; apartments in Manhattan. At one of these sessions, those who wanted to become disciples were invited to have a short, private interview with Guru.</p>
<p>During my interview, I explained to Guru that, although I felt he was my spiritual teacher, I also felt much respect for Pir Vilayat Khan. With great patience, Guru told me, &quot;You have to know who your spiritual Father is, and who your spiritual Uncle is.&quot; Guru elaborated at length how there are many valid paths to the Goal, but how we must follow only the path meant for us.</p>
<p>At the end of his answer, I felt a bit mischievous and, only because I knew that my all-loving spiritual Father would allow me, I piped in, &quot;But can I still go Sufi dancing?&quot;</p>
<p>&quot;Fine, fine,&quot; he said, realising that although I said I was 22, I still had the emotional make-up of a 14-year-old.</p>
<p>Once I knew that I could go Sufi dancing, I never had the desire to go, and I explored my new spiritual path with enthusiasm and intensity.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-have-know-who-your-spiritual-father-and-who-your-spiritual-uncle">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&quot;He is the real thing. He is superb&quot;</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Mahiruha Klein</strong><br/>
<em>Chicago</em></p>
<p>When I was a freshman in college, I took a course in western philosophy. I thought the course would be a real breeze and I wouldn&#39;t learn anything I didn&#39;t already know. I&#39;m philosophical by nature, I like to read a lot and also I had studied lots of philosophy when I was on my high school debate team.</p>
<p>When my philosophy professor entered the room the first day of class, I noticed something unusual. The professor was an old Italian man with grey hair combed back and with liver spots on his hands. An immaculately groomed gentleman in a nice conservative suit.</p>
<p>And something else. The room was flooded with light when he entered. I can&#39;t describe it any other way. He carried an ocean of peace and light with him and that light emanated from him in waves. When he started speaking, I felt this gentle peace permeating my entire body, and I felt lighter and lighter. His eyes were so profound, yet I saw this deep joy radiating from them.</p>
<p>This man has been so influential in my life because as soon as I saw him I knew that I wanted to have what he had. I wanted that peace, that light, that joy for myself.I approached him during his office hours and I asked him why he was so full of peace and joy. He explained to me that joy comes from being who you really are. You can only know who you are through sincere reflection, meditation and spiritual discipline. He also told me that he had been a monk in his youth, and had maintained a four year vow of silence.</p>
<p>&quot;Look for a Master,&quot; he told me. He said that I would have to look sincerely for a real Master and that I should only accept a Master who satisfied me completely.</p>
<p>I was fortunate enough to find a real spiritual Master in Sri Chinmoy. When I showed my professor a photograph of Sri Chinmoy in a deep state of meditation, my professor was speechless with wonder.</p>
<p>&quot;Who is this man?&quot; he asked me after looking at the picture for a few minutes.I told him who Sri Chinmoy was and that he was my spiritual teacher.</p>
<p>He said to me, &quot;You are so lucky that you have found a real Guru. There are many charlatans out there but a charlatan Sri Chinmoy most certainly is not. He is the real thing. He is superb.&quot;</p>
<p>My professor saw so much spiritual light in Sri Chinmoy, and he speaks of Sri Chinmoy with the deepest love and reverence. I am and I shall always be extremely grateful to my professor for inspiring me on my spiritual journey, a journey which has led me at last to a real Master - Sri Chinmoy.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/he-real-thing-he-superb">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Vijaya - The oldest American woman to swim the Channel</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>On September 9, 2007, 59-year-old Vijaya Claxton became the oldest American woman to swim across the English Channel, completing the swim in just under 22&frac12; hours. This story is taken from a talk Vijaya gave to Sri Chinmoy and his students one week later, as well as reminiscences from her assistants Bahula, Sahana and Nilima.</em></p>
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<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> this was my fourth attempt to swim the English Channel. First, I have to say I love the Channel. Second, I am eternally grateful for this opportunity because it is such a remarkable experience. It gives you the opportunity to transcend; you have no choice.</p>
<p>One thing I wanted to do, since this was my fourth attempt and, hopefully, the successful one, was to re-read Guru&rsquo;s talks on the Channel given to other swimmers who had not succeeded in their initial attempts. What struck me was his use of the word &lsquo;Grace&rsquo; and the idea of making the mind calm and quiet: &lsquo;no mind&rsquo;. I remember reading over and over again that Grace is so powerful, it can change the tide, so I was really relying on Grace and &lsquo;no mind&rsquo;.</p>
<p>The first aspect of Grace that happened for me this time was that the UN sent me to a meeting in Brindisi, Italy, in June, and I could then stay in Europe, because the tide for my swim was in July. This enabled me to have unfettered training for about three weeks. I went to nearby Croatia, and a UN colleague and her remarkable family put me up while I swam every day in the Adriatic Sea, which was about 20 metres from where I slept. It was just incredible training.</p>
<p>Then I went to England, and another aspect of Grace occurred: a very sweet person who has swum the Channel twice and is a good friend, Laura, offered me a place to stay in her house in Canterbury. So I rented a car and, from Canterbury, drove down to Dover where I trained in the harbour each day.</p>
<p>It was fun staying in Canterbury, and Laura also took me to France, where I could see the infinite possibilities of where I might land.</p>
<p>Then my brother, Keith, came from California and Bhitihara came from New York to be on the boat as the crew. My scheduled tide was the 20th through the 29th of July. We got totally ready for the 20th, but I was the fourth scheduled swimmer, so it was not necessarily a sure thing that I would have a chance to swim. As it turns out, the weather was so bad that none of those swimmers got to swim.&ldquo;</p>
<p>So I came back to New York, and in September, I was in touch with Alison and Freda Streeter. For those of you who don&rsquo;t know, Alison and her mother, Freda, are like the heart and soul of Channel swimming. Guru lifted them while we were in Australia a few years ago, in 2003. Alison has the world record for the most crossings of the Channel: 43 times. She had actually said that the 40th swim was the final swim for her, and I was lucky enough to be on that boat with her. Then after Guru lifted her, she said, &lsquo;Well, maybe I&rsquo;ll swim some more,&rsquo; so she did the Channel three more times.<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_pu8w7hk" title="In honouring awardees with the &ldquo;Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart&quot; award, Sri Chinmoy would physically lift them overhead, as they stood on a ceremonial platform attached to a weightlifting apparatus." href="#footnote1_pu8w7hk">1</a></p>
<p>Freda, her mother, is incredibly self-giving. She&rsquo;s on the beach every Saturday and Sunday during the season, and trains who ever shows up. They send you into the water for six hours, and you come out every hour. Someone&rsquo;s there to feed you, and Freda&rsquo;s there saying, &lsquo;Go back in the water.&rsquo; They&rsquo;re really, really a presence in Channel swimming. I can&rsquo;t imagine it without them.</p>
<p>Alison and Freda had said to call when the first tide came up, which was the 4th of September. I called them just before that weekend, and they said, &lsquo;Oh, it&rsquo;s looking good. Think about training very little this weekend. You might be on a plane Sunday or Monday.&rsquo; The tide actually started on Tuesday, so I didn&rsquo;t train much that weekend; I did about half of what I usually did.</p>
<p>Then I called Alison again, and she said, &lsquo;Oh, sorry, looks really bad. It doesn&rsquo;t look like anyone&rsquo;s going to go. How do you feel about mid-September? How do you feel about October?&rsquo;&ldquo; I conveyed that to Guru, and his only advice was not to swim if the weather was bad.</p>
<p>Then a day went by, and I thought, &lsquo;Why don&rsquo;t I just call them again?&rsquo;&ldquo; I was supposed to swim with Neil, Freda&rsquo;s son and Alison&rsquo;s brother, as my pilot, but he had booked too many people, it seems. This time when I called, Alison said, &lsquo;Maybe we could give you another pilot. How fast can you get here?&rsquo; This was Tuesday, so Wednesday night Bahula and I were on a plane. Thursday we arrived, and Laura very graciously put both Bahula and me up. Then Friday I went into Dover just to swim. I hadn&rsquo;t been in cold water for a month, so I was a little nervous. When we got back to Canterbury Friday night, Freda called and said, &lsquo;Mate, you&rsquo;re going tomorrow.&rsquo;</p>
<p><strong>Bahula: </strong>Only on the evening of the second day did we find out that Vijaya&rsquo;s swim would begin the following morning. Sahana Gero, who would be joining us on the escort boat, was still at her flat in London at the time. She had to drive for more than two hours in the middle of the night, and arrived in Dover with little time to spare. That morning Cliff Golding, a Channel swimmer and Vijaya&rsquo;s good friend, came in his van to transport us and our gear to the Western Docks, treating us to his favourite amusing song about swimming the English Channel while en route. When we arrived, who was waiting for us in the marina&rsquo;s parking lot but Vijaya&rsquo;s beloved trainer Freda!</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> I was to go with a different pilot whom I&rsquo;d never met named Eddie Spelling. We were up quite late trying to get the boxes together. As luck would have it, I could not sleep, not at all. So I had about two hours&rsquo; sleep on the plane, and then Thursday night I slept, and Friday night I didn&rsquo;t sleep at all.</p>
<p>At 7:00 in the morning, we were on our way to the dock, getting a ride with Cliff Golding. Freda met us there, and I was very grateful that she had come to wish us well. Sahana came from London, and she was to take photos and video. Bahula and Laura were going to do the feeds, which would be every 30 minutes.</p>
<p>Then I met the pilot, Eddie, and he was so sweet. I don&rsquo;t know what Freda said to him, but it was clear the man had a mandate to get me to France. He looked at me, and he actually bowed. It was really kind of cute, and he said, &lsquo;Well, Freda told me a little bit about you.&rsquo;&ldquo;I said to myself, &lsquo;I don&rsquo;t know what she told you, but okay.&rsquo; I let him know that I wanted to meditate before I took off, and he said, &lsquo;Fine, meditate as long as you want. Just lift your arm when you&rsquo;re ready.&rsquo;</p>
<p>Then we all got on the boat, and I got greased up. They were putting the decorations up, including a photo of Guru meditating and another of him swimming, and Sahana had brought some garlands to put around the photos.</p>
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<p><strong>Some of Vijaya&#39;s favourite poems of Sri Chinmoy that her helpers placed around the boat:</strong></p>
<p>Daring enthusiasm and abiding cheerfulness<br/>
Can accomplish everything on earth<br/>
Without fail.</p>
<p>Just make tremendous progress<br/>
And tremendous improvement<br/>
In your own life.<br/>
Others will definitely be inspired<br/>
By the result.</p>
<p>I accept no limits<br/>
Because I come from<br/>
The limitless One.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>We went out of the harbour into Shakespeare Beach. I jumped out of the boat, swam into the shore, and then stood on the dry land. Then when I was done meditating, I lifted my arm and went into the water.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula:</strong> Vijaya was absolutely radiant and all smiles. The time had come. As the boat pulled away from its berth in the marina, Freda and Cliff waved from the shore.</p>
<p>With three decks, the Anastasia was quite a change from the Aegean Blue, as we were much higher above the water. On the rear deck, which was the highest, the movement of the wind and waves seemed to be amplified. The height of the boat also meant a different approach to feeding was needed. The first mate - &lsquo;Scotch Dave&rsquo; - jumped right in with a demonstration. He had fashioned a &lsquo;fishing reel&rsquo; system, with a very long cord tightly secured to the neck of a sports bottle, just under its pop-up cap. On the other end, the string could be released easily and then rewrapped around the reel to prevent it from becoming tangled. We had tried a system similar to this in earlier years, but Dave&rsquo;s ingenuity made all the difference. &lsquo;Let me show you how, luv,&rsquo; he said, grabbing the bottle and tossing it into the water like an American football. After a few tries, I felt like a National Football League quarterback throwing a touchdown pass, bringing my arm back and, with a snap, tossing it to land in easy reach of Vijaya almost every time.</p>
<p>Sahana was shooting video, although after driving most of the night and being able to apply the scopolamine patch only at the last minute, she looked a bit exhausted and &lsquo;green around the gills&rsquo;. But a little seasickness did not stop her from getting the excellent footage that served as the only visual record of Vijaya&rsquo;s swim. Sahana was also in charge of communicating with New York, all along the way giving progress reports for Sri Chinmoy, via Nilima.</p>
<p>Laura was part coach and part cheerleader. Knowing from personal experience the importance of every minute and every stroke, Laura wanted to ensure that Vijaya did not waste a second. Whenever Vijaya raised her head out of the water to look around, Laura would lean over the railing, shouting, &lsquo;Swim, swim!&rsquo;</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> I wasn&rsquo;t sure of the time because I had decided that this was going to be a meditative swim, where I would keep my mind calm and quiet and invoke God&rsquo;s Grace and Guru&rsquo;s spiritual strength. So I didn&rsquo;t wear a watch, and I wore earplugs&ndash; it would take a sonic boom to get through those earplugs, so if they said anything to me, for the most part I didn&rsquo;t hear them.&ldquo;The water was a little rough, and right away I had stomach problems and felt nauseous. I wasn&rsquo;t having an easy time of it, and I fed the fish a little. Then at one point, I said, &lsquo;You know, I&rsquo;d like to take some Dramamine,&rsquo; which is actually a lethal thing because it knocks you out. It&rsquo;s what I&rsquo;ve always taken before, and I think it&rsquo;s been an impediment to being successful. At the time, they looked at one another, talked it over with the pilot, and decided, &lsquo;You know, she hasn&rsquo;t had any sleep. We don&rsquo;t want to give her this because we think it will make her drowsier.&rsquo; I didn&rsquo;t know that they had given me a placebo. I was actually being so dutiful, and I bit it in half, thinking, &lsquo;I don&rsquo;t want to be sleepy, but I just don&rsquo;t want to throw up anymore.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula:</strong> For hours, we watched Vijaya intensely. Laura was like a worried mother. In between loudly cheering on Vijaya, in an &lsquo;aside&rsquo; tone of voice Laura would say to me, &lsquo;She needs to get on with it! She&rsquo;s fussing about out there!&rsquo; I replied, &lsquo;Laura, I know this look. Vijaya is feeling seasick.&rsquo; Shortly there after Vijaya began vomiting, sometimes violently. It was painful and heart-wrenching to watch, but we were afraid to give her Dramamine, which can cause drowsiness.</p>
<p><strong>Nilima:</strong> At the weekly Saturday morning two-mile race, Sri Chinmoy asked if I would call Vijaya&rsquo;s boat on my cell phone to see how she was doing at that moment, and thus began my task as Channel liaison. After speaking to Sahana on the boat, I conveyed to the Master that Vijaya was quite strong, but was having trouble with nausea and seasickness. Shortly after that, I heard back that Vijaya&rsquo;s seasickness had disappeared.</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> I think I was finally okay after Sahana, who was our communicator, relayed the information on how I was doing back to Guru in New York, via Nilima. At that time I think that Grace came and relieved me of that particular anguish, and I just started swimming without that problem.</p>
<p>It was an incredible swim because, by quieting the mind, I really was just invoking Guru&rsquo;s meditative presence with every stroke. It was a very personal, very deep experience, and I was full of gratitude. At one point I looked up, and they were putting garlands around the photos, and it was very beautiful. And the co-pilot &ndash; he was a bit of a character &ndash; was running around with the garlands all over him while he was helping them put them on the pictures, and that gave me some joy, just to see that they were up there having fun.</p>
<p>But for the most part, I had my head down and I was just swimming, and really having this lovely, beautiful meditation, never once doubting that I would get to France.</p>
<p><strong>Nilima: </strong>After the race, the Master wrote a race prayer as part of a series that he composed weekly. I was happy when I realized that it had a swimming theme, so I conveyed the prayer to the boat. Sri Chinmoy also set tune to the prayer, as he often did, and Tanima Bossart, an excellent singer and musician, later taught the song to Sahana and Bahula over the phone, and they sang it for Vijaya as she was swimming. The prayer reads:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>My Lord Supreme,<br/>
No more will You suffer<br/>
For my sake.<br/>
My life has stopped swimming<br/>
In ignorance-lake</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Fortunately, Sri Chinmoy was usually very accessible on Saturdays, from the morning race, to afternoon and then evening gatherings with disciples at Aspiration-Ground. He was frequently asking what Vijaya&rsquo;s situation was, so I did not have to feel that I was intruding on his privacy. Each time he was informed of a problem, the next thing I heard was that it had been resolved, as was the case with Vijaya&rsquo;s early nausea. It was as if he was already aware of each difficulty, and was taking action to solve the problem on the spiritual level, even as he was asking us for information.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula:</strong> As the hours clipped by, Vijaya swam on. We sang; we timed her strokes. I prepared feeds in the galley and marched up and down the two sets of narrow wooden stairs that led between the lower and the top deck. As night fell, the wind began to pick up. The air became chilly and damp, and we donned our jackets. A new and improved system for watching swimmers at night had been introduced since our last trip. Vijaya was wearing a bright red battery-operated flashing light, which could be seen from quite far away, and which shone through the water if a large wave came up.</p>
<p>She still had a strong tendency to swim away from the boat, and this problem became quite pronounced at night. Once you are in the middle of the Channel, there is very little ambient light. Lights from the distant coast seem more like stars. The colour of the water and the sky seems to range from black to blacker. There are a few lights from other boats on the water, and a soft glow from the navigation instruments in the cabin. In the quiet of the night, in the vast expanse of water, you can hear the lapping of the waves against the boat. It is beautiful, with almost a hypnotic effect.</p>
<p>Eddie thought that Vijaya might be having difficulty seeing the Anastasia from the water and judging the distance. So he brought out a super-bright spotlight and asked us to shine it along the line where he wanted Vijaya to swim, hopefully helping her to maintain the right distance from the boat. When we first tried to do this, Vijaya looked a bit confused, asking: &lsquo;Why are you shining that light in my eyes?&rsquo; After a little time to adjust, however, this seemed to work pretty well. Laura, Sahana and I stood together on the top deck, taking turns watching, holding the spotlight, and throwing feeds into the water.</p>
<p>Vijaya still looked strong. She was maintaining her form, and although her stroke did not have a fast turnover, she seemed to be getting &lsquo;purchase&rsquo; out of each pull of her arm - a testament to her weight training.</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> Then night came, and it was different from my previous swims when I would always say, &lsquo;Oh, night, oh no!&rsquo; I don&rsquo;t see too well at night, and I have a little difficulty following the boat. This time I embraced it, and I thought, &lsquo;Well, this is going to be when I finish, so I&rsquo;m embracing the evening because at some point in the evening I&rsquo;m going to finish.&rsquo;&ldquo;</p>
<p>Somehow I didn&rsquo;t make it into shore at Calais. I was noticing that on my left there was shore, and my mind was saying, &lsquo;Hmmm, why aren&rsquo;t we going towards the shore?&rsquo; Then I realised that the tide was taking me along the shore.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula:</strong> After a while, Vijaya and her boat seemed to be approaching the French shore. A dense black shape &ndash; the shadow of one of the cliffs &ndash; seemed to be moving closer. We were feeding Vijaya at half-hour intervals. On my next trip to the galley, Eddie had thrilling news: &lsquo;She&rsquo;s getting close, maybe only an hour more, it won&rsquo;t be long now. Since the timing is tight, after this feed, hold off on the next one.&rsquo;&ldquo;</p>
<p>But somehow, even with the precious time that should have been saved from skipping a feed, Vijaya seemed to be losing ground. Eddie suggested we encourage her to push harder in the water, to try to go faster. Vijaya looked up at us and said &lsquo;I am already swimming as hard as I can!&rsquo; Then, at her next feed, Vijaya added, &lsquo;I can&rsquo;t breathe.&rsquo; O my God! I knew she was exhausted &ndash; and I had also heard that after long periods of lying flat in salt water, the salt can enter into a swimmer&rsquo;s mucous membranes and lungs and cause them to swell. Sahana relayed this problem to New York by phone. In the meantime, Laura and I anxiously wondered if it would it be okay to give Vijaya an antihistamine tablet now. We were afraid of making her drowsy, but breathing difficulties sounded infinitely worse!</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> The sequence of events might be a little mushy here, but for a long time I was having trouble breathing. Laura in particular was really yelling, &lsquo;Swim, swim!&rsquo; and I was panting because my throat was closing up. The body&rsquo;s very interesting. It found a way to close my nasal passages and my throat so that the salt water couldn&rsquo;t get in, but the problem was neither could air. When I would turn to draw for air, it wasn&rsquo;t enough, and I would have to stop and just try to get some air in. Then finally I communicated this to the boat, and I said, &lsquo;Give me an antihistamine, please.&rsquo; I think Sahana got the message back to New York very quickly, so with the Grace, along with the antihistamine, just like that I could breathe.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula: </strong>After Vijaya took the antihistamine tablet, her breathing seemed to ease somewhat. Once again, Eddie reported that Vijaya was doing well and that we seemed to be moving into shore with the tide. But soon, Eddie was back &ndash; to tell us that an opposing current was picking up. It was critical, he said, that Vijaya get past the tide before it changed, because if she was pulled down the coast by the next tide, it would mean hours and hours of swimming.&bdquo;</p>
<p><strong>Sahana:</strong> Vijaya had been swimming parallel to the French coast because she could not break through the tides and get to shore. Finally, we saw the lighthouse which signalled the end of the coast. The pilot came out and said, &lsquo;Whatever you guys do &ndash;praying or singing &ndash; do whatever you guys do. But if she misses that lighthouse, then there&rsquo;s nothing I can do. She&rsquo;s in the open sea, and we&rsquo;ll have to pull her out.&rsquo;&ldquo;</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya:</strong> Then they said: &lsquo;Swim hard!&rsquo; The only way I can describe my final push is &lsquo;messy&rsquo;. In a very messy way, I just pushed with everything I had. I know I was definitely swallowing a lot of water, but it didn&rsquo;t matter. I was just going as fast as I could.</p>
<p><strong>Nilima:</strong> After the evening function, there was a small gathering of disciples at Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s house. I spent most of the time on the cell phone, keeping the Master abreast of her progress during the last hour or so. Everything was touch and go, with the real possibility &ndash; although Vijaya was very near the shore and swimming her hardest &ndash; that the tide could sweep her backout to sea. I could hear the crew members screaming, &lsquo;Swim! Swim faster! Go, go!&rsquo;&ldquo; When I told Sri Chinmoy of Vijaya&rsquo;s dire predicament, he meditated deeply for a few minutes and then gave an enigmatic smile. As the disciples left to go home, I felt that he continued to concentrate on the situation.</p>
<p><strong>Sahana:</strong> Vijaya had been fighting and fighting for nearly 22 hours and now everything was very, very close. At any moment she could be thrown into the open sea. Within minutes of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s being informed, the pilot came out and said, &lsquo;I can&rsquo;t believe what just happened. The current changed direction. We&rsquo;re putting the dinghy out.&rsquo;&ldquo; When the dinghy goes out, you know the swimmer has made it. Since the larger boat cannot go all the way into shore, the dinghy accompanies the swimmer for the last 15 or 20minutes. Vijaya was finally able to break through the tide and was on her way to the shore. Hardly ever in my life have I felt such a real, concrete victory!</p>
<p><strong>Vijaya: </strong>Then at some point, I just felt like looking up. The boat was far away, but I could see that they were lowering the dinghy. And I thought, &lsquo;Ah! Oooh! Wait a minute! This could be land.&rsquo;Indeed, it was. The co-pilot, Dave, got in the dinghy, and he came over and guided me into the shore. The sky was cloudy, and it was getting light, and I thought, &lsquo;Wow, the moon is so luminous on the French shore.&rsquo; And then I realised, &lsquo;You know, this could be dawn.&rsquo;&ldquo;And indeed it was, and the beach was beautiful. It wasWissant Beach. I felt sand. I fell a few times, and then I stood on the French shore and looked out. And I was all gratitude.</p>
<p><strong>Bahula:</strong> By now it was around 5 am. The dawn was just beginning to break. In a few minutes, first mate Dave was scrambling down the ladder and putting a small dinghy into the water, paddling alongside Vijaya and explaining that he would row to the beach and bring her back to the boat. While Vijaya still had a few minutes to go, the celebrations on the boat began. We were calling everyone and laughing and, at the same time, crying with delight. Vijaya swam onto the sandy Wissant Beach and stood up on the shore. It was a soulful, glorious and unforgettable moment.</p>
<p>Returning from Wissant Beach back to the Anastasia in the dinghy, after having swum for 22 hours and 27 minutes in cold water, Vijaya climbed the ladder to the top deck of the boat, shivering all the while. Laura was the first to greet her, squeezing her tight in a huge bear hug, wrapping her in a dry towel and then in a down jacket and warm hat. After congratulations were exchanged all around, we tumbled down to the seating area on the middle deck of the boat. There was not quite room for everyone, but after a bit of food and warm drinks for Vijaya, we all collapsed onto the boat&rsquo;s benches and fell into an exhausted sleep. After our refreshing nap on the return trip from France to England, the Anastasia pulled into the Dover marina, with her precious cargo of a newly minted English Channel swimmer.</p>
<p>Vijaya&rsquo;s friends and admirers were waiting at the dock to congratulate and welcome her with open arms. On this sparkling Sunday morning, Freda and Ali, Cliff, and Kevin Murphy, known as the King of the Channel with 34 successful solo crossings, and his wife, all turned out. Their heartfelt and sincere admiration for Vijaya was obvious. Ali hugged Vijaya, shook her hand, and said, &lsquo;Welcome to the club, Vijaya!&rsquo; and added &lsquo;Another one for Sri Chinmoy!&rsquo;&ldquo;And Freda asked, &lsquo;What is going to happen now, Vijaya? How is Channel swimming going to survive without you coming over?&rsquo;</p>
<p><strong>Sahana</strong>: Vijaya&rsquo;s heart became part and parcel of the Channel. She totally embraced the whole Channel swimming world, and the Channel community also embraced her. She was larger than life. It was different for her than for many other swimmers who had easily succeeded on their first try. Vijaya had always said she was not the fastest swimmer. But to have the patience and stamina to swim for that long, to me, shows she was truly amazing.</p>
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<blockquote>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy&#39;s comments after Vijaya&#39;s talk:</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Vijaya! Bravo, bravo,Vijaya! Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo!</p>
<p>I can only say this much: concern is not a mere dictionary word. Concern can be a reality of the heart. In my case, concern was a reality of the heart for Vijaya&rsquo;s swim, not a mere dictionary word. I offered tremendous, tremendous concern for her victory.</p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_pu8w7hk"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_pu8w7hk">1.</a> In honouring awardees with the &ldquo;Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart&quot; award, Sri Chinmoy would physically lift them overhead, as they stood on a ceremonial platform attached to a weightlifting apparatus.</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/vijaya-oldest-american-woman-swim-channel">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;One of Sarama&#039;s kids&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Pradhan</strong><br/>
<em>at the time of Sarama&#39;s passing, 2013</em></p>
<p>I suspect the means by which I arrived at Guru&rsquo;s path was not atypical: someone served as a portal. That individual &ldquo;parents&quot; you along the way. Inevitably, you develop a relationship with that person&mdash;a relationship that has some paternal or maternal feel to it. For me, that person was Sarama. I&rsquo;m one of Sarama&rsquo;s kids. I say that proudly.</p>
<p>Permit me to recollect back to those days. It was 1971. I had regularly been practising hatha yoga, which awakened a curiosity about meditation. I lived in Hartsdale, New York, and to continue my hatha yoga and hopefully learn of meditation, I called every yoga centre in the New York area. The very last place that I called was Yoga of Westchester. It was last because the name &ldquo;Yoga of Westchester&quot; frankly didn&rsquo;t invoke a spiritual feeling for me. But I called and asked the woman who answered the phone whether her school offered meditation programmes. That woman was Sarama.</p>
<p>Unhesitatingly Sarama said, &ldquo;Yes, and if you&rsquo;re interested in meditating with a spiritual Master of the highest calibre&quot;&mdash;I remember these words because I have said them over and over again&mdash;&ldquo;Sri Chinmoy is offering a free public meditation.&ldquo;</p>
<p>I attended that meditation. Were it not for that invitation, I might not be a disciple today. So my gratitude to Sarama has its beginnings back then.</p>
<p>Sarama brought more than one hundred disciples to Guru. Perhaps, if you joined the path after 1980, you may not know what a whirlwind Sarama was in the late &rsquo;60s and &rsquo;70s. This was before Jamaica had evolved to be the community that it is now. We were a bit more dispersed. Sarama lived in New Rochelle, New York, and was a key figure in Centre manifestation. Sarama was an official (and super-excellent) photographer. So many of the most wonderful photos that you see, still to this day, are Sarama&rsquo;s photos. She produced a small album of photos called the &quot;high-consciousness&ldquo; album that contained photos of Guru in extraordinary states of meditation. When you purchased one, Guru signed it. Guru signed mine, &ldquo;Sandy, all my love and blessings.&quot;</p>
<p>It all happened at 16 Bancker Place in New Rochelle. It was a devotional hub. Sarama gave her hatha yoga classes there. The hatha yoga classes always ended with breathing exercises and then Sarama would invite people who were interested to stay to meditate.</p>
<p>I remember attending my first class and meeting Sarama for the first time. She seemed a little eccentric; she remained so until her last breath. But I was also impressed: here was this &ldquo;cool&quot; woman who taught yoga, who definitely had this other-worldly thing going on. I remember just liking Sarama; I mean, I really plain ol&rsquo; liked her.</p>
<p>After that first hatha yoga class, I was the only one to stay for the meditation. It was just the two of us, and I had no idea how to meditate. Nowadays we give weeks and weeks and weeks of instruction on how to meditate. But her complete instruction was simply this: &ldquo;Quiet your mind and concentrate on Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s third eye.&quot; That was it&mdash;end of story! Nothing more! This was her devoted faith in Guru, which she always, always had. I followed her instruction and had a very nice experience, so I asked her if I could have one of those photos. In those days the Transcendental Photograph was given out quite readily. I took one and started meditating as Guru had prescribed.</p>
<p>Sarama&rsquo;s New Rochelle home was entirely dedicated to Guru. On the first floor was the hatha yoga classroom and behind that was the meditation room. In her basement was a darkroom for developing her photos. At times, the entire house was strewn with second-hand items that eventually were sold in yard sales as fundraising for the Centre. Eventually, this yard-sale activity officially evolved into an enterprise called I Need This Store. The first incarnation of the store was in New Rochelle. Then, when Sarama moved to Queens, she opened a second incarnation on Parsons Boulevard.</p>
<p>On the second and third floors of the New Rochelle house were the residence areas, and four disciples lived there. Those would be Sunil, Pulak, Rupantar and me. We were all Sarama&rsquo;s kids. She definitely nurtured all of us along. We all developed photos in the darkroom. All of us became hatha yoga instructors. We all spent hours pricing items to sell in yard sales. She started us on this road and nurtured us along as we travelled. The four of us developed a wonderful, wonderful bond. To this day, when I see Pulak or Rupantar, they are really, really like brothers to me.</p>
<p>Of the four of us, Sunil was undoubtedly the most disciplined. Not many people know that Sunil was my very, very first best-friend on the path. We were really inner friends. Whenever I would see Sunil, it would feel as though I was actually passing through him on some subtle plane. Once, while taking prasad, Sunil and I were in line together and when Guru saw us, he simply remarked, &ldquo;Good friends.&quot; As I said, Sunil was definitely the disciplined one. He would wake up before 6:00 a.m. every morning, come out of his room, and then blow his nose. I would liken it to what I would imagine the conch shells sounded like in the Mahabharata, because Sunil&rsquo;s nose-blowing served to wake up the entire household. It was quite amazing.</p>
<p>Rupantar would peek into my room and marvel at the fact that my shrine candles were always in perfect like-new condition. I hope he wasn&rsquo;t terribly disappointed when one day he looked closely to discover that they were actually plastic candles. That&rsquo;s why they never melted and were always perfect.</p>
<p>Rupantar&rsquo;s incredibly amazing capacity as a selfless-server was apparent even back then. He would work and work and work, often until he would fall asleep on the spot from exhaustion. His other capacity, which perhaps is not as well known, was his ability to literally eat any combination of food and find it absolutely delicious. We boys had our own refrigerator in the basement. It was a typical boys&rsquo; refrigerator loaded with ketchup, mayonnaise and relish produced decades earlier. This is what guys&rsquo; refrigerators look like. I will never forget Rupantar devouring a ketchup, sauerkraut and peanut butter sandwich. He was eating it with such enthusiasm, and he invited me to join him: &ldquo;Pradhan, this is delicious! You have to try this.&quot; I managed to avoid that experience.</p>
<p>Pulak was quirky even back then. Who doesn&rsquo;t love Pulak? Even when he gathers his thoughts, Pulak is entertaining. But he is so devoted! Again, I remember the early days when on a trip to Antigua, Guru asked Pulak to fill all the potholes on Guru&rsquo;s running courses. Every morning Pulak would go out and fill those potholes.</p>
<p>I think it is to Sarama&rsquo;s credit that all four of us remained on the path all these years. Now, Sarama has left us. I know that we are all supposed to feel okay with that because she is with Guru. Yes, we know this. At the same time I remember when a disciple passed away and Guru meditated with her family members. At the end of that meditation Guru actually wiped tears away from his eyes. He said that, even though he had a free access to her soul, on a human level he felt sadness. So with Sarama&rsquo;s passing, I think it&rsquo;s okay to feel a little bit sad.</p>
<p>Whenever I would come to New York, occasionally running into Sarama was always special. We&rsquo;d stop and chat and at those times, I was reminded that I was one of her kids. Having given many classes myself, I know that it&rsquo;s a great feeling when you inspire someone. And should they start meditating, that&rsquo;s even more wonderful. But there&rsquo;s no greater gift that you can offer someone than to bring them to their path and their Teacher. Sarama gave that gift to me and to many of us. For that, I will always be so, so grateful. I&rsquo;m happy to put my name on the list of those people who really love Sarama. She was a truly genuine disciple and always, always an inspiration to me.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/one-saramas-kids">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How I found My Guru</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Considering that I stumbled into this world as a fourth-generation atheist, who would have predicted a future for me on a spiritual path? My immigrant grandmother had never been exposed to the world of spirituality, nor had my mother, who arrived in America when she was all of six months old.</p>
<p>One summer day in the summer camp I ran with my husband in Glen Wild I was visited by an old violist friend, Sol Montlack, whom I hadn&rsquo;t seen in several years. I recalled that the last time I had seen him, he had been with another spiritual group. A friend had told him of my new interest in yoga. He was no longer with that group or any of the many other groups he had tried. He said, &quot;I have found a Guru who is everything I have been looking for. His name is Chinmoy.&quot; He pronounced Chinmoy so that it sounded Chinese. The thought raced through my mind that I would meet his Guru and that he would be my Guru, which surprised me. I was not even sure what a Guru was.</p>
<p>I learned that my old friend Sol was now <em>Dulal</em>, meaning &#39;favourite son&#39;, the spiritual name given him by Sri Chinmoy. He also was president of the Aum Centre, as the Sri Chinmoy Centre was known in the early days. At the end of summer camp, the conversation with Dulal flashed through my mind and, with a feeling of great urgency, I phoned him and said, &quot;I&rsquo;d like to meet your Guru.&quot; Dulal mentioned that he had shown me Guru&rsquo;s picture at the camp. Although I had no recollection of that, I learned later that when you see a picture of the spiritual Master who is meant for you, the bond may be established then and there. I do believe it was!</p>
<p>I was living in Westchester at the time, but Thursday happened to be the one day of the week that I regularly went into Manhattan for a Spanish dance class. Luckily, it was also the day Guru held meditations for seekers in Manhattan. The following Thursday after my dance lesson I tucked away my castanets and Spanish shoes and, sweaty clothes and all, grabbed a cab and made it crosstown just in time for meditation with Guru.</p>
<h2>My first meditation at the AUM Centre</h2>
<p><strong>September 21, 1967</strong></p>
<p>I climbed four flights of stairs in an old brownstone building on East 84th Street to a small railroad flat apartment. This was the early home of the Aum Centre and its young Guru. Everyone sat in the living room, most of us on chairs, and a few on a sofa against the side wall. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of incense and a small shelf in one corner held a flickering electric candle. The Guru stood with folded hands in front of us. The silence was profound. I had already been meditating for over a year on my own, so I closed my eyes and turned inward to enjoy the peace that I felt in this room.</p>
<p>After a few minutes, my eyes flew open spontaneously to find Sri Chinmoy standing right in front of me with a small flower in his folded hands. He looked at me with a warm otherworldly smile and gently put the flower into my hands. As he placed his hands over mine, I felt a thrilling vibration flow through my whole being.</p>
<p>Then he turned to a tray of flowers held by an ethereal woman, whose name I soon learned was Alo Devi. I watched him as he moved about the room offering a flower to each meditator. I had no idea that this was the beginning of a 45-year blessing for this former atheist!</p>
<p>Guru then sat cross-legged with folded hands and meditated with us some more. When the meditation was over and everyone had gone home, Dulal introduced me to Guru, who bowed humbly. In my na&iuml;vet&eacute;, I asked Guru if I could have an interview with him. He very kindly offered to speak with me on the following Thursday after the meditation. Some time later I learned that one usually did not obtain an interview until they had been attending meditation for several months. But Guru was all kindness to this new ignoramus.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/how-i-found-my-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Ultrarunning adventures</h2><div class="field-item"><figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/storyimages/sarama-sri-chinmoy-200-mile-race.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Sarama recieves her trophy from Sri Chinmoy after the 200 mile race, March 1986</figcaption>
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<h2>Record of Sarama’s Multiday Road Races<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_5umqca2" title="(Courtesy: Sahishnu, Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team)" href="#footnote1_5umqca2">1</a></h2>
<p><strong>1985</strong>    Nov 29- Dec 4    58yrs    5 Day Race   <br/>
202 miles in 5 days = 40+ miles/day</p>
<p><strong>1986</strong>    Mar 16-20    59 yrs    <br/>
200 Mile Race    200 miles in 4 days = 50 miles/day</p>
<p><strong>1987</strong>    Nov 7-12    60 yrs    5 Day Race    <br/>
235 miles in 5 days = 47 miles/day</p>
<p><strong>1988</strong>    May 20-June 7    61 yrs    <br/>
700 Mile Race    303 miles in 155:53:45 (6+days)  = 44.8 miles/day</p>
<p><strong>1989</strong>    Sept 18-Oct 6    62 yrs    <br/>
Ultra Trio (700; 1,000; 1,300 races – Sarama did the 700)           <br/>
700 Mile Race:  <em><strong>623 miles</strong></em> in 14 days   = 44.5 mi/day for 14 days     <br/>
310 miles in first 6 days = 51+ miles/day;                       <br/>
This was Sarama’s best race - it was a US Women’s Record or age 60-64, and the longest distance ever covered by a woman of her age group at that time. Sarama was 3rd woman and 5th overall, including men.    </p>
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<h2>Hurricane Gloria and the 24 hour race</h2>
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<figcaption>Sarama competes in the Essex City Ultra, 1986</figcaption>
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<p>I was running in our 24-Hour Race in 1985 when Hurricane Gloria hit, just after the race began. In the first half hour, the hurricane demolished the counters’ station. It looked as if a bomb had struck, but no one was hurt. Rupantar was hit by a sheet of plywood flying from the roof, but was miraculously uninjured.  It was warm, the rain felt good and we could tell that Guru was looking after us, but soon Parks Department trucks came down the road with bullhorns bellowing, “This race is cancelled! This race is cancelled!„ We were all enjoying the race, so we just smiled and kept right on going. Not only had Yiannis Kouros come all the way from Greece to break a 100-year-old 24-hour record, but one couple had also come all the way from Hawaii just to run our race! We had no intention of stopping unless Guru said so!</p>
<p>The rain and wind ended at about 3 P.M. and the sun came out. It was so pleasant and warm that everything dried by itself, and I didn’t even have to change my clothes or running shoes. When night came the lights were not turned on in the park as we had expected they would be. The official who had given orders to stop the race was angry that we had gone over her head to the Commissioner, who had allowed us to continue when Guru said he would accept responsibility for anything that might happen.</p>
<p>No problem! Disciples parked their cars in strategic spots along the route and shined their headlights to light our way. There was also a full moon shining in a cloudless sky. Some disciples arranged lovely luminarias (paper-bag-and-candle “lanterns„) along the path. The race was a memorable and unforgettably beautiful experience for everyone—and Yiannis did break the world record!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_5umqca2"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_5umqca2">1.</a> (Courtesy: Sahishnu, Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team)</li>
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<h2>Immortal Photographs</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p>Pulak: Certainly some of Sarama’s greatest contributions to the Centre are the immortal photos of Guru she took during the ’70s, the most significant of which were compiled in a “high-consciousness album" that Guru would personally sign whenever anyone bought one. Besides those there are literally hundreds of sublime photographs documenting Guru’s unfolding manifestation.</p>
<p>Of these, the "Christ-consciousness" photo is probably Sarama’s most popular photo of Guru. Sarama told me the story of this picture many times, and I repeat it here. It was taken at a small church in Queens on Christmas Eve, 1974. Guru had planned a Christmas meditation for the evening. Before the function began, Guru instructed the photographers that he would be entering into a very high consciousness, and because the click of a camera could be very painful when he was so elevated, he did not want any photographs taken.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-meditation-christ-play-the-son-600.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />As the meditation proceeded, Guru did enter into a very high consciousness and he also placed a shawl around his shoulders. He was standing beside a copy of a painting of the Christ. Knowing she would be consciously disobeying Guru’s express request if she took a picture, at first Sarama restrained herself from taking a shot. But at a certain point it became impossible to suppress the urge. The seeker in her could not let this immortal moment pass by unrecorded. So, Sarama said, she was compelled to take two shots, and she was willing to take the consequences.</p>
<p>The next day when she showed the prints to Guru, he selected the second one, and said that she had caught the moment he was in the Christ-consciousness. Guru was not the least bit upset. He was, in fact, grateful that Sarama had been obedient to her inner voice.</p>
<p>The full name that Guru gave to this photograph was “Christ-consciousness: Simplicity he saw, Purity he felt, Divinity he became."</p>
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<p>Back in the early years, Guru held meditations in St. Paul’s Chapel at Columbia University. Two of my Columbia photographs of Guru have become widely known—there have been large prints of them displayed on the wall at Annam Brahma Restaurant for many years.Many people have asked for the story behind those pictures, because it is quite obvious that something powerful is going on, on a higher plane. So here is Guru’s explanation.In the first of the two pictures, Guru is looking heavenward, with such intensity that his hands appear to be totally stiff. In the second picture, he is looking down, with an expression of amazement on his face. He explained to me that in the first photo he is looking up into the heavens at the enormous size and power of the Supreme. In the second picture, he is looking down at everyone in the audience, amazed that the Supreme intends to manifest all of this power in every one of these little ant-like creatures down below.</p>
<p>The third Columbia photograph, which shows Guru seated in a chair, remained fairly unnoticed, except by me, for perhaps a year. One day I was inspired to enlarge Guru’s head. It then became an instant hit, especially for use on posters. Guru said that it embodied his “light consciousness,„ and so it became known as the Light photograph.</p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/1980-07-20-anniversary-of-everest-aspiration-goosepond-park-1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Pulak: The “Everest-Aspiration" photograph„ was taken by Sarama on 20 July 1980, during the third anniversary celebration of Guru’s immortal Everest-Aspiration—100 spontaneous talks given by Guru in 20 days from 1-20 July 1977. The anniversary celebration was held at Goose Pond Park (Captain Tilly Park), and Guru was offering a very high meditation.</p>
<p>For my birthday in 1997 I was inspired to offer this photo for prasad, so I brought a copy to Guru’s house and showed it to him for his approval. When I handed Guru the photo, he concentrated on it for quite a while. Then he reached for a pen and wrote on it, “Supreme, I am all Yours", and drew some birds. He handed the photo back to me, saying, “Very good", and telling me to copy it exactly as it was for everyone.</p>
<p>Most significantly, Sarama was the first disciple entrusted by Guru to reproduce his Transcendental Photograph and to safeguard the negatives.</p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/immortal-photographs">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Yoga-Life Perfection</h2><div class="field-item"><p>After we moved to Queens, Guru said that I should have a yoga centre in Manhattan also. That was not easy. Rents were high and the one nice place that I found refused to rent to a yoga group!</p>
<p>I finally found a loft on 30th St. which had two large rooms for classes and a room for someone to live in. It would have been perfect except that the building was not open all the time and the hours did not always fit the class schedule we would have liked. Pam, who was in charge of the new Centre, had a key, so she could get in whenever she needed to, but it was not always convenient for the students. It was also a long trip back to Queens for me, after teaching an evening class.</p>
<p>We had one truly memorable event there, however. On July 13, 1977, Guru inaugurated the studio as a Divine Enterprise, naming it <em>Yoga-Life Perfection of New York</em>. Guru meditated with us and gave a few talks which have since been published in his book <em>Everest-Aspiration</em>.</p>
<p>The inauguration evening is still remembered by many New Yorkers as the night the lights went out throughout the city. What better place to be with no lights than a yoga centre, with Guru and lots of candles!</p>
<p>We meditated some more, sang and listened to more stories while waiting for the lights to come on again, but they didn&rsquo;t. After a few more hours we decided to make our way home. Fortunately there were enough cars to take us back to Queens, because the subways were not running. Of course there were also no street lights or traffic lights working, so good Samaritans stood in the crossings to help control traffic. Happy news was that everyone got home safely.<br/>
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<p>Reminiscences of that evening:</p>
<p><em>Pulak:</em> Sarama was inspired to open a branch of Yoga-Life Perfection in Manhattan in 1976, and for some time thereafter focused her attention on that goal, which, of course, involved me in all aspects of the renovation of the space. She found a loft on 30th Street near Broadway in early 1977, and although I was working for the United Nations Development Programme at that time, I used to go to her future yoga studio after work and on weekends, along with a few other disciples, to clean, construct walls, and do other necessary tasks. I was particularly in charge of designing the circuitry and rewiring the studio. Sarama was personally in charge of coordinating all construction activities.</p>
<p>Finally the work was complete in July 1977, and it was just at this period that Guru was composing and delivering the talks which were later printed in Everest-Aspiration, which he considered to be one of his most significant books. Guru set July 13th as the inauguration date for the studio, and everything was made perfect in time for Guru&rsquo;s arrival at around 9 PM.</p>
<p>Sarama showed Guru through the studio and then about 60-70 disciples went to the back meditation room. Guru began the meditation, and called Sarama to come to the front of the room, where he blessed her. Then he began delivering several of the Everest-Aspiration talks: <em>You and Your Perfection</em>, <em>Yoga and Oneness, Hatha Yoga, Intuition, Perfection </em>and<em> If You Have, Then Come to Me</em>. Remarkably, most of these talks were inspired by Sarama or her enterprises, as &lsquo;Sarama&rsquo; means intuition, and her two enterprises were Yoga-Life Perfection and Intuition-Perfection.</p>
<p>In the middle of one of the talks, suddenly the lights went out and there was complete darkness. I was shocked into action and went to check the fuse-box, but I could not find any problem there. Then I went to the front window and saw that all the lights were out in every direction. Others confirmed my discovery. I later learned that there was a black-out across the entire north-eastern U.S.</p>
<p>Guru calmly asked Sarama if she had any candles, and Sarama brought out a bunch of candles and lit them, mainly around Guru, as he continued delivering his talks in an even more deeply spiritually charged atmosphere. After finishing the talks, Guru stayed for a while speaking casually and joking with Sarama and others, creating a warm, family feeling at the end of the evening.</p>
<p>Arpan: Guru inaugurated Yoga-Life Perfection on July 13th, 1977, during his Everest-Aspiration talk series.</p>
<p>Pulak had done the wiring in the studio, and suddenly the lights and air conditioner went out during the talks. At that time Pulak got scared because he thought it was his fault! He went to the breaker box, and all the fuses were good. Then, when we opened up all the windows because it was hot, we saw that all of Manhattan had gone out. Actually, half the East Coast had gone out in the biggest blackout we had had up to that time.</p>
<p>Guru had a battery-powered pen with a flashlight on one end and a fan on the other end. As soon as the lights went out, he turned on the flashlight and the fan. It was as if Guru knew it was going to happen. Then Adhiratha and I and a few others took some food trays and started fanning Guru with them.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/yoga-life-perfection">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Charming stories</h2><div class="field-item"><h3>A sari story</h3>
<p><strong>(Or a lesson in non-attachment and mind-reading)</strong></p>
<p>At one time we were celebrating some very special occasion. Gurudev was seated on a chair beside his house, which was the Centre, with a small pile of saris before him. All the girl disciples, about twenty of us at the time, stood in a line with folded hands. Smiling, he took a sari from the top of the stack and handed it to each girl in turn. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the pile of saris, wondering which one I would receive. I noticed one sari which seemed to be mostly brown and very dark red, and I hoped that I would not receive that one.</p>
<p>When I got to the front of the line, there was still one lovely sari on top of the one that I didn’t want. I thought, “Whew! That was close."</p>
<p>Well, Guru was not going to let me get away with that. He picked up ‘my’ sari, considered it carefully, set it aside and—guess which one he gave to me?</p>
<p>I was reminded of that incident whenever I saw the girl wearing the sari I had been hoping for. For a strong and lasting lesson in non-attachment, I made a point of feeling especially happy and grateful whenever I wore my blessed red-and-brown sari.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates on and blesses Sarama, 1978. Sarama is wearing her brown-and-red sari.</figcaption>
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<h3>Another mind-reading story</h3>
<p><strong>From Pulak, who drove Guru everywhere</strong></p>
<p>Guru never wasted a minute. While riding, he would write poems or songs or add to his collection of thousands of bird drawings on an ever-present sketch pad.</p>
<p>One day Pulak was driving Guru around while he was drawing birds. From time to time, Pulak would glance over for a glimpse of Guru’s drawings. He wondered to himself why Guru was drawing all the birds facing in the same direction. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, than Guru started drawing birds facing the other way.</p>
<p>Pulak said, “Guru, are you reading my mind?"</p>
<p>Guru smiled and said, “Reading your mind is as easy as drinking water!"</p>
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<figcaption>An introduction by Sri Chinmoy to 'I picked a Rose For You' - a collection of Sarama's poems published 1975</figcaption>
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<h3>A Dead Soul</h3>
<p>After one meditation session with seekers, I was surprised to learn that Guru had accepted Helen, an elderly yoga student of mine. She had been a big nuisance during class meditations. She always blurted out questions, regardless of anyone else who might want to say something. The most annoying thing for everyone was that she kept asking the same questions, week after week.</p>
<p>Helen was very excited at being accepted. When Guru came downstairs, he took me aside and said, “You are wondering why I accepted Helen". I nodded. He explained, “She is a dead soul." I didn’t know what that meant, so he told me that as a dead soul, she might still live for quite a while or she could die tomorrow, but for purposes of making progress, her life was over. There was nothing more that she could learn in this incarnation. He said that her soul was hoping to get a little more light by staying on earth a little longer. The reason she kept asking the same questions was that she could not absorb the answers.</p>
<p>He had told Helen that she was being allowed to come to the meetings on the condition that she must come on her own and not ask any disciple to bring her. She came once or twice and then, when she asked someone for a ride, she was no longer allowed to attend.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy hands prasad to Sarama - 1976</figcaption>
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<h3>Mornings at the Playground - Guru's gloves</h3>
<p>Guru always encouraged us to work on our fitness. Early in the morning he himself would go to the “playground", as he called it, behind Jamaica High School. He played tennis on the volley-ball court or ran around the track with us and we did whatever we chose: playing ball, running or race-walking. While Guru was running on the track, disciples played handball or racquetball. They could also take a break if they wished and just stand around and chat for a bit. Some just watched Guru and meditated.</p>
<p>It was a chilly morning and it happened to be my birthday—my birthday is always chilly, since it falls in December. Gurudev came up to me, pulled off his gloves, and handed them to me with his sweetest smile. I treasured those gloves and wore them until they started to fall apart.</p>
<p>For a number of years I traveled to Manhattan on the subway to teach a weekly yoga class at the United Nations. One time, upon arriving home I discovered that I had lost one of Guru’s precious gloves. Well, I thought to myself, they were very worn. No sense grieving. A week later, on the way to my class once again, I was climbing the same subway stairs I had descended on the way home from the UN the week before. Looking down, I could not believe my eyes. There, lying on the next step, was Guru’s missing glove. In busy Manhattan, after a whole week had passed, I found that glove on the subway stairs! Not an earth-changing miracle, but a mini-miracle nevertheless. I guess that Guru wanted me to keep those gloves, well-worn though they were. I still have them, now tucked safely into a drawer.</p>
<h3>Guru's birthday at the Connecticut Centre</h3>
<p>Members of the Connecticut Centre had built an excellent outdoor stage for the programme that was planned for Guru’s birthday. The only problem facing us now was the possibility of rain, which seemed more like a probability.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates at the Connecticut Centre at a gathering to mark its 3rd anniversary in 1972. Photo by Sarama</figcaption>
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<p>While we were watching the programme, the sky was covered with clouds and scattered raindrops started to fall. Guru went up onto the stage and sat in a chair facing us. He looked up at the sky with great intensity, his eyes gleaming like searchlights. I glanced up and watched as the rain stopped. The clouds parted right over our heads and scudded off in four directions.</p>
<p>Later, when the rain started again, Guru walked out into the field about 200 feet away. He stood there for quite a while with his back to us. Upon returning he explained that he had had to turn his back because the power needed to stop the rain made the expression on his face so horrible that we wouldn’t have wanted to see him looking like that. This was Guru’s explanation for moving away and standing with his back to us for so long.</p>
<p>Shortly before midnight the boys started to set up for a slide show outside. A sheet hanging from the trees served as a screen, since the Centre didn’t have much money for goodies like screens in those days.</p>
<p>As the projector was being set up, drops started falling again, so someone went into the basement of the Centre to tell Guru.</p>
<p>Guru asked, “What time is it?" "Three minutes before 12", someone answered.Guru then told them to bring everything in and set up in the basement. No sooner was the equipment inside than a torrential rain began, exactly at midnight. Outside, a few greedy people snacking on the dinner leftovers got soaked!</p>
<h3>Guru's Birthday and Indra's rain-day</h3>
<p>For many summers we celebrated Guru’s birthday at the Connecticut Centre and Guru won every “battle" with the rain-god. I guess he decided not to push it any further, because one year we were holding his birthday celebration at the small church on 148th Street, around the corner from my house. We woke up to a heavily clouded sky which soon produced a flooding rainstorm. The programme was to begin at noon, and by then the roads in Connecticut were totally flooded and some nearly impassable. We delayed the start to allow the out-of-town people extra time, but still disciples were trickling in as late as three o’clock in the afternoon. Guru finally allowed Indra to have his day!</p>
<h3>Poltergeists</h3>
<p>I really can’t say that I believe in poltergeists, but I have seen a lot of strange things happening over the years. I first became aware of them years ago when I was living in New Rochelle.</p>
<p>At that time I habitually carried many different keys—house keys, thrift shop keys and car keys, all on one ring. One day I came home, unlocked the door and came in. The next time I looked for my keys, they were nowhere to be found. Fortunately I found duplicates here and there, but I was reluctant to make a new set, assuming that I would soon find the whole set of missing keys, as I knew they had to be in the house.</p>
<p>As time went by—days, weeks, even a month—I gave up hope. I made a new set and soon forgot all about the missing keys.About six months later I returned home one night around 11:00 P.M. I was tired and quickly got ready for bed. When I threw back the bedcovers, lo and behold— there were the keys, right in the middle of my bed, believe it or not!</p>
<h3>Fairies come down</h3>
<p>One day Guru said that he was bringing the fairies down for a day on earth. He said that Radha would see them and a few others might get a glimpse. One actually did appear right before her, looking like a leprechaun in a green suit and a peaked hat. She said she reached out and put her hands around him and her hands came together, compressing him like a soft balloon.</p>
<p>One of the boys saw a fairy, similarly outfitted (no wings on these fairies), on top of a chest of drawers beside which he was meditating. He watched it for a while, then suddenly realised he was seeing—a fairy?!—and it immediately disappeared.</p>
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<p><em><strong>These stories are from Rupantar:</strong></em></p>
<p><em>Inky</em>:  Sarama had a very old cat named Inky, who was on her last legs. Sarama often came home late, as most days she was out teaching yoga classes. This particular evening, as she opened the door to her house, Inky was lying on the floor waiting, and as Sarama walked in Inky left the body. Inky had waited for Sarama to return home. What a cat!</p>
<p>But that is not the end of the story. Sarama routinely had telephone conversations with Guru in those days, and Guru was aware of Inky’s passing. He told Sarama that he had given Inky’s soul the option of taking a human incarnation in her next life. But Inky had seen a picture of a cow somewhere in the house and wanted to return as a cow. Some cat!</p>
<p><em>My Spiritual Name</em>: Sometimes when Guru spoke to Sarama on the telephone I had the good fortune to be nearby. What a thrill it was to know that Guru was speaking on the telephone next to me! On this particular occasion, Sarama said Guru wanted to speak with me. Holy cow, this had never happened before! Guru just never spoke to me, as I was a new disciple.</p>
<p>Anyway, Guru told me that I was to get my spiritual name soon, but that if I told anyone, I would have to wait ten years! I kept my big mouth shut and soon received my spiritual name.</p>
</blockquote></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/charming-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Bazaar and &#039;I need this Store&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Shortly after I joined the Centre, one of the Manhattan disciples held a tag sale in her apartment to raise money for the Aum Centre, as we were then known. The sale raised over $300, which was quite successful, since there were only a few disciples at this point and only disciples (and seekers) donated and bought the sale items.</p>
<p>I suggested having a tag sale at my yoga centre, which was in a large house in Westchester. Guru liked the idea, so I solicited donations from my yoga students. They, and their wealthy families, responded generously. To make it more attractive we called it a ‘bazaar’ instead of a tag sale and we served homemade food.</p>
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<p>Merchandise flowed in, everything from a mink coat to a blue sapphire ring, as well as lots of nice less-expensive items. By the end of the day we had quadrupled the amount raised in the Manhattan sale. Needless to say, Guru was delighted. He hinted that perhaps we could do it again soon.</p>
<p>A few months later we held our next bazaar. The well-known guitarist Mahavishnu John McLaughlin and his friend Larry Coryell came with their wives and gave a concert while volunteers brought all kinds of delectable prepared foods to sell. Guru was so happy with the results that he said, “Could you not have one every month?" And so we did—one Sunday a month, with the help of quite a few yoga students, many of them former hippies who had become disciples. There were so many workers on bazaar day that we set up a cooking crew to prepare meals for everyone.</p>
<p>People worked on setting up and pricing items all day Saturday, the day before the bazaar. A few of us worked right through the night. If we sent someone out on a late errand, we had to check on him if he took too long, only to find him “meditating" fast asleep in his car.</p>
<p>As for the pricing of the items for our sales, we were all pretty clueless. However, sometimes, looking over the prices that had been put on some items, my intuition would kick in and I would decide that this price had to be higher or lower—mostly higher, because everyone had the selfless tendency to give the stuff away.</p>
<p>One day I came across a long necklace of rough dark green beads on an ordinary piece of string. Someone had marked it 50¢, but I had a feeling that they might be semi-precious stones in the rough, so I changed the price to $4.50. At the end of the bazaar they were still there. Then, following another flash of my intuition (intuition is the other meaning of my name, according to Guru), Rupantar offered to take them into the city to be appraised in one of the auction galleries. The beads turned out to be real jade and he came back with $1300! It would be a boon to have my intuition work like that more often, but fortunately or unfortunately it is something sporadic, over which I have no control.</p>
<h2>Don't rain on our bazaar!</h2>
<p>When I told my students about an upcoming bazaar, they said, “But it’s supposed to rain!" The weather turned out to be cloudy, but otherwise just fine. I soon found out from those surprised students who had not come because of the bad weather that it had rained everywhere except on our bazaar.</p>
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<p><em>Story by Rijuta: </em>Periodically, Sarama had held bazaars at her home so around March 1970, we had the good fortune to help prepare for and participate in one. Bazaars always required much planning and Sarama relished this because she was serving her “Gurudev" in a unique way.The day of the bazaar arrived. Many of us had worked hard to prepare for the whole day’s festivities. We had entertainment, lots of food and many surprisingly good items for sale. Guru honoured us by being present for much of the afternoon.</p>
<p>At the end of the day, I was stationed at the front door to say ‘goodbye’ to our guests. On his way out, Guru stopped by and said, “So this is Carol …„ and blessed me on the head. I was surprised because I wasn’t familiar with this gesture, and least of all did I expect to be the recipient of the feeling of so much love.</p>
<p>I held in the tears until Guru departed, then ran up the stairs to an empty room and tried to compose myself and figure out what had just happened to me. When I discussed the experience with Sarama, she suggested that Guru’s blessing might mean that I had been accepted as a disciple.</p>
<p>I asked her how she knew this, because I had not even requested to become a disciple. She explained that her name means ‘intuition’ and this was her strong feeling.</p>
<p>After a couple of days I asked Sarama to find out if I was accepted as a disciple. Shortly after my question was asked, I received a definite "YES!" In this way, Sarama’s friendship, care and hospitality changed the rest of my life, for I had now become a disciple of my soul’s eternal friend, Sri Chinmoy.</p>
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<h2>A pioneer divine enterprise: I Need This Store</h2>
<p>After a few months, the basement was loaded with so much merchandise that I said to Guru, “There is so much left-over stuff in my basement that one of the disciples could open a thrift shop and we’d have a steady income for the Centre." Guru’s response was, “Wonderful idea, Sarama. You will do it!"</p>
<p>As soon as I overcame the initial shock of being the “lucky one," I went store-hunting. I found a little empty shop on Main Street in New Rochelle, just a few blocks from our house. It seemed like the ideal place, but I didn’t see any heating system in the store. Well, there wasn’t any, but the owner of the building said, “Don’t worry about that. We’ll put in a blower system before winter."</p>
<p>Everybody came to work at the new store. Both yoga students and disciples continued to do selfless service. Many of the newcomers eagerly welcomed the opportunity for regular selfless service.</p>
<p>The store had a rotating schedule of volunteers, mostly from among my local students, many of whom had also become members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre. One of the neighborhood kids also pitched in from time to time.</p>
<p>After a major transformation, the likes of which we have become accustomed to by now, inauguration day finally arrived, and we eagerly awaited Guru’s announcement of the name of the store. He turned to me and said, “I hope you will like the name: ‘I—Need—This—Store.’ The ‘I’ in the name is the Supreme." I could think of nothing to say, as a thrill ran up my spine. I Need This Store was born!</p>
<p>A youngster who had been hovering about and helping us through all the construction was seeing Guru for the first time. He confided in me, “When I look at Sri Chinmoy, I feel as though my heart is being pulled out of my chest!" This young boy, who was about twelve years old, continued to spend a lot of time hanging out at the store after school. He was soaking up the “good vibes." I sometimes wonder what became of him.</p>
<p>Many of my students came from wealthy families who often donated very expensive belongings to the store. There were items like a gold cross on a gold chain, gold rings and earrings and other valuables. We felt that those items should not be on the top of the counter, so we kept them in an open box on a shelf inside the counter, behind glass. If someone expressed interest in any of the items, we took the box out to show them what we had.</p>
<p>One of the volunteers didn’t seem to realise that the expensive items were not on the counter for a good reason, so she decided they should be displayed more accessibly. Neighborhood kids used to come into the store quite often and one day, at closing time, the lady who was working in the store noticed a number of items missing from the box, which was on the counter.</p>
<p>The boy who had responded so deeply to Guru’s presence said that he knew who had taken the missing items. He also said that this boy, when he stole things, always carried them on his person until he was able to unload them. He said that he might be able to get the rest of the boys to help get them back. I asked him to bring the boys to the pizza parlor next door for a little talk. We sat at a table and I explained the whole philosophy of karma to them.</p>
<p>They must have been convinced, because they went right out, jumped the boy and brought back all the stolen stuff. He still had it all with the exception of the gold cross and chain, which he had already unloaded. An interesting aside on the young thief was that he was apparently the son of a New Rochelle police officer.</p>
<p>When winter came it was more difficult to get volunteers to come into the store. The owner never did put in the heating system that he promised. I felt that his partner simply didn’t want to spend the money. Our workers were catching cold and one even got pneumonia. Quite understandably, they were very reluctant to continue working there.</p>
<h2>Moving from Bancker Place to Queens</h2>
<p>There were more and more Sri Chinmoy Centre activities in Queens, and Sunil and I were driving down from New Rochelle at 5:30 A.M. for six o’clock meditations with Guru. Sunil, who lived in my house, would drive and I would sit beside him, poking him with my elbow whenever I saw his head nodding.</p>
<p>One day in September, 1973, I received a phone call from Guru: “It is time for you to move to Queens. Kindly sell your house in New Rochelle and move <em>I Need This Store</em> to Queens also." The next day I put my house on the market and went to Queens to look for a new home.</p>
<h2>Breaking the Lease</h2>
<p>The move would require breaking our five-year store lease. Since we had never received the promised heat, we had a good excuse for breaking it. When I told our landlord how many people had gotten sick because of lack of heat and that I intended to break the lease and move, he said, “Don’t worry—no problem." His partner was not so kind and understanding. When we moved out we owed $400 rent for the time that we had still been operating the store. We fully intended to pay that amount, but he was suing us for $900. I offered the $400. Rejected!</p>
<p>I rounded up a few workers who had caught everything from colds to pneumonia, and we marched into court, ready to testify. I know nothing about legal matters, but I decided to go in without a lawyer and just state the facts. We were greeted by their lawyer, who told us that our landlord had broken his leg and the court date would have to be postponed!</p>
<p>Fast forward to the next court date. I rounded up my crew again, and was greeted by the same lawyer as we entered. “I’m not handling your case," he said. “I asked to be relieved. You know they have already lost more money on you than they are suing you for.“ Soon the new lawyer appeared and informed me once again that—new excuse—this case would have to be postponed. My team was even more annoyed than I was and frustrated at the prospect of having to come in for the third time. As we were leaving, the lawyer cornered me and said, “You know, if you lose this case, it will cost you a lot more because you’ll have to pay the court costs as well." I gave him a big smile and exclaimed, “But we’re not going to lose!"The days went by and we heard nothing about a new date for the hearing. Then, lo and behold, I received a letter from the lawyer saying that the landlord would settle for $200! Was Guru behind this? Smiling, I quickly wrote out a $200 check, put it in an envelope, and mailed it before they could realise the favor they had done us! We never heard from them again.</p>
<h2>I NEED THIS STORE in Queens</h2>
<p>In Queens, the store was soon relocated to Parsons Boulevard (which by now should be renamed ‘Divine Enterprise Boulevard’!) in a store-front that had formerly been a butcher shop! The worst job of all was cleaning up a small room at the back, which was to become our jewelry room. It had been the room where they prepared the meat, and the meat hooks along the wall were surrounded by inch-deep layers of fat. Not a vegetarian paradise! I don’t recall who were the stalwart souls who undertook that job, but it was done to a T-bone.</p>
<p>Children are usually sensitive to Guru’s vibes. A couple of kids, a brother and sister, came after school and on weekends, hanging around and helping however they could, both before and after the store opened. Someone had made some button pins with Guru’s picture on them. The little girl wore hers all the time. One day she showed up without it and told me that her mother always borrowed it for bingo night, because it brought her good luck!</p>
<p>There was a big basement below the store, very handy for sorting and storing new merchandise.  I would stop by from time to time to see how things were going or if anything was needed. Once, as I was leaving, I remarked to the volunteer at the table, “It would be great to have a bell to signal someone downstairs when it gets busy upstairs.„ She heartily agreed. The store was big and it was quite impossible for one person to cover the three room-sized areas that needed to be watched. I returned to the store later and was greeted with a wide-eyed, “You won’t believe this!„ She said, “After you left, a man came to the door and gave me this.„ She held out a pair of bells, for upstairs and downstairs, along with all the wiring needed for connecting them. “He told me, ‘Here, you need this.’ "</p>
<p>One day the store received a little surprise package. Any package would have been a surprise, since I Need This Store didn’t usually get any mail. The package contained a nice wallet, which I recognized as having been for sale in the store. No note enclosed. A guilty conscience redeemed?</p>
<p>People donated quite a few paintings. We did not price them very high, but one painting with a somewhat battered frame gave me a strange feeling that it might be worth something, so I priced it at $60. A disciple from Europe bought it. I guess he knew more about artwork than any of us did. The next time he came to Queens, he told us he had sold it for $400! Well, at least the money stayed in the family.</p>
<p>We also had a donation of a guitar from Mahavishnu John McLaughlin. It sold for what was a good price in those days. I’ve been told that now it would be worth at least ten times as much!</p>
<h2>The End of I need this Store</h2>
<p>The years passed by—and the rent kept going up and up and up. Finally the owner of the building, who had probably amassed a nice sum of money from his job as head waiter in a fancy restaurant, said that he was taking the store back to open his own place. Guru asked me to find another site, but unfortunately rents had become astronomical by then. Reluctantly we decided that the era of <em>I Need This Store</em> had come to an end.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/bazaar-and-i-need-store">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The yoga Centre grows</h2><div class="field-item"><p>As our yoga centre was growing, so was the Aum Centre. Guru commemorated the 100th disciple to come from our classes with a trophy and a song, Sarama Kukur. Kukur means ‘dog’ in Bengali.</p>
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<p>When Guru gave me my name, he explained that Sarama was the Divine Dog, the Dog of the Supreme, symbolizing loyalty and devotion. That is another song that immediately became part of my daily meditation. Sarama is, not surprisingly, a rather popular name for dogs in India, and I didn’t mind the little teasing that occurred after someone asked Guru the name of his family dog, whom they had spotted in a Ghose family photo.</p>
<h2>The Old Mill Farm</h2>
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<p>There was a beautiful estate on the edge of the little brook that runs along close to the highway on the way from New Rochelle to White Plains. Several disciples lived there and it became an annex to Yoga of Westchester—our little White Plains Centre. It had a huge living room, perfect for classes. It was also very well suited for Joy Days, with big lawns and lots of space indoors in case it rained. We enjoyed it for a few years, but that ended when everyone moved to Queens.</p>
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<figcaption>In 1975 former UN Secretary-General U Thant, came to the Old Mill form to watch a performance of Sri Chinmoy's play 'Siddartha Becomes the Buddha'. Sri Chinmoy garlands him before the performance. Photo by Sarama.</figcaption>
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<h2>Guru visits Yoga of Westchester</h2>
<p><em>This story by Sarama was written in 1971.</em> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9c9maoq" title="Chinmoy Family, Vol. 1, #4 (Spring 1971), p. 14." href="#footnote1_9c9maoq">1</a></p>
<p>Friday, February 5, 1971, in New Rochelle, where Yoga of Westchester is located, dawned bleak, gray, and threatening. Before long, thick wet flakes began to fall, making the roads and walks slick and treacherous. This was the day that so many students had been anticipating for weeks, for this evening Sri Chinmoy was coming to hold a special meditation for them. As anticipation and apprehension mounted, the phone began ringing. "Is the meditation still on?" "Will he come in this weather?" asked anxious students. The cheerful answer was, "Don’t worry, everything will clear up and be fine by evening."</p>
<p>As predicted, the storm passed and eager aspirants began pouring in as early at 6:45 for the 7:45 meditation. Since the crowd was expected to be too large for the meditation room, everyone gathered in the main exercise room, where flowers glowed against the deep blue carpet, and special incense made in India by Guru’s sisters filled the air with its unique aroma. While awaiting his arrival we set the mood by soulfully singing the beautiful "Supreme" chant written by Gurudev.</p>
<p>Upon his arrival, Guru was garlanded by one of the students with a chain of sandalwood flowers from India. The room was filled with a deep and all-pervasive peace. Guru asked the group to concentrate on purity, peace and divine bliss for a minute each, and those who were receptive were bathed in the glowing force which he brought down in abundant measure. When the meditation ended, many for whom this was a new and overwhelming experience sat quietly enjoying the afterglow, while others talked softly. Then refreshments were served while, upstairs, Guru individually interviewed those who had expressed a wish to become his disciples.</p>
<p>The youngest person at the meditation was six-year-old Andrea, the lovely little daughter of Sue and George of the New York Centre. Guru was inspired to end the beautiful evening by giving her her soul’s name. She is now Minati, "the supreme longing for the Supreme with complete love, devotion, and surrender" What joy we shall have in watching her grow into the fulfilment of her soul’s promise!</p>
<p>For many who were present, this evening marked the beginning of a heightened aspiration. A few who made the commitment to become disciples and wholeheartedly embrace the spiritual life will look back upon this evening as the beginning of a new life of inner fulfillment.</p>
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<h2>What Is Yoga?</h2>
<p><strong>by Sarama</strong></p>
<p><em>Adapted from a lecture presented at the College of New Rochelle, N.Y., May 4, 1970, and published as a booklet by the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</em></p>
<p>What actually is Yoga? Yoga is a way of life. It is a way of lifethat has as its ultimate goal one very specific objective. Thereare innumerable visible results and side benefits along the way,but the objective is always the realization of one’s own true nature, the realization of the Self, with a capital S. The word Yoga means union. The union referred to here is the union of the limited, finite self (small s) with the infinite absolute Self, the undefinable and indescribable Self which embraces the finitely inconceivable qualities of omniscience, omnipotence andomnipresence as well as the equally incomprehensible and mind-splitting qualities of infinity, eternity and immortality. This Self, this Someone or Something, we may call by the name SupremeBeing, or Absolute or, most often, God. Then what does Yoga really mean? It means union with God. This union is referred to as Self-realization or God-realization.</p>
<p>How does Yoga lead us to the goal? There are many ways of moving toward this union, but the heart and soul of Yoga is meditation. “Meditation is the language of Spirituality. Spirituality is the language of unity. Unity is the language of divinity." (Sri Chinmoy)<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_bq3hjxz" title="From the book Meditations: Food from the Soul" href="#footnote2_bq3hjxz">2</a> Through meditation we gradually transcend the limitations of our physical world, moving beyond the finitemind to the region of inner light, peace and joy...</p>
<p>What makes a person choose to follow the path of Yoga and meditation? The motivation comes from the Soul. For this motivation there is a special name: Aspiration.</p>
<p>The aspirant’s ultimate commitment is beautifully stated by Sri Chinmoy in a meditation from <em>Food for the Soul</em>: “I have made one choice and one decision. My choice is to become one with God’s Life. My decision is to be the ever-dedicated breath in the fulfillment of God’s universe."<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_ax4ba2e" title="From the book Meditations: Food from the Soul" href="#footnote2_bq3hjxz">2</a> No austerity, renunciation, or withdrawal from life here!</p>
<p>Perhaps the first symptom of the development of aspiration is the intuitive feeling that there must be some divine purpose for our being here, something other than an endless round of eating, sleeping, working, talking to people, suffering. The nextsymptom of aspiration is searching, and for this the prerequisite is inspiration. Somewhere we read something or hear something, or receive an experience of inner light which impels us towarda spiritual quest. The soul is the protagonist here too, becauseit always wants light and it will try to push its will through the slightest crack in our dull, unlit, material armor. Soon the search is on. Before long, whether or not we recognize it as Self-realization, we will feel the urgency of our spiritual goal, and will be drawn toward those who can help us in the direction of spiritual fulfillment.</p>
<p>There is a saying in Yoga, “When the chela [student] is ready, the Guru will appear." Eventually, as a seeker, we are bound to make the contacts that will lead to a spiritual teacher,or Guru as he is called in Sanskrit. Furthermore, if we are living in the soul, as it were, rather than hopelessly entangled in the emotions of the material world, we will recognize a Master when he appears, and be drawn to him.</p>
<p>Now, who really is a Guru, and why do people seek him out? The Guru is not simply a teacher of Yoga, either exercises or philosophy. A real Guru is a spiritual giant, a Master who has himself achieved union with the Absolute, and then has taken upon himself, through the will of God (who is the Guru of Gurus), the responsibility of helping others toward the goal.</p>
<p>Christ said: “I and my Father are one." Yoga knows no religious barriers, and Christ’s statement came from the height of his own genuine and most divine Self-realization. The Guru’s powers are only limited by the Supreme’s Will and the disciple’s receptivity and devotion, for the Guru is truly God’s representative on earth. It is worth noting that genuine Gurus are rare. Many Westerners who have come into contact with Sri Chinmoy Kumar Ghose, a Bengali Indian who arrived in the United States six years ago, have recognized in him the qualities of just such a Guru. Sri Chinmoy is undoubtedly the first spiritual Master of such high caliber to come to the West and remain here with the mission of helping Western spiritual seekers toward their goal of union with God. His path of Love, Devotion and Surrender is a Bhakti Yoga path, but his philosophy integrates devotion with knowledge and unattached action. He stresses the importance of not rejecting the outerworld, but, through the practice of Yoga, finding our joy and fulfillment here, in our life on earth.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_9c9maoq"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_9c9maoq">1.</a> Chinmoy Family, Vol. 1, #4 (Spring 1971), p. 14.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_bq3hjxz"><a href="#footnoteref2_bq3hjxz" class="footnote-label">2.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref2_bq3hjxz">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref2_ax4ba2e">b.</a> From the book Meditations: Food from the Soul</li>
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<h2>A new location for Yoga of Westchester</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The day before we left New York (for India), our realtor found what sounded like the perfect place for our new yoga centre. It had not been advertised yet because the owner was not quite ready. We went to have at least a look at the outside.</p>
<p>Nobody was home, but while we were looking around, the owner’s son came home for lunch. When we asked to see the inside, he said, "If I let you in my mother will kill me!" I promised, "We will stay only a few minutes. We are leaving for India tomorrow, so we can see it now or never. If we buy it, your mother will not kill you; and if we don’t buy it, she will never even know that we were here. I promise."</p>
<p>He accepted my logic and allowed us to whiz through on a 10-minute tour. Every room was beautiful—it was exactly what we were looking for. We told the boy, "This is it. We want it."</p>
<p>Of course, we wanted Guru to see it and give his approval before we signed the papers, so we gave my daughter the Power of Attorney. Gurudev would be back soon and if he approved, she would sign the paperwork on our behalf.</p>
<h2>Back to New Rochelle from India</h2>
<p>Our new house, right in the centre of New Rochelle, was on Bancker Place, a street that was only one block long. With no through traffic, it was perfect for a yoga centre. There was a little park across the street, which made parking easy for our students. For many years, the house had been owned by a minister named Rev. Bancker. He must have been a very spiritual person, because Guru gave the house a 90 per cent rating and said that he would meditate there after our return, and raise it to 100 per cent. With Guru’s wholehearted approval we moved to Bancker Place.</p>
<p>Wide French doors led to an entrance hall and a beautiful curved stairway. This led up to three bedrooms, plus a master suite with two rooms and a bath at the end of a separate hallway. A pull-down stairway led to a large finished attic.The living room, visible from the entrance hall through more French doors on the right, would be our exercise room. It was large and had about 15 feet of lovely built-in leaded glass bookshelves along one-and-a-half sides of the room and a fireplace opposite. The dining room next to it, almost as big as the exercise room in our former house, would be our meditation room. The extra bonus that thrilled me was a second fireplace in an upstairs bedroom, which I immediately claimed.</p>
<p>The first evening we set up a shrine and held our first meditation in the new yoga centre. It was unbelievably powerful. As I sat there I could feel the room crying for joy that there was something spiritual happening in it after so many empty years. When we finished, my son, Abhi, told me that he had also felt the room crying, so I knew it was not my imagination. What a wonderful atmosphere for a yoga centre!</p>
<p>Guru was still virtually unknown in the outer world and up until the time of our trip to India, he had discouraged disciples from talking about him, except to very sincere seekers. Jharna-Kala (Sri Chinmoy's art) did not exist yet and the only music was ‘The Invocation’ and a few chants from the Upanishads. There were no books, only Guru’s monthly <em>Aum Magazine</em>. During the two weeks that we were in Hawaii on our way to India, I received my first letter from Guru, saying that the time had now come to spread his light.</p>
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<p>In the 1960s many young people had been lured into the drug culture, looking for spiritual experiences. When they did not find what they hoped for through drugs, they turned toward yoga. Seekers were coming in droves. Sometimes they came in such large numbers that, one evening, I had to turn away eleven college students who had come for the first time. There was simply no more space.</p>
<p>The seekers were eagerly soaking up Guru’s philosophy at each meditation and spreading the word to their friends. Drugs were dropped, beards were shaved and these ex-hippies began to ask how they could become disciples of Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>Guru came to the house a couple of times to hold meditations and interviews. He meditated individually with each person who wanted to be his disciple in an upstairs room.</p>
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<p><strong><em>A reminiscence from Savita, one of Sri Chinmoy's students:</em></strong></p>
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<p>I did not have to travel to India to begin my spiritual search. In fact, my start began a few blocks from my home! Sarama’s Hatha Yoga Centre, <em>Yoga of Westchester</em>, was situated in her homein New Rochelle, N.Y.—a ten-minute walk from where I lived with my family. In my search to discover a deeper purpose to my life than the goals that my parents and society prescribed for me, I began taking Hatha Yoga classes with Sarama in the Fall of 1970 when I was fifteen. I greatly enjoyed these, but after attending the free meditation sessions that Sarama offered preceding or following the exercise classes, I realised that it was the meditation and spiritual lessons that I was seeking, more than the Hatha Yoga training.</p>
<p>Sarama led her students in chanting, reading from Guru’s writings and meditating silently on Guru’s Transcendental Photograph. I must say that I particularly loved the question-and-answer period that followed the meditations. Listening to Sarama speak about Guru was both inspiring and fascinating. She exuded a spiritual confidence—it seemed that there was no question that Sarama could not answer!</p>
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<p><strong><em>Story by Surabhi:</em></strong> In 1969 I was a senior at the College of New Rochelle, and I was interested in exploring meditation as a way of life. I was not happy with the fact that my classmates were getting distracted by drug experimentation, and I was starting to become disillusioned by the protests against the Vietnam War run by angry young professors. I was inspired by a 34-year-old student teacher named Adrienne Garnett, who was taking yoga classes at Bancker Place with a woman named Sarama. Since it was just a block away from my school, I went one evening, just for the meditation class after the yoga. I loved it! Sarama was a clear thinker with tremendous faith in the power of meditation and in her spiritual Teacher, Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>She taught meditation so simply that it was effortless. From that evening on, I did not miss a meditation session. Sarama invited me to clean her house twice a week in exchange for daily yoga classes as well as the meditation, and I began a radical change of lifestyle to vegetarianism and focus on the spiritual life. Even during Christmas break, I told my parents that I had a class, and did not go home. I hid in my empty dorm so I could continue Sarama’s meditation classes.</p>
<p>Then Sarama invited me to meet Sri Chinmoy, who was giving a lecture at a college. When I saw him, I heard a voice inside me say, “Welcome home to your real family". I got into an elevator to leave when the lecture ended, and Sri Chinmoy came into the same elevator. My vision changed and I saw him as Jesus Christ. (I had been brought up as a Catholic.) When the elevator doors opened, I hid behind a large poster display. I said to myself, “He knows I am hiding from him".</p>
<p>Sarama continued to guide me every day. When I graduated, she told me not to move back home, and she found me a place to live that was only a block from her house. I heard of the Centre, which was called the AUM Centre in those days. I wondered how to get invited to be a member.</p>
<p>Then one morning, while pondering this possibility after my meditation, I heard a voice inside my head. Christ said to me, “Take this new boat with this new Master, and I will be waiting for you on the other side". I practically ran to Sarama’s house and told her I must come with her to the meeting of the Connecticut AUM Centre.  She smiled and said, “I was waiting for this day".</p>
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<h2>Going to India</h2><div class="field-item"><figure class="left"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/sarama-alo.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Sarama and Alo Devi, 1969</figcaption>
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<p>After a year or so, Guru told us that it was time to move my yoga centre because we now needed a more spiritual home for our yoga classes. He told us to find an appropriate place and he would make sure that it was suitable. He was about to leave on his first trip back to India since his arrival in America.</p>
<p>Around this time, my husband’s teaching job allowed us the opportunity to plan a trip to India too. Guru specified that we must begin our travels on January 25th to guarantee a safe trip for my husband. That meant we would have to leave on our trip before Guru’s return.</p>
<h2>A prelude to my trip</h2>
<p>When I was ten years old, my mother took me to see Uday Shankar and his Hindu Ballet (everything Indian was called ‘Hindu’ in those days). An aside: Uday Shankar’s younger brother, Ravi, was playing in the company’s orchestra. I am sure that I still have the programme from that concert tucked away somewhere.</p>
<p>The following day I went out to Woolworth’s Five and Ten Cent Store, where I found some little silver jingle-bells. I strung them on shoelaces and tied them around my ankles, then jingle-jangled around the house, rippling my arms and moving my head from side to side. I was completely captivated by my new exposure to Indian dancing. That was when I changed my childhood ambition from being a bakery lady (so that I could eat all the cake and cookies that I was never permitted) to being a ‘Hindu’ dancer.</p>
<p>That goal was fulfilled while I was a dance major at Bennington College. During World War II, to save on the cold Vermont winter fuel costs, the college closed for three months in the winter and gave us a shorter summer break. Most of the students used this three-month break to work or study in their field of interest.</p>
<p>While taking classes at The New Dance Group Studio in Manhattan, I used to go out for an ice cream soda after class with a new friend. One day she said she would skip the refreshments because she was going to a Hindu dance class. She was going where?! "I’ll go with you!" I cried. She could not have shaken me off if she had tried.</p>
<p>I watched the lesson, in the big, dark, exotic Caravan Hall, which Bhupesh Guha had leased with his partner, Sushila, for the time they were to be in New York. It was large enough and oriental enough to make a perfect place for performances, as well as for their living quarters.</p>
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<figcaption>Later in life, Sarama started to learn Bengali, Sri Chinmoy's mother tongue. This is her Bengali handwriting, with Sri Chinmoy's corrections.</figcaption>
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<p>Afterwards, the Indian dancer offered to teach me Indian dancing if I would agree to learn to play the drums for his performances. He might as well have said, "If you will eat this big piece of chocolate cake, I promise to give you an ice cream sundae." I still have no inkling as to why Bhupesh Guha thought I would be able to become a drummer in the one month that remained before his first US performance, as I had never touched a drum before.</p>
<p>Actually, the drumming, along with the dancing, came to me naturally, and for the three months of my winter field period I danced and drummed in heaven, rehearsing all day, every day and dancing as well as drumming in his concerts. I had about three hours of mostly private instruction in dance every morning, or occasionally with other members of a small group, if a performance was coming up. After my lesson I would follow my teacher up a ladder into a small loft in the Caravan Hall. The walls of the loft were hung with Indian instruments and tapestries. A fascinating variety of drums stood on the floor. We would have lunch and then after that there were a couple of hours of one-on-one instruction on drums. One memorable performance of Bhupesh Guha and Sushila, along with their small group, was in a variety programme which included Zero Mostel. I was thrilled to be in the same programme with him.</p>
<h2>My trip to India</h2>
<p>When I met Guru, although I was already teaching yoga and had been meditating on my own for some time, I knew nothing much about India except that I was eager to go there. My husband’s sabbatical leave presented the golden opportunity.</p>
<p>I asked Guru which fabulous places I should visit, never realising that, since he had spent most of his life in the ashram, his acquaintance with interesting itineraries was not much greater than mine. The Taj Mahal was already on my sparse list. Guru did suggest that I try to see Anandamayi Ma, a realised soul who lived in Benares (Varanasi). Visiting her proved to be the highlight of my Indian adventure.</p>
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<figcaption>A postcard from Sri Chinmoy sent to Calcutta, April 1969</figcaption>
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<p>I had been a disciple of Sri Chinmoy for one-and-a-half years when I left for India. I am not sure that Calcutta is very different now than it was in 1969, except for the addition of lots of cars and trams and tourists. The city was kept clean then by the thin, bony, always hungry sacred cows who wandered the streets freely, eating anything they could find, including discarded paper. I quickly learned to keep a keen eye on their whereabouts after a bovine head appeared over my shoulder and grabbed a hard-to-come-by piece of melon out of my hand one day.</p>
<p>The locals scooped up whatever cow flop they could find and plastered it against the walls of the buildings to dry. Later the patties were used as cooking fuel, over little fires they built on the sidewalk.After our arrival in Calcutta, we headed for a travel bureau to decide which sites we would visit while in India. The woman we spoke to there was extremely friendly and helpful, especially when she learned that we were mainly interested in visiting spiritual sites. She did not mention Anandamayi Ma, so I expressed my intention of going to Benares to see her. To my surprise the travel agent quickly told us that it was no accident that we had come into this particular travel bureau. Here we had unknowingly stumbled upon one of Anandamayi Ma’s most intimate friends, who had also been her secretary for many years.</p>
<p>The woman smiled and said, "Anandamayi Ma is not in Benares now and her staff there are instructed to say nothing to anyone about her whereabouts. I am probably the only person in India who can tell you where to find her. She has gone to Poona for the season. I will give you the address of her head-quarters in Bombay." What an auspicious beginning to our journey!</p>
<p>We first went by train down to Madras, sharing space with all manner of strange baggage, including crates of chickens. The train had no windows—or, rather, it had huge windows with no glass in them. The hot sand blew in and covered everything. We coughed for days afterward. At each stop, people sold bhajia, buffalo milk and other food, passing it in through the windows. The ever-present beggars also reached their hands through at every stop.</p>
<p>Near Madras, we visited the wondrous natural rock temples that seemed to grow right out of the ocean along the shoreline. The water had washed away the ground around them. I have not been able to find any information about these rock temples. I am afraid the water may have covered them completely by now, since they were not very tall. Unfortunately I was not yet a photographer in those days, so I have no pictures.Of course, we went to see the magnificent Taj Mahal and we took a trip in a shaky little plane that had all the passengers praying to their various deities. Guru had guaranteed our safe journey, so we sat there thinking, "Stop worrying. This flight is blessed!"</p>
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<p>Nobody I met in India seemed to know Hatha Yoga or meditation. Indians were constantly asking me to teach them. One woman, who had a Guru but said she couldn’t meditate, followed Guru’s basic instructions that I had offered her. The next day she thanked me profusely for the best meditation she had ever had.</p>
<p>After the Taj Mahal, we went to a lot of places, including the Ramana Maharshi Ashram, which was a wonderful place to meditate despite temperatures of 114 degrees Fahrenheit; Rishikesh, the famous place of pilgrimage, which is one of the many sources of the Ganges; and a long bus-ride across a huge desert.</p>
<p>When we finally got to Bombay, it took some searching to locate Anandamayi Ma, but we were lucky. It turned out that she was at the headquarters that day, and we found her on a long porch, reclining on a sofa, surrounded by devotees.</p>
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<p>Anandamayi Ma was an elderly woman who looked remarkably like my grandmother. Her heavily oiled brown hair, with a few gray highlights, hung loosely. Like all her women disciples, she wore a white cotton sari. After this Darshan, I was able to arrange for an interview with her. Anandamayi Ma spoke no English, so a slender gray-haired disciple was assigned as my interpreter.</p>
<p>While I was waiting patiently for the interview, I noticed that my translator was getting very fidgety as the time passed. She finally told me that she kept a daily vow of silence from noon until 1:00 p.m. and now it was getting uncomfortably close to noon—so close, in fact, that when we went in, Anandamayi Ma gave her disciple dispensation to miss her silence hour that day.</p>
<p>Anandamayi Ma welcomed me with a warm smile, asking me a few questions. When I told her that I was teaching yoga, she said it was not a good thing for a seeker to be doing. I did not answer, as I did not want to be disrespectful, but thought to myself, "I know, but my Guru has told me that he wants me to teach; otherwise I would not be doing it."</p>
<p>After a brief silence, she smiled again and, obviously reading my mind, said, "Of course, if your Guru has told you to teach, then it is quite all right." At one point, she said that she saw my Guru standing right behind me. When I asked her to describe him, I could tell that she had seen my Guru.</p>
<p>A few times Anandamayi Ma spoke to me at considerable length, but a brief summary is all I received from her translator. Dispensation or no, the disciple was too eager to get on with her silence hour.</p>
<p>I only recently learned that Guru and Anandamayi Ma had enjoyed inner conversations while walking back and forth past each other on the beach. (Maybe at the Ashram?) In view of my interpreter’s eagerness to end this interview, there was, unfortunately, little further conversation with Anandamayi Ma. I was simply grateful for having had the good fortune to meet with her at all.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/going-india">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Early stories</h2><div class="field-item"><h2>Selfless Service at Guru's house</h2>
<p>One early summer day in 1970 Guru announced that he was starting a selfless service project in the Centre. Those who were taking part would meet at Guru’s house in Jamaica every Saturday at 10 AM, bringing whatever equipment was needed for their own particular project. Most of these were light craft projects of one sort or another: candle-making, clay modeling, macrame, leather burning (me), painting, collage, etc. At the end of the summer we would have a small crafts fair.</p>
<p>We worked on the porch and in the living room and, since indoor space was limited, some were in the backyard. This was part of our spiritual sadhana, another opportunity for us to meditate and make progress in Guru’s presence.</p>
<p>Toward the end of summer some people began another project: bringing Guru’s first book, a volume of inspiring aphorisms called <em>Meditations: Food for the Soul</em>, to various bookstores.</p>
<p>On our last Saturday, in the beginning of October, the sky was overcast and by afternoon it became quite threatening. Once the sky had turned quite dark, a disciple came in and asked Guru if those who were working in the backyard should come in, since it seemed that it was surely about to rain. Guru asked if there was space for a few more in the living room. As some of the regular crew had gone out with the book, there was room, so Guru said, "Tell them to come in." As soon as the last person had gathered his stuff and come through the door, the downpour struck.</p>
<p>It was then that it occurred to me that we had had this crafts project at the Centre every Saturday for a whole summer without one single drop of rain. No coincidence, I am quite certain!</p>
<h2>The first Sports Day, Alley Pond Park</h2>
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<p>Our very first annual sports day, in 1970, was a low-key, casual event in a lovely park setting, with a makeshift track along a path through the woods. The whole day was a lot of fun. It was a humble beginning of something that grew into a more elaborate annual event and continued for many years.The sky was overcast as we were walking across the grass in Alley Pond Park and it started to sprinkle lightly. A disciple told Guru that it looked like rain.</p>
<p>Guru looked up at the sky and said, "Do not worry! In fifteen minutes the sun will come out!"</p>
<p>It did. In fifteen minutes!</p>
<h2>My first life-saving experience</h2>
<p>One day I was driving from my house down a long hill on Eastchester Road when my brakes failed—totally. The light at the bottom was red and Eastchester Road ended at the bottom of the hill. So I had three unattractive options: turn right and hope that no car would come from the left, turn left across traffic that might be coming from both directions, or go straight through the red light and both lanes of traffic as quickly as possible, into the free driveway across the road from the intersection.</p>
<p>I was rapidly approaching my "moment of truth," so I inwardly chanted a spontaneous, "Guru, save me!"</p>
<p>He made the choice. I coasted into a right turn, pulling on the hand-brake with all my strength. No car came through. "Thank you, Guru!"</p>
<h2>The Puerto Rico Centre, and Guru's dream</h2>
<p>In the old days, Gurudev was invited to give a lecture at the University in Puerto Rico.After returning to New York, he received a letter from a lady in Puerto Rico who had missed his lecture and was eager to come and meet him. He concentrated on her and saw that she was to be the head of a new Centre in Puerto Rico, his first.</p>
<p>He called her and said that she didn’t have to come to New York; he would go down there to see her. That is how he first met Sudha, who devotedly led the Puerto Rico Centre for many years.</p>
<p>The disciples meditated in Puerto Rico on Thursday evenings, always at the same hour that we were meditating in New York. Sudha’s inner connection with Guru was so strong that the Puerto Rican members said that they saw Guru’s face in hers.</p>
<p>I went down to Puerto Rico to spend a few days with Sudha. We had many long, inspiring conversations about our experiences with Guru.</p>
<p>One day we were talking about repetitive dreams and what they meant. Sudha told me about a dream that she had had over and over again in the past. In the dream she received a message that there was an important package waiting for her at the post office, but when she eagerly went to get it, the package was never there. Now she was no longer having that dream, but still wondered what it meant and why it had stopped occurring."You have already received the package." I said. "The package came from New York, didn’t it? So you received it. The package was Sri Chinmoy!"</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/early-steps-part-2">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Guru saves my life</h2><div class="field-item"><p>During a bicycle marathon we did in Central Park in the 1970s, I had an accident&mdash;I was thrown from the bicycle, and my shoulder hit a lamppost. My shoulder was pretty smashed up, and I had surgery which they botched. They had me exercise too soon afterwards, the reconstruction work all fell apart, and they said I needed surgery again.</p>
<p>This time, when they brought me into the recovery room, the doctor said, &quot;Make a fist.&quot; I couldn&rsquo;t move, and I discovered that I was paralysed. Nothing would move! I was conscious for four hours, in agony, while they kept coming over every 15 minutes to look at me and say, &quot;She&rsquo;s still out.&quot;</p>
<p>They put me on a ventilator since, because I was paralysed, my lungs weren&rsquo;t working. At one point, all of a sudden, the ventilator stopped, and I started to suffocate. I couldn&rsquo;t say anything or do anything, but inwardly I screamed, &quot;Guru!&quot;&mdash;and they got the ventilator going. About an hour later, the same thing happened again, and again I inwardly screamed, &quot;Guru!&quot;&mdash;and they got the ventilator going again. Finally, after about four hours (I heard somebody talking about the time), I came out of the paralysis.</p>
<p>At that point, the pain was so excruciating, and I saw no end in sight. I decided that this was my chance to discover that I really knew that I would come back again&mdash;I would leave the body. I concentrated on going, and everything turned grey, and I started to float down a long tunnel. The pain started to recede, and I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.</p>
<p>Then the respirator stopped again, and that&rsquo;s when I would have died. It suddenly occurred to me, &quot;If I go now, it&rsquo;s going to go on the record: &lsquo;She never came out of the anaesthetic.&rsquo; I&rsquo;m not going to let them get away with that.&quot; I screamed, &quot;Guru!&quot;&mdash;and he got the respirator going again, for the third time. Then I started fighting&mdash;it took another half-hour before I was able to move my eyes. They saw my eyelids fluttering and knew I was no longer under the anaesthetic, and it was another hour before they finally took the respirator out of my throat.</p>
<p>And here I am, more than 30 years later. I could tell other stories, but that&rsquo;s the most dramatic one, I think. Guru has saved my life many times.</p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy told the following story about Sarama, who was in the hospital at the time recovering from the cycling accident.</em></p>
<p>This time I meditated only on compassion, bringing down compassion. Here quite a few disciples&mdash;about twenty&mdash;have received abundant compassion. Somebody has received the most, although she is not here physically, and that is Sarama.</p>
<p>At one point I was looking just at the front of the room, where the disciples are not supposed to sit, and Sarama&rsquo;s soul was there. I said to Sarama, &quot;What are you doing? Why are you sitting in the &lsquo;forbidden area&rsquo;?&quot; In a joking manner I said it.</p>
<p>She said, &quot;I am not the body; I am the soul.&quot;</p>
<p>I said to her, &quot;Where is the difference, good girl, between the body and the soul? For me there is no difference between the body and the soul, the substance and the essence.&quot;</p>
<p>Sometimes when I see the body, inside the body I immediately see the soul&rsquo;s entire divinity; and sometimes when I see the soul, I see inside the soul the qualities and capacities of the body. There is no difference between the body and the soul.</p>
<p>This was Sarama&rsquo;s message: &quot;I have come here to swim in the heart-sea of your compassion.&quot;I said, &quot;Swim as long as you want to; swim to your heart&rsquo;s content. I will let you swim inside the heart-sea of my compassion.&quot;</p>
<p>This was Sarama&rsquo;s soul. Nineteen other disciples have received compassion in profuse measure, but her soul has definitely received more than anybody else. When we meditate, the soul of somebody who is not physically present can come and receive. It happens; it has happened many, many times. I am very grateful and very proud of Sarama&rsquo;s achievement.</p>
<p>Compassion, compassion! It is the divine compassion that keeps us in this boat, in the Boat of the Supreme. The moment the Supreme takes away His Compassion, we are worse than useless. In every way we become the worst possible failures. But when the Supreme&rsquo;s Compassion works in and through us and we receive it devotedly and cheerfully, then the mightiest power enters into us. Adamantine will enters into us when the Supreme&rsquo;s Compassion we receive and utilise for the Supreme.</p>
<p>Of all the Powers the Supreme has, His Compassion-Power is the most powerful Power. It is the miracle of miracles. No other miracle-power is as powerful as the Supreme&rsquo;s Compassion-Power. When we receive the Supreme&rsquo;s Compassion-Power and value it, then everything in us can be illumined, no matter how long it has remained in darkness within us.</p>
<p>Always we should pray to the Supreme&ndash;all of us&ndash;for His Compassion, more than anything else. His Compassion is everything to us. Once we lose His Compassion, we have nothing, we are nothing, we will remain nothing. But once we feel His Compassion and utilise it in a divine way, we have everything and we become everything.</p>
<p>Let us always pray to the Supreme for His unconditional Compassion. Let us pray to Him to inundate us with His unconditional Compassion. Let us pray for His Compassion and let us receive His Compassion. If we soulfully pray, then definitely He will grant it. And if we receive it and utilise it properly, then not only do we get something divine, supreme and immortal, but we do become that divine, supreme and immortal reality.</p>
<p>Always we should value the Supreme&rsquo;s Compassion more than anything else. Everything He has, He is and He gives us, for He is all unconditional Heart; but if we can receive His Compassion, then everything we have.</p>
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<h2>The first yoga studio, and teaching meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The first locale of <em>Yoga of Westchester</em> was at our home on Eastchester Road, just a couple of blocks from New Rochelle High School, where my husband taught and my children attended school. After I had been teaching yoga for about a year, I began to hold a short meditation at the end of each class. I was happy to find that a few students wanted to stay and learn to meditate, so I covered a little table with an Indian cloth, set it with a flower, a candle and an incense holder and asked them to sit quietly with crossed legs. I suggested that they concentrate on the flame or the flower.</p>
<p>When the meditation was over, if anyone asked a question, I confessed that I knew very little and just gave a few tips that I had picked up from various readings. Something had kept pulling me to the Aum Centre (Guru, of course), and I did feel good at the end of each meditation, but when any of my students asked me a question I would still say, &quot;I don&rsquo;t really know much about that.&quot;</p>
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<p>The interesting thing was that when I started coming to the AUM Centre in Manhattan and it came out that I was teaching yoga, people I was talking with would tell me, &ldquo;Oh, Guru doesn&rsquo;t want his students teaching yoga.&quot; I thought to myself, &ldquo;Gee, he&rsquo;s never said anything to me.&quot; Finally I thought, &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;m going to ask him because if he doesn&rsquo;t want me to teach, I won&rsquo;t teach.&quot; I finally asked Guru one day, and he said, &ldquo;No, no, I want you to teach more.&quot;</p>
<p>Then I realised what the problem was. A couple of my yoga teacher friends came to the Centre and he asked them not to teach. They wouldn&rsquo;t stop, and they left the Centre. I guess he felt that in most cases teaching yoga is not compatible with the spiritual life, because you become the &ldquo;Guru.&quot; In my case, I never thought of myself as a Guru; I thought of myself as a yoga teacher. And then of course when I met Guru, that was my first allegiance. As I said, if he had told me to stop teaching, I would have stopped. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lfngz3u" title="This story is excerpted from an interview with Sarama conducted by Sukantika in 2009, as part of an oral history project." href="#footnote1_lfngz3u">1</a></p>
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<p>After a while, there was a new development. One day as I was answering a question, a torrent of yoga philosophy began to flow from my lips. I found myself pouring out a wealth of information, saying things that I had not thought of or known myself, and had never come across before. I asked myself, &quot;What am I saying? Where is this coming from? Is it right?&quot;</p>
<p>After the Aum Centre meditations I would tell Guru, &quot;Someone asked me (such and such) and I told them (this and that), but I don&rsquo;t know where it came from. Was it correct?&quot;Guru said, &quot;Yes, yes, absolutely correct.&quot;</p>
<p>After a few weeks of this, he finally told me, &quot;You do not have to ask any more. It is all correct.&quot; I then realised that I had become a channel for this information, which was really coming directly from Guru himself, and as I spoke I was learning Guru&rsquo;s philosophy right along with my students.</p>
<p>As the classes expanded, we moved the location of our meditation to the farther end of the room. An extra benefit of the change was that it clearly showed the positive power of group meditation. All agreed that the meditations at first were not as strong in the new location, but we could feel the spiritual force building again and growing stronger every week.</p>
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<p><strong><em>A story by Rijuta:</em></strong> The first time I met Sarama, I also met Guru. It was the summer of 1968. Sarama, a dynamic and attractive woman in her early 40s; her husband, Aditya; and Guru came up to Canton, Connecticut, a few miles from where I lived at the time, to the home of a woman who had a yoga centre. I frequently took yoga classes there and heard from a friend of mine that a spiritual man had given a talk and answered questions the previous evening. I agreed to go to a similar session the following evening.</p>
<p>When I heard the name &lsquo;Chinmoy&rsquo;, it sounded Chinese to me but I didn&rsquo;t think he looked very Chinese. He seemed quite unusual: he answered questions so truthfully and without hesitation, seeming to immediately pierce through to the inner core of my being.</p>
<p>At the time, I didn&rsquo;t know anything about spiritual Masters and wasn&rsquo;t consciously looking for one. Although my curiosity was piqued, I did not even think about the possibility of becoming a disciple, nor was such a thing mentioned.</p>
<p>After Sri Chinmoy gave a short talk and questions were answered, Sarama and her husband engaged me in conversation for quite some time. During our discussion, they told me that Sri Chinmoy had sent a ghost that had been bothering the homeowner for quite some time out into the trees. This news was my first introduction to what a spiritual Master was and the kinds of things he could do. Of course they told me many other important things, but this information was quite striking.</p>
<p>I did not realise until many, many months later that this evening would be so significant: the first time I saw my spiritual Master.</p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lfngz3u"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lfngz3u">1.</a> <em>This story is excerpted from an interview with Sarama conducted by Sukantika in 2009, as part of an oral history project.</em></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-yoga-studio-and-teaching-meditation">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sarama - my spiritual name</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The Centre was small in the early days. It included Madhuri, Radha, Dulal, the owner of the building and half a dozen other men and women, plus Tanima&rsquo;s mother, who was soon followed by Tanima herself. No one was referred to as a disciple. I am not even sure that the word was ever heard at the Aum Centre. I was not concerned about being a disciple myself, because with my lack of religious background, I didn&rsquo;t really know what it meant, aside from the 12 disciples of Jesus.</p>
<p>At some point later on, one girl asked me how she would know if she were a disciple or not. The best I could tell her was, &quot;If you feel that you are a disciple, you probably are.&quot;</p>
<p>Apparently I was not the only one who didn&rsquo;t understand the whole thing. I overheard Guru offer one girl a spiritual name. Her reply: &quot;Thank you, but I like Elizabeth well enough.&quot;</p>
<p>A few months later my husband said to me, &quot;Why don&rsquo;t you ask Guru for a spiritual name? I know you would like one.&quot; My answer was, &quot;I&rsquo;m sure that if I deserved one Guru would give it to me.&quot;His reply: &quot;I&rsquo;m going to ask for you.&quot; And so he did!</p>
<p>Guru&rsquo;s response was, &quot;I have had her name ready for three months. I was just waiting for her to ask.&quot;Yes, things were quite different in those early days! At any rate, Guru said we would both receive our names the following week, and that I should wear an orange blouse. We were not permitted to wear saris. I had always loved the color orange but it was not a trendy color at that time, so I had no orange blouse. Guru&rsquo;s second choice was pink, which I borrowed from my daughter.</p>
<p>At that time there were no Centre photographers or stenographers to take notes as Guru spoke about the new name he was offering. The first thing he did was to spell out and pronounce the name slowly. He asked me to repeat it, and the words that followed thrilled me. I wanted them to be etched in my memory forever, so at the very first opportunity I wrote them down:</p>
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<p>&quot;Sarama, the Goddess of Intuition, Illumination and Realisation. Sarama is the Divine Dog, the Dog of the Supreme, symbolizing loyalty and devotion. I shall expect you to work very hard and realise God in this lifetime.&quot;</p>
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<p>Well, I have certainly not worked as hard as I should have or nearly as hard as Guru hoped I would. One proof is that I am only now getting around to writing my story, as he requested of me years before his Mahasamadhi. If those words did not play out in my real life as they should have, I can always call them up for inspiration when needed.</p>
<p>As for my husband - long gone - his very inspiring name has been recycled.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sarama-my-spiritual-name">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The power of Japa</h2><div class="field-item"><figure class="right"><img alt=" " class="lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/aum-18.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>First published in 1965, AUM magazine contained many Sri Chinmoy's first writings written in the West</figcaption>
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<p>The holiday season was approaching when Dulal told us that Guru would be going to Puerto Rico for Christmas and he would spend a whole month there. Thursday meditation at the Aum Centre would continue as usual, led by Dulal. Following a lifetime devoid of even a smidgen of spirituality, I still was not quite sure why I was attending these meditations, so I decided to meditate at home while Guru was away.</p>
<p>Guru had a monthly publication called <em>Aum Magazine</em>. In one issue<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_yp379ab" title="The role of purity in the spiritual life, a talk given by Sri Chinmoy on 18 June 1966. It appears in AUM Magazine, Vol. 2, No. 7,8" href="#footnote1_yp379ab">1</a> he gave a very interesting programme for doing japa which he said could significantly improve the quality of our meditation. This involved chanting <em>Aum</em> five hundred times the first day, six hundred times the second day, and so on up to twelve hundred times, then starting down, decreasing by one hundred each day until you arrive back at five hundred.</p>
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<p>Please continue this exercise, week by week, just for a month. Whether you want to change your name or not, the world will change your name. It will give you a new name. It will call you by the name Purity. Your inner ear will make you hear it. It will surpass your fondest imagination.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>This was a two-week sequence, so I would be able to go through the whole sequence twice before Guru returned. I started this chanting programme on my birthday and was eager to see if it would really improve my meditation. I used japa beads and kept count of the rounds with ten marbles, transferred one at a time from one little dish to another at the end of each time around the string of beads. At the two-week halfway point I had gone all the way up and all the way down without noticing any change, but I was determined to continue until Guru returned and give it the full opportunity to work.</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/storyimages/japa.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>The beginning of a letter that Sri Chinmoy wrote to Sarama from Puerto Rico during this time.</figcaption>
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<p>I finally got a call from Dulal saying that Guru was back. I climbed the four flights of stairs and approached the half-open door to the Aum Centre as usual, but when I tried to enter, I was stopped by a powerful surge of energy pouring out, so strong that I could barely push my way through the doorway. As soon as I sat down, a wave of meditation enveloped me. I didn’t have to do a thing. Now I knew why I was still coming, and that the thousands of Aums that I had chanted had done their job unbelievably well.</p>
<p>As a matter of fact, the results were so spectacular that I decided I would continue repeating the Aum pattern until my NEXT birthday, 11 months away. I can hardly believe that I had enough determination to do it, but I did so, for a total of 13 months.</p>
<p>Very worthwhile. Try this faithfully, for one month. I am sure that you will be pleased with the results!</p>
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<p>In New York, some of my disciples have done this exercise and are still doing it. They have achieved, I must say, considerable purification of their nature and of their emotional problems.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>Referring to this exercise</em></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_yp379ab"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_yp379ab">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/aum-192">The role of purity in the spiritual life</a>, a talk given by Sri Chinmoy on 18 June 1966. It appears in AUM Magazine, Vol. 2, No. 7,8</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/power-japa">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Finding my way</h2><div class="field-item"><h2>My First Interview</h2>
<p>The next Thursday’s dance class was canceled, so I didn’t go into the city for the meditation. The following Thursday, Guru was kind enough to give me the interview anyway.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/storyimages/heiroglyphs.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I listened eagerly as he told me many things about myself and my past lives. He told me that I am a very old Egyptian soul, which explains the great fascination I always had for Egyptian mummies, hieroglyphics, art and artifacts. He also told me that I had been a devadasi, a Hindu temple dancer, in several incarnations. This was another boost to my acceptance of reincarnation, as I had loved dancing from my earliest childhood.</p>
<p>The third thing Guru told me was that my father had been an herbalist and that I had inherited an interest in herbs. In fact, I had always grown my own salad herbs—dill, basil and chives—in the backyard, as well as parsley, which usually was devoured by a voracious caterpillar resident. Some years earlier, I had a recurring dream in which I went into my backyard to a tiny garden plot, about 2' x 4', overgrown with weeds. I would rummage around and pick something, thinking: "I should really take care of this weed-paradise. What kind of garden would be so tiny? An herb garden!" They say that once you have arrived at the meaning of a repeating dream, you will stop having it. And I never had that dream again.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/ganesh.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The fourth thing I learned was that my deity was Ganesh (me? an atheist? I have a deity?). I should sleep with my head to the north and should arrange my meditation so that I face south, because that’s where Ganesh is. Of course I had no idea who Ganesh was. When I discovered that he was the Elephant God I had often seen in Indian pictures, I was reminded of my childhood love of elephants. I lived across the street from Bronx Park, and on my frequent walks to the Bronx Zoo, I would head straight for the elephant house to feed them peanuts and stroke their trunks before going on to be entertained by the monkeys and the sea lions.</p>
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<figcaption>Sarama later became a regular participant in our own circus performances. This 1976 performance was balancing on a bongo board</figcaption>
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<p>When Mom took me to the circus at Madison Square Garden, there was always a sideshow in the basement. This was in the hoary past when they still brought in oddities, such as the tallest man in the world (8 feet, his finger rings sold as napkin rings!), a sword swallower, a bearded lady and elephants. They actually brought a couple of elephants into the sideshow. Of course, there I was, as always, peanuts in hand and blissfully unaware of any animal cruelty issues in circuses.</p>
<p>Of the thousands of songs Guru wrote over the following years, there were many, many <em>bhajans</em>, or musical prayers. Guru formed a group of bhajan singers who still perform these hundreds of devotional songs. He wrote five short Ganesh bhajans, which I quickly adopted and have sung ever since during my morning meditation.</p>
<h2>First Lecture at the Aum Centre</h2>
<p>Dulal told me that Guru also gave Sunday afternoon lectures which I could attend. I should explain again that I was raised in a household devoid of any religion. All my relatives were also atheists, as were my friends. They didn’t smoke, they didn’t drink, they didn’t steal, but they were from old Russia, and I believe they unquestioningly accepted the doctrine that "religion is the opiate of the masses." I don’t recall ever having heard a word against any religion from anyone in our extended family. Religion simply didn’t exist in our lives, in our experience or in our consciousness. The subject never even came up. Back then I didn’t think that anyone really and truly believed in God or Jesus. I heard those names only occasionally, mostly as an expletive when my uncle hit his thumb with a hammer.</p>
<p>Now I was seated at Guru’s lecture, listening to him talk about God and more God and oh, still more God. I am sure Guru forgave my ignorance, but that was the last Sunday lecture I attended for some time.</p>
<h2>Yoga of Westchester</h2>
<p>I faithfully continued to attend the Thursday evening meetings, although I still wasn’t quite sure why I was going. As a young adult I had read books about Edgar Cayce, a series of volumes on yoga philosophy by Yogi Ramacharaka, and that wonderful classic, Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda. My fascination with yoga, vegetarianism and spirituality was growing rapidly. However, even though I had been meditating at home for over a year and had picked up a few techniques from books, I was aware that I didn’t quite know what I was doing.</p>
<p>I was introduced to a vegetarian diet when we visited a yoga ashram in Canada. Vegetarianism easily became a part of my life, along with the yogic principle of selfless service. I did my service in the camp garden. The evening meditations at the yoga camp were typically restless and fidgety, with interruptions from coughing. The audience included many people who had just come there for a much-needed relaxing vacation in the country. I had my guitar with me, and the music for one of Guru’s songs. I teamed up with a flutist and together we eagerly learned this lovely song.</p>
<p>One day, the Swami of the ashram invited us to sit on the stage with him and play at the end of the meditation. We played and sang, and Guru’s music brought down so much peace that the coughing and fidgeting vanished. Swami’s normally heavy breathing became inaudible and he continued the meditation far longer than usual.</p>
<p>After this two-week Yoga vacation, my fate was sealed. On our return home, <em>Yoga of Westchester</em> was born.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/early-steps">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sarama: 45 Yogic Years with Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sarama/storyimages/1970-sarama.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sarama Minoli joined Sri Chinmoy's spiritual path in 1967, and was a beacon of inspiration for many of her fellow students who joined the path afterwards. Here we present reminiscences by Sarama written in the later part of her life, interspersed with Sri Chinmoy's affectionate comments and reminiscences by her fellow students. </strong></p>
<h2>Reminiscences: The whole world is our ashram</h2>
<p>This is the very first of a few memories of my early childhood.</p>
<p>My childhood summers were always spent on "The Farm," as it was called by my great-grandparents, and their eight (of thirteen) surviving children. All of them had made their homes in New Jersey after emigrating from Russia to America. Their families and visiting relatives and friends made up our little community, which was always called "The Farm," although the only animals ever seen there were a stray cat or, occasionally, a visiting dog.</p>
<p>There was Skaritka’s farm next door, however, where we got delicious fermented raw milk and fresh cottage cheese made from it. We kids were allowed to pick all the Concord grapes we could eat at their grape arbor. For the rest of my life, Concords were always my favorite kind of grape.</p>
<p>One sunny summer afternoon when I was less than two years old, Mom and Dad wheeled me in my carriage over the grassy field to a brook at the edge of the woods behind Aunt Lena’s house. I had been a sickly baby, but now healthy living was turning me into a strong and lively youngster. Finally they allowed our exuberant dog, Tuffy, to play with me. In a moment of rare parental inattention, Tuffy leaped up to lick my face and — splash! I was in the brook. Daddy scooped me out, weeping and soaking wet. I recall crying myself to sleep in the baby carriage. Perhaps that unexpected "baptism" in the brook set the stage for my future spiritual life?</p>
<p>Although my childhood did not include any formal education in spirituality, I was always fascinated by the incomprehensible concept of infinity. I spent the summers of my childhood at Grandma’s house on the edge of Lake Farrington, near Milltown, New Jersey. I would sleep on her sun-porch, which was all windows on three sides. At night, I would lie there, gazing at the endless night sky with its millions of stars and the Milky Way, trying to absorb the concept of infinity. I would imagine more space behind the luminous display of stars, and more space behind that space, and more space behind that space, and more space, and more space, until, head spinning, I finally fell asleep.</p>
<p>By 1967, I was married for the second time and had two children in high school. They had also known The Farm when they were little. My husband, a teacher of special education, was starting a small summer camp for "special" children in Glen Wild, New York.</p>
<p>Inspired by a couple of old books by Yogi Ramacharaka, we took a healthful yoga vacation at Val-Morin in Canada. We returned as vegetarians and I started to teach yoga, moving easily into that new field after 25 years as a teacher of dance. We also integrated Hatha Yoga into our campers’ daily schedule.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sarama">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Akuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/akuti-flowers.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Akuti is my oldest, dearest and wisest disciple. Her name is aspiration. She has proved to me and to our Lord Beloved Supreme what aspiration truly is.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>20 November 2002</em></p>
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<p><strong><em>Akuti became a student of Sri Chinmoy in 1967, and was a pillar of our meditation Centre until her passing in 2014. The following reminiscences and stories about Akuti are from her fellow students of Sri Chinmoy.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Kalyani:</strong> She was born Dorothy Eisaman on November 30, 1915. The name Dorothy means "child of God". Dorothy had five brothers all much older than she. On the day she was born, a friend ran through the street telling all the neighbors, "The Eisamans have a girl, the Eisamans have a girl!" They must have been so happy to welcome her!</p>
<p><strong>Sutushti: </strong>As I drove Akuti around for many years, she told me stories of her childhood. Akuti was born in western Pennsylvania, out in the country. At that time there were not many cars, and people still traveled by horse and buggy. It was like a bygone era, where her mother ran the household with an iron hand. There was a day each week for baking and laundry. One of her maiden aunts spent most of her time sewing for the large family and another did most of the cooking. Young girls learned needle-point, crocheting and other household skills. The house was lighted by gaslight and it was kept spotlessly clean.</p>
<p>In the summer, vaudeville troupes came through town to put on shows under a tent and sell potions to cure ailments.  Traveling salesmen came to the house selling shoes and house-wares from a cart, and an occasional hobo would knock on the door to ask for a handout. Akuti remembers running barefoot across the fields and through the stream each evening to bring the cows back to the barn.</p>
<p>Her mother profoundly believed every word of the large old family bible in which records were kept of births, marriages and deaths. If a family member had a skin problem, she took the person outside on a full moon night and placed a raw potato on the affected area. After she chanted a few words, the skin cleared up. She had a gift of intuitive vision and did not want Akuti to marry.</p>
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<p><em>My Mother</em></p>
<p>When I was a child of three<br/>
My valley looked so green to me –<br/>
The hand that led me tenderly<br/>
Was Love in all Simplicity,<br/>
My Mother.</p>
<p>Her beauty was her crowning Glory.<br/>
She walked so softly by my side,<br/>
Her wondrous eyes of emerald green were deep<br/>
And so serene.<br/>
As they beheld the wonders at our feet<br/>
I’m sure she felt that she was three.</p>
<p>For here she was a child again.<br/>
She looked at me with Soulful eyes,<br/>
I saw a world of beauty there –<br/>
With upward hands she dropped her hair.<br/>
It fell in strands of purest gold,<br/>
Sun-kissed, a thing of beauty to Behold,<br/>
My Mother.</p>
<p>Our feet were kissed by morning dew,<br/>
For in this valley always new,<br/>
The hand of God was living there.</p>
<p>She knew the wonders of God’s work;<br/>
Here she taught me how to pray.<br/>
It seemed so strange to me, for I was only three.<br/>
And when she prayed she looked at me,<br/>
As though her world could never be,<br/>
Without this child of three.</p>
<p>Her Soulful prayers were all for me.<br/>
This valley was God’s gift to her<br/>
And here her Soul was free!</p>
<p>She molded me unto herself,<br/>
She taught me Tenderness and Love.<br/>
And all the things I gazed upon were made for me,<br/>
Placed here by God for me to feel and touch.</p>
<p>A child of Nature I became,<br/>
In Love with Life I have remained.<br/>
It started early in my life<br/>
When I was but a child of three.</p>
<p><strong>Akuti</strong><br/>
<em>published 1970 <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_d6peba4" title="Chinmoy Family, Volume 1, Number 2, Fall 1970" href="#footnote1_d6peba4">1</a></em></p>
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<p>When Akuti was 15 or 16 years old, she and a friend visited a neighbor named Margaret Barlow, an old Welsh woman who smoked a corncob pipe. She told the girls many stories and predicted the future by reading tea leaves. When she looked at the arrangement of tea leaves in the cup for Akuti, she told her that she would travel across a body of water and live in a strange land; that she would meet a man of color, and she would bend.  Since Akuti was born on November 30, 1915, her fortune may very well have been told around Sri Chinmoy's birth in 1931. When Akuti first saw Guru in Puerto Rico, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Here was a man of golden color.</p>
<p>Her first job out of high school was as a nurse in a hospital, which included a psychiatric ward. She learned a lot from the doctors about how to care for these patients. She said that even if the patients could not function or communicate, they knew if they were being treated with kindness. Guru later told her that this profession was her forte.</p>
<p>After several years she started a new job at a department store where she managed different departments and traveled as a clothing buyer. After she worked there for 27 years, the company went bankrupt. Her longtime friend asked her to move to Puerto Rico with her and her husband.</p>
<p>In Puerto Rico she got a job in a chiropractor’s office.  Walking to and from the bus to work each day, she was greeted by a dog whom she befriended. The dog belonged to Agni and his wife, who were members of Guru’s first Centre in Puerto Rico. After some time they invited her to rent the upstairs apartment in their home.</p>
<p>One day after work Agni announced that the Master was visiting from New York and asked Akuti if she would like to come to the Centre. It was a hot day and she was tired, so she declined and lay down on her bed to rest. Suddenly she heard a booming voice say, "You may be missing a golden opportunity!"</p>
<p>She ran to the window and told Agni to wait for her. As soon as she saw Sri Chinmoy, the memories of Margaret Barlow’s tea leaves came flooding back to her. She walked up to him, past the other people who were sitting down, and stood in front of him. He said, "Do you know who I am?" She said, "I know who you are."</p>
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<p><em>Akuti:</em>   The soul is without beginning and without end. Then is there any limit to its progress?</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy: </em> It is absolutely correct that the soul has neither beginning nor end. It is constantly progressing and moving towards its Goal. It has infinite potentialities because it is part of the Self. In our <em>Gita</em>, we have the most sublime description of the soul: “The soul is ancient, permanent, eternal, immutable and all-pervading. Weapons cannot cleave it. Fire cannot burn it. Water cannot drench it. The wind cannot dry it.” This is the description of the soul given by the Lord, Sri Krishna.</p>
<p>You can easily see the difference between a human body and the soul. The body lasts for seventy or eighty years and then it has to die. The soul, however, is imperishable.</p>
<p>Everybody can see the soul. Not only can you see it, but you can talk to it.</p>
<p><em>Akuti:</em>  How can I talk to the soul, Guru?</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em>  How? Only one word: aspiration. A-S-P-I-R-A-T-I-O-N. Aspiration and nothing else. No other medicine is required; only aspiration.</p>
<p><em>(referring to another spiritual seeker)</em> I was telling you about her the other day. She started coming to our meetings last November and now she has become a student at our New York Centre. She is under my spiritual guidance. Last May, the 5th of May, it was her birthday. She saw her own soul and had a talk with it.</p>
<p>For the preceding few months, she had been constantly trying to see her soul and to see if all that I had said about it was really possible. She asked me many, many questions about the soul. Then I said, “Questions won’t do. You have to meditate on the soul and see it for yourself.”</p>
<p>She did meditate on the soul. On the 5th of May, her birthday, early, in the small hours of the morning, she saw her soul. While she was seeing her soul, I saw it at the same time. We live in the same building. I live on the fourth floor and she lives on the first floor. She told me everything in detail and I concentrated on her to see if it was correct. It was all true.</p>
<p>If she can do it, I do not see any reason why you, Akuti, cannot see and talk to your own soul. Try. I shall be glad to help you.</p>
<p><strong>June 26, 1967</strong><br/>
<em>San Juan, Puerto Rico <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_nqs0l86" title="Sri Chinmoy, Earth’s cry meets Heaven’s smile, part 2, Agni Press, 1974" href="#footnote2_nqs0l86">2</a></em></p>
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<p><strong>Sutushti:</strong> She has said that Guru was never a stranger to her. Nothing about him was ever unfamiliar. Two or three days after their first meeting, she asked Guru for her spiritual name. He gave it to her, repeating it 200 times and keeping count by snapping his fingers. He told her that her name, <em>Akuti</em>, means Inspiration, Aspiration, Realisation and Revelation. For the first year after she met Guru, her eyes were always filled with tears from the joy of finding her Master.  </p>
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<p>Her name means aspiration. In our boat she is the oldest member. She is dearer than the dearest in my heart and soul. Akuti is aspiration. Aspiration is the only thing we need to become supremely chosen children of our Lord Beloved Supreme. This is our Akuti.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>18 February 2004</em></p>
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<p><strong>Bholanath:</strong> If I could in a phrase sum up Akuti, it would be “happy but conscious and very disciplined, all the time." I first met Akuti at the Sunday morning meditation held in the San Juan, Puerto Rico Centre in September 1968 – she would have been almost 53 years old then. I and my wife Eve had gone to Puerto Rico to visit her father, and Guru had told me about the Centre, inviting me to go there. My first impression when I saw her was, “What is this woman from middle America doing here in Puerto Rico?" She was in the center of the room on the aisle, with her silvery hair, big, lustrous eyes, and a smile to match. I knew I had met a friend. I liked her instantly.</p>
<p>Through the years she would say to me, “Why don’t you come more often, Bholanath?" She was always great for me, because she was always right on target. She was like an older sister, always concerned for me.</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/akuti-puerto-rico.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Akuti (centre) in with the other members of the Aum Centre in Puerto Rico (as the Sri Chinmoy centre was then called)</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Sutushti:</strong> Over the next year and a half when Guru came to Puerto Rico for an extended visit, he often spent a few evenings a week with Akuti.</p>
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<p><em>Akuti:</em>  When I meditate on you, I feel that I enter into you as a personal God. Is there anything higher than that?</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> In my picture, my Transcendental picture, I am totally one with the Supreme. There I fully represent the Supreme and I am totally one with the Supreme in His Transcendental Consciousness. I personally look at my own Transcendental picture when I am not in my highest; there I am like a beggar. At times I look at my picture for two or three seconds and I enter into it. When I am in my normal consciousness, I see the difference between my highest and my lowest. There it is the top of the Himalayan peak and here, when I am cutting jokes and all that, it is lower than the foothills of the Himalayas.</p>
<p>But again, inside me, the divine consciousness and the infinite consciousness are very vigilant. It is not that I drop from heaven into hell. No. My highest is always accessible to me when I need it.</p>
<p>When you are concentrating on me, meditating on me, you are absolutely right in feeling that you enter into my Infinite Consciousness which is totally one with the Supreme. At that time, there is no difference between the Supreme and my Infinite Consciousness. At the time when I meditate right in front of you, in front of the disciples, here and in New York, I become everything that one can think of and aspire for. Even in the physical body, which you see inside the frame of the picture, the soul and the physical existence become totally one and there I see and I become the entire universe. At the same time, the entire universe is inside me.</p>
<p>And this experience of yours — I am so happy that you have it. In New York also, there are two or three who have told us about this. If the closest, dearest disciples feel that they can get everything from their Guru, from their Master, there is no mistake in it. It is absolutely true. For the disciple, the Guru represents the Supreme here on earth.</p>
<p><strong>August 17, 1968</strong><br/>
<em>San Juan, Puerto Rico <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_081kkcb" title="Sri Chinmoy, Earth’s cry meets Heaven’s smile, part 3, Agni Press, 1978" href="#footnote3_081kkcb">3</a><br/>
<em>(The Transcendental Picture that Sri Chinmoy is referring to is a photograph of Sri Chinmoy in the highest state of meditation. Sri Chinmoy's students use this picture for their daily meditation.)</em></em></p>
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<p><strong>Sutushti:</strong> Akuti gave Guru his first bank account, because she said that "he didn’t have two nickels to rub together".</p>
<p>In 1969, Guru asked Akuti to come to New York and to start a Centre in Connecticut. When she moved, the house was not ready, so Guru invited her to stay in his home in Queens. She cooked and cleaned and did other household chores for Guru. Guru told her that she was the best house-keeper among the disciples and that "when she cleans, Light follows". She lost 18 pounds in the six weeks she stayed there.</p>
<p>Prior to moving to Connecticut, Akuti said that she did not know what a hippie was. But in the summer of 1969 she found herself in the midst of the counterculture. The seekers coming to the Centre were mostly in their twenties, and Guru wanted us to lead a more spiritual lifestyle. Akuti’s maturity, dignity and purity were a good example, and she spent many hours answering questions from the more than 100 disciples in the Centre. She also spent many hours cleaning up after the meetings, as Guru sometimes came twice a week to her home in Norwalk. No job was too daunting for her. She scrubbed, swept and washed until everything was in perfect order. Wherever Akuti lived, one could sense a cleanliness which generated a spiritual purity and luminosity that spread through the rooms. Guru would often visit her upstairs before coming to the basement meditation room, and the whole house would be flooded with his Consciousness.</p>
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<p>Akuti, as you know, is American. But she loved Puerto Rico so much, she wanted to live in Puerto Rico. But, alas, her Guru wanted her to come back home, sweet home. She listened to my request and became the leader of leaders.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Dhrubha:</strong> I always admired and looked up to Akuti because I felt that she embodied true spirituality. True, she was older than me and my disciple friends, but her spiritual maturity was much more than that. She was always very reserved and dignified, but at the same time had a great sense of humor. She was full of affection.</p>
<p>There was one event not long afterwards that was one of the reasons I developed such respect for Akuti’s spirituality. In late 1969 or early 1970, Guru was out of town for an extended period. I think he had gone to India. By then, I was going to the Centre regularly. While Guru was away, during meditations everyone would line up and pass by the Transcendental Photograph. At one meditation Guru did something to me inwardly that I felt really changed me profoundly. I said nothing about it to anyone, so no one else who was there had any idea about what had taken place within me. But as I was leaving, Akuti came up to me and said, "Tonight I see you in a whole new light."</p>
<p>Around that time, or perhaps a year or so later, I heard that Guru had said that Akuti was present at the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. I never heard anyone tell me that they were present when Guru said this, but I could easily believe it nonetheless. I have always been deeply impressed by her spiritual advancement, which was combined with a humility that made her everyone’s friend.</p>
<p><strong>Sahishnu:</strong> Akuti was one of the first disciples I ever met, back in October of 1970. She had an air of sensibility, nobility, and purity that was surprising and inspiring at the same time. It was at the Wilton, Connecticut Centre that I first saw and meditated with Guru. Akuti had us new seekers-turned-disciples become respectful, clean, and hygienically purer by her own example. If you ever saw her apartment, especially in the second Connecticut Centre in Norwalk, it was spotless, pure, and simple. When seven aspiring disciples and I lived next door at 76 Perry Avenue, she kept the standard for us boys at a much higher level than we would ever consider. No small feat!</p>
<p><strong>Anjali:</strong> Thinking of Akuti brings to mind the crystalline purity of the tone of the bell she would ring to signal the start and finish of meditation sessions during the Connecticut Centre meetings she led in Guru’s absence.</p>
<p>One thing that moved me most about Akuti, was, and is, her true and unwavering love for Guru, and her absolute dedication to her spiritual life. "Fall in love with God," she would often say. "Nothing else matters," she would quickly add.  </p>
<p>Akuti could also sing, although she seemed to prefer to do so in private! But in the early days, when Guru offered songs to a number of disciples to perform individually from time to time during Centre meetings, he gave Akuti one as well.</p>
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<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/my-task-1.gif" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>MY TASK<br/>
I ask, my Lord Supreme, I ask:<br/>
What is my task, what is my task?<br/>
"My child, try and cry to change thy face,<br/>
And tell the world My Name is Grace.<br/>
"Shall I succeed, can I succeed?"<br/>
"Why not, why not?<br/>
My Breath shall feed<br/>
Your life of love, devotion pure.<br/>
Victory all-where when surrender sure."</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_jc7211d" title="Original poem: Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972, song: Sri Chinmoy, Chandelier, part 1, 1980" href="#footnote4_jc7211d">4</a></p>
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<p>So Akuti would stand before Guru and sing the song. Her delivery was simple. She just sang – softly, matter-of-factly, but with conviction – and it always touched my heart, as I am sure it did the hearts of others who were listening. In my inner ear, to this day I can still hear the song being sung in her voice.</p>
<p><strong>Chetana:</strong> Every Monday night when we arrived at the meditation at the Connecticut Centre, there would be Akuti waiting at the door. She didn’t just say hello or greet us; she looked into our eyes with her deepest love and concern. It was palpable; she had the ability to speak to someone with those beautiful, deep eyes.</p>
<p><strong>Arpan:</strong> By the time I started coming to the Connecticut Centre in February 1972, there were already over 50 disciples. Akuti lived upstairs from the Meditation room. In her apartment there was a book room with all ten of Guru’s books!</p>
<p>At the time there was no Jharna-Kala or music tapes – only two or three vinyl LP albums of Guru singing. Yet Akuti made everything of Guru’s seem so valuable and priceless. The few books we had were quite inexpensive, but Akuti treated everything as a real treasure, and she kept everything pristine and neat.</p>
<p>The Connecticut Centre meetings were open to seekers back then, you didn't have to be a disciple to join them. Guru would be driven up from Queens every Monday night to lead us in meditation. After I attended those sessions as a seeker for about a month – still with my long hair – Akuti escorted me up to the book room after a Monday night meditation. She told me that Guru said if I wanted to keep coming on Monday nights and join the Centre then I knew what I must do. She was very serious about it, and quite powerful in a loving and caring way. She was not specific in her directive; she knew that I knew the rules, so she said nothing more.</p>
<p>At that moment I realized that this was a serious path and that I must ‘grow up’ quickly if I wanted to become part of it. During the long two-hour ride back to my University that night, I thought of this very serious decision I had to make, and all the requirements which went along with joining the Path. Akuti was the perfect motherly instrument who just naturally made one feel the real value of Guru’s path in an unmistakable and convincing way. So the decision was obvious to me.</p>
<p><strong>Pranika:</strong> When I started the restaurant, Akuti used to check in with me to see how I was doing. I remember once when I came to the Connecticut Centre meeting, we had only had the restaurant for a few months, and she caught me at the door as I was coming in and she said, "How is it going?"  And I said, "Oh gosh, Akuti, it is really hard, but I am sure it is going to get better." "Well, I don’t think so," she quipped. She basically got you to bolster up and just stick with it.</p>
<p><strong>Pulak:</strong> In those early years, there was a special meditation photo of Guru taken in Puerto Rico, which Akuti personally sold. When I asked to buy a copy, Akuti invited me up to her room on the second floor of the Centre. Entering her room was like entering a temple sanctuary, where everything was suffused with a pure and clear light. I felt deeply blessed by Akuti’s saintly presence as she reverently offered the photo to me.</p>
<p>Sometimes when Guru was not able to attend our Centre meetings, Akuti would initiate the meditation by standing up front facing the disciples and meditating for a couple of minutes. During these sessions she would be transformed into a clear beacon for Guru’s light. Many who knew her could attest that she would always radiate this glowing clarity.</p>
<p>She definitely had her lighter side at times, teasing and joking with us, but even those moments were pervaded with a sweet heartfelt sense of joy. She affectionately referred to us as her "Connecticut children", and she spoke of Guru (saying "Guru" in her inimitable way) with a dual sense of a disciple’s love and a mother’s loving adoration of her divinely mischievous child.</p>
<p>She did not believe in saying anything negative about anyone, and even when she had to reprimand us as a group or individually, she delivered her message with a loving concern. What gave her the greatest joy was when she could deliver good news about Guru or from Guru, or a message from Guru saying he was very pleased with the Connecticut Centre. At those times, her maternal pride would swell and joyfully illumine everyone’s heart.</p>
<p><strong>Tanima:</strong> One experience in particular from the early days I remember to this day, because it was so very powerful. In the 1970s, Dhrubha and Nayana had a house on 87th Avenue with a very large living room, which was used for many activities and functions, from the New Jersey Centre meetings to rehearsals for all kinds of performances. There was a period when Guru would come there every Sunday morning very early – at 6 a.m. – and hold silent meditations.</p>
<figure class="left"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/sri-chinmoy-blessing-akuti.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy blessing Akuti</figcaption>
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<p>At one of these meditations Akuti was sitting in the front on the floor (we all sat on the floor in those days!). Guru was seated on his throne. All was silent as Guru was in his highest.  But then all of a sudden he looked down at Akuti and motioned for her to approach him. She knelt in front of him; and as he placed both his hands on her head, blessing her, she wept, saying over and over in a tearful, quiet voice, "It takes so long, it takes so long, it takes so long. . . . ."</p>
<p>The depth of that moment I cannot forget. Here she was, a disciple for maybe only six or seven years, and she was already so fervently crying and aspiring for the goal of goals – total unconditional surrender and God-realisation. She always lived the truth of her spiritual name: aspiration. I don’t think anyone but Guru knew the true magnitude of this extraordinary soul.</p>
<p><strong>Savita:</strong> In the early days, Guru often invited different groups of disciples to stand in front of him, face the audience and meditate. Sometimes we were called up according to our age group, the beginning letter of our name or our birthday month. I am sure Guru did this for many reasons, but I believe one reason was for us to receive inspiration from our sisters’ and brothers’ aspiring meditations. Akuti’s meditation was always inspiring to me. With eyes open, serene and deep, her gaze straight ahead, unwavering and reaching far beyond the walls of the room, her meditation conveyed her inner strength, spiritual confidence, profound wisdom and intense love.</p>
<p><strong>Rijuta:</strong> Akuti’s sense of humour was sometimes subtle and always charming. An example of this was the adorable stickers she chose to place on cards that she gave on disciple birthdays. Two of her favourite seal collections that I noticed over the years were Pooh Bear and two cute little house mice. One of the seals I received was Pooh Bear doing a somersault. Another was two mice at a party – one mouse (marked ‘Rijuta’) was blowing up a balloon and the other mouse (marked ‘Akuti’) had a large needle ready to burst the balloon. My favourite was entitled, "True friends". Pooh Bear (marked ‘Rijuta’) was enjoying teatime with a friend (marked ‘Akuti’).</p>
<p><strong>Premik:</strong> One story about Akuti the divine disciplinarian: after being a disciple for a short while, I was playing in an all-disciple band called Jatra. One Saturday, the band decided it needed to have a rehearsal to prepare for some show or recording. Saturday noon was also my Centre meeting. So I phoned Akuti to politely inform her that I wouldn’t be attending the meeting. When I told why, her response was immediate: "What’s more important…..your God-realisation or that silly band of yours??  Don’t you EVER cancel a meeting again for such a silly reason!!" Of course I don’t remember her exact words after all these years, but it was something of that intensity. I got my priorities straight pretty quickly after that!</p>
<p><strong>Surashri:</strong> It was 1973 and I was a hippie. Unsatisfied with my life, some-thing within me was urging me to search Eastern philosophies. I began reading Guru’s book <em>Eastern Light for the Western Mind</em>. I then went to meditation classes, and I met with some disciples, who were extremely friendly and sincerely encouraging. I saw Guru for the first time at the University of Connecticut, and the next step was to go to the Connecticut Centre meeting at Norwalk, held on Saturday afternoons. The meetings were in a basement, but the pristine condition and graceful décor made it eloquent and serene. Akuti, I learned, was the one responsible for this exquisite setting that was wonderfully conducive to meditation.</p>
<p>I remember in those early days Akuti leading the meetings with a kind of "soft" strictness. Her eyes were full of light and she had tremendous poise when she read Guru’s writings to us or spoke to the group. Guru’s requests were conveyed with firmness by Akuti. But when I was struggling with a difficulty related to my transition into the spiritual life and I approached her about it, she was all sympathy. Coming as I was from my undisciplined world, the fact that Akuti was in her fifties (there was a hippie slogan in those days: don’t trust anyone over 30), and that there were many rules and disciplines, could have put me off. But in large part because of Akuti’s manner, I was able to accept all this with a minimum of resistance from within myself.</p>
<p>The third time I attended these meetings, Guru unexpectedly returned early from travel in Europe and came to our meeting. He announced that those of us who had come three times or more would have to decide whether or not to become disciples, otherwise we would not be allowed to continue coming to the Connecticut meetings, but only to the Saturday evening seeker meditations in Manhattan.</p>
<p>As a child, I remember times when, standing at the edge of a swimming pool, I hesitated to jump into the water, knowing there would be a momentary shock of cold. But I also knew it would be followed by a lasting delightful coolness. Similarly, I knew I wanted to become a disciple but delayed. Guru’s ultimatum was the push I needed to take the plunge into the blissful waters of the spiritual life.</p>
<p>The following week I had my long, red ponytail cut off and I put on white clothes for the first time. At the meditation, Guru requested those who wanted to become disciples to stand up. He meditated on each of us, smiled broadly, then bowed his head, but he said not a word.</p>
<p>After the meeting, I went up and asked Akuti if I had been accepted as a disciple. Akuti said, "Guru is pleased with you." I am sure this satisfied my heart and soul, but I was compelled to ask, "Does that mean I am accepted?" Akuti told me that I was. Funny how the most important moment of my life was such a simple one.</p>
<p><strong>Sahishnu:</strong> When I had been through a few years of discipleship, Akuti asked me to drive her to the Bayside Church for meditations on Thursdays or Sundays. It was a privilege I enjoyed, as it was a chance to meditate with Guru again at the New York Centre. She would tell short stories about being with Guru in Puerto Rico, where she first met our Master. She even discussed the status of the boys in our Centre, and would tell juicy stories about who was doing well, according to Guru.</p>
<p>One time when we were driving to the Bayside Church, she told me of her experience during a dream. She saw herself in a flowing gown, much like a princess or duchess. Then a great, majestic emperor appeared, with an adorned headpiece, almost like a crown. She saw Guru’s face as the emperor. She was awestruck in the dream, but then suddenly awoke, and felt as if it were real. Astonished, she asked Guru at the appropriate time, a few days later, if this dream was significant, or real. She had similar recollections of this dream beforehand, but never so vividly. She then told me that Guru went into his trance while standing, and in a serious but soft tone, said, "Absolutely true. Your experience was real." Other details escape me, but you can imagine.</p>
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<p>My Akuti, in the inner world you are taller than the tallest.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>20 October 2004, at the Gujarati Samaj in Queens:</em></p>
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<figcaption>Akuti receives prasad (food blessed by the Master) from Sri Chinmoy, 1978</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Sutushti:</strong> She also traveled to Queens a few nights a week to Guru’s house and came home late at night. She started work at 7:30 a.m. in a factory. She had to fully concentrate while working on her machine or the result could have been serious injury.  She was over 60 years old at the time, but instead of slowing down, she performed all tasks with a high standard of perfection.</p>
<figure class="right"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/akuti-lily-connecticut-centre.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Akuti with Sri Chinmoy's sister, Lily, at the Connecticut Centre, 1978</figcaption>
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<p>In 1976 I moved to Norwalk and Akuti started asking me to drive her places. As the years passed, we followed Guru all over. We drove to New York Centre meetings at the Bayside Church where Guru’s silent meditations left the disciples almost unable to speak. We followed Guru to public meditations, lectures and concerts throughout New York and the surrounding states. Always as she rode in the car, she was preparing herself inwardly to see Guru. We were mostly silent on short trips, and the eager anticipation nullified any thoughts of the outer world.  We just forgot everything in our eagerness to see our Master. We also trusted that Guru would get us to our destination despite any weather or traffic delays. She mentioned recently that we did not miss a Wednesday night meeting because of weather in 30 years! We sometimes got lost but an inner compass (and some help from friendly gas station attendants) helped us to find our destination. I am grateful for these wonderful experiences where we found that Guru really could transcend space and time for us so that we could see him. </p>
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<p>This is called love for her Master. Akuti comes from Connecticut. She comes all the way from Connecticut, and I am very grateful to Sutushti for taking care of her, very nice care of her.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>27 October 2003 - referring to Akuti coming from Connecticut to a Peace Concert held at P.S. 86, Queens, at the age of 87</em></p>
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<p><strong>Nemi:</strong> For years, Akuti got up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work at a factory, often after arriving home from meditation in Jamaica late the previous night. She was not a sleeper! Once, in the later years, I asked her if she took any vitamins. She waved her hand gracefully and said, "I don’t believe in any of that stuff." She ate very sparingly and I am sure she invoked prana for her life-energy. She walked a mile every day until her eighties. Her hair was snow-white, her complexion flawless, translucent.</p>
<p><strong>Nidrahara:</strong> If Akuti accepted you as a friend, it was forever. Nothing was halfway for Akuti. She gave her love with all of her heart. She deeply appreciated and cared for her spiritual family –especially all of her Connecticut girls and boys. She had a high standard of purity and integrity that most people living today could not understand.</p>
<p>Akuti also had a very high standard in her capacity to love. I knew her in the middle and the end of her life. At the end of her life, I saw her practice love and forgiveness like no one else on this earth, except Guru!! She valued love and forgiveness above all else. She lived love and forgiveness.</p>
<p>If I ever wanted to have the best meditation, I would sit as close as I could to Akuti. I could always feel her purity-light and her inner strength.</p>
<p>Driving to Queens from Stamford, Connecticut was never an easy task for me. It is an hour door-to-door, if there are no major obstructions – i.e., accidents, slippery roads, construction projects, 18-wheeler trucks all around! We were often pushed into one lane or forced to stop completely for long periods of time. In the early days, we were expected to come to Queens despite wind, rain, snow or sleet on several nights during the week. These trips continue to be a white-knuckle experience for me for 33 years now. Sometimes, if Akuti was in the car, while I was enjoying my near-panic state of mind, she was playfully counting groundhogs in the grass along the highway as a game to pass the time! This was our dear, sweet, strong and delightful Akuti.</p>
<p><strong>Nripal:</strong> As Guru taught, the spiritual life cannot be separated from life itself. Life is either lived spiritually or not. And maintaining a respectable spiritual standard can be challenging as we navigate life’s journey.</p>
<p>Akuti was practical in her approach to contending with this universal challenge. She spoke about the inevitable dry periods and the need to persevere. The importance of forgiveness. The value of maintaining unshakeable faith in the guidance of our Master. The Supreme’s abiding assurance that life’s clouds eventually and always dissipate.</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/akuti/akuti-nripal-saral-arpan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Akuti in the Connecticut Sri Chinmoy Centre, with Nripal, Saral and Arpan</figcaption>
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<p>Akuti never glossed over nonsense. When she saw wayward activity or heard wrong thinking, she maintained her silence but offered inner good will. And when occasionally she thought it appropriate to comment, her observations were consistently of an honest, pithy and constructive character.</p>
<p><strong>Savita:</strong> A couple of times each year over the course of about twenty years, I had the opportunity to help serve a special meal with a few other girls in the Centre, including Akuti. Invariably, I would ensure that I was working right next to Akuti because I knew I would receive added inspiration from her. While working we would talk all about Guru and I would ask her a multitude of questions about Guru’s life in the late 1960’s and the very early 1970’s. When recalling her first meeting and subsequent experiences with Guru in Puerto Rico, she would always refer to Guru as "my boy, my boy". She painted a picture of Guru, in his late 30s, that was so charming and adorable – how could one not fall in love with him! In every word, I felt and enjoyed Akuti’s sweet affection and loving devotion for Guru.</p>
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<p>Akuti, you are our pioneer disciple. Akuti means aspiration, Himalayan aspiration, higher than the highest aspiration. You have proved it in your lifetime. I am extremely grateful to you and extremely proud of you, extremely proud of you. You are a real jewel, a true jewel in our family.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>23 July 2003, While celebrating the 37th anniversary of the Puerto Rico Centre</em></p>
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<p><strong>Kalyani:</strong> As the years went by we spent a lot of time together. We drove to New York for meditations in all kinds of weather! It was an hour drive from our home in Connecticut, but no matter what the weather was, we went to see Guru. I remember when the Connecticut Thruway was covered with many inches of snow and we still plowed our way into New York in my little VW bug. She always said it would be fine. Of course, I was the driver and "shaking in my shoes" so to speak, but Akuti said it was OK, so we persevered and always arrived safely. During torrential downpours our joke was, "It’s only water!"</p>
<p>Akuti, my daughter Mohini, and I had many fun trips driving around the Connecticut and New York area. She loved to go to all the old historic houses along the Hudson and take the tours through them. Sometimes we would simply just drive because she loved to see all the trees and countryside.</p>
<p>Akuti was my best friend and I loved her dearly. She was so wise and often would chastise me for thinking and speaking about something in a very silly and probably most unspiritual way! Who knows what would have become of me if it weren’t for her! I will be grateful forever that I was allowed to be Akuti’s companion for many wonderful years. Akuti said that once you were her friend, you would always be her friend.</p>
<p><strong>Meghna: </strong>In 1985 I had the sweetest good fortune to make Akuti’s acquaintance. Since we both lived in Connecticut I had the opportunity to give her rides to Queens. During those trips we got to know each other and became good friends. Akuti’s name means "Aspiration" and she was a tremendous spiritual inspiration to me. Plus, we had so much fun together. She had a cute sense of humor and on countless occasions I dissolved in laughter at her stories and her hilarious comments.</p>
<p>I would call Akuti regularly to chat. One day she mentioned that she needed to take care of Louise. I asked, "Who is Louise?" She replied that Louise was her gardenia plant. Louise was a gift Akuti received years before, when Louise was a tiny little plant that sat neatly on a windowsill. Gardenias are extremely difficult to maintain inside a house because they require very specific conditions to thrive. However, under Akuti’s diligent nurturing Louise flourished, expanding to well over three feet in diameter. In this condition she was much too heavy to lift, so her pot was fitted with wheels. Thereafter Louise was a gardenia on the go. Akuti drove Louise around the apartment to catch the sun at different windows and into the kitchen for beauty treatments (trimming and showering). Then when the weather warmed, Akuti parked Louise outside on the porch for her summer vacation. Louise loved Akuti and Akuti loved Louise. There wasn’t a year that went by that Akuti didn’t give me a detailed description of the size and number of her flowers, her fragrance, the condition of her roots and her general demeanor. That was Akuti’s "Louise".</p>
<p>Akuti had a special connection to the gardenia. When a disciple passed away, Akuti first received the message not by phone but with the fragrance of the gardenia.</p>
<p><strong>Nayana:</strong> Akuti was mature without being "old", and she was youthful without being frivolous. Practical and extremely grounded, she was a molten core of divinity, constantly reaching upward and offering herself outward to all.</p>
<p>Akuti was a doer. Well into her eighties, if there was a special event at Guru’s house, Guru would ask Akuti to join those serving food in the kitchen rather than remain seated in his living room as the honoured guest that she also was.</p>
<p>Akuti had a wonderful sense of humor. She once told me that she had worked as a psychiatric nurse in a hospital for insane priests and nuns many years earlier. "Good practice for the Centre, don’t you think?" she remarked.</p>
<p>Akuti’s kindness and concern sprang not merely from good manners or a sense of duty, but from her loving heart. With her halo of short white curls, Akuti usually sat somewhere in front of me in the New York meditation meetings.  Many of us behind her were sometimes exhausted from a day’s work and were slipping off into dreamland, when Akuti came to our rescue by surreptitiously passing back little chocolate candies to keep us awake. She always kept a good supply on hand.</p>
<p><strong>Arpan:</strong> In 1992, Guru asked me to make prasad cookies every year to honour Akuti on her birthday on 30 November. One of the last functions Guru would have before leaving on the yearly Christmas Trip would include this special prasad for Akuti. Guru would hand out the prasad individually to each disciple and then honor Akuti. It was a great privilege and honor for me to be part of this special celebration for Akuti.</p>
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<figcaption>Arpan and Akuti hold Akuti's birthday cake, with Sri Chinmoy looking on.</figcaption>
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<h3>A selection of Sri Chinmoy’s comments on Akutis birthday</h3>
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<p>My heart’s infinite and infinite love, gratitude, sweetness and fondness – gratitude and gratitude and gratitude….In my family you are a real jewel – real, real jewel in my heart-shrine.</p>
<p><strong>19 November 2003</strong></p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy celebrates Akuti's birthday, 1997</figcaption>
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<p>Now we are celebrating our dearest Akuti’s birthday. She is one of the main pillars, plus one of our pioneer-disciples. Akuti means aspiration, climbing cry. I love her and treasure her dearly in the very depth of my heart. Akuti, kindly come and stand, in front of me. <em>(Everybody sings the Happy birthday song composed by Sri Chinmoy.)</em></p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy gives Akuti her birthday-cookie prasad, 1997</figcaption>
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<p>"Arpan has made cookies larger than the largest, and I have already devoured one. They are supremely excellent, excellent, excellent, larger than the largest cookies. (<em>Akuti holds the cake and everyone sings the universally-known Happy Birthday song</em>.) Now Arpan bring the cookies, and bring the rest of the Prasad.</p>
<p><strong>20 November 2004</strong></p>
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<p>My dearest Akuti, you are my soul’s, my heart’s and my life’s true joy and true pride. My dearest Akuti, you are my soul’s, my heart’s and my life’s true joy and true pride.</p>
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<p><em>(After singers sang Akutir Shesh Nai, Guru offered a translation:)</em> "The desire-life has an end, but the aspiration-heart has no end, no end."<br/>
You are the living proof.</p>
<p><em>(After Guru joins everybody in singing the international birthday song) </em>Arpan, bring your famous cookie. Akuti has seen 90 summers!</p>
<p><strong>12 November 2005</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Sameepa:</strong> In 2002, I seriously injured my neck and was unable to drive myself to Wednesday’s meditation in Queens. Sutushti and Akuti were kind enough to drive me with the understanding that Akuti meditated during the drive down to P.S. 86, so the conversation would be limited. When I got into the car, Akuti cordially visited for a short time and then sat quietly meditating.</p>
<p>Much later, I realized Akuti’s commitment to Guru. Often Guru would remind disciples to meditate as soon as they entered the school and prior to his coming. Here was Akuti heeding his instructions and preparing an hour in advance for Guru’s arrival. How pleased Guru must have been with her.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy speaks with Akuti during a meditation function in Aspiration-Ground, Queens</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Nilima:</strong> As a teenager joining the path in 1968, I was in awe of Akuti as a serious seeker of the ultimate Truth. I admired her tremendous inner height and depth, but most remarkable was her humility and oneness with all of us, and she flooded the members of her spiritual family with compassion and concern.</p>
<p>So it is not surprising that even 35 years later, when my mother started coming regularly to receive Guru’s blessings at our Friday night meetings, she was also the lucky recipient of Akuti’s continuing kindness and affection. Guru considered both my father and mother disciples in their later years, and after my father’s passing in 2003, my brother would bring my mother religiously to our Friday meditations. Akuti literally welcomed her each time with open arms; and my mother, who was just a year younger at 87, was so happy to have a true friend, especially another octogenarian, and eventually nonagenarian.</p>
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<p>27/3/05</p>
<p>My dear Guru,</p>
<p>Intelligence – Wisdom –<br/>
I feel the heart is the preacher<br/>
and yet many who are intelligent<br/>
are lacking in Wisdom.</p>
<p>Wisdom to me comes only<br/>
     from the soul –<br/>
The ever-knowing All<br/>
Like a mirror –<br/>
    reflecting the Face of God.</p>
<p>All my Love,<br/>
<strong>Akuti</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Tanima:</strong> Starting in April 2005 through April 2009, I was so fortunate to be a part of a three-member team of Akuti, Archee and myself that performed at at our international Celebrations every April and August. Our performance always started with Akuti reading some of Guru’s poems; she immediately elevated our offering by her very deep and soulful readings. This was followed by my singing a few songs of Guru’s that were arranged and accompanied by Archee on keyboard.</p>
<p>In the last maybe five years of her life, I was also very fortunate to have the opportunity of visiting her several times, always along with my dear friend Nidrahara, first at Kalyani’s house in Ridgefield, Connecticut and then in Bar Harbor, Maine. I was so proud and impressed with Akuti that, at her place in Maine, she without fail got up and walked up and down the halls with her walker at least five times a day. When I’d telephone her and she’d say, "I just finished walking" and I’d praise her, she always said, "I promised Michael (Kalyani's husband) I would do it, and I always keep my promise." And she walked fast – a few times when we visited, we walked with her and could hardly keep up!</p>
<p>It was the last visits in Bar Harbor that I remember with deepest joy and gratitude. For the time she was in Maine, Nidrahara and I flew up there twice a year to visit her. Akuti was always the perfect hostess. She always had a small, sweet gift for each of us that Kalyani either procured or made herself on Akuti’s behalf.  But Akuti was always involved in the selection of the item and colour scheme. The last gifts we received were gloves knitted by Kalyani, and Akuti had picked out all the colours for each of our pairs of gloves. That was her sweetest concern, love and gratitude.</p>
<p>Sometimes on our first day of the visit, we would go out in Kalyani’s car, Akuti sitting in the front seat with Rusty – Kalyani’s small poodle who adored Akuti – on her lap, driving up Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, to what is known as the highest point in the whole Eastern seaboard. The view overlooking the mountains and the Atlantic Ocean is spectacular. Akuti loved the weekly drives with Kalyani to see the beauty of the trees, mountains and ocean.</p>
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<figcaption>Bar Harbour, viewed from Acadia National Park</figcaption>
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<p>Then the next day just Nidrahara and I would visit her for about an hour.  We would talk about Guru, and she often spoke particularly of love and forgiveness. Even in my weekly telephone conversations, love and forgiveness was a constant theme. During our visit, I always would sing Guru’s songs for her, particularly the ones with her name in them, and her eyes would fill with tears; and then my eyes would fill with tears – but happy tears for the gift of being able to offer something of Guru with my heart to this beautiful, supremely deep and high soul.</p>
<p>It was also during one of our visits, as we were talking about Guru and our spiritual lives, when we learned from Akuti that Guru had told her she had been evolving on this earth for 5,000 years.</p>
<p><strong>Arpan:</strong> Akuti was born in 1915 and would have been 99 years old in November 2014. The last time Guru handed out her birthday cookies was in 2006 when she was 91 years old. We continue to honor her birthday every year with special prasad cookies. She lived quite happily and healthily for another eight years until her sudden passing in September 2014. Although she did not quite make it to 100 years on earth, her very powerful aspiration and loving presence can still be felt by those of us who knew her. We are so grateful for her long, inspiring and aspiring life, and her sincere and complete dedication to Guru and his Path. If you are ever in Queens at the end of November, you can be certain that we will still have special prasad cookies in honor of Akuti’s birthday.</p>
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<p><strong>Thoughts</strong></p>
<p>I awaken at daybreak,<br/>
My thoughts are of you.<br/>
My eyes find the sky – they flood    <br/>
    in exquisite delight.<br/>
Tears so soft,<br/>
A caress to my cheeks – suddenly    <br/>
    my thoughts are lost –<br/>
Silence takes hold.<br/>
Slowly I sink in that merciful realm,<br/>
Devoid of all thought<br/>
– all vastness    <br/>
    and space.<br/>
The breeze of Bliss blows through    <br/>
    the windows of my Soul<br/>
In profound Meditation.<br/>
Who knows what lies within my heart?<br/>
The arts and foolish fancies lost.<br/>
Oh Self, reveal Thy Self.<br/>
Oh Saviour Soul, set me free!</p>
<p><strong>Akuti</strong><br/>
<em>published 1968 <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref5_tlzthlh" title="Aum Centre Speaks, Volume 1, No. 1, 1968, Puerto Rico" href="#footnote5_tlzthlh">5</a></em></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_d6peba4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_d6peba4">1.</a> Chinmoy Family, Volume 1, Number 2, Fall 1970</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_nqs0l86"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_nqs0l86">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ech_2">Sri Chinmoy, Earth’s cry meets Heaven’s smile, part 2, </a>Agni Press, 1974</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_081kkcb"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_081kkcb">3.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ech_3">Sri Chinmoy, Earth’s cry meets Heaven’s smile, part 3, </a>Agni Press, 1978</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_jc7211d"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_jc7211d">4.</a> Original poem: <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mf">Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, </a>Agni Press, 1972, song: <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ch_1">Sri Chinmoy, Chandelier, part 1, </a>1980</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote5_tlzthlh"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref5_tlzthlh">5.</a> Aum Centre Speaks, Volume 1, No. 1, 1968, Puerto Rico</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/akuti">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;The Christ is the boss, but he is in heaven&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>Many, many years ago I was visiting a restaurant owned by Sri Chinmoy's students in San Francisco along with Sri Chinmoy. When Sri Chinmoy was leaving the restaurant, I was standing next to a young woman. Guru walked past the both of us, suddenly stopped, and seemingly without any outer beckoning came back and faced the young woman with eyes closed. Because I was right there, I could not help but be privy to his words, which went something like this:</p>
<p>"You are having trouble reconciling my life and the life of the Christ. Think of it this way. Think that the Christ is the boss, but he is in heaven. You can think of me as his secretary. My job is to screen people in preparation for meeting the boss!" (Remember, this is my memory...but it's close.)</p>
<p>Then Sri Chinmoy went on. "But I tell you, if you cry in your heart for the Christ...when you find him in your heart, there also you will find me. Or if you cry for me in your heart, when you find me, there also you will find the Christ."</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy said of this picture: 'The artist has really captured the consciousness of the Christ'.</figcaption>
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<p>Now, as regards a personal experience...I was raised in the Jewish faith. I had no connection with the Christ as a child. But as soon as I became Sri Chinmoy's student, it awakened in me a powerful and intimate association with the Christ, for which I am grateful.</p>
<p>One of my dearest friends, Sunil, prayed to the Christ for a master in the physical. When he saw Guru for the first time, he immediately felt that the Christ had made this possible, and that it was an answer to his prayers.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/christ-boss-he-heaven">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Swimming in the infinite consciousness</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>In 1985, I became the first student of Sri Chinmoy to swim the English Channel. It was a very, very special experience. As I was told later, Guru was sitting at home, meditating for most of the time on my swim, always trying to get information on how I was doing.</p>
<p>I was blessed with an extremely easy swim. When I stepped into the Channel water at Shakespeare Beach at 7 a.m., I was full of confidence that I would make it. After six hours into the swim, when I could see both coasts, I had the firm conviction that on the inner plane, it was already done&mdash;it just had to be executed outwardly. I felt carried by a wave of inner joy and bliss most of the time.</p>
<p>After ten hours, the cross-current set in and it was slowly getting dark. Previously I could not imagine swimming in the dark. I would never have dared to get into pitchblack, unknown water at night. Now, with the gradual transition into night, I felt extremely comfortable. I enjoyed the star-strewn sky above me each time I took a breath. And when I looked down into the black water&mdash;where earlier I had enjoyed watching the dance of the rays of sunlight&mdash;I started to see bright light once again. In the midst of the darkness, Guru&#39;s face - his transcendental photograph that we use in our meditations - appeared.</p>
<p>Because of the unpredictable, strong cross-current, I had to swim for five hours more, but it did not matter to me. For those hours, I was swimming into the light of the Transcendental, into Guru&#39;s infinite consciousness of light and delight, which was right in front of me like an ever-transcending goal.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/swimming-infinite-consciousness">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Have you seen the Buddha?</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>A 2002 performance by Sri Chinmoy on the pipe organ</figcaption>
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<p>Spiritual Masters who have truly realised God are very rare souls, and most human beings will almost certainly never encounter one. And if they did, how many would recognise in this encounter a being who had scaled the highest heights? For the lives of God-realised souls are characterised by humility and simplicity, not the overt trappings of pomp, power, and status that characterise most other forms of human celebrity.</p>
<p>There is an illustrative story of an ascetic in search of the Buddha. He travelled far and wide, at last coming to stay for a night in a house where the Buddha was also staying. “Have you seen the Buddha?” he asked, but unaware of what the Buddha would look like, he continued on his way the next day, disappointed and still searching. In the same way you could pass an enlightened Master in the street, but without some training of your own, you would in all probability be unaware of who had just passed you by.</p>
<p>In late 1989 Guru was in New Zealand for a few days. One afternoon following a pipe organ performance at the Auckland Town Hall, at his request we took him to a local gym. In a bright yellow <em>dhoti</em> after his concert he was an unusual figure, seemingly a small unassuming Indian man in his early sixties with two or three attendants.</p>
<p>Well known for his feats of strength, and for his advocacy of meditation as a key to transcendence in all areas of accomplishment, in no time he had a small group of weightlifters and bodybuilders around him. They were keen to ask questions and determine for themselves the authenticity of the stories they had heard about his achievements.</p>

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<p>Guru was asked about his lifts and the weights involved, and he replied with simple candour. As though to dispel any doubts about these claims, he then went to two or three sets of apparatus while his audience closely watched and lifted first a 900-pound stack on the standing calf-raise⎯even lifting one foot off the platform at the height of the lift⎯and then a very heavy overhead one-arm press. His audience was clearly surprised and impressed, and several tried to emulate these feats.</p>
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<p>His credibility now established to everyone’s satisfaction, Guru then began an impromptu and informative talk about the relationship between strength and power, body and spirit, and ended by saying “I can do nothing, I am nothing without the Grace of God, my Beloved Supreme.”</p>
<p>It was thrilling and moving to see this simple situation being used to bring a new understanding to the people there. With absolute confidence and at the same time absolute humility, he disowned any form of personal accomplishment and credited his achievement entirely to God, inspiring each person there to understand their own unlimited potential when finite matter is harnessed to the infinite possibilities of spirit.</p>
<p>In their lives, spiritual Masters teach others in every little thing they say and do, spreading the light of God and the message of the Infinite into the everyday and finite stuff of human life.</p>
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<p>Strength indomitable<br/>
Comes not from outer exercise<br/>
But from inner awakening.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_afrto9e" title="Every day a new chance, Agni Press, 1991" href="#footnote1_afrto9e">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_afrto9e"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_afrto9e">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/edn-45">Every day a new chance</a>, Agni Press, 1991</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/outer-strength-comes-god-dependence">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Forcing the soul back into the body</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>One of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s students, an Indian man named Mitra, was shot in the chest in a parking lot in Queens. His wife immediately sent a message to Sri Chinmoy, who asked one of the Centre doctors and myself, as a nurse, to go right away to the hospital. Sri Chinmoy himself came very quickly, but the doctors would not let him into the emergency room.&nbsp; We told them that Sri Chinmoy was the family priest, but they said that the case was not very serious, that the patient&rsquo;s condition was stable and that he did not need a priest.</p>
<p>The family was about to leave the hospital for a while, but Sri Chinmoy told them most urgently, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t leave &mdash; stay here and pray and meditate. His case is very serious. He is dying!&rdquo; At that point I saw that Mitra&rsquo;s blood pressure was dropping rapidly, his pulse was weak and thready, and his colour was ashen white.&nbsp; We alerted the doctors, who then saw his condition was critical. He was given volumes of blood and electrolyte solution intravenously to replace lost blood and increase blood pressure.</p>
<p>Because of the position of the bullet near his heart and his deteriorating condition, the doctors were not hopeful.&nbsp; A team of three surgeons operated for four hours. The chief surgeon was surprised that Mitra survived the surgery, but remained very guarded in his prognosis. They had stopped the bleeding and tried to repair the damage to the tissue, but the bullet could not be removed.&nbsp; We all felt Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s meditation-power constantly at the hospital and around Mitra and his family. Sri Chinmoy asked me to stay there twenty-four hours a day, and to call him every hour with an update. The family also kept a vigil day and night in the hospital chapel.</p>
<p>In the surgical intensive care unit, Mitra quickly improved, but he was unable to talk because of the endotracheal tube in his throat.&nbsp; With two chest tubes, four IV lines and catheters, he could not move, either.A few days later, when he was taken for an x-ray, Mitra suffered a cardiac arrest. Sri Chinmoy was contacted immediately.&nbsp; He later told us that he had meditated most powerfully and three times he had literally forced the soul back into the body. He explained that he had done so for the sake of Mitra&rsquo;s children. The soul wanted to leave because the body was so shattered. But the children were still young and needed their father.</p>

<p>The crisis was averted, Mitra steadily improved to the great surprise of his surgical team, and after three weeks he was ready to leave the intensive care unit. It was remarkable that his body could withstand the assault of this massive surgical intervention.</p>
<p>However, Sri Chinmoy kept saying that Mitra was still in danger. Sure enough, on the day he was discharged from the ICU, his pulse shot up to 140. On examination, one doctor discovered a large, bulging aortic aneurysm. The bullet had created a weakness in the wall of the aorta, the major blood vessel coming out of the heart, and now the weakened area was ready to rupture. The doctor faced this life-threatening complication with great sadness. He called in a vascular surgeon, who said he would have to operate within six to eight hours. The surgeon was an Indian man who had heard of Sri Chinmoy, and he kept a photograph of Sri Chinmoy in a high meditative state in his pocket during the surgery.&nbsp; Again, the surgery was successful.</p>
<p>When Mitra was able to talk, he kept repeating over and over, &ldquo;Guruji, Guruji.&rdquo; He had one hundred percent faith that Sri Chinmoy would save him: he said he knew he would survive when he &ldquo;saw Guru in the operating room.&rdquo; He told us that during his month-long ordeal he had been talking to Sri Chinmoy inwardly and often saw Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s form coming out of his photograph. In this way, Sri Chinmoy would talk to him, sing to him, stroke his forehead and so forth.&nbsp; When we told Sri Chinmoy this, he said it was absolutely true; that he had often appeared to Mitra in his subtle form.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/forcing-soul-back-body">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<div class="field-item"><p>It has often been said that we make the most progress when we have to overcome obstacles or hardships. I have had the firsthand experience that this is true, but that experience almost cost me my life!</p>
<p>One hot, quiet Saturday afternoon in July of 1976, I was working in the back room of our stationery store. I was alone in the store; the front door was open, and I was busy doing paperwork, figuring I could hear if anyone came in and needed help. I was wrong. Suddenly I heard a noise and the moment I looked up, I knew I was in serious trouble. Just one foot away, an evil-looking man stood staring at me, seething with hatred. Those few seconds of frozen silence felt like an eternity.</p>
<p>Stunned, I jumped out of my chair. The man instantly charged at me as if to stab me. I covered my chest, expecting to be attacked with a knife, but instead he smashed me over the head with a lead pipe he had concealed in his other hand. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I remember thinking to myself after the second or third blow, &ldquo;What is wrong with you? Why aren&rsquo;t you invoking help from Sri Chinmoy and God the Supreme?&rdquo; I started chanting aloud, &ldquo;Guru, Supreme, Guru, Supreme&rdquo; &mdash; each time this hostile being struck, I would cry out, &ldquo;Guru, Supreme!&rdquo;</p>
<p>After seven or eight blows I fell to the ground, but he continued to attack me. I was convinced he was trying to kill me, when suddenly, for no apparent reason, he stopped. He grabbed my wallet and wristwatch and sauntered out of the store.</p>
<p>Back in those days there was almost no business on a summer weekend, and I might have lain there for hours, but miraculously within seconds a friend came into the store and spotted me curled up on the floor in a pool of blood, holding my head. She sank to her knees and started crying hysterically. I was so moved that anyone would care enough about me to cry like that; I even tried to calm her down by saying, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry, I&rsquo;m okay.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Of course, I wasn&rsquo;t really okay. The police came, and an ambulance took me to the hospital, where they discovered that my scalp had been split open in several places. Sri Chinmoy had just flown in from somewhere to JFK Airport, and when he got the news he came straight to the hospital.</p>

<p>I was all bloody and bandaged and felt helpless, but I managed to fold my hands in prayer and bow to him when he came in. I was just overwhelmed with gratitude because I knew he had just saved my life. But that was just the beginning of the story.</p>
<p>The hospital released me, but the doctors were concerned about possible long-term neurological damage. I was extremely dizzy and weak; I could barely get up out of bed, and slept for hours and hours. But I felt a very powerful spiritual force healing me.</p>
<p>One day Sri Chinmoy visited me at my house and brought two pies from Bubka&rsquo;s Bakery. I felt him pouring his blessings and compassion and love into me. Then he asked me about the man who had attacked me. He described what the man looked like and even mentioned a spot where the man had a mole on his face &mdash; he was absolutely correct! With no prompting from me, Sri Chinmoy said with great intensity that the man would suffer unbearable karma for what he had done.</p>
<p>After Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s visit, day by day I got stronger, and my heart became fuller and fuller. I had spectacular meditations, full of light and bliss. Unbeknownst to me, my body was healing at a miraculous rate.</p>
<p>Within two weeks, I was healthy and working behind the counter at the stationery store. Customers who had heard about what had happened were shocked to see me.&nbsp; A few weeks after I came back to work, a policeman walked in. He had responded to the 911 call and was there when the ambulance took me to the hospital. He hesitated when he saw me and then awkwardly asked, obviously not recognising me, &ldquo;You know that guy who used to work here who got beat up &mdash; well, do you know if he, uh, survived?&rdquo; I laughed and told the officer that he was looking at &ldquo;that guy&rdquo; face to face.&nbsp; At first he didn&rsquo;t believe me, but after I showed him my scars he finally accepted the truth. He shook his head and exclaimed, &ldquo;You know, it&rsquo;s a miracle you&rsquo;re alive.&rdquo;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/its-miracle-youre-alive">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<div class="field-item"><p>I first came to know about Sri Chinmoy through a meditation workshop I took in France. As a newcomer, I did not know anything about meditation, but I had quite a nice and powerful experience during the first session.</p>
<p>On this unforgettable Sunday morning, as we were all meditating in silence with closed eyes, I inwardly saw a streak of light coming from my right side. I had never meditated before, at least not consciously, and I was not expecting anything in particular. But this experience puzzled me.</p>
<p>At the end of the meditation I looked to my right, searching for something that could have been the cause of this light. I saw nothing except a picture frame placed on the floor and leaning against the wall with its back to us. During the intermission, I decided to go and look at this frame from which the light seemed to have come. As I turned it around, I was surprised to discover the picture of an extraordinary face.</p>
<p>I did not know what it meant, but I felt that the light I saw during my meditation had emanated from it. At the end of the session, I could not help telling this story to the leader of the class. To my amazement, she said that it was a photograph of her spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy in what she called his transcendental consciousness ⎯ streaming light even from the back of the frame!</p>
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<p>Light, more light, abundant light,<br/>
Infinite light<br/>
We need every day<br/>
To illumine our ignorance-sufferings.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_t4krxga" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 188,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_t4krxga">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_t4krxga"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_t4krxga">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap-18778">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants</a>, part 188,&nbsp;Agni Press, 1993</li>
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<h2>Well, now two of us know</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>In a dream five years after Guru passed away, he looked at me pointedly and asked lovingly yet knowingly, &ldquo;Is everything okay?&rdquo;</p>
<p>My initial reaction was to say, &ldquo;Yes, yes, of course,&rdquo; (partly out of a desire to not create any problems for Guru &ndash; which is actually totally stupid because if something is not okay, then Guru is the exact person to fix it &ndash; and partly out of embarrassment in not wanting to acknowledge that I was having a problem).</p>
<p>Just as I was about to respond within this dream, I remembered a situation in real life when Guru had gently inquired as to why he had not been seeing me around. I had responded by saying nonchalantly, &ldquo;Oh Guru, I&rsquo;ve been very busy working on the World Harmony Run,&rdquo; when the real reason was that I was extremely upset with another disciple and also very mad at Guru because that disciple was very close to Guru. (I think that if I had actually admitted that to Guru, I would have burst into tears and totally broken down&mdash;there was so much emotion bottled up in the situation. Upon reflection, I think Guru was trying to help me release that emotion rather than let it fester.)</p>
<p>Anyway, Guru sadly acknowledged my response and lovingly requested that I come to functions. That very evening, Guru launched into a long public discourse, talking generally about disciples being honest with him and how he can see through our half-truths and evasive responses as easily as you or I might drink a glass of water. Listening to this, I fidgeted in my seat.</p>
<p>Having learned from this real-life experience, when Guru asked me in the dream if everything was okay, I said that I would like to tell him privately what was bothering me (in this dream I was in Guru&rsquo;s house and there were other people around).</p>
<p>We went into Guru&rsquo;s kitchen, where I was alone with him, and I explained my problem.Guru said, &ldquo;You should have said something earlier, because you need help.&rdquo; I was about to point out that Guru had passed away five years earlier, but I held my tongue as I knew Guru would get very upset with me. He would launch into a whole talk about whether I believed in the inner world and all that. (Which of course I did, as this whole exchange was taking place in the inner world, in my dream!)</p>
<p>Guru then reassuringly followed up with, &ldquo;Well, now two of us know.&rdquo; I knew that what he meant was, &ldquo;Now you can rely on me to fight this battle with you.&rdquo; And because I do believe in the inner world and the inner life, I felt confident in this reassurance, which helped me to face the situation.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/well-now-two-us-know">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>No more darkness, only light</h2>
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<p>So the first time that Guru saved me was on New Year’s Eve on a boat trip from Trinidad to Tobago. On the boat trip to Trinidad Guru asked me if I could find him a jackfruit. Because jackfruit was out of season, I went all over Trinidad looking for it. I had so much joy going all over the place. Finally I found one man who said, “I don’t have any now but in a week I can get it for you.” I said, “That’s perfect because we will be going back tonight, which is New Year’s Eve. We will be going back to Tobago and in four or five days we will be flying home from Trinidad. We’ll be flying home. And on that day, I will come see you.”</p>
<p>On the boat trip back, a man, not in our group, had a heart attack. I was a medical student then and I heard people saying, “Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor?” I ran over to the man. There was also a doctor there, and both of us went to see the man.</p>
<p>The man actually was not alive. He did not have a pulse, but we tried to bring him back. My friend the doctor was pushing on his chest, and I was breathing. We were trying very hard. When I was trying to help the man breathe, he gave a cough. Often times it is called a death cough. Often times after a person passes on, their lungs release air. The man gave a cough and something from inside him, like his saliva, went into me. What happened was that he passed away; we could not bring him back.</p>
<p>After about an hour, I started to get a fever. I started getting very weak and had a very high fever. By the time we got back to Tobago, I was so sick. I remember going back to my room. We were staying in cabins. I could only lie down, I was so weak. For three or four days I felt so bad. I was so sick.</p>

<p>Guru was asking and asking about me and sent people to help me all the time. Around the clock, people were helping me. But I was so weak… I was very, very weak and my fever was so high. Where we were there were hardly any doctors. Even after four days, I was still so very weak, and the fever was still very high. We went back to Trinidad to the airport. It was very, very hot, I remember. I was so weak that I could only lie down by a tree waiting for the airplane.</p>
<p>In the meantime, remember that I had arranged with a man to get a jackfruit for Guru. I had arranged to meet the man at the airport. He had a big and beautiful jackfruit that he had brought for Guru. The disciples opened it up and prepared it for Guru. Guru came over to me and gave me by his hand a piece of jackfruit and said “Long live Agraha.”</p>
<p>On the airplane I was very grateful to Guru and also grateful that my prasad had come. When we got back to New York, I was so sick and my fever was so high that the boys took me straight to the hospital. They didn’t even go home. I was so sick and so weak. Besides the fever I was just very, very ill.</p>
<p>The doctors could not find out the cause. They gave me every antibiotic and it was not working. They told my friends that they should “call his family because he will not live.”</p>
<p>By that time, I was in the intensive care unit. I remember Guru came into the hospital. No one was allowed in the intensive care unit, but Guru came in. Somehow, he got physically into the room.</p>
<p>I forgot one thing. The night before it was so hard for me to breathe that I wanted to give up breathing. I remember thinking late at night, “Let me just stop… it is so hard to breathe!” I could hear Guru’s voice inwardly and most powerfully commanding me, “No! No you must breathe! You must try!” And I did breathe. It was a really tough night, very difficult night, but I did breathe and stayed alive.</p>
<p>The next day, Guru came to the hospital. I was in the intensive care unit, and Guru came into the room.  I folded my hands and sat up. I was just like a child and was so happy to see Guru.</p>
<p>Guru said, “Good boy, can you see the light outside, can you see the light?” I said, “Yes Guru, yes Guru.” Then Guru said “From now on, no more darkness, no more darkness, only light, light.” Guru meditated on me and then he smiled and left the room.<br/>
I was so happy, I was crying. I was so grateful.</p>
<p>What happened then was absolutely amazing. The very minute that Guru left the room—the very minute!—all of a sudden I started to perspire profusely. My heart was beating fast because I was so happy and so excited and grateful to see Guru.  The nurses came running in and asked what was going on since my heart was beating fast and I was perspiring so much.</p>
<p>They said “What’s going on?” I said, “Everything’s wonderful! I’m so happy!”</p>
<p>What actually happens is that when you have a fever and the fever breaks, you perspire a lot. At the very moment that Guru left, after he gave that beautiful message and blessed me, the fever broke. Nothing the doctors could do could save me. But Guru came and saved my life.</p>
<p>The doctors said, “We have no idea what happened to you, but a miracle has happened.”</p>
<p>I said, “I can tell you what the miracle was. It was my Guru.”</p>
<p>I was in the hospital for quite a while, but slowly, slowly, I got better and better and better.</p>
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<p>Unlike human doctors,<br/>
God cures the patients<br/>
With unseen medicine.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_1u7x75m" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 23, #22359, Agni Press, 2001" href="#footnote1_1u7x75m">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_1u7x75m"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_1u7x75m">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st-22359">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees,</a> part 23, #22359, Agni Press, 2001</li>
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<h2>&#039;Tell Guru she is dying; we don’t know what else to do&#039;</h2><div class="field-item"><p>During an evening concert given by Sri Chinmoy in New York in 1990, it suddenly felt difficult for me to breathe. My fellow disciple Kritagyata, who is a nurse, wrote a note to Sri Chinmoy to alert him, and Sri Chinmoy replied that she should immediately take me to the hospital.</p>
<p>That night in the hospital was very difficult, even with the oxygen and all the medication the physicians gave me. In the morning I awoke, exhausted, to find a priest praying near me. (It was a Catholic hospital.) My diagnosis was a pulmonary embolism; clots from both my legs had gone into my lungs. Being a physician myself, I knew the chance of surviving was small, and my heart began to talk with Sri Chinmoy. I said, &ldquo;If it is good and necessary that I continue to work on this earth, please come help me!&rdquo; I felt like I was suffocating and knew that medical science could not do anything more.</p>
<p>Shortly after, I was sure that I saw Sri Chinmoy sitting near my bed. He told some of his students afterwards that my soul had been calling him very powerfully. Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s mighty presence was necessary for only seven or eight seconds before I again began to breathe normally.&nbsp; With tears of gratitude I told him, &ldquo;Dear Guru, thank you for my life; again I can breathe easily.&rdquo; Sri Chinmoy answered inwardly that I did not take adequate care of my physical body, which is the youngest member of our inner family &mdash; body, vital, mind, heart and soul. He advised me to postpone an upcoming trip to Russia.</p>
<p>A new decision was made about my illness when other clots were found in the lungs. &ldquo;Urgent surgery&rdquo; was the reply of the vascular surgeon. He put a filter into the vena cava, the large vein in my abdomen, to catch and prevent new clots in my legs from going towards my lungs. But, two hours after the operation, the same feeling of suffocation returned with severe pain in the lungs.Nothing more could help me physically. I knew at this moment, as before, that only Sri Chinmoy could help me. The cause of this second approach of death was the complications of recurrent pulmonary emboli during the operation and accompanying pleuritis. This affected my breathing even more, and I wasn&rsquo;t getting the necessary oxygen into my body.</p>
<p>The last thing I heard, before I closed my eyes at about 2 a.m., was Kritagyata phoning Ashrita, who gives messages to Sri Chinmoy. She said, &ldquo;Tell Guru she is dying.&nbsp; We don&rsquo;t know what else to do.&rdquo; Never will I forget her face hovering over me with so much love and compassion. A smile of gratitude came from my soul, and then I lost consciousness with the sure feeling that I was in the hands of the Supreme.</p>
<p>When I opened my eyes, it was 7 a.m. &hellip; I was alive. During my absence from the earthly environment, I had seen the most beautiful landscape that one can imagine: sweet green meadows full of flowers, rivers, butterflies and birds, and big forests with a pure, mild atmosphere. I remember hearing a divine, quiet music and seeing wonderful colours.After I left the hospital, I often wished to see and feel that unearthly beauty.&nbsp; This wish was so strong and repeated so often that some friends decided to tell Sri Chinmoy about it.</p>
<p>One day at his tennis court, Sri Chinmoy called me to come and sit on a chair next to him. We meditated for about ten minutes, though to tell the truth, I lost track of the time. I felt the vibration of a very powerful energy around my hands and head, and after a few seconds, around all of my being. With this energy came an excellent, pure joy and delight. I saw a yellow aura around Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s head. I had wanted it to last forever, this extraordinary feeling of losing the body and finding satisfaction in the pure joy of existence.</p>
<p>So Sri Chinmoy gave me another life and showed me what I must still learn in my stay on this earth: how to maintain this divine consciousness. He gave me the faith and knowledge that the Being who is all love, goodness and compassion will always do what is best for us and for everybody. This truth brings divine peace, in life and in death. This was the wonderful lesson my heart learned that April: how, with Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s help, to overcome the fear of death.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/tell-guru-she-dying">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>From a young age, I was really determined to learn how to meditate. Of course right away as soon as I started meditating with Guru, my meditations got better. I remember sitting in front of my shrine for hours. This was way back in my first few months on the path, and I had a deep and real spiritual experience. I came downstairs, and my mother looked at me and said, &ldquo;There is something different about you. Did you get a haircut?&rdquo; She could not understand. I had really had an enlightening experience. So I went to our group meditation, and after the meditation Guru was still in a very high state of consciousness. He eventually came down from his height and said something like, &ldquo;Oh, now some of you think that just because you have had a spiritual experience, you have realised the highest. No, no, no. You have a long way to go.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I knew right away that Guru was talking to me. I felt very embarrassed, but it was also good because Guru made it clear that this was only the beginning. It was nice, because Guru usually does not like us to share our spiritual experiences with other people, but this one particular time he said, &ldquo;If you have had a spiritual experience, then you can come up and tell about your most profound experience.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So I went up and spoke about my experience, although I did not say what had happened&mdash;that Guru had exposed me (although no one knew it was me). I just said that the experience and its effect went on for a few days, but then it went away. Guru responded, &ldquo;No, no, no! It did not go away. It will always remain carved on the tablet of your heart.&rdquo;</p>
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<h2>The Year of Endless Surprises</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<figcaption>Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration plants was published in 270 volumes between 1983 and 1998</figcaption>
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<p>In early 1998 Guru completed what was then his most prodigious poetic work—the 270 volumes of his monumental Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants—and so concluded an epic venture spanning more than fourteen years. It was another of those relentlessly sustained and patient undertakings which together coursed like a braided river through Guru’s life, those multiple strands of inspiration, of paintings and soul-birds, literature and music and wonderfully original things.</p>
<p>One evening we were with Guru shortly after the last poem in this series had been written. We asked Guru for suggestions for how his New Zealand disciples could celebrate the culmination of this vast poetic work.</p>
<p>Guru rose and went through a doorway into an adjoining room for two or three minutes, then came back with a series of ideas that quite astonished us. It was as though he had also stepped through an unseen portal into another world where the future, the unimagined, the possible, lay awaiting its manifestation—and gathered from there a few trinkets to bring back. The first of these? That we shake 27,000 people’s hands, giving each of these people a card of poems and a sweet!</p>

<p>This unique challenge consumed the New Zealand disciples for some time. We visited school assemblies, announcing a handshaking-record attempt to honour Guru’s achievement. We stood at escalators in shopping malls with a microphone to introduce ourselves and, armed with a hand-held manual counter to accurately record numbers, visited universities and busy streets. We toured towns, distributed 27,000 sweets, and gave away 27,000 large cards—each carrying an explanation of Guru’s achievement and a sample sprinkling of 27 poems, like this one:</p>
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<p>If you want to remain always happy,<br/>
Always perfect and always fulfilled,<br/>
Then always keep inside your heart<br/>
A pocketful of sweet dreams.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_3dc1mhz" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 6" href="#footnote1_3dc1mhz">1</a></p>
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<p>Everything about this unusual commemoration charmed people a lot, and left 27,000 spirit-awakening, heart-warming mementos with their 27 inspirational poems scattered throughout this peace-hungry world.</p>
<p>Later in the year of 1998—that bustling, breathtaking year of endless surprises and astonishing undertakings—Guru challenged us all to further highlight the completion of Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants. Guru summoned his Australia and New Zealand disciples and we stood before him in a semi-circle, in wonderment, racking our brains for wonderful ideas to further commemorate this mammoth achievement.</p>
<p>It was Guru—who else could imagine with such inventiveness and freshness?—who first suggested different assemblies of animals to illustrate the vast number of poems in his latest work. Could we gather together 27,000 kangaroos or lambs or cows to numerically demonstrate the multitudes of aphorisms, the seemingly infinite gold nuggets of wisdom?</p>
<p>We accepted the challenge to film 27,000 lambs in New Zealand, a documentary that involved locating a high country station with almost numberless sheep—and would permit us to visit for this unusual purpose.</p>
<p>Guru loved the result and on several occasions watched excerpts of the video—it was over an hour long! There they were, 27,000 lambs and ewes, some as a long procession winding down from high country pastures and mountainscapes and streaming across the yellow-tussocked foothills to winter in the valleys; others crowded into pens or plodding along country roads or scattered like handfuls of tossed white sesame across startling green hillsides. Each lamb was a poem and all the poems a galaxy of tiny gems, flung like stardust before our amazed, uplifted eyes.</p>
<p>How often like this Guru changed the entire course of a year with his challenges to accomplish something fresh and new and extraordinary—the routines of the everyday replaced by a divinely inspired clarion call, an attempt at things seemingly impossible. Eagerness and enthusiasm, resourcefulness and daring, self-belief and God-belief—we were being trained in discipleship, discovering a new path for a modern world, exploring all the possibilities to find and manifest the eternal message of spirit.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_3dc1mhz"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_3dc1mhz">1.</a> Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 6</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/year-endless-surprises">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The essence of &quot;Run and Become&quot;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>As a brand new disciple of Sri Chinmoy, Subarata was quite sure she would never take up running. Reluctantly at first she would jog a few metres, walk a little, then allow herself to be coaxed into another short stint of jogging. Very gradually the distances increased; then came the trips to New York for Celebrations, the many races, and the opportunity to run with Guru. Very slowly, running became established in her spiritual life.</p>
<p>Guru’s explanations about the spiritual significance of running, and the inner and outer benefits it conferred, were deeply felt by Subarata. She noticed the development of willpower and self-discipline, the fostering of aspiration and clarity of mind, a widening world of personal possibility. Perhaps most importantly for her, running opened up an inner doorway, a portal through which she could really feel her soul’s connection with her beloved teacher. Her running became an expression, an extension of her devotion.</p>
<p>Although ungifted with speed, she had doggedness and patience and accepted the physical challenges as a fast track in her spiritual journeying. “If this is what I have to do to realise God,” she once said in the middle of a painful multi-day race, “then I gladly accept it. This and much more—give me more.”</p>
<p>Subarata brought her tenaciousness and mental toughness to her participation in triathlons and ultra-distance races. She competed in three 700-mile races—in the Septembers of 1991, 1996 and 1998—completing the distance on that final thirteen-day outing with only three hours to spare. She never saw these events as a race or competition but simply as an intensification of her own spiritual life. All her mental barriers fell away, leaving her feeling her trusted teacher very close within her heart.</p>
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<p>Her running and her wonderful reason for running inspired many New Zealanders to tackle these great distances. (Guru’s spiritual name for her—Subarata—succinctly means “the message of inspiration.”) The New Zealand Ultra Runners Association ranked her as our nation’s second-best woman ultramarathoner of the twentieth century.</p>

<p>Subarata’s multi-day races gave her many inner experiences, and these experiences became her motivation in repeatedly attempting distances which were often frightening to her mind. In a sense she abandoned herself to them, surrendering and entrusting herself to her Guru. Running became centre-stage in her discipleship. Here she could deeply live the spiritual life in one of its purest forms, confronting in herself during the long hours of each day the frailty of the body and the stubborn resistances of the mind, wearing them down till only the trusting heart was left. In her running, as in her departure from this world, she most intensely invoked her Guru—in both, she most felt his responsive presence.  Out on the road, everything was simple, everything else fell away. There was only the essence of life, only its ultimate purpose.</p>
<p><em>article by Jogyata (Subarata's husband)</em></p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy meditates on Subarata's picture after her passing in 2000</figcaption>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/essence-run-and-become">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Lesson in Forgiveness</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>I had been divorced from my husband for about seven years. He was absolutely dreadful in his relationship with our two children and was providing very little financial help. I was so furious with him that I could not speak to him. If he phoned, I would just pass the receiver to one of the children without saying a word.</p>
<p>One morning I decided that I had had enough. It was time to contact a lawyer and pursue him legally for proper support.</p>
<p>I sat for my 6:00 a.m. meditation, and there was Guru, just staring back at me from the Transcendental photograph on my shrine <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_3loow1p" title="the picture that we, as Sri Chinmoy’s disciples, use as a focal point for our meditation practice" href="#footnote1_3loow1p">1</a>. I immediately felt that he did not want me to call a lawyer. I was determined to go ahead with my plan and stared back at the photo. However, I had the strong inner feeling that Guru simply would not budge.     </p>
<p>Finally, in my heart, I asked Guru, “I can see that you don’t want me to proceed, but what shall I do?”</p>
<p>Immediately came the inner reply, “Forgive him.”</p>
<p>“Forgive him?” I asked in astonishment. “He’s been so bad, absolutely horrible and totally irresponsible. He doesn’t deserve to be forgiven!”</p>
<p>Again Guru said, “Forgive him.”</p>
<p>Finally, I gave in. I said, “All right. Since you whom I love so dearly are asking, I shall try to forgive him.” I sat at my shrine, entered deeper into my meditation, and tried to let go of my anger.</p>

<p>Suddenly, I felt Guru in the inner world grabbing a huge, ugly monster, tearing it away from me and hurling it into the Beyond. I was shaking with emotion, and it took quite a while for me to settle down and go on with my day.</p>
<p>Needless to say, I never called a lawyer.</p>
<p>A week or so later, my ex-husband phoned, and I was astonished to discover that my fury had dissipated and I was able to speak to him normally.</p>
<p>This experience taught me that we can never have a life of peace and happiness if we harbour feelings of anger, resentment, and hatred for others. We must forgive, not because someone deserves it, but to liberate ourselves from negative forces.</p>
<p>This experience also showed me Guru’s incredible love, oneness, and concern. Outwardly, I had never told Guru about my frustrations with my ex-husband, but inwardly everything was visible to him.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_3loow1p"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_3loow1p">1.</a> the picture that we, as Sri Chinmoy’s disciples, use as a focal point for our meditation practice</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lesson-forgiveness">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Don&#039;t be modest!</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>I became a disciple when I was living in Toronto. In March of the following year, I was invited to New York for a weekend with some of the Toronto disciples who were driving down. It would not be the first time that I had seen Guru, but it was my first time in New York. I had written a poem for him and asked a fellow disciple, with whom I was staying in New York, how best to give it to him. She suggested that I order some flowers at the Garland of Divinity&rsquo;s Love, a disciple-owned flower shop, and put the poem in a card to be delivered with the flowers.</p>
<p>When I entered the shop, I was immediately impressed with the beauty of all of the flowers inside&mdash;especially the enormous roses and the exquisite &ldquo;gratitude&rdquo; orchids. Nevertheless, I was a bit shy, as a fairly new disciple, and felt that it would be somewhat ostentatious for me to send Guru such big flowers, as if to say, &ldquo;Look at me!&rdquo; I told myself that I should order something &ldquo;modest.&rdquo; And anyway, in my mind, the flowers were merely the vehicle for the delivery of the poem. So I chose some simple purple asters (the flower of my birthday month) with some lovely smelling eucalyptus branches.</p>
<p>While waiting for Guru to arrive at that evening&rsquo;s function, I could see my own flowers with a number of other arrangements on the table by his chair, which was on the stage. As soon as he came in, he sat down, looked at the flowers (though he did not read any of the cards), and began to meditate in silence.</p>
<p>After some time, he said, &ldquo;Anyone who has ever written a poem for me, come up and read.&rdquo; Quite a number of people went up and formed a line on the stage. One by one they went up to the microphone and read a poem from the designated book. I did not go. The disciple who had recommended to me that I send the flowers was encouraging me to go up, knowing that I had included my poem with them. But I still felt very shy, and felt that it was not appropriate for me, as such a new disciple, to go up with all the others. I said to myself that I should be &ldquo;modest&rdquo;&mdash; again using the same word that I had while in the flower shop.</p>

<p>After a while, the line dwindled and the reading ended. Guru meditated for a bit more in silence and then said, &ldquo;There are still some people who have not come up who have written poems for me.&rdquo; More people went up&mdash;about half as many as had gone before. But once again I didn&rsquo;t go, for I just kept telling myself the same thing&mdash;that I should be modest.</p>
<p>Once more the line dwindled, and once more Guru meditated in silence. Then he said, quite forcefully this time, &ldquo;No, there are still some people who have written me poems.&rdquo; About four more people went up, while I sat there doggedly repeating the same old stupid refrain about being modest in my mind, until Guru said, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be modest!&rdquo;</p>
<p>What was I to do? I felt that I had been seen through at that point. So I finally went up and read a poem (though I don&rsquo;t even remember which poem it was, except that it was about silence).</p>
<p>In any case, I was the last person in line on the stage by that time. Thus it happened that, when I had read the poem, there was no one behind me in line to pass the book to. I turned to look at Guru as if to ask him what to do with it. He stretched out his hand, and as I gave him the book, he asked me what my name was and what Centre I was from.</p>
<p>This was the only time that Guru ever spoke to me directly in the outer world, though he has spoken to me many times in my dreams. But from that moment on I knew very well that Guru can easily read our souls, hearts, and the thoughts in our minds. I also knew that what I was calling &ldquo;modesty&rdquo; in my mind was really only fear, and not at all what Guru wants from us!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/dont-be-modest">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Why did it take you so long?</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Vijaya, a student of Sri Chinmoy who passed away in 2009, originally came to New York to pursue a career in acting. During that period, an ethereal, mystical figure often appeared to her, offering her guidance and advice in her times of need.</p>
<p>In the summer of 1973, Vijaya attended one of Sri Chinmoy’s public meditations in Manhattan, and was thrilled and amazed when she realised that the guiding figure in her life had been the Guru himself. She loved the deeply contemplative atmosphere, and rushed up to the stage when the audience was invited to meditate with the Master at the end of the evening.</p>
<p>This was the first time time Sri Chinmoy spoke to Vijaya. She asked to become his disciple, and the Master asked, “Why did it take you so long?“</p>
<p><em>— this story about Vijaya was told by her friend Nilima from New York.</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/why-did-it-take-you-so-long">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>No Fear, Only the Heart’s Concern</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>Guru was always far over the horizons of my comprehension—and what I could comprehend was always wonderful and breathtaking.</p>
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<p>I often marvelled at those hundreds of times that Guru walked alone onto a concert stage before audiences of up to 18,000 people, folded his hands together over his heart, and simply by standing there, through the force of his love, the power of his meditation, his abandonment to God, brought a hushed, pin-drop silence to the entire auditorium. His tranquility, absolute poise, and the great achievement of his God-realisation were felt by everyone.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/sri_chinmoy/images/music/sri-chinmoy-piano.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Then I would marvel at how he would sit in front of an unfamiliar piano or pipe organ with absolutely no idea of what he would play, no sheet music, no keyboard training, no mind or anxiety, entirely trusting in the higher worlds of music to pass through his fingers⎯the same surrender to God.</p>
<p>Guru’s personal example in this area of his life—which he also demonstrated in everything, everywhere—taught us much. He wanted us to understand our own capacity to uplift and serve the world, to live cocooned in God-trust, our confidence and power resulting from our growing oneness with him and God.</p>

<p>Once I was very touched by a small incident that occurred prior to a Peace Concert in Auckland. I went to Guru’s dressing room backstage to let him know that the hall was full and all was ready—there were 3,000 people waiting expectantly in the auditorium. I imagined Guru would have at least a little of our human apprehension or pre-concert nerves, but instead he looked at me with absolute attentiveness, calmly and so lovingly.</p>
<p>“Are you all right, Jogyata?” he asked, and looked deeply at me, wanting me to tell him of anything that might be troubling me. He was about to walk out in front of a packed concert hall and play for two hours, but his only concern was my welfare! I was amazed and tears came to my eyes.</p>
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<p>Every day<br/>
The Master is<br/>
His torrential Heaven-blessings,<br/>
His Heaven-love<br/>
And his Heaven-concern<br/>
For his disciples.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_a8tguwb" title="My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, Part 53" href="#footnote1_a8tguwb">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_a8tguwb"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_a8tguwb">1.</a> My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, Part 53</li>
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<h2>Running, but not alone</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Guru did a very sweet thing for me one Celebrations during Sports Day. Most events had certain qualifications, but one event was open to everyone—a two-mile race around the quarter-mile track. I ran in it, knowing that I would be one of the last to finish but still wanting to participate. Guru had a small pavilion-like tent set up at the starting/finish line so that he could observe all the races.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/1993-08-25_sri-chinmoy-ny_sportsday3_4x6.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />We lined up, paused for a brief meditation, and were off. Most of the runners immediately outpaced me as I jogged slowly along. By the time I was about halfway through, the winners were already finishing. At that point the first call for the boy’s javelin competition was announced. Javelin is my favorite track and field event to watch, and I’d noticed that Guru always seemed to go watch it, too. But he stayed in his little tent, just watching the finish line.</p>
<p>Around I ran again—three more laps to go. Each time I passed the finish line I inwardly said “thank you,” and glanced over at Guru.</p>
<p>The bulk of the racers were finishing now. The second call for the javelin event was announced. Still Guru did not move. The boys doing javelin were already taking practice throws. By now the two-mile race was essentially over, and if anyone else was still doing it except for me, they were walking and I couldn’t even tell. Similarly, no one would know that I was still racing; to the casual eye, I was merely taking a slow jog around the track just for exercise.</p>
<p>Two more laps . . . and the announcement came for the actual start of the javelin competition. Guru just sat there. One more lap . . . halfway around it I began to sprint, having left just enough energy for a little kick at the end. In the middle of the field the boys were throwing their javelins. I flew over the finish line and turned with folded hands to mentally say another “thank you” to Guru—and at that <em>exact</em> moment he got up, left his tent, and walked over to watch the javelin competition.</p>
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<p>He knew I was still running the race even when everyone else had long since moved on, and stayed to support me right up to the very end. It was a small gesture in the grand scheme of things, but it was an incredibly kind thing for Guru to have done. I was deeply touched by how he had done something so specifically for me, without anyone else even knowing what had just happened. There was an intimate sweetness in it which still makes my heart dance whenever I think about it. It also makes me think about how Guru always did so many things at once, inwardly and outwardly, that we were mostly unaware of.</p>
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<p>God’s Eye watches me.<br/>
God’s Heart waits for me.<br/>
God’s Life feeds my all.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_i1j3lbo" title="My Sunrise-Heart, Part 1" href="#footnote1_i1j3lbo">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_i1j3lbo"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_i1j3lbo">1.</a> My Sunrise-Heart, Part 1</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/running-not-alone">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Drop and the Ocean</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>When I was around 20 years old, I went through a difficult period in my young life. I had just graduated from school, a new chapter of my life was beginning, and I was quite unsure of what to do with myself.</p>
<p>Before I went to New York for Guru´s Birthday Celebrations in August 1996, I wrote him a long letter, telling him all my thoughts and worries and, most importantly, about my “not so perfect behaviour” of the past which was not up to the standard of a good disciple.</p>
<p>When I arrived in New York, the Celebrations were in full swing. As usual, there were many activities and functions with hundreds of disciples from all over the world. Guru was, as always during these days, very busy. I was quite uncertain if and when Guru would say something to me about my serious letter.</p>
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<figcaption>A famous picture of Sri Chinmoy walking on his training track, in the gully behind Aspiration-Ground</figcaption>
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<p>Then one day at Aspiration-Ground (the private tennis court where we all met), after Guru had finished playing tennis, he went down to the gully behind the court where he sometimes did his sprinting training.</p>
<p>I was sitting in the bleachers, when quite unexpectedly one of Guru´s attendants approached me to give me the message from Guru, that I should wait about ten minutes, then join Guru down in the gully.</p>

<p>My heart started pounding, since it was very special and a great honour that Guru would bless me with this opportunity to speak to him personally.</p>
<p>After anxiously waiting for a few minutes, I walked along the path leading down to Guru´s training track, trying to be in a soulful consciousness. Guru was walking all alone in a meditative consciousness, and signaled me to walk by his side. It was a most beautiful and extraordinary moment to be in Guru´s close presence, not even a metre away. I could feel the immense love, power, and infinite concern that Guru was radiating.</p>
<p>As we slowly walked side by side Guru started to speak to me. He asked me firmly: “Do you believe that I have realised God?”</p>
<p>“Yes, Guru.” I replied.</p>
<p>Guru went on for a while and amongst giving me very practical advice he also uttered some most blessingful words. He said: “Your heart and soul are happy, they are for me, for the Supreme; but the mind and vital sometimes look for other things. But my divine love, affection and fondness for you are infinitely more, unimaginably more than any other love, human love. And my love does not decrease.”</p>
<p>Guru went on: “You should never hide anything from me – past, present, future mistakes – I forgive anything; I am all Compassion, I am fully responsible.”</p>
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<figcaption>The meaning of Aruna's name as given by Sri Chinmoy: 'The most beautiful and most illumining light of the sun in the heart of the Supreme.'</figcaption>
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<p>Then he said something very personal to me: “You are the illumining morning sun that takes away darkness and brings light, whenever I hear your name I get immediate joy and an inner thrill.”</p>
<p>I felt so immersed in Guru's world and felt clearly that he was in charge of everything in my life.</p>
<p>Then Guru said something that will forever stay inside my heart: “I am the ocean and you are the drop! Do you not think that the ocean can take everything from the drop?”</p>
<p>I will never forget this most special and blessingful moment with Guru! He showered upon me his love and concern, and wiped away all my difficulties with a single question. I will be always grateful.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy with Aruna, on another occasion</figcaption>
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<p>I am a tiny drop<br/>
Inside an infinite ocean of light.<br/>
I have only to expand slowly and steadily<br/>
To become the ocean itself,<br/>
And then I shall unmistakably<br/>
Be able to claim the entire ocean<br/>
As my own, very own.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_g3c8ggo" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 12" href="#footnote1_g3c8ggo">1</a></p>
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<p><em>This story is taken from the video interview above, with later reminiscences added by Aruna.</em></p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_g3c8ggo"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_g3c8ggo">1.</a> Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 12</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/drop-and-ocean">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Car Trips with Guru</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Have you ever had the feeling that everything is just perfect?  Where every moment feels almost larger than life? With Guru it was like that—every single second was so precious and beautiful.</p>
<p>Guru loved to listen to songs when he was in the car. He would often listen to a tape or a CD of someone singing songs written by Rabindranath Tagore. One day a few disciples, including me, were driving in the car with Guru when a song by Tagore came on that Guru loved. I watched in awe as his right hand danced here and there while Guru sang the song along with the singer. It was exquisitely beautiful, with his hand just dancing in the loveliest motion.</p>
<p>On such occasions Guru would always get something for us to eat—like a piece of pizza, something sweet, or some other kind of snack. He would give it to us as prasad—food specially consecrated by a spiritual Master—with his own hand, which always felt like an extra-special blessing.</p>
<p>Guru had absolutely no need for himself. All he wanted was to give joy to us. Even on a simple car trip he always wanted to give something to us, and this was quite moving. </p>
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<p>One moment<br/>
With the Master<br/>
Is a soulful hope<br/>
And a fruitful promise.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_4a3fsei" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 27" href="#footnote1_4a3fsei">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_4a3fsei"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_4a3fsei">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 27</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/car-trips-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Death is not the end</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>For my first few years on the path I was very protective of my new-found spirituality, in particular deflecting questions from my intellectually agnostic, Harvard-educated parents. They were bewildered by my lifestyle choice, as they had never placed any importance on religion or spirituality, and they had expected me to enroll in medical school upon graduation from Harvard.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/storyimages/death_reincarnation.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />After several years, though, I saw an opportunity to share Guru’s philosophy with my mother. Visiting her in the hospital as she was recovering from surgery for a hiatal hernia, I brought along a copy of Sri Chinmoy's book <em>Death and Reincarnation</em>. In retrospect that seems kind of nervy of me, given that a hiatal hernia is hardly a life-threatening condition—it’s more of an inconvenience.</p>
<p>She seemed interested enough, though, so I spent over an hour reading to her about “death is not the end,” the immortality of the soul, and the soul’s progress through successive incarnations. The idea that each lifetime is like a grade in school with certain lessons to be learned (which makes death the equivalent of summer vacation!) appealed to her, as she was a grade school teacher.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/begabati/mozart-by-giambettino-cignaroli.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And the idea that people carry over talents from one incarnation to the next, like Mozart who was a piano prodigy at a very young age, also appealed to my mother, who had been a concert pianist in college.</p>
<p>I was surprised at how long her interest kept up, until we were interrupted by the phone ringing next to her hospital bed. It was my grandmother calling to tell her that my grandfather, her father, had died suddenly and unexpectedly. What were the chances?</p>
<p>Unconsciously—or perhaps with some higher guidance—I had prepared her with Guru’s soul-soothing words to receive this traumatic news. It was better than anything I could have learned in medical school.</p>
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<p>When death challenges life,<br/>
Life says to death:<br/>
“I belong to a Realm<br/>
Far, far beyond your realm.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_g9wyntt" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 35" href="#footnote1_g9wyntt">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_g9wyntt"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_g9wyntt">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 35</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/death-not-end">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>For three years, starting in 1977, some 200 New York area students of Sri Chinmoy trained as a group for the Pepsi 24-Hour Bicycle Marathon in Central Park, as he encouraged us to challenge our limitations and thus discover our deeper capacities.</p>
<p>Starting a month before the race, which was held on Memorial Day Weekend, Sri Chinmoy would lead us on daily training rides in Flushing Meadow Park. The Pepsi Bike Marathon drew thousands of amateur participants, but also a core group of professional riders who competed seriously for the prizes. None of our team members had experience in racing, though a few of us did cycle regularly and take road trips. The first year we entered as a team was a bit of an experiment, though I think we won a prize or two for the size of our team and for our uniforms. But the second year, 1978, we trained more seriously, and I felt that Sri Chinmoy was determined to show us the limits of what was possible.</p>
<p>A week before the race, Sri Chinmoy chose who would be on the two small teams that would compete for the team prizes. I felt honoured that I was the only woman on the first-string team of ten, but I was quite alarmed when Sri Chinmoy solemnly called us up in front of the whole group and told us he envisioned each of us doing 300 miles in 24 hours!</p>

<p>That weekend we held a preliminary time-trial on the actual course in Central Park, and I tried to keep the pace that I would need to finish 300 miles in 24 hours. It was grueling. After seven hours I dropped off the pace, and left the park very depressed. I was still depressed the night before the race, when Sri Chinmoy meditated with all the cyclists. As he was leaving the hall, he passed by me and smiled at me with a twinkle in his eye, as if to say, “You don’t know it, but you’re in for quite an experience!”</p>
<p>When we arrived in Central Park the next day, as soon as I saw the banner that said “Pepsi Bicycle Marathon,” a thrill passed through me. From the minute I got on my bike, I felt a subtle but powerful force propelling me around the course, like a hand actually pushing me, and I simply could not stop. I raced around the five-mile loop for hours on end, up and down the hills, as if I were electrified. At one point during the night, I remember hearing the turning of the pedals, the whirring of the wheels, the wind in my face, and being totally lost in the sound, in the experience. My sense of self disappeared and I became totally one with the bicycle, one with the force that was pushing me. </p>
<p>There were a few other good women cyclists in the race, but for one reason or another they all had to drop out or pull back. I wasn’t thinking much about who I was competing against; I was only focused on completing the 300 miles Sri Chinmoy had asked me to do for the team prize. By the end of 24 hours, I had reached 310 miles. </p>
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<p>When I stopped and got off my bike, a TV reporter from Eyewitness News came up to me and said, “Congratulations!” I replied, “For what?” She said, “Oh, you won!” A wave of gratitude rose from my toes to my head. In silence I said, “Guru, if I never win anything else in my life ever again, this is enough.” I’m sure that other members of our team had similar experiences because that year we won all the team prizes and many individual awards.  Our fellow team member Ashrita Furman took third place for men, cycling over 400 miles, and has also recounted the powerful experience he had, which inspired him to embark on setting world records.  For myself, I was in the process of getting divorced, and I knew that this bicycle experience was Sri Chinmoy’s way of teaching me that I didn’t need anybody else. All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win.</p>
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<p><em>Dependence</em></p>
<p>Dependence<br/>
On one's own personal effort<br/>
Is a dance with futility.<br/>
Dependence<br/>
On God's Grace and Oneness<br/>
And the seeker's surrendered effort,<br/>
Is the assurance of God-Victory<br/>
In the seeker.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lucq1gx" title="God-Compassion and God-Justice, Agni Press, 1975" href="#footnote1_lucq1gx">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lucq1gx"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lucq1gx">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gc-42">God-Compassion and God-Justice</a>, Agni Press, 1975</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/all-i-needed-was-supreme-and-i-would-always-win">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Self-Sufficient or God-Sufficient?</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Sarita Earp</strong><br/>
<em>Halifax, Canada</em></p>
<p>One winter I had seriously burnt my foot. After a few days I was to see my doctor, but it snowed heavily all day and the evening before the appointment. I knew that I would be unable to hop to my car through the snow, and that I needed to shovel the walk. I had always been an independent, self-sufficient person and was not used to asking for help.</p>
<p>As I was thinking of the options, I suddenly said, &ldquo;Give it up, Sarita, ask for help.&rdquo; It was a case of giving up my ego and my pride, and asking in the form of a prayer for heavenly assistance. Immediately there was a knock at the door. I opened it up to see a man with a snow shovel over his shoulder who said, &ldquo;Lady, you need your walk shoveled!&rdquo;</p>
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<p>The difference between<br/>
The human in me<br/>
And the divine in me<br/>
Is this:<br/>
The human in me wants<br/>
To prove to the world<br/>
That it is self-sufficient.<br/>
The divine in me wants<br/>
To prove to the world<br/>
That it is sleeplessly<br/>
And breathlessly<br/>
God-dependent.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_thames6" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 15" href="#footnote1_thames6">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_thames6"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_thames6">1.</a> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 15</li>
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<div class="field-item"><p>One day I was having a really difficult time. It had something to do with some other disciples. When I was driving Guru somewhere, I told him about the problem. Guru just pointed to my dashboard, which had his New Year&#39;s Message taped on it:</p>
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<p>Don&#39;t expect, don&#39;t expect.<br/>
Just give, give and give<br/>
If you want to really survive.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ozd62sy" title="Sri Chinmoy, New Year&#39;s Messages from Sri Chinmoy, 1966-1994, Agni Press, 1994" href="#footnote1_ozd62sy">1</a></p>
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<p>That was Guru&#39;s answer to my problems that day.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ozd62sy"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ozd62sy">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/nym_1">Sri Chinmoy, New Year&#39;s Messages from Sri Chinmoy, 1966-1994, </a>Agni Press, 1994</li>
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<h2>A private interview</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p><em>In 2003, the Oscar-winning actress Helen Hunt was invited by Sri Chinmoy to be honoured for her professional successes, by being lifted overhead as part of the “Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart” programme.</em></p>
<p>On the day she was lifted in 2003, I had the privilege of driving her to and from her residence in Manhattan. On the way to the lifting ceremony, she had asked me if she might have a private interview with Sri Chinmoy. I was sure that he would consent, so I took the liberty of telling her that Sri Chinmoy would be happy to do so.</p>
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<p>Helen was a long-time meditator and understood the significance of meeting a spiritual Master. After lifting her, Sri Chinmoy invited her for a private interview in the large garden where he had outdoor meditations with his students.</p>
<p>After about thirty minutes, Helen came away looking very serious. She got into my car and drove back to Manhattan in complete silence. Later, when I mentioned that Helen had been totally silent, Sri Chinmoy replied, “Perhaps she took my advice seriously.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy did not say what he and Helen had spoken about, but he said that he had given her encouragement and told her he would pray for her.</p>

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<p><em>On February 15th, 2013, nearly 10 years later, Helen Hunt appeared on The David Letterman Show on the occasion of her Oscar nomination for the drama film The Sessions. During the show, Dave asked if she would share an unusual experience she had had after winning her first Oscar in 1998.</em></p>
<p><em>Helen mentioned that in 2003, she was invited by Sri Chinmoy to be honoured for her professional successes. She spoke about coming to Sri Chinmoy’s meditation garden in Queens, New York City, and being lifted. She described the significance of the meeting with Sri Chinmoy, and mentioned that she had told Sri Chinmoy she was having difficulty conceiving a child. Sri Chinmoy had assured her she would soon do so.</em></p>
<p><em>Dave asked her if she still felt that Sri Chinmoy had been of assistance.  With great conviction, she answered that her daughter was then nearly 10 years old and she was certain that Sri Chinmoy had most definitely been of great service to her.</em></p>
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<p><em>As made very clear by her conversation on The David Letterman Show, Helen did take Sri Chinmoy’s advice very seriously and had great faith in his prayers and concern.</em></p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/private-interview">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy meets an old friend</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Our Divine Enterprise, Victory’s Banner Restaurant opened in Chicago on Father’s Day of 1999. When we opened, our Chicago Centre made a collective commitment to give our Guru good news every week, and gratefully, we had lots of good news to report! In general, each week our business grew and grew, and I was happy to share that with Guru.</p>
<p>After the tragic events of 9-11, Guru cancelled all our activities for the public. No classes, no concerts, no manifestation at all.  It was perhaps in May of 2002 when Guru said to me that he thought the time had come that he could again do a concert and requested me to plan a concert for 7000 in Chicago.</p>
<p>We quickly reserved the UIC Pavilion in Chicago. Apparently that window of opportunity closed because a little while later, Guru reduced the number to 4000. As Guru has said many times, “Man proposes, God disposes”. Then again later to 1500, and his last message was “Make it small. Just invite friends and family.” By then we had a healthy amount of reservations which yielded a concert at the Palmer House for about 1500-1700.</p>
<p>At that time, we also moved into our new Centre where we reside today. So out Guru came to visit our new Centre and restaurant, with a concert in between. He visited the restaurant in the afternoon of Aug 3 2002. As Guru walked into the restaurant, the disciples sang the Morning Prayer song to welcome him. Sitting in direct line of Guru’s vision was Ida Patterson.</p>
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<p>Thirty-four years ago, in 1962, Ida Patterson was absolutely the first human being or truth-seeker or God-lover to see something in my eyes. She told my boss Nolini-da. One afternoon I entered into Nolini-da’s room where I used to work and Nolini-da said to me, “Look what this American lady, Ida Patterson, saw in you. This morning when she came here to speak to me, you told her that I was not available, and she saw such things in your eyes. Your eyes mesmerised her.”</p>
<p>I said to Nolini-da, “Ida Patterson? I do not know who she is.”</p>
<p>Then I became friends with her. So thirty-four years ago she saw something inside your Guru’s eyes. Thirty-four years ago she told Nolini-da her experience, and still I cherish it.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Guru gave his first talk in Minneapolis, where Ida lived. Famously (I believe), nobody came.</p>
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<p>Ida Patterson had such tremendous affection for me. She knew me in the Ashram, and in December 1965 she invited me to Minneapolis to give talks. I went there to spend a week. She lived on Dupont Avenue.</p>
<p>My first talk in Minneapolis was a fiasco! I was supposed to give a talk on reincarnation. Ida had promised me that many, many people would come. But nobody came. She was the only listener. I gave my talk to the walls.</p>
<p>I remembered that one of Sri Ramakrishna’s dearest disciples, Swami Brahmananda, once gave a talk and nobody came. He said that he was so happy because he got such receptivity. He said, “The walls did not argue with me. At other times when I give talks, people ask such rubbish questions.”</p>
<p>In my case also, I gave my talk. Ida sat by the door the entire time with the hope that somebody would come. But nobody came.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Back to Guru’s visit to the restaurant. As Guru entered, hearing the Morning Prayer song being sung, Guru paused with folded hands, but immediately after it was finished, He rushed over to Ida sitting on one of our bright yellow benches.</p>
<p>Privately, on a piece of paper Guru drew Ida’s spiritual name, “Sukhukee—The very darling of the Divine Mother.” He called Sukantika over and told her she had 10 minutes to get it framed. Sukantika ran over to the Centre a block away, unframed another picture and inserted what Guru had given her. She succeeded in her task.</p>
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<p>Ida was then and always very motherly towards Guru, comfortably touching his hand or shoulder. Guru was equally comfortable with Ida.</p>
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<p>That night, Guru had a beautiful, and intimate concert at the Palmer House auditorium. This was the same location where he opened the Parliament of Religions in 1993, and the same Palmer House which served as home to Swami Vivekananda’s famous speech to the Parliament 100 years earlier.</p>
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<p>It was a glorious weekend for all of us here in Chicago!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoy-meets-old-friend">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I did my job</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
<div class="field-item"><p>A bad fall, a broken ankle, a cast on my leg, a sudden sharp pain in my chest . . . events cascading with increasing speed left me unable to breathe, as each time I tried to take a breath my chest muscles snapped back from the pain.</p>
<p>I was staying with my parents in my family&rsquo;s home while recuperating from my fall. Now here it was, 5:30 a.m., and I was in agony from the pain in my chest. I knew enough from nursing school to suspect the worst: a pulmonary embolism, a blood clot in my lungs. Unable to take more than the shallowest of breaths, I could not call for help. So I had to use my cell phone to wake my father in the next room.</p>
<p>The look on his face when he entered my room confirmed my worst fears⎯a blood clot had formed in the leg under the cast and had now entered my lungs. My father the surgeon quickly called 911, then in his best professor-of-medicine style, explained that I was at immediate risk of a stroke (if the clot traveled to my brain) or a heart attack (if it went to my heart). Thanks, Dad!</p>
<p>While Dad went to greet the ambulance, I called Ashrita in New York, who fortunately answered despite the early hour. I later learned that he had immediately called our restaurant Annam Brahma, as the workers there would have had the quickest access to Guru at that time.</p>
<p>I ended up spending a week in the hospital on life-saving drugs⎯but I know it was really Guru who saved my life. A few hours later I would have been on the train back to Boston, and if the clot had showed up then, I would have been unable to call for help, explain my predicament, or ask Amtrak to arrange for an ambulance at the next station. Plus, the stops between Delaware and Boston can be almost an hour apart⎯I might not have survived until I got to a hospital.</p>
<p>A few weeks later, arriving in New York for August Celebrations, I ran into Dipali, who looked like she was seeing a ghost, she was so startled to see me alive. She told me the &ldquo;inside story&rdquo;: Guru had told the restaurant staff at Annam Brahma that my soul was leaving the body and he had to bring it back.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I did my job,&rdquo; Guru told them.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-did-my-job">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I would like to become one of your problems</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p>Clarence Clemons was a founding member of Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band, one of the most popular rock bands of all time. He was incredibly gentle and sweet, even though he was big, physically, very big. They called him the Big Man.</p>
<p>Clarence was introduced to meditation and to Sri Chinmoy by Grammy award-winning producer Narada Michael Walden, at a time in his life when, by his own accounts, Clarence was just drifting with no clear purpose.</p>
<p>Here’s how he described his first meditation experience:  “I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw. I was so clear. I was like brand-new, even my eyes were like diamonds. I started to laugh and couldn’t stop because I felt so good. I had found something. I had found peace, and that makes me a really different person.”</p>
<p>That day, Mokshagun wrote a note to be given to Guru. The note said, “Guru, I know you have many problems, but I would like to become one of your problems.” That note was actually Mokshagun asking to become a disciple.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy gladly accepted him as a student and embraced him as part of his spiritual family. He gave the “Big Man” the spiritual name Mokshagun, which means “Lord’s All-illuminating Liberation-Fire.” in Sri Chinmoy's native Bengali language.</p>
<p>In his book, <em>Big Man: Real Life &amp; Tall Tales</em>, Mokshagun said that the name gave him his sense of purpose. Sri Chinmoy told him he was on earth to bring joy and light to the world and to destroy ignorance.</p>

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<p>After Mokshagun became a disciple, before each concert, he would meditate on Guru. He always kept a picture of Sri Chinmoy on his saxophone stand onstage and in ‘The Temple of Soul’, his private sanctuary that he took on the road with him. Once, the band had a concert near New York at a big stadium, and Mokshagun invited two of us to the concert. We went backstage before the concert, and Mokshagun had a big shrine in his dressing room. and we meditated with him. There were, I think, a hundred thousand people at this concert; it was quite amazing to see a musician like that who is so famous be so devoted to Guru.</p>
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<p>Mokshagun had a remarkable inner experience with Sri Chinmoy while going under anesthesia for knee surgery in 2008, after Sri Chinmoy passed away. Mokshagun reported, “Guru appeared to me and said, ‘Let’s go for a walk.’ We walked together and spoke of many things.” This visitation gave him great comfort.</p>
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<p><strong>Devotion</strong></p>
<p>Devotion:<br/>
What is it?<br/>
Devotion is the combination<br/>
Of Love’s intensity<br/>
And Surrender’s divinity.<br/>
A man of devotion<br/>
Is God’s conscious and constant pride<br/>
In His Reality-sky<br/>
And Infinity-sea.<br/>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_o2wnthl" title="The Wings of Light, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974" href="#footnote1_o2wnthl">1</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_o2wnthl"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_o2wnthl">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/wl-77">The Wings of Light, part 2</a>, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/mokshagun-clarence-clemons">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>БАГШ ШАВЬ ХОЁР</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Гүрү гэж хэн бэ? Дотоод сэтгэлийн гэгээрлийн төлөө тэмүүлэн буй эрэлчдэд Гүрү-багш нь замыг заагч төдийгүй өөрөө зам нь болдог юм. Шри Чинмой Багш энэхүү номондоо Гүрүгээ хэрхэн олох, жинхэнэ сэтгэл зүрхний багшийг хуурамч нэгнээс хэрхэн ялган таних, Бурханы гэгээрэлд хүрсэн Багшийг хэрхэн мэдэх тухай бичсэн бөгөөд Гүрү, шавийн харилцааны тухай дэлгэрэнгүй өгүүлжээ. Мөн та энэ номноос сэтгэл зүрхний амьдралдаа ахин дэвшихийн тулд танд үнэхээр Багш хэрэгтэй юу, Гүрү тань таны үйлийн үрийг авах ямар учиртай вэ, Багшийн жолоодлогоор дотоод амьдралдаа хэрхэн ахиц гаргах вэ гэдэг талаар мэдэж авах болно.</p></div></div>
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<h2>СҮНСНИЙ ДУУЛАЛ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэ бол төгс гэгээрсэн Багш Шри Чинмойн хос бүтээлийн цомог юм. Хэдийгээр хоёр бүтээл өөр өөрийн онцлог чанарыг агуулсан ч хоёулаа хүн, Бурхан хоёрын харилцааны талаар өгүүлнэ. Сүнсний дуулалд буй шүлгүүд нь хүний дотоод сэтгэлийн гүний гүнээс гарсан мөнхийн Үнэнийг ухаарсан ухаарлаа илэрхийлэх дууллууд юм. Тэдгээр нь хүний дотоод гэрлийг шууд дуудан илтэд гарган ирэх чадалтай. Зүрхний цэцэгс нь өөдлөн асах хүмүүний тэмүүллийн галд хандах агаад дотоод сэтгэлийнх нь дуудлага хий хоосон өнгөрдөггүйг батлан өгүүлнэ. Хүмүүн өөрөө хязгаарлан боох зовлонт ертөнцөөс баяр баясгалан эрх чөлөөг олох чадалтай юм, олох ч хувьтай юм.</p></div></div>
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<h2>АНИРГҮЙ СУРГАХУЙ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэхүү номд зөн билгийн урамшлаас гүн ухааны өгүүлэмж цаашлаад дасгал, практикийн хэсэг үргэлжилнэ. Шри Чинмой багшийн бичсэн бүтээлүүд нь ариун судрын шинж чанартай байх агаад уншигч олонд ямар ч эргэлзлийг үл төрүүлнэ. Мөн эдгээр нь үнэн бодит агууламжтайн дээр үг хэлнээс чанадад орших аниргүй ертөнц рүү бид бүгдийг урин дуудах увидастай.</p></div></div>
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<h2>ВЕДА, УПАНИШАД, БХАГАВАД ГИТА</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэтхэгийн эртний уламжлалт шашны судар болсон Вед, Упанишад, Бхагавад Гитагийн тайлбар анх удаа англи хэл дээр энэ ботиор биелэлээ оллоо. Уг ботид эмхтгэгдсэн лекцүүдийг Шри Чинмой 1970- аад оны эхээр Америкийн Нэгдсэн Улсын Их сургууль, коллежуудад уншиж байсан юм. Вед, Упанишад, Бхагавад Гитагийн талаар зохиогч номондоо ийнхүү дурджээ: &ldquo;Энэ судрын цэцэн билгийн нандин гэрэлд умбахын тулд түүнийг уншин судлах хэрэггүй юм. Бурханд гэгээрсэн тэр л хүмүүн бүх судрын мөн чанар, охь нь болоод зогсохгүй өнгөрсөн үеийн мэдлэгийн далайн чанадын чанадад гарах болно.&rdquo;</p></div></div>
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<h2>АГЬ СИДААРТА БУРХАН ХУТГИЙГ ОЛСОН НЬ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Шри Чинмой багш нь энэхүү жүжгийн бүтээлдээ Будда хэрхэн Гэгээрлийг олсон хийгээд Гэгээрлийнхээ үр жимсийг хүн төрөлхтөнд хэрхэн түгээн дэлгэрүүлснийг яруу сайхнаар буулган бичжээ.</p></div></div>
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<h2> ШРИ ЧИНМОЙ БАГШИЙН ТӨГС МЭРГЭН СУРГААЛ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Өнө эрт цагаас агуу сэтгэл зүрхний Багш нарын цаглашгүй мөнхийн сургааль үгс нь судар номуудад бичигдэн үлдэж, хүн төрөлхтний хамгийн эрхэм нандин өв болсоор ирсэн билээ. Христийн үлгэр дууриал болсон амьдрал Шинэ Гэрээнд тодхон бичигдэж үлдсэн байдаг бол Буддагийн зам нь Дхармападад бий. Шри Кришнагийн айлдсан өнө мөнхийн үнэнийг Бхагавад Гита судар илэрхийлэн харуулдаг бол Шри Рамакришнагийн эгнэшгүй сургаалийг Шри Рамакришнагийн бурханлаг айлдвар хэмээх ном агуулж байдаг. Харин Шри Чинмойн энгийн ойлгомжтой сэтгэл зүрхний гэгээн сургаалийг Шри Чинмой Багшийн Төгс мэргэн сургаал хэмээх энэ номонд эмхтгэн нэгтгэлээ.</p></div></div>
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<h2>ЙОГ БА СЭТГЭЛ ЗҮРХНИЙ АМЬДРАЛ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэхүү номонд йогийн сургаалийн мөн чанар болоод Дорно дахины сэтгэл зүрхний амьдралын гайхамшигийг нээн харуулжээ. Шри Чинмой төгс гэгээрлийнхээ туршлагаар йог гэж юу вэ, хэн йогоор хичээллэвэл зохих вэ? зэрэг сүнс, сэтгэл зүрхний амьдралын асуултуудад хариулж, бясалгал үйлийн үрийн тухай тодорхойлон дурдаж өгсөн.&nbsp;</p></div></div>
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<h2>ТЭМҮҮЛЛИЙН НОЁН ОРГИЛ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Эверест бол хамгийн сүрлэг өндөр гэсэн утгатай агаад оргилын өндөрт хүрье гэж эрмэлзэх хүн төрөлхтний шийдмэг зоригийн илэрхийлэл болдог билээ. Бүтээгч Бурхантай нэгдэнэ гэдэг дотоод сэтгэлийн Эверест Оргилд хүрэхийн нэр бөгөөд эрхмийн дээд тэрхүү зорилгот хүрэх гэж өнө эрт цагаас нааш хүн төрөлхтөн эрмэлзэн тэмүүлсээр ирсэн юм. Эверестийн оргилд авирч гарна гэдэг хэцүү бэрхийн туйл боловч туршлагатай сайн хөтөч осол эндэлгүй замчлан явсаар сэтгэлийг баясгах ялалтын титэмд хүргэдэг билээ. Тэмүүлэлт уншигчийн зүрх сэтгэлийг өөрийгөө танин ухаарахуйн оргил өөд залуурдан хөтлөх эрдэмтэй ховор нандин энэ номондоо Шри Чинмой Багш Бурханы эрэлчин хийгээд Бурханыг танин мэдсэн хүний сэтгэлийн гүнээс гарах ухаарал, айлдваруудыг яруу сайхнаар өгүүлэн бичжээ.</p></div></div>
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<h2>САМАДИ БА СИДХИ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэ бол дотоод ертөнц буюу цаг хугацаа, орон зай, оюун ухааны хилээс чанадад орших ертөнцийн тухай мадаггүй зөв тайлбарлан өгүүлсэн цөөн хэдэн бүтээлийн нэг юм. Тэрхүү ертөнцөд өөрийн туулж өнгөрүүлсэн бүхнээ Йогийн гарамгай Багш Шри Чинмой тайлбарлан бичсэн энэ номноос та онол, философийн өгүүлэмж бус дотоод ертөнцийн бодит ахуй байдлын талаар мэдэх болно.</p></div></div>
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<h2>&#039;Think of our love for you and your love for us&#039;</h2>
<p id="story-gems-intro">This is one of the stories in our <em>Story-Gems</em> project, a collection of our experiences with our Guru, Sri Chinmoy. <a href="https://stories.srichinmoycentre.org">Project homepage »</a></p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy first met Mother Teresa in 1975 at the United Nations. Over the years, they became dear friends.</em></p>
<p>Mother Teresa was on the precipice of death several times in the year prior to her earthly departure. Journalists and others were preparing themselves for her passing, but several miraculous extensions of her life took place.</p>
<p>After suffering a heart attack on November 22nd, 1996, Mother Teresa was close to death. It was widely reported that most probably she would not survive the illness. The doctors wanted to implant a pacemaker in her heart to strengthen her heart function. But Mother Teresa was so weak and her condition so critical that the surgery could not be performed.</p>
<p>Unbeknownst to either Sri Chinmoy or to the general public at the time, one of Mother Teresa’s nurses later reported that Mother Teresa said she wished to be allowed to pass on and that she did not want the doctors to touch her.</p>
<p>On the evening of November 28th at 9:45 pm, Mother Teresa’s soul came to Sri Chinmoy at his home in New York.  About thirty of his students were present for a special evening of meditation. For several minutes Sri Chinmoy sat motionless, absorbed completely in his inner experience.</p>

<p>Later that night, he recounted in detail his conversation with Mother Teresa’s soul. She had decided to leave her body.</p>
<p>In Sri Chinmoy’s words:         </p>
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<p>Mother Teresa told me, “Chinmoy, I have come to say my final farewell to you.”</p>
<p>I told her, “Mother, you cannot do that. I need you to stay on earth.  We all need you. Millions and millions of people need you. Countless poor people need you.  Who does not need you, Mother, to stay on earth?”</p>
<p>Lovingly, she replied, “I did not know that you were such a clever fellow! You are a rascal!”</p>
<p>I said, “I pray, Mother, and I also use a few cents worth of my occult power and spiritual power to keep you on earth. Do not think of your age of eighty-six. Think of our love for you and your love for us. Think of humanity’s love for you and your love for humanity.” </p>
<p>Mother then asked me, “You do not obey God’s Will?” </p>
<p>I told her, “Even after knowing God’s Will, on very rare occasions, we plead with God if it is something totally pure and innocent. In that case, sometimes God listens to our fervent prayers and extends a life a few more years. If we see that God is very serious, then we will not even dare to ask God any favour.  We will instantly obey God’s Will.”</p>
<p>I continued pleading with her to stay on earth. “Mother, you have told us that it is you who have made the decision to leave the body. It is not God’s decision. It is your decision. Therefore, you can have no objection if we pray to God to keep you on earth for a few more years. I am pleading with you, Mother, to stay on earth for a few more years. </p>
<p>“Again, Mother, I am telling you that if God becomes serious and really wants you to leave the body, then immediately I shall obey Him. I do not think that it is the Absolute Will of God for you to leave us. No, it is not His Will.”</p>
<p>She replied with her loving command, “Then pray for me.”</p>
<p>“What have I been doing? For the last few years I have been praying for you with all my heart and soul. I happen to be one of those who has most sincere love and affection for you, Mother.”</p>
<p>She gave me a broad smile and said to me with utmost love and affection, “You naughty boy!”</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy prayed and meditated most powerfully for Mother Teresa for another fifteen minutes. Then he went upstairs to call his family in India to hear the latest news about her condition.</p>
<p>Only then did Sri Chinmoy learn outwardly from his brother that Mother Teresa’s case had become extremely serious. He returned downstairs to rejoin his students and asked for a video about the Saviour Christ to be put on. One of his students was able to find a video about Mother Teresa, and Sri Chinmoy said, “That is what I actually wanted!”</p>
<p>Just hours after his inner conversation with Mother Teresa, she made a dramatic recovery that astounded the doctors. Soon after, the entire world came to know the wonderful news.</p>
<p>As a result of Mother Teresa’s improvement, the doctors were able to operate to insert a pacemaker in her heart — something they had not dared to do while she was so ill. By the following day, Mother Teresa’s condition had greatly improved.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/think-our-love-you-and-your-love-us">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>ХӨГЖМИЙН ЭХ БУЛАГ</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэхүү номны тэргүүн хэсэгт Шри Чинмойн хөгжмийн дотоод утга чанарыг тайлбарлажээ. Хөгжим гэдэг ухамсраа өргөжүүлэн тэлэхэд хүнд тус нэмэр болдог уналга тэрэгтэй адил бөгөөд дотоод ертөнцөд байх бурханлаг Ухамсарын бодит илэрхийлэл юм. Түүний өгүүлснээр: &quot;Хөгжим гэдэг дээд &#39;Би&#39; -гийн дэлгэрэл хийгээд нэгдэл билээ. &#39;Би&#39; -нь өөрийгөө хөгжмөөр дамжуулж дэлгэрүүлэн тэлэх агаад тэрхүү дэлгэрэн тэлэгч &#39;Би&#39;&nbsp;бол бодгал &#39;би&#39; бус хязгаарлагдашгүй &#39;Би&#39; юм.&quot;</p>
<p>Номны хоёрдугаар хэсэгт дотоод сэтгэлийн хөгжил дэвшилд түлхэц өгөх тарни болон жапаны тухай өгүүлжээ. Мөн хэсэгт дотоод сэтгэлийн хөгжлөө ахиулах, эрүүл мэндээ сайжруулах, эд хөрөнгөө аривжуулах зэрэгт тарни ямар үүрэгтэй байдгийг дурдсан байна.</p>
<p><strong>Номны хэсгээс...</strong></p>
<p>Хөгжим гэдэг Бурханы дотоод хэл буюу хамаг орчлонгийн хэл билээ. Би хэдийгээр Франц, Герман, Итали хэлний алийг нь ч мэддэггүй боловч хөгжим эгшиглэхэд тэрхүү хөгжмийн дотоод мөн чанар нь миний зүрх сэтгэлийн гүнд хүрэх буюу миний зүрх сэтгэл тэрхүү хөгжмийн дотоод гүнд нэвтрэн уусдаг юм. Тэр цагт зүрх сэтгэлийн дотоод холбоо л хангалттай байх тул ямар ч хэл яриа шаардлагагүй болдог. Миний зүрх, хөгжмийн зүрхтэй хүүрнэн ярилцах агаад тэрхүү хүүрнэлийнхээ ачаар бид ялгаж салгашгүй нэг болж хувирдаг.</p>
<p>Дотоод сэтгэлийн ертөнцөд эрхэм чухагаараа бясалгалын дараачаар хөгжим &ndash; хөгжмийн амьсгал ордог. Бясалгал гэдэг эрчимжүүлэн гүйцэлдүүлэгч аниргүй юм. Аниргүй гэдэг илэрхийлэгдэмгүйн уран илэрхийлэл юм. Тиймээс ч Альдоус Хаксли: &ldquo;Илэрхийлэгдэмгүйг хамгийн ойр дөт илэрхийлж чаддагаараа аниргүйн дараачаар хөгжим ордог юм&rdquo; гэж хэлжээ.</p>
<p>Аниргүй бол бүхний эх ундарга. Аниргүй бол хөгжмийн эх ундарга. Аниргүй гэдэг чухамдаа өөрөө хөгжим юм. Аниргүй бол Дээдгэгээний хамгийн гүн яруу, хамгийн сэтгэлийг баясгагч хөгжим юм. Аниргүй бол оргилон ундарч, урсан тэлсээр гол мөрөн аль эсвэл захгүй их далай тэнгист цутган нийлэх урсгалтай ижил юм.</p>
<p>Аниргүй гэдэг үүр юм. Хөгжим гэдэг шувуу юм. Жиргэн дуулагч шувуун өглөө эрт үүрнээсээ нисэн одож, үдэш орой үүрэндээ эргэн ирдэгчлэн дотоод сэтгэлийн ертөнцөд бурханлаг хөгжим нь аниргүй сүнсний дотоод гүнээс үүдэн эгшиглэдэг билээ.</p>
<p><strong>Сэтгэлийн Хөгжим</strong></p>
<p>Сэтгэлийн хөгжим нь Оройн Дээдгэгээнийг илэрхийлэх тул зүрх сэтгэлийг маань хоромхон хугацаанд сэрээж, урамшуулах эрдэмтэй юм. Сэтгэлийн хөгжим гэдэг өөрийгөө бурханлаг аргаар илтгэн харуулахыг эрмэлзэх Гэрэл билээ. Энэ хорвоод мунхгийн түнэр харанхуй нь өөрийгөө тунхаглан зарлахыг санаархдагчилан Гэрэл ч бас өөрийнхөө Бодит, Бурханлаг чанарыг онцгой аргаар илэрхийлэн тунхаглахыг эрмэлздэг. Гэрэл бол алив бүхний амин сүнс, хайрын амин сүнс, бүх урлагийн амин сүнс. Гэрэл өөрийгөө хөгжмийн эгшигээр дамжуулж, бурханлаг аргаар тунхаглавал тэрхүү хөгжим нь сэтгэлийн хөгжим болдог юм.</p>
<p>Хөгжим гэдэг дээд &ldquo;Би&rdquo;-гийн дэлгэрэл хийгээд нэгдэл билээ. &ldquo;Би&rdquo;-нь өөрийгөө хөгжмөөр дамжуулж дэлгэрүүлэн тэлэх агаад тэрхүү дэлгэрэн тэлэгч &ldquo;Би&rdquo; бол бодгал &ldquo;би&rdquo; бус хязгаарлагдашгүй дээд &ldquo;Би&rdquo; юм. Хөгжим гэдэг дээдийн Бодит үнэний түгэл, дэлгэрэл билээ.</p>
<p>Хөгжим сэтгэл зүрхний амьдрал хоёрыг ижилхэн төрсөн ихрүүд адил юм гэдгийг ухаарахын цагт хөгжим нь бидний дотоод сэтгэлийн амьдралд асар их тус нэмэртэй болдог. Үнэндээ бол хөгжим, сэтгэл зүрхний амьдрал хоёрыг ангид үзэж болшгүй юм. Биесээ түшин зэрэгцэн байдаг хоёр гар, хоёр нүдээ бид хэрхэн ангид тусдаа зүйлс гэж үзэж болох билээ? Хэрэв нэг нүд маань сайн харж чадахгүй байвал хараа маань муудаж байна гэж хэлдэг шүү дээ. Түүнчлэн хөгжим, сэтгэл зүрхний амьдрал хоёр хамтдаа явж, нэгнийхээ дутууг гүйцээж байх учиртай. Эрэлчин хүн дотоод гүндээ умбаж амьдрал хийгээд үнэн, бодит ахуйгаас зүйрлэшгүй их сэтгэлийн ханамж хүртэхэд нь хөгжим тус дэм болдог. Үүний хариуд сүнсний гэрэл болсон хүч чадлаа хорвоо дэлхийд түгээн дэлгэрүүлэхэд нь хөгжимд сэтгэл зүрхний амьдрал тус дэмээ хүртээнэ.</p>
<p>Сэтгэлийн хөгжим сонсох юмуу тоглоход тэр даруй дотоод ахуй маань өөдлөн өөдөлсөөр оргилын дээдэд хүрдэг. Тийнхүү улам дээшилсээр Чанадын оронд хүрнэ. Тэрхүү Чанад нь бид бүхнийг цаг үргэлж дэмжиж, биднийг удирдан залж, хэтийдсэн дээд дүр болсон жинхэнэ бурханлаг чанарт маань хүргэхийг эрмэлзэж байдаг. Сэтгэлийн хөгжим сонсох буюу сэтгэлийн сайхан аялгуу тоглоход дотоод ахуй маань өлмийгөөс зулай хүртлээ хамаг биеэрээ уяран хайлдаг. Бидний дотор, бидний биеэр ухамсрын мөрөн гол урсах агаад тэрхүү мөрөн гол үргэлжид ариун тунгалаг хэвээрээ мяралзан байдаг.</p>
<p><strong>Хөгжим ба Бясалгал</strong></p>
<p>Хөгжим бол эрхэм чухагаараа залбирал, бясалгалын дараа орно. Бясалгал гэдэг зорьсон зорилгод хүргэх шулуун дөт зам лугаа адил бол хөгжим нь өргөн дардан замтай ижил юм. Ялимгүй тойруу, урт байж мэдэх хэдий ч энэ замд өчүүхэн ч бартаа саад гэж үгүй. Сэтгэлийн хөгжим тоглох юмуу сонсвол бясалгалын хүч арвиждаг. Яагаад вэ гэвэл хөгжим бол хүний тэмүүллийг нэмэгдүүлэх эрдэмтэй юм. Түүнчлэн сэтгэл зүрхний эрэлчин хүн хөгжимчин болохыг хүсвэл, хөгжмийн суурь боловсролгүй байсан ч сайн хөгжимчин болох боломжтой юм. Учир нь гэвэл залбирал, бясалгалд боломж бүхэн агуулагдаж байдаг. Хэзээ ч хөгжимд суралцаж байгаагүй ч хэрэв та сэтгэлийнхээ угаас залбирал, бясалгал үйлддэг бол Дээдгэгээний Ивээлээр залбирал, бясалгалын тань дотроос хөгжмийн зүйрлэшгүй сайхан авъяас хүч тодрон гарах агаад тэрхүү хүчийг та өөрийнхөөрөө хэрэглэж болно.</p>
<p>Сэтгэлийн хөгжим эгшиглэх бүрийд бид урам зориг, баяр баясгаланг олно. Ухамсрыг маань ирмэх хормын дотор өндөр дээд ертөнцөд хүргэх хүч хөгжимд бий. Гэхдээ зөвхөн хөгжмөөр хязгаарлагдалгүй, хэрэв бид залбирал, бясалгал үйлддэг бол, сэтгэл зүрхний амьдралын замыг ухамсартайгаар дагадаггүй эгэл жирийн хөгжимд дурлагч хүнээс хавьгүй их гэгээрэл, биеллийг олох нь эргэлзээнгүй билээ. Дотоод сэтгэлийн хөгжимчин бүхэн энэ хорвоод Бурханы Гэрлийг ухамсартайгаар түгээж байдаг. Бурхан бол сансрын Тоглогч, мөнхийн Тоглогч, харин бид түүний зэмсгүүд юм. Чухамдаа Дээдгэгээн л зөв зэмсгийг бүтээж, тоглогчоор мадаггүй зөв тоглуулж, хөгжимчнийг төрүүлдэг билээ.</p></div></div>
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<h2>КҮНДАЛИНИ: Бурхан эхийн хүч</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэхүү номондоо төгс гэгээрсэн Багш, Күндалинийг сэрээх янз бүрийн арга, түүнчлэн гурав дахь нүд болон бусад төвүүдийг хэрхэн нээх тухай өгүүлжээ. Күндалини Хүчийг бүх түвшинд нь үзэж туулсан хүний хувиар Шри Чинмой Багш зарим нэг төвийг нээснээр үүдэж болох сэрэмжлүүштэй аюул ослын тухай ч сануулсан байна. Мөн чакра нээгдэж байгааг хэрхэн мэдэх, Күндалини болон Бурхан Эхийн хоорондын холбоо, Күндалинигаас чанад ертөнц дэх онцгой чухал туршлагын тухай бичжээ. Энэ номонд Шри Чинмой Багшийн дөрвөн лекц, мөн энэ сэдвээр асуусан асуултын хариулт зэрэг нь агуулагдаж байна.</p>
<p>Номын хэсгээс...</p>
<p><strong>ЭХ ДҮРЭЭР ЗАЛРАХ БУРХАН</strong></p>
<p>Бурхан хэмээвээс бидний Эх хийгээд Эцэг билээ. Тэрбээр арга ба билиг. Күндалини хүч гэдэг Дээдгэгээн Охин тэнгэр, Эх дүрт Бурханы хүч юм. Заримдаа Өөрийнх нь Хүчийг үзэхийг хүссэн хүүхдүүдтэйгээ Бурхан Эх наадан цэнгэхийг таална. Заримдаа хүүхдүүдийнхээ хүчийг үзье хэмээн таалаад наадам бүхнээр наадан цэнгэнэ. Тийнхүү хүүхдүүдийнхээ зиндаанд буун залраад хэрэв сахилга журмыг сайтар дагаж, сайтар хичээх аваас ямар их хүчтэй болж чадахыг нь үзүүлдэг. Хүүхдүүд нь үүнд сэтгэл татагдан баясаад, &ldquo;Эх маань ийм хүчтэй. Эх маань тийм чадалтай&rdquo; гэж хөөрнө.</p>
<p>Күндалини Хүчээ үзүүлэхийн тулд Эх илт доош бууж ирэх шаардлагатай болдог. Тэрбээр зарим нэг хувилгаан шидийг үзүүлэхэд хүүхдүүд түүнд суралцахыг хүснэ. Үүнд нь Эх: &ldquo;Тэгвэл эхлээд ийм наадамд суралцах хэрэгтэй&rdquo; хэмээн айлдаад хамгийн өндөр дээд Хүч, хамгийн өндөр дээд Ухамсраа үзүүлнэ. Хүүхдүүд үүнийг алмайран гайхаж, &ldquo;Эх маань ийм агуу юм!&rdquo; гэж дуу алдацгаана. Тэд тийнхүү хайр, бишрэл, огоорлын эрдэмд суралцаж эхэлдэг. Бурхан Эхээ Өөрийнхөө жинхэнэ Дүр болох хамгийн дээд Дүрээрээ залран байхыг үзээд тэдгээр Күндалини хүч бүгдээрээ юу ч биш болохыг тэд ухаарна. Күндалини хүчийг үзүүлнэ гэдэг өчүүхэн цог, цучилаар наадахтай ижил ажээ.</p>
<p>Күндалини хүч гэдэг нь жинхэнэ хүч мөн боловч туйлын тогтворгүй чанартай. Тэр ихэнхдээ сармагчин лугаа адил тогтворгүй байдаг. Харин жинхэнэ дотоод сэтгэлийн хүч буюу хамгийн өндрөөс ирэх Дээдгэгээн Эхийн Хүч туйлын тогтуун ба түүнд тогтворгүй чанар огт үгүй. Дотоод сэтгэлийн хүчийг хэрэглэж амар амгаланг түгээхэд тэр нь жинхэнэ амар амгалан байдаг.</p>
<p>Күндалини хүчийг сайн үйлсийн төлөө хэрэглэсэн ч цаглашгүй Амгалан, цаглашгүй Жаргалан, цаглашгүй Гэрлийг яг байгаа байдлаар нь түгээж дийлэхгүй. Хичнээн олон удаа шидийг үзүүлсэн байлаа ялгаагүй түүнийг үзэх хүн тавхан хором сэтгэл баясаад тийм хүчийг олж чадаагүйдээ атаач сэтгэл нь гарч ирдэг. Тэгээд өөрийнхөө хүчийг дахин эс үзүүлбэл үзэж суусан хүнд эргэлзэх сэтгэл төрнө. Тэрээр биднийг хааяа л шид үзүүлж чаддаг юм байна гэж хардана. Күндалини хүчээр шид бүхнийг үзүүлж болох хэдий ч хүний ухамсрыг дээшлүүлэх тухайд бол огтын ашиг тусгүй юм. Тиймээс л бидэнд хамгийн дээд Дүрээр үзэгдэх Дээдгэгээн Охин тэнгэрээс ирэх дотоод сэтгэлийн хүч хэрэгтэй байдаг билээ.</p>
<p><strong>КҮНДАЛИНИ ЙОГ:БУРХАН ЭХИЙН ХҮЧ</strong></p>
<p>Күндалини Йогийн замыг дагахыг бид хүсдэг билүү? Тэгвэл нойронд автах ёсгүй. Түнэр харанхуй ертөнцийн нойронд автах ёсгүй. Түнэр ертөнц гэдэг дотоод нөөц хүчийг сульдаан мохоогч юм. Харанхуй ертөнц гэдэг гадаад боломж чадварыг сүйтгэн бусниулагч юм. Дотоод нөөц хүч сульдан мохохын цагт амьдрал гэдэг гутамшиг болно. Гадаад боломж чадвар сүйдэн буснихын цагт амьдрал гэдэг тэсвэрлэхүйеэ бэрх болно. Чухам хаана дотоод нөөц хүч маань эндэл осолгүй арвижин тэлэх вэ? Гагцхүү Бурхан Эхийн Хүч буюу Күндалинигийн зүрхнээ дотоод нөөц хүч маань тийн арвижиж чадна. Чухам хэдийд гадаад боломж чадвар маань үр өгөөжөө өгөх вэ? Гагцхүү Бурхан Эхийн Хүч буюу Күндалинигийн өлмий дор сөгдөн мөргөхийн цагт гадаад боломж чадвар маань үр өгөөжөө өгнө.</p>
<p>Күндалини Йогийн замыг дагахыг бид хүсдэг билүү? Тэгвэл мятаршгүй зориг тэнхээтэй байх ёстой. Мунхаг, ухамсаргүйн ертөнцөд дайчин баатар мэт байх ёстой. Мунхаг хэмээгч нь биднийг дорой буурай болгодог юм. Өөрсдөө бид буурай гэдгээ ухаарахад дотор маань орших Бурхан Эхийн Хүч нь өөрийгөө дорой болсон мэт санана. Өөрсдөө бид дорой гэдгээ ухаарахад асар цаглашгүй Нигүүлслээрээ Тэрбээр биднийг шантарч няцалгүй зоригжуулж, урамшуулж, гэгээрүүлдэг.</p>
<p>Күндалини Йогийн замыг дагахыг бид хүсдэг билүү? Тэгвэл энэрэн хайрлах ёстой. Бид дотоод Бурхан Эхээ хайрлах ёстой, өмнөө залрах Бурхан Эхээ хайрлах ёстой, дэргэдээ залрах Бурхан Эхээ хайрлах ёстой. Дотор маань залрах Бурхан Эхийн сэтгэл нь гүн билээ. Өмнө маань залрах Бурхан Эх хэмээвээс үзэмж төгөлдөр билээ. Дэргэд маань залрах Бурхан Эх хэмээвээс үлэмж хүчит билээ. Амьдрал хэмээх Сансрын Наадамд наадахын тулд бидэнд Сүнсний Эх хэрэгтэй. Амьдрал хэмээх Сансрын Дууг дуулахын тул бидэнд Үзэсгэлэнт Эх хэрэгтэй. Амьдрал хэмээх Сансрын Бүжгийг бүжихийн тул бидэнд Хүчирхэг Эх хэрэгтэй. Амьдралын Наадам биднийг эрчимжүүлдэг. Амьдралын Дуун биднийг гэгээрүүлдэг. Амьдралын Бүжиг биднийг үхэлгүй мөнхжүүлдэг. Эрч хүч маань хорвоо дэлхийд хэрэгтэй. Гэгээрлийг маань хорвоо дэлхий алдаршуулах учиртай. Үхэлгүй чанарыг маань хорвоо дэлхий нандигнах учиртай.</p></div></div>
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<h2>БАЯСЛЫН ЖИГҮҮР</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Энэхүү ном нь Өрнөдөд түргэн борлогдсон номын тоонд ороод байгаа бөгөөд дотоод амьдралын гуа сайхан, тэмүүлэл бүхий арвин баялгийг уншигч олонд таниулахыг зорьсон. Оюун ухааны хязгаарлагдмал байдлаас үүсэлтэй тогтворгүй, тодорхойгүй бодлыг дотоод гүн дэх оршнолын ханамж, баяр баягалантай зүйрлэсэн түүх, ёгтлол, жүжгийг та энэхүү бүтээлээс унших болно. &ldquo; Жинхэнэ дотоод баяр баясгалан дотроос ундран гарна. Тэрээр гадны ямар ч нөхцлөөс хамаардаггүй юм. Танаар дамжин урсах урсгал баяр баяслын илгээмжийг өөртөө тээнэ. Энэ бурханлаг баяр баясгалан амьдралын цорын ганц зорилго билээ.&rdquo; хэмээн Шри Чинмой бичжээ.</p>
<p>Номын хэсгээс ....</p>
<p><strong>Баясгалант амьдрал</strong></p>
<p>Бид бүгдээрээ эрэлчид, бидний зорилго нэгэн ижил: дотоод амгалан, гэрэл, баясгаланд хүрч, Эх булагтайгаа салшгүй нэгдэн, жинхэнэ ханамж дүүрэн амьдрахад оршино.</p>
<p>Баяр баясгалантай амьдрах нь дотоод амьдрал билээ. Энэ амьдрал нь өөрийгөө нээхүй рүү хөтөлнө. Өөрийгөө нээнэ гэдэг Бурханыг таньж гэгээрэхүй юм. Учир нь Бурхан болбоос танигдаж, илтэд гарч ирэхээ хүлээн хүн нэг бүрийн дотоод гүнд орших тэнгэрлиг Нэгэн билээ. Тэрхүү Бурханыг бид Дотоод Жолоодогч буюу Дээдгэгээн хэмээн ухаарч болно. Яаж нэрлэсэн ч ялгаагүй дотоод эрлийн маань туйлын зорилго болсон дотор маань залрах Оройндээдийг хэлж буй хэрэг билээ.</p>
<p>Дотоод амьдралаа дэмжин тэтгэх цагт гадаад амьдрал маань утга учиртай болно. Өдөр алгасалгүй бид гурван удаа хооллож, бие махбодоо тэжээдэг. Тэгвэл дотоод гүнд маань сүнс хэмээх балчир хүүхэд бий агаад бид түүнийг хооллох цаг зав гаргадаггүй. Сүнс бол дотор маань орших Бурханы ухамсарт төлөөлөгч билээ. Сүнс хэмээх хүүхэд биелэгдээгүй цагт гадаад ертөнцөд бид өөрсдөө хэзээ ч үл биелнэ.</p>
<p>Гадаад ба дотоод амьдралыг хэрхэн холбох вэ? Бясалгал хэмээх тэнгэрлиг урлагт суралцах аваас энэ хоёр ертөнцийг ухамсартайгаар амархан холбож чадна. Бясалгал үйлдэн ахуйд хором бүр нь гуниг гутрал, айдас, уур хилэнгийн дүрт бусармаг харанхуйг хөөж, дотоод ертөнцийн амгалан, хайр, баясал жаргалан, гэрэл гэгээ зэрэг бурханлаг чанарыг илтэд гаргах алтан боломж болно.</p>
<p>Сэтгэл зүрхний хүн бол эгэл жирийн бөгөөд дуутай шуутай нэгэн байх ёстой. Сэтгэл зүрхний хүмүүн Бурханд хүрэхийн тулд түүний өдөр тутмын ажил үйлс нь бурханлаг үр ашигтай байх учиртай. Бурханлаг үр ашигтай үйлсээрээ бид дотоод баялгаа хуваалцдаг. Үйлс бүрийн цаадах бурханлаг учир шалтгааныг ухаарч, үр өгөөжийг нь бусдад хүртээнэ. Сүслэл хорвоогийн амьдралыг эс үгүйсгэнэ. Гадаад амьдрал нь бидний гүнд орших бурханлаг амьдралын тунхаг болох учиртай.</p>
<p><strong>Ухамсар бол амьдралын оч</strong></p>
<p>Ухамсар нь хүн бүрийг орчлон ертөнцийн амьдралтай холбогч оч юм. Ухамсар бол хүн ба Бурхан, газар дэлхий ба Диваажингийн хоорондох гүүр ажгуу. Ухамсар үгүй бол алив бүхэн усгүй цөл адил болно. Харанхуй газар хаана яваагаа мэдэхийн тулд хүн гэрэл чийдэн асаадаг. Хэрэв бид гэрэл гэгээгүй амьдралынхаа тухай мэдэхийг хүсвэл ухамсрын дэм хэрэгтэй болно. Ухамсар бол шаттай адил юм. Түүний янз бүрийн гишгүүр дээр гарч, өгсөн уруудаж болно. Хэрэв та гүн бясалгал үйлдэх аваас таны өмнө ухамсрын бүх түвшин илтэд үзэгдэнэ. Эхний гишгүүр бол бие махбод, удаах гишгүүр нь тамир юм. Тамир гэдэг Энэтхэгийн гүн ухаанд хэрэглэгддэг нэр томъёо бөгөөд сэтгэлийн хөөрөл, түрэмгий, эрчит чанарыг агуулсан байдаг. Гурав дахь гишгүүр бол ухаан юм. Ухааны чанагш сэтгэлийн зүрх оршино. Сэтгэлийн зүрхэндээ л хүн сүнсний үйл хөдлөлийг мэдэрдэг. Сүнс бол бидний гүнд орших Бурханы гэгээн гэрэлт элч билээ. Тэрээр төрөл, үхэл доройтол буурлыг эс мэдэх агаад үүрдийн, үхэшгүй мөнхийн билээ. Сүнс шууд Бурханаас ирж, Бурхантай холбоотой байх агаад Бурхан өөдөө эргэн буцна.</p>
<p>Хүмүүн төрөл авахын өмнө сүнс, газар дэлхий дээр биелүүлэх бурханлаг зорилгынхоо талаар дотоод айлдварыг хүртдэг. Сүнс эрхэм зорилгоо бүрэн ухамсарлах боловч амьдралын маань явцад эгэл ухааны үйлдэл заримдаа сүнсний бурханлаг урамшил ба эрхэм зорилгыг далдлан хаах нь бий. Тийнхүү сүнсний эрхэм зорилго илтэд гарч эс чадна. Гагцхүү ухаан, зүрх, сүнснийхээ хамтаар тэмүүлсэн цагт бид энэ газар дэлхий дээр юуны төлөө амьдарч буйгаа олж мэдэх болно.</p>
<p><strong>Дотоод дуудлага</strong></p>
<p>Тэмүүлэл бол зүрхний маань гүнээс өөдлөн дээшлэх дуудлага юм. Бид дотоод дуудлагаараа тэнгэрлиг ухамсарт хөл тавина. Энэ дуудлага бол нэр алдрын төлөө биш. Энэ дуудлага бол амьдрал хэмээх завины Дотоод Жолоодогч болсон Бурхантай бүрэн төгс, хариу горьлолгүй нэгдэхийн төлөө байдаг.</p>
<p>Зарим хүн Дотоод Жолоодогч байдгийг огт мэддэггүй. Бас зарим нь Дотоод Жолоодогч байдгийг мэддэг хэрнээ Түүнтэй ямар нэг холбоо, харилцаатай байхыг хүсдэггүй. Чин сэтгэлт эрэлчин бээр Дотоод Жолоодогчтой байнга холбоотой байх шаардлагатайг ухаардаг. Дотор нь Бурхан залран байгааг мэдсэн төдийгөөр түүний сэтгэл эс ханана. Тэрбээр Бурханы ухамсарт оршиж, эргэх хоногийн туршид Түүнтэй хамт байхыг хүсдэг.</p>
<p>Бид өдөр тутмынхаа амьдралд Бурханыг бодит үнэн болгох ёстой. Бурханы оролцоо хамгаас чухал гэдгийг ухаарах учиртай. Хэрвээ хүн өдөр бүр хооллохгүй бол бие махбод өлбөрч туйлдана. Үүнтэй адил хэрэв өдөр бүр залбирч бясалгахгүй байвал сэтгэл зүрхээрээ өлбөрч байгаагаа бид ухаарах учиртай. Өр зүрхнээсээ нулимс асгаруулан тэмүүлэх үедээ бид, дээрээс Бурхан залран буухыг харна. Үлгэрлэвээс энэ нь нэгдүгээр ба гуравдугаар давхарт байгаа хоёр хүн уулзан учрахтай адил юм. Бид дээш хоёрдугаар давхарт гарахад Бурхан бээр доош хоёрдугаар давхарт буун морилно. Тэнд бид учран, бие биенээ биелүүлнэ. Хоёрдугаар давхарт хүрэх шатыг бид зүрхнийхээ уйлаанаар бүтээнэ. Энэ бол тэмүүллийн дуудлага бөгөөд буруу хэрэг тарьчихаад гэмшин унагах нулимс биш юм. Галын дөл ямагт өөдөө бадрах адил зүрх уйлан тэмүүлнэ. Уулын гол урсан буух мэт Бурхан бээр Элбэрэл юутайгаа доош заларна. Тэмүүлэл хийгээд Элбэрэл учран золгохуйд Бурхантай нэгдэхүй хэмээх тэнгэрлиг биеллийг бид олно.</p>
<p>Тиймээ, аливаа дотоод дуудлага бүхэн</p>
<p>Дуулдахгүй өнгөрөх ёсгүй.</p>
<p>Тэгэх ч жамгүй...</p>
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<h2>Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>December 1970</strong></p>
<p>December 2nd 1970 was a date that came to have supreme importance in our lives. In Glasgow it was a cold wet night, but Janani and I were heading out with some anticipation to hear a talk by a visiting spiritual teacher - Sri Chinmoy!</p>
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<p>We knew little or nothing about Guru, but the talk, at the University’s Catholic Chaplaincy, had been advertised for some weeks, with little A5 posters around campus. The posters showed a striking photograph of the Master in meditation - we would soon come to know it as the Transcendental! In a curve around the image were the words LOVE, DEVOTION, SURRENDER, and intriguingly the lettering style was a computer font. The suggestion was that this was a teacher for the modern world, the here and now.</p>
<p>The poster had first been drawn to my attention by my friend and fellow writer Tom McGrath (soon-to-be Nityananda!) He had been organising events on campus, and the Philosophy Society (who were promoting Guru’s talk) had asked him to help spread the word. I remember Janani and I sitting with Nityananda and his wife Shantishri, in their kitchen, looking at the poster and saying how powerful it was. But we did not really know what to expect.</p>
<p>For some time I had been reading spiritual books, mainly on Zen. I had been to hear a Buddhist teacher, Rimpoche Chogyam Trungpa. I had sat with Nityananda (again in his kitchen!) chanting the Hare Krishna mantra. I was clearly seeking something - a way, a path - but what it might be I had no idea.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/sri_chinmoy/images/sri-chinmoy-meditation-bw-500-hrishikesh.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />We came into the lecture room and were happy to see a fair number of people had turned up. Guru was standing at the back of the room in gold-yellow kurta and dhoti. He looked at us as we came in the door and I can only say I felt scanned by his gaze! I said to Janani, ‘Quite a presence,’ and we found seats near the front, next to Nityananda and Shantishri. The murmur of talk died down as Guru came to the front of the room and onto the platform where he stood a moment in silence with folded hands.</p>
<p>The wording on the poster had been Love, Devotion, Surrender, but the first words Guru spoke were the actual title of his talk: <em>Divine Duty and Supreme Reward</em>.</p>
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<p><em>"God thinks of His Duty. God meditates on His Duty. Man loves his reward. Man cries for his reward…" <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rbsxcf1" title="&gt; Sri Chinmoy, Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975." href="#footnote1_rbsxcf1">1</a></em></p>
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<p>The voice was mesmerising, musical, the delivery slow and incantatory. It was like nothing I had ever heard before, and I surrendered myself to its rhythms. The talk was not a lecture in any traditional sense. Nor was it a sermon. It was a heightened spiritual discourse. It was as if Guru had entered into meditation and was channelling the words, letting them speak through him.</p>
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<p>"In our life of realisation, duty is our divine pride, and reward is our glorious, Transcendental height." <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_d4htk79" title="Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 7, No. 1, 27 Aug. 1971, AUM Centre Press, 1971" href="#footnote2_d4htk79">2</a></p>
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<p>I have since read the talk and found it coherent, engaging and well structured. At the time I was simply following it as best I could. At moments the words came into focus with great clarity, and I found myself thinking, That’s just right! At other times I was simply looking at Guru, letting the words wash over me, amazed at what he was radiating, his being. At one point I could see a gold light around him, but my mind tried to dismiss it as a trick of the light - my eyes must be tired, his gold robes were causing a flicker against the colour of the wall behind him. But the image persisted.</p>
<p>After some time - I have no idea how long - Guru was winding down, concluding.</p>
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<p>"This is my last talk. My tour has come to an end….Yesterday I was in Ireland and today I am here in Scotland. What am I doing? I am trying with utmost sincerity to be of service to sincere seekers. Each individual has the capacity to be of service to others…" <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_g9pxnhi" title=" Sri Chinmoy, The oneness of the Eastern heart and the Western mind, part 1, Agni Press, 2003" href="#footnote3_g9pxnhi">3</a></p>
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<p>He chanted AUM, powerfully, and recited a prayer from Hindu scripture. He bowed to us with folded hands, then said if there were any questions he would do his best to answer them. A few people did indeed ask questions and in his replies he mentioned his path of meditation. In what, I think, was the last question, Nityananda asked how we could find out more about that, and if we could put it into practice. Guru said, very sweetly, that if anyone was interested, they could come and see him when the meeting was over. Then he looked at his watch and said, ‘In fact the meeting is over. You can come and see me now!’ He came off the stage and went out by the side door.</p>
<p>I have often thought of that moment, a turning point, the resonance of that one word. Now.</p>
<p>There must have been a slight delay while a small side room was made available. I was aware of the Catholic Chaplain saying (with what I thought was some consternation!) that he too had seen Guru’s aura of gold light. I overheard the University’s Professor of Logic saying to one of his acolytes, ‘It’s not exactly our kind of philosophy, is it?’ (And I thought, thank God for that!)</p>
<p>Then it was time to decide whether to go with Guru. Nityananda and I had both been deeply impressed by Guru, could see he was the real thing. But momentarily there was some kind of resistance, the stubbornness of the male ego. What are we getting into? But while we hesitated, Janani and Shantishri were already out the door. What could we do but follow?</p>
<p>There had been perhaps eighty people at the talk, but just seven of us went in to the little side room.</p>
<p>Guru sat on a chair and we sat on the floor in a little half-circle. Again there was that sweetness as he asked us each a little about ourselves. Then he said he would meditate with us.</p>
<p>He gave us very simple instructions. Keep the back straight, breathe through the nose. Focus on what he called the spiritual heart, in the centre of the chest. He asked us to close our eyes and imagine a flower there at the heart centre - a rose for the men, a lotus for the women. Then he said he would meditate on each of us.</p>
<p>What happened then was extraordinary. There were no fireworks, nothing huge or Transcendental, simply a profound sense of lightness and peace, an opening up. We all felt it, and we knew when he was concentrating directly on us.</p>
<p>Later I was to read something Guru wrote:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"When you meet a genuine spiritual Master, his silent gaze will teach you how to meditate."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>And that was it, exactly.</p>
<p>There was such a feeling of peace and light in the room. Everyone was smiling.</p>
<p>Guru had to leave to travel back to London and from there to his home in New York. He asked us to meditate every day and to meet together once a week as a group. He gave each of us a small Transcendental picture and told us we could meditate by concentrating on it, and he entrusted a bigger one to Nityananda to use in the group meetings.</p>
<p>The Master’s silent gaze…</p>
<p>A bright-eyed Canadian woman was accompanying Guru on his trip. We would come to know her as Alo Devi. She said we would look forward to our group meetings, like an oasis in the midst of our lives. I found it very touching. (And of course she was absolutely right!)</p>
<p>We said our Thank yous and Farewells and stepped out into the night.</p>
<p>We had found our Guru, or rather, our Guru had found us.</p>
<p>- Janaka Spence</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rbsxcf1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rbsxcf1">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bw-307">&gt; </a>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bw-307">Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, </a>Agni Press, 1975.<em></em></li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_d4htk79"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_d4htk79">2.</a> Sri Chinmoy, <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/aum-739">AUM — Vol. 7, No. 1, 27 Aug. 1971, </a>AUM Centre Press, 1971</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_g9pxnhi"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_g9pxnhi">3.</a> Sri Chinmoy, T<a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/oeh-90">he oneness of the Eastern heart and the Western mind, part 1, </a>Agni Press, 2003</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/meeting-sri-chinmoy-first-time">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Give me the chance to uplift you</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The first time I saw Guru’s face was on a poster in the Graduates Memorial Building in Trinity College Dublin. It was behind the glass of the Philosophical Society’s noticeboard; it was on a poster announcing a talk he was going to give on December 1, 1970. It was the Transcendental and it was the Transcendental that represented Guru on the front page of the Irish Times on December 2, 1970 in an article where a Guru was first called a Guru by a newspaper.</p>
<p>Guru’s first European tour was financed by Mahavishnu John McLaughlin, the famous guitarist. At the same time as Guru’s tour, Mahavishnu was also touring Europe. His wife Mahalakshmi and Alo Devi accompanied Guru and sometimes Guru’s visit to a city coincided with Mahavishnu’s. But in Dublin this was not the case.</p>
<p>Guru gave his talk as part of the Philosophical Society’s weekly meeting. The chairman of the ‘Phil’ was seated on a throne-like chair at the back of a low stage, almost dozing. Guru was standing in front of him to his right. He was standing near the edge of the stage and tapped it with his foot. He seemed to be in a trance. I don’t remember what the talk was about. It was abstract and lofty but did not appeal to reason or the intellect. It was obvious something unusual was happening.</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/images/with-sri-chinmoy/sri-chinmoy-bw-lecture-reading.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>At the end of the talk, Guru asked if Patrick O’Rourke’s friends were in the audience. We were, and we went up to the front of the room around Guru. He was then 39 years old; softness and sweetness were what I felt from him.</p>
<p>Guru asked if we would like to meditate with him. This met with broad agreement both from the friends of Patrick O’Rourke and several other people. Where to go? I happened to know that the top floor of the GMB was a large empty room so I proposed that. About 40 people trooped up the three flights of stairs. The room was empty except for the carpet. We all sat down on the floor in an arc around Guru. He meditated; we tried to meditate.</p>
<p>After the meditation of about 10 minutes Guru said,</p>
<blockquote>
<p><em>"People say beauty is skin deep but I say beauty is Soul deep.</em>"</p>
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<p>Guru asked if we would like to form a meditation group. He would meditate on us in New York and we would meditate in Dublin. I couldn’t see how that would work but a day of the week and a time was agreed upon: Mondays at 8pm.</p>
<p>Guru asked that the seekers who wished to be his students should write a short note, three to four lines long, telling him about themselves. Someone would collect them and bring them to his hotel, the Royal Hibernian in Dawson Street, which is no longer there. Guru said that he would read the notes and nominate one of us to be the leader of the group, though this did not have any spiritual significance, just someone to organise meetings and such like. A boy called Paul Eagan collected the notes of about 20 people and took them to the Hibernian. Guru wrote back short replies. He told me I would be happier if I followed his path and that I should learn to control my sexual desires. He asked Paul to be the leader of the group.</p>
<p>The first meeting we held was in the room at the top of the GMB. For me it was quite a striking experience. There is a poem of Guru’s Flower-Flames number 481 called <em>No Peace for You.</em></p>
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<p>No peace for you,<br/>
No satisfaction for you,<br/>
Unless you give me<br/>
The chance to uplift you<br/>
From the morass<br/>
Of your dogmatic empiricism.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote>
<p>I had been unable to understand how Guru’s meditating in New York could have any effect on what was happening in Dublin, but after this first meditation I was convinced I was mistaken.</p>
<p>The following weeks about 20 of us met in a room above the entrance portico of Trinity Chapel. The College Chaplain came one evening and said he felt the presence of the divine.</p>
<p>After Guru left, we all stopped using drugs. Several of us shared a frightening experience: the sensation that the world was going to end in the next minute or so. After some days this experience stopped. During the spring and summer terms the group met regularly. We received books from New York; Paul distributed them and wrote back to New York.</p>
<p>Sundar Dalton</p>
<hr/>
<p>Poem from Sri Chinmoy, <em><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff-481">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 5,</a></em> Agni Press, 1979</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/give-me-chance-uplift-you">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<div class="field-item"><p>My father&rsquo;s illness was unknown to me in the very beginning, as I was in New York with Sri Chinmoy and my father was back home in Australia I remember one evening Sri Chinmoy suddenly said to me, &ldquo;How is your father?&rdquo; I said I thought he was fine, but I was so surprised Sri Chinmoy was asking me.</p>
<p>It was May 1999 when Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s miracles with my father began. I called my father in Australia to see how he was, and he told me he was not feeling so good and had fainted in the shower. Now I realised why Sri Chinmoy was asking me how my father was. My brother Kishore and I felt that Sri Chinmoy had saved my father&rsquo;s life, as he had probably had a heart attack.</p>
<p>Two months later came Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s second miracle. My father was diagnosed with bowel cancer and had to have surgery immediately. After the operation, he was taken to intensive care. During the night, my father was suddenly having serious problems Doctors and nurses were anxiously attaching wires and equipment to him. He said later he felt he was in the middle of an American TV drama hospital series. He did not know he was having another heart attack.</p>
<p>My mother and Kishore were informed, and Kishore called me from Australia with such concern I had to get a message to Sri Chinmoy immediately, but Sri Chinmoy was in the middle of a Peace Concert and I did not want to interrupt him. Minutes, then hours, went by. Finally, Sri Chinmoy was given the message when he went home. Sri Chinmoy read the note and immediately started meditating on my father&rsquo;s soul. Sri Chinmoy told me later it was not a matter of hours or minutes but seconds before my father would have left the body. My father was extremely receptive to Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s force and he recovered from the heart attack. This was Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s third miracle.</p>

<p>Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s fourth miracle happened four days later. My father developed an infection and a second operation was required. Kishore, his wife Prashanta and my mother were by his side as the nurses prepared him for a second operation. My father pulled the sheet over his face as he did not want them to see his tears.</p>
<p>After this operation, my father described his inner experiences to Kishore &mdash; they can only confirm Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s inner workings, his love and compassion. At one point, my father saw many guardians around him and around the hospital. He saw a death force trying to cross a river to take him, but the guardians protected my father and it drowned. One guardian was very close to my father and said, &ldquo;Do not worry. Everything is going to be all right.&rdquo; My father saw one of the guardians capture a death force with a golden net. My father told us he felt so protected the entire time.</p>
<p>A year had just passed when Sri Chinmoy compassionately saved my father&rsquo;s life again. In September 2000 there were complications from the previous two operations and now a third operation was necessary. I was competing in our 700-mile race at Wards Island and my family and friends hesitated to tell me about my father&rsquo;s condition. Finally they informed me, and I spoke with my father a few hours before his operation. He knew Sri Chinmoy was with him and always protecting him. This time, as before, the operation went well.</p>
<p>In August 2002 my mother and father visited New York for ten days. When they first arrived, my father said to me, &ldquo;Will everyone know I am the miracle?&rdquo;</p>
<p>During their stay, my father was loved by everyone he met. He seemed to charm everyone with his sweetness, kindness and caring nature. All these qualities and more have come so much to the fore since he developed such a strong inner connection with Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>One day Sri Chinmoy honoured my parents in his &ldquo;Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart&rdquo; programme by lifting them overhead. My father was weeping, his heart filled with gratitude, as I introduced him and his miracle story. During their visit, Sri Chinmoy said to me, &ldquo;If it were not for this Indian village boy, your father would have gone to Heaven long ago.&rdquo;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/will-everyone-know-i-am-miracle">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>50th Anniversary of Sri Chinmoy&#039;s first European Lecture Tour</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/newsimages/2021/50booklet.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />50 years ago - during the winter of 1970 - Sri Chinmoy made his first European Lecture Tour, offering several university talks at prestigious universities around the UK, Ireland, France and Switzerland.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's students in those countries have released a commemorative booklet to mark the occasion, with many charming and illumining stories about their own spiritual lives.</p>

<p>Sri Chinmoy's first university talk was at the ancient city of Canterbury, at the University of Kent with the title <em><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrp-1">Is death the end?</a></em> Other university lectures included <em>How to conquer fear</em> in Paris and <em>The University</em> at Oxford's Keble College</p>
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<p>In these early talks, Sri Chinmoy sought to demystify spiritual philosophy, and offer a practical and direct understanding spiritual life of the world and spiritual life we face. The talks have a very mantric quality, with sentences that could serve as mantras in their own right.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy would often begin a talk with a short meditation and, after the talk, invited questions on spiritual topics. The talks were well received by audiences of up to 300, with many attendees offering comments of appreciation after the talk; a common observation was how Sri Chinmoy appeared to be imbued with peace, even whilst giving the talk and answering a variety of questions.</p>
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<blockquote>
<p>Aspiration. What do we mean by this term? The inner cry, the mounting flame within us. Aspiration is reality’s constant necessity.</p>
<p>Receptivity. How can we have receptivity? We can have receptivity if we grow into purity and sincerity. When sincerity and purity loom large and important in our earthly existence, then we can easily have receptivity.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>Talk: <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrp-10">The Higher Worlds</a>, University of Cambridge, 23 Nov 1970.</em></p>
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<p>During these university talks, Sri Chinmoy also established his first European meditation centres. After the talk, seekers often came up to Sri Chinmoy to say they were moved by his talk and would like to become his disciple. Some of the earliest Sri Chinmoy Centres were established at this time, including Janaka and Janani Spence who helped to found the first Scottish centre in Glasgow - a Sri Chinmoy Centre, which continues to this day.</p>
<p>In Ireland, Sri Chinmoy's arrival was covered by the Irish press, which published interviews with him in four major newspapers. Sri Chinmoy gave also gave a talk on <em>Attachment and Detachment</em> at Trinity College, Dublin on 1 December. Sundar Dalton, who was present at that first talk mentioned how he went out of curiosity on the encouragement of a friend:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Sri Chinmoy had a strong spiritual vibration I had never experienced before. I felt he was truly sincere and found myself wanting to continue. After the talk, we went to a small room at the top of Trinity College, where we meditated with Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p><strong>Sundar Dalton</strong><br/>
<em>describing his experiences at that talk</em></p>
</blockquote>
<p>Sundar Dalton helped found an early Dublin Centre, before moving to Paris and then New York, where he has been a disciple of Sri Chinmoy for the past 50 years.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoys-first-european-lecture-tour-50th-anniversary">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race 2020</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On 13 September 2020, the Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race began in Salzburg Austria, with five intrepid runners from Italy, Ireland, Austria, Czech Republic and Slovakia taking to the start line.</p>
<p>Over the next seven weeks, the runners will endeavour to complete the epic challenge of running 3,100 miles (just shy of 5,000km) which means they must maintain an average of 60 miles ( 96 km) a day.</p>
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<p>For the past 23 years, the race has been run in Jamaica, Queens, New York. However, it was clearly not possible to run the race this year in New York as usual. But many runners and race supporters were keen to maintain this special annual race, and so finally (after exploring courses in the Czech Republic and Slovakia) a venue has been found in Salzburg, Austria. The race field has been limited to five runners and will strictly adhere to local health standards to ensure the safety of runners and helpers.</p>
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<p>The race was founded by spiritual teacher and ultra-runner pioneer Sri Chinmoy, who saw distance running as a vehicle to enable runners to bring to the fore their physical, mental and spiritual capacities to complete this unique challenge. This year will mark the 24th edition of the race.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“We have to believe in a higher Power.   <br/>
Only by believing in a higher Power   <br/>
Can we go beyond and beyond   <br/>
Our limited, human capacity.”</p>
<p>    <strong>– Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote>
<p>In this year's race, these are the five runners:</p>
<ul>
<li>Nirbhasa Magee, 41 (IRL), living in Reykjavik, Iceland - 3 finishes, ranked 22nd</li>
<li>Ananda-Lahari Zuscin, 45, Kosice Slovakia - 6 finishes, ranked 25th</li>
<li>Ushika Muckenhumer, 52, Salzburg, Austria - 1 finish, ranked 30th</li>
<li>Andrea Marcato, 38 (ITA), living in Zurich, Switzerland - first-time runner, two times over 1000km in 10 day race</li>
<li>Milan Javornicky, 46, Celakocice, CZE  - first-time runner, 569 miles in ten-day race</li>
</ul>
<p>Over the next two months, you will be able to follow the race through <a href="https://3100.srichinmoyraces.org">photos, videos and race reports</a>. Definitely we welcome visitors trackside, so if you are in the area (or if it's safe to travel) please come and stop by! We hope you will be inspired by the efforts and inspiration of the runners in this race. Race Director Rupantar Larosso who lives in NY, US said on the eve of the race "It is great the race is going ahead and I wish all the runners and supporters the best of  luck"</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoy-self-transcendence-3100-mile-race-2020">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Big me. Little me</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Bhashini</strong><br/>
<strong><em>London, England</em></strong></p>
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<blockquote>
<p>Your mind has<br/>
A flood of questions.<br/>
There is but one teacher<br/>
Who can answer them.<br/>
Who is the teacher?<br/>
Your silence-loving heart.</p>
<p><strong>&ndash; Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy</strong></p>
</blockquote>
<hr/>
<p>This was the dream:</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s the early hours of the morning.</p>
<p>The sound of the doorbell ringing wakes me from my alcohol-induced stupor.</p>
<p>I get out of bed, still in my clothes from the night before, make-up smeared on my face.</p>
<p>Over the full ashtrays and piles of dirty clothes, I step, past the fallout from a late night, drunken game of indoor cricket, played with an empty wine bottle and a tennis ball. Broken things litter the floor.</p>
<p>I open the front door.</p>
<p>The instructor from my meditation classes is standing there. He gives a polite Japanese bow.</p>
<p>He speaks softly and reverentially, &ldquo;I&rsquo;d like to introduce you to Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He gestures towards a tall, athletic-looking Indian man in shining blue robes.</p>
<p>Before I can say anything, the tall man strides past me into the flat.</p>
<p>Purposeful. A man on a mission.</p>
<p>&ldquo;He&rsquo;s come to clear up,&rdquo; I think.</p>
<p>I turn round and look at the mess behind me.</p>
<p>He&rsquo;s got his work cut out.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>I got off the train in Berlin. No plans, no direction, nowhere to sleep that night. All I had was a <em>Lonely Planet Guide</em> and the firm conviction that it was time for my life to change.</p>
<p>As part of my degree course in Modern European Languages, I&rsquo;d spent the previous eight months in the south of France with two of my fellow students. With very few assignments to do and the French government paying most of our rent, we&rsquo;d had more money in our pockets and more time on our hands than we were used to. The wine was far too cheap. Although I&rsquo;d spent some of the time productively &ndash; learning to ski, giving up smoking, volunteering for a homeless charity &ndash; the rest was a hazy blur and those things I did remember I was now trying to forget.</p>
<p>A friend had lent me Herman Hesse&rsquo;s <em>Siddhartha</em>, recommending it as a &ldquo;good book.&rdquo; In the retelling of the Buddha&rsquo;s journey from Prince to Enlightened One, I came across the concept of reincarnation for the first time &ndash; being born again and again in different bodies, each lifetime taking us closer to the ultimate goal of spiritual realisation. For me it was more than a good book. It was a call to action, a call to start searching for life&rsquo;s deeper meaning, to strive for something higher and more fulfilling than the &lsquo;normal&rsquo; life had to offer. Why hadn&rsquo;t this book had the same effect on my friends? Was I weird?</p>
<p>Soon enough I&rsquo;d found accommodation and a part-time job in the kitchen of an Irish pub. At the market I bought a book about meditation and a cassette of Tibetan singing bowls. Back home, I lay on the floor and listened to the cassette. An hour later I woke up unsure whether I&rsquo;d had a deep meditation or just an afternoon nap.</p>
<p>In the museum at Checkpoint Charlie I&rsquo;d seen a display of some of Gandhi&rsquo;s writings. In one he said that if you don&rsquo;t know what to do with your life, try fasting for a day. This will take you inwards to a clearer mental state and help you find direction.</p>
<p>I decided to try it once a week. My kitchen shift finished with a pint of Guinness &ndash; it was free. Who says no to free Guinness? After that, I&rsquo;d fast for 24 hours. There&rsquo;s an island nature reserve called <em>Pfaueninsel</em> (Peacock Island), a short ferry ride from Berlin. I used to go there on my fast days to walk slowly and commune with nature.</p>
<p>If I had to define what I was looking for, I thought, I&rsquo;d call it a sense of oneness with all around me, a feeling of connectedness with all of nature and humanity.</p>
<p>One day, walking to work, my head full of my new spiritual ideas, I spotted a poster. It was stuck to a wall, slightly set back from the road. It showed an Indian man in purple robes, with his eyes closed, playing a stringed instrument I didn&rsquo;t recognize. There were trees in the background. He looked as if he were in a kind of a trance. My immediate thought was, &ldquo;He has what I&rsquo;m looking for.&rdquo; Somehow I could tell he&rsquo;d achieved the elusive state of oneness with everything around him, of connectedness with all of nature and humanity that I myself had wished to attain. There was a timelessness about him, as if he belonged to the distant past, yet he was wearing a digital wristwatch. I was struck by this incongruity: he seemed so ancient, yet here he was, obviously living in the modern day world.</p>
<p>I gazed, mesmerised for a few minutes, and then looked at what was written underneath the picture. This man was giving a Peace Concert in Berlin. The only trouble was the Concert was in May 1992. It was now June 1993.</p>
<p>And I was late for work.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>I returned to Edinburgh in September to complete my final year of university. For the past three years I&rsquo;d done the minimum amount of study, devoting myself instead to alcohol, nightclubs and amateur dramatics. If I wanted to get my degree I&rsquo;d have to work hard this year. At the same time I was beginning to see the limitations of the intellectual world. I sat in the university library &ndash; six floors packed with shelves and shelves of books &ndash; the collected knowledge of humanity. Was there even one book in this whole place that could show me what I was looking for? I&rsquo;d spent most of my life developing my mind. Was I happy? Was I fulfilled? Books could only take me so far. If I wanted to go beyond the mind, I&rsquo;d have to learn to meditate properly and that meant finding a class.</p>
<p>The first class I went to didn&rsquo;t quite do it for me. Led by two women, we practised different techniques: walking round the room in silence, chanting, speaking in tongues, lying on the floor to release our primal screams. Somehow I knew this wasn&rsquo;t what I was looking for. A final objection was the cost. Five pounds per class was a lot for a penniless student.</p>
<p>The next day in the lunch queue I was telling my flatmate I&rsquo;d been to a meditation class. &ldquo;Oh, did you go to that place next to Greyfriars Bobby?&rdquo; (Our landmarks in those days were all pubs.) &ldquo;You should try that one, it&rsquo;s free. I think it&rsquo;s called the Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy Centre.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Later that week I saw a poster stuck to the noticeboard of the German Department. It showed a big square maze with a figure at the centre of it, seated in meditation. It was advertising a class given by the Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy Centre. I made a mental note of the time and location and duly showed up, only to find I&rsquo;d gone to the wrong place. The class was being held at George IVth Bridge Library and I&rsquo;d gone to George Square Library.</p>
<p>The enormous wave of disappointment which overcame me took me by surprise. On the face of it, this was just another class like all the other classes I attended on a daily basis. Why was this one so important to me? Fortunately, it seemed the Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy Centre was quite active, and I soon found another class I could go to.</p>
<p>About twelve of us sat on the floor round the edge of a blue-carpeted room, listening to a young man talk. He spoke about our existence as being like a huge mansion with many rooms. Most of the time we stay only in our mind-room. Meditation was a way of getting out of our mind-room and exploring all the other rooms we had inside us. This struck a deep chord with me, but by now I was impatient. I was already convinced of the benefits of meditation; I just wanted someone to show me how to do it.</p>
<p>After some relaxation, breathing and concentration exercises, the instructor asked us to look at a large framed black-and-white photograph that was hanging on the wall. He explained that this was a photograph of Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy&rsquo;s face, and that it was taken when Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy had entered into a very high meditation. As such it represented an elevated state of consciousness in which the human personality was dissolved. It was called the Transcendental Picture. By meditating on it we could identify with that state and achieve a high meditation ourselves. This sounded like an unlikely story to me, but I was aware that I knew next to nothing about meditation, so I resolved not to rule anything out. I&rsquo;d give it a try.</p>
<p>I relaxed and focused my eyes on the photograph. Almost immediately, extraordinary things started happening. As I looked at the face, the features began changing rapidly. I would see a baby, then the features would quickly change into those of an old man, then a young woman, then a small boy. The images came one after another. It was as if I were seeing a thousand different faces inside this one photograph &ndash; male, female, all ages, all the different races of the world, all of humanity in one simple photograph. Throughout this experience, my mind was telling me that what I was seeing was impossible, but in my heart I was feeling so much joy. Here was oneness. Here was connectedness. Here was what I&rsquo;d been looking for, for such a long time.</p>
<p>The class was early in the evening, so there was time to go for a swim afterwards. Every time I closed my eyes to go underwater I could see the Transcendental Picture as if imprinted on my eyelids. Rather than scaring me, this reassured me. Here, I felt, was someone who was on my side, who&rsquo;d be a very dear friend to me for as long as I wanted him to be.</p>
<p>That should have been the end, a happy ever after, but as it was my mind needed a lot more convincing. Was this the right path for me? Was it safe even? Everyone knew groups like these only wanted to take your money and force you to join a harem. My friends urged me to be wary.</p>
<p>After one of the meditation classes another attendee voiced similar doubts. &ldquo;You have to listen to your heart,&rdquo; replied the instructor. &ldquo;If this kind of meditation gives you joy and a sense of peace, it&rsquo;s probably right for you. If it doesn&rsquo;t, you should look for another meditation practice.&rdquo; Instantly this put my fears to rest. Surely, if they wanted to exploit me, they wouldn&rsquo;t be telling me to listen to my heart! Right now my heart was shouting with joy and I ran all the way home.</p>
<p>The instructor told us that it was easier to meditate in a group than alone, because together we created a certain kind of spiritual energy which helped us. It definitely felt to me like this was true. My scientist friends disagreed. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s nonsense. You can&rsquo;t create energy through meditation.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I sat on the bus trying to puzzle it out. &ldquo;Do you know how electricity works?&rdquo; asked a voice inside me. &ldquo;Do you need to know how it works to use it and get benefits from it? Do you know how this bus works? Do you need to know how the bus works to ride it and let it take you home?&rdquo;</p>
<p>This was the first time I clearly saw the difference between big me and little me. Big me was my heart and soul, my deeper self, which wanted to love and embrace the world, the part of myself I&rsquo;d been ignoring up till now. Little me was my limiting mind, which wanted to categorize and put things in boxes. It didn&rsquo;t want to expand. It was all too easy to listen to little me when what big me was saying was challenging and uncomfortable. The instructor was advocating getting up at six o&rsquo;clock in the morning to meditate, running to keep the body fit and giving up alcohol altogether. Big me was ready and willing. Little me was having a tantrum and wanted to give up.</p>
<p>In spite of this conflict, I always felt an underlying certainty which I couldn&rsquo;t ignore. It was there when I woke up in the morning and when I went to bed at night. &ldquo;If you give up now, you&rsquo;ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.&rdquo; It seemed if I stuck with it, I&rsquo;d have a shot at happiness, peace, purpose and complete, total fulfilment. If I quit, I&rsquo;d live a half-life, always wondering what could have been, what I could have become.</p>
<p>I imagined living the rest of my life in one small room, never having explored all the other rooms in my mansion. I started dreaming that I saw doors in my house that I&rsquo;d not noticed before. They opened onto vast rooms, sometimes whole wings. They were dusty and unused, sometimes filled with outdated or broken furniture, but, as estate agents put it, they had potential.</p>
<p>In one of the classes the instructor told us that Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy had just completed one million bird drawings. &ldquo;What a waste of time, drawing one million of the same thing!&rdquo; said left-brained, little me, fresh out of the debating room. But as I walked out of the front door, my heart exploded with joy. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s drawn ONE MILLION BIRDS!&rdquo; I shouted with delight at no one in particular and once again ran all the way home.</p>
<p>My exams were getting closer. Every Tuesday I would sit in the library and think to myself, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not going to meditation tonight. I have to study.&rdquo; As eight o&rsquo;clock approached, I would tell myself again, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m really not going to meditation tonight. I really do have to study.&rdquo; At five to eight I would throw my pen down and run down the stairs, out of the library and across the university grounds. I&rsquo;d arrive at the class late and out of breath but with joy in my heart.</p>
<p>The instructor told me that ideally I would meet Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy in person at this stage of my involvement, but as that wasn&rsquo;t possible &ndash; he lived in New York &ndash; I could send Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy a photo of myself and he would meditate on it and connect with my soul. The instructor was leaving for New York in a few days&rsquo; time, and if I dropped off my photo at the Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy Centre before then, he could take it with him.</p>
<p>More nonsense. I definitely wasn&rsquo;t going to do that. Nonetheless, on the day the instructor was due to leave, I found myself running to the photo booth in the student union, cutting a photo of a panting, slightly surprised girl with messy hair off from a strip of four, putting it in an envelope and posting it through the Centre letterbox. As I walked home I looked at the three remaining photos. I could barely recognise myself. I was smiling.</p>
<p>Two weeks later, my flatmates and I had a party. Around two in the morning we were playing cricket in the hallway with an empty wine bottle and a tennis ball. I fell asleep in my clothes. That night I had a dream....</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>Alcohol was a big hurdle for me. University social life revolved around beer. I&rsquo;d seen too many brilliant people destroy themselves with drink though, and secretly, I&rsquo;d wanted to stop for a long time. Now I was determined to give it a try. I wrote on a piece of paper: &lsquo;Wendy Neve has given up alcohol 2/8/94&rsquo; and stuck it on my mirror.</p>
<p>I tried.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Why are you drinking water? Just have a half. Go on, just have a half,&rdquo; my friends chorused.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&ldquo;Why are you drinking halves? Have a pint, what&rsquo;s wrong with you?&rdquo; Soon the piece of paper looked like this:</p>
<p>Wendy Neve has given up alcohol 2/8/94</p>
<ul>
<li>3/8/94</li>
<li>4/8/94</li>
<li>5/8/94</li>
<li>6/8/94</li>
</ul>
<p>Eventually, there were no more crossings out. I took the piece of paper down. I didn&rsquo;t drink anymore.</p>
<p>Running was the next hurdle. I&rsquo;d never been athletic. Shorter and weedier than my classmates, I&rsquo;d always been picked last for teams and had spent much of my school-life devising ingenious ways to get out of Games. Still, I could see the sense in it. Meditation was keeping the inner me healthy; running would do the same for the outer me. So I put on my clubbing trainers and headed for Edinburgh&rsquo;s Peace Mile. Twice I sprinted round it at breakneck speed, collapsing at the end in a nauseous heap, my muscles on fire.</p>
<p>It hadn&rsquo;t occurred to me I could just jog.</p>
<p>By now I was meditating when I woke up every morning. Six o&rsquo;clock was still far too early for me, and I only managed it when I&rsquo;d just got home from a long night out. My mind was becoming clearer and my heart lighter. In the meditation classes, we practised singing some of the thousands of songs Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy had composed. Some were slow and soulful; others light and joyful &ndash; they made me smile; still others were dynamic and energising. I sang a few of them at home every morning after I meditated. They brightened my day. It didn&rsquo;t bother me so much when my flatmates drank all the milk and left me none for my morning cup of tea.</p>
<p>One day as I was walking home from the shops, a woman smiled at me; a little further along another woman smiled at me, then an old man, then a teenager, then some children. At first I enjoyed it but as it continued it started to unsettle me. This wasn&rsquo;t normal. Was there something wrong with me? Had I put my clothes on back to front? Was there something stuck to my face? Maybe they were all laughing at me. By the time I got home I was completely freaked out. Dropping my shopping in the hallway, I slumped against the wall. On the wall opposite, at head height, was a mirror. I caught sight of my reflection &ndash; I was smiling the biggest ear-to-ear grin I&rsquo;d ever seen on myself. That explained it, I supposed.</p>
<p>Later, I was hanging out my laundry.</p>
<p>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s that?&rdquo; asked my flatmate.</p>
<p>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a sari. We wear them for meditation. Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy says it helps to wear something specific you don&rsquo;t wear for anything else.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Not a very nice one is it?&rdquo; He was right. It was bright orange with big pink, yellow and green flowers printed all over it. It looked like a pair of curtains from the seventies.</p>
<p>Why did I like it so much?</p>
<p>Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy had several requirements for his students. I&rsquo;d been a vegetarian since I was sixteen and I&rsquo;d quit smoking the previous year. Alcohol was now taken care of, and I hadn&rsquo;t even wanted to do drugs for quite a few months. Now it turned out that relationships were also on the banned list. If you were single he expected you to stay that way. No more boyfriends.</p>
<p>&ldquo;OK, well here&rsquo;s the perfect excuse to give up,&rdquo; I thought. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s ridiculous to expect people to live like monks in today&rsquo;s world. Besides, it&rsquo;s impossible, surely.&rdquo; I&rsquo;d quit this meditation lark straightaway and find something else to do with my life. They&rsquo;d pushed me too far with this one. As I walked home, I expected to feel relieved, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Instead I was hit by another enormous wave of disappointment. I&rsquo;d got so much out of this. I&rsquo;d cleaned up my life and I was happier and healthier than I&rsquo;d ever been. Was I really ready to abandon it now? Why did I get the impression I&rsquo;d be throwing away something precious, irreplaceable even?</p>
<p>If I were honest with myself, wasn&rsquo;t I a bit fed up with the whole relationship game anyway? It had always felt a bit like acting. I felt like I was playing the role of so-and-so&rsquo;s girlfriend: lines to be learned and recited at the appropriate moments, particular behaviours to be adopted in particular situations, codes of conduct to be adhered to. I&rsquo;d seen so many of my friends morph into their boyfriends&rsquo; counterparts &ndash; taking on his likes and dislikes, his turns of phrase, even his mannerisms sometimes. Wouldn&rsquo;t it be nice to live just for myself for a while? To find out who I really was? Did I really like Jimi Hendrix&rsquo;s music? Iain Banks&rsquo; novels? Mexican food?</p>
<p>I&rsquo;d finished my degree by now. Most of my university friends had moved away, which had made adjusting to my new lifestyle a little easier. I was working temporarily in a vegetarian restaurant and planning to travel to Egypt in the autumn to study to become an English teacher (the Cairo teaching course was half the price of the UK one and the qualification was the same). I&rsquo;d already had the inoculations I needed and arranged to stay with a friend of a friend who had a flat there. Maybe I could postpone it for a year? I could give the spiritual life a try. Just for a year. If it worked out, well and good. If not, I&rsquo;d just pick up where I left off, but with a deeper sense of who I really was. I made my decision.</p>
<p>It was now that I felt relieved, as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from my shoulders.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>In October 1994 I heard that Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy would be going to Rome to meet with Mother Teresa. I would finally be able to see him in the flesh. A group of his students decided to hire a bus to drive us there. We met at Kings Cross Station &ndash; a disparate bunch: male, female, young, old, different races. One young woman, about my age, greeted me with, &ldquo;Welcome to your first nightmare disciple trip.&rdquo; The route took us across the Channel and through France and Germany. There was plenty of time for singing, meditation, joking and telling stories about life with Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy, stories which filled me with wonder and anticipation. They seemed to me like an alien race; they spoke a different language. They didn&rsquo;t say they didn&rsquo;t like someone, they said they didn&rsquo;t &ldquo;feel much oneness&rdquo; with them; they were never in a bad mood, instead they were in a &ldquo;low consciousness.&rdquo; Nonetheless I couldn&rsquo;t help feeling at home with them, comfortable and safe.</p>
<p>When we arrived at the campsite in Rome where we were to stay for the night, I had a St. Peter moment. As I watched the others play frisbee, one of the campsite workers, who happened to be English, came up to me. He inquired, &ldquo;Are you with that bunch of weirdos?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&nbsp;&ldquo;Not really,&rdquo; I replied. &ldquo;I just came along for the ride.&rdquo; Later, as one of the girls helped me put on a sari before the function with Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy, my conscience pricked. This bunch of weirdos had been kind to me. I saw sincerity in them. They were genuinely trying to improve themselves and make the world a better place.</p>
<p>I was far from relaxed about seeing Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy for the first time. My questioning mind was resisting with all its might, shouting louder than ever, making me confused and nervous. When we arrived at the function hall where we were to meet with Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy that evening, I saw him standing on the stage, meditating with folded hands. I tried to feel my heart, but it was as if it were totally blocked, drowned out by the commotion going on in my head. Around me were several hundred women in saris and men in white. They all seemed to know each other. I felt completely out of place, a square peg in a round hole. Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy was talking now and I tried to listen but I couldn&rsquo;t hear anything. All I could feel was the pain in my head.</p>
<p>I gave up and picked up a book someone had left on the chair next to me. It was a book of talks Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy had given to seekers. I opened it at a random page, where Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy was saying that if any of them wanted to become his disciples they could send him an application. If he was the right teacher for them, he would accept them. If not, he would tell them to look elsewhere. My chaotic mind snatched this information and turned it on its head: I&rsquo;d never applied to be a disciple. Sure, I&rsquo;d sent him a photo six months ago but that was something different &ndash; something to do with contacting my soul. If I&rsquo;d never applied then I&rsquo;d never been accepted. If I&rsquo;d never been accepted then I&rsquo;d been rejected. If I&rsquo;d been rejected then I wasn&rsquo;t good enough, I was useless, unworthy, unlovable. All my insecurities came to the fore and I spiralled downwards. I slumped in my chair and let the dark cloud of self-created misery envelop me.</p>
<p>All of a sudden I heard Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy&rsquo;s voice. &ldquo;I have accepted you,&rdquo; he said in loud, clear tones! Those were the first words I&rsquo;d understood all night. &ldquo;I have accepted you and you have accepted me,&rdquo; he continued. &ldquo;Now we must prove ourselves to each other, prove that we are worthy of our mutual acceptance.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Instantly the cloud of misery dispersed.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>I stood on the ferry&rsquo;s deck and gazed at the sunlight reflected on the water below, my heart lit with hope. Silently I spoke to Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy. I thanked him for accepting me and promised to do my best to prove myself worthy of him. As England&rsquo;s shores came into view I knew that this time it was a new me coming home.</p>
<p>At Dover we compared passport photos on the bus. Mine had been taken a year previously. &ldquo;It doesn&rsquo;t look like you,&rdquo; said one of the others. &ldquo;Now you&rsquo;ve got a disciple consciousness.&rdquo;</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>I ended the year in Cambridge with a group of Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy&rsquo;s disciples who&rsquo;d got together to meditate for the New Year. The meditation room was decorated with paper snowflakes. Orange-blossom incense filled the air. We sang Sri&nbsp;Chinmoy&rsquo;s song, &lsquo;Vishnu Debata&rsquo; &ndash; O my beloved Lord Vishnu. In the Hindu trinity, Vishnu is the preserver, the one who sustains us. My heart was full of gratitude, my happiness complete. Tears fell.</p>
<p>As I left the meditation room I saw a poster on the wall that I hadn&rsquo;t noticed before. It showed an Indian man in purple robes, playing a stringed instrument with his eyes closed. There were trees in the background.</p>
<p>A memory stirred.</p>
<p>More tears.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/big-me-little-me">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A simple humble way to make a difference</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Some of Sri Chinmoy's students are doctors and nurses, and we often hear how hospital staff are searching for more courage, strength, endurance and cheerfulness – for the medical staff as well as the patients. So we tried to do our part in our own small way.</p>
<h2>Food delivery</h2>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/newsimages/2020/img-20200416-wa0016.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When the pandemic was at its worst in <strong>New York</strong>, some of Sri Chinmoy's students donated money so that our local New York restaurants - Annam Brahma and Smile of the Beyond - could send 15-25 meals to Queens Hospital each day.</p>
<p>The nursing director and also the administrative the director of the emergency ward called every day, in spite of their intense schedule, to express their gratitude on behalf of the emergency room staff. Many did not have time to go to the cafeteria to get food. Often we would tape one of Sri Chinmoy's aphorisms taped onto the mealbox: they said the first time the staff received it and read the aphorism, it was the first time they had seen a smile on their faces.</p>
<p>The restaurant Pranaya in Zlín, Czech Republic also had a very nice experience for a few months sending food for local hospital workers.</p>
<h2>Banners of hope</h2>
<p>Through our Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles service, we are trying some simple humble ways to make a difference. For example, we have prepared banners and posters of different sizes with haiku-like positive affirmations on such topics as Hope, Endurance, Cheerfulness, Positive thoughts, Courage, Compassion, Kindness – all of a universal nature.</p>
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<h2>Hospitals in Italy</h2>
<p>In March, at the height of the spread of Covid-19 in Italy, a message of hope spread throughout the country: “Andrà tutto bene”, meaning “Everything will be alright”. Laura Alongi, our co-ordinator, discovered a poem by Sri Chinmoy that included the English phrase, and created the banner shown here. Banners like these were placed in hospitals all over Italy.</p>
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<h2>Kind remarks</h2>
<p>Some of the remarks we have heard from these posters....</p>
<p>    “Are these for us? Oh…then you love us.<br/>
    “It’s just the right message for me”<br/>
    “I’m waiting for this message”<br/>
    “They are so powerful, I will frame them”<br/>
    “It did me a lot of good, Doctor, you cannot understand what they meant to me”</p>
<p>One person applauded spontaneously after reading them. The poems appreciated most by customers were those about hope, smiling, and endurance.</p>
<p><strong>Related pages</strong></p>
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<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/messages-hope-portugal">Messages of hope from Portugal</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/simple-humble-way-make-difference">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Impact of a Yogi on My Life</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>Agni (José Luis Casanova) was an early disciple of Sri Chinmoy from Puerto Rico. In 1966, Puerto Rico became the first place where Sri Chinmoy established a spiritual centre. </em></p>
<p><em>Agni was a founding member of the Puerto Rico centre and arranged Sri Chinmoy's early meetings, interviews and activities in Puerto Rico. In those early days, Agni served as photographer, translator and transcriber for his Master Sri Chinmoy. The following article was written by Agni on 4 September 1968.</em></p>
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<p>When I met Sri Chinmoy Kumar Ghose, I was vanquished, defeated, done for, dead, or so I thought. For the ordinary common occupations of human life I was pretty much alive and kicking. I had congenial work; perfect health – the Supreme had seen fit to endow me with a strong body that seems to resist all disease or discomfort, for which I thank Him – family and friends are very comforting. But I never intended to live a humdrum ordinary human life, I had aimed at the Transcendental Knowledge, I had wanted to possess the Absolute Truth.</p>
<p>In my way to the top of this seemingly inaccessible peak I had been cut and bruised and with mind and heart scarred from the multiple falls through abysmal precipices I had been forced to quit the race, not with cowardice in my heart but with a realistic feeling that I by myself without somebody else’s help was actually unable to reach the Goal. In this dark night of the human soul was I, sometimes wondering if it were not best to dissolve into nothingness, to cease to be a conscious being, to fuse forever in the shadows of not being, when I met Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>What he saw in my ragged and bloody sinews he has never told me, but instantly he started to work in me. With his Infinite Compassion he projected from himself into my being a green ray of new life. This new life took root in me. Mind and body were revitalised, hope reborn. Talents long forgotten that lay rusty in the recesses of my consciousness came again to life as if by a magic touch.</p>
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<p>"You have got a Guru, Agni, so your problem is over and your aspiration is most intense. I say it with the very depth of my heart that this Guru of yours will never fail you. You will always be in the inmost recesses of his heart. He will carry you, carry you to the Golden Shore of the Beyond."</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>A conversation with Agni, 15 January 1968</em></p>
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<p>All doubts and negative feelings that had for so long cluttered my mind and heart started to melt away like snow at the caress of the summer sun. My problems and difficulties, the long-standing obstacles that had so long remained totally blocking my advance were dissolved in the light of his Wisdom Divine. And more important than everything, I am becoming more and more open to his all-pervading Purity. To be sure, I have not reached my Goal yet but it makes all the difference in the world when you are travelling with the help of an experienced and all-powerful guide who has been there and who can carry you by the safest and least precipitous way.</p>
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<p>Ordinarily we approach God-Knowledge or Truth transcendental as we would approach any other subject or mundane science. We know there is a mountain and we want to climb it in our own way and by our own forces. Soon Sri Chinmoy pointed to us the fallacy of this approach. It is God’s Grace that can bring us to a happy rendezvous with our Goal. We have to surrender ourselves, all that we are and have at the Feet of the Supreme; devotedly, lovingly we need to make use of the wings of the soul that heeds always the homecoming call of the Father. It is no abstract task for the mind to perform with a mathematical formula, it is more a task for the heart, for our whole being.</p>
<p> To travel with Sri Chinmoy is like travelling in a modern jet plane. The ease of the take-off, the immense power of the engines, the loving care and attention, the smooth powerful climb, all is there. The certainty of exact flying instruments and a wise and knowing captain are there also. Some persons approaching him for the first time are totally deceived by his humble demeanour, his kind, affectionate talk and his simple dress devoid of all ostentation. If they do not possess a real inner call they most probably will pass him by without recognising for one second his real grandeur. Others, unable to accept the fact that it is only by surrendering ourselves to God that we can reach Him, drop away on the wayside. Little do they realise that in their hope of possessing the material pleasures and objects they are surrendering themselves daily to be enslaved by the same things they want to possess. But Sri Chinmoy promptly demonstrates to his faithful disciples that by surrendering to God we lose nothing at all and on the other hand we gain infinite freedom. What do we surrender after all? The fears, limitations, worries, egotism, desires and frustrations. What do we gain? Bliss, Peace, Infinite Joy, real joy of living, enduring joy.</p>
<p>There are others who think in a limited capacity. They think of themselves as buckets, they bring to the Master their personal doubts and problems and when those are solved, they think that their buckets are now full and that they have no need for the fountain. Little do they realise that Truth, infinite Truth is always recreating Itself. You can no more live today on yesterday’s thoughts than you can live and function in the physical body upon what you ate yesterday. Those lucky ones who remain with the Master come to realise that we are not buckets but channels, that Truth has to flow in us and through us in an ever new form, every second, every day. If we are contented with solving our problems of today, new and gloomier ones will haunt us tomorrow; but if we become a true living channel for the Divine Wisdom, the Light flowing in us and through us will dispel all ignorance and darkness, the father and mother of all our problems. Then a day will come when, enamoured with that Light that permeates our beings, we become a part of the Light itself.</p>
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<p>We in contemporary America live in an age of miracles. Powerful planes let us fly through the air like the magicians of the sunk Atlantis as related by Plato. Incredible rockets roar toward the moon and planets leaving trails of flame and smoke behind, the atom has been harnessed, in a positive aspect to provide energy for our necessities and activities and in a negative aspect to serve as Damocles’ sword hanging over the head of proud homo sapiens, menacing his very existence here on earth. But there are other miracles of a more quiet nature that totally escape the headlines. The alleviation of suffering and healing of disease at the touch of the hand. Infusing new energy, new life and new courage into a broken-down individual; giving us something to look for, a hope and faith in these troubled modern times. All these are miracles of more lasting if not resounding effects. This are the kinds of miracles that the disciples of Sri Chinmoy see happening around him every day. His childlike innocence, his simple personality devoid of fanfare or self-aggrandisement contributes to having these miracles pass utmost unobserved but miracles they are indeed and of the first order.</p>
<p>What can you expect if you become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy? If you have burning aspiration to realise God, to attain to Truth and Divine Wisdom, he can fan your aspiration into a radiant flame that will carry you way up to the Highest. If you come to sail with him in his boat, he will carry you to the Golden Shore of the Beyond. There is no problem that he cannot solve and no doubt that he cannot clear as he himself is a perfect channel for the Divine Light and Wisdom to flow toward us. What do you have to bring? Sincerity, aspiration and a willingness to place yourself consciously and soulfully at the Feet of the Supreme.</p>
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<p><strong>Editorial note</strong></p>
<p><em>Agni was a spiritual name given by Sri Chinmoy. It refers to the fire-god and god of aspiration.  Agni passed away on 14 March 1974. Sri Chinmoy later named his own publishing house as "Agni Press" in memory of Agni.</em></p>
<p><em>This article was published in "A Caravan of Dreams" (2020), compiled by Vidagdha Bennett</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/impact-yogi-my-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The spirit of the Peace Run continues</h2><div class="field-item"><p>During 2020, the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run was scheduled to run across the European continent starting in Portugal and finishing in Prague, the Czech Republic in October, but recent events have made this not possible. However, whilst staying in their respective towns and countries, members of the Peace Run have been eager to keep alive the spirit of the Peace Run, by continuing to run on their own, and dedicate these runs to the same cause of peace and upliftment of the human spirit.</p>
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<figcaption>Lone runner</figcaption>
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<figure class="right"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/map.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Map of 'virtual' run</figcaption>
</figure>
<p>In this spirit, the Peace Run has welcomed runners to commit to a daily mileage so that each week, the 'virtual' team can target a particular mileage of between 60-160km a day. The idea is that, although physically we may be separated, we can still seek to maintain an inner connection and keep alive the universal dream of bringing together humanity in a spirit of friendship and peace.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Peace does not mean the absence of war, peace means the presence of harmony, love, satisfaction and oneness. Peace means a flood of love in the world family.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>– Sri Chinmoy</p>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/previous-runs.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>The Sri Chinmoy Peace Run - photo from 2018.</figcaption>
</figure>
<p>This 'virtual' Peace Run is open to anyone who would like to join in the simple aim of dedicating some of their weekly running to the spirit of peace. Before beginning their run, participants from the virtual peace run have briefly meditated on the concept and feeling of peace as a way to make their individual runs meaningful to this wider goal.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Our soul lives in Peace and lives for Peace. If we live a life of peace, we are ever enriched and never impoverished. Unhorizoned is our inner peace; like the boundless sky, it encompasses all.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>- Sri Chinmoy</p>
<figure class="right"><img alt="amur" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/amur-2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Amur</figcaption>
</figure>
<p>In the first week of the Peace Run, the team have completed a total of 511 km, which is equivalent of running from Sarajevo in Bosnia and Herzegovina - to Struga on the border of Albania and North Macedonia. The local organiser for Bosnia, Amur gave this enthusiastic report.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"It is like dream come true even if it is Virtual Peace Run. We had two groups of local runners in Sarajevo and Banjaluka united with the same idea to run for peace. Cities were closed during some periods of the day but we found the way by sharing the distance among us and running whenever possible. We could not run in groups because of social distancing regulations but it did not change our feeling that we did something together for the cause of Peace".</p>
</blockquote>
<figure class="right"><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/tirtha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Tirtha</figcaption>
</figure>
<p>The Run team is usually a global, international team of runners, so for the 'virtual' Balkan leg, runners from afar afield as Australia, Britain and Germany have participated - offering their individual runs to the total km. Tirtha from Germany felt that dedicating the run to peace was a significant way to feel the inner presence of peace.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"As we don’t have a torch here, I took a tulip, symbolic of a torch, to meditate on Peace on the anniversary on April 27th. Especially on that first day, I really felt a little glowing light inside my heart while I ran. I even thought, that people, whom I met on the way, must have seen it, too. It gave me so much joy".</p>
</blockquote>
<figure class="right"><img alt="stacey" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/stacey-run.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Stacey</figcaption>
</figure>
<p>Stacey from New Zealand has been running through an early Australian winter, but despite the cold, she felt the powerful memories from her previous Peace Runs inspired her individual runs.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"The weather was all over the place this week, wet, windy, sunny and always cold! The sound of rain on the roof and heavy winds, or the feel of your cold nose and hands as you prepare to leave the house makes it not so enticing to step out the door. But it was the memories of all of the Peace Run's over the last few years, the warm hearted people we met, the hope and promise you feel for this world of ours as you carry the Peace Torch, that helped me to take the first step each and every day."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Although our current situation is very challenging, it also brings a renewed focus on what is important to value and cherish. The virtual Peace Run is a reminder that - wherever we are and in whatever situation we find ourself, we can still make a very meaningful contribution to creating a better world, where we value peace, friendship and offering goodwill to others.</p>
<figure><img alt="Photo from 2019" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/social-distancing.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Offering good will on the road (photo from 2019)</figcaption>
</figure>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/runners-with-masks.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Runners in Sarajevo</figcaption>
</figure>
<figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/news/2020/3892-102.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
<figcaption>Picture from 2018</figcaption>
</figure>
<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://www.peacerun.org/eu/news/2020/0504/3892/">Full report at Peace Run.org</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.peacerun.org/eu/news/2020/0511/3897/">Latest news from Bulgaria</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/spirit-peace-run-continues">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>New meditation book</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/newsimages/meditationbook.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Blue Beyond Books in the UK is releasing the second in their Sri Chinmoy Meditation Series. This book brings together two of Sri Chinmoy's celebrated volumes from the 1970's in a beautiful, compact edition.</p>
<p>Around this time was Sri Chinmoy was giving many lectures universities around the wold. After the lectures and at other occasions, he would often answer questions from sincere seekers of truth. So we are fortunate to have a very wide range of questions about meditation, including the meaning of different meditation experiences, how to make meditation practical and the intrinsic value of meditation. His answers have helped people from all backgrounds to learn how to meditate, to make a regular meditation practice a part of their lifestyle, and to constantly make progress in their meditation.</p>
<p>You can find out more at the <a href="https://bluebeyondbooks.co.uk/product/meditation-experiences-of-the-higher-worlds/">Blue Beyond Books</a> website</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/new-meditation-book">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy&#039;s one-person play performance</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>In 1973 Sri Chinmoy gave a one-person performance of the first act of <em>The Son</em>, a play he had written about the life of the Saviour Christ. Janaka Alan Spence, a poet and novelist who later became Scottish Writer of the Year, was there in the audience that night. This is his experience.</strong></p>
<p>I remember sitting many years ago in an auditorium in New York city. It was very late, on a hot summer night. I was very tired. Yet I found myself deeply moved by what was happening on stage, where Sri Chinmoy was performing, solo, the first act of his play "<a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son">The Son</a>", a dramatisation of the life of Christ. But to call what I was watching a 'performance' would be to limit it. Rather, what was unfolding on that stage was a sustained meditation, a revelation of the most profound spiritual truths.</p>
<p>That opening scene takes the form of a dialogue between God the Father and God the Son, in which the Son is being prepared for his mission on earth. By playing both parts, Sri Chinmoy gave at the same time a stunningly simple literal interpretation, and a poetic dramatisation, of Christ's statement "I and my Father are one."</p>
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<p>FATHER: My son, I have an excellent plan. I wish to share it with you. I want you to descend to earth and play the most significant role.</p>
<p>SON (Jesus Christ): Father, my Father, indeed that is a splendid idea.</p>
<p>FATHER: You know, to work for earth, to work for the transformation of the earth-consciousness, is an unimaginably difficult task.</p>
<p>SON: But Father, I do not want to miss this unique opportunity. Besides, I know pretty well that You, my Father, will inundate my earthly pilgrimage with capacity. Since I have no hesitation whatsoever, Father, I cannot brook any further procrastination.</p>
<p>FATHER <em>(with a broad smile):</em> Son, you will be on earth for thirty-three years!</p>
<p>SON: Only thirty-three years! How, then, am I going to fulfil my task?</p>
<p>FATHER: Son, you can and you shall. Son, on earth some people walk, while others march and still others run. In your case, you will not only run the fastest but also manifest the highest. Son, your body will remain on earth for thirty-three years. But your Consciousness shall guide the earth-consciousness forever and forever.</p>
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<p>There are further surprises in the short scene, which packs a great deal into a few minutes of stage time, as Sri Chinmoy sheds new light on important areas of speculation. He brings his own spiritual insight to bear on the theme of predestination, the Father telling the Son to be a mere instrument. He addresses the doctrine of Incarnation, placing Christ alongside the other great 'Avatars', Rama, Krishna and Buddha. He suggests that during Christ's 'missing years' he was to spend time in India, receiving spiritual instruction.</p>
<p>And not least, he offers a radical reinterpretation of Christ's "I am the Way..." (This interpretation, if universally accepted, would contribute immeasurably to religious tolerance and understanding!)</p>
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<p>FATHER: Son, you will tell the world that you are the way and you are the Goal.</p>
<p>SON: Father, you have just thrown me into a sea of confusion.</p>
<p>FATHER: Why, my son? How, my son?</p>
<p>SON: Krishna, Buddha and others have preceded me, Father. And I am sure, after my departure, there will be others to succeed me. Such being the case, how can I tell the world that I alone am the way and the Goal?</p>
<p>FATHER: My son, when I said <em>you</em>, what I actually meant was aspiration. When I said <em>you</em>, what I actually meant was salvation. You embody aspiration, the way. You embody salvation, the Goal. It is you the aspiration and you the salvation who will serve Me, manifest Me and fulfil Me on earth. Son, is My philosophy clear to you now?</p>
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<p>I suppose none of this is surprising. Sri Chinmoy is one of the best known and best loved of contemporary spiritual teachers. It is on the strength of his own inner realisation that he can shed such light on the Christ story, developing the great themes of that first act through the play as a whole.</p>
<p>His comments on the Beatitudes for instance - again rendered as dialogue, the Father explaining the aphorisms to the Son - go straight to the heart of Christ's message. No mere gloss, these passages are poetry in their own right, enhancing our understanding of the originals. Something old, familiar and well loved is suddenly seen in a fresh light, from a different perspective.</p>
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<p>FATHER: Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.</p>
<p>JESUS: Wonderful, Father.</p>
<p>FATHER: Son, it means that if a man has a tremendous sense of superiority, he will lord it over others, but if the same man feels that he is weak and helpless without Me, then he will develop a deep sense of humility. This humility will make him one with all human beings on earth. His universal oneness is the strength that will enable him to claim the earth divinely and supremely.</p>
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<p>So too, in the rest of this beautiful play, we come to <em>feel</em> Christ's love and compassion, his forgiveness, and most of all, his surrender. "Be thou an instrument" is the central message of the play, finding its echo in Christ's "Thy will be done." And we glimpse through Christ's eyes, from the height of that awareness, the astonishing truth that all the characters - Judas no less than the others - are acting out their <em>necessary</em> roles in a great unfolding drama.</p>
<p><a class="button" href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son">Read 'The son' at Sri Chinmoy Library</a></p>
<p>This review was originally published in a Sri Chinmoy Centre magazine, 1973.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/review-son-play-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Antaranga</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Ich heiße Antaranga und bin im Wonnemonat Mai im Jahre 1964 geboren. Von den Erfahrungen und spirituellen Erlebnissen, die mich zum Meditieren bewegt haben, erfahrt Ihr hier.<br/>
My name is Antaranga and I was born in May 1964. You can read here about the spiritual experiences, which inspired me to meditate <a href="https://antaranga.srichinmoycentre.org/anttaranga-my-story" target="_blank">in English language</a>.</p>
<h3>Die Lieblingshose und die Vergänglichkeit</h3>
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<img alt="Antaranga Gressenich" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/portraits/antaranga-gressenich-7.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Ich erinnere mich daran, dass ich manchmal als Kind, wenn ich nachts im Bett lag, an die Decke schaute und Gott sehen wollte. Aber ich konnte ihn nicht sehen. Mein Glaube an Gott wurde aufgefrischt als ich etwa dreizehn Jahre alt war. Es staubte in einem hellen Braun unter mir und die weißen Schottersteine flitzen an meinen Augen vorbei. Plötzlich schaute ich geradewegs in den blauen Himmel. Es tat kaum etwas weh. Auch das orange Bonanzafahrrad schien in Ordnung. Ich setzte mich wieder auf den Sattel und blickte zu den Pedalen. Da sah ich es! Meine Blue Jeans hatte ein großes Loch. Dass meine Lieblingshose nicht mehr ganz war, frustrierte mich ungewöhnlich tief  - zumal meine Mutter Hosen mit Loch wegwarf. Das Loch hinterließ einen äußerst tiefen Eindruck in meiner Gefühlswelt und es wurde mir glasklar, dass alles und alle, die ich gern habe, vergänglich sind. Buddha muss vor 2500 Jahren wohl so eine ähnliche Erfahrung gemacht haben, als er zum ersten Mal - noch als junger Prinz - einen kranken, einen alten und einen toten Menschen sah und sich der Vergänglichkeit alles Irdischen bewusst wurde. Nun mit der buddhistischen Lehre habe ich mich erst Jahre später auseinandergesetzt, aber mit Vergänglichkeit zuvor noch viele weitere Male. Ich fragte mich manchmal: „Was bleibt denn von mir übrig, wenn ich sterbe?“ „Werde ich die mir am nahe stehendsten Menschen im Himmel wiedersehen?“ Ich suchte Antworten. Meine Fragen führten dazu, dass ich die Bibel las und zu einem mentalen Glauben an Gott, die Seele und den Himmel fand. <em>(Foto: Antaranga am Lago di Lugano im Jahr 2005)</em></p>
<h3>Marokko und die Veränderung</h3>
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<p><img alt="antaranga-mit-17.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/antaranga-mit-17.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Mit siebzehn machte ich mich auf in den Süden zu meiner ersten großen Reise ohne meine Eltern - per Bahn mit Interrail-Ticket, das die Fahrt bis nach Marokko zuließ. Dort in den Norden Afrikas zog es meinen Schulfreund Uwe und mich. An einem sehr heißen Sommertag erkundeten wir die Stadt Meknes. Unser langer Erkundungsgang endete in den Slums. Viele Hütten dort bestanden aus zusammengehämmerten Brettern und Plastiktüten. Ich war wirklich schockiert und traurig, als ich sah, in welch bitterer Armut manche Menschen leben müssen. Da ich in Deutschland geboren wurde, hatte ich so etwas noch nie gesehen.<br/>
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Ich hatte schon immer tiefes Mitgefühl für leidende Menschen. So begann ich mich bald nach meiner Rückkehr nach Deutschland zu engagieren – in Dritte-Welt-Gruppen, bei Amnesty International, für Umweltinitiativen. (Foto: Antaranga mit siebzehn abgelichtet für den Personalausweis) Ich las eine Menge über all den Hunger in der Welt, Kriege, Folter und ökologische Katastrophen. Ständig wurden meine Klassenkameraden meist nicht nur mit einer Unterschriftenliste von mir konfrontiert sowie mit zahlreichen Boykottaufrufen und Aktionen für eine bessere Welt. Die Welt wurde dadurch vielleicht ein klein wenig besser, aber sicher nicht viel. Hunderte sterben täglich an Hunger und Krankheiten. So eine ungerechte Welt voller Leiden! Warum toleriert dies Gott? Ich könnte dasselbe Schicksal haben. Gibt es etwas Unsterbliches im Menschen? Gibt es einen Himmel, in dem die Ungerechtigkeit ausgeglichen wird? Die Suche nach Antworten und Wegen, die Welt zu verbessern, ließ mich nicht mehr los. Gott gab mir einen klaren Verstand und die Fähigkeit zu verstehen, dass Macht Zustände nur für eine Weile ändern kann, aber dass wirkliche und bleibende Veränderungen nur dann stattfinden, wenn Menschen mehr Liebe und Mitgefühl in ihren Herzen fühlen und zu teilen beginnen. Aber wie konnte ich dazu beitragen, diese Veränderung hervorzubringen?</p>
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<h3>Die Tropenpflanzen und der innere Friede</h3>
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<p><img alt="Nach sieben Monaten" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/antaranga_sieben_monate.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Nach dem Abitur zog ich mit einem Freund in ein altes Bauernhaus, wo wir  im Garten Biogemüse anbauten, und begann mit dem Zivildienst. Ich wollte nicht zur Bundeswehr und entschloss mich stattdessen dazu, behinderten Kindern zu dienen. Als Zivildienstleistender hatte ich eines Tages die Aufgabe bekommen, ein körperlich und geistig behindertes Kind in ein neues Krankenhaus zur Untersuchung zu bringen. Nachdem ich das Kind verabschiedet hatte, schlenderte ich durch die Korridore des Krankenhauses und kam an einem üppig mit Pflanzen bestückten Innenhof vorbei, der mit Glas überdacht war. Mein Blick blieb an den Pflanzen-Schönheiten aus den Tropen hängen und plötzlich war alles verwandelt. Alles war schön, voller Freude. Tiefe innere Ruhe erfüllte mich. Leider war der Zauber nach ein paar Minuten vorbei und  meine Alltagsgefühle kamen zurück.. Ich war in jenen Tagen unglücklich.<em> (Foto: Antaranga sieben Monate alt)</em></p>
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<p>Ein paar Wochen später fuhr ich an einem sonnigen Sonntag mit Freunden zu einem Töpfermarkt in der Nähe eines oberbayerischen Dorfes. Dort zog ein Plakat auf einem Brett, das an einem Holzpfahl befestigt war, meine Blicke auf sich: „Zen-Meditation: Film heute im Filmzelt.“ Nichts wie hin zu diesem Zelt! Auf der Leinwand in dem schwarzen Zelt führte ein Mönch in die Kunst der Zen-Meditation ein. Und plötzlich war sie wieder da – für ein paar Sekunden erlebte ich im Filmzelt dieselbe himmlische Freude, die ich im Krankenhaus erlebt hatte. Mir wurde klar, dass Meditation der Schlüssel zu dieser erhebenden Erfahrung sein muss. Ich begann Zen-Meditation zu lernen und zu praktizieren.<br/>
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Seit dem Kurs in Zen-Meditation saß ich nun jeden Tag zweimal für eine halbe Stunde still und aufrecht auf meinem selbstkonstruierten Meditationsbänkchen aus Kiefernholz. Peter aus dem Yogakurs, den ich des öfteren besuchte, um Entspannung zu finden, drückte mir eines Tages eine Broschüre über <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> in die Hand. „Ein echt großer, noch lebender Meditationsmeister“, sagte er. Den wollte ich mal kennenlernen, dachte ich, nachdem ich die Worte in der Broschüre gebannt gelesen hatte.<br/>
Ich war auf der Suche nach einem echten Meditationsmeister, von dem ich lernen konnte, denn der paradiesische Zustand wollte sich durch das regelmäßige Üben von Zen-Meditation bei mir nicht wieder einstellen. Ich wollte Gott sehen und unendlichen Frieden und unendliche Glückseligkeit erfahren. Einige Monate zuvor hatte ich in der Autobiographie eines Yogi von Yogananda gelesen, dass dies möglich ist, während du auf der Erde lebst. Ich war auch sehr inspiriert von der Unterstützung die Yogananda von seinem Guru Sri Yukteswar erhielt.</p>
<h3>Florenz und der innere Frühling</h3>
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<img alt="sri-chinmoy-concert.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/sri_chinmoy/sri-chinmoy-concert.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Wie es das Schicksal so will, zog ein Poster auf einer meiner jugendlichen Einkaufstouren in München meine Aufmerksamkeit auf sich. In vielen Farben kündigte es ein Konzert von Sri Chinmoy in München an. Begeistert erzählte ich in meiner Bauernhof-Wohngemeinschaft davon. Folglich fuhren wir alle gemeinsam in einem klapprigen, roten Renault 4 nach München zum Zirkus Crone und lauschten Sri Chinmoys meditativen Klängen und Gesang. Obwohl sich bei mir trotz meditativster Musik kein paradiesischer Bewusstseinszustand im Zirkusrondell einstellen wollte, beschloss ich einen <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/zentren" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy Zentrum">Meditationskurs</a> im Sri Chinmoy Centre zu absolvieren – in 3 Monaten, wenn ich nach München umsiedle, um bald meine Ausbildung als Heilpraktiker zu beginnen.<br/>
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Am Ende des Meditationskurses in einem Raum mit hellblauem Teppich stellte mir der Kursleiter die Frage, ob ich Meditationsschüler von Sri Chinmoy werden möchte. Ich war mir ganz und gar nicht sicher, da sich innerer Friede oder eine andere Meditationserfahrung auch während des Kurses nicht einstellen wollte. Da Sri Chinmoy aber in ein paar Tagen ein Konzert in Florenz gab, legte ich mich am Abend zuvor in das Liegewagenabteil des Nachtzuges nach Florenz. <em>(Foto: Sri Chinmoy spielt auf der Kürbisflöte)</em></p>
<p>In Florenz bin ich schon des öfteren gewesen und gerne. Dort nach dem Konzert wollte ich mich entscheiden, ob ich sein Meditationsschüler werden will. Kaum in Florenz angekommen, war ich glücklich, obwohl ich schlecht geschlafen hatte und müde war. Es war Frühling. Die Bäume blühten in weiß, rot, gelb und dufteten. Nach einer langen Busfahrt quer durch Florenz betrat ich den Kinosaal mit den roten Polsterstühlen, in dem das <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/konzerte" target="_blank" title="Konzert Sri Chinmoys">Konzert</a> bald stattfinden sollte. Ich fragte sofort nach Nivedak, einem langjährigen Meditationsschüler von Sri Chinmoy. Da saß er. Ich setzte mich neben Nivedak und freute mich sofort über seine Herzlichkeit. Er sprach deutsch. Ihm sollte ich mein Bild und den ausgefüllten Fragebogen geben, wenn ich Schüler werden will. Ich gab ihm beides bereits vor Beginn des Konzertes! Es war einfach so schön, neben ihm zu sitzen. Meine positive Grundstimmung beflügelte mich dazu, einfach mal zu fragen, ob Sri Chinmoy mich als seinen Schüler annehmen will. Ich beschloss noch ein paar Tage länger in Florenz zu bleiben, weil ich hier besonders glücklich war. Doch schon am nächsten Tag ließ diese enorme Freude nach. Es war wohl nicht die Stadt oder der Frühling gewesen, der mich so glücklich gemacht hatte, sondern die innere und äußere Gegenwart Sri Chinmoys.</p>
<h3>Das Hilton Hotel und das Happy End</h3>
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<p><img alt="5 Jahre als Schüler" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/antaranga_five_years_disciple.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy meditierte auf mein Foto, als er auf dem Weg von Florenz nach Oslo zu einem der nächsten Konzerte war. Zwei Wochen nachdem ich ihn in Florenz gesehen hatte, erfuhr ich, dass er mich als Meditationsschüler angenommen hat. Das war im März 1988. Meine Grundstimmung verbesserte sich nach der täglichen Meditation, von dem Tag an als Sri Chinmoy mich als seinen Schüler akzeptierte, aber der himmlische Gefühlszustand mochte sich nicht mehr einstellen.<br/>
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Im April 1989, ein Jahr später, stand ich gleich neben einem Zugang zu einem Saal mit vielen tropischen Pflanzen im Hilton Hotel in München. Sri Chinmoy wollte in dem Saal einen Nobelpreisträger treffen und ehren. Plötzlich kam Sri Chinmoy fast direkt auf mich zu, um seinen Ehrengast, der in meiner Nähe stand, zu begrüßen. Sri Chinmoy schaute mich kurz an und da war er wieder, der tiefe innere Frieden und das himmlische Gefühl, ähnlich wie ich es damals im Krankenhaus erlebt hatte. Es hielt diesmal lange Zeit an - für ein paar Stunden. Nun war ich mir sicher, den richtigen Meditationsmeister gefunden zu haben, der mich begleiten wird, bis ich das Ziel der Erleuchtung erreicht habe. <em>(Foto: Antaranga seit fünf Jahren Sri Chinmoys Meditationsschüler)</em></p>
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<h3>Auf dem Weg der Meditation</h3>
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<img alt="Antaranga Gressenich" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/antaranga-250.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Aber was ist mit der Antwort auf meine Frage „Wie kann ich die Welt verbessern?“ geworden? Ich gehe heute nach wie vor gerne in Bioläden einkaufen, ich mag Fairtrade, leiste gerne eine Unterschrift für eine bessere Welt und beteilige mich an der humanitären Hilfe der Sri Chinmoy Centres und am Peace Run. Der Unterschied zu der Zeit bevor ich Sri Chinmoy als meinen spirituellen Lehrer akzeptierte: Ich bin glücklich. Ich fühle, dass ich glücklicher werde, indem ich mich selbst verbessere, und andere Menschen inspiriere, bessere und glücklichere Bürger dieser Welt zu werden. Oder mit anderen Worten: Ich fühle, dass, nachdem ich mein Bewusstsein verbessert habe und ein besserer Mensch geworden bin, dieses Bewusstsein in andere gemäß ihrer Empfänglichkeit eindringt und sie sich verbessern. Ein besseres Bewusstsein ist ansteckend. Es ist in etwa so: Wenn du neben einer Person sitzt, die von innerer Ruhe erfüllt ist, wirst du selbst innerlich ruhiger. Meine inneren Erfahrungen und die Lehre von Sri Chinmoy haben in mir das optimistische Gefühl hervorgebracht, dass jedes menschliche Wesen zu der von Gott ausgewählten Stunde gut werden wird und dass es für diese Welt letztendlich ein Happy End geben wird. (<em>Foto: Antaranga 41 Jahre alt</em>)<br/>
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<img alt="antaranga-meditation-weisse.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/portraits/antaranga-meditation-weisse.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Zu der Zeit, in der ich Sri Chinmoys Schüler wurde, wurde es in Deutschland als ziemlich ungewöhnlich betrachtet einen Guru zu haben. In Indien und anderen Teilen Asiens ist dies etwas völlig Normales. <a href="http://www.weisheitsrichinmoys.com/themen/guru-meister-lehrer" target="_blank">Guru</a> ist ein Wort aus der Sprache Sanskrit, das „Derjenige, der erleuchtet“ bedeutet. Ich muss sagen, die Unterstützung eines Gurus anzunehmen, war die beste Entscheidung und der größte Segen meines Lebens. Vom ersten Tag an, an dem Sri Chinmoy mich als seinen Schüler annahm, konnte ich eine sehr positive Energie fühlen, die in mich während jeder Meditation einströmte. Ich fühlte dies nicht, während ich ein halbes Jahr lang Zen-Meditation übte, ohne von einem echten spirituellen Meister angenommen worden zu sein. Später las ich in einem von Sri Chinmoys Büchern, dass er jeden Tag auf seine Schüler meditiert und häufig sein Bewusstsein in ihr körperliches Bewusstsein projiziert. Ich pflege zu sagen, dass mein Guru einen Schlauch geschaffen hat, der mich mit Gottes Energie verbindet, die er selbst herabbrachte. Ein Guru ist ein Kanal für das Göttliche und er verbindet dich mit diesem Kanal. Das ist das, was alle echten Gurus tun. (<em>Foto: Antaranga - Meditation am Weissensee</em>)<br/>
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Ich hatte ein paar sehr interessante Dinge über <a href="http://www.srichinmoyantwortet.com/themen/yoga" target="_blank">Hatha-Yoga</a> gelesen und erkannte aufgrund des vermittelten Wissens, dass meine Atemwelle zu flach war und viele meiner Muskeln verspannt waren. Im ersten Jahr begann mein Körper manchmal während der Meditation zu zittern und sich nach hinten zu beugen. Das Resultat war am Ende eine gesunde Atemwelle wie die eines Babys und ein Gefühl der Entspannung in meinem Körper. Durch Meditation haben sich meine Fähigkeiten in allen Lebensbereichen verbessert, und meine Ängste und andere schlechte Eigenschaften haben abgenommen. Ich war von Natur aus sehr nervös gewesen. Heutzutage fühle ich meist eine gewisse Gelassenheit, Vertrauen und Mut. Wenn mein Computer abstürzt und Daten verloren gehen, berührt mich das kaum mehr.<br/>
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Ich liebe es, dass ich durch Meditation mehr und mehr „unverhaftetes Einssein“ mit anderen Menschen entwickelt habe, denen ich begegne. Ich kann häufig fühlen, was sie fühlen. Ich fühle ihre Bedürfnisse und versuche ihnen gemäß meiner Fähigkeiten und dem, was meine innere Stimme mir sagt, zu dienen. Gleichzeitig zieht es mich nicht herunter, wenn jemand deprimiert oder wütend ist, oder ich werde in den meisten Fällen, das schlechte Gefühl schnell wieder los.<br/>
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<img alt="antaranga-in-spain.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/portraits/antaranga-in-spain.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Stell dir einen heißen Sommertag vor. Du bist mit der Arbeit fertig. Dein Körper will zum Schwimmen an einen See gehen. Ein anderes Gefühl sagt dir, es wäre schön einkaufen zu gehen, und dein Verstand sagt dir, du sollst um 18.30 Uhr meditieren. Was tun? Sicher, es gibt im Leben sehr viel wichtigere Entscheidungen zu treffen, aber bei allen Entscheidungen geht es darum, Freude und Frieden zu erleben oder nicht. Beim Lesen spiritueller Philosophie wurde mir die Tatsache bewusst, dass ich in mir verschiedene Stimmen von verschiedenen Teilen meines Wesens habe. Eine Sache, die mein Leben sehr einfach und friedvoll gemacht hat, ist, dass ich meine innere Stimme anfrage, bevor ich etwas tue. Ich wurde mir meiner inneren Stimme durch die regelmäßige Meditationspraxis bewusst. Sri Chinmoy lehrte uns, auf unsere <a href="http://www.srichinmoyantwortet.com/themen/innere-stimme" target="_blank">innere Stimme</a> zu hören, weil du dann im Einklang mit Gottes Willen handelst, was inneren Frieden mit sich bringt. (<em>Foto: fünfjähriger Antaranga in Spanien</em>)<br/>
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Wenn ich den Drang habe, etwas zu tun, konzentriere ich mich auf mein Herz und frage, ob ich das tun soll oder nicht. Wenn ich im Zusammenhang mit einer Frage ruhige Freude oder Frieden fühle, handele ich. Andernfalls handle ich nicht, weil wir alle in uns ein paar Stimmen von verschiedenen Wesensteilen haben, die uns zu Handlungen bewegen, welche in Frustration enden. Niemand ist vollkommen. Auch heutzutage entdecke ich mich manchmal am Ufer eines Sees liegend ohne dabei Freude zu haben. Ich vergaß meine innere Stimme zu fragen und folgte dem Verlangen meines Verstandes, der mir sagte: Letztes Mal konntest du dich am See so gut entspannen und hattest soviel Freude. Unsere Seele gibt uns jedoch jeden Tag neue Anweisungen und es ist es wert, auf sie zu hören, um ständig glücklich zu sein.<br/>
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Ich meditiere nun seit 27 Jahren und wenn ich die Verbesserungen in meinem Verhalten und in meinem Bewusstsein betrachte, bin ich sicher, dass etwas, worauf ich in Sri Chinmoys Schriften gestoßen bin, wahr ist:<br/>
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<em>Die meisten der aufrichtigen und hingebungsvollen Schüler haben im spirituellen Leben bereits soviel Fortschritt gemacht, so dass sie die Notwendigkeit für einige Inkarnationen beseitigt haben. … Alle spirituellen Meister haben gesagt, dass es einem Ozeandampfer gleicht, der viele Menschen sehr schnell befördern kann, wenn spirituelle Persönlichkeiten herabkommen.</em><br/>
- <strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
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<img alt="sri-chinmoy-new-york.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/antaranga/storyimages/sri-chinmoy-new-york.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Ich erinnere mich daran, wie ich 1992 in einem großen Raum einer staatlichen Schule in New York saß, nur zwei oder drei Meter von Sri Chinmoy entfernt. Frieden ging von ihm aus und ich konnte fühlen wie dieser tiefe innere Frieden in mich einströmte. Du willst für ewig in dieser Stimmung verweilen, aber nach ein paar Minuten oder Stunden verschwindet er normalerweise. Du benötigst viele Jahre spiritueller Disziplin, bis innerer Friede dein bleibender Bewusstseinszustand geworden ist. Über die Jahre hatte ich viele erhebende innere Erfahrungen wie diese durch Sri Chinmoys spirituelle Unterstützung, die ich ohne sein Zutun nicht nach so wenigen Jahren der Meditation gehabt hätte. Sie sind wie schöne Blumen, die dich inspirieren, für immer in den immergrünen Garten der <a href="http://www.weisheitsrichinmoys.com/themen/erleuchtung" target="_blank">Erleuchtung</a> einzutreten.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-antaranga">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><strong>Adarsha Kelly from Glasgow has been singing Sri Chinmoy's songs for over 40 years. Sri Chinmoy regarded him as one of the best singers in the Centre and would sometimes invite him to perform during his own Peace Concerts around the world. Here, Adarsha talks about his recent singing tour of Australia and New Zealand.</strong></p>
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<p>Initially, I had assumed I would be singing solo as I normally do, but it was suggested that I sing with piano accompaniment. With this in mind Vapushtara, a piano virtuoso from Holland,  was invited. During our concerts, we would be joined by Alap and Lucas and the group Monk Party. We started referring to ourselves collectively as the ‘trio of duos’.</p>
<p>Singing with Vapushtara is a great privilege but also a big challenge. It meant learning new songs and a new set of arrangements which in turn meant lots of hard work during the autumn - particularly as the arrangements included vocal improvisations. Still, come the middle of October, I felt ready to perform, in large part because the arrangements are so striking and beautiful. By the 23rd of October I felt that I was prepared for the tour.</p>
<h3>Auckland 25th Oct</h3>
<p>After a 24 hour flight, I arrived in Auckland at 5am on October 25th. and was met by <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org">Jogyata</a>. We had a very early breakfast but fairly soon I was catching up on my sleep in a very striking, split-level house in the northern part of Auckland.</p>
<p>That weekend there was a New Zealand Joy Weekend - a weekend of meditation, singing and spiritual practice but also of joy, games and spiritual friendship  - so Sri Chinmoy's disciples from Christchurch came up to join us and a few Australians flew over. The venue was a spiritual centre north of the city called Aio Wira. It is set in an area of really outstanding beauty and we had the place to ourselves and made use of the grounds for the Joy Weekend games.</p>
<p>It was during the games that I first realised I was coming down with a cold - who knew that Auckland was even damper than Glasgow! All the disciples were really kind and I must have tried at least half-a-dozen cold remedies. But to no avail - during the sound check for the concert it was clear I had no voice. So Vapushtara the Great played and sang - and did a excellent job. Like me, the audience were suitably impressed. But a false start to the tour for me. No singing in Auckland.</p>
<h3>Christchurch 1st Nov</h3>
<p>If Auckland looked a bit like a tropical Scotland, then Christchurch is quintessentially English. The Sri Chinmoy Centre (along with the Lotus-Heart café/gift shop/and Gandharva Loka music store) is located in imposing building and will always be associated in my mind with turmeric latté, a speciality of the Lotus-Heart Cafe. The hospitality in Auckland and Christchurch was spectacular and the meals in the café were superlative.</p>
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<p>My voice started to come back just in time for the concert. While it wasn’t perfect I was able to sing with Vapushtara for the first time. The venue was modern and very intimate. Some members of the audience spoke to me afterwards to say that they had enjoyed the singing and that they loved the combination of voice and piano. I was really happy I hadn’t left New Zealand without singing.</p>
<p>Lukas was less happy: during the sound check, Budhsamudra accidentally kicked over and broke the lip of his Udu - his percussion intrument. However, Anurakta came to the rescue and repaired and repainted it so perfectly that, I (for one) couldn’t see the break.</p>
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<p>As a reward for practising and performing hard, we headed down to Akaroa a pretty town of French origins, for a break. The town is popular with artists and it was easy to see why, the light is so clear and sharp. As it was warm and on the coast and the sparkling aquamarine water was very inviting, the boys jumped off the peer and had a swim!</p>
<h3>Brisbane 5th Nov</h3>
<p>Whereas there had only been two concerts in ten days in New Zealand, the frequency became more like one concert every three days in Australia.</p>
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<p>We started in Brisbane in a local church. The programme had settled down; Alap and Lucas started us off and played for about 25 minutes, then Monk Party played for about 40 minutes and then Vapushtara and I performed for around 20 minutes.</p>
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<p>We all stayed at the Brisbane Sri Chinmoy Centre, which Sri Chinmoy visited in the 1970’s. It is like a scout hall split over two levels and sub-divided to great effect into bedrooms, plus a kitchen and shower rooms - and a very useful laundry! On the lower floor, there is a very big Meditation room, plus a room where classes are offered to the public. Amalendu, and Pushpendra in particular, looked after us very well.</p>
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<p>There is a new enterprise run by Sri Chinmoy's students in Brisbane - the Birdhouse - and there I found the next best thing to turmeric lattes - acaí! It’s like a smoothie with muesli, peanut butter, and berries added. It’s fantastic. And even better when you find yourself with Animesh and Unmilan - longtime disciples of Sri Chinmoy - in story telling mood.</p>
<p>The Brisbane concert was fairly well-received. One woman, whose father was also a singer who came from Glasgow, said that when I sang she heard his voice for the first time in forty years. Very touching.</p>
<h3>Canberra 7th Nov</h3>
<p>Prachar found a great venue for the Canberra Concert at the Wesley Music Centre. The acoustics meant that there was no need for amplification. Other than when we were rehearsing, we spent most of our time in <a href="https://www.myrainbowdreams.com.au/">My Rainbow-Dreams</a> cafe or in the Canberra Sri Chinmoy Centre, which is just upstairs from the cafe.</p>
<p>Unlike Brisbane, which was hot, Canberra was dull and cool. We visited the statue of Sri Chinmoy on the shores of Lake Burley Griffin; it is in a beautiful location.</p>
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<p>The concert was good, but with a couple of unforced errors from yours truly. Still the audience were appreciative in the oddest of ways. One young guy complemented me on my singing and said he was particularly pleased that I had used a recyclable water cup!! It’s the details that are important, always remember that.</p>
<p>Though details are not so important as meals and the performers greatly appreciated being taken for some slap-up Thai food on the lake front (different lake from the statue) followed by a trip to an ice cream parlour. Then we were on the road -or rather, in the air -again.</p>
<h3>Melbourne 9th Nov</h3>
<p>I really liked the city of Melbourne. The architecture is interesting (mainly Victorian with lots of wrought iron) and the feel is European, maybe French or perhaps North Italy. The hotel was only about 100 metres from Kishore and Prashanta's (the Melbourne Sri Chinmoy Centre leaders) house which is beautiful and is set off perfectly by a statue of Sri Chinmoy in the front garden. We started with food, as usual, in a great Italian restaurant which, even by New York standards, had more desserts (counter after counter) than I had ever seen before.</p>
<p>The concert was probably my best of the tour. Vapushtara had a grand piano here so perhaps that explained why the arrangements were so powerful and I was able to respond - although it was just as well that I was amplified and the piano wasn’t.</p>
<h3>Adelaide 11th Nov</h3>
<p>Adelaide was a really pleasant surprise. Melbourne, like Canberra was a bit dull and cloudy but Adelaide felt like Australia should feel - hot.</p>
<p>We were all staying with Padmanandana and Padmalaya in their beautifully renovated house up in the hills (where the temperature is about five degrees lower than in the city). On the way up, Padmanandana pointed out the little pieces of netting which straddle the concrete central reservation of the road. The koalas use the netting to climb over.</p>
<p>The concert was in a big church in the centre of town and it was the most spiritual one that I felt we gave on the tour. This was the only concert where I sang acapella at the beginning and that may have helped make it a more intense experience for me. At the end the audience didn’t want to leave and a number of people thanked us. There were even some tears.</p>
<h3>Perth 13th November</h3>
<p>Perth is set in a stunning location with two massive rivers creating large lagoons before flowing into a natural harbour and then the Indian Ocean. We stayed in a big chalet about a mile or so from the centre, except Vapushtara who stayed with Prabuddha (short straw).</p>
<p>At short notice, we asked Prabuddha to find a rehearsal space with a piano and he came up trumps -locating an upright in a Community Centre close by. However, when Vapushtara went to play it we discovered that the middle two keys were stuck together. In seconds Vapushtara had the sounding board off and had extracted the two keys from the keyboard. He said that the lead seals at the back of the keys had expanded, hence the problem. They needed to be sanded down. While he was wondering how this might be achieved, Prabuddha grabbed the keys and started rubbing them against the brick wall. When he had finished, again, within seconds, Vapushtara had put the piano back together - this time with 88 working keys.</p>
<p>Grahak had an article printed in the local paper to advertise the concert; his copy had been used almost verbatim and in it he referred to me as having a ‘Highlander Voice’. Whatever that is, I am fairly sure I don’t have it. On the first morning we went to Cottesloe Beach where we swam, ran (or walked). Beautiful light, great weather and stunning seafront condos, spoiled slightly by swarms of flies.</p>
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<p>The Perth Concert was the best attended and took place in the most professional venue - we had both a sound engineer and a stage manager. The only downside was that backstage was air-conditioned so it felt like a fridge, and having only just recovered from one cold I was worried about starting another. Rather than surrender to this, I took to wearing a scarf and running all the showers to get a hot damp atmosphere. I doubt anything I did made much difference, but it was certainly our best performance of Tomari Hok Joy which was the last song.</p>
<p>I talked to the audience in the foyer afterwards and met a chap from Falkirk who was well-impressed with the concert and a woman who I had apparently inspired to re-start her singing career.</p>
<h3>Canberra 15th November</h3>
<p>The Perth Concert marked the end of the tour. Everyone else headed back home but, at Prachar’s invitation, I went back to Canberra. The Australian Sri Chinmoy Centre are famous for their organisation of endurance sporting events, and they need all the volunteers they can get. The Sri Chinmoy Triple Triathlon was taking place, and registration was at My Rainbow-Dreams Cafe the day after I got back; the sun shone outside and the athletes were very nice (and patient), so Satyakarma and I had a fairly easy time with the registration.</p>
<p>On the day of the race I teamed up with Kishore and found myself ticking off swimmers and getting them to sign disclaimers beside a lake in the pre-dawn, while Kishore started the whole event off. It was a long and rewarding day, the most memorable story concerns Prachar, who flits about the event like the Scarlet Pimpernel. At our last changeover he turned up to collect the time sheets from our previous changeover (they re-use disciples a lot -I suppose that’s good for the environment).About twenty minutes after he left two little kids came and gave us the time sheets back. Followed a few minutes later by a very nice man who gave us Prachar’s mobile phone. He had left everything in the toilets of the local Burger King. So much grace -or dumb luck.</p>
<p>After the triple triathlon I gave a singing workshop in the same hall we had performed in a couple of weeks earlier. I told the story of how I developed as a singer, punctuated by songs. Sri Chinmoy's disciples as well as interested members of the public were there and it seemed to go down very well. Just before I left I also did a solo recital at the same venue.</p>
<p>Finally, on Sunday 25th, exhausted and happy - but mainly exhausted - I flew back home, just in time for my Birthday!</p>
<p><em>Adarsha Kelly</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/adarshas-diary-singing-tour-australianz">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Отвъд вътрешното</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Философия за вътрешния живот.</p>
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<p>Как бих могъл да изпълнявам отговорностите си в света и в същото време да израствам вътрешно и да откривам духовно удовлетворение?</p>
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<p><strong>Шри Чинмой</strong></p>
<p>Когато копнежът ви да узнаете целта на живота и същността на Бог ви кара да плувате срещу течението, мъдростта на някой, който вече е достигнал брега, е безценна. В &quot;Отвъд вътрешното&quot; Шри Чинмой дава насоки и полезни съвети за това как да въплътите духовните си стремежи в своето ежедневие.</p>
<p>Книгата включва есета, въпроси и отговори, поезия и притчи. на следните теми:</p>
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<li>духовното пътешествие;</li>
<li>човешката психика и как функционира тя;</li>
<li>преобразяването и усъвършенстването на тялото;</li>
<li>прераждането и духовната еволюция;</li>
<li>медитация;</li>
<li>как волята на душата помага да разрешим проблемите си;</li>
<li>взаимоотношението между ума и физическите болести;</li>
<li>смисълът на болката и страданието;</li>
<li>как да преодолеем страха от провала;</li>
<li>как да се освободим от чувството за вина;</li>
<li>психичният начин за работа с подсъзнателното;</li>
<li>окултното.</li>
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<h2>Безмълвното учение</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Ръководство по медитация за начинаещи.</p>
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<p>Медитацията е тишина, енергизираща и осъществяваща. Тишината е красноречив израз на неизразимото.</p>
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<p>Идеална книга за всеки, който желае да направи първи стъпки в медитацията. По един напълно достъпен, придружен от удивително ясни детайли начин са представени теорията и практиката на медитацията. Както е типично за творбите на Шри Чинмой, тук водещо е вдъхновението. Самите слова предават усещането за радост и удовлетворение, които човек спонтанно изживява по време на медитация.</p>

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<h2>Кундалини. Силата майка</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p>Днес възможността да открием истински представител на духовността е много специална и рядко срещана. Автентичност - именно това чувстваме в присъствието на Шри Чинмой</p>
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<p><strong>Пир Вилаят Инаят - Кхан</strong> (1916 - 2004), дългогодишен водач на суфи ордена на Запад</p>
<p>По пътя към собствената си духовна реализация Шри Чинмой овладява кундалини и окултните сили. В тази книга той обяснява техниките за пробуждане на кундалини и отваряне на чакрите. Предупреждава за евентуалните опасности, които трябва да бъдат избегнати, и описва някои от окултните сили, които търсещия придобива при отварянето на чакрите.</p>
<p>Включените теми са:</p>
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<li>Майчиният аспект на Божественото</li>
<li>Техники за концентрация и пробуждане на кундалини</li>
<li>Кундалини и хата йога</li>
<li>Мантрите и отварянето на чакрите</li>
<li>Отваряне на третото око</li>
<li>Сексуалността и окултната сила</li>
<li>Тантрическият и ведантическият подход към кундалини йога</li>
<li>Енергийните центрове в подсъзнателните нива и фините нерви</li>
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<h2>Любов, радост, щастие</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Книжката е двуезична - на български и английски език и е в джобен формат с размери 10.5 x 7.7 cm.</p>
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<p>Искаш ли любов?<br/>
Можеш да почувстваш любов.<br/>
Опитай се да усетиш,<br/>
Че всички се нуждаят теб.<br/>
Ти можеш да почувстваш,<br/>
че те се нуждаят от теб.<br/>
Виж! Ти чувстваш любов.<br/>
Виж! Ти даваш любов.</p>
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<p>Из книгата</p>

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<h2>Бог е …</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Избрани творби на Шри Чинмой.</p>
<p>Може ли да се докаже съществуването на Бог?<br/>
Причината за отделеността ни от БогКак да виждаме Бог във всичко?<br/>
Трябва ли да се страхуваме от Бог?<br/>
Божията Любов, Състрадание и ОпрощениеКакво означава да &quot;осъзнаем&quot; Бог?<br/>
Разликата между човешката и божествената любов<br/>
Връзката между съдбата и свободната воля<br/>
Личното усилие и Божията Милост<br/>
Смисълът на страданието<br/>
Какво е вярата?</p>
<p>Избраните откъси са извлечени от многобройните книги, написани от Шри Чинмой през четиредестгодишната му практика на учител по медитация. Непосредственото познание на автора за Бог минава отвъд религиозните норми и писания и хвърля светлина върху всички пътища, водещи търсещия до Бог. Зад простотата на езика се крие невероятната дълбочина на познание, което е отвъд интелекта и пряко предава мъдростта на душата.</p>
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<p>Вашето любящо сърце и дълбока мъдрост са предмет на безграничното ми възхищение</p>
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<p>Михаил Горбачов, носител на Нобелова награда за мир</p>
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<p>Така се радвам за всички добри дела, които вършите за световния мир и за хората в толкова много страни. Нека продължим да работим заедно и да споделяме всичко в името на Божията слава и доброто на човека</p>
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<p>Майка Тереза, носителка на Нобелова награда за мир</p>

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<h2>Вътрешното бягане и външното бягане: Йогийски тайни на бягането</h2><div class="field-item"><p>С предисловие от Карл Люис.</p>
<p>Тази книга е предназначена да служи за вдъхновение на бегачи и други спортисти, както и на всички, които се интересуват от спорт и поддържане на добра физическа форма. Тя цели да насърчи хората да вземат присърце собственото си цялостно развитие: телесно, психическо и духовно. Вижте какви са ценните съвети, дадени от Шри Чинмой на редица известни спортисти, сред които Карл Луис и Пол Тергат.</p>
<p>Разберете какви са ценните съвети които Карл Люис и Пол Тергат са получили от Шри Чинмой. Разберете от първо лице как подкрепата на Шри Чинмой, събужда вътрешния бегач в Карл Люис в най-трудните моменти за него.</p>
<p>Нашата философия не отхвърля нито външния, нито вътрешния живот. Важни са и вътрешното бягане, и външното бягане - казва Шри Чинмой. Външното бягане ни напомня за нещо по-високо и по-дълбоко - за душата и нейния бяг по Пътя на Вечността. Вътрешното бягане ни вдъхновява да поддържаме храма на тялото в идеално състояние за наше вътрешно и външно удовлетворение.</p>
<p>Тук са събрани най-съществените препоръки от единствен по рода си познавач на връзката между духовността и бягането. Съвкупност от тактики и практики, думите на Шри Чинмой ще насърчат и вдъхновят както вътрешния, така и външния бегач във вас за все по-голям напредък, за щастие и успех - вътрешни и външни.</p>
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<p>За мен същността на Олимпийските игри е изразена в една мисъл на Шри Чинмой, която е сред любимите ми:</p>
<p>&quot;Всички спортисти трябва да помнят, че се състезават не с останалите атлети, а със собствените си способности&quot;.</p>
<p>Обръщах се към тази мисъл винаги, когато изпитвах нужда от повече съревнователен плам.</p>
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<p>Карл Луис, носител на 9 златни олимпийски медала</p>

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<h2>Еверест - стремеж</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Еверест е символ на върховната висота и същевременно на човешката решимост да постигне тази висота. Духовният Еверест е единение с Твореца, и векове наред човечеството отчаяно се стреми съм тази най-благородна и величествена цел.</p>
<p>Изкачването на връх Еверест е трудно, но опитният водач може да ни разкрие пътя към победния завършек. От тези страници Шри Чинмой говори с гласа и на този, който търси Бог, и на този, който познава Бог. Той води сърцето на стремящия се читател все по-високо към върха на самопознанието, към тържеството на единството с Бог.</p>
<p>От идването си на Запад от родната Индия през 1964 г. Шри Чинмой всеотдайно разпространява общовалидното послание, че всички ние можем да се обединим като едно световно семейство в стремежа си към мир. Чрез разнообразните си дейности - литература, музика, спорт - този изтъкнат духовен водач насърчава постигането на лична и всеобща хармония.</p>

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<p>От автора на &quot;Крилете на радостта&quot;. Предговор от Архиепископ Дезмънд Туту.</p>
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<p>Аз се възхищавам на вашия живот в служба на човечеството за великата кауза на световния мир.</p>
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<p>Съкровищата на щастието&quot; ще въ вдъхнови да станете това, което наистина сте - сияйно дете в голямото Божие семейство.</p>
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<p>Архиепископ Дезмънд Туту</p>
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<p>&quot;Съкровищата на щастието&quot; е ковчеже с бисери на мъдростта и радостта - сборник от кратки и проникновени текстове, практически упражнения, извисяващи афоризми и стихове, много от които се публикуват тук за пръв път. Самостоятелните глави, посветени на теми като: мира, ентусиазма и любовта, се съчетават във великолепна мозайка на вдъхновението.</p>
<p>Лесните за изпълнение упражнения на Шри Чинмой, въплътили вечната древна мъдрост, са наистина приложими в днешния ден и напълно подходящи за нашия забързан живот - неговата удивителна способност да предлага градивна помощ и дълбоко прозрение говори на всеки читател така, сякаш думите са написани точно за него.</p>

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<h2>Сърцето градина</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Избрани афоризми за радост и вдъхновение.</p>
<p>Радост, вдъхновение, лекота - всичко това се долавя в подбраните афоризми на Шри Чинмой.</p>
<p>Световно признат като един от най-изтъкнатите духовни учители на нашето време, Шри Чинмой е посветил безусловно живота си на усъвършенстването на човешкия дух. Той неуморно пътешества и чрез своите медитации, лекции, картини, спорт, проза и музика охотно споделя учението си с хората, търсещи вдъхновение, надежда и насърчение. Тези избрани афоризми, всеки от които отеква подобно на хималайска камбана, предлагат на читателя мъдростта на древните и вечни истини, обогатена със съвременни прозрения.</p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/experiences/adarini.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Often I would call my Dad 'Guru' and Sri Chinmoy 'Dad'. It used to bother me that my tongue would play this type of trick. So one day, in a sweet, relaxed moment while chatting with my Guru, Sri Chinmoy, I casually asked him why this was happening to me. Guru gently replied, "It is quite normal. Your father brought you to me, so he was your first Guru".</p>
<p>This is why this story is mostly about how my father became Guru’s disciple, and why I will be eternally grateful to him.</p>
<p>Many years before this incarnation of mine, my father was having a rough time in Hungary. His father had died of poisonous water during the Second World War. At that time my father was four years old. But before that, something unusual had already happened. At the time of my father’s birth, my grandfather found a Guru and became vegetarian, which was very unusual at that time in a goulash-lovers’ country. My father maintained that diet in a fanatical manner even during his orphanage years.</p>
<p>Now we jump forward to when my father was 15 years of age. Being in a Communist country, the advantage was that playing sports was free. My father did judo and gymnastics as extracurricular activities. One day during recreation, my father helped a boy who had been beaten up by five bigger boys. In those days, fights among classmates were quite brutal. At the end of that one they were asking "to whom this ear belongs."</p>
<p>My Dad, despite having grown up without any religious background, made a deal with the Supreme: if the Supreme helped him escape from Communism, he would go and light a candle in the church every day. Then and there my father started planning his escape. Skipping a few incredible details, I will go straight to the juicy story. At that time he was 20 years old and the Hungarian Revolution had just started. The escape agent had been caught right in front of my father by the Hungarian military. Now my father was lost in the forest and started walking aimlessly, looking for a way out, when suddenly a light came straight out of his heart, guiding him out of the forest. It must have been amazing not knowing anything about spirituality, trusting basically the only thing that shone on earth at this moment of despair.</p>
<p>After many other quite unusual episodes, my Dad then boarded a truck with other escaping Hungarians. He was hoping for the final crossing to the other side, the 'free world'. This was when something more amazing happened – something that really shows that, when the Supreme wants you to be somewhere, He will find an instrument anywhere. The story goes something like this: The truck in which my father was hiding got pulled over by the Hungarian military and all the refugees were held at gunpoint outside the truck – except my father, who was the last one to exit the truck. He was held back with a rifle pointed at him. His first thought was, "That’s it, he’s going to shoot". But you will not believe what happened. Remember the boy that my father helped in a fight when he was 15 years old? Well, yes – it was him! He recognised my father and let him pass through the border.</p>
<p>On the Austrian side, all the refugees had to wait for the proper papers and a country of adoption. My father’s first choice was Sweden, but fate chose otherwise. In the office that helped all the exiled Hungarians was a man whom my father knew. He was in charge of sending people to Switzerland. So, within a very short time my father was sent to Winterthur, a Swiss city. This was another miracle, as some of the other refugees had to wait a very long time to get a country of adoption.</p>
<p>As promised, my father’s quest for spirituality got really intense – or rather, the Supreme’s promise to guide my father to Guru was fulfilled in October 1971. In a violent dream involving being shot at by arrows, my father ran to escape the arrows. Then, suddenly, a brick wall appeared with an image of a face on it. This was where my father took the ultimate leap of faith. He jumped into the face and woke up.</p>
<p>Six months later, in March of 1972 on a poster on a Geneva wall, my father recognised the same face he had seen in his dream. Recently, going through my father’s collection of photos and poems of Guru, I discovered the poster that 'found' my father on a Geneva street. The face on it was none other than Sri Chinmoy's transcendental photograph - the one his students use for meditation every day.</p>
<p>According to my research, in March 1972 a lecture on meditation was given by a Japanese disciple of Sri Chinmoy living in England; presumably the lecture advertised in the poster and the one my father went to. In those days, to be accepted by Guru you just had to send a letter and a photo directly to Guru’s house. Guru would respond himself with a letter. And this was how I became at the age of 7 a devoted, loving disciple of my Beloved Guru.</p>
<p>Guru actually came in June of the same year to Geneva and again in the summer of 1973. My father had organised a conference for Guru. All my family went to wait for Guru at the airport. We then invited Guru to our small apartment to have tea and some delicious pink cake that my mother had specially made. We had photos of Guru on the wall and to us, the kids, Guru was our uncle.</p>
<p>I remember Guru touching our heads, my sister, my brother and me. This was my first conscious blessing. Even though on the outer plane I had no idea what was going on, I loved my 'uncle'; he was so beautiful. We also had a lovely boat trip with Guru. I think my first surrender-moment was when we were asked to sit next to Guru for a photo. I remember being squished under Guru’s arm next to my brother. I could not even lift my head, so tightly was I held there. What a blessing I got! But back then I was probably wondering how I could escape.</p>
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<p>That evening Guru wanted my mother to come to the conference, so Guru requested Kailash, another Swiss disciple, to babysit us. I don’t remember how we behaved and I hope Kailash has forgotten – we the little monsters! We also had a picnic in a park where I was wondering why people were sitting so far away from Guru. He was all alone under a tree, writing. He looked so beautiful.</p>
<p>So this is the story of how my father and I became disciples. My father passed away in September 2003. During his years as a disciple he had many incredible inner experiences that only an Avatar such as our Guru can reveal to his student. Since we joined, it has been transformation at the speed of a bullet – even though I know that many opportunities were missed that could have made us fly much faster. But our Guru will never give up. He gives and gives and gives, even when our head hits the wall. My gratitude to my Beloved Guru is measureless for Eternity.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-first-guru">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>If a little meditation can give you this kind of experience...</h2><div class="field-item"><p>by <strong>Pragya Gerig</strong><br/>
<em>Nuremberg, Germany</em></p>
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<p>When I turned 20 I moved to Nuremberg. In Nuremberg I attended services at different churches, but there I felt nothing. At the same time I heard for the first time of the teachings of Sri Krishna and Buddha. I learned that they had taught the same principles as Jesus – love, devotion, compassion, forgiveness. I felt confused, and since I often doubted certain things in the institution of the church, I stopped going altogether. I thought, "I will just be open to everything – one day I will find the right faith for me."</p>
<p>After I stopped going to church, I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night screaming and having the really intense feeling, "I have forgotten something!" At that time I did not consciously know what I had forgotten; but unconsciously I was searching for a connecting link with God. I converted from Catholic to Protestant and listened to various spiritual talks. Finally I went regularly to a Christian student community at the university. Whomever I met and felt inspired by, I asked: “Do you know the way to talk to God?” Even the priest at the university was asked this question. Every semester we had a brochure about the whole programme in this student community – from meditation to theatre practice. Finally the priest agreed to add one more item: “Talks about God.” Every programme was well attended, except for that one – it seemed nobody wanted to talk about God.</p>
<p>Then, finally, I thought I had found what I was looking for. In this student community I met some really inspiring girls who belonged to a Christian group. They lived a pure life – like nuns – in a normal world, with an open heart, and tried to be a shining example to the rest of the world. I was really impressed by them – how they behaved, and how strong their belief was. So I thought, “That‘s my new way.”</p>
<p>For years my boyfriend had been doing a kind of meditation of his own. Often I used to scold him, “That‘s just a waste of time, sitting there and doing nothing.” In the meantime my boyfriend had read a book about occult practices, and I thought, “Either I find him a meditation group that suits him, or I have to break up with him.”</p>
<p>Soon I discovered a poster for a lecture about meditation. It took me a whole day to convince him to come with me. The lecture and the person who gave it were not to my taste – I found everything quite boring. I would have left after five minutes, but my boyfriend insisted on staying, since I had bothered him the whole day and forced him to come with me. So I stayed until the end and even took a leaflet about their books with me.</p>
<p>One or two weeks later I got the idea that I could try to do meditation on my own. I found a little booklet with a simple meditation technique, where you imagine the sun in your heart. I was sitting there for maybe ten minutes, imagining the sun in my heart, and when I opened my eyes, I was overwhelmed with what I saw. Thousands of streaks of light were coming out of my body and mirroring my subtle body, so that I was just facing my subtle self. I thought, “If a little meditation can give you this kind of experience, how will it be when you really meditate?” At that moment I remembered the leaflet with the books about meditation and immediately ordered the book <em>Meditation</em> by Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>When I got the book and started reading, I thought, “That‘s what I have been looking for all along!” In previous years I had tried to read a few books about Zen, but I always fell asleep after a few pages. This book I could read for hours, and it contained all the themes I always wanted to know about. So, Zen meditation was not meant for me in this incarnation. I fell in love with the meditation book and read it a few times within a week – but I had a kind of fear when I saw the pictures of Guru. Then the idea came to me: "You just have to look in the eyes of the picture. There you will see the truth." </p>
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<p>So I took the photo which was captioned '<em>Sri Chinmoy demonstrates contemplation</em>' and looked into his eyes.   As soon as I looked into his eyes, my heart started racing – really fast and hard. Light was streaming into me, and it felt like an explosion of light in my heart. I could see my whole body filled with glowing light. Before, I had read in the leaflet that Sri Chinmoy was a sportsman. At that moment I was directly connected with Sri Chinmoy, and so inwardly I said, "I am very sorry, but I have to shut the book! I am not a sportsman like you. I think I will get a heart attack if I don‘t close the book!" I never, ever had this kind of racing heartbeat before or afterwards. I closed the book and was sure that I had found a real Master.</p>
<p>From that moment on, the only wish of my heart was to become a student of this Master. Within a few days I wrote to the address listed in the book and asked how I could become a disciple. One month after I got the book I was accepted as a disciple.</p>
<p>One month after I had sent in my picture, my boyfriend sent in his picture, too. When I told him my experiences while doing meditation, he said to himself, “What she can do, I can do, too.” And later he confessed that within three month he had made more progress than during the previous seven years, when he was meditating on his own.</p>
<p>I am eternally grateful that I got the chance to meet my Guru, and to be his disciple.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/if-little-meditation-can-give-you-kind-experience">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>My own story goes back to a few months prior to my birth. My parents emigrated from the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, the Caribbean nation of Haiti. By the time they married they lived almost a middle-class life, by American standards. They built their own home, my mother owned a very successful business as a seamstress and my father worked as an accountant. They had no real reason to leave Haiti, yet they felt a very strong pull to establish a new life in the United States.</p>
<p>But it was 1963, and the chance of an expectant mother (I was due in two months) from a poor country getting a visa to the United States was very small. Lo and behold, the US Embassy in Port-au-Prince granted my parents visas. They sold everything, including their house, packed up and made their way to the 'Big Apple'. I was born in Manhattan. We later moved to Brooklyn, where we stayed until my father decided that the family should move to Miami ... fast-forward eight years to 1971.<br/>
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The winter before my eighth birthday, as my parents were growing tired of the cold, snow, trains and concrete, they decided that Miami would become their new home and we would move before the next winter. I had completed about a month in third grade when we moved. As in New York, my parents enrolled me in Catholic school. Both my mother and I really disliked moving to Florida. We were saddened by having to leave the family behind. Being an only child, I missed my cousins and friends and I found my new neighbourhood friends so unadventuresome, as they only wanted to stay indoors, playing house and dolls. In New York, when the weather was pleasant, life for an 8-year-old was always outside. In Miami, the heat and humidity which pervaded most of the year meant parents kept their children more indoors.<br/>
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Although life in Florida always seemed somewhat of a second choice for me, there was one significant experience which, to date, always remains with me. About a year or so after we moved to Miami, my fourth-grade class was chosen to sing during one of the daytime masses. At that time, St. Mary‘s in Miami was the only cathedral, and so on special days we would attend mass in this very beautiful church. Our performance consisted of Latin songs. l can still hear one of the songs so clearly in my mind – <em>Kyrie Eleison</em>. I was transported by the experience of hearing our little angelic voices echo in this beautiful cathedral – my first conscious spiritual experience.<br/>
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My melancholic longing for life back in New York caused me to vow to return once I was 18. My mom and I would go back every so often, but once I reached 12 and could travel alone, I would go to New York every summer and stay for as long as I was permitted to. My favourite destination was with my favourite cousins, who lived in Queens Village.</p>
<p>During these years I would have existentialist-type of experiences of 'not feeling real'. This brings me to my second conscious spiritual experience. One midday, I was in the lunch line of our school cafeteria. I never shared these experiences with anyone else, but this time the feeling was so strong that I began to head towards Sister Mary, my teacher that year. I desperately needed to ask her, 'Do I exist?' But my fear of her reaction caused me to detour towards my friends‘ table.<br/>
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At 15, I was a regular member of the church youth group, attending the youth mass on Friday nights, and despite Saturday night partying, I would also make the Sunday morning mass with my parents. </p>
<p>One Christmas Eve, a couple months after my 16th birthday, my parents and I attended the special midnight mass. Suddenly, in the middle of the mass, a fellow church member had a heart attack. I had mixed feelings of compassion for him, along with a selfish disappointment that the beautiful mass had been interrupted. Shortly after, I decided that church was not for me and discontinued attending. On the one hand, the experience during mass was very uplifting – the singing, the contemplation, the peace – but once I left church it somehow vanished. That is why I was so disappointed on Christmas Eve. You see, Christmas mass was the highest experience of the entire year, and I would have to wait a whole twelve months to feel that peace and joy again!<br/>
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My best friend in high school, who was a year ahead of me, began her studies at the University of Miami (UM). When I did not have to work early Sunday morning, I would spend the weekend with her at the campus dorm, enjoying the college life, while still a high school student. On one of these weekends I became friends with someone who would become a sort of 'mentor' to me. Most people found Johnny a bit odd, as he was a free thinker. He spoke and acted quite different from the rest of us, but I found him refreshing and fascinating. I learned about the purpose of yoga, the importance of eating healthy, and a vegetarian diet. I was not a big meat eater – I disliked meat as a child and wanted to become vegetarian. My parents would not allow it before, but in the summer before my 18th birthday I was allowed to make my own decisions. There was much to learn about 'eating healthy', as Pepsi Cola and chocolate cake were my breakfast of choice; the caffeine and sugar helped me to maintain an active life of lots of late night dancing, a part-time job evenings and weekends, little sleep and a challenging academic schedule, as I prepared for pre-medical studies.<br/>
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Whether or not Johnny really was from Venus, I believed him and it was through him that I attended several different types of meditations, once I became a student at UM. We attended satsang at people‘s homes, free meditations and meals at a Hindu Temple Sundays, and I read a few spiritual books. On my own I began reading the Bible and nearly converted to a group who very strictly followed the Old Testament. A childhood friend, who was like a sister to me, was a member. They led a very clean lifestyle and all sounded good, except for their strong dislike for people who were NOT of colour.<br/>
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Around this same time I attended several consecutive meditation classes on campus. Although I enjoyed them, I remember sitting in the class feeling as if a storm were raging inside of me. I was having such difficulty. Then I heard a voice say, 'You are not ready!' It was quite surprising, as I was not used to hearing inner voices. But I felt such a relief and inwardly answered, 'OK, that explains it'. I followed the voice and stopped trying to meditate.<br/>
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As my friendship with Johnny waned, so did my spiritual seeking. I remained a vegetarian and occasionally over the years would try to meditate using a flute tape I had purchased in the meditation classes at UM. After a few minutes of trying to meditate I would think, 'Oh, this music is so weird. How is someone supposed to meditate to this?'<br/>
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At 26, some eight or nine years later, I had what seemed to be an ideal life – a good job at the University of Miami, earning a graduate degree part-time in the evenings at no cost, and good relationships – but something inside me began to question this life. Am I happy? Who am I? Why am I here? Will I reach my parents' age and find that I am still looking for happiness? </p>
<p>At one point I began having what I would now call anxiety attacks, trying to figure it all out. I began seeking again, mixing with spiritual people, visiting health food stores, reading new age magazines. Once more I sat down to meditate and pulled out the 'weird' flute tape. This time the tape broke!<br/>
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Around that same time, at the check-out line of the health food store I had begun to frequent, the cashier and I recognised each other. The questions went back and forth – Had he been one of my professors? Had I ever been to a meditation class? Did I do a meditation at UM? Finally, we made the connection he had been one of the instructors at my meditation class, where I got the "inner message". </p>
<p>He then asked "Are you still meditating?". Immediately I felt as if my heart had dropped to the floor. As I answered, "No", a great sorrow came over me. I heard a voice saying, "All these years... you have not meditated!" Clearly it was the voice of the Divine – that same inner voice that told me, "You are not ready", and now years later asking me why I had waited so long!<br/>
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It has been nearly three decades now since becoming a member of the Sri Chinmoy Centre, and I will be eternally grateful to the Supreme for guiding me along this path. Things that I never would have dreamed of for myself have developed – long-distance and multi-day running, singing in concerts, helping others learn how to meditate and visiting dozens and dozens of countries with our group. Above all I have been given the opportunity to manifest God‘s Light here on earth!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/inner-voice">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Now you are in the boat</h2><div class="field-item"><p>by <strong>Kaushalya Casey</strong><br/>
<em>Toronto, Canada</em></p>
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<p>In 1971, in the Cover to Cover bookshop on Mountain St. in Montreal, I picked up a copy of <em>Meditations: Food for the Soul</em> and started reading. To my extreme surprise, the words were almost jumping off the pages! Such beauty, truth and immediacy! I had never had such an experience before, although I had read quite a few spiritual books. Having no cash with me, I asked the clerk if I could copy out a few aphorisms. Forty years later, I still have them somewhere in a notebook.</p>
<p>It did not occur to me that I could seek out this profoundly moving author – the transcendental photograph of Sri Chinmoy on the cover seemed to suggest an ancient Chinese Buddha, and I no doubt needed time to move away from a few bad habits acquired in the sixties, along with the rest of my generation.</p>
<p>A year later, I had done just that, and was now living in Vancouver. I saw a poster for the Aum Centre, as the Sri Chinmoy Centre was then called. That same 'Chinese Buddha' was on the flier, and I visited the Centre. Immediately I felt a strong presence in that house, as though I would surely meet a long-lost, familiar and loving friend around any corner. It was palpable. I put a smiling picture of Guru on my wall, and I would wake up at three in the morning to see it smiling powerfully in my direction.</p>
<p>When I wrote requesting to join the path, I told Guru - Sri Chinmoy - that I felt he had already accepted me. The compassion emanating from Guru's photos and the few books then available had stolen my heart. I am forever grateful that no weighty decision-making mental process was needed.</p>
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<p>A few months later the Vancouver Centre received a LP recording of Guru reciting poems from his book <em>My Flute</em>. Again the power of Guru’s words filled the air. It seemed that we were hearing the actual voice of the universe. The depth and resonance of Guru’s words created a brand new experience for my poetic world. <em>My Flute</em> was like Heaven revealing itself, moment to moment, poem by poem.</p>
<p>In December 1972, I went to New York for the first time and my first meditation was at Sarama’s house. A blessed feeling of relief and lightness came over me: A being of such love and beauty truly existed with us here on earth! We were invited to Guru’s house, and even had the opportunity to ask questions and enjoy some inspiring conversations. Without even planning on saying anything, I suddenly said to Guru that I sometimes felt I was too weak for the spiritual life.</p>
<p>Guru replied - I cannot quote exactly - "Who tells you that? It is all your imagination. You have a good aspiring soul and you will do well on our path. Now you are in the boat. Just don’t jump out of the boat or you will be devoured by ignorance-sea."</p>
<p>I have often been thankful for those words, and I hope they give encouragement to some seeker weathering the occasional stormy elements.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/now-you-are-boat">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>You ran for all the girls</h2><div class="field-item"><p>by <strong>Sarita Earp</strong><br/>
<em>Halifax, Canada</em></p>
<p>When I joined the path in 1974, one of the first activities our Halifax Centre had was a mini sports day where we timed our 100 metre runs.  When the others saw my time, they suggested I train for the annual sports day in New York.  I saw there was a one mile race and that appealed to me, although I had not run more than a 200 metre race in high school (that was the longest event back then for girls).  I trained myself and ended up winning the race.  </p>
<p>A few years later, Guru encouraged all his students to exercise every day. He especially loved running for its inner and outer value and suggested a minimum of 2 miles a day. In high school, my favorite thing had been sports. At the age of 25, just before I became a disciple, I was inspired to go out and run around the block in spite of being a pack-a-day smoker. Also, during my high school years I used to think if a boy can do something why can’t a girl, so I was always determined to do something if I wanted to, regardless of being a girl.  When I left school I hitchhiked across Canada alone and also spent 5 days in the woods alone, to get over my fear of that.</p>
<p>One year in the 70’s, Guru had a race on the local cinder track at Jamaica High School – 7 miles for the girls and 10 miles for the boys, both starting at the same time.  During one of the laps I suddenly thought, why couldn’t I do 10 miles like the boys? I do not remember if I had ever run 7 miles before but I had definitely never run 10 miles.</p>
<p>The track slowly emptied and then there was one solitary boy sitting as a guard, reading in a chair, and one solitary runner, me, shuffling around the cinder track for a very long time.  I do not remember the mundane details after finishing, except what happened to make this story interesting. </p>
<p>I was at Annam Brahma, a restaurant in the area run by disciples, when I was called to the phone.  Guru was inviting me to his house and would send someone to give me a ride.  I was very grateful for the consideration of this gesture as I was completely exhausted.</p>
<p>When I arrived, I was ushered into the backyard.  It was full of visiting disciples from Europe and the West Coast of the US. Guru was sitting at the front. They may have been asking questions; I don’t exactly remember. I sat down at the back. When it was time for <em>prasad</em>, Guru gave each person an Indian sweet. When I stood in front of him, with an Indian sweet in his hand, he placed the back of his hand on the top of my forehead and said, “You ran for all the girls.”  </p>
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<p>(<em>Corollary</em>: A few years later the distances at our races became the same for men and women.)</p>
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<p>Guru inspired us all to participate in what was then an annual 24-hour bicycle race in Central Park, New York City. One year, four of us drove from Halifax in my car to participate. We arrived the night before the race. The boys took the car to their place and early in the morning picked up myself and the other girl. On the way to the race, I noticed all the stuff was still in the car, which was a hatchback, and everything was visible – camera, large tape player, cartons of books, extra gas because there was a gas shortage. Also in the car was an extra hidden car key, and advertising us as visitors was the Nova Scotia license plate.  When we parked, I wondered what would be safer – leaving everything in the car or in Central Park? I intuitively knew the car was a “sitting duck” but Central Park did not sound any safer.  I did not know that we had our own guarded section for belongings.</p>
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<p>I really had a great time riding for 24 hours up and down the hills, around and around, and of course, Guru was there too.  Early Sunday morning, the race was over.  New York was sleeping.  The street where we parked was quiet and full of parked cars on both sides, except for one empty space.  My car had been stolen.  While the others went to to look on other streets, I knew this was the spot where it had been.  </p>
<p>I was unusually calm and accepting of this fact. In the evening function at Progress-Promise, our meditation place, I sat near the front.  I felt and thought, “They can take away everything I have but they can not take away the most important thing” - which was the feeling I had inside: my Guru, my spiritual life.  I had such a deep feeling of peace, contentment, fullness and gratitude. This was one of the best experiences of my life.</p>
<p>The next day, during an afternoon function, I was called to the back of the room and ushered in behind a curtain.  Guru was standing there and without a word, put out his hand with money in it.  I gestured no, as I had a good job and a credit card, but he continued to put it in my hand.  It was enough to fly home to Halifax.</p>
<p>(<em>Corollary:</em> 2 months later my insurance company called to say the car was in the pound in Lower Manhattan.  I could fly down to get it but they had no details of its condition.  Well, a free trip to New York to be with my Guru again was exciting in itself.  It turned out to only have a blown muffler, although bare of all contents, everything, even my meditation picture. I had a wonderful time there and then drove home!)</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/you-ran-all-girls">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Listen to the inner voice</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>It was a beautiful sunny Games Day at our annual August Celebrations in New York. The teams were North America against Europe, playing soccer, a game Guru used to play at the Ashram and encouraged his disciples to play to foster dynamism, oneness and good old discipline.</p>
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<p>It was an intense game and I was playing defence. One of our players pierced the defence of the European team but the goalie made a beautiful save and the European team made a couple of very fine passes. Suddenly one European player broke away and was coming towards our goalie. I was running after him as I had gone forward to help on the last play and was caught off guard. I ran with all the speed I could gather up and caught up with him. As he was about to kick the ball, I also swung my right foot to block and we both hit our own foot and collapsed on the ground. The game was stopped momentarily. My brother-disciple seems to have gotten the better of it as he was OK, but my foot had inflated in size. I had pulled something, probably a tendon.</p>

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<p>I had to limp off the field and exit from the game and I think the European disciples won that game by a goal. Guru was informed of the situation and I was immediately grateful for that. For some reason, I felt I should walk on my foot, but everyone was giving me advice as to what to do and what not to do, which was not to walk on my foot. I inwardly felt all the time that I should be walking on my foot and it was a very powerful feeling. I felt uncomfortable all afternoon for not listening to that inner voice.</p>
<p>Later that evening I went up for prasad and Guru saw me walking with one foot off the ground and the other taking the whole weight. Guru motioned to me come and see him. I went up to Guru and he told me that he had put a very strong force on me and asked me why was I not walking. I apologized to Guru and went back to my seat walking quite comfortably on both feet. The pain and whatever the problem was had disappeared, and voila – a truly incredible instant miracle cure had occurred.</p>
<p>From that day on I learned a very precious lesson, and that is to listen to one’s inner voice, especially with the calibre of Guru we have.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/listen-inner-voice">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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Imagination is a solid power;<br/>
Imagination is a reality<br/>
In the higher worlds.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_uldgsxy" title="Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote1_uldgsxy">1</a></p>
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<p>When I was a fairly new disciple, there was a period of time when I would make a point of getting up to meditate at 5:00 a.m.. Inwardly, I imagined that at 6:00 a.m. hundreds of disciples were sitting in front of Guru for morning meditation, causing me to feel somewhat lost in the crowd. As a result of this inner imagining, I came up with the idea that if I &#39;arrived&#39;&nbsp;earlier than everyone else, then I would be able sit right in front of Guru and hopefully be the only one with him up until 6:00 a.m. Thus I began my 5:00 a.m. strategic meditations.</p>
<p>After several successful mornings of getting up at the appointed hour, I started to feel that it was imperative that I not be late or miss a morning because I believed that Guru would definitely notice and be very disappointed. Also, I was finding that when my alarm went off, my first thought would always be that Guru was waiting for me, so it became very easy to get up to meditate. I would actually feel excited. In time, this entire experience began to blossom into a wonderful inner relationship with Guru. What started out as imaginary began to take on a precious reality.</p>
<p>A few weeks later, I travelled to New York for a weekend visit. I was very excited at the thought of seeing Guru but, at the same time, I was not expecting any kind of attention. I felt that as I was a new disciple, he still did not really know me outwardly. However, when I went up for prasad, Guru looked at me, gave a big smile and uttered what seemed to be a delighted exclamation of recognition, as though he was extremely happy to finally be able to put a face to the soul who was visiting him each morning.</p>
<p>At that moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that an inner relationship with Guru is far more real to him than an outer one.</p>
<p>by <strong>Sanchita Fleming</strong><br/>
<em>Ottawa, Canada</em></p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_uldgsxy"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_uldgsxy">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_16">Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;<em>Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16</em></a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
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<h2>The day when everything began</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/storyimages/bhagavantee-paul.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Even though it happened 20 years ago, I still remember in detail the day when everything began. At the time I was living in Halle an der Saale, a small town in Sachsen-Anhalt. One Saturday evening in summer I was driving home after swimming when I suddenly had the idea to pay a short visit to a friend of mine, a sculptor. Just as I entered his garden, a group of women were leaving. My friend told me that they were coming from Nuremberg every Saturday afternoon to hold a meditation class at his place. "Oh", I thought, "I am interested in that!" By this time I had developed a great inner hunger for spirituality by reading some important books.</p>
<p>I went back the following Saturday. Unfortunately, it was not the same women whose cheerful smiles I remembered well. It was a man who was teaching the class. At this point the group was more advanced and was already meditating the way they usually meditate at the Sri Chinmoy Centres. I could not quite follow. After all, I had never consciously meditated and never received any kind of introduction to meditation. Then I looked at Sri Chinmoy’s books on display, saw his smiling picture on the cover of the book <em>Happiness</em> and thought, "Well, nobody has the capacity to be always happy. This can’t be something authentic; probably it is a sect."</p>
<p>And that is how far it went for me. Nevertheless, I made contact with the man because I planned to move to Nuremberg to study. Maybe I would be able to work for him and make some money, I thought. In the period before moving to Nuremberg, I meditated once in a while following some instructions and otherwise tried to get ready for my new era in Nuremberg.</p>
<p>My move opened a new world for me: anthroposophy. Anthroposophy is a field under the humanities, founded by Rudolf Steiner. It had a great influence on many areas of life – pedagogy, agriculture, art, etc. The Waldorf schools are its best known exponents. I wanted to study eurhythmy, a kind of dance form which visualises music and language through movement. Eurhythmy is very spiritual and is entirely the child of anthroposophy – something quite complicated but most beautiful. I therefore thought that this would be enough in the field of spirituality and that I would not need much else. But as life goes on, one thing follows the other and doors that we did not see before open up all of a sudden.</p>
<p>At some point, the man who had taught the meditation class invited me to go to a fair on the esoteric to help him at his booth there. Since I had never done such a thing, I eagerly agreed. At the age of 21 one is open to the whole world! During the ride I had endless opportunities to ask questions. At the fair, I listened to a music recording by the Nuremberg Sri Chinmoy Centre. It really touched my heart, even though it sometimes seemed a bit off key. I had to have the tape, and someone offered it to me. I still have this tape, and when I listen to it, all those beautiful memories come back... All this happened in 1990, a year after the change in East Germany that set so many things in motion.</p>
<p>When we returned to Nuremberg that evening, I was so inundated by everything that very little was needed for me to feel that I should be part of the group the nice class instructor belonged to. When we said good-bye, he gave me the book <em>Meditation</em> by Sri Chinmoy as a gift and said, "You seem to have the vibration of a disciple."</p>
<p>I went into my apartment, sat on my bed and cried out of gratitude and happiness. At this very moment I know I inwardly became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy and he let me onboard his boat. What happened next? I asked for details about the meditation class and then went to the Sri Chinmoy Centre. The only thing I knew was not to expect anything special. That was a good thing, since I had no special experiences but only felt joy going there. At some point I submitted my picture, but I already knew that I would definitely be accepted by Sri Chinmoy. What else could I have done?</p>
<p>What else is left to say? Gratitude is the only word that comes to me. I am grateful that my life went in this direction, that I found such a great Master and friend who ceaselessly inspires me and lightens my life’s burdens. It is a precious gift, and I am happy to be a part of this beautiful, cheerful family of Sri Chinmoy’s disciples.</p>
<p>We can find Sri Chinmoy only through the heart. Even with limited receptivity we can feel deep within what he can do for us, even if we are not meant for his path. What he gives is so universal, so all-encompassing and illumining that anybody can profit from it. His music, his books and his paintings are portals for anyone to enter into a world of inner upliftment and fulfilment. An open heart and a searching mind are the only requisites.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/day-when-everything-began">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>I grew up in Queens and I went to Jamaica High School. One day I had just gone to a party, and I was so disillusioned with the world. I was walking down Hillside Avenue when I saw a poster with a picture of Guru. I thought, "Wow!" I was looking for a teacher. The poster had a phone number on it, but I had no pen with me. So I took out my book 'How to Survive in the Woods' and scratched in the phone number with my key.</p>
<p>The next day I called this number and got Dulal on the phone. He was a prominent disciple of Guru‘s who took care of this kind of thing. I told him that I had just turned 16 a week earlier. He said, "Then you probably have long hair?" I said, “No." Then he said, “You probably take drugs?" And I said, "No." So then he said, "All right, you can come on Thursday." I was deeply grateful and mentioned that I had read, "When the seeker is ready, the Master will appear". He replied, "Let us see".</p>
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<p>Things were a little different in those days (1970). The meditations were in Guru‘s house. For some reason I thought I should wear white, because I was wearing white. I actually got to Guru‘s house early. The door to the front porch was open. I walked in and Guru was sitting there on his couch. I didn‘t know what to do. I was just a kid! I remember I was actually standing in front of Guru, kind of flapping my arms. I got very nervous and Guru asked me who I was. I answered, “Dulal invited me to come." Guru said, “Oh, very good. Please come back in 15 minutes."</p>
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<p>So I came back and I remember waiting outside Guru‘s house with some of the disciples. I was very shy so I didn‘t say anything, but I was amazed how pure everyone looked. When we got inside, Guru had a meditation. It was in the main room of Guru‘s house. Guru asked all the disciples to come up and meditate. There were only about 30 people. As soon as I saw Guru, I saw a holy light around him, and I knew Guru was my Master.</p>
<p>People were getting up and I actually thought I was a disciple. So I started getting up. I was standing, but it was too late – everybody else was already up there meditating. Then everybody came back to their seats. Guru saw me standing there and said, “Now, new people come up and meditate." So I went up and meditated and that was it. I just knew from the moment I saw Guru that he was my teacher.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/i-just-knew-moment-i-saw-him">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>In the summer of 2001, I had a dream where Guru asked me to come to his house in the evenings to water his plants. Even in my dream I found myself saying, &quot;But Guru, I live in Miami&quot;.&nbsp;Guru did not reply.</p>
<p>The dream was so vivid and so unusual that I called New York to see if I could ask Guru about it. Guru was told about the dream and&nbsp;said, &quot;I am very proud of her. She can come to New York if she wants to.&quot;&nbsp;I was happy but did not feel that I had to move since Guru had requested Lunthita and me to work on building the Hialeah Centre.</p>
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<p>In November of 2001, the president of the company where I was working told me that he wanted to move the office from Miami to New Jersey and that if I wanted to stay with the company I would also need to move. He knew about my spiritual life and said that I should ask Guru. I asked, but for three months there was no reply.</p>
<p>When I returned from the Christmas trip I still did not have an answer. In February my boss told me that I had three weeks to make my decision. I asked Guru again&nbsp;through one of his secretaries, and the answer came back: &#39;Fine.&#39;&nbsp;My boss wanted me to move immediately, and so in a matter of three weeks, I packed my clothes and some books in my car, loaded the car on the train and moved to New Jersey.</p>
<p>In about three months after coming to New Jersey, my job came to an end. The company was not doing well and had to let me go. And then I crashed my car. I had no easy way to go from New Jersey to New York, but a part of me was really afraid of the big city, so I continued to live in New Jersey and look for jobs there.</p>
<p>Finally, after six months of futile search, it came to me that it did not make sense to stay in New Jersey without a job and a car, when Guru was in New York. So I asked Guru if I could move to Queens.</p>
<p>Coming to New York was not so bad. I still did not have work, but I could spend all my time at Aspiration-Ground (where Sri Chinmoy would meditate with his students) or running errands and being with Guru. It was blissful. Even now I wonder how I survived over a year without any money coming in, but I believe Guru took away all my anxieties. Guru&rsquo;s poem &quot;<em>My child, do not plan, do not plan. I have everything planned for you</em>...&quot;&nbsp;was my daily inspiration and I strongly felt that the perfect job that I needed was being created for me. I also felt that Sri Chinmoy&nbsp;knew everything and I did not have to outwardly tell him anything.</p>
<p>I had applied for a teaching position to a college in Manhattan that had a couple of openings in my field. The day before the interview I received a call from Guru. This for me was totally unprecedented. Guru told me that he was concerned that I did not have a job and that I should take any job, whatever it might be. I had the opportunity to tell him about the interview the following day. He also inquired very closely about my financial situation. I told him that I would be fine for a few more months. He said that if I did not tell him if I was short of money, then he would sue me in the court of the Supreme <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_zjafly8" title="&#39;Supreme&#39; was Sri Chinmoy&#39;s favourite word to refer to God, or the Highest" href="#footnote1_zjafly8">1</a>. Guru&rsquo;s concern touched me immensely.</p>
<p>The interview went well. The day after the interview I was sitting at Annam Brahma writing a thank-you note to Guru for his concern. As I was writing the note, a call came from the provost of the college making me a formal offer. I had the opportunity to include that in my note.</p>
<p>But the story does not end here. The job offer came in May but college did not start until September. So that summer I used every opportunity that I had to be around Guru. One day after a Saturday morning race, Guru ended with a particularly heart-melting race prayer-song:&nbsp;</p>
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<p>I love my Lord, I love my Lord.<br/>
Therefore, I cry and cry.<br/>
I need my Lord, I need my Lord.<br/>
Therefore, I try and try.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_gf3sk10" title="Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;Enthusiasm, part 6, 2004" href="#footnote2_gf3sk10">2</a></p>
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<p>As he was leaving, someone came up and said that Guru wanted me to come to his house. In my sweaty running outfit I went to Guru&rsquo;s house, embarrassed that I had not had a chance to shower and clean up. Guru gave me an envelope with many small birds inside a big bird. He said, &quot;I had wanted to give you some money but it took me so long. Therefore, I have given you some more&quot;.</p>
<p>I was stunned &ndash; so stunned that I could not even feel or express gratitude. I always feel that Guru&rsquo;s needs are so much more &ndash; he has to take care of so many other people and things. For me, it is only one person that I have to take care of. I prayed to Guru to give me more gratitude in my life.</p>
<p>In September I started teaching. It was another month before I got my first salary in hand. By then I had really run out of money. If it were not for Guru&rsquo;s blessing-gift, I would have been in trouble. It is clear that he knew everything...and that he took care of everything.</p>
<p>The lines come back:</p>
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<p>My child, My child, do not plan; do not plan! I have already planned everything for you. Just play with me and play for Me. I shall not fail you. I shall not only take you to your destined goal but also give you My Heart of infinite Love and My Eye of infinite Compassion.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_ajoyrhx" title="Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;Fifty-four morning prayer-cries and morning meditation-smiles, Agni Press, 1988" href="#footnote3_ajoyrhx">3</a></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_zjafly8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_zjafly8">1.</a> &#39;Supreme&#39; was Sri Chinmoy&#39;s favourite word to refer to God, or the Highest</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_gf3sk10"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_gf3sk10">2.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ent_6">Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;<em>Enthusiasm, part 6</em></a>, 2004</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_ajoyrhx"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_ajoyrhx">3.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mpc">Sri Chinmoy,&nbsp;<em>Fifty-four morning prayer-cries and morning meditation-smiles</em></a>, Agni Press, 1988</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/masters-concern">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Time seemed to freeze</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/brahmata-2.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />As a relatively new disciple, I was really fortunate in that my good friends at the Ottawa Centre would take me down to New York a lot! Between 2005 and 2007, I would spring at literally every opportunity I got. Looking back, I am extremely grateful to have been able to see Guru so much in those two years. I had no idea at the time how much I would come to cherish all of those moments.</p>
<p>I recall one time in 2006 when the Christmas trip had just ended, and a car load of us who hadn’t seen Guru for about three months eagerly made the journey to Queens. After the morning function I had this really restless feeling; I was so full of energy and really needed something to do. The first idea that struck me was to go to Kritagyata’s house and see if they needed help with anything there. Sure enough, a project was in the works, so a few girls and I got right to it.</p>
<p>After a couple of hours Kritagyata came running in, "Go outside! Guru is here!" I was shocked and really excited that Guru had come. (Talk about being in the right place at the right time!) When we went outside, Guru was right out front sitting in the passenger seat of a car with the window rolled down. He was calling us: "Come, come.", He proceeded to hand each of us a sandwich, one by one.</p>
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<p>When I went to take mine I looked into Guru’s eyes and time seemed to freeze; I had never physically been that close to Guru before, and the power of his presence was so striking. I felt like he knew everything about me and was looking directly into my soul. I felt Guru pouring all of his love into me and it brought tears to my eyes. I had never felt that loved by anyone before in my life.</p>
<p>I inwardly tried to bring my gratitude to the fore but I felt like Guru’s gratitude toward me was way stronger than any gratitude I could show him. It was really overwhelming. After what felt like a long time, but in reality was probably only a few seconds, Guru nodded his head as he placed the prasad into my hands.</p>
<p>I found a quiet spot to go eat my sandwich; I just sat there in silence, basking in Guru’s light. That was the first time I ever had an eggplant hero. Now they are a favourite, as I am reminded of this special day every time I eat one. I never thought that a sandwich could be a catalyst for such a beautiful spiritual experience!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/time-seemed-freeze">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>It does not matter which spoon you use</h2><div class="field-item"><p>by <strong>Brahmacharini Rebidoux</strong><br/>
<em>St. John's, Canada</em></p>
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<p>One of the ways in which he has dealt with me, since pretty much the beginning of my disciple life, has been through dreams – very vivid, very illumining communications of spiritual meaning, instruction, comfort, etc., usually with Guru being directly present in the dream.</p>
<p>One inspiring dream I had came right at the beginning of my disciple life, when I was a Master’s student in philosophy and, while not irreligious, was looking for God (as philosophers generally do) in the form of impersonal 'Truth'. I was having difficulty with Sri Chinmoy's path because I was feeling that it was too devotionally oriented and not intellectually rigorous enough.</p>
<p>Guru, of course, could have just laughed at my mind; but instead, he communicated to me just what I needed to know in a way that was illumining while also not being simply dismissive of the mind.</p>
<p>I had a dream in which I was, with other disciples, at a great banquet. Everyone was eating most ravenously, but I, sitting off by myself, refused to eat because I didn’t like the spoon that I had been given. I kept trying to get the servers’ attention so that I could get another spoon, but they were ignoring me. Suddenly Guru was beside me, and in the most tender, but also bliss-filled voice, he said to me: “Once you taste the soup, you will see that it does not matter which spoon you use". The spoon, of course, I understood to be the path, and the soup to be God.</p>
<p>And now, many years later, in teaching philosophy and religious studies at university in Newfoundland, I still feel – or rather, I feel ever more and more – the potency of the illumination of that dream. No matter which religion I teach, I try to realise God’s presence and light and unique manifestation in that tradition. When I teach Islam, I become as though a Muslim in my heart; when I teach Buddhism, I’m a Buddhist; when I teach Christianity, a Christian; etc. And in so doing, I have never felt Guru or Guru’s path to be far away from me. He has all along been right there, it seems, studying and teaching and even 'realising', right along with me and inside of me. And ever more and more have I felt, therefore, the growing and steady presence of the Supreme Beloved – who, for me, is 'Truth' personalized – hidden within all traditions and within all things, to which Guru has ever been pointing and leading us all.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/it-does-not-matter-which-spoon-you-use">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>So much longing, for something</h2><div class="field-item"><p>by <strong>Pushpa rani Piner</strong><br/>
<em>Ottawa, Canada</em></p>
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<p>So one day I was downtown in Toronto, just walking down the street, and I saw this poster. It said ‘Meditation’ and I just wrote it down and I decided to go to the class. I was not looking at all, it just looked like something that would be interesting. I remember the day very clearly, because I got up in the morning, I was getting ready, and I felt some kind of inner joy in the morning, before I went to the class. Then I was walking to the class and I almost felt as if I was floating, I just was having this kind of experience which I had never had before. So I got to the class and I was sitting at the very back and as soon as the speaker started talking, I felt just so absorbed in what he was saying. I was writing every single thing down, and at the break I ended up moving to the front of the class and I happened to meet someone else I knew there. The class finished, I walked home, and I just remember, I had never had that experience before, and I didn’t know what it was, I just knew I had never felt so light and so happy compared to how I had ever felt in my life before. So of course I continued with the classes, and I have continued ever since, I have really gained so much from being part of the Centre.</p>
<h2>Having a teacher</h2>
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<p>I think that everything that I had wanted to be, in a certain way, having a teacher has manifested that in a way that I couldn’t even expect or imagine would happen. On my own it was so difficult to get things going, to move forward without blocks everywhere. But somehow having a teacher, it inwardly guides you to the things that you truly know that you want, but sometimes they manifest in a way that you may not have expected or that you would not have been able to do on your own.</p>
<p>When I first saw Sri Chinmoy was also in Toronto, we were headed to the airport and I had no idea what to expect. There were all these people there, so many people waiting for Sri Chinmoy. He arrived, and for myself it felt almost like this giant is walking; I had just never had that experience before. He just walked by, and he just looked at me just for a second, and I felt so much joy in my heart. Just for a second he looked; no smile or anything, just a look, and he left.</p>
<p>The second time I saw him was at Annapurna restaurant in Toronto, and we were doing a walk-by meditation - a meditation where you are walking by the teacher. So I walked by Sri Chinmoy, and I felt as if someone had unlocked my heart. I had never felt my heart before that, I had never ever felt it. So, I will never forget that experience, it was probably the most meaningful experience of my life.</p>
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<p>I guess the most amazing discovery for me since Sri Chinmoy passed on, is that when you have a teacher of his calibre, that the relationship really does go beyond the physical, that you can have a lot of guidance, and that the teacher can really continue to mould you, if you are connected with him. All it takes is that effort to connect with your teacher, to meditate every day. It really is an eternal relationship.</p>
<h2>My parents and Sri Chinmoy</h2>
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<p>Id like to share one experience that is quite meaningful to me, that I had while Sri Chinmoy was on earth. That was with my mother. I’d like to share it because it really shows how when you change, and when you spiritually change, the people around you can also change and are also affected, because we are so interconnected and we really affect each other. So when I first came to meditation, my mom was really afraid, she was really scared, because it is not something that is really part of our culture, meditation and having an Indian teacher, so she was quite scared about what I was getting into. She really did not approve of it. So, as the years went on, she started to come around a little bit, and change a little bit. She told me one day ‘I cannot argue with Sri Chinmoy any more. You are just as happy as when you were a little child.’ She really had absolutely turned around, and she was showing Sri Chinmoy’s books to her friends, because she saw so many changes in me.</p>
<p>When she passed away, it was not under the best circumstances, it was quite a difficult situation. So I was really worried about what would happen to her, and so I sent a message to Sri Chinmoy, and I told him what happened. He sent me this beautiful message back, and he said ‘I bless your mother’s soul profusely, and I bless your father’s heart as well.’. So when I got that message, I felt so much more security and happiness about it. And then that night, I had a dream of my mom, and she was looking so beautiful, so healthy and happy, she was wearing a white sari, and she was outside our car, and the car door was open, and she had all her luggage. An I was there, I was crying and I said ‘But I want to go with you, I want to go too’.  And she said ‘Don’t worry, you can also come’, and so then we got together in the car, and we just drove off. And when I woke up in the morning, I felt such an inner joy, and I really feel that that dream was a significant sign to me that Sri Chinmoy really had done something inwardly for her, and the dream was a way of showing me that. I’m just so happy that my mom also got to know Sri Chinmoy, and got to change in that way. My father as well. To me it is amazing - when you change yourself, you see that everything around you does change.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation-was-farthest-thing-my-mind">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My life with Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>by Namrata Moses, New York</em></p>
<p>I began seeking the spiritual life very young. My family was very spiritual. We were from North Carolina. My grandparents were both ministers, and I was at church every weekend. I worked on our family farm during the week.</p>
<p>At age six, I was in a favorite part of the woods, when I saw a white figure up in the sky. It felt like the Christ to me. I was mesmerized for days!</p>
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<p>One time, I had an inner experience when reading Don Quixote. I don't know where I was but I felt this quietness come over me, from the top of my head right down through my body. It was like a desert where everything was so peaceful, the kind of peace I never felt before in my life. It was a good experience, but I became afraid because I didn't have any control over it and I didn't know how to get out of it, so I prayed to God to save me. I don't know how long it took for me to come back to normal.</p>
<p>Later, I moved to Manhattan, New York City. I worked at Long Island College Hospital. I eventually caught up with my education in New York, with a work scholarship for my Bachelor’s degree, majoring in history and education from Lehman College in the Bronx.</p>
<p>I first saw Sri Chinmoy’s picture during the mid-70s when I was attending a meditation at the house of a former student of his, who was now teaching another kind of meditation. I remember seeing the picture, of Sri Chinmoy in a red dhoti on the wall - during the meditation, the picture would disappear into the wall. I felt that that picture kept saying ‘no’ to me, that this meditation was bad for me and I should not continue with it.</p>
<p>I was not satisfied with that meditation, so I left. However, as a result of attending that meditation, I started becoming disturbed by paranormal problems such as seeing lions and leopards while driving, which made me afraid to drive. I didn’t know what to do, to better control what I was seeing. I could also see what was going to happen the day before. I didn’t like it one bit! I wanted someone to show me how to control these problems.</p>
<h2>Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy</h2>
<p>One day, a friend and I attended a meditation with Sri Chinmoy at All Angel’s Church in Manhattan. It was a strange experience, meditating with Sri Chinmoy in person. He said wordlessly to me, “Come.” I said, “No.” I finally told him inwardly that if he got rid of my problems, I’d be his disciple (or student) for the rest of my life. He meditated with me.</p>
<p>After this meditation, everyone in the group was willing to try meditating with Sri Chinmoy— except me. However, Sri Chinmoy later appeared to me in a dream, removing all my problems. I promised him then I’d be his disciple. Forever.</p>
<p>We had Centre meetings on Friday nights; attendance was compulsory. Sri Chinmoy - who I now call ‘Guru’ - talked to us lovingly like we were his children; which we are, his spiritual children. It was so great. Most of all, he emphasized we were not to pay attention to what others said about meditating on the Path, to only be guided by our own aspiration, not swayed by other people’s likes or dislikes.</p>
<p>When I first started meditating, my thoughts were jumping all over the place. I offered these interruptions to Sri Chinmoy in my meditations. After I consciously offered up these interrupting thoughts, I was able to continue meditating more easily and peacefully.</p>
<p>During my first years as Sri Chinmoy’s disciple, I had very little money. Sometimes I was wondering where I would get money for the basic things I needed. One day I was at a meditation meeting with Guru, and he was asking what kind of work we did. I told him that I wasn't working, and he said that I should go to the United Nations to get a job. I did not get a job at the U.N, but I did get a job working in the hotel next to the UN because I had worked in math in school.</p>
<p>Guru kept working these kinds of miracles in my life. For example, after getting my Bachelor’s, Guru suggested I get my Master’s. So I did, specialising in early education. While I’d struggled with my first degree, I got all A’s for my second degree from City College of New York in Manhattan. Not bragging, just saying. Little did I know I’d teach 20 years at ABSW in Harlem, and five years as director of Albany Day Care Center.</p>
<p>I had five children, and here Guru really saved my life. My children were very demanding and I did not know what to do with them. It was a frustrating time for me; I could not concentrate or think straight. My oldest son was Guru’s worst critic; he used to criticise Guru all the time. But Guru changed him; he had a dream where Guru warned him that he had to stop what he was doing. At that time my son had no job, but Guru told him that he was a good boy and that he would never be without a job. Now, he has had a good job with the government for many years, and he always helps me financially to come to our annual Christmas Trip. Similarly, Guru has helped my other children and changed their lives for good.</p>
<p>The only other time I had no control over my life was when I became sick with a nervous breakdown for two weeks. I was in the hospital not knowing who I was or anyone around me. I could see Guru watching over me in a subtle physical form right in the hospital room, and when I was able to talk I was trying to show the visitors and nurses, but they could not see him. According to the doctors, my sickness was because of a bad marriage and me not being able to cope with it.</p>
<p>Another thing I would like to thank Guru for is teaching me how to love myself. According to Guru, when you learn to love God, you are truly able to love yourself and others. My father had passed away and I really did not like the way he had treated me. I informed Guru about his passing and went to the meditation function with Sri Chinmoy that evening, which was held in the local high school. As I passed by Guru, I felt him scolding me inwardly, saying that I had to forgive my father. Of course, I was shocked, but I began to work on it and I realised that forgiving my father was like having an elephant lifted off my back.</p>
<h2>Sports</h2>
<p>Previously, I’d no sports background other than hitting a baseball, because my father played baseball on weekends. Guru once asked who would like to enter a 24-hour bicycle race. My question was, where would I get a bike? Well, someone got me a bike. I rode all night with Guru in Central Park—and our Sri Chinmoy cycling team won it! I don’t know how many miles I biked. But I enjoyed it, because I had no more problems appearing before me, absolutely none. Guru had taken away all my problems.</p>
<p>Thereafter, we moved from riding bikes to our Centre Sports Day. I entered the 100- and 200- meter races, also threw shotput and javelin. I was a champion for a while in my age category, winning 10 Master’s medals. One time, Guru asked us all who could run the New York City Marathon. I volunteered, and I completed it, even though I had not done any training. That first marathon turned out to be my fastest time. I went on to do the 12-hour walk four times, two NYC marathons and six Sri Chinmoy Marathons.</p>
<h2>Africa</h2>
<p>In 1987, the global Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run began. I went to Africa twice that year, the first time with Peace Run. There were two boy students and another French girl on this first Africa trip. We went to eight countries, including Ghana, Liberia and Senegal. In West Africa, I felt that I had been there before in a previous incarnation, as a nun. I really did. Upon returning, Sri Chinmoy blessed me with my spiritual name. Namrata means “humility.”</p>
<p>I was asked to return, to give meditation classes. I asked Guru how to raise funds for my second Africa trip. He suggested a yard sale, which raised $2,000 in two weeks thanks to donations from disciples. I asked our Centre leader Sunil how to represent Guru; he told me not to worry, Guru would speak in and through me. I don’t remember what I said at those classes. I felt that it was Guru talking, not me. In Sierra Leone, 127 people signed up to continue meditating with us. This is another example of Sri Chinmoy calls surrender to the Highest, not doubting or fearing about what will happen in the future. Just do it!</p>
<p>I’m in my early eighties, as I tell my story in 2019. I continue sharing Guru’s spiritual philosophy in different ways. I love counting at our various races, such as the annual Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race, the world’s longest certified footrace. At my senior’s book club, we read and discuss his books like The Jewels of Happiness. Through over four decades of meditating with Sri Chinmoy, I would not want to change even one day!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/my-life-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>La mia storia prima di iniziare la vita spirituale</h2><div class="field-item"><p class="rteright">Sumangali, Inghilterra</p>
<p>Nessuno ricorda la propria nascita, nonostante sia un evento eccezionale. Ognuno utilizza il suo primo respiro per piangere. Rumori, freddo, movimento, dolore, stanchezza, separazione dalla sorgente, sono davvero troppo da sopportare. Non si ha la forza necessaria, e non c'è nulla di conosciuto a cui fare riferimento. Abraham Lincoln, la Regina Vittoria, Albert Einstein, Mohamed Ali... per quanto importante possa essere ognuno di loro, sono tutti arrivati nudi e soli, e hanno pianto.</p>
<p>Il mio iniziale smarrimento restò con me più a lungo del loro, e forse più a lungo di molti altri. Il pianto rimase, anche se silenzioso. La vita per me era un'autostrada veloce, ed i veicoli umani mi sembravano fragili! Vedevo il dolore negli altri e lo sentivo come mio; non costruii nessun'armatura nei miei pensieri e nei miei sensi.</p>
<p>Ero una bambina malaticcia; nel mio primo sogno nitido c'era la morte: mi svegliai piena di paura di ogni cosa, sperando nella liberazione del sonno, ma insieme temevo i miei sogni più della mia veglia!</p>
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<p>"Svuota la mente", disse mia madre, "pensa a cose belle, o non pensare a nulla"... così creai la mia prima piccola fiamma di pace dentro di me. Essa illuminò un po' il mio mondo, in quella strana perenne notte; s'insinuò nell'oscurità che tanto contrastava con la mia condizione esteriore sicura e tranquilla.</p>
<p>Avevo timore della vita, e della sua fine; del mondo, e di me stessa nel mondo; di essere piccola, e di crescere. Avevo paura che Dio mi avesse dimenticata sulla Terra.</p>
<p>Questa era forse la cosa più strana; ero stata educata come atea, ma avevo sempre creduto segretamente in Dio: che la vita non ci fosse solo in Terra, che la morte non fosse la fine della vita. Grazie a Dio era così.</p>
<p>Era comunque un credere piuttosto vago, come il suono di una campana lontana nel fruscio del vento, o una fotografia quasi completamente oscura: non c'era nessuno che mi aiutasse a schiarire quell'immagine. Mi sarebbe sembrata una grande debolezza ammettere che credevo in Dio e che avevo bisogno di sentirmi più vicina a Lui, ed ammettere così che non riuscivo ad aver cura di me stessa.</p>
<p>Ma comunque nessuno sapeva nulla. Nessuno sapeva dove siamo, o quanto sia grande l'universo; nessuno sapeva con certezza cosa succede dopo la morte; nessuno sapeva dov'è Dio. Mi sembrava che non importasse a nessuno. Ed importava a me sopra ogni cosa.</p>
<p>Nell'adolescenza vissi in modo sregolato, come può accadere a tutti; sempre braccata da paure cui non riuscivo a dare un nome, sempre più sensibile alla vulnerabilità di un mondo che non capivo. Io crebbi, e crebbe l'oscurità. Ne ero intrappolata, ero soggiogata dalla mia paura. Anche la fatua memoria di Dio era stata inghiottita da essa, ed io ero terribilmente sola.</p>
<p>La fortuna ha l'abitudine di seguirmi, specialmente quando ne ho più bisogno. Una signora mia vicina di casa imparò a meditare e mi diede alcuni libri perché io potessi fare lo stesso. Mi parlò di Dio con naturalezza, da amica. L'immagine gradualmente si illuminò.</p>
<p>Con ogni tentativo di meditare acquisii più forza, raccogliendo felicità da un frutteto che era molto più generoso del mio... un frutteto di frutti dolci per tutto l'anno, e in cui è sempre estate. Osai ricordare che la mia vita non è un viaggio in solitudine, ma che è giudato da Qualcuno più grande di me. Alla fine riuscii a respirare per la prima volta.</p>
<p>Un giorno affrontai la paura. Ed essa si dissolse, come un serpente di fumo.</p>
<p>Dio non mi aveva dimenticata: io avevo dimenticato Lui.</p>
<p>Ero comunque un'amica di Dio, solo quando riuscivo. La meditazione era difficile: anche praticando tutti i giorni, i miei tentativi non avevano forza, a meno che non fossi disperata, in difficoltà... stabilii una regola, una sorta di accordo bilaterale con il "serpente di fumo". Era sempre lì, ma avrebbe dovuto restare confinato nel suo spazio. Dio viveva da qualche parte al piano superiore, ed io ero spesso troppo pigra per raggiungerlo; Lo salutavo ogni mattina in modo superficiale dalle scale... In quel periodo ricavavo il mio coraggio da fonti più "facili": era come comprarlo in bottiglia o in pillole, il tipo di coraggio che si può ricavare grazie ad amicizie superficiali e piccoli successi esteriori. Era una felicità a buon mercato, e come accade per molte imitazioni, mi stancò dopo alcuni anni. Inseguii la felicità per tutto il mondo, ma arrivai proprio al punto in cui avevo iniziato, e con nessun risultato.</p>
<p>Credo che quella situazione fosse una nuova nascita, una benedizione nella forma di annichilimento... Ci fu un incidente per il quale quasi persi la vita... presto dopo di esso non avevo più soldi, né lavoro, né una famiglia con me, né amici, né casa... alcuni oggetti personali, e non un frammento di speranza o di autostima. Ero indifesa come un neonato, e disperavo per una soluzione.</p>
<p>Sapevo di dover imparare a meditare davvero; dovevo trovare qualcuno che sapesse farlo e che potesse insegnarmi. Ritrovai i libri che mi diede la vicina e provai un nuovo esercizio: "The Spiritual Guide" [la guida spirituale]. Cominciava con l'immaginazione, come tutte le visualizzazioni. Nel mio cuore, stavo aspettando sulla spiaggia che qualcuno venisse ad insegnarmi... Ed infine qualcuno arrivò.</p>
<p>Era un bellissimo uomo indiano, tutto delicatezza e dolcezza, ma con la forza di una galassia contenuta in un corpo umano. Mi amava come se lo avessi conosciuto da sempre. Mi ascoltò e capì, senza alcun giudizio o severità. Mi incoraggiò in modo non indulgente ma sincero; e non con parole ma in silenzio, diffondendo saggezza e pace come dei profumi, che io semplicemente inalavo.</p>
<p>Era qualcuno che sapeva. Conosceva Dio. Lui sapeva già ogni cosa che io non avevo ancora capito. Non aveva bisogno di dirmelo: il fatto che lui sapeva, vedere e sentire questo in lui, per me era abbastanza. Conteneva tutti gli opposti, tutti gli estremi per cui avevo anelato: spiritualità e certezza, bellezza e praticità, e più di tutto, profondo autocontrollo immacolato [immaculate poise]. Non mi rispose perché io potessi risolvere tutto direttamente, ma dopo essere stata seduta con lui sapevo cosa fare nella vita e sentii la forza per poterlo fare.</p>
<p>Nel corso dell'anno successivo ottenni un lavoro, un'automobile e una bella casa. Ero salva e in buona salute, attaccata dal mondo ma non più da esso terrorizzata.</p>
<p>Volli imparare meglio la meditazione, ed incontrarmi con altri che conscessero i suoi segreti. Volevo praticare la meditazione con loro, scoprire nuove tecniche, scambiare esperienze... il Centro Sri Chinmoy fu il primo ed unico luogo che trovai.</p>
<p>Pensai che fosse colpa della mia immaginazione... come poteva essere la stessa persona che avevo già visto ogni giorno per un intero anno? Era lui, nelle fotografie, nei filmati! Si era materializzato. Era stao lì tutto il tempo. Potevo leggere le sue parole e cantare i suoi canti. Infine potei sedere insieme a lui fisicamente, come avevo fatto tante volte nel mio cuore.</p>
<p>Non posso motivare la mia fortuna. Sono minuscola e piena di imperfezioni. Ma l'amore divino tocca tutta la creazione come i raggi del Sole. Non dobbiamo aspettare di meritarcelo, per fortuna. Grazie a Sri Chinmoy risposi a domande che non avevo neanche ancora formulato.</p>
<p>Nella sua intensa vita di 76 anni, egli ha dato equamente ed abbondantemente non ciò che era meritato, ma ciò che era necessario. Ha creato dei percorsi per noi, delle mappe per le nostre prossime tappe, o indicazioni per il nostro lontano futuro: attraverso poesie, canti, dimostrazioni atletiche e meditazione silenziosa.</p>
<p>A volte mi manca. Ho avuto dieci anni di tempo per abituarmi alla ricchezza della sua sua presenza fisica. Ma so che lui mi ha dato molto più di ciò di cui ho bisogno, e molto più di quanto tutto il mondo possa darmi. Quando mi manca, so che tutto ciò che devo fare è aspettarlo nel mio cuore... e lui verrà.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.sumangali.org/sri-chinmoy/">Sumangali</a>, pagina originale.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/la-mia-storia-prima-di-iniziare-la-vita-spirituale">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Come divenni studente di Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p class="rteright">Databir, USA.</p>
<p>Quando mi laureai alla Wesleyan University, nell'estate del 1971, mio padre mi chiese cosa volessi come regalo; gli risposi che volevo girare il mondo in autostop, lui acconsentì e mi diede 1500 dollari. A settembre volai in Irlanda, ed iniziai il mio viaggio: Europa, Israele, Jugoslavia, Turkia, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Malaga, Singapore, Australia... infine da Sydney ero in rotta per il Canale di Panama. Avevo viaggiato per due anni, e fatto esperienza del cuore interiore di unità, del mondo. Molte persone, che avevano molto meno benessere di me, mi presero nelle loro case e nel loro cuore, e mi cambiarono per sempre. Avrò sempre vera gratitudine per tutti coloro che mi aiutarono e mi amarono.</p>
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<p>Lasciai il porto di Sidney su una nave passeggeri russa, in rotta verso l'Inghilterra [passando per il canale di Panama -n.d.t.]. Il mio programma era di prendere terra a Panama e fare l'autostop attraverso l'America Centrale fino agli Stati Uniti, e tornare infine a casa in Connecticut.</p>
<p>Una sera, sulla nave, andai nel locale per il tempo libero, e vidi un uomo giovane che giocava a scacchi da solo. Gli chiesi se voleva giocare con me e lui disse di sì. Cominciammo a parlare, e scoprii che aveva un Guru in Tailandia, il quale gli aveva detto di tornare in Inghilterra e trovare un altro Guru che avrebbe potuto portarlo avanti nel suo viaggio spirituale. Mi disse che la meta della vita è l'Autorealizzazione, e che questa si raggiunge attraverso la meditazione. Prima di allora avevo forse meditato due volte in vita mia, ma ora tutte le parole di questa persona mi sembrarono giuste. Finimmo di parlare alle due del mattino, ed io decisi di iniziare a meditare all'aperto su di un piccolo ponte superiore della nave.</p>
<p>Andai sul ponte, che era deserto. Tutto ciò che sapevo sulla meditazione era che bisogna sedersi con le gambe incrociate... come iniziai a sedermi, il mondo fisico attorno a me scomprave, ed il Supremo venne e mi abbracciò, come una madre che avesse trovato il suo figliolo perduto, dopo averlo cercato per migliaia di anni. Piansi e piansi, con lacrime di gratitudine. È impossibile esprimere quanto amore ci fosse nell'abbraccio del Supremo! Posso solo dire che durò circa due ore, durante le quali non fui consapevole del mondo esterno; piangevo solo di gratitudine; promisi al Supremo che Gli avrei sempre offerto lacrime di gratitudine, se Lui me lo avesse permesso, e Lui mi promise che mi avrebbe protetto sempre. Ora prego per mantenere la mia promessa; e so che il Supremo manterrà la Sua.</p>
<p>Inutile a dirsi, cambiai molto dopo questa esperienza. Divenni vegetariano e non parlai per un mese, mi tagliai i capelli, smisi di assumere droghe ed alcol; e meditai ogni giorno. Lasciai la nave sul Canale di Panama come pianificato, feci l'autostop fino all'America Centrale e poi tornai a casa in Connecticut.</p>
<p>Un giorno stavo leggendo un quotidiano locale, in cui vidi un articolo sui gruppi spirituali della città. L'unico che non conoscevo era il Centro Sri Chinmoy di Norwalk, città del Connecticut. Decisi di andarvi il sabato, all'incontro con i cercatori spirituali tenuto da Akuti [una discepola di Sri Chinmoy]. Comprai un libro che parlava di Sri Chinmoy [che i suoi discepoli chiamano familiarmente "Guru"] scritto da un altro suo discepolo, Madhuri, e scoprii che Guru era un Maestro spirituale Realizzato.</p>
<p>Volli essere sicuro che Guru fosse lo stesso della mia esperienza sulla nave, cosicché gli chiesi interiormente di darmene una dimostrazione. Un giorno, mentre leggevo un libro di poesie di Sri Chinmoy dal titolo The Dance of Life [la danza della vita], all'improvviso una delle poesie innescò la stessa esperienza. Di nuovo, piansi e piansi. Guru è lo stesso del dolcissimo abbraccio sulla nave, ed un miliardo di volte di più!</p>
<p>L'esperienza sulla nave accadde il 27 febbraio. Successivamente, un altro 27 febbraio, quando già ero discepolo di Sri Chinmoy, eravamo in casa di Guru, celebrando il compleanno di un altro discepolo. Ad un tratto Guru disse verso di me: "Oggi è anche il tuo compleanno!" Qualcosa scattò in me, e ricordai che in quella stessa data ebbi l'esperienza sulla nave: Guru mi aveva ricordato il mio vero compleanno!</p>
<p>Ringraziamo Databir. <a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/databirs-stories">Pagina originale</a>.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/come-divenni-studente-di-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Storia spirituale di Snatak (Islanda)</h2><div class="field-item"><p class="rteright">Scritto da un suo caro amico</p>
<p>Molti di noi, ad un certo punto della vita, si aspettano che ci sia un "viaggio". Può essere qualcosa di semplice come andare in terre lontane, o qualcosa di più difficile come un viaggio interiore. In quest'ultimo caso, non esistono dei mezzi di trasporto semplici e veloci... i paesaggi che si attraversano sono quelli puri della propria coscienza... ci si trova di fronte a strade che sembrano facili, e di fronte ad altre che attraversano "lo sconosciuto" puro e semplice.Il viaggio intrapreso da Snatak è insieme profondo ed unico. È un viaggio che ha visto la sua meta passare da "improbabile" a ciò che possiamo definire "quasi impossibile". E ancora, per i cercatori spirituali, e per quelli che hanno la fortuna di un vero Maestro spirituale come nel caso di Snatak, "impossibilità" è solo una parola da superare, durante il veloce progresso in avanti della loro avventura, che è la vita stessa.</p>
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<p>Snatak è islandese. In queste ultime due settimane è stato in Columbia insieme ad un gruppo di amici connazionali: stanno offrendo corsi di meditazione in varie parti del Paese. Per molti anni ha viaggiato spesso. Migliaia di studenti di Sri Chinmoy ogni anno viaggiano in tutto il mondo, condividendo con tutti (attraverso corsi di meditazione o altre attività, o semplicemente attraverso un sorriso o una stretta di mano) l'insegnamento e la Luce del loro Maestro.</p>
<p>Snatak: "A 13 anni ero attratto dai libri sullo yoga [inteso come ricerca spirituale] e di domande e risposte spirituali. Trovavo questo argomento affascinante. Sentivo che questa fosse la cosa giusta. Ricordo di aver letto il libro di Patanjali: sentii che la ricerca spirituale fosse la cosa davvero importante... Solamente che non sapevo come praticarla, e sentivo di dover trovare il modo di imparare".</p>
<p>A 14 anni, nel 1975, avvenne uno dei momenti di più dolorosa ironia della sua vita. Sri Chinmoy era in viaggio in Islanda per la seconda volta ed offrì una conferenza nella cittadina di Akureyri, 17.000 abitanti, proprio la città in cui viveva Snatak. Un giorno, sua madre che era al lavoro, udì da alcuni amici della conferenza offerta da uno yoghi indiano in una piccola sala della città. Il giorno seguente descrisse l'esperienza a suo figlio: "Quando lui [Sri Chinmoy] entrò in sala, era come camminare dentro un muro. C'era così tanta Forza! Quest'uomo non potrà vivere a lungo, perché sta usando tutta la sua energia! Era come trovarsi in un muro di Potere!"</p>
<p>Snatak ci racconta che era dispiaciuto di non aver potuto essere alla conferenza. Sua madre vi era andata semplicemente, e all'epoca non c'erano i cellulari... Ci racconta con un dolce sorriso: "C'era un vero yoghi in città ed io l'ho mancato!" La madre comunque alla conferenza comprò un libro di Sri Chinmoy per Snatak<br/>
[...]</p>
<p>Quel libro fu in pratica una guida interiore per il viaggio che un giorno Snatak avrebbe intrapreso. Ma per adesso non c'era una strada definita davanti a lui, non gli era chiaro come seguire questo insegnante sul suo sentiero.<br/>
[...]</p>
<p>Dopo circa 9 anni ritroviamo Snatak in Inghilterra per studiare musica. Lì, ci racconta, passò un brutto periodo. Era infelice, dopo un altro anno era depresso: aveva cercato una Via spirituale per nove anni, senza successo. A quel punto "ogni sera prima di andare a letto ho pregato e pregato intensissimamente, per mesi, perché potessi trovare un Maestro spirituale". Ed infine vide un manifesto nella sua scuola di Manchester in cui si pubblicizzava un corso di meditazione, ancora una volta degli studenti di Sri Chinmoy. "Eccolo finalmente!" Il corso era offerto da Bhavani, che veniva appositamente da Londra.</p>
<p>Alla fine del corso, Snatak chiese a Bhavani di poterle affidare una lettera per Sri Chinmoy. Ci descrive il grande sollievo nel sapere che finalmente avrebbe potuto scrivere a Sri Chinmoy sapendo per certo che lui l'avrebbe ricevuta. [...] Un certo tempo dopo, rivecette una lettera da Bhavani che diceva che era stato accettato come discepolo. Era l'aprile 1985. Questa notizia gli portò enorme gioia e speranza. "Uauuuuuuu! Certo, i miei problemi non erano tutti risolti, ma sentii concretamente che qualcosa di molto significativo era accaduto. Qualcosa era accaduto!"</p>
<p>Snatak ci racconta che quando seppe di essere stato accettato sul Sentiero di Sri Chinmoy, voleva prendere il primo volo per New York per vederlo. Comunque gli fu possibile andarci per le Celebrazioni [speciale incontro annuale di tutti i discepoli di Sri Chinmoy -n.d.r.] il successivo agosto. Ci racconta: "Fu un viaggio eccezionale. Non sarei mai voluto tornare. In certi momenti, sapevo semplicemente di aver fatto la cosa giusta". Ci descrive momenti di potente e profonda meditazione. Stava facendo l'esperienza della vera vita spirituale, di cui aveva letto per così tanti anni. "Non ricordo dove la mia meditazione mi condusse... Ero in lacrime... Non potevo credere quanto fosse bello... Non avrei mai voluto andarmene".<br/>
[...]</p>
<p>[Tempo dopo] il concerto [di Sri Chinmoy] fu anche stavolta un grande successo. Dopo il concerto, Sri Chinmoy era in partenza in aeroporto; camminò direttamente verso Snatak e gli stette di fronte. Gli disse parole incoraggianti, e gliele ripeté molte volte, con grandissimi amore ed affetto. Lui iniziò a piangere, ed in quel momento sentì la connessione dolce e profonda che esisteva tra lui e Sri Chinmoy. Fu uno dei momento più belli della sua vita. [...].</p>
<p class="rteright"><a href="https://perfectionjourney.org/2010/02/16/long-journeys-2/">Pagina originale</a>. Si ringrazia l'amico Snatak!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/storia-spirituale-di-snatak-islanda">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The spiritual value of running marathons</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy encouraged running as a complement to meditation and the spiritual life. He saw how it could help people transcend themselves, both inwardly and outwardly. Running helps both our physical health, which is needed to meditate well, and also helps to bring forward qualities such as concentration, discipline and a quiet mind.</p>
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<p>Running is a symbolic sport in the sense that it reminds us of spiritual seekers continuously running towards the goal; it resembles the seekers running inwardly to achieve the ultimate goal in meditation.</p>
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<p>Many members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre run as part of their daily spiritual practice and often complete one or more marathons a year - the gold standard of distance running. They also organise marathons and other distance events for the general public as part of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team. Sri Chinmoy events are well known for creating a friendly atmosphere and seeking to maintain high standards of service to runners.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy himself took up long-distance running at the age of 47, showing that age need not be a barrier to running and physical fitness. He completed his first marathon on 3 March 1979 in Chico, California in a time of 4:31:34, and went on to do 21 more marathons and 5 ultras. This weekend, members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre around the world completed marathons to mark the 40th anniversary of Sri Chinmoy's first marathon run.</p>
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<p>In Melbourne, Australia, around 50 students of Sri Chinmoy took part in a marathon event. They were joined by an international team of runners from the <a href="https://www.peacerun.org">Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run</a> who had recently run from Brisbane to Melbourne as part of a global torch relay which began in February and will run until November, visiting all the countries in the Southern Hemisphere along the way.</p>
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<p>In Chico, California, 70 members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre took part in celebrations to mark the anniversary. The Chico marathon - called the <em>Bidwell Classic</em> - is still run as an event 40 years later, albeit over the half-marathon distance. Some runners then proceeded to do the half-marathon a second time to complete the full marathon distance.</p>
<p>In addition, marathon events were held by Sri Chinmoy Centres all over the world, including in Augsburg (Germany), Bristol (UK), Dublin (Ireland), Zlin (Czech Republic), New York (US), and Sao Paulo (Brazil)</p>
<h3>Sri Chinmoy on marathons</h3>
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<p>Long-distance running gives us a real feeling of accomplishment. We can run 100 metres forty times during the year and not feel the same sense of accomplishment as when we run one marathon. But speed and endurance are both important, especially in the spiritual life. If one has only speed, then one cannot ultimately succeed; we need endurance because the goal is quite far. Again, if one has only stamina and no speed, then it will take forever to reach the goal. Only if someone has both qualities will he be able to make very good progress in his spiritual life and achieve something really great in life.</p>
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<h3>How running and meditation go together</h3>
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<p><strong>More  on our other sites</strong></p>
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<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.tv/samunnati-on-meditation-and-running/">Video: Samunnati on meditation and running</a>  - Samunnati Lehonkova is a marathon runner who took up running at an early age after becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, and ended up competing in the Olympics in 2016.</li>
<li><a href="https://us.srichinmoyraces.org/marathon-seven-steps">Seven Steps to a Successful Marathon</a> Arpan DeAngelo has been a student of Sri Chinmoy since the early 1970s; he has completed over 300 marathons.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/sri-chinmoy-running">Sri Chinmoy's Philosophy on Running</a> - at the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team website</li>
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<p>Quotes by Sri Chinmoy are taken from his book <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ori"><em>The outer running and the inner running</em></a>.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/running-marathons">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Praying for God’s Grace to Descend</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>In Nepal, venerating God’s Presence at home and in temples is daily ritual, as Sweta explains in her story. However, she wondered why an Avatar — a spiritual Master of the highest Height – had not come to earth in these times. Little did she know that finding her Master and integrating meditation to her already strong prayer life in the process would help her find God in her own heart.</em></p>
<p><strong>Growing Up in Nepal</strong></p>
<p>As long as I can remember growing up in Nepal, I never missed a single day without praying to God, every morning. Like other Hindu families, ours had a small <em>puja</em> (prayer) room. I learned Sanskrit mantras and prayers from my mother and tiny prayer booklets. Chanting mantras every day, I came to remember them by heart.</p>
<p>I had strong faith in the existence of God, but I thought God lived in Heaven, somewhere far beyond the blue sky. Like everyone else in Nepal, I believed we had to pray hard to please God. Every time I had some wish, like passing exams, I’d make a vow. “O Lord Ganesha, please make me pass my exams, and I promise to offer 108 <em>laddoos </em>(candied balls).” I visited all the temples in my neighborhood, one of the busiest in Kathmandu, Nepal’s capital city; offering my fervent devotions to Ganesha, Durga, Shiva, Krishna, Mahakal, Bhairav, Hanuman, Narayan and many others. Sometimes I also feared that if I missed visiting temples and offering prayers then I might displease the gods. So, I never failed at it. I even used to fast sometimes when I desired some special boon. </p>
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<p>My grandfather sacrificed live animals on special festival days. When I was 12, I got so overwhelmed watching these poor animals being sacrificed I decided to never eat meat again. My family ate meat, so it took me almost four years of sincere trying to give up eating meat and fish.</p>
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<p> While praying, I cried to God. Lord Vishnu had incarnated in human form to destroy evil and protect people in a different era – I asked why do we not have an Avatar for this era to guide us?</p>
<p><strong>Finding my Guru</strong></p>
<p>I took up a part-time job in an educational consultancy after graduating from the university, and enrolled for a postgraduate degree at the same time. The very first day I joined the office, I became good friends with a girl who had been working there already for a few months. I liked her company the most as I felt she was very smart, yet so simple, kind and caring. She later told me that she does meditation, and that she has a Guru. My feeling and respect for her grew even more.</p>
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<p>On my birthday, she gifted me <em>The Spiritual Life (Path of the Heart)</em>, a book by Sri Chinmoy. When I started reading the book, it was a miracle change in my life. I felt all my life’s questions answered. Every word and sentence gave me so much joy. I was literally crying, reading this book. I felt it showed me the Absolute Truth. I felt Light coming out of the book and showing me what Truth is. God is so lovable. I felt the palpable existence of God. His sweetness, affection and love inside my heart. I felt these qualities emanating from inside my own heart, too — not somewhere in the far blue beyond, as I’d previously imagined.  </p>
<p>The cover had a picture of Sri Chinmoy in a seated position. Before reading the book, I thought I was seeing the picture of a Guru who was great because my good friend gave me his book. After reading the book, I bowed down to Sri Chinmoy’s picture on the cover. </p>
<p>I shared my experience with my friend. She told me everything about becoming Sri Chinmoy’s student and following the spiritual life. But my mind was strong; I thought my family would never allow me to join and I would be okay with my prayer life. </p>
<p>One evening after work, she took me to a free meditation class. For the first time, I learned what meditation was about. It was a guided meditation to imagine a flower blooming petal by petal inside the heart. When I closed my eyes to imagine the flower petals, I couldn’t imagine it, not even for a fleeting second. So many thoughts came pouring in. I thought meditation was the most difficult thing on earth and thought it was not for me, I am happy praying. I didn’t continue. </p>
<p>However, I asked my friend for more books by Sri Chinmoy, that she borrowed from the Centre. I would finish reading them quickly and return it to her, hoping to get to read new ones. The more I read, the more intense my spiritual hunger got. It had never happened before, that my mind was absolutely silent while reading books. There were no thoughts, but just the reality of the writings were melting my heart, stirring my soul. </p>
<p><strong>Adding Meditation to My Prayer-Life</strong></p>
<p>Once she got me a thick book, an early version of <em>Meditation: Man-Perfection in God-Satisfaction</em> with photos of Guru in his highest meditation, along with smiling pictures. Every day, I looked at Sri Chinmoy's Transcendental picture<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_lt8xfob" title="A picture of Sri Chinmoy in a very high consciousness that his students use for meditation. When they meditate on it, they connect to that higher consciousness and become aware of their own inner divinity." href="#footnote1_lt8xfob">1</a> and prayed to be accepted as his student. I desired nothing else in my life — only to have Sri Chinmoy as my Guru. I implicitly felt he was an Avatar, here to guide and illumine us. </p>
<p>I told my friend that I wanted to become a disciple. She took me to her Centre, and the Centre leader had me fill an application form and also took my picture to send to Sri Chinmoy in New York. I was informed that my application was sent, and that I would have to wait. I started praying every day, looking at Guru’s picture, telling him that even my meditation capacity is poor, but that this life is only for God alone and that I would never give up trying to become good. After a month, I heard Sri Chinmoy had accepted me on Tuesday evening, 13th March 2007. </p>
<p>I cannot imagine life without prayer and meditation now. Problems and challenges are inevitable for every human being. Our daily prayers and meditation help immensely to stay focused, running towards our real goal to please God, in God’s Own Way. My favorite meditation is memorizing poems and prayers written by Sri Chinmoy. When I recite them, I feel I am intimately conversing with God. Singing prayerful and devotional songs are another favourite, as it helps me dive inward quickly.   </p>
<p><strong>Putting Meditation to Work</strong></p>
<p>Working in a bank for close to a decade (a six-day work week) can be monotonous and often stressful. However, my daily morning meditation is like saving “Peace Money” in my inner bank account. At the end of the day, when I recall the day's events, I feel only gratitude in my heart – if I were not following the spiritual path, work circumstances would affect my inner poise, disturbing my consciousness. In my evening meditation, I offer everything at God’s Feet. It makes me happy I have something strong to hold on to, an inner wealth that is infinitely more powerful than just outer wealth alone. I feel totally protected and safe in my Guru’s Heart.</p>
<p>We have Centre meditations twice weekly. Attending Centre meditation is equally important to fully recharge or fuel up my inner engine — an inner engine that keeps me humming smoothly and confidently, on the inner road and my outer journey. </p>
<p><strong>Regaining a Mistaken Loss</strong></p>
<p>On 11th October 2007, when the message came from New York to all the worldwide Sri Chinmoy Centres about our teacher's Mahasamadhi<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_0owt99l" title="A term used in Indian spirituality to denote the departure of a spiritual Master from the earthly plane." href="#footnote2_0owt99l">2</a>, I immediately ran to meditate at my shrine. I could not hold back my streaming tears. My only desire to see my Avatar Guru in person was shattered! I didn’t know how many more long years of <em>sadhana</em> (spiritual practice) would help me reach the highest meditation to see Guru, if only in the inner world. These thoughts were making me feel heavy, and I felt such pain in my heart. </p>
<p>Suddenly, my eyes became transfixed on one very beautiful framed photo of Guru smiling. My face smiled, to see Guru smile. My mind asked how could I smile being in such a terrible heart-tearing condition, but I stopped crying. It was a strange feeling. I could only feel a big smile on my face, with my heart totally free from the devastating pain I’d felt just moments ago. The smile from the picture was so tangible, absorbing all my tears. I felt my whole being becoming light and free. </p>
<p>Now, when I see Guru’s picture, read his books or watch his videos, I never feel we have not ever met. I feel I’ve always known him. Or rather, he has known me forever, always been guiding me and fully taking responsibility for my life. While Guru has left the physical, his more than abundant writings, music, art, and sports activities make our one lifetime too short to enjoy the vastness and preciousness of these sacred treasures.</p>
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<p>My physical death<br/>
Is not the end of my life –<br/>
I am an eternal journey.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_kau4kfj" title="From the book Sri Chinmoy, My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 52, Agni Press, 2007. This was the last poem published by Sri Chinmoy before his passing." href="#footnote3_kau4kfj">3</a></p>
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<figcaption>A beautiful statue of Sri Chinmoy has been watching over the mountains of Nagarkot, Nepal since 2011; amazingly, it remained unscathed following the 7.8 magnitude earthquake in 2015, despite the surrounding area being reduced to rubble.</figcaption>
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<p><strong>Running for My Life’s Progress</strong></p>
<p>Besides daily prayer and meditation, Guru gave so much importance to running or physical exercise. I was never active in sports when young, never into running races. After becoming a disciple, I started running. I started with one-mile and two-mile races. I used to be the last one at the finish line. The initial races, I remember I would be panting and gasping for breath. I was always totally exhausted after the race. I hardly trained for long distance running because I never liked running in the hustle-bustle and busy outskirts of Kathmandu. Finding a park or wide roads for daily training is difficult where I live. </p>
<p>However, with running one way to make faster spiritual progress, I started running annual half-marathons in Kathmandu. When I finally could go to New York for the first time in 2014, I participated in the Sri Chinmoy Marathon. I finished my first marathon in 4:04. I was so happy because it was definitely not my body’s capacity. It was all Grace that I could finish. I’d watched videos of Guru visiting the course. I felt blessed and fortunate to run on the same course Guru had been on, and had blessed. The feeling of joy and gratitude fed my body with energy until I crossed the finish line. </p>
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<figcaption>Sweta crosses the finish line in the Sri Chinmoy Marathon, August 2014.</figcaption>
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<p>Since then, I go to New York City for Guru’s annual Birthday Celebrations. I never miss the opportunity to run the Sri Chinmoy Marathon. In 2017, I ran the marathon in 4:15 hours; two days later, I finished the 47-mile race in 9:39 hours. It’s also thanks to the inspiration, encouragement and support of our wonderful brothers and sisters of our amazing spiritual family.</p>
<p>There is the Sri Chinmoy 3100 Mile race that happens every year in Queens, NY. It is so thrilling to see the 3100 mile race and to witness the brave runners finishing this most challenging race in the world. When we feel one with their self-transcendence, it inspires us immensely. When we could transcend our limited capacities with our faith, determination and surrender, the joy is then unimaginable.</p>
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<figcaption>In 2017, Sweta spent a few days at the 3100 Mile race as a helper for New Zealand runner Harita Davies (centre). This photo was taken at the finish, showing Harita with all her helpers.</figcaption>
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<p>In 2014, I ran the final leg of the North American Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run. It was the most amazing experience of my life. I was running on America’s beautiful wider roads for the very first time. It was far more than merely running miles. The moment of silence holding the Peace Run Torch was magical. It was overwhelming.</p>
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<figcaption>Sweta passes on the Peace Torch to her Peace Run team mate, Aparanji from Brazil.</figcaption>
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<p>Everything was new—meeting people, visiting local communities, YMCAs, schoolchildren. Above all, carrying Guru’s loftiest vision for world peace in such tangible ways was very special. It was entirely a newness-oneness-joy experience for me.</p>
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<figcaption>A presentation during one of the many school visits.</figcaption>
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<p>Thereafter, I joined the North American Peace Run again in 2016 and 2018. I always feel more fulfilled when I get to participate in the Peace Run. Each time, the experience gets more profound. It was great learning how much dedicated effort and selfless service team members and organizers put in, to make Peace Run so successful. Not only our aspiration but our dedicated service is also equally important in our meditation life or spiritual life, to make progress and to manifest Sri Chinmoy’s vision for a more peaceful world — that begins with the individual. </p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_lt8xfob"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_lt8xfob">1.</a> A picture of Sri Chinmoy in a very high consciousness that his students use for meditation. When they meditate on it, they connect to that higher consciousness and become aware of their own inner divinity.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_0owt99l"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_0owt99l">2.</a> A term used in Indian spirituality to denote the departure of a spiritual Master from the earthly plane.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_kau4kfj"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_kau4kfj">3.</a> From the book <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/apr_52">Sri Chinmoy, <em>My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 52</em></a>, Agni Press, 2007. This was the last poem published by Sri Chinmoy before his passing.</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/praying-gods-grace-descend">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Regaining My Inner Joy </h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>How did you become interested in meditation? </strong></p>
<p>This was in the early 80’s. I was working as a kimono designer in Kyoto, Japan, but the work was hard and it was telling on my health. In order to get some exercise, I started going to a hatha yoga class. The teacher was a professor of Indian philosophy at a prominent university. Because he had become much healthier by practicing hatha yoga, he privately taught it in a small school. </p>
<p>He used to talk a lot about Indian philosophy and Buddhism. Almost every class, he told us how important it is to have a Guru (spiritual teacher) if you want to make progress and reach self-realisation. I learned for the first time that there is a person called a Guru. </p>
<p>Influenced by this teacher, I started searching for a Guru. We did a few minutes’ meditation at the end of each class, so I was interested in meditation itself, too, and wanted to deepen my understanding of meditation, but my main focus was to find a Guru. </p>
<p><strong>Happily Attending Meditation Classes for the First Time</strong></p>
<p>During those years as a kimono designer, I used to browse fancy department stores in central Kyoto, consuming expensive clothes and accessories, yet never felt satisfied. In fact, it became a barren desert inside, wondering why I was living this life. </p>
<p>One day in February, 1983, I found Sri Chinmoy’s book, Meditation (in Japanese translation) at a book store in Kobe. I can’t remember the content much, but a line from one poem touched my heart. I felt purity. At that moment, I decided I would become this Guru’s disciple. I contacted the Centre in Tokyo, and they told me that a class-giver from France would come for a lecture tour in March, and he would come to Kyoto. When I went to the class, I was so happy that I had finally found a Guru, a living Guru! </p>
<p>I was so happy just being with disciples, I followed them everywhere after the classes, doing things like eating udon noodles together, until it was time for me to catch the last train back to my apartment. I was just happy being with them; for the three days, every evening, I went out with them, following them everywhere. There was a translator, but I hardly understood anything of the class content. Being with these people was so joyful and that kept me going back to the classes and spending time with them every day. </p>
<p>After the classes, I started going to the Centre meetings in Osaka. In May or so, they asked me if I would like to be a disciple. I answered: “What do you mean? I have been coming along here all this time. Of course I want to become a disciple.” </p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy’s answer to my application came before long, but inside myself, I had already been his disciple since I encountered his book at the bookshop. I had been reading all sorts of books by and about different Spiritual Masters up to that point: Sri Ramakrishna, Swami Vivekananda, Ramana Maharshi, and Paramahansa Yogananda. I had been drawn to Spiritual Masters; but I thought it was all like a fairytale — having a real Spiritual Master surely would not or could not happen to me. That is why I was overjoyed when I went to the meditation class. </p>
<p>Meditation brought me joy, but after actually meeting Guru, the quality of my meditation changed greatly. There was a lot more joy. And most importantly, I felt Guru’s love for me... this was the first time I felt being loved this much. I could not believe I could be loved so much! Not even from my loving parents had I felt this much love. Now, after 35 years studying meditation under the guidance of Sri Chinmoy, I want to say having a teacher is a must.</p>
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<figcaption>One year after Sujata opened her first restaurant in 1986, Sri Chinmoy visited it before going on to offer a Peace Concert in Kyoto's Avenatti Hall that evening.</figcaption>
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<h2>Joy Days around the world</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy encouraged us to come together every so often for <em>Joy Days</em> - spiritual gatherings that contain plenty of meditation, music and spiritual activities, but also games, the company of spiritual friends and a definite emphasis on happiness.</p>
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<p>These Joy Days could be as small as a few friends meeting together for an outing, or much larger meetings lasting a few days with several Centres or several countries meeting together.</p>
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<figcaption>Games galore during a Joy Day in our Dublin Centre</figcaption>
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<p>The largest Joy Days take place in Europe and Russia, often with over 700 students of Sri Chinmoy from many different countries taking part. In Europe, the Joy Days usually take place over a weekend, and is quite an organisational feat, with students from many countries giving soulful singing and instrumental performances, as well as sweet and funny plays and humourous sketches. On the Sunday morning, there is usually a group meditation at six o'clock in the morning, followed by a fun two-mile race - Sri Chinmoy loved running, and felt that the outer running and the inner running (i.e. meditation) complemented each other very nicely.</p>
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<figcaption>The 2-day schedule for for one of our recent large European Joy Days, with students of Sri Chinmoy coming from all over continental Europe.</figcaption>
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<figcaption>We often hold Joy Days in picturesque settings, with plenty of time to explore nature</figcaption>
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<figcaption>During a recent Joy Day in Curitiba, Brazil, nine of Sri Chinmoy's students ran the city marathon.</figcaption>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy believed that happiness and spiritual progress should go hand in hand:</p>
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<p>If you are happy, it will help you to a great extent. If you are unhappy, you won't make any progress at all. On the contrary, you will be marching backwards. Real outer happiness is not self-deception. It does not come from wasting time and indulging in pleasure-life. Real outer happiness is something totally different. It comes from inner joy and inner satisfaction.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ab23j4u" title="Sri Chinmoy, The giver and the receiver, Agni Press, 1987" href="#footnote1_ab23j4u">1</a></p>
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<figcaption>Meditations on the beach, delicious food and body-surfing during Joydays in our Centre in Accra, Ghana</figcaption>
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<p>As well as Joy Days, Sri Chinmoy's students often meet together outside of our regular meditation for more formal occasions, for example to mark our teacher's birthday, or the anniversary of his passing on October 11, 2007.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy's students in Bali gather at his statue in Ubud to mark his Mahasamadhi (passing)</figcaption>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ab23j4u"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ab23j4u">1.</a> <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gvr">Sri Chinmoy, <em>The giver and the receiver</em></a>, Agni Press, 1987</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/joy-days-around-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The spiritual life is normal to me</h2><div class="field-item"><figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/uk/lifestyle/profiles/shankara-dipika.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve the blessings I receive in this life, but I know how lucky I am. Every day I get to work hard, try to do the best I can at work, along with all the other things I’m involved in. I feel fulfilled. My life is pretty simple. I know, too, the only thing that brings this feeling of satisfaction and worth is spirituality. </p>
<p>When I was younger, I thought the only way you could really change the world for the better was to go into politics or find some way to sway influence on a big scale. I must admit I never really understood Sri Chinmoy when he said the best way to change the world was to change yourself. Hmm … that could never have a big impact on the world, surely? However, the older I get, the more I laugh at my younger self. Now, I’m convinced the best thing I can do is try to change myself; to chase illumination, not world politics!</p>
<h2>Growing up</h2>
<p>How did I start? My parents joined the London Sri Chinmoy Centre when I was 5 years old, so I grew up with my family meditating together. I find it significant that the very first conversation I can recall as a child was my Mother telling my sister and I that she had found a spiritual Guru and was going to start meditating with him. She said we could join her if we liked. I can still feel my legs swinging on the chair that was too high for me, and see exactly where we were sitting in our house. Although I was so young, some part of me found the conversation very significant.</p>
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<p>Our parents (Ongkar and Vinodini) took us along to Centre meditations. There were a number of children in the Centre and we would play together while our parents meditated. We would also join in the meditation for at least 10 minutes. Sri Chinmoy always involved us children in activities, that were very much part of Centre meetings. Children are always cherished and made to feel important as Centre members.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy’s love, care and concern have touched every part of my life and continue to do so. I am no great aspirant, far from it; but I have faith in my spiritual life and in Sri Chinmoy. This faith protects and enlightens me. I guess my love and faith have deepened and expanded over the years. On this spiritual path, you never stop learning, which is so satisfying.</p>
<h2>My spiritual practice</h2>
<p>Meditation does not give you a predictive experience, because it changes the whole time. Throughout my life, inspiration has ebbed and flowed. At different stages in my life, I have found the need to call on different aspects of the spiritual life for guidance and support. My Pole Star is devotional singing. Sri Chinmoy wrote thousands of devotional songs <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_tqjaxn8" title="During his lifetime, Sri Chinmoy wrote 21,300 devotional songs (including 13,625 Bengali; 7,462 English; 180 Sanskrit and 33 French songs)" href="#footnote1_tqjaxn8">1</a> that I find indescribably beautiful. Singing at my meditation shrine, I am always transported from the incessant drumbeats of my mind to the sweetness of my heart where peace resides. </p>
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<figcaption>Shankara is the leader of the Temple-Song-Hearts music group, which gives concerts all over Europe.</figcaption>
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<p>I’ll be honest. Regular discipline isn’t my forte. I tend to buzz around the place trying to do a million things at once, which quite frustrates my long-suffering family! Sri Chinmoy’s path works for me because it’s so varied. If you love meditating soulfully and silently, there’s plenty of opportunity for that. If you like to meditate, but sitting for hours is a kind of torture, then you can meditate first, then go and do “selfless service.” Serving soulfully can be anything from helping out or organising running races, working at a restaurant operated by students of Sri Chinmoy, or getting involved in the many projects the Centre organises. </p>
<p>However, despite my love of action, I really treasure my morning meditations as they inevitably give me the best experiences of the day. I probably sing more than I sit in silent meditation. My meditation shrine is simple and lovely. It’s the one time in the day no one is asking anything of me, except hopefully, God. The rest of the day, I try to remember my spiritual life, my Spiritual Master, and moments of beauty and divinity. Such as on the bus, as I walk to the kitchen, or as I notice something beautiful, in connecting my inner and outer life. </p>
<p>Meditation increases awareness and sensitivity to our surroundings. Meditation strengthens our instincts. By which I mean, as our souls come to the fore during meditation, the Soul’s Light and its guidance do not withdraw immediately, but continue into the day. This awareness, I feel, leads me to be more considered and thoughtful in my decisions. The aim is to do the right thing; one’s instinct or intuition is a hugely helpful tool for this to happen. I also believe my meditation, or rather my spiritual life as a whole, offers protection against falling foul of insecurity and other negative forces. Ha, but I have a long way to go on that!</p>
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<h2>A life of significance</h2>
<p>I’ve never known a life without meditation or spirituality. The spiritual life is normal to me. I perceive my life to date as challenging, very challenging at times, but also wonderfully full and rewarding. My greatest fear as a teenager was to have a life where I couldn’t see the point of what I was doing, of a life with no achievement - and by 'achievement', I mean living a life of deep significance, rather than becoming a big-wig. I clearly remember being so grateful in my late teens that I had meditation and a spiritual life, as I was happier in myself, and less confused or frustrated than some of my friends. When I feel my heart open during meditation – or more commonly when I sing – I taste the sweetness of life (while worries and frustrations caused by politics, confrontation and the sheer hardness of life, lessen their intensity), and I gain perspective.</p>
<p>If I didn’t meditate, my choices in life would be so different, along with my priorities. I want to meditate. I want to live a spiritual life. For me, there is no set divide between the inner and the outer. I just want to do my best each day. I meditate every day and I try to serve in my daily life. My meditation with Sri Chinmoy shows me the way to live, which gives meaning to my life.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_tqjaxn8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_tqjaxn8">1.</a> During his lifetime, Sri Chinmoy wrote 21,300 devotional songs (including 13,625 Bengali; 7,462 English; 180 Sanskrit and 33 French songs)</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/shankara-spiritual-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2> Learning to follow my intuition</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/saranyu-thumb.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When a person becomes conscious of seeking the higher light, divine serendipity makes magic. In 2001, Saranyu Pearson, a homeopathic veterinarian, had just changed jobs, moving to a veterinary clinic across a café owned by students of Sri Chinmoy. She took their free meditation classes—and off she went on her unique spiritual journey of self-discoveries. </em></p>
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<p><strong>Q: How do you incorporate meditation into daily living? </strong></p>
<p>I was lucky to be very excited about this change in my life, and found little difficulty trying meditation early every morning. I was on a high from these morning meditations, which helped sustain my enthusiasm, as they fitted in with my early morning routine at the time. I certainly understand this is not always the case. It has been more difficult over time to maintain this enthusiasm and routine. However, it comes down to disciplining myself (in positive ways to reap the benefits of meditation) and prioritising meditation with the awareness and confidence that my day will be a whole lot easier and happier if I continue with my morning meditation. </p>
<p>Many people think the benefits of meditation have to be immediate; sometimes they are. I’ve learned to understand, too, that these benefits can follow on many days or weeks after meditation has been an essential motivation for continued practice. I am now in the privileged position of meditating more often during my workday — which brings considerable advantage to my skills as a veterinarian. It helps to keep me calm, focused, and open. In addition, it has helped me in communicating with my patients to provide them with relevant treatments so they can benefit in healing and maintaining animal wellness.</p>
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<p><strong>Q: How do you follow insights from your meditation? </strong></p>
<p>Meditation or its resulting outcome, inform every important decision and action in a natural way for me. The trick is to allow the mind to trust the process. It’s a two-way conversation with yourself, where the inner advice, direction, or inspiration has its own inner checks and balances, so you <em>know </em>with little doubt what you’re doing is right. (You sure feel it when it’s not, and can make amends.) I often find myself doing things I haven’t planned. These things always turn out good, especially doing for others when they’re needing or hurting most, and I wasn’t outwardly aware of their needs. </p>
<p>The most practical ways I follow insights in my work as a homeopathic veterinarian is to allow and follow my intuition and insights in completely necessary and natural ways. I know this ability definitely comes from my connection to my spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy, from meditating under his guidance. Over time, I’ve found myself spontaneously saying “yes” to invitations and opportunities that “just” happen to come along.</p>
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<p><strong>Q: How has your meditation with Sri Chinmoy has deepened over time? </strong></p>
<p>I have sought more opportunity to immerse my being in spiritual pursuits through our Sri Chinmoy Centre activities to access these blessings, as they unfold. For instance, the global <a href="https://www.peacerun.org">Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run</a> and the multiday races organised by the <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> are unique opportunities to immerse in the highest consciousness, for as long as possible. These are ongoing transformative events increasing my capacities, from deepening my spiritual experiences over time.</p>
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<p>I also feel I have changed at many levels of self, with benefits from my meditation practice filtering through my body and my life—providing access to deeper experiences strengthening my entire being, in reaching out to family and community. Over time, I realize my meditation and spiritual practice inform my whole existence in the very best ways, and in ways that I cannot ever imagine not having.</p>
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<p><strong>Q: What meaningful changes has meditation made in your outer life?</strong></p>
<p>Meditation sharpens what most people refer to as conscience. This means you don’t need to think as hard using your mind about important decisions, but simply make time to meditate on and ask the question inwardly, then apply the answer outwardly. Of course, it’s not always an immediate answer. This practice has taught me patience.</p>
<p>Meditation expands your awareness, and provides the vision to make changes in your life and for your community. Inspiration from my meditation has resulted in my starting community projects to prepare people for climate change emergencies we’re facing. We grow our own food in back and front yards, and share produce with our neighbours. I teach older women who are not physically active, how to move their bodies better and to run, cycle or walk—instead of driving to the store. I’ve become more confident in advocating for changes in governance to better serve the environment and all living things with whom we share Mother Earth. These are all satisfying experiences brought about through my daily spiritual practice developing over time.</p>
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<p><strong>Q: Do you feel your meditation-life has opened up new avenues of awareness or transcendence?</strong></p>
<p>I’ve had myriad experiences from over seventeen years of meditating with Sri Chinmoy. Running through these sweet stories is the constant theme of inner joy or satisfaction. In realising these encounters have not been of my own making, but blessings bestowed by a Higher Power.</p>
<p>My experiences run the gamut. Such as the capacity to run a six-day race and feeling happy, with only a practice run of completing my first 24-hour race only the month before. Offering gratitude prayers answered for loved ones in need, from the mundane passing of examinations to life-changing choices of school or vocation. </p>
<p>It has not been easy being a single parent with two, now young adult, children. However, the strength I obtain in all facets of life through my spiritual practices continues to keep our family on track. I see clearly now, my son’s acceptance into an excellent school that perfectly met his needs, was really an act of Grace since we had missed the cutoff date and bypassed the waiting list. My daughter is encouraged to follow her heart in becoming an artist, from trusting the heart’s inner messages. My decision to study further and enhance my veterinary skills was also an inner message that has proven to be life-changing in the best of ways.</p>
<p>I also notice deep spiritual experiences often revolve around death experiences for many people. This is a direct experience of the soul since with death the rest of the body is no longer interfering with the Soul’s Light. Like my Dad appearing after his death to berate me, in jest, for not telling him about my life with Sri Chinmoy, and to thank me for it. My Mum coming to share many special moments of my spiritual life over many weeks, after she died unexpectedly. All of these are deeply personal and soulful experiences that can only be appreciated with an awareness of how natural our soul-connections are between the inner and the outer life - that meditation unfolds profoundly to seekers, simply and sweetly.</p>
<p>My meditation has given me access to communication with souls of people and animals - and the equanimity to accept such experiences as perfectly natural. For example, feeling an inexplicable joy in the unexpected death of my beloved cat that can only be my soul’s joy, since I was left outwardly bereft. </p>
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<p><strong>Q: What would you give as an example of your outer self-enhancement enriched by meditation? </strong></p>
<p>I’ve never really thought of myself as possessing outer self-enhancement but I do believe, at my best, look younger than I am! I certainly attract many compliments for my physical sporting abilities. I’ve a very grateful client base genuinely appreciating my advice in caring for their animals and family members. I know not all vets can tell what animals are saying to them. </p>
<p>Perhaps the most significant enhancement is my ability to celebrate simple joys, to appreciate what I have, and to be grateful. Acquiring inner peace through meditation is the alpha and omega of our existence. Without a deep abiding inner peace, there can be nothing else. Whilst far from achieving this goal completely, I do have enough filtering through from my daily meditation practice to give me hope that what I am getting is what I need for now.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/learning-follow-my-intuition">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Peace Run visits Oxford</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Recently the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run came to Oxford. I helped as a local co-ordinator to arrange a few meetings. I also cycled with the runners around Oxford.</p>
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<p>One of the great things about the Peace Run is that you have to expect the unexpected. Even the best-laid plans need to be flexible. When you are on the run, you soon realise you are very much living in the moment.</p>
<p>I cycled up to Kidlington to meet the runners and guide them to their first school in North Oxford. However, they were running late after their first school visit in Stratford-upon-Avon was a great success. To save time, I volunteered to buy lunch in Kidlington. I order three giant pizzas for ten vegetarians and then ran around the Kidlington shops looking for vegan, gluten-free lunch for another two. I don’t know much about the village of Kidlington, but it didn’t seem to have too many gluten-free vegans – I thought this kind of diet was all the rage these days?</p>
<p>Anyway, as I waited for the pizza to be cooked, I scurried from shop to shop, but all I could see is cheese and egg sandwiches. Then, as I’m wrestling with the conundrum of trying to panic-buy a couple of vegan lunches, I start getting rung from hungry people in different vans, asking where lunch was going to be. I’m standing in Costa Coffee shop, trying to find something vegan, at the same time as explaining to my friend Balavan, lunch is probably in Kidlington, but I’m not sure. But it hasn’t really been bought yet, so maybe I could ring him back in a few minutes. But, then within a few minutes, another phone call and there is another change of plan – no time for lunch in Kidlington, everyone just drove to the school in Cutteslowe – it was getting late and just 30 minutes to our first appointment. Divine chaos!</p>
<p>Unfortunately, whilst the runners were four miles away, I was still in Kidlington with three giant pizzas, a packet of crisps (the best I could do for the vegans) and a few egg sandwiches. So I stuff the pizzas inside my fortuitously large bike bag and cycle furiously down a main road to Cutteslowe in north Oxford. Dripping with sweat, I pick out the squashed pizzas to a grateful army of runners. I proffer apologies for the state of lunch, the lateness, the lack of organisation, but everyone takes it in their stride – as if this is a perfectly normal occurrence on the Peace Run. If you’ve been running all morning, it seems you’re not too picky about your pizza being a bit squashed.</p>
<p>The battered pizza, a few Costa egg sandwiches and a pack of crisps is greeted with an unexpected outbreak of sincere and enthusiastic gratitude – I felt slightly embarrassed people were so happy with our lunch offerings – as if I had taken all the runners to the Randolph Hotel for a perfectly manicured English tea and scones. It seems runners on the Peace Run are well trained to roll with the flow and from even the simplest things gain great joy.</p>
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<p>After that slightly intense lunch experience, I was somewhat hot and bothered, but as soon I met the runners and they seemed happy with a bit of pizza, my organiser anxieties dissipate, and you just let the Peace Run unfurl its magic. It feels like you have stepped into an indefinable bubble and the whole day and next morning I had an underlying joy, where it was perfectly OK not to worry or plan too much, but see what comes.</p>
<p>The first primary school seemed to really enjoy meeting the runners, and then we were off into town. We stopped at Regent College, an English language school for adults. Despite the fact they were businessmen and teachers, they had a childlike joy in meeting the run and holding the torch. It was great to see serious teachers run up and down the large lawn, to the enthusiastic cheers of watching students. It was a reminder the Peace Run can break down our inhibitions and remind us of a spontaneity that is usually hidden under many layers of outer problems. Not that I joined in the running up and down the lawn – you can have too much joy for one day. I slinked into a comfortable to chair to relax after the morning’s cycle sprint from Kidlington.</p>
<p>After Regent College, I took the runners on a tour of Oxford. I have lived in Oxford for 18 years, but showing visitors around reminds you of how beautiful the town is. The beauty of the architectural tour is also heightened because of the fact Sri Chinmoy visited Oxford nine times, so there are many places where you can point out where Sri Chinmoy gave a lecture, gave a concert or some other meeting. As we meandered through the winding, quiet streets of Oxford, you would turn a corner, and there would be another reminder of a former visit by Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>First up was Lady Margaret Hall part of Oxford University. I asked the porter if I could take a few runners into the gardens, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. Lady Margaret Hall was the Oxford college where I studied for four years and in my final year became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.</p>
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<p>As fate would have it, in 2003, Sri Chinmoy visited Lady Margaret Hall in a “Lifting up the World with a Oneness-Heart Award”, where he lifted 20 distinguished university professors. Guru was very happy with this visit and the title of his book “The mind becomes the heart” is symbolic of how the pinnacle of academia accepted the heart of Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>Anyway, on this particular day, the college gardens were unusually calm and still (the students weren’t back for a start!). I pointed out the spot where Sri Chinmoy meditated many years ago, and for those brief minutes, it felt like his presence was still very much with us. I hadn’t planned this visit at all, it just seemed to happen and felt one of those perfect moments where the planets align.</p>
<p>As the runners departed for their next location in London, I felt a little sad to be moving back to a more mundane reality. On the Run, so much happens in 24 hours. Thank you to those Peace Runners who give up their time to travel across the world and take part in this great event.</p>
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<h2>The Wings of Joy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>With over 100,000 copies sold, The Wings of Joy has been an invaluable companion to people all over the world as they set out on their journey of self-discovery.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy felt that simplicity,&nbsp;sincerity&nbsp;and purity were&nbsp;the hallmarks of spirituality, and&nbsp;these three qualities can be felt in abundance as he confers with&nbsp;the reader about&nbsp;all the strivings and quests of the human condition -&nbsp;to overcome self-doubt and fear, to be kinder to oneself and others, to gain lasting fulfillment in this unique and beautiful&nbsp;life.</p>
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It does not depend on outer circumstances.<br/>
A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy.<br/>
This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy, from &#39;The Wings of Joy&#39;</strong></p>
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<h2>Sport and Meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>The inner dimension of sport...</strong></p>
<p>A&nbsp;spiritual Master and at the same time an avid sportsman,&nbsp;Sri Chinmoy was a pioneer in demonstrating the power&nbsp;of meditation in the sporting world. In 1977, he founded the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, which has put on some of the most boundary-pushing races the running world has ever seen, including the current longest certified road race - the 3100 Mile Self-Transcendence Race.</p>
<p>This book brings together many of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s most powerful teachings from 30 years of service to the running community. It is aimed at both elite athletes searching for that extra edge, and ordinary people looking to&nbsp;get more satisfaction from their workouts. Sri Chinmoy answers questions both from a deep inner perspective and yet also rooted in&nbsp;the world of practical experience - what are the goals we should be aiming for, how we can strive for and yet be detached from disappointment at the same time, how we can keep our enthusiasm day after day and year after year, and&nbsp;how we can make our sporting activities a source of deep and lasting satisfaction.</p>
<p>In addition, legendary athletes such as 9-time Olympic gold medallist&nbsp;Carl Lewis, Olympic long jump and triple jump champion&nbsp;Tatyana Lebedeva, marathon record-holders&nbsp;Tegla Laroupe and Paul Tergat, and 5-time Mr. Universe Bill Pearl contribute their&nbsp;own inner secrets and spiritual perspective on training and competition.</p>

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<h2>Celebrating Sri Chinmoy&#039;s 27,000 Aspiration-Plants poem series</h2><div class="field-item"><p>This year marked the 20th anniversary of the completion of <em>Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration Plants</em>, the second of Sri Chinmoy’s three epic poetry series. Sri Chinmoy wrote the first poem on July 10, 1983 - just one week after completing the first series, <em>Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</em> - and completed the last poem in the series 15 years later. The series was published in 270 volumes containing 100 poems each.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy announced his vision of 27,000 poems even before he had completed his Flower-Flames series, during a trip with his students to Japan in December 1982. The first volume was published in time for Sri Chinmoy’s birthday in August 1983, and he gave the book out as a gift to all of his students attending his birthday celebrations, asking them to try to to feel the poems inside their hearts. Sri Chinmoy finished the final poem on 24 January 1998 while on his annual Christmas vacation with his students - at the time they were in Cancun, Mexico. To mark this achievement, he invited his students who were present to form groups to chant the mantra Supreme 27,000 times.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy would always find ways to make his students part and parcel of whatever he was doing. and to claim his achievements as their own. At the time, many of his students around the world came up with fun and spontaneous celebrations to mark their teacher’s achievement. For example, in Canada, his students created a huge red and white Canadian flag made from 27,000 snowballs on a prominent hill near the Parliament Buildings. A Reuters cameraman happened to walk by and took a photo of the flag which ended up appearing in newspapers across Canada the next day. In New Zealand, Sri Chinmoy suggested to his students there that they shake 27,000 people’s hands, giving each of these people a card of poems and a sweet. In the words of Jogyata Dallas, one of the organisers: “<em>This unique challenge quite consumed us for some time. We visited school assemblies, announcing a handshaking-record attempt to honour our Guru’s achievement; stood at escalators in shopping malls with a microphone to introduce ourselves, and armed with a hand-held manual counter to accurately record numbers; visited universities and busy streets; toured towns, distributed 27,000 sweets and gave away 27,000 large cards – each carrying an explanation and a sample sprinkling of 27 poems, like this one:</em>”</p>
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<p>If you want to remain always happy,<br/>
Always perfect and always fulfilled,<br/>
Then always keep inside your heart<br/>
A pocketful of sweet dreams.</p>
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<p><em>“Everything about this unusual commemoration charmed people a lot, and left 27,000 spirit-awakening, heart-warming mementos with their 27 inspirational poems scattered throughout this peace-hungry world.”</em></p>
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<p>This year, Sri Chinmoy ’s students held various commemorations to mark the 20th anniversary of the poems’ completion in 1998. At the time, many of his students were very involved in proofreading and printing the books, and they vividly recalled what powerful meditative and transformative experiences they had working with such vast numbers of poems.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/celebrating-sri-chinmoys-27000-aspiration-plants-poem-series">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>To me God is not only the most beautiful golden Being or Spirit; to me God is everything. You just mentioned nature: a beautiful flower or a beautiful tree. Anything that is God's creation embodies God....You can appreciate the beauty of nature and if you are happy, then the happiness that you are getting is God. In one word, if God has to be defined, then I wish to say God is happiness.</p>
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<p>To appreciate God’s creation is to appreciate God is to meditate.</p>
<p>After a busy few weeks of organising our <em>Festival of Meditation</em> in Dublin, members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre spent a day in the countryside. Rajnandini arranged a visit to a nature reserve known as Girley Bog near Kells in Co Meath. Nature communicates very well when the sun communicates, particularly in Ireland and this was very much the case during the visit. </p>
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<p>Wow! – when you slow down and observe, you realise that that a bog is much more than a 15,000 year old compost heap! So much life, so much drama, so much beauty and diversity from the <strong>Sun Dew</strong> insect digesting plant, the elegant <strong>Bog Cotton </strong>swaying in the wind to the colourful seeding <strong>Sphagnum Moss</strong>, all existing in varying settings. You soon realise that by slowing down to observe each marvel, your heart is tickled with joy and if you give yourself permission to do so, the warmth of gratitude descends upon you.</p>
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<p>Rajnandini imparted her vast knowledge of botany to the (mostly) city folk along the way. And most times when we get together, snacking along the way is the norm – but during this walk, it was the energy-charged wild strawberries, blueberries and green peas instead of the usual coffees and pastries.</p>
<p>After the walk, the group returned to Rajnandini’s home in Kells to join her parents Sean &amp; Mary for a sumptuous lunch in the garden. To burn off the ice cream and chocolate cake, Sean organised Lawn Croquet with simplified local rules to suit the multi-national make-up of the group (Poland, Vietnam, Croatia &amp; Russia).</p>
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<p>The day was brought to a close with a group meditation and celebration of Elena’s birthday. </p>
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<p>Thanks Rajnandini - just what the doctor ordered.   </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/day-country">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Festival of Meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Dublin's now-established annual ‘Festival of Meditation’ took place this June, with eight days of events in three different venues attended by approximately 325 people. The festival included talks, workshops and a public concert of meditation music with two international groups. The concert featured guided meditations and mantras so that the public could join in.</p>
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<p>Both of the groups have played meditation concerts in many countries, and are very popular with audiences.</p>
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<p><em>Ashru Dhara - male instrumental group from the Netherlands, Germany, France and Ireland.</em></p>
<p>The festival also included a weekend workshop on sports and meditation given by guest speaker, Abhinabha Tangerman from Amsterdam. Abhinabha has a 2:27 marathon personal best, and has recently entered the world of Guinness record-breaking, setting records in unique disciplines such as one-handed clapping and keeping balloons in the air. </p>
<p>The week finished up with an Evening of Music &amp; Mantras which incorporated excerpts from Sri Chinmoy’s book <em>‘The Source of Music’</em></p>
<p>As the event was considerably over-subscribed, a follow-up week of introductory classes were organised which are currently on-going.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/festival-meditation">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>If I were a book, what would my title be? - a creative project</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy asked his students to meet together frequently for meditation, spiritual activities and fun that he called Joy-Days. Very often, these happen over a weekend when people from all the Sri Chinmoy Centres in a country, or even in different countries, can come together.</p>
<p>On one such recent weekend in Co Wicklow, Ireland, students of Sri Chinmoy from Ireland and England came together. As part of the weekend, different members engaged in a spontaneous creativity project given the simple question 'If I were a book, what would my title be?'. Ambarish from the Dublin Centre collected all of these questions and made some charming videos, which you can see below:</p>
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<p>Whatever we do in life — whether we are praying, talking to our friends or participating in sports — we are trying to receive joy at every moment. But joy we can have only when we have a peaceful life. We are all longing for joy, and joy abides only in peace. At every moment we are given the opportunity to feel peace in the depths of our heart on the strength of our prayer-life and our meditation-life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_n6rl9wt" title="Sri Chinmoy, Aspiration-body, illumination-soul, part 2, Agni Press, 1993" href="#footnote1_n6rl9wt">1</a></p>
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<h2>222 Meditation Techniques</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>222 Meditation Techniques</strong> offers a broad selection of meditation exercises by Sri Chinmoy which will be helpful for anyone wishing to start or further their meditation practice.</p>
<p>The 222 exercises, laid out in an accessible simple format, are suitable for both beginners and experienced meditators. They include breathing exercises, guided meditations and the use of mantras. It also includes meditations for runners, artists and musicians. There are also exercises to try and overcome bad habits and cultivate more gratitude in your life.</p>
<p>The book has an attractive design and its hardback binding allows it to stay conveniently open on the chosen page for easy reference while practising, making it ideal as a reference for a daily meditation practise.</p>

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<h2>The Adventure of Life</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>The Adventure of Life</strong> is a modern-day spiritual manual that encourages the reader to consider an integral approach to the spiritual life with a focus on meditation, health, diet, sport, family life and the workplace. The book is laid out in an attractive, easy-to-read format that would make a fine addition to any bookshelf or coffee-table.</p>
<p>The book also serves as an introduction to Sri Chinmoy&#39;s philosophy on society, religion and the essentials of the spiritual life, bringing together the ancient poise and silence of Eastern spirituality with the dynamism and forward movement of the modern-day world. Sri Chinmoy explains how we can transform our life by seeing the divine in everyday experiences.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Life is not boring to one who believes in adventure. Adventure does not mean that you have to climb up the tallest mountain. To allow new ideas, fresh ideas, healthy ideas to enter into your mind &ndash; that is adventure.&rdquo; <em>&ndash; Sri Chinmoy</em></p>

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<p>Jayasalini describes the&nbsp;physical, mental and spiritual challenges and joys which face any runner who takes on this race of 52 days - dealing with minor injuries and issues, staying happy and focused, and never giving up - but also the valuable spiritual lessons she learned during this time.&nbsp;For keen runners, it will be of great interest to see how the body and mind cope when pushed to the limit; and for non-runners, it will give a unique insight into a remarkable adventure and the potential of the human spirit. Ultimately, the book is&nbsp;a celebration of running and the ideal of self-transcendence &ndash; an experience of a lifetime squeezed into 52 days.</p>

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<h2>On Sri Chinmoy’s Sunlit Path</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>98 disciples of Sri Chinmoy from around the world tell their own stories of how Sri Chinmoy came to be their Guru, and how his teaching continues to enrich their lives. </strong></p>
<p>In this book, you will meet a cross-section of the Sri Chinmoy Centre;&nbsp;from a Guinness World Record breaker,&nbsp;to accomplished musicians, writers, artists and athletes - all of us&nbsp;ordinary people who have found a way to have deep inner fulfilment in today&#39;s world - and find out&nbsp;why individuals from such a diverse range of backgrounds and interests are drawn to Sri Chinmoy as their spiritual Teacher.</p>
<p>From these stories, the reader can get personal insights into many&nbsp;aspects of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s&nbsp;spiritual path; sweet reminiscences with Sri Chinmoy, the spiritual value of service, the joy of self-transcendence, as well as experiences of meditation and the inner connection with one&#39;s soul and with one&#39;s spiritual Teacher. These heartfelt stories will resonate with those seeking a deeper meaning to life.</p>

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<h2>Auspicious Good Fortune</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sumangali is one of the best writers in the Sri Chinmoy Centre, and&nbsp;this is&nbsp;an in-depth account of her journey to becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy and finding a deeper fulfilment in life. In vivid terms, she writes of her upbringing and her growing disillusionment with the expectations of modern life; her story is very unique, but&nbsp;the broad themes will resonate with many others also seeking to explore the world of meditation and spirituality.</p>
<p>The second half of the book describes the years she spent with Sri Chinmoy prior to his passing in 2007, and contains many illumining anecdotes and experiences with Sri Chinmoy which helped transform her life and spiritual practice. In all, the&nbsp;book is a revealing perspective on the Guru-disciple relationship,&nbsp;and how the&nbsp;ancient practice of learning from a spiritual Master can have great relevance to a modern spiritual life.</p>
<p>The audiobook, narrated by Sumangali,&nbsp;is also available free of charge to <a href="http://www.sumangali.org/auspicious-good-fortune/audio-book/">download from sumangali.org</a>, or to listen to at Radio Sri Chinmoy.</p>
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<h2>International Day of Happiness 2018</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In 2012, the United Nations General Assembly designated 20 March as the International Day of Happiness, and Sri Chinmoy Centres around the world have been marking this day with workshops, poetry readings and cultural events every year since. Dublin and New York were just two of the Sri Chinmoy Centres that organised events to celebrate this day.</p>
<h3>Dublin</h3>
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<p>This years' programme was an hour and a half long, interspersing meditation exercises and songs with poems on the theme of happiness. The audience was welcomed by Mangala Keenan from the Dublin Centre, who introduced the event with some background history of International Happiness Day, noting that the first year's events organised at the United Nations incorporated readings from the book<em> Jewels of Happiness</em> by Sri Chinmoy. Mangala spoke about Sri Chinmoy’s service to the United Nations for over 35 years and how, as his students, we continue to offer such events to the public.</p>
<p>Some of the poetry readings were by members of the Dublin Centre, including Cathy Torres, who read Sri Chinmoy's poetry along with her own composition <em>Happiness in Silver, Gold and Diamond</em>, which by the end had the entire audience smiling.</p>
<h3>New York</h3>
<p>Panorama Cafe, in Queens, an enterprise owned by Sri Chinmoy's students, hosts regular poetry readings, music performances and other cultural events - including one to celebrate this year's Day of Happiness.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy wrote many poems and gave several talks about the importance of cultivating happiness.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy’s book The Jewels of Happiness was released on 20 March 2013 to honour the International Day of Happiness and includes writings on how we can cultivate real happiness in our daily life. It was later released in audiobook form, read out by such luminaries as Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Roberta Flack and Carl Lewis.</p>
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<p>“If you are happy, it will help you to a great extent. If you are unhappy, you won’t make any progress at all. On the contrary, you will be marching backwards. Real outer happiness is not self-deception. It does not come from wasting time and indulging in pleasure-life. Real outer happiness is something totally different. It comes from inner joy and inner satisfaction.”</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_h30zxio" title="Sri Chinmoy, The giver and the receiver, Agni Press, 1987" href="#footnote1_h30zxio">1</a></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy suggested an integral approach to happiness. Both prayer and meditation are important, but he also encouraged a dynamic approach to life - he felt happiness could be cultivated through sport and serving the world.</p>
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<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/quest-happiness">A Quest for happiness</a> by Abhinabha</li>
<li><a href="https://www.jewelsofhappiness.com/">Jewels of Happiness</a> website</li>
<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/selected-poems/poems-happiness/">Poems on Happiness</a> at Sri Chinmoy Poetry</li>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_h30zxio"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_h30zxio">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gvr"><em>The giver and the receiver</em></a>, Agni Press, 1987</li>
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<h2>The complete works of Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy was a prolific author of poems, talks and plays. In addition, countless questions and answers from spiritual seekers over a 40+ year period have been published. During his lifetime, his published output totalled almost 1,600 books, which have been a source of illumination for spiritual seekers all over the world.</p>
<p>In 2015, Ganapati Press started a project to publish all these writings in 80-100 beautiful large hardbound volumes that will meet museum archival standards. At the time of writing (2021) there have been 36 volumes published.</p>
<p>Some notable volumes include: (the links below are to the Ganapati Press website)</p>
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<li><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/1-poetry-1/"><strong>Poetry, vol. I</strong></a> <em>The Dance of Life</em>,&nbsp;<em>The Wings of Light</em>,&nbsp;<em>The Golden Boat series</em> 3 poetry series of 1000 poems each, written in the 1970&#39;s</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/question-and-answers-vol-1-2/">Answers vol. I</a></strong><strong> (<em>2 tomes)</em></strong> <em>Sri Chinmoy answers</em> series - questions answered mainly in 90&#39;s and 2000&#39;s</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/ancedotes-1/">Anecdotes vol. I</a></strong> <em>Run and become, become and run</em> series of running stories</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/poetry-ii-ten-thousand-flower-flames/">Poetry vol. II</a></strong>&nbsp; (2 tomes)<em> Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</em> poem series written 1979-83</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/twenty-seven-thousand-aspiration-plants/">Poetry vol. III</a></strong> (4 tomes) <em>Twenty-seven thousand Aspiration-Plants</em> poem series written 1983-98</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/poetry-iv/">Poetry vol. IV</a></strong> (7 tomes) <em>Seventy-seven thousand Service-Trees </em>Sri Chinmoy begain this series in 1998, 50000 poems were written before his passing in 2007</li>
<li><strong><a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/everest-aspiration/">Everest-Aspiration</a></strong>&nbsp;Original 100 talks.</li>
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<p>Order details available on <a href="https://www.ganapatipress.org/">ganapatipress.org</a> . Can be shipped worldwide. Discounts/free shipping available for large orders.</p>
<p>Many books can also be ordered via Amazon.</p></div></div>
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<h2>Seeking Perfect Health - New book</h2><div class="field-item"><p> Perfect Health is a new book which compiles the writings of Sri Chinmoy on the subject of health.</p>
<p><img alt="perfect health" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/news/uploads/seeking-perfect-health.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Perfect Health looks at the important subject of health from a spiritual perspective. In particular, Sri Chinmoy mentions how our state of mind can have an influence on our body and mental health. This book includes a question and answer section, where Sri Chinmoy advises on practical steps that readers can take to improve their overall health and well-being</p>
<p>Topics include</p>
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<li>How to deal with stress and depression.</li>
<li>The link between health and karma.</li>
<li>How to maintain healthy weight.</li>
<li>How to get the best night’s sleep.</li>
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<p>Link between health and meditation.</p>
<p>This book will be relevant to anyone who is interested in a spiritual perspective on life and good health. It gives an insight into how we can cultivate our life energy, peace of mind and live more in harmony with our body, environment. Sri Chinmoy's book will inspire us to gain more satisfaction from looking after and appreciating our health. </p>
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<p>“It is one thing to have good health and another thing to deliberately maintain good health. Unless you are consciously keeping good health, at any moment you may be attacked by some forces. It is like having a large amount of money without knowing about it. If you are not conscious of it, you may easily lose it.”<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_guouhbn" title="Sri Chinmoy, The outer running and the inner running, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote1_guouhbn">1</a></p>
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<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<li><a href="https://www.bluebeyondbooks.co.uk/perfect-health/">Seeking Perfect Health</a> at Blue Beyond Books</li>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_guouhbn"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_guouhbn">1.</a> Sri Chinmoy, <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ori-21"><em>The outer running and the inner running</em></a>, Agni Press, 1984</li>
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<p>Sammunati competed for the Ukraine in the Rio Olympics last year, and has also won marathons in Los Angeles, Belfast and Toulouse.</p>
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<p>A record 20,000 runners completed the 2017 Dublin Marathon in a course that passed through important landmarks of Dublin including Fitzwilliam Street, Phoenix Park and finishing in Merrion Square.</p>
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<h2>August Celebrations 2017</h2><div class="field-item"><p><br/>
August Celebrations was very good. Amongst the usual program of functions, concerts and annual marathon, there were a few anniversaries, which included the 40th anniversary of:</p>
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<li>Guru’s tennis,</li>
<li>Everest Aspiration</li>
<li>Founding of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team.</li>
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<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy Tennis" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/tejvan/storyimages/tennis-joy-sri-chinmoy-kedar-1024.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy playing tennis</em></p>
<p>It was good to hear older disciples talk about their experiences and reminiscences from these days. It evoked a feeling of when the Master was in the physical be it playing tennis, giving extemporaneous talks or running the streets of Queens and encouraging others to do the same.</p>
<p>A spiritual Master comes to sow spiritual seeds; seeds which usually take many years, if not centuries to fully germinate and sprout. Perhaps in centuries to come, there will be a widespread reverence for the immortal talks of Everest Aspiration and wonderment a spiritual Master spent so many hours on a tennis court.</p>
<p>But, while some aspects of Guru’s mission may take many years to come to the fore, the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team has been quick to offer a real contribution to the world of sporting endeavour. In 1977, ultra running was very much in its infancy; who could have predicted 40 years later, we would would see the 20th edition of a 3100 Mile race?</p>
<p>One video I liked was a portrayal of Snatak entitled “The Seeker”. As you may know, Snatak has a form of motor neurone disease. Despite increasing physical challenges, which would confine most people to their house, Snatak has been a glowing and inspiring presence on many events from the Christmas Trip to every celebrations. Snatak is a powerful example of how spiritual faith can overcome the limitations of the physical existence. It is also perhaps a gentle reminder that our excuses for not been able to travel, pale into insignificance when you consider barriers overcome by Snatak and team.</p>
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<p>Oneness-Dream, a singing group dedicated to songs of Sri Chinmoy, is the creation of Snatak. This is a slideshow from a recent tour in Tuscany, Italy.</p>
<p>Apart from these notable events and anniversaries, celebrations is a welcome opportunity to revitalise your practice of meditation and catch up with friends old and new. The only difficulty is the contrast of coming back to your everyday world - where the pressures of the world re-appear, but that reminder of a more tangible feeling of spiritual consciousness from celebrations is a welcome boost to keep you going until the next opportunity.</p>
<p>Photo top right: Kedar</p>
<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_1">Run and become, become and run.</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ea_1">Everest Aspiration</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/august-celebrations-2017">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Four attitudes in chess – all this reminds me...</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="satyamurti_-_leone.jpg" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/patanga/satyamurti_-_leone.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p><em>(top image - Lion by my friend Satyamurthi Miotello)</em></p>
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<p>After I wrote <a href="http://patanga.srichinmoycentre.org/respond-effort-patience-and-more-effort">a few things about the game of chess</a> and how something from the game we might be able to use in life, again I realised some other principles which do seem to happen in our lives and are represented in chess (and surely many other activities – maybe all of our activities!) I see the very same structure in Kendo (japanese fencing) while sparring with fellow kendokas.</p>
<p>This time what came to mind are the different attitudes to get to our goals. In chess, the goal is to checkmate the opponent´s king. In Kendo, to score a solid hit, <em>ippon</em>. A few ways to get there are what I thought of now, as a chess and kendo beginner.</p>
<p>The first and most basic attitude is to play tricks on the opponent, hoping he will not see through them and lose. It can work. But even if it works, you know you were not playing solid chess and had to rely on your opponent´s overlooking of the move. And, if it does not work, then you played a huge risk on your part. Now you did your move, which was not enough to win, but your opponent can counterattack on your weakened flank. You are exposed. It is like a game of chance. Neither you nor your opponent will improve by playing such games. At some point, you just give up playing, as there is no permanent solution. This reminds me of the human body of an aspirant.</p>
<p>The second way is by agression. You attack constantly your opponent, hoping to breach through his defenses, even at the cost of sacrificing a part of your army. It might work, and you end up overwhelming your playmate. Or, if he is good in defense, you might sacrifice all your army like waves hitting the side of a fortress and finally, when the tide ebbs, you cannot do anything else and simply remain defeated. There is so much tension in these strategies, but at least one can learn a little from the played game. Much is based on reflex and not introspection. If there where more in depth thought, players would be able to enjoy more and learn more, but this is already an improvement over playing tricks. All this reminds me of the emotive vital of an aspirant.</p>
<p>The third way is by caution. You calculate everything from the standpoint of not losing the game. You enter into such a defense that your opponent will not be able to breach. However, you are then playing alone. You and your playmate will not be able to learn so much from the game, since a living connection between moves is needed to play a beautiful game. Like an instrument trying to solve problems greater than itself. On it´s own sole capacities, it will fail. This reminds me of the intellectual mind of an aspirant.</p>
<p>The fourth way is by constant positioning and building up over chess fundamentals, the root of the game. You and your opponent play sensible moves, neither wholly reacting in defense against new threats nor simply creating a fortress over yourself. Each move is fluid, based on a steady source of game knowledge and maturity, and leading to ever increasing levels of beauty and counterplay. Each movement has two or three applications in itself, based on fundamental principles that will take you to a higher level of structure – not only inside yourself, but also with your playmates. You do not try to win – you do not try to defeat your opponent. You simply try to do your very best, inspired by your playmate’s own efforts at performing his personal best. This is a sound strategy of growth and progress, leading to fulfilment, ease of mind and plenty of energy to do what is needed. This reminds me of the intuitive heart of an aspirant.</p>
<p>That is how I would like to perform all my actions. (Alas!)</p>
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<p>When the divine attitude<br/>
Purifies the human attitude<br/>
Peace dawns in our aspiration-life.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/pghh_1">Sri Chinmoy, <em>Peace: God's Heart-Home, part 1</em></a>, Agni Press, 1995</p>
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<p>Now, if you are inspired to read on to a higher level, I can recommend <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/tcs-2">Sri Chinmoy’s talk “The five paths of love and devotion”</a>. This particular talk has been priceless in my life.</p>
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<h2>Agnikana&#039;s Group tour the UK and Ireland</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Recently, the Czech music group "Agnikana's Group" toured parts of the British Isles to give free concerts of Sri Chinmoy's music. The group played in the major capitals of London, Cardiff, Dublin and Edinburgh, and also York, Bristol and Ipswich.</p>
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<p>Agnikana's group is an all female ensemble who perform the music of Sri Chinmoy. The concerts were well attended and received positive feedback with audience members describing the music as 'beautiful, peaceful and 'connecting with the soul'.</p>
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<p>The group played in Edinburgh.</p>
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<p>The previous week, the Sri Chinmoy Centre had been part of the Edinburgh Festival of Peace and Spirituality, with this artwork displayed at St John’s Church in Princes Street.</p>
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<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/musicians/agnikanas-group/">Agnikana's Group</a> at Radio Sri Chinmoy</li>
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<h2>Joy-Day Games!</h2><div class="field-item">After reading Sri Chinmoy's comments, we've been giving more importance to playing games in our Joy-Days (and also in the Centre). This also resulted in rediscovering some of our childhood games. For inspiration of those interested, I describe some of them, from the most soulful to the most... hum... cheerful. I'll just give the basic idea and then you can choose how to operate each game. And I would be happy to learn from my brothers and sisters more games!
Complete the Poem
In this game, you show one of Guru's poems. However, a line or a word is missing. Disciples have to guess it right. You can have the disciples take turns until they get it right or you can have each person guess once and the nearest guess is right. There are different levels of difficulty. For example, an easy one:
"If a seeker wants to be inundated with boundless Peace, Light and ______, then he has to purify his nature." The answer is "Bliss". For more knowledgeable disciples, you can do harder ones.
Poem Puzzle
You print two copies of one poem. One of them you can cut into each individual word or pairs of words, and put them inside an envelope. The other you save as a reference. Then somebody has to reassemble the poem correctly - and read it out. Works well even without competition. Disciples can just go through the different poems for some time. Example easy poem:
God’s Greatness and Goodness
Puzzle me.
My weakness and meanness
Puzzle God.
Quizzes
Just be watchful when you read Guru's books everyday. From there you can have amazing questions for nice quizzes! Also, you can have things from disciple's stories - for example: "In Ashrita's famous 24h bike race, how many miles did he do?" Then you can tell the story behind it.
Photo Quiz
Many possibilities. For example, once I showed a picture of Sri Chinmoywith his family and also friends from the ashram days. Then people have to guess which is which (family or friend). Browse through your pictures and you will find many questions.
Hangman
You can have a word or a phrase and then people or teams have to guess it. In some cases you can give a hint to make it interesting. On Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 8, Guru says that, “From the spiritual point of view, America's capital is not Washington, but Philadelphia”. So I gave the hint "it's the capital of the USA" and then enjoyed as people became surprised that there is no "w" on that city! Afterwards you can tell the story behind it.
"Pentaphlon", "Heptathlon", etc
You can set up a few games together that count seconds towards one final stage: a 2-mile or 1-mile or 1500m race!
Suggestion for a pentathlon:
1) Tie your shoelaces as fast as you can – standing on one foot! Write down times.
2) Put up a lecture poster on the wall on the fastest time. A referee can give (or take) seconds for the poster being straight or bent, high or low, tape showing, etc. As a special, you might have some important information missing (ex., day of lecture) and then reduce the time of someone who noticed it and corrected. Write times.
3) You can have for example a poem puzzle here and note time
4) And something like singing a song you don’t know only by reading the music. Write times or give a score.
5) Finale time - have the disciples race a 2-mile or 1-mile or 1500m race! First you have to make a conversion chart (points to seconds). So those who did well in previous activities start the race a few seconds earlier! Whoever gets first to finish line wins!
Prizes Game (or "grab the nutella!")
This is a shooting game. You can have prizes (chocolate, incense, CDs, etc) arranged on some kind of structure like piles of chairs or tables. Each one has to throw a rubber ball and hit one of the prizes. To make it softer, we use a rule that the ball has to hit the ground first, bouncing up to hit a prize. A pot of Nutella has been traditionally the most sought-after prize. We set up a few other less wanted prizes in front of it, as a castle wall, so that disciples have to "dig through" to get to their most coveted prizes.</div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/joy-day-games">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Centro de Meditación Sri Chinmoy de Puerto Rico celebra su 50 Aniversario</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="20160728_meditation_at_the_pr_statue_024.jpg" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/pr/20160728_meditation_at_the_pr_statue_024.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>El pasado 22 de julio, el Centro de Meditación Sri Chinmoy de Puerto Rico celebró su 50 Aniversario con la apertura de una exhibición del arte de Sri Chinmoy, llamado "Jharna-Kala" (Fuente de Arte) en la Casa Bailey Ashford en el Condado en San Juan.<br/>
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Exactamente 50 años antes, el 22 de julio de 1966, fué fundado el Centro de Meditación Sri Chinmoy, cuyo nombre original fué el Aum Centre.<br/>
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Este centro fué el primero de muchos- luego siguieron centros en Nueva York, en la isla de Jamaica y luego en Europa.</p>
<p>Dichos centros promueven el crecimiento espiritual del ser humano a través de la práctica de la meditación, la música, el deporte, el arte y el servicio desinteresado a la humanidad.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy (1931-2007) fué un Maestro Espiritual quien dedicó su vida a servir a la divinidad en la humanidad.<br/>
Su instrucción espiritual fué siempre libre de costo, pues el sintió que lo que se recibe de Dios debe ser ofrecido gratuitamente.</p>
<p>A la tierna edad de 11 años, Sri Chinmoy ingresó en una comunidad espiritual (o Ashram), el Ashram de Sri Aurobindo en Pondicherry, India. En dicha comunidad practicaban un tipo de yoga integral, con una base en la meditación y la oración, pero con desarollo intelectual, deportivo y artístico incluído como parte de la práctica espiritual. La música, la poesía, el teatro y la literatura iban de mano en mano con la práctica individual y colectiva de la meditación.</p>
<p>En ese ambiente tan fertil, Sri Chinmoy floreció y se destacó en la rama deportiva y literaria. Fué campeón de los 100 metros por 10 años consecutivos, y campeón del décalo por dos años.  Participaba destacadamente en competencias de futbol (soccer) y volleyball.</p>
<p>Al mismo tiempo desarrollaba sus actividades literarias, siendo un ávido poeta y también traduciendo obras del bengalí (su idioma natal) al inglés.</p>
<p>El 13 de abril de 1964 llega Sri Chinmoy a América, inspirado por Dios a comnpartir<br/>
con los aspirantes de Occidente los frutos de su vida de oración y meditación.</p>
<p>En el 1966 un grupo de aspirantes puertorriqueños invitaron al Maestro Sri Chinmoy<br/>
a venir a Puerto Rico para meditar con ellos. Les gustó tanto la meditación con el Maestro, que decidieron formar el primer Centro de Meditación Sri Chinmoy en el mundo.</p>
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<p>El Maestro Sri Chinmoy en meditación profunda y elevada.</p>
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<p>El Maestro Sri Chinmoy habla acerca de la diferencia entre la mente y el corazón.</p>
<p>Hoy en día hay más de 60 Centos de Meditación Sri Chinmoy en el mundo, ofreciendo<br/>
clases gratuitas de meditación, conciertos gratuitos de música meditativa, eventos de fondismo y la <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/">Carrera por la Paz</a>.</p>
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<p>Discípulos en concierto "Songs of the Soul"</p>
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<p>El Presidente de Portugal inaugura la sección europea de la Carrera por la Paz 2020<br/>
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<h2>Carrera por la Paz Sri Chinmoy- Hogar de Unidad- Culmina en Agosto 23 en Nueva York</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="peace_run_2016-front.jpg" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/pr/peace_run_2016-front.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>El pasado 23 de agosto concluyó la Carrera Por La Paz Sri Chinmoy-Hogar de Unidad- de 2016 en el Dag Hammarskold Plaza en Nueva York.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/carrera-por-la-paz-sri-chinmoy-hogar-de-unidad-comienza-en-agosto-23-en-nueva-york">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Some thoughts on the spiritual life</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Yesterday I hired a cleaning service to clean my room. Today I noticed something interesting: usually I don&#39;t spend time at home, but today I feel comfortable staying at home, reading books and writing. Typically, on my days off I go to the gym, to the art museum and then I practise violin haphazardly at the restaurant (no customers, I go after hours) and come home late, and just sleep. I don&#39;t do anything at home.</p>
<p>But today my room is clean, and I feel like staying home. I thought that, being a guy, the state of my apartment does not affect me. I&#39;m beyond all that. I guess it does affect me in subtle ways, so I will continue to shell out money to keep my place clean, and who knows, may one day learn how to clean my own space and thereby save a dime.</p>
<p>Guru has an aphorism that I like: &quot;It takes a lifetime to be truly humble.&quot; That&#39;s an interesting statement. I wonder what that means. It takes a lifetime to be truly humble. I wonder if I substituted the word &quot;spiritual&quot; for humble, then the meaning of this poem might become more apparent. &quot;It takes a lifetime to be truly spiritual.&quot; If that was what Guru said, I would immediately understand and agree. I would say, why, yes, it does take a whole lifetime to absorb all the spiritual lessons we have to absorb, to fully understand why we&#39;re here, and to apply that conscious knowledge in a mature way. I know spirituality is a vast subject, and maybe I may even have to devote many lifetimes to learn the spirituality lesson.</p>
<p>But Guru doesn&#39;t say &quot;spiritual&quot;. He says &quot;humble&quot;. It takes a lifetime to be truly humble. Maybe this aphorism is in some way connected with my hiring a cleaning service. I mean, I didn&#39;t make a clean room a priority, because deep down I didn&#39;t think it was terribly important. One day I hired some people to give it a nice deep clean, and lo and behold, today I feel like staying home instead of scurrying around between spots of interest!</p>
<p>I like this aphorism of the Master:</p>
<p>&quot;To feel oneself helpless is good.<br/>
Better to cultivate the spirit of self-surrender.<br/>
Best to be the conscious instrument of God.&quot;</p>
<p>(<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/book/export/html/1286023">http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/book/export/html/1286023</a>)</p>
<p>Humility means evaluating your life honestly and precisely, and seeing what things you can do for yourself, and what things you may need some help with. Nobody is self-sufficient. Guru has an aphorism,</p>
<p>&quot;Self-sufficient people<br/>
Are at times<br/>
Worse than street beggars.&quot;</p>
<p>(Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 22, Agni Press, 2001)</p>
<p>And I also like this poem:</p>
<p>&quot;If you take pride<br/>
In being humble,<br/>
Then you are a humility-clown.&quot;</p>
<p>(Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 6, Agni Press, 1998)</p>
<p>Humility often requires a sense of humor!</p>
<p>A friend of mine told me many years ago that his Guru once told him in private conversation that &quot;nine-tenths of spirtuality is humility.&quot;</p>
<p>Recently I told a friend of mine, who is not a disciple, that I have been working in spiritual businesses, Sri Chinmoy&#39;s restaurants, for twenty years. He asked me, not unkindly, what I have to show for my twenty years of work?</p>
<p>I told him that I&#39;ve learned two things from working in spiritual businesses. The first thing is that I&#39;ve learned how to work. I come from a rich family, never worked in high school or college, and so when I was about to graduate college I asked Guru whether I should go to graduate school or just work. He suggested that I not get any further degrees, but just get a job, any job with a relatively pleasant atmosphere (he did not say I needed to work in businesses associated with his philosophy). So, I&#39;ve spent the past twenty years working, and I&#39;ve learned slowly, painstakingly but thoroughly the ins and outs of business: customer service, professionalism, timeliness, attention to detail. These are skills I would not have learned if I had just stayed in school collecting degrees.</p>
<p>The second thing I&#39;ve learned is how to be spiritual. By doing simple jobs in a nice atmosphere, I&#39;ve had lots of time to cultivate my spiritual life. These days I spend three or four hours a day on spiritual activities, like japa, reading, prayer and spiritual singing. If I had a better-paying, but more stressful position, perhaps I would not have had much time to pray and meditate. I think I have more poise than I would have if I had not come to the spiritual life. I believe in a guiding Hand. I do know some disciples who have some real inner wealth. I know one older man who has cut vegetables for the last forty-five years, but you look at his eyes, and you see he&#39;s in communion with distant galaxies. He&#39;s in the world, but not of it. I don&#39;t want to say his name, but he&#39;s glimpsed some very profound truths, and has assimilated them. When your very presence teaches people, then you are of great service to the world. If that&#39;s not practical, what is?</p>
<p>I like what Guru said as part of an answer to a disciple&#39;s question:</p>
<p>&quot;If you have developed an immortal consciousness, only then are you serving the Supreme all over the world.&quot;</p>
<p>(Sri Chinmoy, Illumination-world, Agni Press, 1977)</p>
<p>I&#39;ve received intensive, excellent spiritual training from my twenty years in the Sri Chinmoy Centre. I&#39;m not sure how visible that training is, or if people can immediately feel from me that I pray and meditate. But the fact is I do have a base level of cheerfulness and equanimity, and that serves me well. Sometimes I swim and lift weights at a University close to my house. The kids there learn mental knowledge, but the inner development, spiritual knowledge, they do not learn. That&#39;s a shame. I think Michael pointed out that Universities originally were founded by monks and had the function of educating people both mentally and spiritually. That does not happen these days. The kids with the best grades and test scores go to the best colleges, but they usually graduate with just mental training.</p>
<p>Here&#39;s a funny but poignant aphorism from &quot;Transcendence-Perfection&quot; that I like:</p>
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<p>&quot;The curtains of her peace-room<br/>
Are drawn.<br/>
Her life is now beyond<br/>
Peace-experience.<br/>
She now tries to be wise<br/>
By becoming a learned fool.&quot;</p>
<p>(Sri Chinmoy, Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1977)</p>
<p>(I&#39;ve been enjoying Guru&#39;s University talks from the 1970&#39;s, incidentally. They are an untapped gold mine of extraordinary beauty).</p>
<p>Here&#39;s a final aphorism:</p>
<p>&quot;Even an iota of progress<br/>
In the inner life<br/>
Is much more important<br/>
Than the so-called success-life.&quot;</p>
<p>(Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 50, Agni Press, 2009)</p>
<p>--Mahiruha</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/some-thoughts-spiritual-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>New collection of stories by Sri Chinmoy&#039;s students </h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="on-sri-chinmoys-sunlit-path" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/news/uploads/on-sri-chinmoys-sunlit-path-188x300.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p><em>On Sri Chinmoy's Sunlit Path</em> is a collection of stories by nearly 100 disciples of Sri Chinmoy, talking about their experiences studying meditation under his guidance.</p>
<p>The book is split into different sections according to the different types of stories , including:  'Joining the Path', 'Meditation and Transformation', 'Self-Transcendence', 'Experiences with Sri Chinmoy', 'Life and Death', 'An Inner Connection' and 'Service'.</p>
<p>"<em>I left the lecture feeling a deep sense of peace and a joyful, exuberant feeling in my heart. This really was what I had been looking for</em>" Abhinabha Tangerman, student of Sri Chinmoy's from Holland (from 1st story)</p>
<p>For more information, extracts and how to order - please view: <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri-chinmoys-sunlit-path">On Sri Chinmoy's Sunlit Path</a>"</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/news/sri-chinmoys-students/on-sri-chinmoys-sunlit-path">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Patanga: my spiritual name</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>by Patanga Cordeiro</em></p>
<p><img alt="day-5-day-1--046.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/patanga/day-5-day-1--046.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Patanga is a Sanskrit spiritual name. Some names are very short, while others are very long. A spiritual name is the soul´s mantra, and it can also give indications of the soul´s mission. After receiving my name, I changed all necessary papers and documents, as I really wanted to call myself only by my spiritual name. Life is too short. I was given the name with the following meaning:</p>
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<p>Patanga – a <em>rishi</em> who was part-author of the Rig Veda.</p>
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<p>(A <em>rishi </em>means a “divine seer”)  The conciseness of the meaning of my name is both a relief and a challenge. Few things to concentrate on, but much to discover.</p>
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<h3>Some of Sri Chinmoy´s remarks on spiritual names</h3>
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<p>When you repeat your own soul's name, I assure you that you will be able to bring to the fore all your divine qualities; you will be energised with your soul's divine power.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_36a0wb7" title="Prayer-world, mantra-world and japa-world, Agni Press, 1974" href="#footnote1_36a0wb7">1</a></p>
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<p>To get a spiritual name is really important. At that time you consciously know the meaning, the significance of your soul. If you know what your soul’s main qualities are, then only will you one day be able to bring them to the fore. If you do not know what you are trying to bring to the fore, then it is more difficult. But the moment you know what you are expected to do, what you are going to bring to the fore, then there is not only every possibility but every assurance that you will do it eventually.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_rs2wwi1" title="Surrender and realisation, Agni Press, 1976" href="#footnote2_rs2wwi1">2</a></p>
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<p><strong>Question: Could you please explain why you give your followers spiritual names?</strong></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> Everyone has all the divine qualities, but one quality is often pre-eminent. One divine quality is usually more manifest in a certain person than the other divine qualities, and the soul has a way of manifesting the highest Truth through that particular quality. One soul will manifest through light, another through beauty, a third through power, a fourth through compassion, a fifth through peace, a sixth through joy. Each Sanskrit name I offer has a spiritual significance, and each aspirant has the capacity to realise and manifest the Highest through a particular quality which his name reveals and embodies. If the soul wants to realise and manifest the Highest on earth, then if the aspirant knows that particular quality, it becomes infinitely easier. When the disciples have spiritual names and they meditate on their names, at that time their divine qualities come to the fore most powerfully and make them feel what they are here for and why they have come into the world. That is why we give these names. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_kjpee6w" title="Sri Chinmoy, Flame Waves, part 06, Agni Press, 1976" href="#footnote3_kjpee6w">3</a></p>
<h3>"Patanga" song-poems</h3>
<p>I know of three of Sri Chinmoy´s song-poems featuring the word Patanga. As a homage to my soul and the privilege of having received a spiritual name, I sing them everyday as a mantra. Below are the exquisite translations of these songs by Sri Chinmoy himself.</p>
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<p>The river flows toward the sea.<br/>
I know not what urges the river-heart to flow.<br/>
The sea has a magnetic pull.<br/>
As an insect offers its life to the flame,<br/>
Oh, how I wish to offer my Infinity’s life<br/>
To the all-transforming Flame-Beauty.</p>
<p>Nadi chale jai<br/>
Sagarer pane<br/>
Na jani kena je<br/>
Paraner tane<br/>
Patanga ase jyotir sakashe<br/>
Karite jibana dan<br/>
Temani amar kareche paran<br/>
Asimer abhijan</p>
<p><strong><a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/nadi-chale-jai">Sri Chinmoy</a></strong></p>
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<p>He who has heard the sound of Your Footsteps,<br/>
He who has seen the Smile of Your Face,<br/>
How can he remain satisfied with little things on earth,<br/>
How can he remain without loving You as his very own?<br/>
Like an insect inside a blazing fire, if my body and vital are burned to ashes,<br/>
I know yet for certain I shall have a place in the depth of Your Heart.<br/>
He who knows nothing about You can remain forgetful of You, but not I, never.<br/>
O Mother Divine, do place us, the knowers of You and those who know You not,<br/>
In Your ambrosial, Elysian Lap.</p>
<p>Je shunechhe taba charaner dhwani je herechhe taba hasi<br/>
Swalpe tushta kemane se rabe tomare na bhalobasi<br/>
Patanga sama anale bhasma hai jadi deha pran<br/>
Tomar sakashe labhibo janani nishchoy ami sthan<br/>
Je paini taba kona parichoy se pare rahite bhule<br/>
Chena achenare ek sathe laho janani anke tule</p>
<p><strong><a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/je-shuneche-taba-charaner-dhwani">Sri Chinmoy</a></strong></p>
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<p><em>(Note: By no means do I intend with this article to come to any final conclusion as to the absolute meaning of my name.  These are just some musings of a seeker to himself. I am also including some of Sri Chinmoy’s remarks on spiritual names.)</em></p>
<p>In modern Bengali, apparently Patanga is used to denote insects, mostly of the flying type, and particularly the moth, but goes as far as even a kite. In Sanskrit, it seems to be more like “bird”, or more widely, “something that flies using wings”. “Pat” would account for “wing” and “anga” for “limb”.</p>
<p>In this vein, I often see some events from my life and attitude related to some of Sri Chinmoy's songs, particularly the Patanga (insect) lines:</p>
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<p>“As an insect offers its life to the flame,<br/>
Oh, how I wish to offer my Infinity’s life<br/>
To the all-transforming Flame-Beauty.”</p>
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<p>And</p>
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<p>“Like an insect inside a blazing fire, if my body and vital are burned to ashes,<br/>
I know yet for certain I shall have a place in the depth of Your Heart.”</p>
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<p>I don´t know if they are just coincidences, but often I see myself in the point of sacrifice, specifically of my body and vital energy, with a goal of spiritual progress or service. Be it in ultramarathons, meditation class giving, organizing Centre matters, translating books, website contributing, etc, often I have been dragged to a point beyond and beyond exhaustion. But I never regretted the deed, action or feat itself. To me it just feels like that is what I needed to do. I do not wish to excuse myself for past mistakes based on lack of wisdom, but there is a chance these happenings have had a hint of the soul’s angelical but powerful touch behind them. Sri Ramakrishna would occasionally describe the moth’s yearning as an example of a fiery dedication to an ideal – the moth will fly towards light, even if the light is a bonfire, since in its view it is better to die on the blazing light than to live in darkness. I can only hope I will be able to develop such yearning in this lifetime or the next!</p>
<p>I noticed I have a tendency to bring newness and change about my environment – maybe that is the “rishi” side of the name Patanga. More than that would be hard to say.</p>
<h3>Two short stories related to my spiritual name</h3>
<p>I have at two stories to tell regarding two of my friends and brothers, and our spiritual names. I have written a long version of the first story that was included in a book called “<strong>First Steps on the Sunlit Path</strong>”, if I remember well. So, I’ll just keep to a very short version of both stories here.</p>
<h4>Premananda Jan Klaile</h4>
<p>Even before I had met him, I was reading about famous disciples of Sri Ramakrishna. For some unexplained reason, the one called Swami Premananda struck me. The name Premananda would come to me daily, even more than once. I thought that maybe Sri Chinmoy would soon give me a spiritual name. But still, no, it was not quite that which I felt.</p>
<p>Weeks later I met him for the first time in New York. Soon Guru gave him the spiritual name Premananda. Talk about oneness! When we walk together, often people ask if we are twin brothers. Only please notice that he is a blonde, fair skinned Finnish person, while I am a dark-haired, tanned-skin Brazilian!</p>
<h4>Ushika Muckenhumer</h4>
<p>I met Ushika in my first 10-day race. We naturally became friends. With him being very, very experienced in such races, I often went to him for advice regarding injuries that would come up during the race. But even in such a tough race, while running together for some reason we would often laugh to the point were running became impossible, and we would walk like drunkards, legs crossing in front of each other (myself particularly). I asked the meaning of his spiritual name, and he said it is, if I remember correctly, “A hermit from the Rig-Veda”. Remember that Patanga is “a rishi who was part-author of the Rig Veda”! So our souls are in the same business, I might try and say. It is interesting also that the 10-day race was one of the key experiences of my life. I also made many other important friendships there.</p>
<p>I think I might someday come back to this page to write more about Patanga, as I discover more about my name and its meaning!</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_36a0wb7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_36a0wb7">1.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/PW"><em>Prayer-world, mantra-world and japa-world</em></a>, Agni Press, 1974</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_rs2wwi1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_rs2wwi1">2.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sr"><em>Surrender and realisation</em></a>, Agni Press, 1976</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_kjpee6w"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_kjpee6w">3.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/fw_6">Sri Chinmoy, <em>Flame Waves, part 06</em></a>, Agni Press, 1976</li>
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<blockquote><p>Spirituality means speed: speed in the inner world, speed in the outer world. In the inner world, speed is founded mostly upon aspiration. In the outer world, speed is founded mostly upon inspiration.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_hp1qph5" title="From The oneness of the Eastern heart and the Western mind, part I" href="#footnote1_hp1qph5">1</a></p></blockquote>
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<div>It is rather interesting how I got to write this page. I had been thinking about how to increase my own speed in the spiritual life. This article accounts for a small experience I had. What happened is that recently I have been doing too much technical work, on a computer screen, and I felt it was affecting me, making me feel tired and useless. So I felt the need to sharpen or 'speed up' my consciousness (or natural awareness).</div>
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<div>But why is speed necessary? Can we not go at a slow, steady pace? <em>Slow and steady wins the race</em>, as the saying goes, reminding us of the famous story about the race between a turtle and a hare. But I think the answer to my own question is more like riding a bicycle – the faster you go:</div>
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<li>the more balance you have;</li>
<li>the easier it becomes to surmont occasional obstacles such as hills;</li>
<li>the more difficult it is for outer interferences to stop you</li>
<li>the more you discover capacity in yourself and</li>
<li>the more joy you get from your speed! :D</li>
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<div>We know that vehicles can easily skip over small holes on the road if they go fast enough – so all the same we might be above the daily pits and falls of life if we can get to this turning point of speed.</div>
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<p>I bicycle with my heavenly friend: speed!<br/>
Earthly cries before me die,<br/>
Heavenly smiles within me fly.<br/>
Supreme God-Joy our only need.</p>
<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_ee94oez" title="From the song I bicycle at speed high" href="#footnote2_ee94oez">2</a></blockquote>
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<div>But how can I increase my own speed? I think for different people at different times, there will be different manners to achieve more speed. For me, it usually means focusing more on the inner aspects meditation, music, devotional practices – with the outer aspects following naturally afterwards, like a wave and its tow.  Also it happens sometimes that, when the outer aspect is doing well, it becomes easier for the inner dimension to grow. Like, when I do some voluntary work or write about my experiences, I usually feel quite good inwardly, inspired and aware. So that is how I got into writing this small article not just for you, but also for me. </div>
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<div>Even though I am extremely far from the great spiritual figure Swami Vivekananda’s 'speed' or awareness, I would like to quote him in the vein of this page’s theme:</div>
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<div>“Our duty is to encourage every one in his struggle to live up to his own highest idea, and strive at the same time to make the ideal as near as possible to the Truth.” </div>
<div><strong><a href="https://www.writespirit.net/">Swami Vivekananda</a></strong></div>
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<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_ee94oez"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_ee94oez">2.</a> From the song <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/i-bicycle-at-speed-high">I bicycle at speed high</a></li>
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<p>The meditation techniques include visualisations, concentration, breathing exercises and even meditations whilst running. The diverse range of meditation techniques are useful for both beginners and more experienced meditators.</p>
<p>The exercises can be a good way for people to give a new focus to their own meditation.</p>
<p><strong>Review</strong></p>
<p>The book is well laid out, with excellent pictures and a feeling of simplicity and purity which is conducive to giving a good inspiration to our meditation. It is the kind of book which can be dipped into at regular intervals, allowing the reader to choose the exercises which appeal to them.</p>
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<li><a href="http://themeditationbook.net/how-to-purchase/">Buy online</a></li>
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<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">Meditation</a> at Sri Chinmoy Centre</li>
<li><a href="http://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/meditation-exercises/">Guided meditation exercises</a> - free audio downloads at Radio Sri Chinmoy</li>
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"America's Independence Day
Is God the dreaming Child's
Very special
Rainbow-Birthday-Smile."
Sri Chinmoy, Gratitude-Flower-Hearts, Agni Press, 1993
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gratitude-flower-hearts/3-july-1988">http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gratitude-flower-hearts/3-july-1988</a>
I was inspired to compile a small list of inspirational material regarding the celebration of today's July 4th. I feel that America's independence is relevant and precious to the whole world.
I am from Brazil. When the time came for our country’s independence, we were inspired by the courage of the Americans during their fight for independence. Also, our constitution and other declarations for the establishment of a new country were based on the US Declaration of Independence, the First Constitution etc. Likewise it was for many, many countries liberated in the Americas and elsewhere.
Here below are a few selections where Sri Chinmoy speaks, in addition to the outer meanings, also on the (hidden), inner meanings on America’s independence, and on America as a new nation.
My favorite, available as audiobook and paperback "America the Beautiful"
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/America-Beautiful-Sri-Chinmoy/dp/0982428464">http://www.amazon.com/America-Beautiful-Sri-Chinmoy/dp/0982428464</a>
Sri Chinmoy's play "The Sacred Fire"
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sacred-fire">http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sacred-fire</a>
Bicentennial Flames at the United Nations book
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bicentennial-flames-at-the-un">http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bicentennial-flames-at-the-un</a>
Sri Chinmoy sings "America the Beautiful"
<a href="http://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/6804/peace-divinitys-dream-on-earth/">http://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/6804/peace-divinitys-dream-on-earth/</a> (look for track 38)
"America" songs and poems
<a href="http://www.srichinmoysongs.com/song/list/?qs=america">http://www.srichinmoysongs.com/song/list/?qs=america</a>
(the ones with a blue "s" have the sheet music in them)</div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/fourth-july">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Spiritual moments with my grandmother</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="vo2.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/patanga/vo2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>Today I am trying to relate some of my (spiritual) experiences with my grandmother. I´ll start by briefly talking about her early life, and quickly move to the spiritual moments which I was told or have witnessed.</p>
<h4>
Early life in a nutshell</h4>
<p>Her name was Edenir Prochnow. She grew up in a farm and, by the age of 14, she wanted to marry my grandfather. His family told her that he was not a reliable person, but she was set, so they married and had 3 daughters. Sometime later he became alcoholic, left home and years later died in a far away city. My own mother was the eldest, around eighteen at the time. My grandmother brought up all three daughters by herself, with heaps of tough experiences for her and her daughters.</p>
<p>Grandma was always very religious in a human sense. She went to Christian church very regularly and gave the tithe her whole life. She used to read the Bible at night and then pray for her family’s welfare. However, more tangible spiritual inclinations per se were not vividly present during her whole life. She told me she had a very ordinary life, and her wishes were mostly eating some kinds of food and, when an opportunity arose, taking her four grandchildren (including me) to eat somewhere or get some gifts.</p>
<p> </p>
<h4>
~75 years old: Rebirth</h4>
<p>I was then  19 years old, and grandma was about 75. I had just become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, which for me meant a rebirth. I could more clearly perceive what I wanted for my life, that I wanted to go beyond the ordinary day to day business and experiences, find more concrete fulfilment, feel devoted from within, break from my self-created prison-cell of futility and endless void, etc.</p>
<p>Grandma then got a serious case of diverticulitis, intestinal inflammation, and would have to be operated. She was not supposed to eat many kinds of things she used to love (she once said that she was a glutton her whole life), under risk of death. But even then she consciously risked her life by eating strictly forbidden items a few times.</p>
<p>However, something happened in the days after the operation. She felt that it was a miracle to be alive. That she had “been granted life by the Lord”. That she was not the same anymore.</p>
<p>Her behavior and general presence of mind changed drastically. She was no longer interested in food as before, not so much worried about the various family issues, etc. She was retired already, so she started to spend the whole morning following the TV-aired Christian programmes on the various religious channels. She would start at around 6 am and go on to the next, and the next, and the next, maybe until 9 am. Her usual phrases became things like “If it is the Lord´s Will” and so on. From a worried kind of mindset, she turned into a joyful person, childlike and spontaneous, and her smile became clearly very beautiful in a matter of a days.</p>
<p>So even though she had attended church her whole life, only now she felt like a real spiritual person, a real devotee of the Christ.  As the Christ said, “born again, but not from the womb”.</p>
<h4>
Time together</h4>
<p>One interesting fact is that she changed a few months after I too had changed. We found that some of our interests became very similar. I would go on a Sunday afternoon to her house to read from the Bible with her. Sometimes she would make selections during the week to read for me. She would be visibly moved by the things we read, and when I left her house, I remember clearly feeling that my faith in my spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy had increased, just by spending time in spiritual activities with my grandmother. I can still remember leaving her house on my bicycle, overwhelmed with spiritual fervor.</p>
<p>It happened, too, that in family gatherings like Christmas day, both me and her were not inclined to spend a long time on the dinner table, speaking of day to day subjects with everyone else. We would go to some other room to enjoy spiritual conversation. My mother was actively against spiritual talks, and would occasionally refer to us as “those two.”</p>
<p> </p>
<h4>
One such experience</h4>
<p>One of the most beautiful experiences that I remember I would like to write here. Grandma had a fairly small retirement pension, around 400 USD per month. Still, she never, ever, had skipped on giving the tithe to her church.</p>
<p>Because of a lifespan of health problems and experiences, she had to take quite a few remedies everyday, maybe some eight. And some of them were absolutely important, the kind that spending a day or two without them might force her to go to the hospital.</p>
<p>On a certain month, she figured she would not be able to buy her medicines and give the tithe at the same time. She did not tell this to anybody, but started praying to the Lord, and said, “You know why I cannot give Your tithe this month. During my whole life I have given it unfailingly, but this month I cannot buy the medicines I require to stay alive and give Your tithe at the same time. I hope You will understand why I won´t give this month.”</p>
<p>So she went to the church with the remainder of her money, with the intention of on the way back home buying her medicine.</p>
<p>But after the worship was over, she felt something unusual about not giving the tithe. She thought, “How silly! It is the Lord that keeps me alive, and not the medicine from the drug store. We are all living by His Grace. I only have to listen to Him and give Him my all and surrender, and He will provide me with His Plan.” She offered her tithe, putting it in the tithe box, and she was absolutely full of joy and fervour. She went back to her seat to pray and assimilate the experience. After a while, the church was becoming empty, and she thought, “Oh, now I don´t even have money to go back home.” She just stayed there, praying with gratitude.</p>
<p>Then, a young couple came to her, a couple whom she used to help and even provided for the husband to get a job years before. They asked, “Grandmother, do you need a ride home? We have a car today.” She humbly said, “Yes, I could use a ride.” She was already rejoicing with the feeling that the Lord knows everything and is really in charge of everything.</p>
<p>Once more, on the way home, the couple pulled the car into the parking lot of a drug store. They had to buy something to take home, so they also asked grandma if she needed anything from there. She told in minimal words that she needed such and such important medicine, but she had no money. They were happy to buy her everything she needed, and in good measure. She went home and cried the whole day, rejoicing to have witnessed the strength of her faith and surrender, as well as how really the Divine is in charge of everything that we look on.  I cannot help but cry as I recollect this experience related to me.</p>
<p>She told me it a few days later. I was also very short on money, but I was given the privilege of giving her enough to attend to church for that month.</p>
<p> </p>
<h4>
Grandma and Guru</h4>
<p>As her faith in the Christ increased and found new depths, this only seemed to increase her faith and comprehension of other Masters. One incident I call tell.</p>
<p>Once, my mother secretly asked grandma to tell me to stop meditating, singing, traveling, etc, because “it was a bad thing, etc.” Grandma became really serious with my mother and told her, in an authoritative tone, “I do not know what he does (what meditation is), nor what kind of place he is attending (the Sri Chinmoy Centre). But one thing I do know. When I talk to him, when I look at his face and at his life, I can see that the Lord is guiding his steps. I can clearly see and feel that he is doing things according to the Will of the Lord, and that is infinitely more justification than anybody could require for anything. So you had better let him be, for you know nothing of what goes on the inside of a spiritual person.” She stepped and went away. Days later we met and she told me the story with such happiness.</p>
<p>Also, she became interested in Sri Chinmoy, who he was and what he taught. (Here is a picture of her watching pictures and listening to stories from my visit to Sri Chinmoy in New York.) She found many remarkable similarities in Sri Chinmoy’s teachings and that of the Christ, as well as some earlier books of the Bible. I remember she enjoyed reading some of Sri Chinmoy’s writings.</p>
<p> </p>
<h4>
Gratitude</h4>
<p>As a final note, I can only thank Guru, thank God and thank my grandmother for these experiences. There are many more, but I cannot recollect them at this time, and grandma passed away years ago. Now, really, only God knows. :D</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/spiritual-moments-my-grandmother">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Learning to love songs ever more</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>
<p class="rteleft">The guardian angel <br/>
Of my daily life <br/>
Is my one <br/>
Soulful morning song.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_278c1ho" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 66, Agni Press, 1983" href="#footnote1_278c1ho">1</a></p>
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<p>In my family, there was no parent, sister, uncle or aunt, cousin, grandfather or grandmother who ever learned to sing or play an instrument. My sister used to hear lots of radio music when she was a teenager, but I didn’t like those songs. I remember it bothered me. My mother later went back to listening to what she liked when she was a teenager, like The Beatles and Ravi Shankar. That I learned to like more and ever more, but after a year or so I was still not getting from music any pure satisfaction. So I gave up listening to music.</p>
<p>When I started to meditate, I started to like singing as well. After the first four days of the meditation class I was attending at the Sri Chinmoy Centre, I learned a very nice song, “Dak eseche … the call has come”. I remember how much joy I got from it. The memory of singing it in the Centre was with me always, on the bus, at home, everywhere.</p>
<p>Some people had a problem with my singing, for good reason, though - I think the applicable term is that I was “tone deaf”. I could not tell a high note from a low note, and if I tried to sing a higher pitched note than the one before, I could well sing a lower note instead, randomly, in a mental effort. And my ear would not tell me anything about it.</p>
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<p class="rteleft">Each soulful song<br/>
Is our heart’s inner happiness<br/>
And our life’s outer fulfilment.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_1jg92ok" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 228, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote2_1jg92ok">2</a></p>
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<h4>30 songs</h4>
<p>Later on I improved a little bit and could occasionally sing in tune with others. Two boys from different Centres invited me to fill in for a missing third person in singing 30 songs by heart on our next Joy-Day (a weekend of fun, meditation, singing and sharing inspiration).</p>
<p>For that, I had the sheet music (which I could not read the notation for, but the lyrics helped) and a tape recording (I borrowed my sister’s “walkman”) of each one of the 30 songs. The music and recordings came from Kailash's group, a group of Sri Chinmoy's students who were (and are) on a project to learn all of his 22,000+ songs. This gave birth to one of my first experiences learning songs.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>If your heart is melting<br/>
While you are singing<br/>
A soulful song,<br/>
Then it is coming<br/>
Not from the mind<br/>
But from the heart and soul.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_9p60wzr" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote3_9p60wzr">3</a></p>
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<p>I was told the recordings by Kailash were bland, as they were meant for use only in learning the songs – not like an inspiring musical group or singing performance. I agreed on first listening. But after a few days, I was listening to them just for sheer musical delight. The recordings had such a special consciousness… I was getting fulfillment by that kind of music! (remember I gave up music as a teenager because there was no fulfillment for me in it). Later on I got some other 4700 of these recorded songs with no sheet music and I would just listen to them, totally amazed by Kailash’s singing voice</p>
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<p>When excellent singers sing,<br/>
Their delicate subtlety<br/>
Just melts God’s Heart.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_2i3jqd8" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote3_9p60wzr">3</a></p>
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<p>Learning those 30 songs in one month was one of the most difficult things I ever did in my life. I probably practiced about 4 hours a day, mostly limited because my voice would fail during the day from singing. (And even when I could probably sing in tune “ear-wise”, my voice might not be able to hold or reach a certain pitch or even make a sound). But I made it, and learned to sing all 30, in the correct order. It felt like teaching a blind person to paint a canvas. And I loved it.</p>
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<p class="rteleft">Just by taking divine music seriously,<br/>
We can make<br/>
A remarkable improvement<br/>
In the musical world.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_slqk2hf" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote3_9p60wzr">3</a></p>
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<h4>Learning even more songs</h4>
<p>The group of three continued learning 10 songs for each month. But after sometime one of the boys did not learn the songs well anymore. For many months we had to postpone our monthly Joy-Day singing sessions. Eventually we came up with the idea of compensating – if we did not do 10 this month, then we do 20 on the next. But this also didn’t work. Then the other boy started to show signs of a serious disease and could not learn songs well too. That left me alone. But not totally!</p>
<p>I had a copy of 1000 songs recorded by Kailash with me. So I decided to do around 30 songs each month by myself, with no performing. This is one of the best projects I ever embarked on.</p>
<blockquote>
<p class="rteleft">If you really appreciate something,<br/>
You will try to possess it.<br/>
Just learn divinity-songs by heart.<br/>
Lo, the divinity they embody<br/>
Will be yours,<br/>
Your very own.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_x80trgt" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 169, Agni Press, 1992" href="#footnote4_x80trgt">4</a></p>
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<p>Learning songs was becoming easier, as I was learning Bengali (many of Sri Chinmoy’s songs are in Bengali), I was learning to read sheet music, and I was making many more friends than in any group - the songs themselves became my bosom friends. I remember having what I could describe as momentary heaven-on-earth experiences… going to work inebriated with the nectar of divine songs, loving everything around me and inside me. Some songs were my favorites, and I loved them dearly. It could be so spiritually intoxicating that even my voice, which is really poor and faulty, gave me the sweetest feeling.</p>
<p>This was before I went to New York for the first time, in 2005. After some years, I finished learning the 1000 songs.</p>
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<p class="rteleft">When you sing a sweet melody<br/>
Flooded with purity,<br/>
Then God will be right beside you.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref5_kuq4lh3" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 6, Agni Press, 1998" href="#footnote5_kuq4lh3">5</a></p>
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<h4>Learning even more songs</h4>
<p>Learning 1000 songs was amazing, but I had exhausted my source of recordings and sheet music. Next thing I got all of the recordings from Kailash’s group, my most favorite singing group, who is singing all 22.000+ songs composed by Sri Chinmoy at about a rate of 720+ songs per year. I was learning about half that amount by myself, but kind of in secret. I only cared for learning songs and singing them by myself.</p>
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<p class="rteleft">When we sing soulfully,<br/>
God sees many beautiful plants<br/>
Growing in His Heart-garden.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref6_pbsh31e" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote6_pbsh31e">6</a></p>
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<p>One day in New York I think someone knew that I was learning those songs and said I should try singing the first 20 with Kailash’s “big” group, where many people join only for those 20 songs. I was a little embarrassed, but different people in different moments said the same thing. This somehow prompted me to enquire them if there was any requisite for joining that group. “No,” they said. “If you know the songs, you just join in!” Those few I asked said the same enthusiastically, so I took it. (PS: I do think, however, that there <em>is</em> an audition… I also think that if I took such and audition, I would have possibly failed)</p>
<p>Later on, some of my friends asked Kailash on my behalf, and I joined the “small” group, which is singing all the songs, in sets of 240 every 4 months. From singing in the group, the order in which I like things most are: 1) learning songs everyday. 2) practicing with the group everyday in New York. 3) I like very much to perform the songs, but compared to the months of learning and the hours of practice, it is the least favorite part. But I do love it too!</p>
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<p class="rteleft">For a God-music-lover,<br/>
Each soulful song<br/>
Is a most delicious banquet.</p>
<p class="rteleft"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_8gup5nc" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 228, Agni Press, 1996" href="#footnote2_1jg92ok">2</a></p>
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<p>There are challenges and spiritual fulfillment everywhere in learning the songs. Struggling with health issues for years, my memory went down the drain, and occasionally I would carry the music in my hands but have no strength to lift them up to my face so that I could look at them. On the sunny side, there are always bright moments and eventually I always learned the songs one way or another.</p>
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<p>God the Supreme Musician<br/>
Tells His spiritual children<br/>
That they are<br/>
His Heavenly Songs. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref6_sro8jg5" title="Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16, Agni Press, 1999" href="#footnote6_pbsh31e">6</a></p>
<p>Yesterday God told me a secret:<br/>
If He had not composed<br/>
So many earth-illumining songs,<br/>
He would have discovered<br/>
A most deplorable vacuum,<br/>
A real sorrowful emptiness<br/>
Inside His Heart. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref7_5ndmgo1" title="Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 95, Agni Press, 1984" href="#footnote7_5ndmgo1">7</a></p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p> </p>
<h3>References:</h3>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_278c1ho"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_278c1ho">1.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff_66">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 66</a>, Agni Press, 1983</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_1jg92ok"><a href="#footnoteref2_1jg92ok" class="footnote-label">2.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref2_1jg92ok">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref2_8gup5nc">b.</a> <em><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/twenty-seven-thousand-aspiration-plants-228">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 228</a>, Agni Press, 1996</em></li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_9p60wzr"><a href="#footnoteref3_9p60wzr" class="footnote-label">3.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref3_9p60wzr">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref3_2i3jqd8">b.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref3_slqk2hf">c.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_16">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16</a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_x80trgt"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_x80trgt">4.</a> <em><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/twenty-seven-thousand-aspiration-plants-169">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 169</a>, Agni Press, 1992</em></li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote5_kuq4lh3"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref5_kuq4lh3">5.</a> <em><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_6">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 6</a>, Agni Press, 1998</em></li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote6_pbsh31e"><a href="#footnoteref6_pbsh31e" class="footnote-label">6.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref6_pbsh31e">a.</a> <a class="footnote-multi" href="#footnoteref6_sro8jg5">b.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_16"><em>Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 16</em></a>, Agni Press, 1999</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote7_5ndmgo1"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref7_5ndmgo1">7.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/twenty-seven-thousand-aspiration-plants-095"><em>Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 95</em></a>, Agni Press, 1984</li>
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<h2>Beauty divine in meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>&nbsp;</em></p>
<p>Inspired by the writings of Sri Chinmoy and John Keats.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>A thing of beauty is a joy forever:<br/>
Its loveliness increases; it will never<br/>
Pass into nothingness.<br/>
- <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/heart-home-of-the-immortals-the-songbook/a-thing-of-beauty">John Keats,&nbsp;from &ldquo;Endymion&rdquo;</a></p>
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<p>Such is the beauty of poetry. By sharing his mantra, the poet innately puts the question to us at the same time. What is beauty?</p>
<p>If we start with a basic question like &ldquo;what is a thing of beauty&rdquo;, the poet replies &ldquo;it is a joy forever&rdquo;. But, what then can give us this perennial bliss?</p>
<p>The beauty of the body? It eventually fails us and decays into dust with age. So its beauty is transient and cannot give us &ldquo;a joy forever&rdquo;.</p>
<p>The thrill of our emotions? They too are ever-shifting. This moment we like. Next moment we don&acute;t. Today euphory, tomorrow depression.</p>
<p>The brilliance of our minds? However high and lustrous it may be at a particular time, one day it is with us and then, the next day, brilliance is nowhere. Today I may be able to plan everything in my life. However, tomorrow all my plans may go down the drain with an inimaginable turn of events.</p>
<p>The oneness of our hearts? Our heart&acute;s oneness gives us long lasting satisfaction. Once we no longer feel divided from fellow runners striving towards eternity&rsquo;s Goal, we can claim all and achieve everything on the strength of our oneness-hearts. But the heart itself will at times accept insecurity as its guest.</p>
<p>The star-climbing wings of our soul? The soul is the eternal guest and host, the Destination as well as the Way. It is the very Source of bliss. That All can never cease to exist and is, therefore, a true joy forever.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>&ldquo;Beauty is truth, truth beauty.&rdquo; - John Keats</p>
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<p>What is meditation and how does it relate to beauty? Meditation is the beauty divine of the soul in the process of its manifestation.</p>
<p>Here the unparalleled poet in Sri Chinmoy far transcends anything I could ever dream of glimpsing with my mind&rsquo;s eye:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>Immortality</strong></p>
<p>I feel in all my limbs His boundless Grace;<br/>
Within my heart the Truth of life shines white.<br/>
The secret heights of God my soul now climbs;<br/>
No dole, no sombre pang, no death in my sight.</p>
<p>No mortal days and nights can shake my calm;<br/>
A Light above sustains my secret soul.<br/>
All doubts with grief are banished from my deeps,<br/>
My eyes of light perceive my cherished Goal.</p>
<p>Though in the world, I am above its woe;<br/>
I dwell in an ocean of supreme release.<br/>
My mind, a core of the One&#39;s unmeasured thoughts;<br/>
The star-vast welkin hugs my Spirit&#39;s peace.</p>
<p>My eternal days are found in speeding time;<br/>
I play upon His Flute of rhapsody.<br/>
Impossible deeds no more impossible seem;<br/>
In birth-chains now shines Immortality.</p>
<p><a href="http://ru.srichinmoylibrary.com/node/225443">Sri Chinmoy, </a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mf-10"><em>My Flute</em></a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mf-10">, Agni Press, 1972</a></p>
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<p>For many more writings on the topic of beauty, please refer to &ldquo;<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/gbs">A Galaxy of Beauty&rsquo;s Stars</a>&rdquo;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/beauty-divine-meditation">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Oneness Experiences of Brother Disciples</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>by Patanga and Premananda</em></p>
<p>This is about the many oneness-experiences me and Premananda had since (and even before) we met. We are starting with Patanga&acute;s stories. (I hope I can recollect the main ones!)</p>
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Stories from Patanga</h4>
<p>It was before my first April Celebrations in 2006. I had been reading a short r&eacute;sum&eacute; about the life of Sri Ramakrishna&#39;s monastic disciples. A certain name struck me the most, that of Swami Premananda. I identified with the character himself, plus the name &quot;Premananda&quot; was ringing inside my head for quite a few weeks, for no rhyme or reason apparent. I even thought Guru might give me a spiritual name, etc. However, I felt it was not yet time for me. So I was back to the question: why this name rings so much inside me?</p>
<p>I then went to New York for the April Celebrations. It turned to be the one I felt the most that I was living inside my heart. I would often come back to my accomodation after seeing Guru physically during long functions and sit on the shrine with my backback still hanging on my back. I just kept on meditating, praying or talking inwardly to Guru until exaustion. Those were really golden moments.</p>
<p>On a certain day I was helping to bag prasad with a number of boys. Right in front of me was this particular boy, called Jan. I liked him very, very much, even though we did not speak much and there were many others around. He mentioned a tendency to repeatedly push himself beyond limits and then suffer for it - a tendency which we both have in common.</p>
<p>A few days later, by the end of Celebrations, Guru called for &quot;Husiar&#39;s helper&quot;, which was Jan. He was not there. Anyway, some other time Guru called again and there he came. Guru gave him the name Premananda! The very name that had been ringing inside me for weeks and weeks!</p>
<p>Often people see Premandanda and myself walking together and ask &quot;Are you brothers?&quot; In the beggining I would try to explain, but after a certain hundred times I just say a smiling &quot;Yes!&quot; Which is not far from truth.</p>
<p>Occasionally somebody would tell me &quot;So are you in Oslo now?&quot; (Premananda lives in Oslo), or &quot;I liked your singing yesterday&quot; (I was not singing yesterday, but Premananda). This escalated to certain heights!</p>
<p>One day after a morning function on the Christmas trip in Singapore, as I was taking prasad, the person who was leading the meditation looked at me clearly and said: &quot;I shall make your announcement tonight&quot;. I was completely stunned. She really was looking at me. But announcement? She must have read my face of wonder and tentatively asked: &quot;You are Premananda, &hellip; aren&#39;t you?&quot; &quot;No&quot;, came the answer from me and some other boys around. That evening an announcement was made that concerned Premananda!</p>
<p>The funny thing is that we do look alike, but not too much. I have brown hair; he has blonde hair. I have darker skin than him; he has a very fair skin. I think it must be something in the consciouness/vibration/heart-oneness/etc that makes people mistake us for each other.</p>
<p>During Celebrations of August 2013, I went to see ayurvedic physician Dr Kumar. When he saw me he bowed most soulfully and said &quot;Namaste, Premananda&quot;. Premananda was going to him frequently those days, so it is not a matter of long term memory!</p>
<p>By this time I should come to the point where we came to mistake one for the other too. Premananda had this experience in Malaysia, on the Christmas trip of 2010. As he came out of bathroom, he saw himself on the large bedroom mirror and, surprised, thought it was me! To settle the matter, during the Christmas Trip of 2012 in San Diego, I came out of the bathroom and, looking at the bedroom mirror, surprised myself to think that Premananda was right in front of me!</p>
<p>When organizing roommates for the annual Christmas Trips, Shubhra thought to herself: &quot;I think these two are going to like each other&quot;. Barely did she know we are good friends!</p>
<p>That also comes to the point where we seem to have the same kind of experiences in other spheres: Centre life, health, etc. Sometimes they are equal, sometimes alternate. It is, however, hard to remember these facts as I write now. For example, we both had chronic health problems (exaustion) for the last few years. I started first and got better first. He started later and got better later. Other years times we would talk on the phone, only to find out we were both unwell or just recovered from some flu.</p>
<p>Premananda was born on the 13th of May, I was born on the 27th of October. (These are some of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s most favoured numbers - 13th April 1964 is the day he arrived on the West, and 27th August 1931 is his birthdate.)</p>
<p>We are almost the same height and weight. We both sing in Kailash&#39;s group. We are both very fond and feel connected to the teachings of the Christ, even though neither of us ever went to church. When looking at him Premananda&rsquo;s grandmother would often joyfully exclaim eyes alight &ldquo;You are going to be a priest!&rdquo; People frequently tell me, Patanga, that I look like a priest.</p>
<p>Premananda is very skilled in communication and acting. I, however, am right on the opposite! We both like learning Bengali for Guru&acute;s songs. But now Premananda is an expert! (And we both learned a little Japanese during youth)</p>
<p>Another funny thing is that I do not feel the need to talk to him very often. I live in Brazil, and he in Norway, and we do spend quite some time together in New York or on the Christmas Trips. But it seems that the connection works from afar and I do think dearly of him very often. Premananda is one of the three people that really feel like being my actual and most tangible family (a family within the family of disciples). With most people there is a certain need to be polite, etc. But with him I just feel so confortable.</p>
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Some stories by Premananda</h4>
<p>In November 2006 the annual Christmas Trip went to Turkey. This was my first ever Christmas Trip. One evening in the hotel in Antalya, I happened to sit with the Brazilians during dinner. I think after less than a minute, Filipe, who later got the name Raviratha, surprised me by exclaiming exuberantly, &ldquo; You look just like Israel!&rdquo; (You can guess who Israel is, he later received the name Patanga). Ashirvad agreed joyfully, &ldquo;Yeah! It&rsquo;s true&rdquo;, and seemed the other Brazilians were in accordance, too. Even though I had briefly seen Patanga on the Celebrations of the year, and finding him an exceedingly nice and proper fellow, I somehow in my mental conception world, clearly thought him to be European, perhaps with some Asian roots, but clearly European, and not even a thought about him being from the Americas, so at the dinner table I had no idea who they were talking about! Many times during the meal Raviratha would exclaim things like &ldquo;Wow! Your smile! It&rsquo;s just like Israels&rdquo;, and &ldquo;Wow! The way you did that is just like Israel&rdquo;,&nbsp; and again &ldquo;It&rsquo;s so amazing! You look just like Israel&rdquo;. This was followed by Ashirvad exclaiming joyfully &ldquo;Yeah!&rdquo;, and the other Brazilians agreeing in various ways, from nodding to some Brazilian words and the like. Their joy was infectious, and I could tell they all liked this Israel very much! I couldn&rsquo;t wait to meet him!</p>
<p>I was not able to attend April celebrations 2009, due to difficulties in Oslo during the construction of our second caf&eacute;. However, many of my friends swore that they had seen me there. No doubt, they had seen Patanga.</p>
<p>Arriving to the Christmas trip in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia a few days before Christmas 2010, I was so happy to find that I was sharing a room with Patanga, even thought it was just for one night, in transit to Pangkor Island, Malaysia. I really hoped that we would continue to be roommates on the Island, and was thrilled when that was so. A funny experience from there is one time when I was doing some chores in our room when I turned around... I froze as I was suddenly looking at a living me, less than a metre away, even though there was no mirror there. After what seemed like a few long drawn-out seconds, my image started moving on its own, while I was perfectly frozen. For an instant I thought this must be some kind of spiritual experience, my image getting a life of its own. Then the normal sets and configurations of our present physical reality re-awoke in my mind, and it dawned on me that it wasn&rsquo;t me standing there. After the initial shock, I&rsquo;d remember that there ensued much hilarity when I realized it wasn&rsquo;t me, but Patanga!</p>
<p>Actually, many times it has happened that I have seen Patanga walking down the street, resulting in me being in mildly shocked awe for a moment, because I&rsquo;m seeing myself walking there. Then it dawns on me with joy &ldquo;Ah, it&rsquo;s Patanga!&rdquo; It&rsquo;s funny how this situation has repeated itself so many times, and will most likely continue to repeat itself. No wonder people mix us up. Anugata once found himself in the same momentarily perplexed state as me when he saw us together. A split second after realizing what he was seeing, he jokingly exclaimed &ldquo;Oh my God! I&rsquo;m seeing double!&rdquo;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/oneness-experiences-brother-disciples">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>New world music store in Dublin</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The latest branch of Gandharva Loka - world music stores inspired by Sri Chnmoy's philosophy - has just been opened in Dublin's Temple Bar district.</p>
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<p>The store is filled with instruments from all over the world, with instruments for beginners and experienced players alike.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy felt that music was a universal way to bring peace and hapiness into the world.</p>
<p>In the spiritual world, next to meditation is music, the breath of music. Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silence is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible. - Sri Chinmoy</p>
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<h2>Guru&#039;s visit to New Zealand</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On the 1989 trip to New Zealand when Guru met our Prime Minister, there were many uncertainties and we spent much of our time in a sea of anxiety. With Guru though, things always seem to work out, and even in the many inadvertent, unscripted moments things still seem to work out. Here is a photograph of Subarata with the famous David Lange cake, our gift to him, the likeness of our Prime Minister etched with great fidelity in the veneer of icing.</p>
<p>Learning that the New Zealand disciples were outside in the main airport &ndash; hopeful of a glimpse of Guru inside in the international lounge &ndash; Guru astonished everyone by picking up the David Lange Prime Ministerial cake and marching out through a no-exit route, effectively entering New Zealand without going through Customs and Immigration and apparently invisible to the authorities.</p>
<p>It was extraordinary. There in broad daylight Guru calmly walked out the wrong way through the entry-only section, carrying the large box and some prasad. In response to our great surprise Guru commented: &ldquo;Where there is heart, always there is a way.&quot;</p>
<p>Then after our excited troupe had taken prasad, Guru walked back into the in-transit lounge, bypassing all officialdom, un-challenged, still surely invisible and with no documentation or processing. We were speechless for days.</p>
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<p>The cake was later forgotten in the Prime Ministerial scramble until Guru said to Subarata, &ldquo;But where is the cake?&quot; Once found and placed reverently in the back of Guru&rsquo;s car, it was nearly sat upon by Subarata in our rushed ride to our next engagement.</p>
<p>Guru praised our PM lavishly, especially his achievement in orchestrating New Zealand&rsquo;s pioneering &ldquo;nuclear-free&quot; legislation in the face of huge opposition. Guru saw that our country&rsquo;s stance would inspire the whole world.</p>
<p>Prior to his meeting with David Lange, Guru went shopping for gifts at a local market and bought hair clips for the visiting girl disciples. The hair clips all had popular western names attached&mdash;Helen, Margaret, Emily and so forth&mdash;and Guru had great fun remembering the original name of each intended recipient.</p>
<p>In a nearby bookstore, Guru enquired of the shop owner the location of a particular title he wanted. The owner did not know where in the shop it was, so Guru placed both hands against a long wall of books, closed his eyes and concentrated for a minute. Then he walked along the aisle and simply pulled out the desired title! Subarata and I were amazed.</p>
<p>Guru also bought me a bright yellow tie with drawings of sheep all over it, and I wore this unconventional appendage at several of our VIP meetings. The tie created a smiling light- heartedness on its various outings, the playful lambs perhaps reminding us that life, after all, is only a game.</p>
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<p>An Indian gentleman who helped arrange our meeting with New Zealand&rsquo;s Prime Minister David Lange requested a private meeting with Guru near the end of this wonderful visit, and Guru kindly agreed. Both Subarata and one of our visiting disciples had noticed that our Indian friend&mdash;a doctor by profession&mdash;was wearing a thinly disguised wig. It was one of those snippets of absolutely useless information that somehow fascinate and arouse a disproportionate amount of interest and humour and charm. The fact was somehow relayed to Guru, and then this trifle quite forgotten.</p>
<p>Guru and the doctor disappeared into a side room for a serious interview, emerging some twenty minutes later looking quite grave. After the doctor had departed, Guru turned to us and confided, &ldquo;You are right. He does have a wig!&quot;</p>
<p>It gave us so much joy to imagine Guru, free to roam in all those higher worlds, examining the good doctor&rsquo;s hair for those tell-tale signs of a toupee.</p>
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<p>In 1989 a one-mile loop around the spacious acres of the Auckland Domain was dedicated as a Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile, and our city mayor, parks authorities and various Olympians and notables came to welcome Guru. The brass band from a local girls&rsquo; school had also been invited to add a little colour to the occasion &ndash; unwisely, as it turned out &ndash; and they belted out a series of strangely incongruous Christmas carols, months away from Christmas and all hugely out of tune. At every apparent lull in the proceedings they would start up again, as though responding to some invisible cue &ndash; we often had to wave our arms at them to stop! As well, one zealous player always ended her efforts with a loud protesting blast on the trombone as if someone had trodden heavily on her toes. The intensity of Guru&rsquo;s presence was mixed with a comical element, as though two different worlds had confusingly come together &ndash; though Guru himself was hugely relaxed, seeming to enjoy this strange <em>m&eacute;lange.</em></p>
<p>Subarata had also invited a clown, another bizarre yet somehow rather endearing oddity, and in all the video footage of this great occasion, there he is in his multi-coloured striped trousers and oversized red shoes, juggling happily or cheek-and-jowl with the mayor or waving at the camera. All of this created an air of informality, a light and spontaneous touch in which Guru himself was complicit. Guru walked and jogged around our newly dedicated Peace-Blossoms mile and organized a spontaneous series of races for the disciples and others present. The mayor demurred, excusing herself from athleticism by pointing to her high-heeled shoes.</p>
<p>I had almost completely lost my voice &ndash; the tax from sleepless nights and stress &ndash; and my opening remarks on this wonderful occasion, little more than a few inaudible, whispered croakings, rivaled the brass band&rsquo;s curious contribution. I invited Guru to speak and he took the microphone as though to do so &ndash; then he simply meditated for quite a long time.</p>
<p>The power and unexpectedness of Guru&rsquo;s long silence, his calm disregard for convention, his absolute spiritual authority and composure and the sudden surprise of his meditation swept everything else away and restored the occasion to what it was meant to be, something momentous and deep and lovely &ndash; for a great Master had just passed through our little world. Later Guru said, &ldquo;My silence is my highest offering.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Over the years Auckland&rsquo;s Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile has witnessed a number of interesting events. Some of our Peace Runs have started here, innumerable races held, and 50-mile tribute runs undertaken to honour some of Guru&rsquo;s achievements. Once Subarata and Bhuvah walked over twenty painful miles on tall stilts in some other commemorative outing.</p>
<p>Our Centre car was also stolen from here, metres from where Guru had stood. Subarata contacted our main national newspaper with an ingenious and true account of her alter-ego life as Cleo the clown and what the loss of her car would mean to doting child audiences and her livelihood, and a sympathetic reporter ran a Front Page story. The endearing photo of Subarata in full clown regalia, looking suitably woeful, made our car too hot to keep for its morally bankrupt new owners and, in a remarkable instance of grace, the car was quickly abandoned, turning up a short while later in a parking lot and none the worse for it all.</p>
<p>In summer, the parklands surrounding our Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile are carpeted with acorns, lovely fields of them spreading away under the deep aerial greens of towering oaks. You can pick them up in handfuls and marvel at how perfect they are, how different each is from any other. A little seasonal miracle. Out jogging one morning I composed a little jubilatory acorn ode in my head&mdash;back home, searching for a pen before I forgot:</p>
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<p>In drifts and banks<br/>
of burnished gold<br/>
they mass, those tawny<br/>
roly-poly nuts<br/>
that crunch and crackle<br/>
underfoot in glades you stroll,<br/>
weaponry in the warrior feuds<br/>
of boys. When pigs<br/>
can fly they&rsquo;ll flock<br/>
squealing into this parkland paradise<br/>
gorge, fossick, glut,<br/>
pig-heaven, utopia of nuts<br/>
hand painted each by autumn&rsquo;s<br/>
lovely brush, a palette<br/>
of browns and bronzes, coppery hues<br/>
hardened in the kiln of sun.<br/>
All night long they tumble down<br/>
rattle and patter, clutter<br/>
my eaves, bounce and clatter<br/>
like playful garden gnomes<br/>
lie winter long<br/>
in the nurseries of my gutters<br/>
and while I sleep<br/>
burst quietly into leaf<br/>
take root in loam<br/>
next spring march out<br/>
reclaim their sylvan dynasty.<br/>
Go forth my leafy legions<br/>
repopulate the barren vales<br/>
those former hills of home.</p>
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<h2>How we met</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Those long ago peregrinations that led to discipleship owe much to a dear and now departed companion, my wife Subarata. I first met Subarata in the mid-1970s in New Zealand, our two lives intersecting in what seemed a chance occurrence in a very random, fortuitous universe.</p>
<p>Irish-born and fiercely independent, she had asked her parents for a one-way ticket to New Zealand as a 20th birthday present, and they had consented – and so it was that I first met her in 1975 in the city of Hamilton. Through chance or fate, she knew somebody that I knew and on this particular day both of us decided to visit this mutual friend. I hitchhiked 400 miles, she had flown 13,000 miles – and when we met on that summer afternoon long ago, in an instant we became friends.</p>
<h2>Beautiful Collision</h2>
<p>There is a song I like called “Beautiful Collision” by a popular New Zealand musician who describes these everyday, arbitrary intersections of lives, the chance encounters, the endless possibilities of life weaving and colliding all around us. The song reminds us of how the little moments of impulse or choice shape our endless tomorrows. If we had lingered here a little longer, started that conversation, said “yes” instead of “no,” perhaps “no” instead of “yes,” taken a chance, placed a bet, passed through that door, smiled in response, made the hard choice… it might all have turned out differently. Subarata was one of the beautiful and fateful collisions that did occur in my life.</p>
<p>She had blue sky in her eyes and questing in her heart, a little wildness in her. I saw that Subarata was a nomad, a wanderer, that we shared the same journey – I knew I had met a kindred spirit. In a shoulder bag she carried Lao Tzu’s mystic teachings, the <em>Tao Te Ching</em> – she had underlined things, words and phrases, grasping at the heart of the book and devouring its wisdom hungrily. She was responding to the same things as I was, searching for her way forward, stumbling through the maze.</p>
<p>There are probably thousands of people out there in this world with whom we share deep similarities of interest and temperament, inner connections and spiritual kinship, people who could have filled our whole lives in the other endless possibilities of existence, the beautiful collisions that might have taken place. Mostly, we never get to know them – but we see them in our meditation classes, meet them on journeys, pass them in any street, our unknown family within the larger human race. Subarata was one of those that I actually met.</p>
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<h2>Animal friends</h2>
<p>Reclusive by nature we lived in remote places, often going for months without seeing anybody. Subarata loved animals – in one mountain hideaway she acquired three pet wild pigs, two beautiful Border Collie dogs called Scruffles and Scobie, a white Palomino horse named Trigger, four nameless and disapproving hens, some zebra finches and a madly eccentric pet lamb called Darley. Goats also lurked, and once a pet fawn – unsnared from a fence – stayed for a brief convalescence. <em>(I wrote a story called <a href="/animal-friends">Animal Friends »</a>)</em></p>
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<h2>A formality</h2>
<p>When Subarata's visa expired the Immigration Department gave her three days to leave New Zealand, so in the small South Island town of Motueka we got married in a registry office. We were both indifferent to marriage, so there was no ring, no flowers – it was as meaningless as signing a bank deposit slip, but it enabled her to stay.</p>
<p>Unseen by us, the simple act of scribbling our careless signatures on a piece of paper heralded a deeper commitment. It was a postscript from some past, the prelude to some future, both a consequence and a beginning in a much greater fabric of time. We were setting forth together on a much greater journey than all of our wanderings of the earth, yet the journey’s beginnings, we felt, lay elsewhere in a faraway time.</p>
<p>We did not bother telling anyone of this formality – it meant nothing to us. Only years later, when the two of us were driving with my parents to a faraway town, I turned to my mother and said, “By the way, did I ever tell you we are married?” My mother, Anne, was astonished, then a little rueful we had not told her earlier. But then she laughed and turned to Subarata the nomad, the gypsy, with a great smile, hugged her and said, “You are a brave girl to marry my son, and I love you for it!” My mother loved us too much to be upset for long.</p>
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<h2>The Past is Dust</h2>
<p>In the sweet long-ago we tried many jobs – fruit-picker, security van driver, hotel domestic, arborist, back-country farm manager, labourer, demolition worker, secretary, bogus night auditor, bored ministerial speechwriter, river rafting guide, baker’s assistant, landscaper, geological mapper – and those rootless years were littered with abandoned careers. I had a talent for writing glowing personal testimonials about ourselves, fake references and employment histories too good to see us turned away, and work came easily.</p>
<p>For two seasons we chased the blue skies of summer, picking fruit up and down New Zealand, our clothes stained with the red blood of raspberries, the purple of blueberries, yellow juice of pears and peach, green sap of crushed leaves. We lived in a hired caravan, worked from dawn’s fading stars till dusk’s darkening skies, the green globes of apples and other fruits melting back into the orchards’ deepening shadows. When that wandering feeling came, we simply moved on, stopped at road junctions and tossed a coin – north, west, east?</p>
<p>One by one we were discarding all the usual choices of life, the hypnotic lies of material happiness, like a tick-sheet of unwanted possibilities and selves: not this, not this; no, not that. We took refuge in constant change, as though discoveries would be made and happiness found simply through perpetual motion. Restlessness, a sense of relentless questing, ran like a strong undercurrent through our lives. The future was open-ended, the blank slate of tomorrows held no certainties – whimsy, chance or the murky nudgings of fate would decide.</p>
<p>Years later, we sat with our Guru - Sri Chinmoy - in a restaurant on Auckland’s Ponsonby Road, and he asked us a little about the bygone years. Guru somehow knew a little of my own regrettable past, the safari and hunting days, and he asked what animals I had eaten!</p>
<p>Before I could go into any awkward detail, Guru now mentioned all of the furred and feathered things <em>he</em> had once eaten – the fish, birds, animals of his childhood. Then he looked at Subarata and, with a lovely smile, confided to her, “Once I even ate some pigeon.” Before she received her soul’s name, Subarata’s name had been Pidgeon Cunningham! Guru remembered very well, enjoying this little ambiguity.</p>
<p>For me, Guru’s knowledge of my past unburdened me of remorse and karmic wonderings. That door was now firmly closed and the past now truly dust, even if there was a lot of it. When Guru and God – are they not perhaps the same? – came into our lives and tapped us on the shoulder, we saw that everything else had been a readying, a preparation for discipleship. One kind of freedom had been replaced by the possibility of another, the great freedom of God-discovery.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/one-way-ticket">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Most of the stories in this collection recount moments and memories from the life of Guru’s disciple Subarata, who left this world in March of 2000 after a sad illness. Time often mythologises and sanctifies the lives of the departed, but in spite of her human foibles – her quick emotions and puzzling quirkiness, her famous candour, her humour and sometimes her melancholy – Subarata touched and enriched all of our lives in an overwhelmingly positive way. And the essence of the soul, that memorable, unique beauty, finally stands above and apart from the human cloak of personality to deserve our smiling praise and fond reminiscing.</p>
<p>Mythology might offer a truer summation of people and events after all, a capturing of some essence like a field of grapes distilled into a bottle of wine; or the painting of a golden summer, the canvas splashed with bright memorial colours without attempting the scribble of trees or clear definitions of landscape; or the perfume left in a room after the guests have all departed.</p>
<p>For the most part these stories and memories have been prompted by very random events – a photograph, a chance remark, reminiscing with friends or sudden “Oh! Yes!” recollections. I have tried to keep a light touch and a little humour wherever possible as well, so that these anecdotes from her life are also happy ones.</p>
<p> Guru always reminded us that the past is dust, so I wonder a little at these gathered stories – why bother, why this peering back over our shoulder? I really don’t know, but perhaps if you smile a little here and there it might be enough.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/subaratas-book">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>10-Day Race: Staring into the Infinite</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Not as in a flash of light, but like the dawning sun, I gradually came to realise I should embark on a journey into the unknown. A journey to discover myself and much of Grace.</p>
<p>Inspired by fellow students of Sri Chinmoy, this writer of yours has then been compelled from within to take part on the <a href="https://us.srichinmoyraces.org/events/6-10-day-race">Self-Transcendence 10-Day Race</a>.</p>
<p>That means actual 10 days of running, really. (of course you can rest, but otherwise you are running around the clock.)</p>
<p>The race goes on since the 1980's, but somehow it passed by me unnoticed in its essence for years. It is like as if I was not yet ready inwardly to grasp what does such a race and its experiences stand for. But there comes a time for everything, it is said.</p>
<p>The first preparation and also the first glimpse that made me believe I *might* be able to finish a 10 day race was a <a href="http://patanga.srichinmoycentre.org/ultramaratonas-meditacao-e-vida-espiritual">47-mile race</a>. In short, it made me aware that something inside me, maybe my soul, had more capacity than I had imagined. Actually, before that I used to count only on my body, vital and mind's capacities. This was a rebirth of sorts.</p>
<p>Months passed - I dreamt and woke up all about the race - and there I was, at the starting line on April 17th, noon. Staring into the infinite.</p>
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Day 1</h4>
<p>The first day was smooth sailing. Nice sunny weather, many fresh runners speeding through the 1-mile loop. No problems, no serious pains. After a few hours I could already feel very happy as usual from a long run. Everything seems beautiful and good humour abounds.</p>
<p>The first night was also fine and I decided to sleep properly in my first race. Considering my past, I had no idea what would happen after many days if I was short on sleep.</p>
<p>The day ended at noon and I completed 57 miles easily, with little - if any - walking.</p>
<p>I had brought some poems for the race. I am assigning here one for each day. Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"My forward march<br/>
Shall be tireless<br/>
And endless."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 2</h4>
<p>Day 2 started at noon. I was feeling a little sore, but still okay to run. It was then that I had my first very nice experience.</p>
<p>Everytime you go through the lap, the counters shout your name and how many miles you have. So I got 60, 61, 62. After 62, the counters changed (new shift) and on the next lap they shouted "Patanga, 61!". I thought they were out of date, so I just waited for the next lap. "Patanga, 62". So I went to the race director, who was doing counting too, and mentioned it to him, the two missing laps. He said "the computer says 62". I was fine with that anyway, and told him not to bother. I was not there for the miles, but for the running.</p>
<p>However, I noticed in my mind there started some kind of revolt. Part of me would say it's okay, I don¥t need the laps, I just want to run. Another part would say they are wrong, they forgot, this and that. It is very easy for you to guess that one voice would give me peace of mind, and the other would make me sad and irritated. I just tried to convince the nasty mind that it was really ok, that it should not look into negative things. But it was a tug-of-war. Now and then it would bring the subject up, and I would try to clear it up: "I'm not here for the miles, I am here to be happy and live in the heart". But it would come up again and again.</p>
<p>After so much trying, maybe an hour later, I had the experience. It was not like I was still trying to convince my mind. It was more as if something higher and more powerful took over, and suddenly all my being resonated: "I am just so happy to be here. Thank you, Guru, thank you for accepting me as your disciple, thank you for letting me join this race, thank you for teaching me how to be more patient, humble and grateful. Thank you". And that was the end of that part of my mind. Surrendered to a higher light. Gone. One veil of ignorance was lifted from the mind.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"God counts<br/>
Each and every<br/>
Gratitude-heartbeat<br/>
Of mine."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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<p>During the day I also talked a bit with Padyatra Komac, from Slovakia. He told me how he got inspired to do this race (and he did it many, many times), and I would like to share it here.</p>
<p>There was a russian lady who came to do the 6 day race. Padyatra was helping at the race, counting. From the looks, she was not athletic at all, and to him she seemed to be suffering so much. She finished the race. Next year he was again counting laps for runners and was surprised to see her not only back, but back for the 10 day race - 4 days more! Padryatra realised that there something more that made her come back and do even more, that there was some hidden reality which he could not grasp just by watching the race. So on the next year, he came as a runner. Beautiful story.</p>
<p>The next experience on day 2 was going to bed at night, at about 11 pm. I was physically shattered, walking stifflegged, with pain all over. I could not move well inside my tent. I remember so vividly thinking "10 days is too much. I won¥t be able to finish it. I am not meant for this."</p>
<p>If you look at my thoughts, you can clearly see that they belong to a negative mind sphere. They are only trying to destroy, to take away joy. It was another layer of the mind which was coming to the fore - needless to say, to be transformed.</p>
<p>I just went to sleep and then on the next day I would see how I felt.</p>
<p>I got up and did some walking and running. I had quite a number of pains here and there. In particular I could feel the start of the shin splints on both legs, and a quite severe pain on the right knee. I could hardly walk at some points.</p>
<p>Day 2 ended at noon. I went for a little rest to see if things would get a little better.</p>
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Day 3</h4>
<p>Experienced runners told me that in 2-3 days the body gets adapted and we start to feel better. I was looking forward to this promised adaptation to finally take place!</p>
<p>In particular, I asked Usika - very expericenced austrian runner, who even won the 10 day race years ago - about my right knee. It became red and swollen on the side. He said that that kind of pain is not dangerous (it just hurts, but usually won¥t become an actual injury), and that it usually goes away on itself, after 2 or 3 days - like as if the muscle gets tired of pulling after so many days and then releases. I was in dismay. Should I have to withstand this pain that would hardly let me walk for 1 or 2 full days more? He suggested streching, which helped a little, but not much.</p>
<p>I had heard the voice before, but did not pay much attention. I had with me a homeopathic kit and thought of looking for something suitable. I found it. I took the remedy (Bryonia Alba in that case) and rested for some 5 minutes. As I started to walk back on course, I could feel it a little better. I even ran half of the lap. Next lap, I was not walking anymore! By the third lap, I was running free again! Of course there was still pain, but it was not so incapacitating.</p>
<p>And by the way, most pains never went away completely, in my case. They only reduce to different and variable levels. And, like them, they teach us never to stop, never to give up, no matter what!</p>
<p>Usika Muckenhummer and I became good friends during the race. He had so much experience to share with me, and we often shared a joke in moments of physical or emotional distress. I found it so interesting that my name Patanga means "A rishi who was part author of the Rig Veda", and that Usika means "a hermit from the Rig Veda"! It seems these two ancient characters met again in a new epic!</p>
<p>On the third night I already felt a little better. Next day, even though it seemed I would not be able to move after getting up, once I took a warm up lap, I was not so bad. It was also on this morning which I last felt the symptoms of some chronic problems I have been experiencing for quite a few years. On the next days they didn¥t come. It seems the race was curing the body.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"Doubt and division<br/>
Are signs<br/>
Of inner insecurity.""<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 4</h4>
<p>There was definitely some adaptation becoming established. At night, I could move again almost freely on my tent. In the morning, there was much less foot pain and swelling on walking, and even less after warming up.</p>
<p>The mind was very simple. It was almost impossible to look at the results board to see how people were doing. It was just a bunch of numbers, and hard to read. At the same time, there was an immense clarity. I could clearly see what was needed and what was not. I only had good and progressive thoughts. Doing maths, converting miles to km, etc, was just impossible. It was some kind of aestheticism - I could see beauty, but not add numbers. I could ony stay on the now and important.</p>
<p>I remember one evening being inside the kitchen. A woman runner was about to get something from the food table, but the cook came, took it out and started explaining something to her - like it was old, being replaced, etc. While the cook had her speech, the girl just looked at her and smiled like a little child who does not understand what misterious language she was talking. Once the cook finished doing what she needed, the runner just took what she wanted and went away smiling. She seemed to be simply in another space than the cook, and was oblivious of anything complex going on in the food table. Such a childlike state!</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"To love God in His own Way<br/>
We must go beyond desire-awards<br/>
And desire-rewards."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 5</h4>
<p>Day 5 was a grand day. I was feeling much better physically, extremely happy and grateful, and just wonderful. Even better, the 6 day runners started their journey on this very day!</p>
<p>I finshed one lap just in time to see their start. As Sahishnu, the race director called each runner, they would run to the starting line. Now, after running four days, this had a special meaning for me. It was like seeing many divine adventurers reporting for duty on to an expedition into unknown lands of outer peril and inner treasures. I was so proud of them, and so happy too!</p>
<p>It was a great running day. Many fresh runners, new people to see and the beautiful sun made the day.</p>
<p>Of major problems (of course you get some every day), I had a left knee (started to come up soon after the right knee got better) that also was starting to impede me to run. Homeopathic Causticum seemed to improve it slowly and steadily. In a few hours I was running ok. And I really enjoyed running this and all following days.</p>
<p>This day I had a professional recovery massage by Mario from Colombia. I felt renewed!</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"Do not try to fulfil the desires<br/>
Of each and every human being -<br/>
You are bound to fail.<br/>
Just fulfil God¥s only desire -<br/>
Your own perfection."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 6</h4>
<p>This too was a great day! I was running quite freely. I even changed to super light shoes with almost no cushioning. They just felt right. I even did some fast laps - like on a roller coaster, you go up slowly and then suddenly you go very fast and have lots of fun! That¥s how it felt to run on this day.</p>
<p>It was also on this day, as I looked to the gardens, the birds, squirrels, grass, the asphalt, the blue sky and the lake, that I really felt I was in heaven.</p>
<p>It felt like a beautiful and very pure garden, some kind of Elysium before the very gates of Heaven, overlooking the Golden Shore of the Beyond. Ah, that was something. And the experience is still inside me. I can remember it, feel it. "The kingdom of heaven is within you."</p>
<p>On the physical plane, I was swelling in general - feet, knees, ankles - but not really hurting.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"God will come down<br/>
As your Saviour -<br/>
You just go on loving Him<br/>
All the time."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 7</h4>
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Towards noon of day 6, I was developing some more severe variety of shin splint. I could not run, and walking only made it worse. I tried to walk one lap stiff legged, but it kept getting worse, and I even regretted doing the extra lap. There is no outer remedy to shin splints. I tried stretching, resting, homeopathic. It only got worse.</p>
<p>I decided to go and rest a little, since there was not much else to do. I entered my tent and started praying; "Guru, if you want me to run or walk, please make it better or take it away." And the prayer was changing as I would feel more oneness: "I do not know if I have done something wrong, if this is just an experience, but anyway I am grateful. I am grateful for being here, grateful for the pains, for everything. Please do whatever you like, and I will try to be happy with it." Then I tried to sleep for 15 minutes.</p>
<p>When I woke up, still in bed, I tried to see how the shin felt by moving my right foot. Ack. The pain was there still. I did not move much - I did not want to really test it completely. I just wanted to believe it was gone.</p>
<p>I came out of the tent into the course, all the time trying to avoiding moving the foot. Then, once on the track, it was inevitable. And the pain was almost the same. I started walking, which only increased it, as usual in shin splints. I tried all sorts of walking, but nothing worked well. At one point I got this inspiration to brave it - run on it, even if it was too painful. And it was really painful to run. But what happened is that, after a few metres, the gradually increasing pain started to decrease. After a few laps, I could run again! (But not walk). So that was quite good. I spend quite a while running even between my tent and the toilets, as walking was risky.</p>
<p>Later this afternoon also I was running quite fast. Very nice experience.</p>
<p>In the evening Smarana was telling us about the Mahabharata stories, and we had much fun running/walking/discussing ridiculously small details of the epic battles of yore.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"Each time I fulfil God<br/>
In His own Way,<br/>
God says to me:<br/>
'You will never be able to know<br/>
How dearly I treasure you'."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 8</h4>
<p>As I was getting stronger every day, in this evening I could run properly. So I ran and also walked more than usual in the nights.</p>
<p>I felt just so innocent. I went to bed at night and started laughing from something of the past. It was such an innocent laughter!</p>
<p>Also, the clothes used for running did not smell. I would use some shirts for more than two days and still they would not smell of sweat. There was some purification of the body, it seems.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"The inner world<br/>
Needs<br/>
The fragrance of peace."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 9</h4>
<p>Day 9 we had the ice cream truck coming to the course again. I invited so many runners as I had money with me. Shamita said she was looking for ice cream already that day, and Martin was doing his 600th lap right then, and he took it as "celebratory ice cream"! So nice it was to have the runners enjoying ice cream!</p>
<p>Physical problem of the day was feeling the knee loosen up - like as if it was going to give. I was slightly worried, but at this point of the race nothing seemed to make me really worried. Homeopathic Natrum Muriaticum came to help. Anyway, just keep running with the knee slightly bent.</p>
<p>Poem for the day was:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"Only fearless messengers<br/>
Of God<br/>
Can work for the betterment<br/>
Of the world."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Day 10</h4>
<p>On day 10, the race changed. There was no tension, just happiness. Pizza for dinner and my best day all in all.</p>
<p>The hard part was realizing that the race will be over. I would gladly go on a few days more.</p>
<p>It was really beautiful to see my friend Nirbhasa doing 1000km (622 miles). I ran some fast laps at his pace in oneness. Lovely experience.</p>
<p>The difficulty was in the late evening. I had a short lived but extremely severe shin splint. It felt as if a very broad knife was inserted on the leg, along the shin, and you walk and run while it cuts further into you. I just went to bed after my hardest and most painful lap (I almost couldn't walk 20 metres to my tent - had to wait a few minutes before trying to walk these few steps more). Woke up really fine next day.</p>
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Poem for the day was:</p>
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<p>"The heart enjoys long strides<br/>
In the spiritual life<br/>
All the time."<br/>
- Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50"> Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50</a></p>
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Aftermath</h4>
<p><br/>
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<p>People often ask: "From where to where do you go?" But considering we run inside a 1-mile loop all the time and finish in the exact same place where we started, the most appropriate answer is "Deeper inside." And that is quite a journey.</p>
<p>I finished with 365 miles or 570km, good enough for last place. Next year I will try to use more intensity all-around.</p>
<p>Would I do it again? Absolutely, <strong>YES</strong>! It will be a hard wait until next April! One of the best experiences of my life.</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/10-day-race-570km-infinite">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Of Heaven and Hell</h2><div class="field-item"><p>On my last day of celebrations, I saw a play entitled &#39;Heaven and hell&#39;. It was&nbsp;mainly an opportunity for jokes about getting into heaven or not. For example:<br/>
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&quot;&hellip; A lawyer was asked by Saint Peter what good deeds he had done on earth. The&nbsp;lawyer thought for a considerable time and remembered the occasion, several&nbsp;years ago, when he had given a quarter to an old blind man.<br/>
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St Peter consulted with the angels for a while, and it was decided the lawyer&nbsp;would be refunded his 25 cents and sent over to hell....&quot;<br/>
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It was funnier if you can imagine Abakash dressed up as an old bearded Rabbi,&nbsp;delivering these words with great timing and aplomb.<br/>
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After a series of droll jokes about St Peter, Pinnochio and being married to the&nbsp;devil&#39;s sister, the play also gave a more serious reminder of Guru&#39;s philosophy<br/>
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&quot;&hellip;But again, where is Heaven? Heaven is not just a place where we go afterdeath. We go to Heaven and hell every day. Heaven and hell are states of&nbsp;consciousness. In the perfection of the mind, in the peace of the mind, Heaven&nbsp;abides. In the frustration of the mind, in the depression of the mind, hell<br/>
lives. Every day we experience Heaven and hell in our lives. Frustration,&nbsp;depression, insecurity, worry, doubt, fear, anxiety and jealousy all make us<br/>
live in hell. Security, beauty, joy, peace, light and love all allow us to dwell&nbsp;in Heaven at every moment&hellip;&quot;<br/>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/entertainment-versus-enlightenment/heaven-and-h\ ell">Heaven and Hell</a> at Sri Chinmoy Library<br/>
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My flight home, that last evening, was delayed from 11pm to 5am. So I had an&nbsp;extra six hours in JFK airport, complete with loud cheesy elevator music,<br/>
unavoidable 24 hour news coverage and uncomfortable chairs not designed for&nbsp;sleeping on. If nothing else, I decided that if do make it to heaven, I really<br/>
hope it doesn&#39;t resemble JFK terminal 7 departure lounge&hellip;<br/>
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Essentially heaven and hell is a state of mind, but, still, some places make it&nbsp;easier to be in a good consciousness than others, and airports are not one of<br/>
them!<br/>
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If 14 years ago, someone had asked me where heaven on earth may be found, I&nbsp;would never have imagined Queens, New York would be anywhere near the top of my&nbsp;list. But, after 14 years of following Sri Chinmoy&#39;s path, I look forward to our&nbsp;spiritual celebrations as the highlight of the year.<br/>
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As you approach Aspiration-Ground, apart from the odd tree in bloom, the&nbsp;environment is dominated by speeding cars, cheap and cheerful 99 cent stores,<br/>
and a predominance of concrete - (with no civilised cycle lanes I would want in&nbsp;my model city.) But, when you sit down to meditate in our sacred meeting place,&nbsp;the external location soon becomes irrelevant. Even fire engines sirens and the&nbsp;stream of traffic can&#39;t infiltrate the aura of peace and serenity which permeate&nbsp;the atmosphere. Even if your mind has its usual stream of useless thoughts, the&nbsp;beauty and sacredness of this divine environment bring your heart to the fore&nbsp;and gives that valuable sense of a spiritual connection - a spiritual feeling&nbsp;that can be all too easily lost in the maelstrom of ordinary life.<br/>
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It is in places and times like this, that the pull of the world loses its&nbsp;appeal; what can really compare with the inner fulfilment and peace of<br/>
meditation?<br/>
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Meditating at Aspiration Ground is like enjoying a downhill bike ride. There&#39;s&nbsp;some unseen force which gives a spiritual push to even the most un-cooperative<br/>
mind.<br/>
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Back home in the UK, in salubrious surroundings, I sometimes struggle to be&nbsp;awake and alert early in the morning. But, here in NY, it seems almost<br/>
effortless to get up from 5am, and wander down to the court. 5- 6am is not quite&nbsp;&#39;Brahma muhurta&#39; (3am), but it is undoubtedly special, the soft light of the<br/>
rising sun giving a wonderful backdrop to the inner silence. It is the perfect&nbsp;start to the day, a glimpse of heaven in uptown New York.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy&#39;s philosophy is to combine the peace of silence, with a purposeful&nbsp;dynamism. In this spirit, during celebrations, there was a Songs of the Soul<br/>
concert in Manhattan, with many music groups offering a soulful and joyful&nbsp;interpretation of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s music. I really enjoyed the concert, the music<br/>
of Sri Chinmoy has an undoubted capacity to uplift the spirit. In particular, it&nbsp;is worth mentioning the finale to the concert. A group of local New York<br/>
disciples, performing an arrangement of &#39;Twenty First Century&#39; led by Paree. It&nbsp;was remarkable how well practised this diverse group of amateur musicians were.<br/>
The song soared and energised, finishing in a rousing and soulful finale. I&nbsp;don&#39;t think there was anyone in the audience unaffected by the infectious<br/>
dynamism and hope that the song, words and arrangement offered.<br/>
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I&#39;m not sure what heaven on earth looks like, but to see the general public&nbsp;streaming out of the concert hall with such inspiration and appreciation, must<br/>
be a start.<br/>
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As I stayed to the end of celebrations, I was also able to see a 10 day race in&nbsp;progress for the first time. For many years, I&#39;ve followed these epic endurance<br/>
races from the safe distance of a computer in a far away land. But, here was a&nbsp;chance to see the runners in motion.<br/>
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Running continuously around a 1 mile circuit for 10 days on end, may not be the&nbsp;most obvious route to heaven. But, it was touching to be in direct connection<br/>
with this race, with such an unassuming intensity and energy. I&#39;m sure the&nbsp;runners will have both glimpses of heaven, and moments of hell in their epic 10<br/>
days of transcendence.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy&#39;s philosophy was always about movement, dynamism and transcendence;&nbsp;to experience the highest, we can&#39;t just stand still. To the runners on their&nbsp;epic quest, I can only think of the immortal words from the Upanishads &#39;The soul&nbsp;cannot be won by the weakling.&#39;<br/>
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What is heaven and what is hell? I still don&#39;t really know. But, I would happily&nbsp;incur the inconvenience of waiting in an airport for six hours - in return for<br/>
those precious moments of peace.<br/>
~<br/>
April 2013<br/>
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<h2>A real living Master</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Upasevanam and Mahanidhi</strong><br/>
<em>Milan, Italy</em></p>
<p><img alt="mahanidhi-e-upasevanam-small.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/mahanidhi-e-upasevanam-small.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Everything started in 2000. We were searching for something different but we didn’t know exactly what. My husband, Mahanidhi, had secretly been thinking about starting meditation. For me, beginning to meditate was like a "brick falling on my head." From morning to night, nothing else had any importance. Something had happened inside of us, but we didn’t know what we should do.<br/>
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At that time I worked near a spiritual/esoteric bookshop, and every day I brought home two or three books. We spent hours and hours greedily reading them. In the meantime we were going to free meditation sessions in the same bookshop. It was nice but quite static, boring. It didn’t take us anywhere.</p>
<p>Our dissatisfaction was growing. We wanted a real Master, a living top-class Master. I used to cry every day because I was not born in the era of the Buddha, a real Master. Instead I was living in a period that was empty of living great Masters. Our life was bitter and it seemed hard to keep going.<br/>
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We decided to move and change our life. We tried to find a spiritual community under the inner guidance of an ancient Master and work for our spiritual improvement. Every weekend we went here and there, but no spiritual community really touched our hearts. We visited all the most inspiring spiritual places in Italy, from north to south.<br/>
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We were very tired and discouraged, but finally felt that our only possibilities were Auroville in India and a nice community in Scotland. We chose India because we felt some hope that we could find a living Master there. If this was impossible, we could decide to remain in Auroville, as Sri Aurobindo had been such a great Master.<br/>
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In the meantime, we found a free meditation class by a student of Sri Chinmoy. The teacher in charge spoke about Guru, but we didn’t understand well who he really was. We thought he was a simple yogi. Plus, he was living in New York – so far away and such an unspiritual place! So we didn’t give much importance to that class; India was in our minds, as we felt our real Master was surely there! We had given our applications to be Sri Chinmoy’s disciples, but in our hearts we were thinking we would definitely move to India.<br/>
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The classgiver told us that Sri Chinmoy would probably be in Pondicherry during that period. The place where he stayed with his brothers and sisters was very close to Auroville. We thought it could be nice to meet him there. I left my job and Mahanidhi took two months’ holiday.<br/>
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In Auroville we found many nice seekers, but no one who could advise us about a "real Master." We decided to go to the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. Sri Chinmoy would surely be there. When we asked the man who checked our shoes in the garden of the Ashram about Sri Chinmoy, he was very happy to know that Sri Chinmoy was coming. He said: "I am a friend of Sri Chinmoy," and insisted on sending us to the office, where a man could give us the address of Sri Chinmoy’s brother. Sri Chinmoy could be at his brother’s home. We didn’t want to disturb anyone but this man insisted.<br/>
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So Mahanidhi stayed in the garden, and I entered the Ashram office and asked for the person in charge. I found him and told him that Sri Chinmoy was coming. He was happy and wrote down the telephone number of Mantu, Sri Chinmoy’s brother. I didn’t want to telephone and disturb him, but he insisted and insisted many times. He also explained how to reach Mantu’s house. So I thanked him and left.<br/>
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When we reached Auroville, we didn’t call for two days. After that we decided to ask if Sri Chinmoy was there or not. Mahanidhi called. Mantu answered.<br/>
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"Hello. I took a Sri Chinmoy meditation class in Italy. I know that Sri Chinmoy might be there. Can we come there?"<br/>
"Come, Come!"<br/>
"But…is Sri Chinmoy there?"<br/>
"Come, Come!"  <br/>
Mantu would not tell us that Guru was not there; he wanted just to receive us.<br/>
"But when?"  <br/>
"Whenever you want!"<br/>
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We waited two more days before deciding to go. Two other Italian seekers we came to know in Auroville wanted to join us, as well as the boy who connects Italy to Auroville. He was very enthusiastic. He told us: "Sri Chinmoy? Oh, he is an Avatar! Such good fortune to meet him!"<br/>
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"Chinmoy" was written clearly on the wall next to the entrance door. Mahanidhi looked inside. From the door he could see Mantu seated at the end of the hallway. Mantu looked at him and beckoned to him to come in.</p>
<p>We went in and met him. He was very happy and radiant. He started to speak about Guru, showing us pictures everywhere and talking rapidly in good English. His enthusiasm was like a little child speaking about his great father. He was Guru’s best admirer. He was very happy to speak about Guru with a pride that never diminished. He told us that Guru was not there because he was actually with President Gorbachev. We listened to many things about Guru’s past and present, but our English was not very good, so we did not understand everything. A kind woman served us food and drinks.<br/>
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After showing us all the rooms, Mantu asked us to meditate in the meditation room on the first floor, but we were ashamed to disturb such a sacred place. He insisted and insisted, so we finally agreed. We meditated in a small nice room. We received prasad, and then we thanked Mantu and gratefully left. Mantu and the woman who served us were incredibly kind.<br/>
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Still we couldn’t clearly understand who Guru really was. We didn’t realise that opportunity was knocking at our door in our city at that very moment. We decided to find our Indian living Master outside Auroville. For the last two weeks of our trip, we visited several ashrams, but nothing grew in our hearts. Plus, we were quite frustrated because the time for returning home was fast approaching, and we had not found our Master! We had been accepted on Guru’s path two weeks earlier, but we did not know while we were in India.<br/>
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On the last day of our journey, I was very sad because we had to go back to Italy without a Master. Mahanidhi tried to console me. That day, we had a final darshan in the last ashram. Then, something strange happened: flowing inside me, I felt quite a strong desire to return to Italy. The day of our departure happened to be April 13th, but we didn’t yet know anything about this special day, when Guru came to the West from India.<br/>
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Just as we set our luggage on the floor of our home in Milano, the telephone rang. We were informed that our first real meeting as Guru’s disciples would be that very evening.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/real-master">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>God, Truth, Beauty and Guru</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Sharani Robins</strong><br/>
<em>East Providence, United States</em></p>
<p><img alt="Sharani" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/img_0878.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I came to Sri Chinmoy's path at the age of 25 after taking a weekend session of meditation classes held at Harvard University in 1985. In some respects, no one was more surprised than I to embark on an inner journey as a disciple of Guru. During my youth and early adulthood, I had a secular approach to life – even considering myself an atheist for a brief period of time. I did seek a sense of greater meaning in life but looked mostly to politics to try to find fulfilment. I participated in numerous social change movements – everything from socialism to radical feminism to serving as a town meeting member in local town government. Social activism meant a lot to me and I played a leadership role with students and faculty during the nascent stages of women’s studies at the school where I began college.<br/>
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Then I transferred to a school well-known for various progressive departments and majored in women’s studies, which was already well-established in the curriculum. However, the more causes I volunteered for, the more I found myself discouraged that the liberal groups working for change (including me personally) seemed to mirror in a microcosm the very problems in society that we wished to see transformed.<br/>
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After college, I worked as a typesetter at a weekly newspaper and enjoyed the job until the paper went out of business. This led me to move to Boston. By the time I moved into an apartment with a friend I knew from college, I had switched my main focus to education and career as a possible alternative to find deeper meaning in life. I was attending graduate school part-time to get a master’s degree in library science and I was working full-time at a library at the prestigious Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I tried to play the part of the highpowered career woman and found my studies and job fairly challenging and interesting. Yet when I tuned in beneath the surface, I felt this ringing hollow inside as a raison d’être.<br/>
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I was also at a watershed in my personal relationships and did not feel inclined to marry and have children with my now long-distance boyfriend, who had moved to Connecticut to take a job as a union organizer. It never occurred to me that there might be other places to look in my search for meaning. Spirituality had to land in my lap for me to consider it.<br/>
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That friend from college whom I moved in with had first exposed me to Guru while we were in college. Whenever we travelled as a group of friends on some adventure to Cape Cod or environs, she always started her day by meditating on a photo of Sri Chinmoy. I found it odd at the time, but we never even discussed spirituality because I had no interest in it. Nevertheless, looking back on it now, this was when I first learned of Guru.<br/>
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Then she began attending Boston Sri Chinmoy Centre meetings while we lived together and eventually she encouraged me to attend a free meditation weekend workshop being offered at Harvard on a Saturday and Sunday by a visiting lecturer who had come to town. I felt I had too much homework to do and did not plan on going. However, the night before the workshop I had a dream that I was meant to attend the workshop and that the person who was teaching it sat across from me and we had this long and meaningful telepathic conversation. We bonded without saying a word and I felt so appreciated, understood and supported by this person. Without words, we were discussing my background as an organist and how it felt to be a dedicated, accomplished musician. I was kind of fascinated by the dream when I awoke because I am not a musician and have never played the organ. This dream convinced me to attend at least part of the workshop.<br/>
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To my astonishment, the person teaching the workshop was the exact same person who had appeared in my dream the night before. I often had premonitory dreams, so I took this as a sign that I was really meant to come to the weekend workshop. Despite this experience, I stayed for only a small portion of the day’s events. Then, when I went back on Sunday, I missed much of what happened on that day but arrived when the class was meditating on Sri Chinmoy's photograph. I felt something quite powerful inside during that meditation which made me feel I should keep exploring more about this meditation group.<br/>
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I started attending meetings without yet sending in my photo and application to become a student of Sri Chinmoy. Through my roommate, I knew details about the lifestyle and felt uncertain about vegetarianism, the whole notion of being on a spiritual path and leading a pure life. I kept coming back to the dream and the way I felt something special while meditating on Sri Chinmoy's photograph for the first time, so I agreed to join my roommate and attend a public Peace Concert by Sri Chinmoy offered in New York City during April Celebrations. I often travelled to New York already, so it seemed simple enough to go there for the concert.<br/>
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My first time seeing Guru continued this theme for me of accidental spirituality. I found the whole atmosphere of the audience and the concert to be too unfamiliar and unusual for my taste but even as I resisted the experience, I realised that there was a part of me that was actually meditating and that I also felt something special and powerful. I prided myself on trying to be open-minded, so I felt that it was important that I not ignore that underneath the turmoil I felt at the concert, something special had also touched me inside.<br/>
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After returning to Boston, I kept attending Sri Chinmoy Centre meetings, since my roommate belonged, and I mostly just kept focusing my life on school and work. Then the Centre leader, Begabati, announced one evening that Sri Chinmoy requested seekers to formally apply to become students if they wished to attend Centre meetings. I went out for pizza afterwards with another girl who had kept coming since the Harvard meditation workshop in February. We discussed whether or not to apply to become Sri Chinmoy’s disciples, and her light-hearted comedian personality served as an antidote to my ultra-serious nature. With a smile, she said she felt uncertain about joining but that the food was good, so why not give it a try? Begabati had a health food store in Boston and she would often serve delicious vegetarian food at the classes and meetings. The lighthearted approach of this girl from the same workshop made me laugh and I thought to myself that it wasn’t so necessary to agonise about knowing if this was IT. Why not just try it out for six months and decide then how it felt to have a Guru?<br/>
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Well, that six month-experiment turned into 24 years, and I remain profoundly grateful to Guru for showing me that spirituality existed as a source for life’s purpose and meaning instead of just politics, job or family. I finished graduate school while a disciple and slowly unfolded into a true appreciation and yearning for God, Truth, Beauty and Guru – all intermingled as one and the same in my journey as a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/sharani">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The perfect hobby</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Shirini Z&ouml;chling </strong><br/>
<em>Vienna, Austria</em></p>
<p>My name is Shirini. I am 73 years old and have been retired for many years. I have been a student of Sri Chinmoy for 14 years. How it happened that I started a new life near the age of 60 and decided to follow a spiritual path, I will tell you now&hellip;<br/>
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I was a bank employee, but when I retired I started looking for a new hobby. I wasn&rsquo;t sure what exactly I was looking for, but I knew that it had to be something fulfilling. The courses at the adult learning centre did not satisfy me, so I kept searching until I saw a poster that attracted me. All of a sudden, it became incredibly important to me to attend this lecture about Yoga &amp; Meditation. Even though I was raised Roman Catholic and felt close to Christ all my life, I went without any prejudice to this lecture.<br/>
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There, I flipped through a book by Sri Chinmoy and thought: &quot;These are words just like from the Bible.&quot; I became curious to know more about it, so I attended the follow-up classes as well. Above all, I was inspired by the music, although I myself am not a musical person. Spiritual music in particular deeply touches my soul. Through the music, I found an approach to Sri Chinmoy and decided after a while to become his student, to accept him as my meditation teacher, my Guru, and was also accepted by him. The people around me were sceptical at first &ndash; one hears quite a bit about sects and so on &ndash; but I never doubted for even a second that Sri Chinmoy is a true Master. It was clear to me. It was the perfect &quot;hobby&quot; &ndash; something I had unknowingly been looking for all my life.<br/>
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Nevertheless it was initially hard to find my place in the Centre, because my mind had a lot of doubts. There were many young people in the Centre and I thought: I don&rsquo;t belong there, I am too old, I don&rsquo;t speak English, and New York, where the Master lived, also seemed quite scary&hellip; I was constantly afraid at first, but I tried to overcome my fears because I felt that I belonged there, even though my outer existence and my mind were having trouble adjusting to it. I also realised that all these problems were my own and not anybody else&rsquo;s.<br/>
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When the time finally came to fly to New York for the first time to see Sri Chinmoy, I arrived at the airport in New York and felt at home. This feeling I still have today, and all my fears were dissolved little by little.<br/>
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My whole life I had a strong connection to Christ, and therefore it seemed to me in the beginning that it was a sort of betrayal to all of a sudden accept an Indian Guru. I prayed to Christ: &quot;Please lead me into my Guru&rsquo;s heart.&quot; I felt Christ&rsquo;s approval and his guidance on my new path. Christ never disappeared from my life, and today I love Christ the same way as before. Intuitively I felt: Sri Chinmoy is for me the link and the path to God. When I read the Bible now, I feel that I am finding the same messages as in Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s writings. The words and the ways of expression may be different, but the goal is the same.<br/>
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I had never meditated before, so it was not easy for me in the beginning. For a long time, I felt that I didn&rsquo;t know what meditation meant altogether, until I became aware, in the physical presence of my Guru, that I was standing in front of effulgent light. I finally realised what meditation is, and Sri Chinmoy inwardly taught me my personal way of meditation.<br/>
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Practising meditation on a regular basis gave me strength and tranquillity. For me, this path is a journey towards myself. Of course, I still have imperfections. We are all trying to be better members of society. Now I am much more concerned to make sure I deal with others in a loving way.<br/>
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Personally, I value this path because Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s clear, simple and at the same time deep words help me tremendously to be able to live spirituality in today&rsquo;s world. Therefore I am most grateful and blessed to have met such a great living spiritual Master and to have been accepted by him as his student.<br/>
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Every person following a spiritual path undergoes transformation. I changed a lot &ndash; to others&rsquo; advantage! I used to be very impulsive, but with meditation I have become much calmer and more balanced. Quite often there is still an inner battle &ndash; it always goes on if you want to change! After all, it is not easy to give up old habits or behaviours, but you receive so much help from Above that your own big problems become smaller and smaller, and finally, insignificant. I have learnt to simply &quot;hand over&quot; all my problems.<br/>
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My faith has grown immensely and has become infinitely stronger, because I realised inwardly that we have a direct relationship to God if we have a Master. The first question my son asked me when I chose this path was, &quot;Do you become more tolerant as well?&quot; My husband was quite sceptical at first, but he realised very soon that I was doing something that not only gave me joy but was also useful. He slowly changed. Now he accepts Sri Chinmoy and really likes him.<br/>
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&#39;Impossible&#39; &ndash; this word no longer exists in my vocabulary. My self-confidence has grown immensely; there is nothing that I would consider impossible even if you would think so looking at it from an outer perspective, since I am old and sick. It is mostly a matter of the mind. The mind is the first one to say, &quot;No, you can&rsquo;t do this, you are too old, too weak&quot;, or whatever. But I have learnt not to listen to this doubting mind any more. I push it aside, and that is not even as difficult as you would think. For example: at the age of 60 I started practising sports intensively. Over a long period of time, I ran every day for one hour &ndash; among other reasons, because I realised how important it is to have a healthy body. Here on earth we need the body to live, and I think it is our duty, as much as possible, to keep the body in good shape. This includes for me a vegetarian diet. It is also more pleasant to have a healthy body.<br/>
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Even today, at the age of 73, I fly to New York by myself, happily and fearlessly. Thirteen years ago this seemed impossible to me, and even the thought of it provoked endless fears. I even flew to New York when I was seriously ill and had no fear because I inwardly felt strong guidance. This is something you learn on a spiritual path: how to conquer fear. Fear is the biggest problem. I have learnt that it is not the illness that you have to conquer, but the fear. I used to have a lot of fear, like everyone. We all have thousands of fears; sometimes we are afraid of the tiniest ant. With my faith and confidence in the Highest, I simply learnt to go beyond fear.<br/>
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One time when I was in the hospital again I had a very strong heart attack at 3:30 a.m. I intuitively felt that I was in critical condition. I didn&rsquo;t know what to do and I was terribly afraid. The doctor and the nurses came, gave me injections and did everything possible to help me. But suddenly I felt completely calm. Like a mere onlooker I was able to observe the activity that now seemed like a game to me, and the story had a happy ending.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/perfect-hobby">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The true meaning of life</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Kapila Castold</strong>i<br/>
<em>Ann Arbor, United States</em></p>
<p><img alt="kapila.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/kapila.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In the summer of 1980 I came to the United States for research. My Italian university was looking for a collaboration with American universities. I fell in love right away with this young, vibrant country and so a month turned into a year, and eventually I took a leave of absence to stay here for a few years. Although not totally easy, these years were very exciting, as I ended up working at a major laboratory outside Chicago, with the crème of the physicists from around the world.<br/>
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Gradually, though, I began to realise that something was missing. All the ingredients were there, as I was learning a lot, I was advancing in my career, etc., but true happiness was not to be found. This had happened to a lesser degree when I was growing up. Finding myself uneasy, I had left the church when I was about twelve. As I grew up, I began to be pulled by books on world religions, but then my studies took me away from all this. As I became a physicist, I gradually turned into an atheist. So the matter was set aside for a number of years and totally forgotten.<br/>
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During the occasional crises in the early US years, I rediscovered part of my old self: I started painting again. Yet, this did not seem to be enough to fill the void that was periodically surfacing in me. So I decided that I needed to try something new, perhaps meet new people. Among the minicourses offered by the university I found interesting a class on ceramic painting, but also one on meditation. This last one was free, so I decided to try it.<br/>
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I did not know anything about meditation, but I figured I would meet some old Indian teacher with long beard, long hair, wearing a long robe… Well, it turns out that the class was taught by a young, funny, joking American, dressed in white, with short hair, no beard. A bit shocking! Somehow, though, I started practising the techniques that he was teaching, and this felt good. I started reading Guru’s books and I liked them very much. Also, I found the music very soothing…<br/>
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The ‘bomb’ exploded a year later, when I first visited New York. As I was passing by Guru at the old Progress- Promise, I was caught by his eyes: they were so deep. I was used to judging people by the depth of their eyes, but I never saw such a depth before – I felt like diving in there. I also felt a sense of familiarity, as if I knew him already. At the same time it was as if I had gone through X-rays – I felt he knew everything about me. All this happened in the course of a few seconds. This was the beginning of a long journey during which I began to know Guru more and more as a spiritual Father who brought me gradually back to the true meaning of life.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/true-meaning-of-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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I liked to learn and was interested in everything, and therefore I was a good student. In high school, I learned about meditation from my religion teacher, a kindhearted, patient, older man with white hair. He wanted to get more than 20 teenagers to sit quietly and dive deep within. Well, that was a courageous undertaking on his part. As far as I remember he had perseverance; he tried several times but we could not or would not follow him into the world of silence. At least the experience stayed in my memory.</p>
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<p>At university I attended a seminar that incorporated so-called nature meditation. I enjoyed these sessions. To become calm, to breathe and simply to be was refreshing. Afterwards I always felt newborn, replenished and fresh.</p>
<p>On my way to university I saw again and again esoteric posters (as I called them) offering free meditation classes and other events. I will go there when I have time, I decided. Time passed, I finished my studies and moved back to my home town to become a teacher. But all that did not really fulfil me. I felt confined and misunderstood by the world. For 20 years we eagerly aspire for this kind of life, the life of an adult? Great! Another 50 years and we are ready for the graveyard! Is this the only goal of our joyful expectation, then? Crazy! Such thinking was beyond me, and I simply could not believe that this would be all.<br/>
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At that time I was into esoteric and Eastern philosophy. I devoured tons of books. The idea of reincarnation and karma, in particular, seemed logical and, above all, very, very just. To live only once on this earth, to take all the trouble to learn how to speak and walk for just one single lifetime and then to remain forever in Heaven or hell: that seemed like a harsh theory. The idea that the soul keeps taking on a new body again and again in order to gain experiences, to mature and finally to attain to perfection made much more sense to me!<br/>
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I was equally inspired by the law of karma: everything that we do has repercussions and – sooner or (much) later – we personally receive the bill with a plus or minus balance. That means we cannot escape the responsibility for our actions, and we will definitely get good or not-so-good karma for them. If we spend our whole life killing ourselves to play the piano really well, we might be an excellent pianist or musician in our next life even by the age of 4. If we practise sports all our life and keep in shape, we will probably have a strong and healthy body in our next life. These examples are very simplistic, but they gave me hope and courage. The idea behind them gave my life a deeper meaning: once again I am on this planet to learn how to become a perfect human being, and I will come back yet again, rested, to undertake more adventures. That’s how it is!<br/>
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Yes, this perspective changed my life. I knew why I got up early in the morning and why I sometimes had to deal with difficult children. I had come here to learn how to widen my experience, improve my actions and become a better person. In my favourite books I kept reading about the path of the heart and hearing that one should always follow or listen to one’s heart. It sounded great! But in practical life it was a completely different story that caused me unending difficulties.<br/>
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I read that meditation is the key to the heart. It quiets the loud voice of the mind and then you should be able to perceive the soft voice of the heart. A few weeks later something happened. God knows how many times I had heard that it is highly advisable to have a teacher or to look for one. For everything it is extremely helpful to have a good teacher by our side to teach us the right technique that will help us to make progress and to experience joy while constantly improving in a particular field, whether it be playing the guitar, skiing, building houses or baking. Everybody knows from their own experience that there are great teachers and not-so-good teachers. The good ones are nice and witty, we learn faster and more, the learning process is easier, we develop interest and curiosity and it is a lot of fun! And if we aren’t doing too well one day, a good teacher will be understanding and help us with words and deeds. It was absolutely clear to me: I had to find this good teacher that fulfilled all the criteria mentioned above. I was very grateful for already having learned about and come to value some of these teachers, and they had become role models for me. Now I needed to find the meditation teacher.<br/>
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A new adventure began that led me to New York. I experienced the fact that you do meet your teacher if you really want to do so, with all your heart. Then you literally attract him to you. You only have to keep your eyes and ears open.<br/>
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New York turned out to be a real treasure chest of meditation teachers. On every corner there was an esoteric bookshop, a café, a restaurant, a yoga centre or a health food store, and everywhere you could find ads and information about events. I attended a free meditation class. I found the class boring, since I had been meditating for some time already. Only when the instructor started speaking about her teacher did I listen attentively. She spoke with so much love about him: Sri Chinmoy. Shortly before my departure for New York I had heard about Sri Chinmoy. I knew that he lived in New York and now I learned that he would be holding a meditation in Manhattan soon. I got an invitation with a beautiful colour photo of Sri Chinmoy. I already had one of his pictures hanging in my room – a black and white copy of another picture that was on the meditation class flier. I went to the meditation in Manhattan.<br/>
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Wow! That’s the only thing I can say. That was about all that came to my mind that evening. My usually extremely busy brain had gone on a short vacation that night, and it was disconnected. At the end of the event, Sri Chinmoy handed out an orange and a message for the coming year. I walked up to the stage to receive my gifts and then walked back to my seat as if in trance.<br/>
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When I arrived home, I was still 'alone' - without my familiar thought-world. My roommate looked at me, surprised, and asked if everything was OK. I just nodded and disappeared into my room. Something had happened and it felt good! Yes, it really felt good! I didn’t want to make a hasty decision, so I bought – besides books by Sri Chinmoy – very inspiring books by other meditation teachers. Nevertheless, <em>The Wings of Joy</em> by Sri Chinmoy became my absolutely favourite book.<br/>
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A few weeks later I went, as I did every Sunday, to my favourite restaurant in Queens, Annam Brahma, where everything is homemade – even the delicious chai, an Asian spiced tea. Disciples of Sri Chinmoy run the vegetarian restaurant, and I told them that I also wanted to become a disciple. My heart was jumping with joy when I said it.<br/>
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Thus my decision was made, even though it wasn’t really a decision any more. Day by day it became clearer to me that Sri Chinmoy was the one I was looking for. When I looked at his picture I felt a warm glow around my heart, and the same thing happened when I read his books. My adventure was over, but a new and equally fascinating one had begun: my life as a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/new-adventure">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Filled with deepest joy</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="tirtha.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/tirtha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It was in 1980 that my parents and we three children became students of Sri Chinmoy. From the perspective of a child it looked like this: I remember that my parents were going to different spiritual groups and they often took me along to these meetings. I was always very impressed by the atmosphere, the light-coloured clothing and the many nice people. Nevertheless, I sometimes started crying without any apparent reason. Something didn’t quite seem right, I guess…<br/>
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We became vegetarians and went once a week to one of the small and, at the time, few health food stores in our town. One day, my father was magnetically drawn to a book entitled Meditation that was displayed in the window of a bookstore. My parents were so thrilled by the simplicity and truth of this book that they mailed the postcard (inserted in the book) to the indicated address. We were informed that there was a couple with a child in Augsburg whom we could contact.<br/>
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This was the beginning of countless meetings, sometimes in Augsburg, sometimes in Munich. I was 7 years old at the time. I will never forget counting on my fingers how many times I had been to Augsburg already. My heart was jumping with joy every time we met. And I loved this family: Projjwal, Karali and Aruna. Most of the time I was playing with Aruna while the others meditated or were absorbed in obviously deep conversations. But when Projjwal and Karali came to our place (and we children really should have been in bed by then), I listened to the conversations, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I loved it. I loved the people, I loved the vibrations, I loved the conversations, I simply loved everything… and I was always filled with deepest joy.<br/>
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Some time later, our family picture was sent to New York so Sri Chinmoy could meditate on it to see if we were meant to be his disciples, and soon after my father travelled there for the first time. He brought back my first 'real' sari. (Before that, we were only wearing curtain fabric!) I will never forget the indescribable joy – almost delight – I experienced!<br/>
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A few months later, our Master visited Switzerland. That was the first time I saw Guru. He walked by me and smiled. I was a little surprised because his skin colour was unfamiliar, but his smile immediately won me over. Then Guru gave prasad to the children: a plastic heart. This heart is still my little treasure. When I stood right in front of Guru, he brushed my hair to the side and looked at my name tag. He asked me all kinds of things. I did not understand a word, but Projjwal, who stood behind Guru, answered Guru’s questions. I did not want to ever leave Guru’s presence.<br/>
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I had a happy childhood, and this happiness continuously grew thanks to the incredible grace that allowed me to come to Guru in my childhood years. At that time, Guru showered us children with outer attention and gifts. The teenage years were not always easy, but I knew: “Guru comes first in my life – always. And this truth protected me during all my school years – and still does today! In my almost 30 years as a disciple I have had so many inner and outer, challenging and happy experiences. My life is rich, inwardly rich. And I am infinitely, infinitely grateful to Guru that he brought me to him.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/tirtha">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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I worked for some months at the central post office in Zurich and then went travelling for six months to India, Nepal, South East Asia and Australia. My travels showed me that there are very different lifestyles and attitudes towards life. I was not consciously looking for spirituality at that time. Certain drugs seemed to show me that there are other worlds of perception. Once in Western Nepal I rented a small boat with a friend. The sun was setting behind the mountains and there was a beautiful glow of light. I was quite captivated by it. Suddenly I felt a very strong inner voice calling, "This is where I have to go, this is where I have to go, this is where I have to go." I did not pay too much attention to the experience then and continued my travels.</p>
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<p>After my return and several temporary activities (military service, English language course, work at the post office again, travel to the Philippines), I finally decided to live in a tent in the forest in order to be as far away as possible from the society that I did not really want to support.<br/>
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This is when God said "Enough!". I went to a Madal Bal health food store in Zurich, run by Sri Chinmoy's students - I was looking for a book on macrobiotics for no particular reason. I remember telling Shikha, who was managing the store at that time (1981), "I am out of everything." We had quite a long conversation and I finally decided to read the meditation book by Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>I quite liked it and everything somehow seemed to make sense. I found many answers to my questions. But I was quite critical because of some experiences I had had with disciples of another path who had wanted to sell me their books in an aggressive manner. So I said to myself that, before entering more closely into a group, I should read books by another Master.<br/>
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I went back to the Madal Bal store and bought a book by Sri Aurobindo. I read only a short paragraph every day because it was difficult to understand, but I slowly realised for myself that there were two things I needed in life to become really happy: meditation and a spiritual Master. I then thought that I would have to go to India, as in my opinion all the Masters lived in India. I went to another bookstore and searched for a book about spiritual Masters in India. Interestingly enough, none of the descriptions really appealed to me.<br/>
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I continued to go to the Madal Bal store about once every two weeks and one day Shikha said, "Why don’t you come to a public meditation in the Centre on Saturday?" I went, and the moment I stepped into the Centre I felt: "This is it." At the end of the evening I applied to become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
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Some months later I had a very clear and deep dream which I felt was my initiation. Deep inside me a light started to glow and then started to grow in circles very rapidly until my whole being was only light, the most brilliant and almost blinding light.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/shashanka">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>In spite of a pretty turbulent start with many obstacles, I am very happy to be on this path. I simply have more joy in life. My name is Magdalena. I am 45 years old and have been meditating with the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Vienna for three years. I would like to tell a little about my own experiences with Sri Chinmoy and the Vienna Centre.<br/>
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I work as a nurse in a public hospital. From the beginning, one of my colleagues attracted my attention because of his unusual purity and gentleness. After a while I noticed that my consciousness was higher in his presence and I always had the feeling that he was somehow guiding me towards a spiritual path. I never spoke to him about it, though. After some time he quit working at the hospital and we lost contact.<br/>
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At that time I was practising Hatha Yoga according to the teachings of "Yoga in daily life" by Paramahansa Swami Maheshwarananda. I was looking for a meditation class, since meditation was my weak point. I chose a meditation class offered by students of Sri Chinmoy. How surprised I was when I opened the door of the Sri Chinmoy Centre the night of the first class and my former colleague warmly welcomed me.<br/>
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After having attended the meditation class several times I was very surprised that the highest spiritual discipline could harmonise perfectly with a Western lifestyle, with a job and everything that involves – and not just in theory. When I got to know several disciples of Sri Chinmoy, I realised that they lived true spirituality in this place, Vienna’s inner city!!! I was very impressed.<br/>
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In the beginning of my spiritual life I unfortunately met with strong resistance on the part of my family and my children. The fact that I had an Indian Master, whom we usually call Guru (a Sanskrit word that simply means the one who leads from darkness to light), was too much for them. It is actually very understandable that doubts and fears arise, because everywhere you hear wild stories about exploitative sects and false teachers. After my whole family besieged me with their doubts and fears, I started doubting as well. At least I was sure that this was a true Guru and a sincere and direct path, but how would I know if it was my path? "Is this path really meant for me?" - That was my big question initially.<br/>
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I loved the philosophy, the Guru and the disciples, but the lifestyle, hmm… Even though I was a vegetarian, did not drink alcohol or smoke and did not have a partner – and was actually very happy living that way – my mind vehemently rejected the idea that it had to be like that from now on. Looking back, I can only laugh about it. I knew that there were also rules for the closer disciples at the Maheshwarananda Ashram and that a certain amount of spiritual discipline is required for every authentic path (for example, to meditate every morning). Still, it took me some time to be able to accept this fact.<br/>
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Only after a while did I understand why Sri Chinmoy wants us to adopt this kind of lifestyle and to ‘renounce‚ certain things. It makes sense that, if we want to have higher spiritual experiences, we cannot numb ourselves with alcohol. After all, we want to wake up and realise the truth and not descend into the unconscious. In the same way other problematic topics started making sense to me after I read quite a bit about those topics and started dealing with them. I realised that Sri Chinmoy simply wanted to create a path for those ready to run very fast, without detours and distractions, towards their highest goal. Sri Chinmoy’s disciples are grateful for every small clue as well as the discipline that enables them to reach their goal as soon as possible. There will always be people who will not like the guidelines of a spiritual group and will therefore leave after a while. Of course, everyone is free to decide if he or she wants to lead such a one-pointed life or to give it up at any moment to return to the old lifestyle. For me, this question does not arise any more. I know how much I am gaining from my spiritual life and I would not want to miss it for anything.<br/>
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In a certain way my life has become simpler, because I feel strongly guided and have faith that the right thing will happen at the right moment. I have broadened my thinking and overcome some mental barriers, and now I do not consider anything to be impossible. We can achieve much more than we think we can.<br/>
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In particular, when problems arise, I face them in a different way than before. For me, problems are nothing but experiences that offer me the possibility to grow. They are necessary for my development and will eventually lead me towards my destination. I have become more conscious of many inner changes that are taking place and I realise how much work is still ahead of me. With a clearer point of view I am also able to empathise more with other people – like my children, for example. Through my meditation I have developed more understanding and compassion toward them, and I can deal better with a lot of situations.<br/>
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I am able to perceive and treasure the small and truly beautiful things that life offers. The blossoms of a tree or the beauty of the world, for example, evoke in me true feelings of happiness. I simply enjoy life much more than before, and this has a lot to do with my changed perception. My health has become much more important to me. I try to eat healthful food and practise sports regularly. My lifestyle has surely improved a lot since I started meditating.<br/>
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In my eyes, Sri Chinmoy has become my spiritual father, who guides me inwardly, takes care of me, looks after my needs and concerns himself with my progress. I feel safe, loved and protected under his guidance. Even though not everything that happens in life is to my liking, I know that everything is for the best.<br/>
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The warm family atmosphere and the feeling of oneness among Sri Chinmoy’s disciples attracted me from the beginning. They are no saints, of course; they are people like others, with their shortcomings and weaknesses, but they try to act from their hearts, and you can feel it. It is wonderful to exchange ideas with like-minded people – the inspiration is always mutual. The group meditations help to concentrate and increase everybody’s strength and make it easier to reach a higher consciousness.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/more-joy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Where it always had wanted me to be</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Yasovati Steirer</strong><br/>
<em>Graz, Austria</em></p>
<p><img alt="yasovati.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/first-steps-slideshow/yasovati.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My name is Yasovati. I am 75 years old and work a few hours a day in a store in Graz run by Sri Chinmoy's students. I was first directed towards meditation by a severe illness that signaled a need for change. I joined a meditation group, and read everything necessary to become settled in that group and learned many things, but I was still searching for true happiness.<br/>
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One day I saw a poster about a meditation workshop given by a disciple of Sri Chinmoy. At the workshop I felt something completely new: bubbling joy that only kept growing. My mind had many reservations. I thought, what am I getting myself into? Thank God my heart was stronger – it immediately said yes to everything!<br/>
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The most beautiful time of my life began, probably because my soul had finally got me where it always had wanted me to be: in the care of my Master Sri Chinmoy, whose love, compassion and concern I have no words to describe. Sri Chinmoy teaches in silence, inwardly, but one can feel that many things are happening.<br/>
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I have learnt much from Sri Chinmoy, had many experiences, seen new things, discarded old ways. It is a long process. It takes a while for our own imperfections to become so evident that we are ready to give them up. The Master enables us to work towards our own transformation, and that is very satisfying. We just have to be aware that it is a constant up-and-down movement. One does not become good overnight. Patience, discipline, perseverance and determination: these qualities we need in abundant measure.  <br/>
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He has also brought to the fore my gratitude while making me see and feel how he is changing my bad qualities into good ones. It is the most beautiful experience of my life to have seen and known a being who embodies my highest ideals, is unparalleled in beauty, purity and sincerity in all his actions, goes beyond all boundaries and cannot be conceived and ascertained by our mind. I am infinitely grateful to know that I have been under the wise guidance of this wonderful Master, Sri Chinmoy, for over 20 years.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/yasovati">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>What I had been searching for</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Sarita Earp</strong><br/>
<em>Halifax, Canada</em></p>
<p><img alt="sarita.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/storyimages/sarita.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It probably all started consciously when I was nine years old. I was inspired to go to church every week. As my family slept I dressed myself in Sunday clothes and went to the closest church – not Anglican, which my family was, but it was close to walk to. When I was 16 years old, I was still attending church. One Sunday during a prayer, my inner voice cried, "I want to understand!"<br/>
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Over the next six years, I was seeking and at the same time trying to be happy in all the usual outer ways. During university I became interested in meditation and took a course. When I was 21, my inner voice told me that if I was not happy then I would never be happy.<br/>
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The search continued, but obviously it was not yet my time. They say when the disciple is ready the Master appears. After a year travelling in Europe, I was working in a café in a tiny Swiss village. One day in the mail I received two letters from two sets of friends – the first I had heard from these friends since I had left Nova Scotia. When I opened the letters, I was astonished to read that both sets of friends had Gurus! The first Guru did not resonate with me, but when Sri Chinmoy's picture fell out of the second letter, I reacted strongly to it. And when they said their Guru was Sri Chinmoy, I said to myself, "I wonder if he could be my Guru?" Then my mind responded, "You have to find your own Guru."<br/>
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Later, however, when I went up to my room, I posted the photo on my board. When I left the village to continue travelling, that letter with its photo came with me in my backpack. On a train between Spain and Portugal, as the miles and hours were rolling by, I had a revelation about life: no matter the country, with its variations in language, customs, dress, culture, everybody is born, grows up, usually has a family, works and dies, and in the process tries to be as happy as possible. At that point, I felt I was ready to go home.<br/>
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A few weeks later I was in London, England, on my way back to Canada. I felt a void – not a loneliness, but a total inner emptiness. Intuitively, I knew that I was going to start a whole new way of life, though I did not know what it was going to be.<br/>
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The morning after I landed back in Halifax, as I was walking downtown, I saw a poster advertising a film – "A Day in the Life of a Spiritual Master" with Sri Chinmoy. I immediately decided, I was going to see that. During the film there is a scene where Guru is sitting in a room in his house meditating. The close-up shot of him was so powerful that I felt pressed into the back of the chair and knew that something was really going on. At the end of the film, I did not want to talk.<br/>
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Soon after I started coming to the meditations, and then asked to be a disciple. When I got the photo taken in one of those photo booths, I inwardly said to Guru, "If you don’t accept me, I don’t know what I will do." I had finally found what I had been searching for all those years. And 34 years later, I still say the same thing.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/searching">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My inner calling</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Purnakama Rajna </strong><br/>
<em>Winnipeg, Canada</em></p>
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After four years of teaching school, spiritually seeking, and making my jaunts to the city for my spiritual fix, an inner feeling came over me so powerfully that it was clear that I had to leave my safe little town and move to Winnipeg, a larger city, to find – I wasn’t sure what. I had no idea how this would happen. I didn’t know a single person in Winnipeg. I didn’t have a job there, or a place to live, and I was currently living nine hours away from there, but in an incredible leap of faith I took a leave of absence from my job, and then the universe took over, and set what was to be my new life in motion.<br/>
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Within a week of making the decision to leave, with only a couple of inquiry phone calls, I had a job in my field waiting for me in Winnipeg. Also, with only one phone call, I had my dream apartment. I had prayed about where I wanted to live, and I had asked for a nice apartment in a house with a nice family, in a particular area of the city, so that I would feel safe and not so alone, as I didn’t know anyone in the city. I was given exactly that.<br/>
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With all of my living arrangements settled, I started packing up my things, but two weeks before I actually moved, I made one last trip to the city where I bought all of my spiritual books, and found one book that for some reason appealed to me. It was the only book in the whole store by this author, and I loved his picture on the back cover, so I bought it.<br/>
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One month later, finally having settled in Winnipeg, I saw a poster for a free meditation class. At first I just glanced at it without giving it a second thought. Then, later that night when I was at home, I got a strong message to go and find that poster, which I did the next day. I went to the class a week later. It was then that I realised that the book I had bought a month earlier was written by the same author whose books I was perusing in the class. I got an inner thrill as I had this realisation, and I knew I was in the right place. The book I had bought was by Sri Chinmoy: Garden of the Soul.<br/>
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I immediately applied to be a disciple when the class was over, and the rest, as they say, is history. Looking back now, I see and feel how my life was absolutely divinely led, as soon as I made the decision to follow my inner calling.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/inner-calling">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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After studying for two years I decided to take half a year off and travel around by myself in Australia, New Zealand and South East Asia. In a second-hand bookstore in Australia I had my first experience of something beyond the confines of everyday life as I was strangely drawn towards a book by the Hare Krishna movement. The experience repeated itself in New Zealand some weeks later with a book from the same series. This was getting intriguing! Their philosophy appealed to me and I gave the local Hare Krishna Ashram a call asking whether I could come and spend some time there. That did not seem to be possible so I decided not to go.<br/>
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 However, as I was hiking the various long-distance trails of the South Island of New Zealand by myself, I had a wonderful experience one day. I was walking the ‘Abel Tasman Track’ and by the end of the afternoon reached a beautiful beach. There was no one around for miles and I had been walking by myself in silence for almost a day. I was in a serene mood that was nurtured by the sun slowly setting. Suddenly there were many dolphins very close to the shore. They were surfing on the waves. I was thrilled! I threw off my big backpack, took off my clothes and jumped in the water. The dolphins swam away, though, and slightly disappointed I returned to the beach. When I was halfway through drying myself, the dolphins reappeared and I gave it a second chance, getting back into the water.</p>
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 This time the dolphins didn’t go away. They didn’t allow me to touch them but they were all around me, less than a metre away, singing their high-pitched songs. It struck something in me. I was drunk with joy. I was raving like a madman in the water and it seemed a long time until the dolphins swam away. That was the first time in my life I experienced real joy, and the search for more had started. After a few more months of travelling by myself with lots of time to wonder and ponder about life, I went back to Holland.<br/>
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The second day after my return I was approached in the street by a girl from the Hare Krishna movement. I talked a little with her and bought the book she was selling. I had to follow the Hare Krishna lead the Universe was offering, it seemed. I read the book and even wrote a letter to the swami who had written it. The letter was pretty presumptuous, I am afraid, but the swami figured out who must have sold the book to me and asked the girl to contact me. She called me one day and invited me to come with her and some others to ‘Radhadesh’, one of their big temples in Belgium. We would meet at their temple in Amsterdam and then go together to Belgium by car. As I entered their temple in Amsterdam in the morning, I saw the girl who had sold me the book sitting in a corner of the room threading small flowers together into a garland for Sri Krishna. The love and devotion with which she was working left a huge impression on me. I instinctively knew I also had this kind of love and devotion within me; I just had to find a way to express it.<br/>
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The rest of the trip to Belgium was in every way a disaster, although Radhadesh was beautiful and some of the disciples really inspired me. I was making one mistake after another and started to feel more and more uncomfortable. I remember following the girl I knew into the women’s dining room to have lunch with her. I hadn’t noticed it was ‘women only’ until I was told in no uncertain terms to get out of there by an older lady. Another time I was loudly saying 'Enjoy your meal!' when everyone had just started meditating on their food. A whole lot more things like that happened. I left after one day to go home by myself. I was absolutely devastated; I was crying sincerely. I knew I had found what I wanted in life: to lead a spiritual life. However, this path was not meant to be mine.<br/>
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I decided to study comparative religion in university, along with geology. It was in that department a few months later that I saw this absolutely tiny leaflet on a big poster board, among hundreds of other flyers, about a lecture by the Sri Chinmoy Centre. I went there in the beginning of 1999. The lecture was very nice and I felt very much at home. However, since I had been the only one coming that evening, there would be no meditation course the following evening. I went home with Sri Chinmoy’s book Meditation and the phone number of the person who gave the class in my agenda. I was so happy when I rode my bike home! It seemed there was no reason for it, but I was feeling absolutely elated. The weeks following the lecture I started cancelling all activities in the evening and would only read the book on meditation. Trying out some of the exercises felt a little odd, though. For months I kept calling the classgiver, but somehow there was never a new meditation course starting.<br/>
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Finally there would be a course starting in Den Haag, the city where I grew up and where my parents still lived. I decided to travel there once a week to follow the course. Unfortunately, the first evening I showed up at the wrong place. After waiting for almost an hour I realised that I had gone to the wrong address. At that moment I almost decided to drop the whole matter. I was already on my way home when this tiny little voice in my head said: "If you keep giving up like this, you will never get anywhere in life." I had the correct address with me, but I didn’t know where it was. So I decided to phone my mother from a telephone booth and ask her to look on a map and explain it to me.<br/>
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I arrived that evening at the meditation course more than one hour late, but it felt like coming home. That feeling basically never left me. Not only did the meditation techniques of Sri Chinmoy provide a definite sense of happiness, but my life had finally found its meaning in the pursuit of enlightenment or God-realisation, as Sri Chinmoy calls it. Finally all the pieces of my life seemed to fit together! I didn’t hesitate for a second when asked whether I wanted to become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy. I didn’t have a clear picture in mind about the relationship between the Master and the disciple, but I was absolutely determined not to let go of this new horizon that had opened up before me.<br/>
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Somehow the first time I gave my application to become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, the form got stuck in someone’s mailbox or something like that and it didn’t reach Sri Chinmoy. However, a few days later I had a life-changing experience. I was lying in bed one evening when I suddenly felt a strong presence in my room. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel good, either. I was afraid and stiffened in my bed. Then this presence entered my body and suddenly my world was upside down. Something raced from the bottom of my spinal column into my brain and I had an intuitive vision of a huge book, like a medieval Bible. A page of the book was turned and I was completely overwhelmed by an all-knowing feeling. It lasted only moments, but for those moments I understood everything of life and death. I didn’t see the book any longer; I had become the Universe, I had become knowledge itself. Truth filled and fulfilled me to the brim. Then, as suddenly as it had come, everything vanished and I was back in my bed, still uncertain of what had actually happened.<br/>
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After this experience my meditations became deeper in sudden jumps and by October 1999 Sri Chinmoy accepted me formally as his disciple. The day he accepted me I was sitting on a train having (by my standards) a good meditation, when I saw a double rainbow with predominantly blue colours. I knew then that Sri Chinmoy had accepted me, although outwardly I heard only two days later.<br/>
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I am immensely grateful to Sri Chinmoy for reaching out to me in the whirlwind of life. Up to this day I wonder at the seemingly small coincidences that led me eventually to him. The tiny leaflet, the soft voice in my head – I could have missed them so easily! But it seems when you are ready, your true Master pulls you towards him with an inevitability that not even death can match…</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/whirlwind">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Looking for Satisfaction</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Menaka</strong><br/>
<em>Ottawa, Canada</em></p>
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As a young teenager, I was introduced to India and Hinduism by a friend. I recall being attracted by India. This land of spirituality was foreign but at the same time so familiar. I was told that with the power of meditation man could do extraordinary things, and I believed it. I knew already that the only thing that would really matter in life was spiritual growth.<br/>
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In my early twenties, I moved to Montreal to pursue my studies because I was not satisfied in France. I fell in love with Canada and decided to stay. Even though I had everything to be happy, I could still not find satisfaction. I had the feeling that I was wasting my time, not achieving any spiritual progress but on the contrary diving more and more deeply into purposelessness. Even though I was aware of it, I could not find the strength to control myself.<br/>
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Then my mother’s cancer reappeared. I will always remember that phone call in December 1999. My mother was confident that everything would be fine and that in six months she would be in good health again. As I hung up, I had the strong feeling that she would not survive this time. My mother had always felt that she would die young. When she first got breast cancer, I was 15 and my younger brother only 4. I remember praying to God to give her another few years so that at least my younger brother could be independent enough. God had been kind enough to give her another 9 years. This time, even if it broke my heart, I could only say, "May Thy Will be done."<br/>
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I struggled in the two years that followed. For some time I would try to get closer to God with prayer and meditation (prayer mostly, as I had real trouble sitting still for more than a few minutes), and then I would fall deeper into material life so that I could avoid facing reality and my mother’s suffering. One day as I was in deep desperation at my incapacity to discipline myself and my total helplessness, I prayed to God to help me find a Master, someone who could guide me in my spiritual life and help me make progress. At that time I thought of a Sufi Master, because I was Muslim and I liked the universality of Sufism. However, I never made a step in that direction. Sufi groups were not lacking in Montreal, but something was holding me back.<br/>
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In August 2001, my mother passed away. This was a wakeup call. I could not go on like that with my life. I decided to start a PhD with the goal of getting a job at the United Nations. I quit my job and moved to Ottawa. I needed a concrete change in my life and moving to a new city would help me to start fresh (and force me to learn English). So in January 2002, I started a new life in Ottawa. I was still desperately looking for something.<br/>
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At the beginning of September 2002, as I was walking to university, my eyes were attracted by a pink meditation poster with a black and white picture of a lotus flower (a very basic poster, but somehow I was attracted by it). Not long after, I saw the same poster inside the university; this time what attracted me the most was the word 'free'. I thought that if it was free it was probably a sincere offering, so I decided to write down the number. I waited a couple of weeks and finally called; a class was starting the following week.<br/>
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At that point I was thinking of going back to Montreal, as the PhD programme in Montreal was of a higher standard and one of my previous teachers was trying to convince me to come back. But I had to act fast, as the session had already started. I remember making a list of pros and cons of staying in Ottawa. In the pros list was the meditation class.<br/>
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Finally I decided to stay; I did not care that much about the PhD anyway. During the last meditation class, one of the teachers said that if we cared for the spiritual life and wanted to be serious about it, we could apply to become a student of Sri Chinmoy. This resonated with me. Yes! That was what I had always wanted: to give first and foremost importance to my spiritual life. So I decided to try this path. Slowly I discovered my Master and realised that God had not only answered my prayer to grant me a spiritual guide, but had given me much more than I asked for or could even dream of. I have never finished my PhD and I am not working for the United Nations, but I have something much more precious than that. My life has become meaningful and I have never been happier than since I became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/looking-for-satisfaction">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Inner Promise</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Jamini Young</strong><br/>
<em>Seattle, United States</em></p>
<p>When I was 19 or 20 I became very interested in spirituality and meditation because I felt there had to be more to this life than just studying to get a degree, embark upon a career, etc.<br/>
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Whenever I wanted to learn something new I would go to the library and get all the books I could on the subject. I would come home from the library with my stack of books, and Guru&rsquo;s book <em>The Inner Promise</em> would always be among them. Somehow it spoke to me, but when I would get home I would be unable to read it as the essays were so lofty and philosophical. I would say to myself, &quot;Oh no, not this book again!&quot;. It just didn&rsquo;t have the practical, mental information I was looking for as a college student.<br/>
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In my third year of college I took a few months off and spent some time working in Alaska. I was in a very small town but they did have a library. Once again I went to check out all the meditation and spirituality books they might have. Surprise! There was only one book on meditation &ndash; The Inner Promise! I clearly remember holding the book in my hand and shaking my head in disbelief. Someone&nbsp;was playing a cosmic joke on me.<br/>
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This time, I took the book and really tried to dive in. I remember looking at the drawing of Guru in meditation next to the title page and trying to meditate.<br/>
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In the fall when I returned to college there was a tiny notice on a bulletin board in the psychology building for a free meditation class. I was a psychology major in college, but by that time I was completely fed up with the subject as it did not have the deep answers about life&rsquo;s meaning that I was searching for. I thought this class was sponsored by the psychology department and wouldn&rsquo;t have a spiritual basis. But I went anyway. &quot;Oh well, it&rsquo;s free, I&rsquo;ll just go.&quot;<br/>
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It turned out that a student of Sri Chinmoy was teaching the class. When he said that he was a student, I thought &quot;The author of that book is a real person! I want to be a student of Sri Chinmoy!&quot; Everything sort of fell into place for me inwardly and I was soon making the drive to Seattle (my college was about an hour south of Seattle) to the Centre meditations. I still have that copy of The Inner Promise. At the beginning, I even cut out Sri Chinmoy&#39;s picture on the back to use for meditation. It is definitely among my most cherished possessions.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/inner-promise">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<em>Heidelberg, Germany</em></p>
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<p>I think we all have – in a more or less conscious way – the goal to be happy. Admittedly, happiness might mean something different to each of us if we have to define it. That is alright, since we are individuals. On the road to our own personal happiness, we walk along completely different paths that can be rather adventurous, surprising and wondrous, and add excitement and diversity to our lives. Often, these paths have several tracks that we can walk on simultaneously.</p>
<p>In my school years, fom 11th grade on, I started developing an interest in spirituality. Since I was raised as a Catholic, I was looking for contacts in the Christian world. With the nice chaplain of our parish, we formed a small group that organized services, lectures, spiritual group travels and more. The mystic aspect and the message put into practice always inspired me most. During my studies I kept loose contact with this group, but slowly my studies became more and more important in my life. At an international meeting in Germany, I met my future wife. She was studying architecture in Ankara, Turkey, at the time. Two years later, she finished her studies, moved to Germany and we got married.</p>
<p>A 'fresh breeze' from a very different culture came into my life. Both of us needed a lot of tolerance and great openness. This was important for me and helped me later to accept things that would have been inconceivable then. I was still deeply rooted in my Christian world, whereas my wife was more progressive. She showed vivid interest in other religions, in healthy nutrition and many esoteric topics, and slowly I started to also be interested. We went to lectures by different groups and read extensively about reincarnation, spiritual Masters and other topics. My main interest was somewhere else though.</p>
<p>In the early 1980s, my life was mainly focussed on the question of how to find a job after passing my exam for the teaching profession. It turned out to be extremely difficult, since there were not enough vacancies either in public or in private schools. Only part-time jobs were available, but I couldn’t imagine myself doing that for a long time. I started to despair. All the doors seemed shut, and nothing was moving on my ’main track’.</p>
<p>One day, I saw a poster in the city advertising a lecture series on meditation. I said to my wife: “Wouldn’t that be something for you?“ We ended up going together to this lecture, given by a young woman from the Heidelberg Sri Chinmoy Centre. She had simplicity and clarity, and was not imposing anything at all. We went on two evenings, but the third class fell on the same date as a lecture given by someone we had known for a long time. Thus we lost contact with the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</p>
<p>And now the marvellous part of the story starts.</p>
<p>In October 1983, we visited the Frankfurt Book Fair to try to find the booth of the lecturer for whose talk we had dropped the Sri Chinmoy Centre classes. The fair was big, but we had plenty of time. Well, we did not find the booth we were looking for, but we discovered another one – the Sri Chinmoy Centre booth.</p>
<p>We were surprised of course. What a coincidence! A conversation ensued – with the same young woman whose meditation classes we had attended. We felt a bit embarrassed because we had stopped going, but since we had planned to buy some spiritual books anyway, we bought a brochure about Sri Chinmoy’s path along with a recording of his flute music.<br/>
 “Thank you,“ “All the best,“ “Good-bye.“</p>
<p>Several months passed. During the day I applied at schools; at night I worked as a porter in a hotel. In addition, we went to different spiritual groups. We liked Sri Chinmoy’s flute music a lot. The brochure was very interesting and contained excerpts from Sri Chinmoy’s writings. Many things I read made a deep impression on me. I felt depth and unconditional surrender that I had never found elsewhere.</p>
<p>The spiritual longing of my early years was directed towards the richness and authenticity of living spirituality, manifested in the form of a living spiritual Master. From the brochure, we cut out and framed a photo of Sri Chinmoy in a very high consciousness. Thus he slowly became a member of our family. From time to time we listened to his flute music.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, we were still looking for the one and only, the right path – the path to happiness. What did happiness mean to me back then? I needed a job. Not just any job but the one I had passed two federal exams for – quite an investment! And I was looking for someone whom I could entrust with my life, my dreams and my goals. Someone who might know better what is good for me. High expectations! I read about creative imagination and more about different Masters. I was looking for a breakthrough. I wanted my life to be in the hands of someone who would be able to show me the right path and to guide me.</p>
<p>Very slowly I became more and more convinced that Sri Chinmoy could be that person. Again and again I read from his writings. The simplicity and depth of his words impressed me. I felt that he radiated the sincerity of living spirituality. During these months we had no contact with the Heidelberg Sri Chinmoy Centre – only with other groups. Nevertheless, something had grown in silence within me – something that was stronger than everything else.</p>
<p>In January 1984 I called the contact number in the brochure and asked how I could become Sri Chinmoy’s disciple. Back then it was the custom to write a personal letter to Sri Chinmoy, which I did on my birthday. I still have a copy of that letter. The letter described my personal situation, my inner and outer needs and why I wanted to join this path. I anxiously waited for several weeks, since Sri Chinmoy was away on travel and did not receive my letter right away.</p>
<p>Finally, on February 21st, a disciple of Sri Chinmoy called me to confirm that my wife and I had been accepted. Great joy and high expectations. Many questions about what to do next. Life went on – often different from what I had expected – but always for my best, for my happiness. And that was exactly what I had hoped for.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/goal-to-be-happy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A waterfall of love and joy</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Shaivya Rubczynska</strong><br/>
<em>Warsaw, Poland</em></p>
<p>It was freezing and snowing, February 1991 in Warsaw.</p>
<p>Two girls were standing in the street, facing the modest poster with just a few words on it.<br/>
"Look, it is for free", said one of them.<br/>
"Let’s go inside; we still have one hour before the theatre", answered the other one. "By the way, what is meditation?"</p>
<p>Inside the small performance hall, there were an astonishing number of people – more than 200. On the stage, a young man sat at a table with a tiny, black-and-white picture on it. Then he started his talk in German, translated by an old lady. He said that he was from Berlin and that the face in the photo was his Master’s. After a few minutes, I stopped listening. It was so nice just to sit there; I felt relaxed and peaceful.</p>
<p>Suddenly he said: "Now we shall do an exercise, and you’ll see for yourself what concentration and meditation are. Please, close your eyes."</p>
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<p>I closed my eyes. Everything disappeared. I was inside a stream or waterfall of love and joy, something immense and strong, but delicate at the same time, an almost tangible and silky feeling of…of what? I couldn’t find a name for it, but it was feeding me as if I had been hungry for centuries without even being aware of it.  But I was sure that that force or that love was exactly what I had been waiting for forever. Did I cry?</p>
<p>"We have to go."  <br/>
"What?"<br/>
"Open your eyes. We have to go. We are already late."</p>
<p>On our way out, we stood for a while at the table by the door. There were some books and pictures of that man from the black-and-white photo. His eyes were strong and soft, sad and loving. The boy on the stage was saying: "If you want, you can bring your pictures tomorrow. There will be two more meetings."</p>
<p>We left. But I didn’t enjoy the theatre that evening.</p>
<p>"Why did he want us to bring our pictures?"<br/>
"He said he takes them to New York."<br/>
"Why to New York?"<br/>
"I don’t know,  but I think that man (referring to the picture) lives there."</p>
<p>Without seeking any further explanation, as if all was clear and decided, we had new photos of ourselves taken, and in the evening we gave them to the boy from Berlin. He said he would give them to his Master and perhaps he would accept us as his disciples. Meditation, Master, disciple – all this was so completely new, yet so exciting, and I had always been one to take a risk.</p>
<p>The boy left, and a few months passed by. The event was over, and I didn’t think of it any longer. At the end of April, he appeared again in Warsaw and said to me: "Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his disciple."</p>
<p>I felt the needle of the compass whirling suddenly and strongly in the middle of my chest, and a feeling of incredible joy and victory. I started to laugh. The arrow had hit the centre of the target. </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/centre-target">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A 40-Year Blessing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>Sarama Minoli</strong><br/>
<em>New York, United States</em></p>
<p><img alt="sarama-2.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/sarama-2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Considering that I entered this world as a fourth generation atheist, who would have predicted a future in the spiritual life for me? I certainly wasn’t given any training in spirituality as a child. But the concept of infinity always fascinated me as it eluded me. I spent summers at my grandmother’s house in the New Jersey countryside, where I slept on a porch that was all windows on three sides. I would lie there looking up at the night sky, where the Milky Way and millions of stars were visible (you could see all of that clearly when I was a kid!), and I would imagine more space behind the stars and the Milky Way, and more space behind that space, and more space behind that space, and more space – and more space – until, my head spinning, I fell asleep.</p>
<p>As a young adult, I came across the writings of Edgar Casey, Yogi Ramacharaka, and that wonderful classic, Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda. My fascination with yoga, vegetarianism and spirituality was growing. After a two-week vacation at a yoga camp, my fate was sealed. On my return home, Yoga of Westchester, my yoga studio, was born.</p>
<p>One day during the following summer, I had a visit from an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in a number of years: a violinist named Sol Montlack. We were having a chat when I recalled that he had been with a spiritual group. Nearly a year of involvement with yoga had intensified my new interest in spirituality. I asked him about the group, and his answer was that he was no longer with that group or any of the many others he had tried.</p>
<p>He said, "I have found a Guru who is everything I have been looking for." I asked the Guru’s name, and Sol said, "Chinmoy." For clarity, he pronounced it as if it were two words. "Chin Moy?" I said. "That sounds Chinese," while the thought ran through my mind quickly that I would meet his Guru and that he would be my Guru as well.</p>
<p>I soon learned that my old friend Sol had been given the spiritual name "Dulal" by his Guru, and was now president of the Aum Centre, as the Sri Chinmoy Centre was known in the early days. A few weeks later, at the end of the summer, my con-versation with Dulal flashed through my mind and I decided to phone him. "I would like to meet your Guru," I said.</p>
<p>"He holds meditations every Thursday evening at eight o’clock, and you  are most welcome," he answered.</p>
<p>The next Thursday I climbed four flights of stairs in an old brownstone on East 64th Street to a small railroad flat, which was the home of the Aum Centre and its young Guru. Everyone sat in the living room, most of us on chairs, and a few on a sofa against the side wall. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of incense. A small shelf in the corner held a flickering electric candle, and Guru stood at the front of the room with folded hands. The silence was very deep.</p>
<p>I had already been meditating for a year on my own, so I closed my eyes and turned inward to enjoy the peace that I felt in this room. After a few minutes, my eyes flew open and I found Sri Chinmoy standing right in front of me with a small flower in his folded hands.</p>
<p>He was looking at me with an otherworldly smile on his face. When he put the flower into my hands and placed his hands over mine, I felt a thrill flow through my whole being. As he moved about the room giving each person a flower, I had no idea that this would turn out to be, for me at least, the beginning of a 40-year blessing!<br/>
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<h2>More to Life</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>Pranam Horlbeck</strong><br/>
<em>Zurich, Switzerland</em></p>
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<p>At the age of 12, after my parents separated, I had a very hard time, my school performance dropped and a rebellious time began. I started taking drugs and frequenting a new circle of friends. Among these new friends, however, was a very special person who brought about a big change in my life. During an intense conversation I had with him, this friend talked about the greatness of the universe and similar topics. That inspired me to learn about astronomy and similar sciences.</p>
<p>The search for my ‘place’ in this entire universe and many evenings of profound discussions with my best friend led me more and more towards philosophy and spirituality. I read books by Krishnamurti, Teilhard de Chardin and Ramana Maharshi. At that time we also decided to become millionaires as soon as possible, so we could be free of social bonds, and to settle in Ireland to meditate.</p>
<p>My first experience in meditation I owe to my aunt. She was the 'esoteric' aunt in the family, and she gave me a cassette tape with guided meditation exercises. I am grateful to my colleague as well who, when asked if we should listen to the tape, said: 'Yes, sure!' I probably would not have listened to it if he had said no. I really felt something in this guided meditation and started to meditate regularly. At that time I was about 15.</p>
<p>When I was 19, on my way to work, I saw a poster with a smiling picture of Sri Chinmoy and an aphorism, something about paradise being a state of consciousness. I immediately felt: this man is really happy – I want that happiness, too. Unfortunately, I did not attend the lecture then, and it took another five years before it finally happened.</p>
<p>While trying to make a living, I realised that the effects of my morning meditation completely disappeared after five minutes in the office. It was like a wake-up call for me. I quit this job and allowed myself some time to ask myself inwardly what I really wanted and what would give me inner fulfilment.<br/>
The answer then was: a health food store, organic food, healthy nutrition.</p>
<p>I called the association of health food stores, which then sent me a list of suppliers. Among many others was a company managed and operated by students of Sri Chinmoy. When I asked for a job, a very kind person said that, unfortunately, there was no vacancy but he would be able to give me a book about nutrition. When I went there, I could feel the positive energy already in the building. Everybody there was very nice and seemed to share my way of life. Everything felt right, and after a profound conversation with the director of the company, I was deeply inspired to start a true spiritual life.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/more-to-life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>I saw how all things are connected</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>Anandashru Elliott</strong><br/>
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Long ago, when I was a young farmer&rsquo;s wife with two very small children, there was a time when I found myself in an awful &quot;black hole&quot; of depression. I had never been particularly unhappy in my life before then, rarely saw a doctor, and thought one would just say, &quot;Grow up; you have responsibilities now.&quot; For many weeks I had been listening to a 15-minute programme, &quot;A Faith for Today,&quot; on the radio every morning. Weeping copious tears, I would pray and pray to really believe in the existence of God and Jesus Christ &ndash; but please, please, not to remain indifferent any longer.<br/>
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One morning, after the broadcast was over, I was washing up the breakfast dishes and crying into the sink as usual, when my view through the window and across the valley was silently rent down the middle with a slight zigzag shift, and the world changed. The view was the same, yet all looked subtly different, slightly shimmering. It seemed as though the trees along the distant horizon had joined hands and were dancing, for one thing &ndash; but my real understanding was inner. I saw, somehow, or rather understood, how everything IS. I saw how all things are connected and that love is the key, and I was swept along and upward in a joyous unfolding vision of how this could blossom into Heaven on earth one day, with love for one another spreading across the land and around the world until it encompassed all nations and all mankind. All the time I found myself whispering, &#39;Of course, of course!&#39; as if in ecstatic recognition of something long forgotten.<br/>
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This is the best I can do by way of explanation. At the time, I tried to write down all that I had &#39;seen&#39; &ndash; and could not. It was somehow impossible to express the wonder of it in ordinary words. One of my favourite talks on the radio had been on Jesus&rsquo; teaching, &#39;You are the light of the world&hellip;&#39; I knew this parable but always assumed that it applied to his disciples only. Now I knew it meant me, and you, everyone on earth.<br/>
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I was totally uplifted. I knew the light shone from my eyes, my face was radiant and my heart overflowed with happiness and love. (This was not just a mood swing! I have never been depressed again in all the years that have passed since.) I had been given far more than I had asked for.&nbsp; Now I did not just believe. I knew.<br/>
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Today I feel that, in answer to my genuine, anguished cries, God&rsquo;s Compassion came down mightily and temporarily lifted the veil of maya, or illusion, long enough to give me the answer I so desperately sought. Then the veil descended again, inevi-tably. The high consciousness also descended, slowly, without lots of prayer and meditation to maintain it, and I was left with just the essence of the experience to sustain me. I attended churches of several different faiths but could not find lasting inspiration anywhere and gradually just returned to &#39;normal.&#39; But that knowledge was always there, deep within &ndash; God IS.<br/>
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The search never ceased, however. I read every book on spirituality and any loosely associated subject that the Hamilton City Library could provide. There was a book on meditation that sounded interesting, and just what I needed, but I tried it only once, on my own. One day there was an advertisement in the Waikato Times: &#39;Four meditation classes for $25.00.&#39; So off I went. My only recollection is that we sat in a circle on the floor in a darkened room with a lighted candle in the middle. I found it weird, sitting in the dark with shadowy figures all around, and made no progress.<br/>
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The following year a small paragraph appeared in the local mid-week paper; a lady called Subarata, from Auckland, would be coming to Hamilton to give free meditation classes. Feeling a bit dubious after the last strange experience, I wanted to give it another try but thought it would be nice to go with a friend. I asked my daughter on the off chance that she might like to come with me &ndash; and she said she would.<br/>
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During the introductory meditation, I concentrated hard on my breathing and the &#39;little imaginary thread in front of the nose,&quot; and soon found myself focused on a space, like a tiny rift between clouds, where it seemed something important was just out of sight, but which could be revealed at any moment.&nbsp; Entranced, I gazed yearningly at that space. Time passed. Then, as from a distance, I heard a quiet voice saying, &quot;Now bring your attention slowly back to the room&hellip;&quot; Oh, no, No, NO! But that was it. What else could you do?<br/>
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I never saw that space again &ndash; the doorway to the ever-beckoning Beyond? But my course was now set fair towards it, toward my goal &ndash; and my Guru. Though I did not know it then, again I would be given more than I could ever have dreamed of asking for.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/far-more">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Saints and Angels</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Devabala Malits</strong><br/>
<em>Gy&ouml;r, Hungary</em><br/>
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Some people are already like saints or angels when they come to our path, adopting Guru&rsquo;s requirements very easily and swiftly; they are fully ready for the spiritual life. Others are not. You can decide which category I fit in.</p>
<p>Before I went to my first meditation lecture, given by an Austrian disciple, I had never even heard the word &#39;meditation.&#39; But being a college student with a limited budget, the word &#39;free&#39; pulled me with irresistible power to any cultural event in the city. Everything went well &ndash; the lecture and the classes &ndash; and soon I was able to report to my friends on the really high and sublime experiences that I was experiencing during my deep meditations. Of course, every word was a lie, but it served my purpose, polishing up my image as &#39;a nice guy who is a little different from others.&#39; During the last class, the teacher started to speak about God, a field among many others in which I unfortunately considered myself a real expert. Plus, the opportunity to send a photo to Sri Chinmoy to apply to be his student scared me totally. This was Guru&rsquo;s and my soul&rsquo;s first attempt.</p>
<p>What followed for the next two years was a typical Hungarian college life in the 1990&#39;s, with a lot of fun, wild parties, drinking, not studying, and so on. The only thing unusual was my &#39;casino life.&#39; I had a winning roulette strategy, which was boring and required a lot of discipline, but it supplied me for years with far more than enough money. I didn&rsquo;t need a free meditation class anymore.</p>
<p>At one point, I saw the same poster on the same spot as two years earlier, and I remembered the most beautiful music that I had ever heard. This music had been played during the first lecture. Luckily, I considered myself to be a music expert, too. So I went to the class just to buy an audio tape of the music group Akasha. That was the only thing that I needed from those God-explaining people.</p>
<p>My plan &ndash; just to go to the class for the tape &ndash; didn&rsquo;t work out. I started to take the same classes again, having the same fake incredible inner experiences. Shortly after that, I started to attend the nice meditation centre in the city of Gy&ouml;r. I went regularly, every week, without becoming Guru&rsquo;s disciple, because of my reluctance to give my picture for the application.</p>
<p>The next important event was Guru&rsquo;s concert in Bratislava, Slovakia, where I &ndash; as a self-appointed music expert &ndash; was not impressed. As an expert in spirituality and God, I had no feelings at all. I didn&rsquo;t stay for the function following the concert. To show off to my disciple-friends, I decided to run during the night to the Hungarian border, with the intention of taking the first train the next morning to my city. On the map it looked like a short distance. On a small map...</p>
<p>Luckily, after a few hours of roaming, someone picked me up on the highway and drove me for the remaining 20+ miles. I spent the night at the border village train station. My normal state of consciousness, even at that time, was to feel good and be happy; but that night, in that train station, I felt more miserable than ever before or since. Not sleeping, but still having nightmares, I experienced a feeling of being torn apart by unseen forces &ndash; a kind of serious fight in me, for me, over me. Afterwards, I was totally exhausted.</p>
<p>After this experience, I decided to give up my &bdquo;spiritual&ldquo; life entirely. But my determination to not visit our meditation centre lasted only for a month or so. After a few weeks of being back in the Centre, my position as non-disciple in the meditation centre had become inwardly intolerable, so finally I had to give my picture. I took my acceptance as Guru&rsquo;s disciple for granted &ndash; something well-deserved &ndash; not really knowing what the whole thing meant. After it happened, I went on living my &#39;spiritual life&#39;, which had the components of not meditating at home at all, leading the same old exciting, undivine life, but going regularly to a meditation centre, packed with disciples who were endlessly patient towards me. God bless them all.</p>
<p>But quite soon, a great turning point came in the form of a fellow whose nose was totally flat as a result of a motorcycle accident. One day, right after meditation at our Centre, I went, as usual, to a rock concert with my non-disciple-friends. During the concert, for some reason, I started to wrestle with this flat-nosed guy on the ground, in the dust. My friends grabbed him, and my job was to flatten his nose to an even greater extent. But right then, when I raised my fist, very strong feelings of Guru&rsquo;s presence, of being in the Centre, meditating, singing came to me. I didn&rsquo;t quite understand what I was doing there, fighting with someone, just one hour after meditation at the Centre.</p>
<p>So, I just walked home, knowing perfectly well that at that Hollywood movie scene, I had irreversibly chosen the life for which I had come into this world.</p>
<p>The next morning at 6 a.m., the journey started.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/saints-angels">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Master we were looking for</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Kritartha Brada</strong><br/>
<em>Prague, Czech Republic</em></p>
<p><img alt="kritartha.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/kritartha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I saw Sri Chinmoy for the very first time in Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, on November 22nd, 1993. As I remember, I had been attending meditation classes for one month along with my friends. So we together decided to travel from Prague, Czech Republic, to Bratislava and see Sri Chinmoy at a Peace Concert. We had never attended such an event before, so we were eager for this new experience. The concert was called 'A Festival of Inner Peace', which sounded very attractive and mysterious to us. We were seated in a huge basketball hall, which held 5,000 people, and felt drowned in the sea of this large audience. When Sri Chinmoy came out on the stage and meditated in silence with folded hands, I was all admiration for his humility and inner power, which filled the entire hall with a sparkling atmosphere and a peaceful silence.</p>
<p>As the concert was coming to an end, Sri Chinmoy started to play a big Chinese gong, which was, for me, the beginning of an incredible three-stage experience. With each mighty stroke of the gong, I felt like somebody was striking me very hard. It was as if I had armour all around my body, and with each stroke of the gong somebody was breaking in to my inner self through the iron shell of my own ignorance. It went on like this during the whole time of the gong performance. Towards the end, I felt the hammering had succeeded in making an opening in the centre of my chest.</p>
<p>But it did not end there. The second stage was cleaning. The feeling was as if someone had taken a vacuum cleaner and was sucking out the dirt accumulated within.  The third and final stage of that day was the as yet unknown feeling of tearful gratitude. After the cleaning, I felt much lighter and somehow freed from a heavy load of ignorance and impurity. This was replaced by a glimpse of vastness and liberation in my consciousness. At this moment I felt that Sri Chinmoy accepted my ignorance with the promise to transform and illumine my life one day. It was the beginning of my spiritual journey to the Light of the Beyond.</p>
<p>The next day after the concert, there was a function in the evening only for Sri Chinmoy’s disciples. I was not a disciple at that time, but after my experience the previous evening, I wanted to attend the meeting with Sri Chinmoy. I still had my long hair, which was quite an obstacle to getting in to the function, because it was a clear sign that I was not a disciple. So I decided to hide my long hair in a ponytail, hoping this would protect me from unwanted questions – and it served its purpose. When I was in the function hall, I sat at the back, hiding myself, trying not to draw any attention and just waiting to see what was going to happen.</p>
<p>I was astonished to see Sri Chinmoy coming up on stage in running shoes, a tracksuit and a winter jacket! He sat in his armchair, with his legs stretched out, and started looking around, while also drawing something on a piece of paper. I had no idea what was going on. I found it quite amusing and very interesting at the same time. At one moment, as I was gazing in amazement at Sri Chinmoy on stage, he looked up towards where I was seated, with his index finger on his lips. My first feeling was: "Uh-oh, he sees that I am a stranger here, that I do not belong to the group of his disciples." I started to feel a bit uneasy and thought: "He will probably call someone to take me away." The feeling of insecurity and embarrassment was growing stronger, so I decided to pretend that I did not care who he was looking at, and I turned my head to the right and to the left as if I was not interested to know what was happening. At one point I became a victim of curiosity again and I wanted to see if he was still looking in my direction. He still was! I accepted the challenge, mustered my courage and said to myself: "Fine, I will keep looking at him as well and let us see what happens."</p>
<p>To my surprise, I started to feel in my third eye, in between my eyebrows, an experience similar to what I felt in the centre of my chest during the concert. This time there was a very pleasant, warm and joyful sensation in my spiritual heart. At the end of the function, my two friends and I all shared our feelings and we came to the same conclusion: The man on the stage is a very special one. We had never seen such a combination of humility and inner power, a childlike nature and authentic spirituality. All the experiences we had with Sri Chinmoy gave us a clear feeling and firm conviction that he was the genuine spiritual Master we were looking for. He simply conquered and melted our hearts. We were so lucky! We decided to send him our pictures and were officially accepted as his disciples in the beginning of Janury 1994.                           </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/the-master-we-were-looking-for">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Changing the course of our life-river</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Those long ago peregrinations that led to discipleship owe much to a dear and now departed companion, my wife &ndash; Subarata. Irish-born and fiercely independent, she had asked her parents for a one-way ticket to New Zealand as a 20th birthday present. They consented &ndash; and so it was that I first met her in 1975 in the city of Hamilton.</p>
<p>Through chance or fate, she knew somebody that I knew, and on this particular day both of us decided to visit this mutual friend. I hitchhiked 400 miles, she had flown 13,000 miles &ndash; and when we met on that summer afternoon long ago, in an instant we became friends.</p>
<p>Reclusive by nature, we lived in remote places, often going for months without seeing anybody. Subarata loved animals &ndash; in one mountain hideaway she acquired three pet wild pigs, two beautiful Border Collie dogs called Scruffles and Scobie, a white Palomino horse named Trigger, four nameless and disapproving hens, some zebra finches and a madly eccentric pet lamb called Darley. Goats also lurked, and once a pet fawn &ndash; unsnared from a fence &ndash; stayed for a brief convalescence.</p>
<p>When Subarata&rsquo;s visa expired, the Immigration Department gave her three days to leave New Zealand, so in the small South Island town of Motueka we got married in a registry office. We were both indifferent to marriage, so there was no ring, no flowers &ndash; it was as meaningless as signing a bank deposit slip, but it enabled her to stay.</p>
<p>In 1979 we consulted the <em>I-Ching</em>, the mystical Chinese Book of Changes, and followed its murky promptings to Australia. We travelled from Perth in the West to Adelaide in South Australia via circuitous ways and innumerable adventures, eventually settling out near Port Adelaide and beginning another kind of odyssey. For it was there that we found the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</p>
<p>Travelling east from Perth, you can cross the endless Nullarbor Plain by road along the Eyre Highway &ndash; a 2,700 km epic &ndash; or in leisurely fashion on the Indian Pacific railway, gazing out for two days at the vast, unpopulated desert which features the longest dead straight stretch of rail in the world &ndash; so flat you can see the slow curve of the earth&rsquo;s rim. But we flagged a car on the edge of that red expanse, sharing the journey with two strangers who ended up being firm friends and who gave us four months of work in their outback motel, the Quorn Mill Motel. Subarata became the new waitress for the tour bus arrivals, I a charlatan wine waiter and handyman, and we lived in a caravan parked up in the dusty backyard of the motel.</p>
<p>Sometimes our new friends towed our caravan-home 200 miles north and left us for a few days at road&rsquo;s end in the empty, endless hills, their rust-orange escarpments and valleys of pale eucalyptus spread out in all directions. We wandered under extravagantly beautiful sunsets and dawn skies filled with flocks of wheeling birds, their wings turning grey, then pink, then silver as they turned in unison in the first sunlight, an aerial spectacular high up against the blue, exulting in the new day&rsquo;s gift of life.</p>
<p>Then we moved to Adelaide. One afternoon late that year, as randomly as a feather carried on a breeze, we crossed a city street and wandered into a caf&eacute; in search of a cooling drink&nbsp; and that was how, in an utterly fortuitous, whimsical moment, we first encountered the name of Sri Chinmoy. That profound and life-changing moment seems so capricious. Might the breeze have carried us as easily through another doorway to a different end? I don&rsquo;t know. But there he was, smiling at us from a photo on the cafe wall, and inside both of us something far away stirred. Was it the recognition of something preordained, a whisper from the awakening soul? I do believe so.</p>
<p>Then we responded to an unrelated &#39;learn to meditate&lsquo; advertisement &ndash; and there Sri Chinmoy was again, in his transcendental aspect, on Sipra&rsquo;s shrine. Unusually, in this first introductory session, Sipra left us at the start of our first exercise to go shopping, returning sometime later to check on our progress! Perhaps when the God-Hour strikes, technique and training hardly matter &ndash; grace smoothes the way and clears away all obstacles!</p>
<p>Shortly after, we went to New York. We first saw Sri Chinmoy at an evening meditation, sometime in early 1981. There was white light all around him and something stirred in my memory, a pleasing feeling of recollection and of coming home. We stood afterwards in the school corridor down which he walked on the way to his car, and in those few moments I think something quite significant happened. Guru looked at both of us and smiled very beautifully &ndash; his eyes flickered up and down and he was looking at my heart centre. I could feel something happening there, a block removed, a small explosion of feeling. After that, I never worried about how to meditate any more &ndash; I felt it had all been taken care of, an initiation of some kind, and that meditation was really a gift or an act of grace. We just had to be willing to keep trying.</p>
<p>This outer tale is nothing much, but I sometimes wonder at the inner things hidden from our understanding, and marvel that two people such as we could be so blessed. This gift of discipleship irrevocably changed the course of our life-river and set us firmly on the great journey back to God, that supreme quest and highest calling that lies at the heart of each and every human life.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/oddyssey">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>First steps on the Spiritual Path </h2><div class="field-item"><div class="layout clearfix">
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<p><strong>Databir Watters.</strong> New York, US.</p>
<p>Databir describes the spiritual experiences which led him to a spiritual path and his guru Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
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"I felt in my heart that there must be more to life than just fulfilling the desires of the outer world... I saw a poster with a smiling picture of Sri Chinmoy and an aphorism, something about paradise being a state of consciousness. I immediately felt: this man is really happy – I want that happiness, too"  <a href="/first-steps/more-to-life">Read more »</a></p>
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"God provided me with a clear mind and the ability to understand that power can change situations for a while, but that real and lasting change will start only when human beings feel more sympathy and love in their hearts and start to share. But how could I help to bring about this change?" . <a href="/first-steps/celestial-experiences">Read More »</a></p>
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<p><strong>Sumangali Morhall</strong> - York, GB<br/>
<em>"I cannot account for my good fortune. I am small and full of imperfection, but divine love touches all creation like the fingers of the sun. Luckily we need not wait to deserve it..."</em> <strong><a href="https://www.sumangali.org/sri-chinmoy/">Read more at Learning to Live</a></strong> on Sumangali.org</p>
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Interviewed by Utpal Marshall on perfectionjourney.org.
<p>       "<em>There were moments there when I just knew I had found the real thing...</em>"  <a href="https://perfectionjourney.org/2010/02/16/long-journeys-2/">Read article »</a> </p>
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<em>Vienna, Austria</em></p>
<p>As a child I enjoyed a Roman Catholic up-bringing and went to a convent primary school, which strengthened my natural faith in God. My family went to Church on Sundays, but we never prayed together on a daily basis. During my adolescence and college years, other things became more important to me than spirituality. Furthermore, the church could not provide me with answers to life that satisfied my inquisitive and searching mind. When I finished my studies, however, my eldest brother died, and in the wake of this blow of fate, I gradually became a seeker again. It took me a few years, however, to find my Master.</p>
<p>First, I became interested in Eastern philosophy and religions, in Sufism and also Christian mysticism. A friend of mine who had been close to my brother for some time, too, had become the disciple of a Sufi Master in Jerusalem shortly before my brother died. She and her husband tried to console me with a spiritual approach to life and death, but at that time I was not yet open. They said they prayed for my brother &ndash; and perhaps they also prayed for me. Around Christmas of 1988, I seriously considered visiting their Master, but in my heart of hearts, I felt that I should wait.</p>
<p>In January 1989, I noticed a poster for a lecture series &bdquo;The Inner Fire,&ldquo; held at Vienna University. The topic appealed to me very much, and the lectures were very interesting.</p>
<p>One night an incident took place that convinced not only my mind, but also my heart. I walked up to ask the lecturer some questions about the lecture. Suddenly I saw how light emerged from the bottom of his eyes and soul without him being aware of it. Today I know that it was Guru&rsquo;s light calling me. When I saw this strong glow, this inner light and inner fire shining up in his&rsquo;s eyes, I immediately knew that what he was talking about was not mere theory and that this path was an authentic, serious spiritual path. I was not completely con-vinced, however, that this path was also meant for me, but I continued with the meditation classes. Like many seekers I still had a few inner and outer obstacles to overcome.</p>
<p>During one of the meditation classes, the lecturer pointed out that spiritual Masters come into the world only to help seekers and humanity selflessly. He suggested that we should concen-trate on the Transcendental photograph of Guru, offer any problem to the Master and ask for his help.</p>
<p>For two years I had tried to quit smoking, but after about six months of non-smoking, I started smoking again occasio-nally, and then it was on and off. So I asked Guru for help in this matter. One night, after a meditation class, I suddenly had a very strong desire to smoke. I bought a pack of cigarettes and greedily smoked a few cigarettes within a short period of time in the open air. At that time I did not smoke inside my apartment anymore, as I already meditated regularly. When I returned home and walked past my shrine, I suddenly got terribly sick and I remained sick all night. But after that un-pleasant night, any craving for smoking was completely gone. This was how I first experienced Guru&rsquo;s grace very tangibly.</p>
<p>I was also very fortunate that Guru came to visit Vienna in April 1989 while I was still taking meditation classes. When I saw Guru for the first time at a lecture at the university, I was immediately impressed with what I felt was his divine authority and authenticity. I also felt that he was someone completely trustworthy and reliable, which is something very rare and most precious in this world.</p>
<p>On the same night of April 1st, Guru gave a concert which I also liked a lot, especially his unconventional piano per-formance. But the highlight was my personal encounter with Guru. In those days Guru invited all interested seekers to walk past him after the concert and meditate with him for a brief moment. When I approached Guru, my soul and my humility came to the fore, and I felt Guru&rsquo;s overpowering love, divinity and height. When my eyes finally met with his light-flooded, compassionate eyes, I felt that he was my Master and that I was meant to be his disciple. Although I handed in my picture after the concert, I always count April 1st as my true disciple anniversary.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/inner-fire">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>In the Right Place, At the Right Time</h2><div class="field-item"><p>While still a student, my mother was taking an interest in Eastern philosophy and yoga. After some years, she joined a group that followed the teachings of a spiritual Master named Sri Ramana Maharshi. They had a very beautiful centre in our little town, Zrenjanin – an old house all arranged in Indian style. I was still a kid then, and, as far as I knew, my mother was just going to yoga three times a week. I remember telling her, as I looked at the photo of Ramana Maharshi that was hanging on the wall in her room, that one could really see that that man was truly good.</p>
<p>At the age of 13 or 14, I was passing through a difficult period. I started noticing a change in my school friends, and something within me was really in pain as I saw them starting smoking, drinking, becoming arrogant adults. Typically, at that age, you try to do everything so that others will accept you, but I found everything so unnatural and unpleasant that I started thinking that something had to be wrong with me. I must have been born at the wrong place and at the wrong time, I thought.</p>
<p>In October 1993 the first lecture on meditation and the teachings of Sri Chinmoy took place in our town. It was divided into three evenings. At that time I was in my first year of high school. My mother asked me if I would come. I said, "OK, why not?" – although not with a great interest.</p>
<p>I came to the second evening. The room was totally filled up with people. I remember the pleasant smell of incense and the predominant blue colour. I found the lecture quite interesting and came the third evening as well.</p>
<p>Then, Tyagananda, the lecturer, gave us a sheet of music – two songs by Sri Chinmoy. First he played them on the tape recorder and then we sang them. When I heard the first notes of the song <em>Usha Bala Elo</em> in the recording, I was completely amazed; how could something that beautiful exist on earth? Guru’s music enchanted me.</p>
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<p>Soon after, we had to decide whether we would join Sri Chinmoy’s path. It was not easy for my mom, as she really loved Ramana Maharshi. But on the other hand, she was in need of a living Master and she really felt something in Sri Chinmoy. Eventually she decided to become Sri Chinmoy’s disciple. I gladly joined her. I will never forget these first days at our meditation centre. Finally I felt at home. With such joy I attended every meeting; I would run from school after classes to the Centre to be ready for meditation. And how much delight I was getting from Guru’s songs! That delight remains the same even now.</p>
<p>I realised that actually I was born in the right place, at the right time – a blessing unparalleled!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/in-the-right-place">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>One beautiful, warm spring day I was walking – very happy with myself and the world – along the Salzach River, which runs through the city of Salzburg. (This sounds tacky, but it really was like that.) A poster on a pillar of the bridge caught my attention. I found the poster ugly, but I was magnetically attracted by the line: 'Lecture with practical meditation exercises.'</p>
<p>Since I had started Hatha Yoga at the age of 13, it made sense to learn meditation as the next step. Hatha Yoga had really strengthened my body and my nerves: I was flexible and had not gotten sick even once in 15 years! However, it had not given me the capacity to properly direct or control my thoughts and emotions. And how can you be truly happy without being the „master in your own house“? Plus, I was fascinated by the possibility of not having any thoughts at all!</p>
<p>The lecture was scheduled for the coming Thursday in Salzburg. That evening I got a phone call from my boyfriend (and now husband), Dipavajan, who was studying in Graz. I was surprised when he told me that he would be coming to Salzburg on that very Thursday. Cheerfully, I told him that I had been planning to 'drag' him to a lecture that evening – whether he agreed or not.</p>
<p>There was a moment of silence on the other end; then he asked me more about the lecture. Finally, he said in a happy tone of voice that this would be just perfect because he had actually been planning to attend this lecture with me.</p>
<p>'Ah, and how do you know in Graz what lectures we have in Salzburg?'</p>
<p>'I went to the same lecture yesterday in Graz, and the lecturer said he will be giving one in Salzburg on Thursday!'</p>
<p>My husband and I have always, independently of each other, moved forward in the same direction in our inner search and development.</p>
<p>The lecture absolutely thrilled and surprised me. It seemed as if the lecturer read my soul: in order to explain his concepts of the reality of our world, he even used the same examples and metaphors that I myself had often used to explain my ideas and thoughts in conversations.</p>
<p>The meditation exercises that we practised during the lecture were also a very intense experience for me. After the lecture I had taken my decision: I wanted to learn meditation!</p>
<p>For this reason, I attended the meditation classes following the lecture. A new world opened up for me: spiritual songs, a large variety of meditation exercises, conversations with other seekers about inner experiences, and the feeling of inner joy and 'lightness' afterwards – this was for sure something I had been looking for all my life!</p>
<p>All these spiritual treasures had, of course, a source: Sri Chinmoy (even though I wasn’t too aware of it at first). At the end of the class we were offered the opportunity to become Sri Chinmoy’s disciples. I did not hesitate for a second, since my main concern, at that point, was not to lose this wonderful world of meditation.</p>
<p>This enthusiasm for spirituality I have maintained to this day – it has even increased with time. The initial curiosity – the captivating question 'how will it feel?' – gave way to calm certainty and the joy of silence – a silence in which I can now dive every day. This state of being is infinitely more exciting and fulfilling than I had ever imagined. But this is of course not the end. There is so much more to discover, and our inner joy is a quality that increases in intensity as we progress towards realisation.</p>
<p>About nine months after my husband and I had become Sri Chinmoy’s disciples, we were able to meet him in person. At first I probably stared at him with big eyes – after all, you don’t meet a spiritual Master every day! Also, at that time I actually had no idea what a spiritual Master really was.</p>
<p>However, in the nineteen years that I have been following his path, I have had ample opportunity to get to know him better. And the deeper my spiritual experiences become, the more I am able to expand my consciousness and the stronger I feel his loving guidance every day of my life. His physical death has not changed anything in this inner guidance, for a true Master-disciple relationship happens on the inner plane and transcends the limits of time and space, life and death.</p>
<p>Nobody can give proof of this; one can only experience it. In the same way, many, many other people who were disciples of authentic Masters have experienced it in the course of history. Indian literature, in particular, is full of their fascinating and inspiring stories. I can only recommend that anyone who is interested in these inner realities reads the stories of those fortunate enough to have a true spiritual Master.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/a-new-world">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Celestial experiences</h2><div class="field-item"><p>When I was seventeen, my first journey without my parents led me to North Africa &ndash; specifically to Morocco. I went there by train with one of my school friends. On a very hot summer day, we explored the city of Meknes in the north of Morocco, and our long walk ended in the slums. Houses there were made of planks crudely hammered together and plastic bags. I was really shocked and sad as I saw that human beings had to live in such poverty. Born in Germany, I had never seen anything like that before.</p>
<p>After my return to Germany, the sympathy I felt urged me to join a humanitarian aid&nbsp;group and Amnesty International. I read a lot about all the hunger in the world, the wars, the torture, the ecological disasters. Such an unjust world, full of suffering! I intensely looked for ways to change the world for the better. God provided me with a clear mind and the ability to understand that power can change situations for a while, but that real and lasting change will start only when human beings feel more sympathy and love in their hearts and start to share. But how could I help to bring about this change?</p>
<p>After I had finished school, I moved with a friend to an old farmhouse where we grew organic vegetables in the garden and I started my civilian service. I did not want to join the army and chose instead to serve disabled children. One Sunday I went to a market where I saw a poster announcing a movie about Zen meditation, which was to start in a few minutes in a tent on the market. I entered the tent and watched the movie. All of a sudden the whole world around me changed. I was so happy, and everything around me seemed so beautiful. Unfortunately this lasted for only a few minutes.</p>
<p>I had a similar celestial experience out of the blue a few weeks later, when I looked at some tropical plants in a hospital as I brought one of the disabled children there. This inspired me to practice Zen meditation. I also practised Hatha Yoga and read Yogananda&rsquo;s <em>Autobiography of a Yogi</em>. One day Peter, a participant in the Hatha Yoga class I attended, put a brochure in my hand saying something like, &#39;This is about a real spiritual Master.&#39; I was looking for a real Master of meditation who could teach me, because I was unable to get this celestial feeling again through my regular Zen meditation practice.</p>
<p>A few months later, I met the spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy, whom I had read about in the brochure. While shopping in Munich, I saw a poster that announced a Peace Concert by Sri Chinmoy. I drove there with three members of our flat-sharing community at the old farmhouse. Sri Chinmoy played many instruments at the Circus Krone in Munich, but I did not have any inner experience. For some reason, I decided to sign up for a meditation class given by Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s students in Munich.</p>
<p>Nine months later, I moved to Munich to study homeopathy, acupuncture and a few other alternative healing methods. I attended the meditation class and learned a lot, but the celestial feeling did not come back. At the end of the class I was asked if I wanted to become Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s student. I was not sure because I had had no significant meditation experiences during the class. Therefore I decided to go by train to Florence, where Sri Chinmoy would offer another Peace Concert in a few days.</p>
<p>The moment I arrived in Florence, I was very happy, even though I was quite tired because I had not been able to sleep well in the coach section of the night train. I was asked to give a photograph and a completed questionnaire to Nivedak, one of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s students, in case I wanted to become a student. I gave Nivedak both even before I had listened to Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s performance! I felt that Nivedak&rsquo;s big heart and my happiness inspired me to act immediately. I decided to stay a few days longer in Florence to enjoy the springtime, because I was so happy there. But the next day, my happiness had disappeared. I realised that the reason for my happiness had been Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s inner and outer presence and not the springtime.</p>
<p>A few days later, just before leaving for Oslo, Sri Chinmoy accepted me as his student. I meditated very regularly and my general mood moved in a positive direction, but I did not have my celestial experience again. Was my choice wrong?</p>
<p>In April 1989, a year later, I stood beside the entrance to a hall with many tropical plants in the Hilton Hotel in Munich. Sri Chinmoy was there to meet and honour a Nobel Laureate in Physics. Suddenly Sri Chinmoy approached me as he went to welcome the Nobel Laureate, who was standing quite close to me. Sri Chinmoy looked briefly into my eyes. My consciousness changed. I felt deep inner peace and everything around me looked beautiful. The celestial feeling I had experienced was there again! This time it lasted for hours. From that day on, I was sure I had found the right person to lead me to enlightenment.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/celestial-experiences">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Dream</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Andrea Dahman</strong><br/>
<em>Augsburg, Germany</em></p>
<p>It was in the year 1987 that I started to be interested in Eastern philosophy. After reading Buddhist scriptures, I made several attempts to meditate, but I just did not know how to do it.</p>
<p>One night I had an extraordinary dream. I found myself in a huge church, waiting in a crowd of people for something, though I did not know what. Suddenly, somebody cried out: &quot;Here come the Masters!&quot; A door on the left side of the altar opened and out came in a long row the Masters of the world. As they were passing by, I saw that they were of all ages and nationalities, wearing costumes of great variety: Indians, Chinese, Christian monks and so forth.</p>
<p>Then I saw a kind of giant approaching. He was taller than all the others, very strong, an athlete. His skin was brown and shiny, his head was shaved, and over his bare chest he wore a big towel. When he was at my level, I noticed to my great astonishment that a person that looked like me, an image of myself, had leapt out of my chest. This other self stopped the giant, talking to him intensely, begging again and again. I could not hear what my other self was saying, but the giant turned his face to me and gave me a warm, compassionate smile. A moment later, he turned and walked away.</p>
<p>I woke up immediately. &quot;This was my Master&quot;, I said to myself. I was sure beyond a doubt. It was my soul that had shown him to me. But where was he? What was his name? Was he still alive? I started looking around, asking people whether they had heard anything about a spiritual Master with brown skin and a bald head. But nobody had.</p>
<p>Time went by. At one point I met a spiritual group with an Indian Master. I told them about my dream.</p>
<p>&quot;This was our Master, surely&quot;, they said. &quot;He meditates on Light and Sound and he does not take any money.&quot;</p>
<p>&#39;Please send me a photo,&#39; I answered. The photo came. It showed a friendly man wearing a turban and a beard. &quot;Sorry, this is not my Master&quot;, I told them.</p>
<p>Some time later, I started working in Heidelberg. One day, on my way home from work, I was walking through a small street called Kettengasse. In front of a music shop, I suddenly stopped. The door was open, and I glanced inside: there he was! In a big photograph just opposite the entrance, I saw the giant of my dream! His skin was brown and shiny; his head was shaved. He was lifting up a huge weight.</p>
<p>&quot;Who is he?&quot; I asked the girl inside.</p>
<p>&quot;This is Sri Chinmoy, a great spiritual Master,&quot; she answered.</p>
<p>&quot;Then he is my Master.&quot;, I said, and told her all about my dream. &quot;Has he written anything?&quot; I wanted to know.</p>
<p>&quot;Oh yes, a lot&quot;, she said. &quot;Start with his book <em>Meditation</em>!&quot; I bought the book and went home. I felt an incredible relief and started immediately to study it. I even tried to meditate on the picture of him that I found in the book.</p>
<p>After some weeks his students took me to a concert of the Master in Frankfurt. I was thrilled by his music, his luminous appearance. However, although he looked like the dream Master, he was only half the size! &quot;That is alright&quot;, they told me. &quot;Guru is a giant in the inner world, but in this world he looks quite normal.&quot;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/dream">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Flame in my Heart</h2><div class="field-item"><p>My real spiritual awakening I owe to my father, who gave me Hermann Hesse&rsquo;s book <em>Siddharta</em> to read when I was 15. This is the story of a Brahmin boy in India who leaves his home, joins a group of ascetics and lives in the desert. He meets Lord Buddha but is not satisfied with Lord Buddha&rsquo;s path. Finally, he finds his Guru and realises God. When I read that book, I immediately knew that my life would be a spiritual quest. I read the Koran, the Bible and books about Buddhism &ndash; but for me the most striking book was the Bhagavad Gita. This book I read over and over again.</p>
<p>When I was between 18 and 22, I tried to meditate and juggled a little with trying to develop occult power. Most importantly, I came across Indian classical music. In 1976, my wife Ajita and I made a five-week trip to India, visiting several Ashrams with the hope of finding our Guru. We went to Rishikesh and to the Ramana Maharshi Ashram in South India. Our last stop was the Sri Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry. We could not enter the Ashram but were told to go to Auroville, which is about 7 kilometres outside Pondicherry. There we slept in a straw hut with rats running about in the roof, looking down at us during the night. The next day we fled from the place and went back to Delhi, where I decided to become a music teacher. I felt some kind of power inside myself and had the urge to give something to humanity.</p>
<p>In Delhi we visited a music store, where I held a sitar in my hands for the first time. The touch and vibration of the instrument affected me deeply, and I decided that I had to learn this instrument. A few months later, back in Switzerland, Pandit Ravi Shankar gave a concert in my home town. I had my first spiritual experience during this concert. As we were leaving the concert hall, we met Abarita, who was outside distributing leaflets for a meditation class, which Ajita and I attended.</p>
<p>Abarita showed a film of Sri Chinmoy in samadhi<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_rplou9p" title="A high state of awareness where one is identified with the Universal Consciousness." href="#footnote1_rplou9p">1</a> and talked about meditation and Indian culture. I felt that I knew more about Indian culture than Abarita because I had visited India a few months earlier, whereas Abarita had never gone to India. So my pride came to the fore, not allowing me to see and feel Guru&rsquo;s light. Nevertheless, we went to the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Zurich for a meditation. There we saw Guru&rsquo;s Transcendental meditation photograph<a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_qxi1j9q" title="A photograph of Sri Chinmoy in the highest consciousness which his students use for meditation." href="#footnote2_qxi1j9q">2</a>, but nobody explained anything, and there were no books, nothing. I looked at the Transcendental photograph but did not understand what it was all about. So we did not become Guru&rsquo;s disciples at that time.</p>
<p>During the year 1977, I was torn with the desire to have a spiritual Master but with no idea of how to find one. At the same time I bought my first sitar and felt tremendous joy in experimenting with the instrument. Ajita and I decided to go to India to learn Indian classical music, with the intention of realising God through music. Then we were unable to get visas for India, so we decided to go to Sri Lanka.</p>
<p>In December 1977, we flew to Sri Lanka to learn Indian classical music from the best musician in the country for the next four years. In the beginning I still had my God-realisation in mind, but as I became more and more absorbed in the process of studying and practising music for many, many hours each day, I forgot about my spiritual search.</p>
<p>After four years, I realised that I would never be able to really play Indian classical music, and that I would just be fooling both the audience and myself if I were to announce myself as an Indian musician back in Europe. So we stopped studying music and started a programme of social education in Switzerland to address the heart-wrenching poverty that we had seen in both Sri Lanka and India. We&nbsp; wanted to go back to India one day to start an orphanage. The programme that Ajita and I started was a very good medium for self-knowledge and self-discovery. My inner urge for a higher life had once again been awakened, and I felt that &quot;the real thing&quot; was still missing from my life. My brother-in-law had had a Master for several years, and since I did not know of anybody else and was desperately in need of a spiritual Master, I wrote to his Master and applied to become his disciple. On his path, the diet is very strict; his students have to avoid not only meat and fish but also eggs.</p>
<p>Having been vegetarian already for many years, this did not seem to be a problem for me. However, because I was working and partly living in a home for deprived children, I wrote on my application that, due to my job, it would be too difficult to avoid eggs completely. I received the reply that I would not be accepted if I continued to eat eggs. I was desperate.</p>
<p>To complete my three years of music school, I was required to write a thesis. The subject of my thesis was music therapy using the tamboura, an Indian instrument. I wanted to try this therapy with one of the children in the home for deprived children where I worked, but I had no instrument. It was now 1986, 10 years after meeting Abarita outside Ravi Shankar&rsquo;s concert. I remembered that Abarita was dealing with Indian instruments, so I called him and asked whether he had a tamboura for me to buy. In the meantime, Abarita had set up his tofu factory and no longer had anything to do with Indian instruments. But he gave me the phone number of someone in Madal Bal, who agreed to purchase a tamboura for me. I was to pick it up from the Madal Bal health food store in Zurich</p>
<p>On this day, 2 January 1987, Ajita and I were still living in Appenzell, about 100 km away from Zurich. Our whole family, with Anupama, two years old, and Bandhavi, six months old, travelled by train to Zurich to visit the shop at Kreuzplatz. Gunthita was working in the shop. The tamboura was sitting there in one corner. I picked up the instrument and tried to tune it, but somehow I was not able to. I wondered what possibly could be wrong, as tuning the tamboura should not have been a problem for me. However, I simply could not tune it. I thought, well and good, let&rsquo;s do it the Indian way and give it a little time. So I placed the tamboura back in the corner and looked around the tiny shop.</p>
<p>There were many pictures of Sri Chinmoy, but one picture immediately struck me. Guru looked so happy in this picture and immediately made me jealous. Here was definitely somebody who had really found his goal, who was satisfaction incarnate. And I was not!</p>
<p>A recording of Gunthita&rsquo;s music group (named Fountain-Light at that time) was playing in the shop. I went back to the tamboura, and lo and behold, it was in tune. It was in tune exactly with the music that was playing. At that point I knew something was happening. I remember looking deep into Gunthita&rsquo;s eyes, searching for something special. But she just looked back at me with her open, cheerful eyes. I remember also buying one of the books that were for sale. The most important thing was that I felt Guru&rsquo;s light in my heart like a tiny candle flame &ndash; it was such a nice, warm, loving feeling.</p>
<p>Before leaving the shop with the tamboura, I asked Gunthita how to become Guru&rsquo;s disciple. She explained that we would have to send in our photos with an application. After leaving the shop, Guru&rsquo;s flame in my heart kept on burning. When I returned home, I sent my picture and application, and about a month later, I got a call saying that I was accepted as Guru&rsquo;s disciple.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_rplou9p"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_rplou9p">1.</a> A high state of awareness where one is identified with the Universal Consciousness.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_qxi1j9q"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_qxi1j9q">2.</a> A photograph of Sri Chinmoy in the highest consciousness which his students use for meditation.</li>
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<h2>A Quest for Happiness</h2><div class="field-item"><figure><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/meditation/images/abhinabha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>The spiritual life is a quest for happiness. From early childhood on, I was convinced that happiness is the meaning and purpose of life. Over the years that deep-rooted conviction has remained my raison d’être. To be happy or not to be happy, that is the question.</p>
<p>One day, when I was nineteen years old, I discovered that I was no longer happy. It was a revealing and somewhat shocking discovery. The childhood that was behind me had been full of happiness. I had been a lucky kid: plenty of friends, loving parents, a happy childhood. And even in my later teen years, you could say I was fortunate. I studied theatre sciences, which was something I loved, and I lived in Amsterdam, an exciting and 'happening' place. All the ingredients for a happy life were there, you might say. Yet I was not really happy.</p>
<p>There was a persistent superficiality about my life, which I was dreading more with every passing day. Conversations were always about the same kind of topics. Life revolved around studying, going to the theatre and hanging out in bars to talk and drink. I felt like a record playing the same tune over and over again. I was definitely missing something, although I couldn’t really put my finger on it. I guess I hungered for more profundity – a richer satisfaction than could be scraped from the daily grind of student life.</p>
<p>But what it was and how it could be found I had no idea. To quote Hamlet, I felt there was 'more between Heaven and earth' than most people cared for. I guess you could say I was spiritually hungry. At the time I was already meditating, just by myself. It was nice, but nothing special. My meditation practice was very separate from my daily dealings at the university.</p>
<p>It was during this period that I attended a lecture given by the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Amsterdam. How I got to the lecture in the first place is a funny story. At the university I had heard about an Indian guru who was supposed to give a lecture in a wellknown church. It triggered some inner response in me. I decided to go. The lecture started at 7 p.m., but for some reason I could not find the intended church, which was really weird because I was sure I had seen it many times.</p>
<p>It was already past seven, when a tiny poster caught my attention. The poster was hanging at the gate of a city park. On it was a small picture of a friendly Indian man and an aphorism about inner peace. The name underneath the picture read 'Sri Chinmoy'. It advertised a meditation lecture, but not the one I had planned to go to. I looked at the information underneath. This other lecture was starting that very evening at 7:30 p.m. The venue was nearby. 'All right, then let me just go there', I thought. I jumped on my bike and arrived well in time for the lecture to start. Bull’s eye – really one of life’s 'planned coincidences'. I sat there and drank it all in. That lecture changed my life.</p>
<p>The speaker was a man of about 40 years old, exuding some inner poise. He talked about an inner, spiritual life, about peace, love and happiness and how to bring these inner realities in ourselves to the fore through meditation. He was very inspired and very nice. His voice had a lot of kindness and love to it. What he said was like music to my ears. I left the lecture feeling a deep sense of peace and a joyful, exuberant feeling in my heart. I had found what I had really been looking for! It was as if a curtain was drawn from my eyes and suddenly there was this beautiful and greater view of life. It had somehow been waiting for me. It felt totally natural and 'right'.</p>
<p>For a couple of months I followed the meditation class offered by the Sri Chinmoy Centre. Gradually I became more inspired and enthusiastic about Sri Chinmoy’s philosophy. What really appealed to me was the combination of a profound and soulful inner life with a dynamic and versatile outer life.</p>
<p>But I also had my doubts. Becoming Sri Chinmoy’s disciple also meant giving up some of life’s pleasures. I was 20 years old at the time. Was I ready to become a spiritual person, a modern monk so to speak? The largest part of me was telling me to jump into the spiritual life, but a more conservative part was still holding me back.</p>
<p>It took me a long time to decide – I think I followed the beginner’s course for four months. And I would have lingered on even longer if it weren’t for two dreams I had that featured Guru. In the first dream, Guru was teaching songs to a group of his disciples, and I was also among them. In the second dream, Guru was in a Dutch town called Leiden, but in my dream it was spelled 'Lijden', which is the Dutch word for suffering. It was totally symbolic. Guru was there, and I remember he shook my hand and smiled at me, as if to say, 'I can take all of your suffering away.' When I woke up I felt a very spiritual energy and I knew I had to become Guru’s disciple. So I did. It turned out to be the best decision of my life. I have not regretted it for a moment.</p>
<p>I am extremely grateful to Sri Chinmoy for giving me the opportunity to discover the spiritual life. His loving inner and outer guidance have brought me many treasures and have given my life a purpose that colours my days with joy and satisfaction.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/quest-happiness">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Master&#039;s guidance</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I work at a museum in Warsaw, Poland, where I organise art exhibitions. Usually I tolerate my job, but at one time it was too much for me. I lost patience with my co-workers and manager.</p>
<p>Whenever I asked Guru for his advice if I could do something, the reply would come, "Yes, if it will not affect your job." This time I wanted to be really clever. I said to myself: "I will not tell anybody and I will not ask Guru for advice, because most likely he will say no to my sweet little plans. I will just say to my manager that I am immediately resigning my job!"</p>
<p>The next morning when I got up, I was absolutely sure that that day I would resign. I felt free and happy. When I came into my office, I sat down at my desk—just to leave my bag and go to my manager. Just then Agraha called and said that Guru wanted <img alt="shaivya-w-sari-1.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/shaivya-w-sari-1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />me to do something—he explained what it was. At the end he added, quite unexpectedly, "And Guru wants you not to quit your job."</p>
<p>So suddenly my secret and subtle plans had gone with the wind! And again Guru proved to be quicker and more clever than me.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Shaivya (Warsaw, Poland)</em></p>
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In May 1995, Guru came to Paris to give a concert. During a function, Guru asked what was happening with the running store that I wanted to open. At that time, I didn't have the money, but a few months later, I got it and opened the store, "Courez le But Vous Appelle."</p>
<p>In February 1999, Guru came to Paris to give another concert. Guru's running store in Paris was not going very well! I am not a real manager. Guru has always been kind enough to send disciples to be the manager, but they never stay. It seems like a game and I am all gratitude, depending entirely on him. Guru came to the store, and looked pleased and happy. It was so nice to see him there.</p>
<p>A few weeks later some seekers came to the store, and eventually three of them became Guru's disciples. I discovered one of them had been working for a big company for 14 years, reorganizing stores that were not doing well. A few days later, he came to work in Guru's store and we felt a new energy!</p>
<p>Some time ago we had a rather special customer in the store. He seemed like an ordinary customer, and he was not particularly a runner, but he liked the store. At first, around June 1997, he bought a little from time to time, but in the end, around <img alt="unnatishil.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/unnatishil.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />November 1997, he was buying a lot every day, for himself, his family and friends, around $1,000 a week. For me it was Guru's incredible compassion. That December, during the Christmas trip, I spoke to Guru about this man and Guru said this "customer" saw God in me.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Unnatishil (Paris, France)</em></p>
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After one and a half years on the path, I began to consider going back to university. I left my work at one of the divine enterprises and began to clean houses to increase my savings, but I felt lost and miserable. As a solution, I decided to stop each day at noon and pray to the Supreme to show me how to be a more integral part of my Guru's mission. Not even one month later, Nishtha called to tell me that Guru wanted her to open a restaurant and me to work with her. I was shocked and surprised that this could possibly be the answer to my noon prayers.</p>
<p>After a few weeks of searching for a restaurant, Nishtha heard from Guru an "all new plan": she would be the new owner of Annam Brahma. We were to open immediately!</p>
<p>For months I thought I was sent just to help Nishtha get started and soon Guru would reveal my real role, a job at the UN or whatever. One day while cooking at Annam Brahma, I gazed out the kitchen window, praying to Guru to help me. I felt a red thread holding me to my Guru's heart.</p>
<p><img alt="pranika.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/pranika.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Shortly after that, Nishtha was labelling drinks for all the workers and without knowing why, she wrote the initial "P" on my cup. A few days later I received my soul's name, and part of the meaning was "…the thread that links you to the Supreme. Without it there is no consciousness…"</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Pranika (New York)</em></p>
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<p><br/>
Three years ago I was running a 100 km race. It was very, very hot—extremely and unbearably hot. I was running fast—maybe too fast for this hot and sunny day. During the race everything was quite normal. I just felt a little bit sick in the stomach, but this is not unusual when you are running long distances, so I did not take it seriously.</p>
<p>After finishing the race, I tried to relax in the medical tent, but I became more and more sick. When people asked me questions, my reactions became slower and slower, and my eyes bigger and bigger. My conscious awareness of what was going on became worse. They brought me to the hospital, because nobody really knew what was wrong with me. Seven hours after I had finished the race, my whole body started cramping and I lost consciousness. From that moment on I have no remembrance; I was in a coma.</p>
<p>Afterwards the doctors told me that I had something very unusual, called edema. Water from the body rises into the brain and the brain wants to expand, but because there is no room for it to expand, it stops functioning—which usually leads to death. I was in a coma for three days. They almost operated on my brain, but fortunately, I became better.</p>
<p><img alt="shamita-1190527.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/shamita-1190527.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The doctors told my husband that there was hardly any chance that I would survive. Guru was informed immediately and said, "Everything will be fine. I am constantly with her. There will be no damage." And he was absolutely correct: I am now fine.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Shamita (Vienna)</em></p>
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<p><br/>
When I was a child, I was very dynamic. I used to play the whole day. At that time I had a problem with my heart which I kept to myself. Nobody but the Supreme knew about it. Sometimes I had very severe pain on the left side of my chest. I couldn't breathe properly, so I had to stay calm and inhale slowly and carefully. The pain would then disappear after a few minutes and I would be able to continue my normal breathing.</p>
<p>Once when I was 16 years old, the pain lasted for more than 10 minutes. I was alone and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't afraid, although I thought it might be the end of my life. When the pain disappeared, I started to breathe with great joy, slowly and carefully enjoying every breath. Suddenly, everything became peaceful and I heard a voice saying, "You will live 42 years." I was a boy and that was very far in the future. I forgot about it almost immediately.</p>
<p>Years passed by and in 1983 I became Sri Chinmoy's disciple. In January 1991, Guru told me that he would give me my spiritual name the next time he would see me. During April Celebrations, I was very eager to get my name and felt extremely happy. As the end of the Celebrations approached, I started to feel a weakness. After the function when Sri Chinmoy played on 27 pianos, I felt a little better and went to bed. During the night I woke up to go to the bathroom and the feeling of weakness returned. Later I found myself lying on the floor. I didn't remember what had happened. A disciple from Austria was there and he called another disciple who was a doctor. The doctor told me that I should rest and everything would be better.</p>
<p>When Jagattarini, my Centre leader, heard about this, she informed Guru immediately. Guru just smiled and said, "I know about that. Find a car and take him to the hospital." When I arrived at the hospital they found out that I had internal bleeding and wanted to operate. They asked me to sign a consent for an operation. My first thought was that I had to ask Guru, but the next moment I had a very strong feeling I should sign the consent, so I signed. Then I remembered the words that I had heard from the inner world when I was 16. I wasn't afraid. I just said, "Supreme, if it is Your Will, let it be."</p>
<p>From that moment on I do not know what happened in the outer world, but in the inner world I heard Guru saying to me, "From now on, during the next 36 hours, you have to consciously breathe." I obeyed immediately. After I exhaled, I would often forget to inhale again. In those moments, I would hear a voice saying, "Breathe in, breathe in."</p>
<p>The inner world wasn't pleasant at all. I was in some deserted surrounding. There were no leaves on the trees and the grass was gray. I was surrounded by wild animals that were trying to attack me. Again, I didn't feel fear and I bravely defended myself. At the same time I was sinking in the mud. When I was about to sink completely, I said again, "Supreme, if it is Your Will, then let it be." In the next moment, everything changed and I flew above the mud. When I reached the highest point I saw a beautiful place, unbelievably beautiful. This happened a few times. By repeating the Supreme's name, I flew from the mud to Heaven.</p>
<p>After some time I found myself in a very beautiful place. Everything was like a fairy tale. My friends from childhood were there. I was in a small cottage whose walls were covered with drawers. I had to solve the puzzle. If I succeeded, I would get an award and that would be a beautiful girl. But I didn't want a beautiful girl. All I wanted was to search for God, so I decided to leave that place. As I left the cottage, something forced me to turn back and I saw a beautiful girl looking at me sadly. I said to myself, "Sorry, but I have to follow my own way." I turned and went forward, but suddenly I realised that the cottage represented my own body, the drawers were the states of my consciousness and the girl, my own soul. I realised that I had no need to search anywhere else for God.</p>
<p>The operation was very difficult and lasted about 6 hours. The doctors told me that I was practically dead when I came to the hospital. They also told me that they had heard about Guru and that it was he who saved my life. They told me that it was a Higher Force.</p>
<p>Just as Guru had promised, he gave me my spiritual name. I feel deepest gratitude for the new life Guru granted me.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Tyagananda (Belgrade)</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/guidance">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Is it unspiritual to care about winning?</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Spiritual philosophy teaches us to be detached from the result of our actions. Sri Chinmoy writes that the right attitude is to take victory and defeat in the same spirit.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Who is the winner? Not he who wins, but he who has established his cheerful oneness with the result, which is an experience in the form of failure or success, a journey forward or a journey backward.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_w67t1ak" title="Everest Aspiration Part 3, Agni Press, 1977" href="#footnote1_w67t1ak">1</a></p>
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<p>When racing I try to bear this in mind. But, as well as taking victory or defeat in the right spirit, I still like very much to win. I feel the secret is to concentrate on your own performance – to race to your potential, to strive for greater efforts and speed and not worry about others. If we are competing with ourselves, then it is a spiritual discipline. If we are only concerned about winning, we start focusing on other competitors and just try to beat them. In a way this dissipates our energy because we are worrying about others getting faster, etc.</p>
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<p>In racing, mental preparation also plays a key role. The first step is to concentrate on a positive visualisation of doing well. This is not a visualisation of seeing yourself at the top of the results board, but a visualisation of doing the best possible race. When racing, it is also very important to have the right motivation, enthusiasm and concentration.  When racing, as much as possible, I try to keep the mind quiet and blank. In a short intense race, such as a hill climb, this is quite possible. It is a very striking experience when the body is numb with pain, fighting every signal to slow down, and you are just experiencing this mixture of sensation and mental quiet. The effort needs to be so intense that thinking random thoughts feels as if you are dissipating your precious energy.</p>
<p>When you can race at that intensity, being completely detached from thoughts, you feel you are giving your best performance. Some of my most disappointing results come when the mind gets distracted and I start thinking and doubting myself.</p>
<p>I wouldn’t say racing with a clear mind is like meditation. There is a great pain in the body and part of you is screaming for it to end, but it feels that with a silent mind you can maximise your limited energy; it also feels an exhilarating experience – at least when you collapse over the finish line.</p>
<p>For longer races, keeping a completely quiet mind is not possible. In long time trials, e.g. 100 mile TT, it becomes quite easy for the mind to start wandering. In these kinds of races, I may inwardly repeat a mantra (sacred word) or concentrate on visualisation techniques.</p>
<p>On one of the few occasions Sri Chinmoy spoke to me, it was about cycling. He took an interest in my races and liked to see the results of the races I did.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy was involved in so many multifarious activities during his 76 years on earth, that it is perhaps not surprising that he also tried his hand at cycling. In the 1970s, Sri Chinmoy and other members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre took part in a 24-hour cycle race around Central Park, New York. For a few weeks before the race, Guru would go with disciples to practise cycling in Flushing Meadows Park. Being relatively untrained, he didn’t find cycling easy, but with great determination he completed three 24-hour races. After his last cycling 24-hour race in 1979, Guru increasingly focused on long-distance running, completing several marathons and ultra-marathons.</p>
<p>In one sense, Guru didn’t have to be involved in so many different activities. But, I feel he was trying to show that spirituality could be applied to any aspect of life. It was certainly inspiring to know Guru had tried cycling with great enthusiasm. </p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_w67t1ak"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_w67t1ak">1.</a> <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ea_3"><em>Everest Aspiration Part 3,</em></a> Agni Press, 1977</li>
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<h2>My Life with Sri Chinmoy: a book</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="tejvan-26.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/uk/storyimages/tejvan-26.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This is an account of why I became a disciple of my Guru, Sri Chinmoy, and also some of my experiences from following a spiritual life.</p>
<p>It is very much a personal perspective and only a partial insight into the teachings and life of Sri Chinmoy. But hopefully some of the themes expressed in this book will sound familiar to those treading their own spiritual path.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/book-my-life-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sweet moments with Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><h3>
We Know How to Serve</h3>
<p><em>by Sanjay Rawal, New York, USA</em><br/>
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<img alt="sanjay.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/sanjay.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Last weekend, one of Sri Chinmoy's friends was in a city very near to one which has a large meditation center. A few of Sri Chinmoy's students took him and his family to the airport for their morning flight. After affectionate goodbyes, they departed.<br/>
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Nearly ten hours later I received a call from them that their plane still had not left and after hours of waiting, they were finally informed that the flight would ultimately be cancelled and postponed to a later date, as yet unknown! Sri Chinmoy's friend was asking very sweetly - but with a sense of urgency beset by sheer exhaustion - if there were any chance that a student of Sri Chinmoy could drive him home.<br/>
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I gulped and hesistated knowing that his home was hours upon hours away by car. Without displaying my anxiety I asked him if I could call him back. I did not know what to do and finally decided to see if I could send a message to Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
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To my surprise, Sri Chinmoy called me and asked the details. A normal person (like me!!) would have felt that this kind of request was out of the bounds of friendship and that to ask such a thing would be a tremendous imposition and burden. Naturally, I was reacting with my mind.<br/>
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When I had explained the full situation to Sri Chinmoy, without batting an eyelid, Sri Chinmoy suggested two students to rent a van and drive the long long distance to the friend's home. Sri Chinmoy went even further and added that the students should not ask money of the friend, but should send the bill to Sri Chinmoy!<br/>
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The two students accepted Sri Chinmoy's request very enthusiastically and fetched the friend and his family and drove them well through the night to their homes. The friend called me immediately upon arrival to express his boundless gratitude to Sri Chinmoy for the amazing amazing service in a time of sincere need.<br/>
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The next night Sri Chinmoy asked me what had happened. When I told him how pleased his friend was and how much he loved the two students, Sri Chinmoy smiled very powerfully and proudly and exclaimed, "See! We know how to serve. We know how to serve!"<br/>
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Two Stories</h3>
<p>by Nayak Polissar, Seattle, USA</p>
<p><img alt="nayak.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/nayak.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy loves to play flute. And, his playing is very beautiful, very transporting, very intense in a most sublime way. He has received as gifts some very nice flutes. He treasures his flutes. At one of our celebrations, he was sitting with us listening to one of his students play flute - a performance of several minutes. This young woman played very beautifully, very, very beautifully. You could not sit there without feeling something special from it. It was just remarkable.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy had his own flute by his side. At the end of her performance, there was tremendous applause, and then a few moments of silence, as we waited to see how Sri Chinmoy would respond to this superb performance.<br/>
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What did he do? He picked up his flute and handed it to this young lady. If you know how much Sri Chinmoy loves music and loves his instruments, and if you know that he plays flute among his top instruments at every single concert, and if you know that this was his favorite flute at that moment, then you know what a beautiful gesture this was.<br/>
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Emotion welled up within all of us at this great gift to a gifted performer and to all of us.</p>
<p class="rtecenter">* * *</p>
<p>Some 10 or more years ago, Mridul, the veterinarian, was caring for Sri Chinmoy's cute little dog, who was extremely sick. In fact, Mridul phoned Sri Chinmoy at one point and told him that his dog was "gone". The Master said, no, no, that can't be and was greatly distressed, for this is the little dog that would come upstairs to sleep with him and who was his "master" with lonely dog cries if he was left downstairs. So, Sri Chinmoy would not believe that the dog was gone. Then Mridul phoned back just a little while later that the dog was not gone. Great relief.<br/>
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After a time, who arrives at the vet Mridul's place but Sri Chinmoy, who was concerned and concerned about his dog. This was a remarkable visit, because the Master was on the verge of flying off to see a very, very important person, but he squeezed in this visit because of his fondness for the dog.<br/>
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Everest-Aspiration</h3>
<p><em>by Arpan DeAngelo, New York</em></p>
<p><img alt="arpan.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/arpan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />To continue some inspiring stories about Sri Chinmoy's pioneering events of the 70's, I wish to tell a personal experience from July 13, 1977. During that month Sri Chinmoy was creating and offering extremely inspiring and elevating talks which were mostly extemporaneous, called 'Everest-Aspiration', as many of you well know.<br/>
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There were six talks given the evening of July 13, 1977 <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_elx90q7" title="These talks can be found at Everest Aspiration Part 2, Agni Press, 1977 - they are, namely, 'You And Your Perfection', 'Yoga And Oneness', 'Hatha Yoga', 'Intuition', 'Perfection', 'If You Have, Then Come To Me' " href="#footnote1_elx90q7">1</a> at Yoga-Life Perfection, an enterprise where I worked as a yoga teacher.<br/>
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It was a hot summer night and the studio was a large loft on the second floor of a big building on the East side around 35th St. There were only about 30 people invited which made the room full enough for an intimate function which included some plays and songs. But the crowning event was Sri Chinmoy reading the latest Everest-Aspiration talks that he had just created during the day and on his way to Manhattan.<br/>
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It was around 9:30p.m. when Sri Chinmoy started soulfully reading out the talks. In the past he had many times extemporaneously created them as he recited them in a very high trance-like consciousness. He seemed to enjoy reading them that night while still maintaining a very high state of consciousness. We were all very inspired and excited because some of them were about Yoga, Perfection and Intuition.<br/>
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I also noticed something a bit peculiar. Sri Chinmoy had a battery powered portable flashlight with a little fan on the other end of it which I never had seen him with before. For some reason I noticed that he had it with him the whole time since he had walked into the studio. During one of the talks, around 9:40 or so, the lights all of a sudden went out along with the air conditioner which was on as there were no open windows to speak of. Immediately Sri Chinmoy turned on his trusty little flashlight and fan almost as if he had known there would be a power failure. He just kept on reading his talks, unphased by the sudden event which turned out to be the biggest blackout in New York history. Some of the guys scrambled to see if the breakers had tripped in the building and I went to open a window for some air. When I looked out the window, I noticed that there were no lights anywhere in New York City. Realizing that we would not get any lights or air conditioner back, some of the boys starting fanning our Teacher with prasad trays. I think Adhiratha was doing it with me, if he can recall it.<br/>
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I was both amused and worried that Sri Chinmoy would be too hot or uncomfortable to finish the talks. But he did finish with the incredible "If you have, then come to me" talk. When you read that poem or talk, just try to visualise Sri Chinmoy seated in a hot, dark second floor loft in the middle of Manhattan at the start of a very serious blackout sitting with his trusty penlight-fan and being cooled by plastic food trays while still maintaining an incredibly high and soulful consciousness as he was creating another Immortal Everest-Aspiration gem.<br/>
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Soon after the last talk and a short meditation, some of his students escorted him down the stairwell with flashlights as the elevator was not working either. I believe that most of the students from Jamaica, Queens had come in a yellow school bus they used back then. I stayed in Manhattan since the subways were not operating and I had to go to work the next day close by.<br/>
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Walking to work from a friend's apartment in Manhattan was an eerie but peaceful feeling. There were no traffic lights, so traffic was quite slow and was being directed by police and volunteers. Everywhere there seemed to be a feeling of oneness, of sharing a common serious problem which required people cooperating with a sense of oneness.<br/>
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Of course there were exceptions to this golden rule, but in general it seemed as if a great Spiritual Master had left an impression on the City that night with his soul stirring talks about oneness, perfection and intuition, which he so clearly demonstrated with his own actions and words.<br/>
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One more thing which most people may not know. Notice the dates of the talks which started on July 1 and ended on July 20th. Sri Chinmoy's wish was to give 100 talks and, I believe, 100 esraj concerts in the month of July, a seemingly impossible task. But the impossible once again surrendered to this Great Master as it only took twenty days, and not the whole 31 days of July, to give the talks.<br/>
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Everything is for the Best</h3>
<p><em>by Sudhira Hay</em></p>
<p><img alt="sudhira.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/sudhira.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Actually, a few years ago Sri Chinmoy wished a singing group that I am in to perform a couple of songs at on of his public concerts. He informed the group of this when the leader happened to be absent, and due to forgetfulness or just plain lack of thought, the leader was not informed until 5 minutes before the concert. We performed ok, but the leader was understandably perturbed that she had had no notice and had not had a chance to practise with us. Somehow the story got to Sri Chinmoy, whose reply was, (and I paraphrase) "these things happen. and when they do, you just have to tell yourself: (following are the actual words) "Life is like that. Everything is for the best."<br/>
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Sudhira<br/>
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Faith, Faith, Faith!</h3>
<p><em>by Shobhavati Davies, Christchurch, New Zealand</em></p>
<p><img alt="shobavati-davis.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/shobavati-davis.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When Sri Chinmoy came to our Centre in December 2002 he told stories about the importance of faith in our lives. I was having a particularly hard time with intense headaches which had been going on constantly for almost a year. I decided that I could not handle this experience anymore and that something had to change, my patience was thin and I could feel my consciousness plummeting. That fateful day Guru told cute stories about his childhood and experiences such as his father having the capacity to cure headaches with a stick. These are a couple of excerpts from the conclusion of the talk (unofficial):<br/>
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<em>"Faith, faith, faith! If you have faith you can do anything, climb up the mountain. Impossibility remains a dictionary word if you have faith in your teacher, in yourself or in any individual.<br/>
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The spiritual life means the constant increase of faith in God, in the teacher and in ourselves. Then faith itself is the miracle of miracles."</em><br/>
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As Sri Chinmoy was talking I felt heaviness depart from my head and a new lightness ascend. Although I still often have headaches they are not nearly as bad, and my whole attitude has transformed towards a more positive stance.<br/>
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So many Souls</h3>
<p><em>by Projjwal Pohland</em><br/>
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<img alt="projjwal.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/projjwal.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />March 24, 1984 - the date of Sri Chinmoy's first large Peace Concert in Cologne, Germany - was a remarkable day that will always be remembered by all the German students – especially by those who were fortunate enough to have been there.<br/>
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It was remarkable because it was the first concert where 8,000 music lovers (in those days an unbelievable number) joined together for a beautiful and powerful performance of Maestro Sri Chinmoy. If I remember correctly, the biggest concert up to then had just over 1,000 people. So you can imagine the excitement and delight that we had on that day.<br/>
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It all started about 8 months before, when Sri Chinmoy expressed his wish to give a concert in Germany that would transcend the number of 1,000. The German meditation centres as well as the ones in Switzerland, Austria, Italy and other European nations accepted that as a challenge, and started full of enthusiasm, eagerness and dynamism. A few months before the concert there were already a few thousand reservations, and the expected number of people was raised to 3,000 – an unbelievable number in those days. Still a few months later, the number was raised again to 7,000 – something so "grand" that our minds could not believe what happened!<br/>
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I clearly remember a few delightful moments from the day itself:<br/>
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A few hours before the start of the concert, everybody (including Sri Chinmoy) was so excited about the event! There had been tens of thousands of tickets distributed to people all over Germany and even neighbouring countries. We has no idea how many people would actually show up, and no basis in experience to guess. So a few hours before, we all drove to the concert hall and we could not believe our eyes. There were literally hundreds of cars and dozens of buses driving into the huge parking lots and slowly filling them up. Countless people with bags and blankets started to walk to the hall – almost like a pilgrimage. All these people actually came to see Sri Chinmoy in concert – Guru was so happy!!!<br/>
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About 15 minutes before the start of the concert, the hall was full up to the last seat – over 8,000 people had come! I was fortunate enough to spend the last moments before the start with Sri Chinmoy, and I will never forget how he peeked through the curtain backstage into the audience and just said: "So many souls, so many souls have come!"<br/>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_elx90q7"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_elx90q7">1.</a> These talks can be found at <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ea_2"><em>Everest Aspiration Part 2,</em></a> Agni Press, 1977 - they are, namely,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/4/index.html"> 'You And Your Perfection'</a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/5/index.html">, 'Yoga And Oneness'</a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/6/index.html">, 'Hatha Yoga'</a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/7/index.html">, 'Intuition'</a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/8/index.html">, 'Perfection</a><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0353/1/9/index.html">', 'If You Have, Then Come To Me'</a> </li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/sweet-moments-with-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The oneness of all paths - personal experiences</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Some personal experiences of the oneness of all paths and other interfaith activities of the Sri Chinmoy Centre.</p>
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<p>Many, many years ago I was visiting a restaurant owned by Sri Chinmoy's students in San Francisco along with Sri Chinmoy. When Sri Chinmoy was leaving the restaurant, I was standing next to a young woman. Guru walked past the both of us, suddenly stopped, and seemingly without any outer beckoning came back and faced the young woman with eyes closed. Because I was right there, I could not help but be privy to his words, which went something like this:<br/>
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"You are having trouble reconciling my life and the life of the Christ. Think of it this way. Think that the Christ is the boss, but he is in heaven. You can think of me as his secretary. My job is to screen people in preparation for meeting the boss!" (Remember, this is my memory...but it's close.)<br/>
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Then Sri Chinmoy went on. "But I tell you, if you cry in your heart for the Christ...when you find him in your heart, there also you will find me. Or if you cry for me in your heart, when you find me, there also you will find the Christ."<br/>
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Now, as regards a personal experience...I was raised in the Jewish faith. I had no connection with the Christ as a child. But as soon as I became Sri Chinmoy's student, it awakened in me a powerful and intimate association with the Christ, for which I am grateful.<br/>
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One of my dearest friends, Sunil, prayed to the Christ for a master in the physical. When he saw Guru for the first time, he immediately felt that the Christ had made this possible, and that it was an answer to his prayers.</p>
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(London)</em><br/>
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At our Sunday Centre meditation we focused on Avatars. A couple of people read from Sri Chinmoy's plays on the Buddha and Sri Krishna. The great quote of Krishna's was read out:<br/>
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<em>"Weapons cannot cleave the soul, Fire cannot burn the soul, Water cannot drench the soul, Wind cannot dry the soul."</em><br/>
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For some reason it really struck home and I felt a new confidence and faith in my soul's immortality. The next day when plagued by dumb thoughts I said to them "That's enough! I am my soul, so you thoughts buzz off!" It was great!</p>
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<p><em><strong><em>Mukti</em></strong><img alt="mukti_0.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/mukti_0.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><br/>
(Ottawa)</em><br/>
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In the early days of the Ottawa Centre, Nivedita, who had come from a very orthodox Roman Catholic upbringing, used to tell me that every time she sat down to meditate on Guru's Transcendental photo, she would see superimposed on the photo the Sacred Heart of Jesus, which she had long revered. She asked what this might mean. The Centre Head told her that it was her soul telling her that all she had adored in the Sacred Heart was to be found in meditating on Guru's photo.<br/>
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Some time later Maitreyi joined the Centre, arriving back in Canada after ten years of intensive Zen discipline in Japan. She noticed for some time that when she meditated on Guru's Transcendental photo, she would see the wheel of the Dharma superimposed on Guru's third eye. Again the explanation was given that everything she had revered in Buddhism was to be found in meditating on Guru.</p>
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Interfaith stories through the Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run</h3>
<p>The Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run is a relay run to promote the ideals of peace and harmony. The run seeks to bring people together from all backgrounds. As the Peace Run travels around the world, it frequently participates in interfaith events and meets with followers of different religions.</p>
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<p>Pope Francis blesses the Peace Torch in St Peter's square. 22nd April, 2015 (Photo Credit: L'Osservatore Romano)</p>
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<p>Peace Run welcomed by the Reverend-Canon Chancellor at York Minister 22 May, 2014 (<a href="http://www.yorkpress.co.uk/news/11229386.Peace_torch_carried_to_York_Minster_by_runners/">York Press.co.uk</a>)</p>
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<p>The Peace Run team visit a local Mosque in  Hamburg, Germany <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/de/news/2015/0623/1305/">23 June, 2015</a></p>
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<p>Interfaith service in Bali, Indonesia, led by Hindu preist Ida Pedanda Gde Wayahan Bun, <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/id/news/2015/0131/1163/">31 January, 2015</a></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run meets local Sikh community. Hamburg, Germany <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/de/news/2015/0623/1305/">23 June, 2015</a></p>
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<p>Buddhist community, Princeton, New Jersey, <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/us/news/2014/0419/393/">19 April, 2014</a></p>
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Interfaith at the United Nations</h3>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy participated in interfaith events at the United Nations.</p>
<p>See more at: <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/interfaith">Sri Chinmoy.org </a>and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/interfaith">Interfaith at Sri Chinmoy Centre</a></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy choir participate in United Nations interfaith event. <a href="http://www.srichinmoybio.co.uk/news/music/p-interfaith-ceremony-at-united-nations/">15 February, 2013</a></p>
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<img alt="sanjaya-spettigue1.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/sanjaya-spettigue1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Thought of the day - Sanjaya Spettigue</h3>
<p>Sanjaya Martin Spettigue is the chairman of the Suffolk Interfaith Centre and is active in promoting interfaith activities in his local town of Ipswich. Sanjaya has also participated in the UK interfaith network</p>
<p>For many years, Sanjaya offered a inter-denominational "Thought of the Day" for BBC Radio Suffolk - which often looked at pertinent issues, from the perspective of different religious and spiritual traditions. Sanjaya has been a member of the Sri Chinmoy Centre since the early 1970s</p>
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<a href="http://radiosrichinmoy.org/thought-of-the-day/">Thought of the Day</a> at Radio Sri Chinmoy</li>
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<img alt="Ushasi.jpg" class="left lazyload" title="Ushasi - author" data-src="http://aum.vasudevaserver.netdna-cdn.com/cdn/farfuture/U-NiOWzE6lCia2gEdeQMrPL0yGT6vQckfdVXB1A_y5U/mtime:1325228942/files/images/books/Ushasi.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><strong>Ushasi Thompson - <em>Thy Will Be Done</em></strong></h3>
<p><em>Thy Will Be Done: A Christian Journey to Sri Chinmoy </em>was written by Ushasi Jill Thompson.  The book tells the story of a seeker’s journey to become closer to God through prayer and meditation.  Beginning with a Christian conversion experience, the book traverses the further experiences and journey of a seeker aspiring to surrender to God’s Will for her life. With utmost devotion to Jesus Christ, the author searches for ever closer ways to know and unfold that divinity which is, indeed, in each of us. The book was written to share her experiences not only with her Sri Chinmoy family but also with those who have an abiding and deep connection to Jesus Christ and Christianity.</p>
<p>Read More at: <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/thy-will-be-done-ushasi-thompson">Thy Will Be Done</a></p>
<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/interfaith">Interfaith at Sri Chinmoy.org </a></li>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/interfaith">Interfaith at Sri Chinmoy Centre</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/interfaith">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Life on Sri Chinmoy&#039;s Path - an overview</h2><div class="field-item"><h3>
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path</h3>
<p><strong>by Aruna Pohland</strong><br/>
<em>Augsburg, Germany</em></p>
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<p>When I was 2 1/2 years old, my parents took me along for the first time to Sri Chinmoy's birthday celebrations in New York, so I met him for the first time. I do not remember so much from those early years, but for me, the most important thing is that I do not remember a life without Sri Chinmoy and his guidance and love.</p>
<p>How Sri Chinmoy answers children's questions is fantastic. It is simple and totally understandable, and that is how I remember it from my childhood. Nothing was ever "not understood." Everything always made perfect sense, because I was always told the truth in a very simple way, as you can only tell a child. And I still feel the same way now that I am 28 years old!!! Whenever I have the opportunity to ask Sri Chinmoy something and expect a grand complex answer, he replies in the simplest possible way - that totally makes sense when you hear it. It blows your mind away! - and you ask yourself, "Why didn't I think of that myself before?!"<br/>
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During my entire childhood and teenage years, and now in my adult life, I have always felt protected somehow, inwardly and outwardly. My parents raised me as Sri Chinmoy advises parents to raise a child - although I think they did it intuitively, led by God, because they themselves were still children, and still are, more than me sometimes. :)</p>
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they showered me with love, guidance, compassion, forgiveness (especially my mother), oneness</li>
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they taught me the results of their own spirituality, not always consciously, but through their behaviour</li>
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I am most grateful to them for loving the spiritual Aruna more than the ordinary person Aruna, for that is the ultimate love of a parent, the only real love.<br/>
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Sure, there were some hard times in my life - growing up isn't always easy; but whatever happened, I always knew it will be taken care of, it will turn out okay, it is for the best. I never lost my faith completely. And it always turned out fine. And I know in every life situation my teacher Sri Chinmoy was present, watching me, guiding me, showing me the right way.<br/>
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Now when I think back, I had a great childhood - I still do! We travel alot, getting to know the world, widening our view. I've always had great friends I know I can trust who share the same interest in spirituality; I always feel protected, safe and happy among my friends at Sri Chinmoy Centre, which is like an extended family.<br/>
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When I look at some children or teenagers who do not have spirituality, and see how lost they are, how sad, how confused, how rude they are, what language they use, how they treat others, I feel grateful that I was able to live a life like mine. My gratitude to Sri Chinmoy for blessing me with such a great life.</p>
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The story of my life</h3>
<p><strong>by Behala Hammerl</strong><br/>
<em>Salzburg, Austria</em></p>
<p><img alt="behala-hammerl.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/users/behala-hammerl/behala-hammerl.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It is only a little story that I would like to write down, but for me it is the story of my life.<br/>
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What is so special about it? If I look back and think of my childhood dreams – I wanted horses, I wanted to become a nurse, I dreamt of a family with lots of children – all this became reality. The foundation for a firm faith was laid in my childhood, and the confidence in the ONE grew continuously within me until it reached the certainty that everything is in His Hands. I was told many times "You live on the sunny side of life", or "You made a special deal with Heaven", and indeed I felt deep within me great happiness and gratitude. I always felt happy, and the small and not so small challenges in life increased my confidence in God.<br/>
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However, there was something within me that propelled me to go forward, that sent me on a quest for more depth, for a deeper meaning in life. I wanted to become even closer to the ONE that seemed to be always close to me. The Catholic faith could not fulfil this desire of mine. I took Hatha Yoga classes, did two levels of Reiki and always had the feeling I was making headway – at least for a short time.<br/>
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One day, my two daughters discovered a poster about meditation. They were also seekers and thought that I might be interested in meditation as well, so we went together to this meditation class. Very quickly I felt that my search had come to an end, and that my inner journey was beginning. I had found a spiritual Master (or did my Master find me?), although back then I knew very little about the Master-disciple relationship.<br/>
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I have been meditating for the last 13 years and know now the real meaning of happiness. My life has become a spiritual adventure; every day can bring me closer to my goal if I use the opportunities given to me. Sri Chinmoy teaches me inwardly - he establishes a connection to my core, to myself, to my SELF. My teacher has transformed me, transformed something within me and broadened my horizon.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy encourages his students to meditate in groups. This helps us to make contact with kindred spirits, not only in Austria but all over the world. To meet with hundreds of people at concerts or in New York fosters the feeling of oneness and gives us the inspiration to continue on this spiritual path. Since my husband and our four children have also chosen this path, we aspire together towards a higher goal.<br/>
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Moments you never forget</h3>
<p><strong>by Ghantika Hammerl </strong><br/>
<em>Graz, Austria</em><br/>
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<img alt="ghantika-hammerl.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/users/ghantika-hammerl/ghantika-hammerl.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />There are moments in life that you never forget and never want to forget. I remember such an instant, in my teenage years, when I once seriously asked myself what would happen to me, to my life. Everybody probably wishes it might be something special, something beautiful.<br/>
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Shortly after this reflective moment, I discovered something completely new through a meditation class: a spiritual path, Sri Chinmoy’s path. I was fascinated by Sri Chinmoy’s books. They answered my questions and opened a new world.<br/>
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Today, with deep gratitude, I can look back at countless special and unforgettable moments. Moments with my meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy, in his elevating and blessingful presence. And numerous experiences as well, inner and outer, that I had during meditation, with other people, in my daily life. I look back at a truly fulfilled life with ever-increasing happiness and everexpanding experiences. Every day, I learn more and more to value the force of positive thoughts and the power of the heart and to rely on the inner guidance.<br/>
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My parents, my two sisters and my brother are Sri Chinmoy’s disciples as well. Not least because of that our family ties are very strong. The exchange of experiences and feelings within our family is a source of constant inspiration.<br/>
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 </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/life-sri-chinmoys-path-overview">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>First steps on the Spiritual Path - short stories</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>from Sri Chinmoy's students around the world</strong></p>
<h3>"It is your mind that has no Master yet, but your heart has."</h3>
<p>Once we met a very interesting Chinese man, a coach of oriental wrestling named Chin Pin Sin. Raised by his grandfather, a Buddhist monk, he had stayed in a monastery since the age of 12. When we met him, he was about 40.</p>
<p>At that time, a group of friends and we studied Sri Aurobindo's books on our own and tried to practise meditation. One day we were waiting with this group for a long time to meet the Chinese man, but he did not come. When only four of us remained, he suddenly arrived. He explained that he had taken so long because he was waiting for the merely curious people to leave.</p>
<p>We had a long and interesting conversation. He was smiling at us and explaining what our mistakes were. When we asked him to accept us as disciples, he said that it was not possible because we had a Master already. We tried to explain that we had no Master, but he said, "It is your mind that has no Master yet, but your heart has."</p>
<p>He said that he saw our Master above our heads. He added that he did not know the earthly name of our spiritual Master, but that he clearly saw that this was a very strong and divine spiritual Master, that his disciples were Heavenly soldiers and that we were going to join a higher path than the one he was following. We would not meditate as he did, but the Master would meditate through us.</p>
<p>At the end he said, "The Master will himself bring you to the path. Please, wait and be careful." He also said that we should not meet him any more, and it would be wrong if he were to accept any of us as his disciples.</p>
<p>In 1996 we came to Guru's path, and we have no doubts that the Master whom the Chinese man was speaking about is our Guru.<br/>
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<em>Vladimir and Galina (Krasnoyarsk)</em></p>
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<img alt="prageeti-pragunya.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/www/storyimages/prageeti-pragunya.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I went to a workshop offered by another meditation centre at the request of my husband Pragunya, who was very keen to learn meditation. When I drove into the carpark, I immediately did not like the feeling I got – it felt cold. As a result, I did not like the instructor and couldn’t imagine how she could teach me to meditate. I came home and announced to my husband that I was not interested in parting with $1,500 for something I did not think the teacher could teach me.</p>
<p>The next day Pragunya returned from work with a flyer from the Sri Chinmoy Centre. All their courses, not just the introduction, were free, so he said, "We are going together." On the 22nd of May 1996, at 7:30 p.m., we approached the door to the Centre. I will always remember the contrast in what I felt. As we climbed the stairs, I felt a warmth inside me, and when we opened the door, the feeling was so familiar and homelike that I said to my husband, "I can definitely learn to meditate here."</p>
<p>Next moment we met the classgivers - Subarata and Jogyata - at the sign-in desk. We both immediately liked them and wanted to talk to them. Jogyata made our name tags and invited us to take a seat in the classroom. The first photo I saw of Guru was Guru standing in a doorway holding a lily and wearing a pale pink dhoti with his hand lightly resting on his cheek. Guru looked so peaceful.</p>
<p>Pragunya and I were inwardly instantly hooked, although we needed the course and continuation classes for our minds to grasp all the newness. On the 1st of September 1996, Guru saw a photo of our family (we have two sons who were three and seven at the time) and accepted us as his disciples. But for me, I felt that Guru did not need to see us; our souls were already connected. That first step up the stairs of the Centre, the spontaneous heart-warming feeling we received, was our souls’ delight at our Guru finding us again.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Prageeti (Auckland, New Zealand)</em></p>
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<h3>My first meditation with Sri Chinmoy</h3>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/stories/jhalmala.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My very first meditation with Guru was in San Francisco. We were all seated at tables, having finished a meal, with Guru facing us. Guru began concentrating on us, one by one, starting with the person to his right.</p>
<p>As Guru’s gaze came closer and closer to me, I was filled with more and more light. Finally, when his divine eyes were focused on me, my whole being was filled to the brim and beyond with amazing light divine. Such grace! How glorious!</p>
<p>Imagine my amazement when, the next moment, he actually was meditating upon me. I could hold no more inside nor radiate enough beyond. Divine tears poured from my light- filled eyes.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>by Jhalmala</em></p>
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<h3>Visiting Sri Chinmoy in New York</h3>
<p>This is about my first experience in New York ten years ago, when I came to April Celebration to see Sri Chinmoy for the first time. He was my Master for a year and I could not see him earlier because of all kind of problems that Yugolsavian citizens faced at that time with geting visas.</p>
<p>I became Sri Chinmoy's student by seeing his photo - with such a smile I have never seen in my life before. Immediately I felt extraordinary Light comming into myself, something very deep and profound inside my heart and I was very surprised that it came from the small newspaper photo. Before I became Sri Chinmoy's student I had read quite a few books about the relation between student and the Master and I could not wait to meet my own Master.<br/>
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And it finally happened. I felt the most sweetest feeling ever when I first saw him. I was just happy to be in his presence and I did not expect anything else. After a few days we celebrated April 13th, the day when Sri Chinmoy came to America. In the morning at the Aspiration Ground everything seemed like usual. But suddenly Sri Chinmoy started walking around in his deep meditation. For me it was so strong and beautiful, I felt my heart was melting spontaneously, even not being aware what was going on. Later on I realised that I was prepared for something more high and more deep that I will never forget.<br/>
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Having finished his meditation Sri Chinmoy started talking to us with very gentle and smooth voice. It was a very long talk, but I did not hear his words and I couldnot remember anything he said that morning. I only felt that he brought me so far to the Source that I unconsciously knew existed. My heart-tears were flowing though my eyes and I could not stop them, I only knew that I was waiting all my life to be brought to this deep feeling of being one with myself and everything else on this earth.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>- Jadranka (Belgrade)</em><br/>
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My son had been a disciple of Sri Chinmoy for two years already, which was met with some scepticism by the rest of the family. One day, he took us along to a picnic organized by his meditation group. We all enjoyed the picnic very much: a group of men (Arthada’s music group) played beautiful music, and in the afternoon we played various games. To make it short: it was a very pleasant picnic, and the members of the meditation group made a good impression on me.<br/>
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Following the picnic, we were invited by Urdhagaminee to attend a meditation class for beginners that she was leading together with Indivar in Vienna-Neustadt. Vienna-Neustadt is only 28 km away from my home and I was also curious to see what exactly my son was doing and what kind of group he had joined, so I decided to give it a try.<br/>
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For the following 8 weeks, I drove to Vienna-Neustadt once a week to attend the meditation class. The meditation class was very good and I liked it. When the time came to make a decision on whether or not to continue this way of meditation and become Sri Chinmoy’s disciple, I was not entirely sure. But then I thought to myself, "After all, nothing bad can happen. And if they ever start criticising other religions, then I’ll know for sure that this is a sect." But this was never the case – rather the contrary. Over time I learnt that Sri Chinmoy treasures all religions as part of a world-family. It has been eight years now since I joined the Sri Chinmoy Centre and I have not regretted a single day of it.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>- Didivi (Vienna, Austria)</em></p>
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<p>It was a beautiful summer day and I had to get something from a certain shop. When I was done, a sudden downpour of rain stopped me from leaving, so I just waited under the canopy in front of the shop. A girl about my age also took shelter there. She started reading a big Mickey Mouse comic book and after a while she said: "You know, I think it’s better to talk to you!" She was so nice, smiling and looking really happy. In the end she gave me a flyer for a meditation workshop.<br/>
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Well, I was not particularly interested in meditation, but the happiness of this girl impressed me a lot. (At that time I looked at everything more from the darker, depressed side of life.) So I went to the workshop and these are the things I still remember:<br/>
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First: Meditation is like gaining 500 inner Apfelstrudel (apple strudel). During the day you lose them and then you have to meditate again. The person leading the workshop was Canadian, and Apfelstrudel was the only German word he knew.<br/>
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Second: The first day I just couldn’t look at Sri Chinmoy's picture on the meditation shrine, but on the second day I was brave enough and had quite an uplifting meditation experience with stars and the universe involved. When I told my family about it enthusiastically – I was still in school and lived with my parents at that time – they just smiled at me indulgently. ("Of course, you’ve been in the universe...Anything else?")<br/>
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Somehow something drew me to that meditation group. So although living in another city, I came to the Centre once a week. It took me quite a while to understand some things about our path. The inner call was there, but the mind needed some time to realise how to gain this happiness through meditation.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>- Janhita (Nuremberg, Germany)</em></p>
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<p>The following incident happened when I was 20 years old. At that age I did a lot of things that you do when you are young and impetuous. One night in September, I went with my best friend and two other boys to a disco. At one o'clock in the morning, when we wanted to go home, we were all quite drunk. In such a situation, for some reason you think of yourself as immortal and you are not at all expecting that things can go wrong. We had come in one car, and the driver had a reputation for losing his self-control very easily after drinking. For this reason, my friend asked if he could drive instead, but the driver insisted on driving himself, since he was also the owner of the car.</p>
<p>On our journey home, we were stopped at a traffic light when another car stopped besides us. The driver of this car started to provoke us into joining him for a little race. When the light turned green, both cars speeded up to full throttle. The race led us into a long tunnel, and while the other car fell back, we went on at highest speed.</p>
<p>I was sitting behind the driver in the back seat, with my friend beside me. We both began to feel uncomfortable about the whole thing and we shouted at the driver to slow down. But he was totally deaf in that ear and seemed to be completely out of control, as if possessed by madness. All of a sudden, the whole atmosphere in the car changed. The car was filled with electricity and the air was so thick that you could cut it. It became obvious to me that this journey would find no good end.</p>
<p>After leaving the tunnel, there was a dangerous curve and our driver was still driving like a maniac. I became fully aware that an accident was unavoidable, and that an accident at this speed would cause either my death or very serious injuries. I had hardly finished this thought when something astonishing happened: all at once I became totally calm and tranquil and all fear and panic vanished from me. The next moment, something from deep inside my heart came to the fore, surrendered completely and unconditionally to God and started to pray with utmost humility and devotion. The prayer went something like this: "My beloved Father, I know that I have committed quite a number of mistakes in my life and I am ready to bear the responsibility for this. If it is Your Will that I die now, or if I have to spend the rest of my life in a wheel- chair, then I will accept this fate most devotedly. Thy Will be done."</p>
<p>Right after this prayer, I saw pictures and sequences of my life running very fast like a movie in front of my inner eye. All this took only a few moments, and when I concentrated again on what was happening around me, I saw that the driver had lost control of the car and that we were heading into the left crash barrier. I barely had time to press my knees against the driver's seat and to pull my arms in front of my head. Afterwards we came to know that the car crashed at about 120 km/h into the left crash barrier, overturned across the two lanes, crashed against the right crash barrier, flipped over it and finally landed on its roof against a small tree.</p>
<p>The next thing I remember was that I was lying on my back on the asphalt. I was afraid that other cars would run over me, so I got up as fast as possible and found myself standing on the pavement. Somehow I must have been thrown out of the car window when it overturned. I saw the wrecked car lying there on its roof, and I felt I had to lie down near the car in the grass. My whole body hurt and I felt totally weak. There was dead silence. The only thing I heard was the dripping of some liquid that was running out of the car. I was afraid that it was gas and that the car would explode. Then I saw the driver and the other boy crawling out of the broken windows of the wreck, and I remembered that my friend must still be inside. I told them to get him out of the car, and they pulled him out by one arm.</p>
<p>When I saw that he was still alive, I was able to breathe freely again and to calm down. I was still lying on my back in the grass, when I found above me the most beautiful starry sky. All the stars and the whole heaven were so close to me, it seemed as if they wanted to cover me, and I felt myself infinitely safe. My heart began to fill with gratitude, and suddenly I felt the presence of God. I felt Him caressing my head two or three times full of love and affection. Then I felt Him saying that my time for leaving had not yet come and that there was still something for me to accomplish in this lifetime. This message was something I felt very intensely, rather than something I heard with my outer or inner ears. My eyes filled with tears and I was overcome with infinite peace and gratitude, and I started praying, full of gratitude to God that He had protected me and saved my life.</p>
<p>I can remember feeling disturbed and somewhat disappointed when the first helpers arrived to take care of us, because they interrupted this deep inner experience most abruptly. The driver and the other boy were completely unharmed. My friend and I were taken to the hospital, but after four days they sent us home. I felt it was an absolute miracle that nobody was seriously hurt or killed. When the driver of the other car, which had raced us, had to give a statement to the police, he told them that he did not think that anybody would leave this car alive, after he saw the car overturning through the air like a sparking ball.</p>
<p>In the following years, I became interested in spirituality and meditation, and after six or seven years I came in contact with Sri Chinmoy's path and became his disciple. After some time, one day I realised that the divine presence that you feel in those special moments when you are inwardly or outwardly very close to Guru was the same divine presence I felt after the accident, when I was lying there in the grass! All at once I became aware that it was Guru who was there that night and saved my life, long before I became a disciple! It was he who caressed my head and who let me know that there was something left for me to do in this lifetime!</p>
<p>I do not know what the Supreme has planned for me in this lifetime, but I do know that I wish to have at every single moment of my life that same kind of unconditional surrender to Him as I had just before the accident. And I wish to have at every single moment of my life that same kind of infinite gratitude to Him as I had just after the accident, when I was lying there in the grass.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>- Jitendra (Munich)</em></p>
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<p>Although I had belonged to the Theosophical Society for many years, I was never satisfied. I didn’t know where else to go, so I never followed it up.</p>
<p>One night my neighbour went to a meditation meeting in Devonport, and the next morning she came and said, „You gotta go! You gotta go!“ So I took her and her ex-husband to hear Jogyata speak at Devonport. The first night there I had a vision of Guru. He was about three feet off the floor, sitting cross-legged and wearing a white garment drawn up between his legs and over his shoulder. After the meeting, I asked Jogyata who the gentleman was, and he said, „Oh, that’s Guru!“ Then I was hooked – I knew I had my pudding. I’d always had a meal without a pudding, but when I heard Jogyata speak, I knew I had my pudding. That was 25 years ago.</p>
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In 1973, when I was a sophomore at Wesleyan University in Connecticut, one day my mother phoned me up and told me that she had a Guru. My first thought was that she must be going through the 'change of life' that makes women of a certain age sometimes do strange things. But actually, it was not so strange – my family had been going through a spiritual transformation for years. Inspired by my oldest brother, I had become a vegetarian and started doing yoga while I was in high school in Port Washington, on suburban Long Island. And I had been deeply moved by several spiritual books, including Hesse’s Siddharta and Kazantzakis’ The Last Temptation of Christ. I had started meditating twice a day when I was a freshman in college, to stay healthier under the pressures of student life. And my mother had been pursuing her spiritual search in her own way, exploring various philoso-phies and paths. She had an interest in acting and theatre, and a friend of hers from the community drama troupe, who we now know as Chameli, had introduced her to Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>The concept of a Guru was not totally foreign to me. I had recently read Be Here Now, in which a former Harvard professor tells the story of his journey to India and how he found his Guru. And I had heard of Sri Chinmoy: the great guitarist John McLaughlin used to come to our university to take lessons in Indian music, and he sometimes gave concerts for the students with his Mahavishnu Orchestra. He had Sri Chinmoy’s poetry and photos on his albums. I saw and felt something special in Mahavishnu and his music. I had also dabbled in some psychotropic substances that confirmed my deep inner sense that there was some other reality, some other way of being, of knowing, that I would never find at school – and I was increasingly dissatisfied with my intellectual life.</p>
<p>In early 1974, when I came to New York on class break, my mother took me to see Guru at New York University, where every Saturday night he offered a public meditation. The medi-tation was held in a lecture hall that had banks of seats rising upwards. Guru sat at the bottom and, at one point, turned his gaze from row to row, meditating for a brief second on each seeker. When his eyes met mine, I knew in an instant that he could see everything inside me, but this was not frightening because I felt that he was intrinsically loving and compassionate. I also knew that he KNEW everything that I wanted to know in this life, and that he was the highest being that I had ever met and was ever likely to meet. And then I felt a sensation, like a „ping“, in the centre of my chest. I had no idea what that meant, but years later I understood that Guru was awakening the energy in my heart centre.</p>
<p>Despite this powerful experience, it took me some time to accept Guru’s path. I had other plans for my life. I moved down to New York and transferred universities to live with my boyfriend. I knew that we needed to get married in order to follow Guru’s path, so that took a little time. And then, still, I was hesitating. One day, as I was sitting on a bench at Queens College between classes, I was thinking about my life. Suddenly tears came and a voice from somewhere within me said, “What are you waiting for? This is what you have been waiting for all your life!“</p>
<p>At the next opportunity, I told my mother that I wanted to follow Guru’s path. According to the custom at that time, she phoned Dulal, who then phoned Guru with my request. The phone call came back from Dulal: Guru had replied, „Oh, I accepted her a long time ago.“</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Pragati (New York)</em></p>
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During the late 1960s, I had begun to question my own way of being, as well as that of the world in general. As an honours student in one of the best suburban high schools in Westchester, New York, I was pretty much assured of getting into a good university, but my disillusionment and bewilderment were making me restless and draining me of enthusiasm for school. In my senior year especially, I found it difficult to relax and even more difficult to concentrate on my studies. My everyday tension was most apparent to me in my modern dance. I had always been athletic and stayed in shape with tennis and swimming. But when it came to the subtleties of working with different sets of muscles in dance, I saw I could become much more limber.</p>
<p>I did not realise I was searching for a different way of life, but thoughts of wanting to rise above daily tensions, and feelings that there had to be a deeper reason for existing, were gradually becoming more prominent. One day in school, I happened to stumble upon a friend sitting on the floor in a corner of a classroom, struggling to get her legs into the lotus position. Since I had not the faintest idea of what she was up to, I inquired. She told me she was taking yoga exercises and persuaded me to come to some of her classes. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I was always open to new experiences, I went. I should add that in those days, ‘yoga’ was not a house-hold word the way it is now, and the concepts of Hatha Yoga and meditation were quite esoteric and mysterious.</p>
<p>So it happened that in the fall of 1967 I began going to Yoga of Westchester, run by Sarama, who herself had just become Guru’s disciple. The exercise classes were followed by short meditation sessions, which I hoped would improve my concentration. Having been raised as an atheist, I was not approaching this new activity as anything religious. But as the months went on, during my meditation I found myself spontaneously praying to some kind of higher power, as it were. I felt that if I did not pursue the possibility of a spiritual dimension in life, I would always wonder whether it existed or not. Also during that time I adopted the vegetarian lifestyle, which, again, was not as widely accepted as it is now.</p>
<p>At one point a middle-aged woman named Beatrice Serlin, who lived in the same community, began attending the yoga classes with me. In September of 1968, unbeknownst to either of us, Sarama showed our pictures to her Guru, who then invited Beatrice and me to come to meditations held at his recently-acquired home in Queens. I barely knew what a Guru was, but I decided to go. In those days the only Centre activities were the Thursday evening and Sunday afternoon meetings, and I fit right in with some mini-skirted young women and hippie-ish looking, long-haired young men who had recently joined the core group of middle-aged disciples.</p>
<p>After two or three sessions, Guru told me that I should concentrate on opening my heart more. I decided to work on this on my own for exactly a month, before going back to attend the Centre meditations again. I did not tell anyone why I stopped coming to Queens or what my intentions were. It was my own little spiritual secret. I continued my various activities, while always focusing on my heart, even wearing pendants and pins over my heart centre as a reminder. When the end of the month approached, I felt some uncertainty as to whether I had been successful enough, so I decided that perhaps I should wait before going back to the meditations.</p>
<p>Lo and behold, exactly on the last day of my month-long self-imposed sadhana, Sarama telephoned me and said, "I just got a call from Guru. He’s been concentrating on you for the last month, and you’re in, kid!" That was how I learned I had been accepted as a disciple.</p>
<p class="rteright"><em>Nilima (New York)</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/first-steps/short-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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I became increasingly worried&mdash;I love my mother dearly and her suffering and imminent death were torturing my heart. Over the years I have met excellent physicians and naturopaths who have been very successful in treating cancer as well as other so-called &quot;incurable&quot; diseases. It was my hope to bring my mother to New York for such treatment.<br/>
Her main physician told her that she needed radiation, chemotherapy and most definitely surgery. I asked my mother to please hold off with all those therapies until I could consult with the doctor I had in mind, and to send me copies of her records. When I read her blood analysis, panic struck me hard, for it became real that my mother was very sick.<br/>
I had not wanted to tell Guru anything until I had all the information, but now pressure was mounting, and my mother was scheduled for surgery within a few weeks. Finally, I wrote Guru a letter explaining everything. I told him that I love my mother very much and that I was not ready to lose her, but I also told him that I was praying for God&#39;s Victory in whatever form it would express itself.<br/>
Guru&#39;s reply came immediately. &quot;Ask her to please postpone the surgery for one month.&quot; I immediately telephoned my mother and pleaded with her to please listen and follow Guru&#39;s advice. She agreed.<br/>
Fortunately or unfortunately, I have a cousin who is a very prominent doctor, and he argued that the surgery could not be delayed. He had all the members of my family in Puerto Rico on his side and they pressured my mother to concede. I was devastated. I would call her every day in tears and beg her. My poor mother was confused and frightened. She really wanted to please me by listening to Guru&#39;s advice, but the family pressure was too much for her. So I told her, &quot;Do what you feel you need to do. I love you and will support any decision you take.&quot; This brought her a sense of peace, and she decided to go ahead with the surgery.<br/>
The doctor wanted to operate as soon as possible, since he was scheduled to be on board a cruise ship for a three-week vacation. But God had a better plan. My mother was ready to go for surgery in two days, but there were no beds available for about two weeks in any of the hospitals where this particular doctor could practise. Since he was going away for three weeks, the surgery had to be postponed for one month.<br/>
One month later, when the doctor came back from his vacation, more tests were done before the surgery. There was no evidence of cancer, not a trace, as if it never happened. The doctors said that all along they must have had the wrong records, the records of another patient.<br/>
God and Guru alone know what happened. My mother and family are extremely grateful to Guru and God for this incredible miracle. The other miracle is that whenever my mother sees Guru, she becomes a beautiful child swimming in tears of joy and gratitude. She says, &quot;He is so beautiful!&quot;<br/>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sevanandas-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Nemi&#039;s stories</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>Nemi has been a student of Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s since 1968; here she describes the process of spiritual growth that led her to become Sri Chinmoy&rsquo;s student.</em><br/>
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I am extremely fortunate to have been a student of Sri Chinmoy since the age of 18.&nbsp; In the Sri Chinmoy Centre, I meditate, I sing, I write, I run, I organise projects, I perform in plays, I travel and meet people from many different cultures with remarkably similar aspirations. In the job I have held in the so-called &quot;outer world&quot; for 27 years, I work hard and interact cheerfully and harmoniously with my colleagues. Thanks to Sri Chinmoy, the inner life and the outer life, for me, have become seamless. There is no difference. The spiritual life is everything, and everything in life is spiritual.<br/>
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I know my goal, be it ever so far, and I know my way. Along the way, opportunities reach out to me constantly, thanks to my spiritual teacher. Every aspect of my life is tended to with utmost care and concern. Sri Chinmoy has given me the most beautiful name--which means sanctity, purity, sacredness--and he has given me the constant encouragement to grow into these divine qualities. What more could I ask from life? For all the blessings I have received, I am profoundly grateful.</p>
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I was a very conservative kid in a suburb of New York. My family was not religious, but I became religiously oriented during my teens. I went to church on my own, joining the choir (mostly middle-aged folks) and even teaching Sunday school. But as I approached my last year of high school, my interest faded; religion seemed too narrow.</p>
<p>During that year I felt the sting of conscience, as someone from a privileged family (it was the &rsquo;60s, after all!), so I decided to do some volunteering. There was a special class at school for retarded children, and I nervously presented myself to do some afternoon social service. That led to the offer of a summer job as a camp counselor in the Catskill Mountains with a dozen or so of these children. My self-made immigrant parents were horrified, but I insisted. They drove me up in their gleaming grey 1959 Cadillac (battleship style), little knowing that I would be learning yoga, becoming a vegetarian and reading about reincarnation in those few weeks. Little did I know myself! I also acquired a boyfriend there, the son of the camp directors.</p>
<p>In September I went off to college &ndash; alas, a depressing experience. Here I was, accepted into one of the top universities in the country, and I pretty much hated it. Something was badly lacking. At one point I heard from my boyfriend, who was studying in Michigan, that his family had met a Guru. Finally, in May of 1968, I took a train from college in Boston back to New York one weekend to meet the Guru. My boyfriend told me to keep my eyes open, no matter what. That made me afraid and intrigued in equal measure! I was blessed to have a private interview with Guru, with my boyfriend.</p>
<p>We drove into Manhattan in a little black Renault covered with flower-stickers (those were the times, but I favoured miniskirts over the hippie style). It was a Saturday morning and a light rain was falling. I remember walking up several flights of stairs to Guru&rsquo;s apartment on East 84th Street. There was a simple room with empty folding chairs lined up, as I recall. White curtains were billowing in the breeze, and Guru, dressed in saffron robes, was walking back and forth in front of the windows. My impression was that everything was very plain, very serene and very high.</p>
<p>Guru, then 36 years old, spoke to both of us, seated in front of him. He was very kind and compassionate, asking about me and my family. He meditated, moving his eyes in his extraordinary way, and I did keep my eyes open. I felt that Guru knew me completely. He gave me two Transcendental photographs. I did not think about &bdquo;becoming a disciple.&ldquo; The next day there was a group meditation in Guru&rsquo;s apartment, and I went. It was natural &ndash; of course I would go.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I Am So Fortunate&ldquo; and &ldquo;All Your Grace,&ldquo; Guru&rsquo;s immortal songs from the summer of 2007, perfectly describe my being found by Guru at age 18.</p>
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When I had been a disciple for about two years, I had a serious difficulty and Guru advised me what I should do. He told me something which I found very challenging. When I hesitated, Guru said, &quot;If I ask you to go to hell, rest assured that I shall be there first to catch you.&quot; These astonishingly powerful words have come back to me many times in the years since.<br/>
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The morning after we arrived for our week in Paraguay on the Christmas trip, Guru quietly mentioned during the function, &quot;Nemi will bring buffalo milk.&quot; I was startled, because Guru had never requested me to go out and find something unusual before. Could I do it, I wondered anxiously&mdash;and in a completely unfamiliar country? Many years earlier, Guru had revealed that I had had two water buffalo incarnations, and now it was time for me to research my past!</p>
<p>I knew that there was no such thing as a casual request from Guru, so that afternoon I started tooling around Asunci&oacute;n with my patient roommate, Mandira, looking for buffalo milk. Someone had supposedly seen buffalo milk in a store while we were in Brazil, but where to look in Asunci&oacute;n? I dusted off my Spanish and explained my need to the cab driver. He phoned his dispatcher, who suggested a fancy European-style delicatessen. A worker there said they had buffalo yogurt, and perhaps I could phone the dairy to ask about milk. But, looking at the container, I saw that it was only ordinary yogurt. Two supermarkets proved equally disappointing.</p>
<p>I was starting to panic, imagining myself at the end of a week in Asunci&oacute;n with a buffalo-sized failure in my heart. A disciple to whom I mentioned my challenge suggested I speak to the chef at the hotel, and that I did, with Nishtha. He in turn phoned the manager&#39;s office and left a message conveying the unusual request.</p>
<p>The following morning, Tuesday, I spoke to the manager myself. He assured me that he understood perfectly what I wanted, and that he was doing everything he could to find out where the milk could be obtained. I told him that when the Master asks for something, it is definitely possible, and we always feel it is important to fulfil the Master&#39;s wish. This kind of thing one may not be able to say to every hotel manager, but our manager accepted it seriously and wholeheartedly.</p>
<p>The next morning, the manager said he had made lots of phone calls and had finally traced the one single place in Paraguay where buffalo are raised, 100 kilometers away. The farmer would milk the buffalo the following morning and our manager-friend would arrange for a truck to collect 35 liters of milk and drive it back to the hotel. That would be great, I thought; now let&#39;s hope it actually happens!</p>
<p>Sure enough, late on Thursday morning, three days after Guru&#39;s request, the manager summoned me from our function room and said quite excitedly, &quot;The buffalo milk is here!&quot; I was thrilled! Then, some details: how to serve it? It had not been pasteurized or homogenized. Shephali recommended a good boiling, and the chef graciously complied, despite the long hours our presence was already demanding of him. The boiled milk separated, but the chef put vat after vat of it in the blender&mdash;and it came out tasting very rich and sweet.</p>
<p>Guru accepted my notification about the arrival of the buffalo milk quite matter-of-factly&mdash;he clearly knew everything that was going on!&mdash;and said it should be served at 9:30 p.m. Our meeting room extended around a corner into the dining area, and I spent an hour or so during the evening function by the kitchen, out of sight, trying to pour the milk into every available hotel glass. I had just finished when I heard Guru say, &quot;And now Nemi will give buffalo milk.&quot; It was exactly 9:30!</p>
<p>I was afraid there would not be quite enough for everyone, but Guru most compassionately and sweetly said, &quot;Girls&#39; night&mdash;girls will get first. But as long as you have brought for you and me, why do you have to worry?&quot;</p>
<p>As it happened, everyone who was brave enough to try it did get a glass of buffalo milk as prasad. I was privileged to offer Guru a glass. After drinking some of the milk, he blessingfully gave it to me to finish. It felt as though the circle was beautifully complete. Guru was then inspired to speak about devotion, and particularly about a disciple of Sri Ramakrishna who scoured the earth to find a fruit that his ailing Master wanted, although it was supposedly out of season. It was a very happy and elevating night for me.</p>
<p>Before our departure from the hotel at the end of the week, the manager reluctantly accepted a small gift for his exceptional effort. He said he had learned something totally new to him, and he was visibly honoured and moved by the opportunity to serve the Master in this unique way.</p>
<p>From the search for buffalo milk I received an intense experience of Guru&#39;s loving and energising command that fed my devotion most powerfully. It remains the defining memory of my stay in Paraguay, for which I offer Guru my loving gratitude.<br/>
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When my mother was terminally ill many years ago, I was under a lot of stress, although I did not realise it until some time later. During this period I developed an irregular heartbeat. I would start breathing heavily, feeling and almost hearing my heart thumping in an odd way. From time to time I would have to lie down, not from tiredness but from distress. A medical examination for which I was due at the time did give an irregular EKG reading.</p>
<p>I sent a message to Sri Chinmoy about this, and he took it very lightly. He said, &quot;Do not worry; it is nothing.&quot; Some other disciples told me the same thing.<br/>
The condition went away, and some time later, months after my mother had died, I reflected on that whole time. Suddenly it occurred to me that an irregular heartbeat was far from &quot;nothing&quot;, but Guru had not wanted me to worry. He did not want me to have mental sickness along with physical sickness, so he simply smiled and cured me!</p>
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<p>A few years ago I became extremely disturbed about the mortal illness that had befallen someone I knew. Somehow I allowed myself to be absolutely distraught about this, and it occupied many of my waking hours. I was praying that the sufferings of this friend would be lifted and that the illness would be cured. That was most unusual, since I was not even in the habit of praying for my own problems to be resolved!</p>
<p>It was during Celebrations, and of course Guru was more occupied than usual with all the visiting disciples, but I was desperate. I wrote a note about my obsession or self-styled concern and put it next to Guru&#39;s chair at the function. In the course of the evening I saw him open the envelope and read my note.Then I saw him take out a pen. A few minutes later, he turned and handed me back my envelope, decorated with birds.</p>
<p>I worked my way to the back of the room and, in the privacy of the crowd, read what Guru had written. He was extremely firm and extremely compassionate. He said that I must not do this kind of thing; I must not get involved in other people&#39;s karmic sufferings. He wrote several other lines, which I devoured intently.</p>
<p>When I had finished reading Guru&#39;s words, first I was stunned, but then I practically said out loud, &quot;OK!&quot; Instantly I was absolutely cured of my preoccupation. It was as though Guru had amputated a diseased limb from me. I never gave the matter another thought, except to offer good will to the person inwardly, which Guru had said I could do. As a matter of fact, when this person&#39;s sufferings reached their fatal end a few weeks later, and many other people were deeply upset, I was absolutely calm and detached&mdash;no thanks to myself, but all thanks to Guru&#39;s miraculous power.</p>
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<h2>Self Transcendence Stories</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em><a href="http://arpan.srichinmoycentre.org/main-arpan">Arpan DeAngelo</a> joined the Sri Chinmoy Centre in 1972. Here he describes the beginning of his running journey, and of widening the boundaries of what he considered possible. This article is quite eye-opening when you consider Arpan went on to run over 200 marathons (many of them under 3 hours), and compete in varous ultradistance races including the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race - the world's longest race - in 2004 and 2012.</em></p>
<p><img alt="arpan.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/arpan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I first came to the Centre as a college student, I had been a gymnast for a few years and could not relate to running. I felt it was meant for track stars who eventually wanted to try to get to the Olympics. Running around the block, slowly and endlessly seemed boring and pointless to me.</p>
<p>But one day some of the guys I was living with on campus asked me to go for a jog on the roads near campus. They said that Sri Chinmoy likes us to stay fit and that running is good for your health and nervous system. So I put on a pair of Converse all-stars sneakers and went out to the half mile point and turned around while they kept on running. I could not believe that they did not turn around as well. They went on to run about three miles which seemed like an Eternity to me.<br/>
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It took me about a half year to get up to three miles by running one to two miles about three or four times a week. When they asked me to do a three mile open race which meant that it was not for the track or cross country team but for everyone, I almost died from fright. I managed to run the race, walking a bit in the middle of the course due to cramps. I was almost the last one to finish, having to sprint to catch an older professor who was just ahead. I felt like I had won that race just because I actually crossed the finish line and was still alive.</p>
<p>It then took me another two years to get up to four miles. It was in the early seventies when no one even thought of doing marathons except well accomplished long distance runners who were daring enough to do what seemed like the ultimate distance. Of course, little did we know about those brave souls who were running Ultradistance well beyond the 26.2 mile marathons, like Ted Corbitt and Park Barner.</p>
<p>In the Sri Chinmoy Centre, the long distance race until 1975 was a 2 mile race on the track once a year on Sports Day in August. Although Sri Chinmoy himself had only been a track runner and had no long distance experience to speak of yet, he had asked one, only one, of his students to train for the marathon distance. This brother of ours became our running hero. Even Sri Chinmoy would go up to Boston to see him run the marathon. We were in awe when he would tell us of his training runs of 7, 10 and even longer mileages to train for Boston.</p>
<p>In 1975 we held our first long distance race within the Centre, a 7 mile race on the track on Sports Day. I had still only run up to four miles by then but decided to give it a go. I did better than I expected and have been thoroughly hooked on racing since then.</p>
<p>The next year on Sri Chinmoy's Birthday we ran a half-marathon, 13 miles around the lake in Flushing Meadow Park. Some of us had just returned from a 50 State relay run around the United States called Liberty Torch. This was created by Sri Chinmoy as one of the many offerings of his to honor the Bicentennial of the U.S.A. Anyway, the half marathon in August 1976 was called the Madal Marathon and was definitely the next step in self-transcendence in the running world for all of us, except the few more heroic warriors who attempted a marathon that year. There was even a T.V. reporter there to cover the story of this long race in Queens.</p>
<p>It was that same year, 1976, in October that the New York City Marathon changed from a multi-lap race in Central Park to a huge five borough race that a few daring souls from our Centre ran successfully. Needless to say, Sri Chinmoy was thoroughly pleased and even went to see them finish. I had trained for it but unfortunately had an infection in my foot at the time and could not run it. This was quite a disappointment to me. It meant that I had to train for another year and stay in shape to run the next one in 1977.</p>
<p>I did run that New York City Marathon, my first, in 1977 along with about 30 other students of Sri Chinmoy. He again came to honor us and thank us at the end of the race. I was so sore the next day that I felt like I was run over by a truck and decided that marathon running was just too hard and not for me. That was not a very accurate vision of the future for me.</p>
<p>This was indeed a pivotal year for running in the Centre, as the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team was formed, and we held our first ever open public road race. It was a ten miler in Greenwich, Connecticut. It was a hilly course and quite difficult to race. Near the end of the race we passed the ten mile mark with no finish line in sight.</p>
<p>It turns out that the race director back then decided that we needed to have the finish line in the same parking lot as the start so he had to extend the ten mile race to almost ten and a half miles. I sprinted to catch a fellow runner with whom I was unintentionally competing during the whole race. As I nipped him by a step at the finish line, I grabbed my tongue depressor with the number 20 on it. That was the way we were scored back then.</p>
<p>I was so happy that I finished strongly in the very first Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team public race, even though it was only 20th place. It turns out, the top twenty finishers received trophies back then. So I got my inner reward and outer reward for facing the challenges of long distance racing on the roads.</p>
<p>Nowadays it seems that people toss around mileage numbers like they were counting sheep. It is not surprising when a first year runner attempts his first marathon, or a marathoner tries for a multiday race. The multiday racer is now attempting multi week races, and on and on. This is indeed self-transcendence, and Sri Chinmoy is the ultimate hero-inspirer not only in the running world but in many other fields as well.<br/>
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A Spiritual Father's Love</h3>
<p>by Arpan DeAngelo</p>
<p>This spiritual path is based on love. This love has to expand beyond the limits of just human love to a deeper, more profound experience of Reality's true power we call Divine Love. This higher Love can only come from beyond our mind and body, from the soul and our divinized consciousness. Since Sri Chinmoy has mastered all the levels of spirit and consciousness, he therefore is also a master of Love, the Highest Love.</p>
<p>This story is about one sweet and unexpected demonstration of that Love. The date was May 4, 1980. I was about to run the Long Island Marathon in New York. I had been injured with shin splints from training too hard earlier in the year and I stopped running for three weeks prior to this particular marathon so I could recover. I kept in shape by cross-training, using swimming and cycling to stay in shape.</p>
<p>I thought I should not run this race so as not to aggravate my shin condition again. This caused some conflict in my mind because I had been trying to break three hours for the marathon for a few years now. I had gotten within 12 seconds of doing that the past year and now I felt I could really do it in this race. That was until I developed the painful shinsplints.</p>
<p>I had signed up for the race earlier, but now I decided not to do it. The day before the race, something very powerful inside me, call it the soul if you wish, compelled me to go and run the race the next day. No matter how hard I tried to rationalize not doing it, I just could not feel right until I decided to go and run it. My shins were stronger but I felt I lost the speed needed to break 3 hours so perhaps I should not chance reinjuring myself and run a slow time as well. But none of the rationality of the mind was powerful enough as the reality that was compelling me to go and 'just do it'. Some of my friends also tried to convince me not to run it, but to no avail.</p>
<p>The next day, I went to the race with enthusiasm in my heart but a bit of fear in my mind. To ease my mind, I just planned on running the race strategy I had to break 3 hours and forget about my injury which was probably recovered enough now anyway to endure the distance.<br/>
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Although I started with a bit of pain in my shins and the readiness to drop out at any time if it seemed to get worse, within the first ten miles the pain in my shins gradually went away as I stayed with a group of people going out at a sub 3 hour pace. I was feeling quite strong as I was definitely well rested before the race. So although my shins were a bit weak, I felt that I had the reserve energy and strength to keep it up.</p>
<p>The second ten miles was a bit tougher but I was still quite steady as most of the group I was with slowed down. The last person I was with also dropped back by the 18 mile point. Now I was running alone and this made me a little more apprehensive about what was to come for me even though I had run quite a few marathons in the past years, but none as fast as I was running then. I began to tire by mile 19 and started doubting whether I could actually finish in time or if I would fall apart altogether and do my worst since I had done no long runs in the past month or any running in the past three weeks.</p>
<p>At that critical and confusing juncture, I saw one of my spiritual sisters pointing out that Sri Chnmoy was just ahead sitting and watching the race. He was on the median of the parkway we were running on, sitting by himself with legs dangling like an excited young boy getting a thrill out of seeing so many poeple strive for such a lofty goal to finish a marathon which he himself had run in the past.<br/>
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I was the first of his students to pass by and he was so happy, smiling and smiling at me. Then as I was passing him quite happy to see him at this critical point with my energy waning and legs hurting, he suddenly put his hand to his mouth and threw me a powerful blessing disguised as if he was blowing me a kiss. It looked like a true father or mother sending all their love in the form of a kiss through the air. It was such a powerful blessing that I could not feel the pain in my body anymore and it was as if I was almost not even touching the ground.<br/>
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In this semi-floating state of joy, I picked up the pace considerably and began to pass many people who had been ahead of me. I knew I would not keep this up for the last 6 miles or so but I would ride it out as long as possible to insure my sub 3 hour finish. I ended up running 2 hours, 56 min. and 30 seconds. It was my first sub three hour marathon, finally after 10 marathons in two and a half years of running them.</p>
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<img alt="img_5593.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="http://aum.vasudevaserver.netdna-cdn.com/cdn/farfuture/NhkjVfJgYB8N3DhmDIxvHnSWoDi_GCpjTHagSSKMQcI/mtime:1347232142/files/Members/arpan/img_5593.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It felt as if I had won the race not only because I was the first of all of our marathon team members to finish, but also because I had finally transcended what was until that time a very evasive and difficult goal. Even more than that though was the fact that I listened my soul over my mind and actually was able to start and finish the race, and in so doing, receive an incredibly loving, surprising and powerful blessing in the form of a compassionate father's kiss thrown with the utmost love, sincerity, concern and joy.</div>
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I had never seen this form of blessing by our great and loving Spiritual Father either before that time nor after. I think it was so spontaneous because it was exactly what I needed at that one moment in time. I can never forget the sweetness and innocence with which it was offered yet the power that it had to physically and mentally keep me strong enough to reach what seemed just hours before an unthinkable goal.<br/>
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In reflecting back on such a sweet yet powerful experience, it is now clear to me that in professing the concept of spiritual progress through self-transcendence, Sri Chnmoy not only practises what he preaches but also never ceases to lovingly and self-givingly help others who sincerely try to transcend themselves.</p>
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The Power of Grace</h3>
<p><strong>by Purnakama Rajna</strong><br/>
<em>Winnipeg, Canada</em><br/>
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<img alt="purnakama.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/purnakama.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I am always amazed how on Sri Chinmoy's path incredible achievers and incredible achievements surround us. So many students run marathons, ultra marathons and multi day races that it becomes commonplace and normal and I almost forget the loftiness of the achievement. It isn’t until I talk with people in my regular work world about some our activities that I realize again how the inner power has created in us such capacity for self-transcendence.<br/>
This concept became real for me a couple of years ago when I decided to attempt, at least in part, the Self Transcendence Marathon in August.<br/>
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Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a runner. My running is a snail’s pace at best.  This has always been a difficult thing for me to accept, especially on this path, surrounded by world-class athletes.  I never believed that I could finish a marathon, or even a half marathon, so I never attempted to do either.<br/>
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After Sri Chinmoy passed away, I was disappointed with myself that I had never attempted a marathon while he was here with us physically, so I decided 2 years after he passed away that I would try, and just see how much I could do.<br/>
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I made the decision rather late; just 3 weeks before the marathon, so I didn’t have much time to train. I just went out every day and ran. I have no idea how far I actually ran every day, I just ran/walked until I couldn’t anymore. When race day came, I still didn’t know whether I would actually do it or not as doubts were creeping into my mind, but at the appointed time, I showed up at the start line and away I went, buoyed by the energy and enthusiasm of the other runners.<br/>
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As always I went at my snail’s pace, but I enjoyed the scenery, listening to Sri Chinmoy’s music, and feeling the joy of the other runners. I had no fixed idea of how far I would go, I just decided that I would just go as far as I could.  <br/>
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At around mile 15, it became very clear that I needed to stop.  So I did stop, and then remained to help hand out seaweed and tissue salts to the continuing runners. One part of me was happy that I had done as much as I did, because this was an absolute first for me, but another part of me, I think the larger part of me, was disappointed that I could only do 15 miles.<br/>
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At the end of the race, we all piled back onto the busses, and we arrived back in Queens just in time for me to take a shower and head off to a very intense 3 and a half hour music concert rehearsal, and then prepare for the evening meditation function.<br/>
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The next morning I woke up feeling quite well and fresh, and just happily went about my day with no after effects of having had a very physically intense day the day before. This made me think that finishing a little more than a half marathon was no big deal, and again I was a little disappointed with myself for not having been able to do more.<br/>
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After Celebrations, I arrived back in Winnipeg to start my school year. In the staff room there was the usual patter, “So, did you have a good summer? What did you do on your holidays?”<br/>
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I had one such conversation with a young new teacher on our staff not long after arriving back. She asked me the usual questions of what I had done over the summer and I told her of my usual travels to New York etc. and then I casually said “Oh yeah, and I did a half marathon as well,” not thinking it was really any big deal.<br/>
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My colleague stood looking at me in disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said. “You did a half marathon?”  <br/>
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I told her that it was really about 15 miles, but yes I had completed a half marathon. Again she looked incredulous.<br/>
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I asked her why she looked so surprised, after all, I told her, it was only a half marathon, and I felt disappointed that I didn’t finish the full marathon. My colleague was a tiny girl, about 100lbs soaking wet, and she went on to tell me that she trained for a year and a half to do a half marathon, and when she finished she needed 2 days to recuperate.<br/>
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This time I was the one who looked surprised.<br/>
“Really?” I said.<br/>
“Really.” She replied.<br/>
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I went back to my classroom and mulled over our conversation in my head. It was then that I realized what an incredible feat I had accomplished only by grace. What seemed absolutely normal in our spiritual world seemed absolutely incredible to the outside world.<br/>
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I hope that I never cease to be amazed by what we can accomplish by grace. Such is our incredible world of inner light, energy, and self-transcendence capacity.<br/>
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The Yellow Hat</h3>
<p><em>Pragati is one of the pioneer women ultradistance runners in the Centre, competing in many multiday events in the 1980's.</em></p>
<p><img alt="7-day-race.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/7-day-race.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Toward the end of one seven-day race, I had a very powerful inner experience while I was out walking at around 3 a.m. Just for a few minutes, I felt that I "became" Guru, that he was inside me. I felt that I was walking the way Guru walks, with his leg problems, and wearing one of his hats that he wears on very cold days, that comes down around his neck—it was yellow. Not with words but in his presence, I felt that Guru was consoling me that injuries were forcing me to walk most of the race.</p>
<p>About two weeks after the race was over, I was out running on the Grand Central Service Road when I saw Guru walking toward me. It was an unseasonably warm morning and Guru was very overdressed. Usually, when you meet Guru out running or walking, he just smiles or waves and then returns to his meditation. But that morning he was looking at me as if he wanted to say something. When we were a few yards from each other, he swung his arm and threw something at me. By some grace, I caught it and saw that it was his hat. In silence I offered him my gratitude. It was not until a block later that I realised that this was the same yellow hat.</p>
<p><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_uajab2i" title=" Photo from 7 Day Race 1988 at Sri Chinmoy Races. Also of interest, Run and Become, part 21 by Sri Chinmoy - &quot;Pragati catches my hat&quot;" href="#footnote1_uajab2i">1</a></p>
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Infinite Consciousness</h3>
<p><strong>by Vasanti Niemz</strong><br/>
Heidelberg, Germany</p>
<p><img alt="vasanti-1.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/vasanti-1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 1985, I became by Guru's grace the first disciple to swim the English Channel. (Another disciple did it one day later, much faster; his pilot had wanted to wait one more day for even better weather conditions.) It was a very, very special experience. I could feel the inner and outer support and oneness of so many disciples.</p>
<p>And, as I was told, Guru was sitting at home, meditating for most of the time on my swim, always trying to get information on how I was doing.<br/>
I was blessed with an extremely easy swim. When I stepped into the Channel water at Shakespeare Beach at 7 a.m., others told me later, I was full of confidence that I would make it. After six hours into the swim, when I could see both coasts, I had the firm conviction that on the inner plane, it was already done—it just had to be executed outwardly. I felt carried by a wave of inner joy and bliss most of the time. After ten hours, the cross-current set in and it was slowly getting dark. Previously I could not imagine swimming in the dark. I would never have dared to get into pitchblack, unknown water at night. Now, with the gradual transition into night, I felt extremely comfortable.</p>
<p>I enjoyed the star-strewn sky above me each time I took a breath. And when I looked down into the black water—where earlier I had enjoyed watching the dance of the rays of sunlight—I started to see bright light once again. In the midst of the darkness, Guru's face, his Transcendental photograph <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_bps83qr" title="A photograph of Sri Chinmoy in high meditation that his students use during their own meditation practice." href="#footnote2_bps83qr">2</a>, appeared. Because of the unpredictable, strong cross-current, I had to swim for five hours more, but it did not matter to me. For those hours, I was swimming into the light of the Transcendental, into Guru's infinite consciousness of light and delight, which was right in front of me like an ever-transcending goal.<br/>
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An Ultra-Distance Experience</h3>
<p><em>by Dorothea</em></p>
<p>I would like to share with you my 48 hour race experience in Cologne from July 9th-11th. It was the third time that I participated in the 48 h. I arrived at race day from Basel, I had to get up at 4 in the morning to take the train, and I arrived at 9 o'clock in Cologne. The weather was just terrible. It was cold, rainy and windy, not like summer at all.<br/>
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I didn't feel good this morning. I couldn't sleep in the train, so I felt tired and I was worried about my physical condition. I was hardly running since the end of the ten day race in May, because of lack of energy. I did some biking instead, but I was not sure if this would be enough to do a race like this. So my goal for this race was just to survive. I just wanted to take it easy, no expectation at all.<br/>
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In consideration of my bad condition, I figured out a tactic to eliminate my mind. Right from the beginning I imagined the moment after the race when I go to take a shower. This is the best moment, you are happy that it is over and you are satisfied with what you have achieved. I avoided thinking of what will be in between the start and the end of the race, I just focused on this special moment. And it really worked! I was just enjoying running and I didn't care at all about time or kilometers. Usually I am fixed on my breaks and I am dying for the first sleeping break at night, which I usually take around 1 o'clock. Now an amazing thing happened: I didn't get tired until 5 in the morning. Then I intended to sleep for two hours, but after one hour I woke up and I was totally awake. So I continued.<br/>
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The weather on the first afternoon was quite discouraging; there were thunderstorms with heavy rain, but luckily it stopped in the evening - at night we had no rain. So far I felt ok, only my thigh muscles felt stiff and sore, but this I could easily manage.<br/>
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The crisis came at the beginning of the second day, when the 24 h runners started. My legs were still ok, but I didn't have enough energy to run. It took me too much strength to lift up my legs, so I walked for a while and waited for new energy to come. The weather was ok now, it was still quite cool but it was not raining anymore - sometimes the sun was shining. My strength returned in the late afternoon and I started running again, so I ran until I reached 200 km and then I stopped for a rest. It was about 2.30 am. I intended to sleep for three hours but once again I woke up earlier. It was cold and from the heavy rain everything was wet in my tent, so I had no other choice but to get up and to continue.<br/>
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My legs felt good - it is amazing how the body is able to recover so quickly in these races, sometimes even while running. After one warmup lap I was running again. Now I realised that I could reach 250 km and break even my previous best performance of 251km. That was such a motivation that I focused only on that goal: to get the 250 km flag. (In the lap when you reach 100, 150, 200, 250,...km you get a flag with the kilometers written on it. All the runners and helpers are cheering you. To get a flag is always a big motivation.)<br/>
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I ran for the last four hours as "fast" as in the beginning, and I felt just great. Finally I got the flag and I broke my previous best with 254.750 km. At the end I was very happy and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Once more I was blessed with God's compassion and grace. I never ever expected to come so far - it was just a gift from above.<br/>
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During the race I was talking to quite a few runners. It is so interesting to hear the different stories and to exchange experiences. One inspiring story I would like to tell you. It is about a woman named Helga B.<br/>
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She was once the best German 24h and 48h runner. In 2002 she had an accident with the bicycle. She had to undergo an operation on her right leg and she got a plaster. After awhile she got pain under the plaster. She told the doctors, but they just said that they cannot open it, and gave her some medicine. Finally, when they took away the plaster they saw that the calf muscle was decayed and even the bone was already affected - the plaster was too tight. The doctors didn't want to treat it anymore, and they said that the only thing they can do now is to amputate the lower leg.<br/>
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Helga didn't want to accept that, and she searched for a doctor who was ready to help her without amputating the lower leg. She found one in another hospital, and she had to undergo several operations. They took away the whole calf muscle. The doctor and the therapist told her that she will never be able to run again. But she didn't want to accept that either, and she tried and trained until she was able to run. Now she runs again.<br/>
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Before this 48 h race she already participated in another race and completed 100km in 24 h. She said that for her the most important thing is to be able to run again and to participate in these ultra races. That's her life - it's what she loves to do. She also said that only because she did these races before, she had the strength and the willpower to go through all this and not to give up. Finally she completed 190 km, which is absolutely amazing. You have to imagine that when one muscle is missing, everything is unstable.<br/>
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The 48h from Cologne was once more a big challenge for everybody: for the runners, for the organizers and for the helpers. Perhaps the runners do not show their gratitude to the helpers openly because they are concentrated on their running, but I assure you that we all deeply appreciate the enthusiastic, friendly and self-giving support of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team. All the runners I was talking to, said how perfect the organization was. Now in the name of all the runners I would like to thank all the helpers for their self-giving effort.<br/>
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A Cycling Experience</h3>
<p><em>by Begabati (United States)</em></p>
<p><img alt="1978-07-00-19-sri-chinmoy-cycling-team.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/sophiebutler/storyimages/1978-07-00-19-sri-chinmoy-cycling-team.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I did the Pepsi 24-hour Bike Marathon in Central Park for several years with the Sri Chinmoy Cycling Team.<br/>
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We used to practice on the weekends at Flushing Meadow, near where the ultramarathons are now held. Sri Chinmoy would ride and supervise the races. Here in Boston, we would practice by trying to ride a "century" (100 miles) in 8 hours.<br/>
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On race day, I seem to remember that we had by far the biggest team, and also the best dressed. We would win various places in various age groups and also get the prize for Best Team Uniform!<br/>
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The race would start at noon around a 5-mile loop in Central Park. Riding around that loop for the afternoon and evening was fun... but then after dark it got less so for the women, because the loop was unlit and surrounded by bushes from which various creatures would creep. (I suspect that was the reason we stopped doing the races after 3 years.)<br/>
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After 15 hours of nonstop cycling we would be ready to drop off the bike from fatigue. Then the sunrise would come, and with the sun would come renewed energy. From the time the sun came up, it was easy; it felt like it was "all downhill from there" - although actually the course had rolling hills throughout.<br/>
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There were excellent cyclists, the Italians in particular on their sleek racing bikes, with their well-crafted system of drafting for each other to conserve energy. Then along would come Ashrita, pumping along on his basic bike, beating them all with his sheer muscle power, devotion and divine Grace!<br/>
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The rest of us, who were not really competing but just trying to stay upright for 24 hours without falling asleep and falling off the bike, had the sweet option of cycling behind Sri Chinmoy, in what felt like the gentle breeze of his wake. One year he did 235 miles in 24 hours and I did 240 because I succumbed to my competitive spirit, then criticised myself for it. The extra 5 miles was not worth missing the experience of being in that lovely stream of energy behind Guru's bike.<br/>
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After the race he would give out prasad (blessed food), wearing a cycling cap with the brim flipped up in a little semicircle above his face like a rising sun, and sporting a huge smile.<br/>
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Despite feeling sweaty, sore and exhausted, we would be smiling from ear to ear as well, treasuring those dear experiences in the sunshine with our Guru.</p>
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Guru's Eyes</h3>
<p><em>by Prafulla Nocker (Germany)</em></p>
<p><img alt="prafulla-nocker.png" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/prafulla-nocker.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In my training to cross the English Channel, I decided to swim the length of Zurich Lake—16 miles. The water was very cold, about 59 degrees Fahrenheit.<br/>
I greased up and swam for one hour, and was already very cold. I continued swimming, trying to convince my mind that it would get warmer when the sun came up, but when the sun appeared, it was still terribly cold. I was trembling and my legs were so tight that I was afraid I would get a cramp. It was the toughest experience I ever had, but I saw Guru's eyes looking at me, and I felt his tremendous determination and his wish that I finish this swim.<br/>
After 12 hours of the hardest struggle, I managed to reach my destination. It showed me that you can do much more difficult things if you do them for Guru than if you do them for yourself. After this experience Guru asked me to gain weight, so I was never cold again while swimming.<br/>
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The Inner and Outer Helper</h3>
<p><em>by Arpita Stott (Edinburgh, Scotland)</em></p>
<p><img alt="arpita.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/members/arpita.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 1979 I ran the New York Marathon—my first. Guru also ran the marathon that year. At the function the night before, Guru gave bee pollen for prasad, which I ate immediately. I felt a tremendous buzz of energy and never slept a wink all night.</p>
<p>I felt very tired on the morning of the marathon, but I was happy and excited to be running. However, it was very, very hot, and I started struggling after 10 miles. By the time I reached the bridge at 15 miles, I was ready to lie down and die. All my energy was drained from my body, I couldn't put one foot in front of the other, and I was thinking of dropping out.</p>
<p>At this point I heard Guru's voice say very powerfully, "Do not give up! Do not give up!" I also saw a mental image of Guru running ahead of me. I started walking over the bridge and picked up my running again. With about six miles to go, I was wondering how I was going to finish, when one of the official helpers cycled up to me and asked if I was all right.</p>
<p>"I'm really hot and I need a drink," I gasped. Water was fetched and for the rest of the marathon, this helper kept checking on me to see if I was still OK.<br/>
When I finished, he came up to me and said, "Congratulations, you finished! I didn't think you would make it." So for my first marathon, I had an inner and outer helper — perhaps they were one and the same!</p>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy Cycling Team</strong></h3>
<p>Tejvan Pettinger - Oxford</p>
<p><img alt="tejvan-medium-no-bike.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/tejvan-medium-no-bike.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />"When you can race at that intensity, being completely detached from thoughts, you feel you are giving your best performance. Some of my most disappointing results come when the mind gets distracted and I start thinking and doubting myself.</p>
<p>I wouldn’t say racing with a clear mind is like meditation. There is a great pain in the body and part of you is screaming for it to end, but it feels that with a silent mind you can maximise your limited energy; it also feels an exhilarating experience – at least when you collapse over the finish line."</p>
<p><a href="http://tejvan.srichinmoycentre.org/winning-and-self-transcendence">Continue reading...</a></p>
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Abhejali Bernardova Channel Swim</h3>
<p><img alt="Curych 7.8.2011.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="http://aum.vasudevaserver.netdna-cdn.com/cdn/farfuture/BMl3UfTK1l1Q-z6eD5w9kpdoLePmMddIhgNMPwMphQQ/mtime:1325228921/files/Members/abhejali/Curych%207.8.2011.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />On 11 July 2011, Abhejali Bernardova from Czech Republic swum the English Channel in a time of 14 hours and 37 minutes. Abhejali is the 27th member of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team to complete the crossing and the 42nd solo swim overall – the record for the most Channel crossings by any team.</p>
<p>Abhejali was assisted by support crew Jayalata Dadkovicova, Ritadyumna Tobolkova, Lenka Svecova, Jana Bernardova (Abhejali’s sister) from Czech Republic and Dhavala Stott from Scotland, on the Seafarer II boat piloted by Chris Osmond.</p>
<p>Watch <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.tv/scmts-abhejali-bernardova-swims-english-channel/">video of Abhejali's swim with team of helpers.</a></p>
<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/content/athletics">Sports and Self-Transcendence</a> at Sri Chinmoy Centre</li>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_uajab2i"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_uajab2i">1.</a> Photo from 7 Day Race 1988 at <a href="http://us.srichinmoyraces.org/archives/1988/7day">Sri Chinmoy Races</a>. Also of interest, Run and Become, part 21 by Sri Chinmoy - "<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/rb-1043">Pragati catches my hat</a>"</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_bps83qr"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_bps83qr">2.</a> A photograph of Sri Chinmoy in high meditation that his students use during their own meditation practice.</li>
</ul></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/self-transcendence-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Databir&#039;s stories</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="databir.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/images/people/databir.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I graduated from Wesleyan University in the summer of 1971, my dad asked me what I wanted for a graduation gift, and I told him that I wanted to hitchhike around the world. He agreed and gave me a $1,500 bank certificate. I flew to Ireland in September and started my journey through Europe, to Israel, Yugoslavia, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Malaga, Singapore and Australia – and finally I was en route from Sydney to the Panama Canal. For two years I had travelled, experiencing the oneness-heart of the world. Those people who had much less wealth than I did, had taken me into their hearts and homes and forever changed me. I will always have real gratitude to everyone who helped and loved me.</p>
<p>Anyway, I left Sydney Harbour on a Russian passenger ship bound for Southampton, England. My plan was to get off at Panama and hitchhike up through Central America back to the United States and finally to my home in Connecticut. </p>
<p>One night aboard the ship, I went into the chess room and saw a young man playing chess alone. I asked him if I could play with him and he said „Yes“. We got to talking, and it turned out that he had a Guru in Thailand, who had instructed him to return to England to find another Guru who could take him further on his spiritual journey. He told me that the goal of life was self-realisation and that you achieve it by meditating.</p>
<p>I had meditated maybe twice before, but this time all his words made perfect sense. It was 2 o’clock in the morning when we finished talking, and I decided to start meditating on a small upper deck of the ship. I went to the deck and no one was there. All I really knew about meditating was that you sat cross legged. As I began to sit down, the physical world around me disappeared and the Supreme came and embraced me like a mother who had found her lost child after millennia of searching. I cried and cried with gratitude-tears. It is impossible to express how much love there was in the Supreme’s embrace, but I can only say that it lasted for about two hours and I was not aware of my external surroundings. I was only crying in gratitude. I promised the Supreme that I would always offer my gratitude-tears to Him, if He allowed me. And He promised that He would always protect me. I pray that I will fulfil my promise. I know the Supreme will keep His promise. </p>
<p>Needless to say, I changed a lot after this experience. I became a vegetarian. I didn’t talk for one month. I cut my hair short. I stopped taking drugs and alcohol. And I meditated every day.</p>
<p>I jumped ship at the Panama Canal, as I had planned, and hitchhiked up through Central America back to my home in Connecticut. One day I was reading our local newspaper, where I saw an article about the spiritual groups in our town. The only one that I was not familiar with was the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Norwalk, Connecticut. I decided to go on the first Saturday to Akuti’s meeting for seekers. I bought and read Madhuri’s book about Guru and learned that Guru was a God-realised Master.</p>
<p>I wanted to make sure that Guru was the same as my experience on the boat, so I asked Guru inwardly to show me. One day, I was all alone reading Guru’s poetry book <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/dl_1"><i>The Dance of Life</i></a>, when suddenly one poem triggered the same experience. Again I cried and cried and cried. Guru is the same as my sweetest embrace on the boat and a trillion times more. </p>
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That day (<em>the experience that took place on the boat</em>) was February 27th. After I became a disciple, I was at Guru's house, and Guru was celebrating another disciple's birthday on February 27th. Suddenly Guru said to me, "So is today not your birthday also?" It suddenly clicked, and I realised that this was the same day of the year that I had that experience on the ship, and that Guru was reminding me of my real birthday.<br/>
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Guru said he was going downstairs, and that we could watch television. Guru has never since that time said that I could just watch television. We turned the television on and started switching the channels. For our taste, the best programme was Cool Hand Luke, starring Paul Newman. We were in ecstasy watching Cool Hand Luke at Guru's house. Every now and then, Guru would come upstairs and sit down and casually look at the television for a while, but he really was not interested in it.</p>
<p>The show was over at around 3 or 4 a.m., and still Guru didn't tell us to go home. There wasn't very much on at that hour, but Guru didn't say not to watch, so we kept looking at different shows. Finally, at 5 a.m., Guru was sitting in his chair looking at the television when we turned it to Channel 5. There was Guru playing the esraj and offering a message on Channel 5!</p>
<p>Guru was very happy to see himself, and we were very happy to see him. Guru asked us who was responsible for his being on television and we told him. Then Guru called the disciple who had arranged it, and offered all his blessings to that disciple. After that, Guru told us to go home and get some sleep.</p>
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<p>One day I was having a really difficult time. It had something to do with some other disciples. When I was driving Guru somewhere, I told him about the problem. Guru just pointed to my dashboard, which had his New Year's Message taped on it:</p>
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<p>"Don't expect, don't expect.<br/>
Just give, give and give<br/>
If you want to really survive."</p>
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<p>That was Guru's answer to my problems that day.</p>
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<p>(this <em>story told by Mahiruha Klein</em>)</p>
<p>Guru had perhaps a half dozen people who used to take him on daily drives around Queens. On those drives, Guru would usually meditate in silence. Sometimes he would do japa (soulful chanting). Databir drove Guru frequently, and he told me about a special experience he had with Guru in the late seventies:<br/>
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One morning, Databir drove Guru by the Thomas Edison soccer field, where our annual Sports Day is held. There, they saw perhaps fifteen or twenty female students of Sri Chinmoy playing softball. Databir told me that the women weren't aware of Guru's presence, so they weren't in a particularly soulful or "spiritual" consciousness. They were just playing softball, badly and unprofessionally, and laughing and having fun. Databir and Guru watched them playing for a few minutes. Then Guru turned to Databir and said, "They will never know how many diseases this prevents."</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences/databirs-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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For prasad on my birthday once many years ago, I wanted to make a special banana pudding. I stayed up all night stirring away before the pudding would &lsquo;set&#39;.</p>
<p>When I saw Guru that morning at the track, immediately he let me see something special. All around him I could see light&mdash;like a furry coat&mdash;so clearly that I almost asked the person beside me if she could see it too. And even more surprising: the aura that I was seeing was pink&mdash;a warm, bright pink! I kept looking, expecting this to fade, but it was quite bright and clearly visible.</p>
<p>Then Guru went over to the pudding prasad and looked at it, still meditating. I saw a line of light flowing down from him to the tray. This prasad was truly, truly blessed.</p>
<p>Later I had a chance to tell Guru that he had given me a present and let me see his aura, and that it was pink! Guru sweetly said that his aura contains all the colours, and pink was one of them&mdash;such a special blessing.</p>
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<p>On my birthday a number of years ago, Sri Chinmoy invited me to his house. When I was leaving, late in the afternoon, my husband pulled up in a car. He had some serious news for me&mdash;my brother had suffered an acute appendicitis attack. The doctors had operated and discovered that his appendix had burst; he was in intensive care and critically ill.</p>
<p>I didn&#39;t even think about what to do&mdash;I just turned around and walked back in the house, and went down to the basement where Guru was serenely practising his cello. I hated to disturb him but I felt I had no choice. I sat before him and relayed the terrifying message I had just received.</p>
<p>Immediately Guru stopped playing, and he began meditating so intensely, with such power, that I was astounded. My brother is extremely dear to me, but Guru had only seen him once, many years before. I was overwhelmed with gratitude to see Guru climb to such an awesome height in the inner world to rescue my brother.</p>
<p>My brother&#39;s life was saved and he resumed his active career. I would never forget the love that Guru poured upon my brother&#39;s soul.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/hashis-stories">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Also at the event were several members and support crew from the Portugese Paralympic team. One of the runners had come across Sri Chinmoy at an earlier stage and was enthused by his philosophy. The athlete himself is quite an inspiration, showing how a disability like partial blindness is no barrier to a full and active life.</p>
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<p>What impressed me most was the generosity of spirit shown by these paralympian athletes; they had such enthusiasm and were obviously happy to be taking part in our very small race. They were in no rush to leave, but quite happy to chat and inspire the regular runners after the race. The Portugese runner (who was running the Paralympic marathon the next day) also helped to hand out the trophies to the very appreciative runners. Even in a small race such as this, it was nice to have a link with the huge global event of the Olympics / Paralympics across the city. It was also a reminder of how sport, and the Olympics in particular can be so relevant and inspiring to everyday people.</p>
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<p>This summer felt like our ‘annus mirabilis.’ It was a real privilege to be hosting the Olympics and take part in this global event which gave so much joy to so many people. Against the expectations of the inevitable doom-mongers, the Olympics showed how sport can really unite and bring out the best in people. Usually, I can’t bear to watch the news on TV or read newspapers, but for a short time they were so full of inspiring news and positivity, I actually really enjoyed it.</p>
<p>After coming back from Celebrations in New York, you often feel somehow transformed, purified and re-energised. To me, it felt the Olympics had a similar effect on the nation. So many people said they had never felt such a sense of pride and togetherness.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy wrote of the Olympics:</p>
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<p>“The very word ‘Olympics’ is, for me, a magnificent thrill, absolutely a universal thrill, and it raises the consciousness of humanity in the inner world. True, in the outer world we may notice some wrong forces, but in the inner world the Olympics is a great opportunity for the upliftment of human consciousness.</p>
<p>The Olympics are an unprecedented, auspicious, glorious and precious Greece-vision. And what is this vision? This vision is nothing other than world-happiness. Happiness is love bubbling forth into the newness and fulness of true life, illumining life and fulfilling life.”</p>
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<p>(from Sport and Meditation, - P 166, unofficial)</p>
<p>It was a real privilege was the opportunity to live and participate.</p>
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<p>Of course, it helped that Great Britain did very well, and in the cycling especially.But, the Olympics was much more than winning and gold medals. It was the thrill of seeing so many athletes strive to do their best. It was an opportunity for thousands of volunteers to learn the joy of giving without expectation of financial reward. At the opening ceremony, it made my spine tingle to see so many nations come together in one small, but significant athletic stadium. The walk past of nations, reminded me of our own country walk-pasts when Sri Chinmoy would often want to show his international family to a visiting guest.</p>
<p>Even as the Olympics was coming to an end, you were thinking? Why can’t it always be like this? Why do we have to go back to worrying about budget deficits and such depressingly mundane issues? The Olympics shows that life can be so much better when there is a positive vision and dynamism. It is with a real sense of gratitude that there are events such as this.</p>
<p>Throughout the Olympics, one thought kept coming to my mind – how happy Guru is to be watching this from his heavenly viewpoint. I could almost feel Guru in the stadiums cheering on this noble human endeavour.   Guru’s mission and philosophy shares so many precepts with the Olympics. The ideal of self-transcendence, the hope and dream of uniting the world in a oneness-world family. Pride in the achievement of your own country, but being able to cheer all your competitors with equal satisfaction.</p>
<p>The Olympics alone would have been life-transforming, but given Guru’s life-long service to the ideals of peace and working for a better future, it was very touching to see Sri Chinmoy honoured in an event near the start of the Olympics. A Moment’s Peace was an exceptional ceremony where many great Olympians and dreamers of world peace came together to honour and appreciate Sri Chinmoy’s vision and life. It deserves it’s own article - suffice to say it was very moving and uplifting.</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/olympic-spirit">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>I was inspired by this photograph to do a small research on what is the meaning of this yearning for the heavenly - even when we do not know what heavenly is or even that the thing we are looking for is actually the Infinite. What follows is a selection of writings on the theme. They are mainly devotional in nature. You might notice that, in Sri Chinmoy's philosophy, the inner qualities of the seeker must be exercised in order to better fulfilment dawn - merely waiting for the descent of Grace will not give the seeker complete fulfilment.</p>
<p>Fiquei inspirado pela fotografia ao lado a fazer uma pequena pesquisa sobre o significado desse anseio pelo celestial – mesmo que não saibamos o que o celestial é ou mesmo que a coisa pela qual procuramos é de fato o Infinito. O que segue é uma seleção de escritos sobre o tema. Eles são em grande parte de natureza devocional. Você talvez note que, na filosofia de Sri Chinmoy, as qualidades interiores do aspirante devem ser exercitadas para que uma maior satisfação desponte – simplesmente esperar pela descida da Graça não trará ao buscador uma satisfação completa.<br/>
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<p>Hope is at once both simple and profound. It is hope that binds Heaven and earth. Hope is the bridge between Heaven and earth. It is hope that makes us feel, at the beginning of our spiritual journey, that we are of God and that we are for God. (...)</p>
<p>A esperança é ao mesmo tempo simples e profunda. É a esperança o que une Céu e Terra. Esperança é a ponte entre Céu e Terra. É ela quem nos faz sentir, no início de nossa jornada espiritual, que somos de Deus e somos para Deus.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0489/index.html">What I Need From God,</a> Agni Press, 1982.</em></p>
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<p>Man has raised a high wall</p>
<p>Between</p>
<p>Man and man.</p>
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<p>God has built a solid bridge</p>
<p>Between</p>
<p>Man and God.</p>
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<p>And I have established a powerful link</p>
<p>Between</p>
<p>My animal destruction</p>
<p>And my human frustration.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>O homem ergueu uma alta muralha</p>
<p>Entre</p>
<p>Homem e homem.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Deus construiu uma sólida ponte</p>
<p>Entre</p>
<p>O homem e Deus.</p>
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<p>Eu estabeleci uma poderosa ligação</p>
<p>Entre</p>
<p>Minha animal destruição</p>
<p>E minha humana frustração.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0126/2/749/"> Europe-Blossoms</a>, Agni Press, 1974.</em></p>
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<p>A sleepless willingness-heart</p>
<p>Is the bridge-builder</p>
<p>Between man and God.</p>
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<p>Um incansável coração-disposição</p>
<p>É um construidor de pontes</p>
<p>Entre o homem e Deus.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ap_252">Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 252</a>, Agni Press, 1998.</em></p>
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<p>Surrender</p>
<p>Is the strongest bridge</p>
<p>Between man and God.</p>
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<p>Entrega</p>
<p>É a ponte mais forte</p>
<p>Entre o homem e Deus.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_50">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 50</a>, Agni Press, 2009.</em></p>
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<p><strong>DEVOTION</strong></p>
<p>Devotion is the magnetic power in us. If we use this magnetic power, then we can please God sooner than the soonest. God gives us a bridge, and the name of that bridge is devotion. Both the seeker in us and God frequently cross this bridge. God comes to us to take care of our aspiration. We go to God for peace, light and bliss. Devotion is the bridge between our receptivity and God's Divinity.</p>
<p><strong>Devoção</strong></p>
<p>Devoção é o poder magnético em nós. Se utilizamos esse poder, então podemos agradar Deus agora mesmo. Deus nos dá uma ponte, e o nome dessa ponte é devoção. Tanto o buscador em nós quanto Deus atravessam essa ponte com frequência. Deus vem até nos para tomar conta de nossa aspiração. Nós buscamos Deus por paz, luz e deleite. Devoção é a ponte entre nossa receptividade e a Divindade de Deus.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy,<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/1308/2/7/"> Rainbow-Flowers, Part 2</a>, Agni Press, 1999.</em></p>
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<p>Every seeker</p>
<p>Has to cross over</p>
<p>The love-devotion-surrender-bridge.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Todo buscador</p>
<p>Deve cruzar</p>
<p>A ponte-amor-devoção-entrega.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_30">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 30</a>, Agni Press, 2002.</em></p>
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<p>To bridge the aching gap between man and God there is one thing: concern.</p>
<p>Para fazer a ponte no abismo entre homem e Deus, há uma coisa: cuidado e carinho.</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0491/1/159/">To-Morrow's Dawn, </a>Agni Press, 1982.</em></p>
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<p>While we are on earth we have to know that it is through constant aspiration that we can build a bridge between the finite and the Infinite. Then we shall carry the finite with us into the infinite and become one with the Infinite. (...)</p>
<p>Enquanto estamos na Terra, devemos saber que é através de constante aspiração que conseguimos construir uma ponte entre o finito e o Infinito. Então carregaremos o finito conosco para o infinito e nos tornaremos um com o Infinito. (...)</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0155/8/1/">Canada Aspires, Canada Receives, Canada Achieves Part 1</a>, Agni Press, 1974.</em></p>
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<h2>Wunder Bewusstseinswandel</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="nandita-polissar.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/de/storyimages/nandita-polissar.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Eine meiner erschreckendsten Lebenserfahrungen bestand darin, eine Augenoperation wegen einer Netzhautablösung machen zu lassen. Gewöhnlich bin ich eine sachliche Person und mache mir nicht so oft Sorgen. Aber irgendetwas an meinem Kopf repariert zu bekommen, erschreckte mich und vielleicht an einem Auge blind aufzuwachen, war auch nicht gerade tröstlich. Als ich nach der Operation im Erholungsraum lag, rief Sri Chinmoy an. Ich kam gerade wieder zu Bewusstsein, immer noch mit derselben Angst in mir. Ich fühlte mich, als ob ich unterginge und grub wie wild meinen Weg zur Oberfläche eines großen schwarzen Loches. Ich erinnere mich nur, Sri Chinmoy sagen zu hören: "Denke nur an Frieden. Denke nur an Frieden." Sofort, ich meine in weniger als einer Sekunde, ersetzte ein Gefühl von vollständigem Wohlsein die Furcht und die Besorgnis in mir. Ich war ein Kind in den Armen seines tief geliebten Vaters mit der inneren Versicherung, dass alles perfekt und in Ordnung war.<br/>
Sri Chinmoy sagt, dass der Bewusstseinswandel das wirkliche Wunder ist, und für mich fällt dieses Erlebnis definitiv in diese Kategorie.<br/>
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This evening will feature the songs of Bengal’s most revered poet and songsmith, Nobel Prize winner <strong>Rabindranath Tagore</strong> (1860-1941), and its most prolific composer, <strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong> (1931-2007), who wrote over 13,000 Bengali songs.</p>
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<p>Avik Deb is an accomplised singer from northern Bangladesh, and a graduate of the renowned Shurer Dhara music school in Dhaka under the expert tutelage of Rezwana Choudhury Bannya, one of the world’s foremost singers of Rabindrasangeet (Tagore songs).<br/>
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Accompanying himself on harmonium, he will also be joined by Sadanand Magee on tabla, who has performed in over 20 countries as part of the international Songs of the Soul concert series. Avik is currently on a short tour playing concerts in the UK and Ireland.</p>
<p>For more information call 085-1450880, or get in touch with us on our contact form</p>
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<h2>The spiritual reasons for being vegetarian</h2><div class="field-item"><figure class="right"><img alt="food11_-_copy.jpg" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/toshala/food11_-_copy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>I became a vegetarian when I joined the Sri Chinmoy Centre. Sri Chinmoy asks his students to be vegetarian for their spiritual development:</p>
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<p>If a seeker does not stop eating meat, generally he does not get subtle experiences, subtle visions or subtle realisations… the mild qualities of fruits and vegetables help us to establish, in our inner life as well as in our outer life, the qualities of sweetness, softness, simplicity and purity.” </p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_76pj4xs" title="Excerpts from Meditation: Man-Perfection in God-Satisfaction" href="#footnote1_76pj4xs">1</a></strong></p>
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<p>So there you have it. I became a vegetarian in 1991, cold turkey, just like that. And to my surprise I never looked back! I gave it a go to see how long I would last before cravings for meat overtook me – arising from some mad dietary imbalance – however none have yet, and it has been more than 20 years since I started.<br/>
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<p>One of the most common questions that I get quizzed about by people who are not vegetarian is: “Where do you get your protein from?” Of course the answer is that I get it from my food. The 20 or so amino acids that make up a full complement of proteins are everywhere – my favourite response to that question comes from Sherry Brescia, who states: “Have you ever seen a protein-deficient cow? I haven’t – and all they eat is grass!”<br/>
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<p>What’s more, in vegetarian food the amino acids are far more available and in a readily digestible state than in animal flesh – whatever you eat you have to break down, no matter what form it is in, and the process of breaking down animal tissues causes the body far more harm than the process of breaking down plant tissues.</p>
<p>But each to their own.</p>
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<p>I owned <strong>The Blue Bird</strong> vegetarian cafe for many years, and I would offer general introductory workshops in vegetarianism to those who are either interested in becoming vegetarian (for whatever reasons – be it for better health or global awareness or humanitarian reasons or spiritual or because the food is tasty, or anything), or who are just interested in what we eat and would like to try some. People came away from the workshop unanimously liking the samples of vegetarian food offered during it. Which is very satisfying.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_76pj4xs"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_76pj4xs">1.</a> Excerpts from Meditation: Man-Perfection in God-Satisfaction</li>
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<h2>Den Ärmelkanal durchschwommen</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="vasanti-niemz-okt-2010.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/storyimages/vasanti-niemz-okt-2010.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Am 9. September 1985 ergab es sich – Zufall oder höhere Macht? - , dass ich als erstes Mitglied des internationalen Sri Chinmoy Marathon Teams erfolgreich den Ärmelkanal durchschwamm - nach kaum viereinhalb Monaten Training. Ein Jahr zuvor hatte es schon ein Teamkollege versucht, der ein viel besserer Schwimmer war – ein deutscher Jugend-Vizemeister - aber er scheiterte an der Kälte. Ein anderer Meditationsschüler Sri Chinmoys, der ebenso wie ich Ende April 1985 mit dem Training begonnen hatte, durchschwamm den Kanal nur einen Tag nach mir, in einer schnelleren Zeit, obwohl er im Training immer langsamer war. Sein "Pilot" (d.h. der Kapitän des Begleitbootes) wollte noch einen Tag warten in der Hoffnung auf bessere Wetter- und Strömungsbedingungen.<br/>
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Für mich war der Ärmelkanal eine sehr, sehr spezielle Erfahrung. Besonders während des Schwimmens selbst, aber auch schon in der Zeit vorher, erfuhr ich sehr stark nicht nur die äußere, sondern auch auch die innere Unterstützung und Anteilnahme so vieler meiner Meditationsfreunde und TeamkollegInnen auf der ganzen Welt, die um die Herausforderung wussten. Mein Meditationslehrer Sri Chinmoy, auf dessen Inspiration hin das Abenteuer Ärmelkanal in unserem Team überhaupt erst lebendig wurde, hatte während der Vorbereitung auf vielfältige Weise Unterstützung, Motivation und Trainingshilfe gegeben. Wie ich von einer Freundin später hörte, saß er auch während meines Schwimmens die meiste Zeit über in seinem Haus in New York und meditierte auf mich und meine Herausforderung. Gleichzeitig stand er über Helfer regelmäßig im Kontakt mit meinem Belgeitboot, um Informationen zu erhalten, wie es mir ginge. Vielleicht ist das die Erklärung dafür, dass mir die Kanaldurchquerung so extrem "leicht" fiel und innerlich eine so spezielle Erfahrung wurde – ich betrachte das als ein großes Geschenk oder einen großen Segen.<br/>
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Als ich um sieben Uhr morgens am berühmten Shakespeare Beach, von dem damals alle Kanalüberquerungen von England nach Frankreich starteten, nach einigen Momenten innerer Sammlung ins Wasser watete, hatte ich vollstes Vertrauen, dass ich es schaffen würde. Die ersten beiden Stunden waren die schwierigsten - in Anführungszeichen - da hier die Gedanken noch sehr aktiv waren. Danach stellte sich allmählich ein wunderschöner Flow ein, und die Zeit von einem "Feed" zum nächsten verging wie im Flug. Nachdem ich sechs Stunden geschwommen war, konnte ich beim nächsten Fütterungsstopp beide Küsten sehen, ich hatte geografisch betrachtet die Mitte des Ärmelkanals erreicht – und ich hatte das klare Gefühl, dass es auf einer inneren Ebene bereits geschafft war. Ich musste nur noch zu Ende schwimmen. Die meiste Zeit über fühlte ich mich getragen von einer Welle innerer Freude, die zum Teil an Seligkeit grenzte. Ich genoss den Rhythmus des Atems und der Kraulzüge und den Tanz der Sonnenstrahlen im türkisfarbenen Wasser und den blauen Himmel über mir.<br/>
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Nach etwa elf Stunden begann die Gegenströmung einzusetzen, die Sonne ging unter und allmählich wurde es dunkel. Vorher hatte ich mir nicht vorstellen können, in der Dunkelheit zu schwimmen. Ich hätte es nie gewagt, in der Nacht in pechschwarzes, unbekanntes Wasser zu steigen. Jetzt aber, beim langsamen Übergang in die Nacht, fühlte ich mich geborgen und sicher. Bei jedem Atemzug blickte ich in den sternenübersäten Himmel über mir. Und wenn ich nun in das schwarze Wasser hinab blickte, begann ich vor mir ein helles Licht zu sehen, in das ich buchstäblich hineinschwamm. In der Mitte der Dunkelheit erschien wie ein strahlendes Licht – das  "Transzendentale" Bild Sri Chinmoys, das ihn nicht als Person, sondern vielmehr ein hohes Meditationsbewusstsein zeigt.</p>
<p>Erst hieß es, ich könne es eventuell in 12 Stunden schaffen, aber wie so oft im Kanal machte die Strömung daraus noch eine Stunde und noch eine Stunde und noch eine … aber es machte mir nichts aus. Zum Glück wusste niemand, dass ich noch fünf weitere Stunden zu schwimmen hatte, bevor meine Füße französischen Sand berühren würden! 12 Stunden war ich schon im Training geschwommen, jetzt darüber hinaus zu gehen, gab sogar neue Motivation. Und so schwamm ich in den letzten Stunden von Fütterung zu Fütterung in dieses unendliche Bewusstsein von Licht und Wonne hinein, das ich immer vor mir sah, wie ein sich ständig transzendierendes Ziel.</p>
<p>Vasanti Niemz (Heidelberg)</p>
<p>Im September 2010 durchschwamm Vasanti als erste deutsche Frau solo und ohne Neoprenanzug zum zweiten Mal den Ärmelkanal, fuhr danach 300 km mit dem Rad und lief zuletzt zwei Marathons. Ein  Ärmelkanal-Triathlon Dover-Brüssel-Aachen war so zu sagen geboren. Die <a href="https://www.faz.net/aktuell/gesellschaft/fragen-an-vasanti-niemz-aermelkanal-durchschwimmerin-ich-musste-18-kilo-zulegen-11040837.html" target="_blank">Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung</a> veröffentlichte darüber ein Interview mit ihr. Einen ausführlicheren Bericht von Vasanti über ihre Erfahrungen mit dem Ärmelkanal im Jahr 1985 können Sie <a href="https://de.srichinmoyraces.org/news/schwimmen/armelkanal" target="_blank">hier lesen</a>.</p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/den-armelkanal-durchschwommen">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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When Sri Chinmoy came to New Zealand in 2002 and lifted 1000 lambs, this had special significance for me because when I was a child one of my best friends was a lamb.<br/>
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<em>I met him on his birthday, which was also the day he was orphaned.</em><br/>
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I christened him ‘Lambert’ and thereafter we became inseparable buddies. He had a fabulous set of lungs – his clamorous bleating echoed melodiously (not!) around the hills and valleys of our farm, starting very, very, very, very early in the mornings. I was trained at a really early stage in his life to have his bottle full, warm and ready to go several times a day.<br/>
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When he was nearly three years old we moved to town. Despite my pleas that we need never mow the lawn again, Lambert was not allowed to come too. Instead I had to take him to the neighbours, who were very nice people, but it meant that our lives were to go separate ways from now on. When the fateful day came I had to walk him on a lead to the neighbours’ place and it was the longest 400 metres ever. (I think it took us 2 hours.) I gave him every opportunity to nibble that he wished for so he mowed his way along the grass verge to his new home while I was racking my brains for a way to sneak him into the car, yet knowing that I would never get away with it as my mother was fearsomely observant.</p>
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<p>He was very surprised and not very happy when I left him with the neighbours – who nonetheless promised to play with him every day and give him a happy home.</p>
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He did not live very long after this as his new caregivers went looking for him when he went missing one evening and found him lying in his paddock – victim to a stray bullet during duck shooting season. God had claimed back the beautiful, innocent, happy soul that had blessed my life.</p>
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When Sri Chinmoy lifted the lambs in New Zealand, I thought of my Lambert and my heart was filled with peace and love as it felt as if these dear, sweet, humble creatures, as well as New Zealand itself, were being blessed by this great man.<br/>
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<h2>The Swimming Relay</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Every year Sri Chinmoy goes on a Christmas Trip and from all over the world, several hundred people join the trip. In the Christmas/New Year of 1993/1994 the trip went to some of the Pacific Islands, and in early January 1994 the contingent was to be found in Suva, Fiji.</p>
<p>It was during this section that a swimming relay race was organised by the Germans, the girls of whom were mostly super swimmers. There were four to a team – their team comprising English Channel swimmers and triathletes such as Vasanti Niemz and Praphulla Nocker. The Australia and New Zealand girls team featured Sushmitam Rouse (from Melbourne), Subarata Cunningham, Nishima Knowsley (both from Auckland) – who were all really good swimmers – and myself (from Hamilton), who was the weak link!</p>
<p>In order to train for the event we went to the Municipal Pool in Suva (where the event was to be held the very next day!) and I found that I couldn’t swim a length without stopping for breath. The rest of the team effortlessly cleaved through the water and encouraged me to keep going. By the end of the session I was exhausted and my arms ached badly.<br/>
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I was determined to do my very best for the team, nonetheless, and tried not to be too intimidated the next day as Sri Chinmoy and the entire contingent of Sri Chinmoy Centre members trooped in to spectate, and – as all the teams lined up – just how fit and superb the German girls team looked in their professional Olympic-standard racing togs, bathing caps and – to my sincere dread – goggles.<br/>
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Anyway as the rather serious-looking timekeeping crew organised themselves (timekeepers – yikes!!) I was fervently praying that I wouldn’t bore them and the crowd too much with my performance – and then the race began! Sushmitam took off to a mighty start – cleanly and evenly matching the equally clean and even German rival team member – and together they set a clear lead early in the length, leaving all of the other teams floundering in their wake.</p>
<p>Glumly I mounted the diving steps – Gee it was a long way down! (I was second swimmer as the rest of my team wanted to get me over with quickly, then do their best to make up whatever I lost. That, at least, was the Plan.) As the heroic Sushmitam – neck and neck with the German swimmer – neared the wall, I was praying that I wouldn’t let the team down by too much, and I looked down. To my utter horror there was the world’s most HUGE CRAB at the bottom of the pool. I don’t mean just big – I mean HUGE! But then I was diving! Into the water! Where The Crab Was!<br/>
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It is a known fact that in moments of sheer terror in humans, an automatic panic phenomenon kicks in called the ‘fight or flight’ response. Adrenalin floods your system giving you abnormal powers of reflex, enabling a rapid reaction to horrific stimuli. On the way down to the water, as the adrenalin flooded my system, my mind filled with unspeakable visions of The Crab chasing me down the pool. I hit the water already swimming, raced down the entire length and out the other end without even touching the bottom of the pool. On the way out I nearly hit Nishima who was diving in. My heart was pounding and what’s more, nothing except a direct command from God Himself would ever induce me to get into that pool again!</p>
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<p>It served its purpose. I had totally blitzed the field and the remaining two strong members of the team (Nishima and Subarata) swam us to an easy victory. (Subarata said, “What came over you? You were like a madwoman!”)<br/>
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That was the fastest length by far that I have ever or will ever swim but sadly the splits were not taken. It is the story of my life – the fastest 100 metres I have ever run was when a ram was chasing me – a hazard of taking a shortcut across his paddock – but no one was there to time that either! C’est la vie!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/swimming-relay">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy&#039;s meeting with President De Valera</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>Aras an Uachtaráin<br/>
June 15, 1973</strong></p>
<p>At 12:20 p.m., Colonel McNamara, the President’s aide-de-camp. escorted me into the President’s room and introduced me to the President. The President stood up and said, “Mr. Sri Chinmoy, please come in.”</p>
<p>I said to the President, “Dear President, I am so grateful to you for granting me the great opportunity of visiting you.”</p>
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<p>The President replied, “Mr. Chinmoy, I would like to have a long, long talk with you about spiritual matters. But I am afraid time will not permit me, for today for I have a few more interviews to give today. Anyway, please sit down.”</p>
<p>I asked the President to please be seated first. So he sat down and I followed. He then asked me to come closer to him, for he could not see very well. “Mr. Chinmoy, do you believe in the New Testament?” he asked me. “I believe in each word of the New Testament.”</p>
<p>I replied, “I have implicit faith in the New Testament.”</p>
<p>“I see. In that case, we can have a heart-to-heart talk,” he said. “First of all, I would like to ask you a few questions from the Bible. Why did the Lord choose Abraham and such a little place as Palestine?</p>
<p>“Some people are under the impression that the Christ chose to be a descendant of Abraham,” I replied. “But the Son Himself did not choose Abraham and Palestine. It was His Father who made the choice for Him.”</p>
<p>“Why did the Father do that?” ‘The Father saw abundant faith in Abraham’s inner life and tremendous obedience in his outer life. And He chose Palestine because it happens that a small and insignificant place is usually more effective for the spiritual Masters to operate in. Usually the spiritual Masters choose to start out in a small place, and from there they enter into the wider world.”</p>
<p>“I am so happy to hear that. Now do you not think the crucifixion of our Lord was a terrible thing?”<br/>
“From the human point of view, the crucifixion was undoubtedly a terrible thing. But from the divine point of view it was something unavoidable, inevitable and, at the same time, most significant.”</p>
<p>“In what sense was it most significant?” “It was most significant in this sense: that the Christ’s sacrifice of His own life accelerated the progress of humanity and brought humanity closer to God”.</p>
<p>“Is it so? I am so happy to hear that. Now why did He say, ‘My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?’ And also, why did He say. ‘Father, forgive them for they know not what they do’? Isn’t this contradictory?”</p>
<p>“To me, this is not contradictory at all. These statements were made: from two different planes of consciousness. When He said, ‘My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?’ it was the human in Him that spoke. When He said, ‘Father, forgive them for they know not what they do,’ it was the divine in Him that spoke.”</p>
<p>“How is it that one cannot have only the divine and not also the human, especially in the case of the Lord?”</p>
<p>“When the Lord takes a human form, He has at times to adopt human ways and means. If He does not, humanity will say, ‘You are the Lord, You are God. That is why everything is possible for You. For us mortals, there is no hope.’ The Lord plays the role of a helpless human being so that He can make human beings feel that they, too, can eventually become as great as He is. Here His human life greatly inspires mankind to strive for the Heavenly Heights.”</p>
<p>“I am extremely grateful to you for giving me this wisdom. People don’t understand what kind of suffering our Lord has gone through.”</p>
<p>‘’That is true, absolutely true. Just two days ago, I gave a talk at Cambridge. Two students who were anti-Christ asked me hostile questions about the Christ. One of them said to me, ‘Why did the Christ say, “I am the only way”? How can He be the only way?’ I justified the Lord’s message by saying that what the Lord meant in His message was that aspiration was the only way - the only way of reaching Heaven, and Heaven is salvation. When the Lord is on earth, He becomes one with aspiration; and when He is in Heaven, He becomes one with salvation. When He goes to Heaven, He carries earth to Heaven with aspiration; and when He comes to earth, He brings down salvation from Heaven.”</p>
<p>“What is the thing that you admire most in the Christ?”</p>
<p>“I admire two things most: His Compassion and Love.”</p>
<p>“Love! Don’t use that word. In my whole life I have never understood what it actually means. Human love is all confusion.”</p>
<p>“It is absolutely true. Human love is all confusion, but divine Love is all illumination. Human love binds. Divine Love expands. We experience this truth only when we enter into the spiritual life. “</p>
<p>“In this life, I won’t have the time to try and experience divine Love.”</p>
<p>“Why not, dear President? I pray to the Almighty to grant you at least nine more years <em>(at that time, President de Valera was almost 91 years of age)</em> to stay on earth and offer your light and wisdom to the world. And I wish to tell you that you have already experienced divine Love from your tremendous struggle and sacrifice for your country. Sacrifice is a form of divine Love. Suffering for the independence of one’s country is nothing but divine Love.</p>
<p>“By the way, our Mahatma Gandhi, the father of the Indian nation, said to his countrymen when Ireland achieved its independence, ‘What is wrong with us? If Ireland can achieve independence, what is wrong with us? Ireland is so close to England, whereas we are so far from that country. So it is much easier for us to win independence.’”</p>
<p>“Ah, your Gandhi was really a wise man. He was undoubtedly wiser than I. He preached non-violence and lived non-violence. I resorted to violence like a fool. Violence is not the answer.”...</p>
<p>...At this point, I offered President de Valera copies of some of my books. He expressed deep gratitude and said that although he could not himself read them, being almost blind, he would ask his wife to read them to him. Then Colonel McNamara came in and said, “President, some people are waiting for you and they have been waiting for a long time.”</p>
<p>The President again wanted to continue talking but I said, “I am extremely grateful to you, dear President, for this interview.”<br/>
“I am also grateful to you for illumining me and encouraging me in the evening of my life,” he said. “It is very rare that a spiritual person like you comes to visit me. Where are your hands? Come closer to me, please. I cannot see you. My vision is very poor.”</p>
<p>“God has denied you outer vision but He has granted you inner vision and He is increasing the power of that vision day by day. I see this in your ever-increasing love and compassion for your country.”</p>
<p>The President was so deeply moved that he grasped my hands and kissed them with much emotion and affection. Then he stood up to bid me farewell and asked Colonel McNamara to show me all the rooms in the palace.</p></div></div>
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<h2>Feminist Spirituality</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p>I believe that the equality of men and women in the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Global.">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> worldwide community will someday be remembered as a most significant moment in the timeline of women&#39;s spiritual evolution, and therefore of all humanity. Whether past or present, I know of no other Eastern spiritual path or master that has offered women such a central and equal place alongside men.</p>
<p>Looking back through history, many Eastern spiritual masters did not accept women students. Realistically, it must have been an almost impossible task to entertain focusing with one-pointed concentration on the goal of complete union with God inside oneself at the same time as serving and nurturing a husband and children.</p>
<p>The reason I say this will be remembered as an historic juncture is that the constellation of circumstances making possible a new form of spiritual evolution for women is itself unprecedented. The first ingredient is the evolution of technology which greatly reduced the highly labor-intensive nature of running a household, labor done mostly by women.</p>
<p>Secondly, only in the last thirty to forty years in Western society has the notion of women not existing solely as helpmate to man and mother to children even existed - granted not including that there has always been a small minority of women who chose spiritual practise (perhaps as a nun), career or intellectual development, most likely with the privilege of wealth making it feasible.</p>
<p>The feminist movement, while replete with flaws as many socio- political movements inevitably are, has made this second reality possible. The role of wife and mother is a now a choice a woman can consider rather than being the only viable role to play in society. I was born in 1960. My mother&#39;s generation never even questioned the notion that marriage and children was the only choice (see the film &quot;Mona Lisa Smile&quot; for a depiction of this). Then in a single generation as her daughter, I was raised to believe that this was not the only choice. And that context helped lead me to where I am today. Financially self-supporting, unmarried, childless and consciously striving towards the eventual and lofty goal of God-realization.</p>
<p>Thus, I find myself one of many female students of <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy</a> who are flourishing and pioneering something rather special and new. And flourish is indeed the operative word. I find that the Sri Chinmoy Centre is an extraordinary opportunity for women to pursue the highest spiritual goals without actually living a completely cloistered lifestyle. Within the group, the atmosphere of purity allows one to progress without the distraction of feeling that men in the group are seeing you primarily as a potential romantic interest. And I have never ever felt that Sri Chinmoy views anybody as a gendered being first and foremost. He teaches that the soul is beyond male and female and down to the minutest details that perspective informs all aspects of our lifestyle.</p>
<p>Many women are in positions of authority as centre leaders in the worldwide chapters of our group. Women often choose to participate in sporting events that defy the mind&#39;s imagination such as the feat of ultra-marathon running and multi-day running events. Women are playing key roles as business owners, managers and dedicated volunteers in our various <a href="https://www.onenessheart.org/" target="_blank" title="The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles Worldwide Humanitarian Service.">humanitarian efforts</a>. The idea of stereotype or restricted roles simply does not exist. Here we find an atmosphere that helps women come forward who might ordinarily be overshadowed by men who have been socialized to more easily assert themselves in public.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> has written countless poems and songs to the feminine aspect of the Divine. And all of this respect for women as far as I can tell is never at the expense of men. I think it is impossible for Sri Chinmoy to view either men or women as anything less than the branches of the tree, of which the trunk is the Absolute Supreme.</p>
<p>If you haven&#39;t guessed already, I was a staunch feminist before I became Sri Chinmoy&#39;s student. In my opinion, the oppression of women is the most complex of all injustices because of their exceedingly intimate relationship with their oppressor. Following this spiritual path paves a road that envisions a world where that complex and painful dynamic need not exist. If those viewing our path from outside imagine that women are unsafe, restricted or repressed in this environment, I ask history itself to speak for me and know in the depths of my heart that someday all women will remember this juncture in their evolution as staggering in its significance.</p>
<p>In conclusion, the song &quot;Bread and Roses&quot; wafts through my head as I write this because of the line, &quot;the rising of the women, means the rising of us all.&quot; If you are not familiar with it, here are the lyrics below:</p>
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BREAD AND ROSES</h3>
<p><strong>- by Caroline Kohsleet and James Oppenheim</strong></p>
<p>As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day<br/>
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand millofts gray<br/>
Are touched by all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses<br/>
For the people hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses!</p>
<p>As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men<br/>
For they are women&#39;s brothers and we&#39;ll march with them again<br/>
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes<br/>
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread but give us roses</p>
<p>As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead<br/>
Go crying through our singing our ancient cry for bread<br/>
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirit knew<br/>
Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.</p>
<p>As we go marching, marching, we stand together tall<br/>
The rising of the women, means the rising of us all<br/>
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil while one reposes<br/>
But a sharing of life&#39;s glories, bread and roses, bread and roses.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/feminist_spirituality">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>On Wednesday, we planted a Peace Tree in Harcourt Arboretum, Oxford. The event took place with the arrival of the World Harmony Run.</p>
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<h2>The Outer Running and the Inner Running</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em><strong>Jayasalini is an accomplished ultra-marathon runner, triathlete and book and article author on running, she ran numerous times the Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 6 and 10 day races and an ironman triathlon. She now gives meditation classes in former Soviet Union, as well as has come to Slovenia and Brazil as an invited lecturer.</strong></em></p>
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<p>The very first time I heard the word “Meditation”, it caught my attention, but at that time I did not know its meaning.   Later I found out that it relates to some spiritual practices.  I was always under impression that these things were meant only for some special people and, by far, not everybody could practice it. </p>
<p>What attracted me in Sri Chinmoy’s philosophy is that he says that everybody can meditate and everybody has already had some experience of meditation.  We could not be aware that it was a meditation, but we definitely have had this kind of experience.  Simply looking at a burning fire’s flames or dissolving in the endless sky while looking at clouds can bring us to the experience of meditation – when we silence our mind and dive deep into our spiritual heart.  Silencing the mind – the state where there are no thoughts – was totally new for me and I wanted to extend that experience.</p>
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<p>Meditation is everybody's birthright.<br/>
In meditation <br/>
We establish our oneness <br/>
With the entire world, <br/>
And our whole being is inundated <br/>
With peace.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/st_15">Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 1</a></p>
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<p>What really struck me is how these spiritual experiences can be applicable in our day-to-day life. Spirituality and meditation is not something isolated from our everyday life. Rather, they are a common, single flow.  Meditation has indeed changed my life. And these changes still continue.  It helps me to discover my inner self, the qualities of my soul, my role here on earth, what I am supposed to do. Meditation gives anwers to many of my questions.  <br/>
One of the most unexpected discoveries that came to me after I started meditating under Sri Chinmoy’s guidance are my sport activities. I always liked sports, played volleyball and enjoyed different games, but I could never imagine myself doing such things as running for hours or even for days in a row… Marathon runners seemed to be supermen, and a marathon race seemed something beyond my reach. Something that I could never dare even to dream about. But after joining the path of Sri Chinmoy, I found out that many of his disciples have run marathons. Even those who did not seem to look very sportive have completed quite a few marathons.</p>
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<p>There are many books by <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> where he gives advices on inner preparation and outer training for marathon. One of my favorites is <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ORI"> The Outer Running and the Inner Running</a>.  These books helped me a lot, and I got rid of fear of the distance.  Once I registered for the half-marathon race.  There was one common start for two distances – marathon and half-marathon.  The race started and, when I reached the point where those running half-marathon were supposed to turn back to the direction of the finish line, I felt a strong urge to continue and run the full marathon.  This feeling inside was so strong, clear and powerful that I had no doubts: I continued and finished the first marathon in my life.  Tears of gratitude filled my heart while running the home stretch to the finish.  I knew it was nothing by God’s Grace that carried me through all the distance. </p>
<p>This  was the very beginning of my ultra-marathon journey.   After that first marathon I still cannot stop…  I feel that my soul wants me to continue running.  Half year later I found myself on the start-line of 10 day race and, since that, self-transcendence became part of my everyday life.</p>
<p>Transcending my own limits through sports is a very simple and clear way for me to realize that our capacities are truly unlimited, when we dive deep within and bring forward our divinity.  One of my favorite aphorisms, that I often repeat as a mantra during my runs, is:</p>
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<p>“We are all truly unlimited,<br/>
If we only dare to try<br/>
And have faith.”</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0933/">Aspiration-Body, Illumination-Soul Part 1</a><br/>
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<h3>Related</h3>
<p>Interview from <a href="https://perfectionjourney.org/2012/04/29/day-eleven-a-total-journey/">day 6</a> and <a href="https://perfectionjourney.org/2012/04/24/day-seven-the-supremes-own-plan/">day 3</a> from 2012 race:</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/welcome">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Heilende Kraft</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Im Jahr 1979 auf dem Weg zur Weihnachtsreise mit Sri Chinmoy nach Hawaii war ich zuvor einige Tage in New York. Ich bekam starke Zahnschmerzen und ging zu einem Zahnarzt. Er sagte, ich br&auml;uchte eine Wurzelbehandlung, weil der Fall ernst sei. Weil ich jedoch zwei Tage sp&auml;ter nach Hawaii fliegen wollte, konnte er die Behandlung nicht durchf&uuml;hren.<br/>
Jemand erw&auml;hnte die Angelegenheit Sri Chinmoy gegen&uuml;ber, und am n&auml;chsten Tag, auf dem Weg zu unserer Abendveranstaltung, blieb Sri Chinmoy stehen, als er bei mir vorbeiging. Er sagte: &quot;So, du hast starke Zahnschmerzen?&quot; Ich sagte: &quot;Ja, Guru.&quot; Sri Chinmoy schenkte mir ein breites L&auml;cheln und ging weiter. Von diesem Augenblick an h&ouml;rten die Zahnschmerzen auf, wann immer ich in Sri Chinmoys Gegenwart war, und als wir dann nach Hawaii flogen, waren sie v&ouml;llig verschwunden und kamen nie wieder. &nbsp;<br/>
Als wir wieder zu Hause in Deutschland waren, ging ich sofort zum Zahnarzt und erz&auml;hlte ihm von meinem Zahnproblem, das ich drei Wochen zuvor hatte. Er machte eine R&ouml;ntgenaufnahme und sagte, dass mit dem Zahn alles in Ordnung sei. Dieser Zahn qu&auml;lte mich nie mehr.<br/>
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Eines Tages verletzte ich meinen R&uuml;cken bei der Arbeit. Die Schmerzen wurden immer schlimmer. W&auml;hrend der Nacht wachte ich mit extrem starken Schmerzen auf. Ich hatte das Gef&uuml;hl, dass ich vor Schmerzen ohnm&auml;chtig werden w&uuml;rde, so stand ich auf und eilte zu Karalis Zimmer. Ungl&uuml;cklicherweise wurde ich auf dem Weg dorthin ohnm&auml;chtig und fiel auf den Fliesenboden. Es musste einen heftigen Aufschlag gegeben haben, weil beide, meine Frau Karali und meine Tochter Aruna, aufwachten. Als ich wieder mein Bewusstsein erlangte, konnte ich mich wegen der Schmerzen und der Schw&auml;che durch die Ohnmachtnicht bewegen.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<br/>
Aruna rief Ashrita in New York an, und gl&uuml;cklicherweise konnte er Sri Chinmoy meine Situation sofort mitteilen. W&auml;hrend ich so am Boden lag, f&uuml;hlte ich ganz deutlich, wie die Schmerzen weggingen, sie schmolzen dahin wie eine Schneeflocke. Innerhalb von einigen Minuten waren sie komplett verschwunden und kamen nicht mehr zur&uuml;ck.</p>
<p>Projjwal Pohland (Augsburg)</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/heilende-kraft">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>How to be a good spiritual seeker?</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="bowingbyvilassilverton.jpg" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/patanga/bowingbyvilassilverton.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>As a foreword, I have honestly to say that it does sound quite amusing that I got into writing this. This question and the answers that may come up here actually mean my own seeking for an answer on how to improve my own standard. It seems to be something born out of my own aspiration. I usually feel that writing on spiritual topics is part of my conscious aspiration to improve on myself.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy depicts the ladder that runs from aspiration (per se) to dedication and manifestation (to be of oneness-service as a result of your aspiration) to realisation (the fulfilment of the Highest Vision of aspiration):</p>
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<p>The secret of realisation<br/>
Is aspiration in secret.</p>
<p>The secret of manifestation<br/>
Is dedication in secret.</p>
<p>The secret of perfection<br/>
Is satisfaction in secret.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff_7">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 7</a>, Agni Press, 1980.</p>
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<p> </p>
<h4>Am I a seeker?</h4>
<p>If you are reading this or if you go out running or if you are looking for something or (whatever...), then you are a seeker!</p>
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<p>"Dear friends, dear brothers and sisters, dear distinguished professors and deans, here we are all seekers. We are sailing in the same boat, the boat that is carrying us to the Golden Shore of the Beyond. Nothing gives me a greater sense of satisfaction than to be of dedicated service to seekers, for I am also a seeker, an eternal seeker, a seeker of the infinite Truth and Light. ..." -</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0406/1/23/"><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
The Meaning of Discipleship</a></p>
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<p>Sometimes we even do "wrong" things. But the past is dust. If you learn from something, that is your experience. Only please learn from it! Repeating the same things will delay your progress!</p>
<h4>How to improve?</h4>
<p>Through the inner cry of the heart, which is fulfilled by discipline, patience, simplicity and humility!</p>
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<p>"The role of the disciple is quite simple, of course, if he follows the path of the heart and not the path of the mind. The role of the disciple is to give what he has and what he is. What he has is an inner cry, which is birthless and deathless. The disciple offers this birthless and deathless inner cry to his Pilot Supreme and receives His infinite Light, eternal Peace, and immortal Bliss. What he is, is a devoted and soulful instrument. He wants to help mankind see the beauty of the Infinite in the very heart of the finite. He wants to unite earth’s helpless cry and Heaven’s endless Smile. He takes it as his bounden duty to serve both Mother Earth and Father Heaven. To manifest the eternal Truth is his constant cry and constant hunger. Undoubtedly, he is a chosen instrument of the Absolute Pilot Supreme.</p>
<p>"Yesterday’s disciple, today’s disciple, and tomorrow’s disciple. Yesterday’s disciple was simple and humble. Simplicity was his outer life, humility was his inner life. Simplicity and humility inundated his entire being. Today’s disciple is complicated and argumentative. Complication and argumentation reign supreme in his life, day in and day out. Tomorrow’s disciple will be the fastest spiritual runner. His code of life will be to run and become, to become and run. He will run in order to succeed; he will become in order to proceed. At times he will run to reach the Goal; at times the Goal will come to him. When he reaches the Goal, he will be blessed with the transcendental Pride of the Absolute Supreme. When the Goal reaches him, he will immediately sit at the Feet of the Absolute Supreme with his heart’s soulful gratitude-sea.</p>
<p>(...)</p>
<p>"Until the Goal is reached, do not stop! And this Goal is for whom? Not for the weakling! “The soul cannot be won by the weakling,” Nayam atma bala-hinena labhyo . The inner Goal can be achieved only by powerful souls, not by weak ones. The Goal that satisfies our inner world and our outer world, the Goal that quenches our Eternity’s thirst, will not be achieved by weaklings." </p>
- <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0406/1/23/">Sri Chinmoy, The Meaning of Discipleship</a></blockquote>
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<h4>The Spiritual Master and The Meaning of Surrender</h4>
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<p>"The Upanishadic seers have taught us how to inspire the body with inner dynamism just by repeating these soulful and powerful words of incantation:</p>
<p> Arise, awake! Realise and achieve the Highest with the help of the illumining, guiding and fulfilling Masters. The path is as sharp as the edge of a razor, difficult to cross, hard to tread—so declare the wise sages."</p>
<p>"Unfortunately, the present-day world is scared to death when it hears the word “surrender.” But the surrender that we speak of in the spiritual life is not the surrender of the slave to the master. It is the recognition of the Infinite by the finite. A tiny drop recognises its inner identity with the vast ocean. It then enters into the ocean and becomes the vast ocean itself.</p>
<p>"In the spiritual life, nobody is compelled to surrender. But everybody has an inner urge to grow into the Infinite. As the tiny drop grows into the Infinite, even so, our finite consciousness can eventually grow into Infinity. Surrender and freedom are always at daggers drawn, but if we dive deep within we see that there is no difference between these two so-called realities. They are just the obverse and the reverse of the same coin. Before we accepted the spiritual life, we enjoyed freedom in one way. We fulfilled, or wanted to fulfil, our earth-bound desires. We felt, perhaps, that we had the capacity and potentiality to be another Napoleon or Alexander the Great. Like Julius Caesar, we wanted to voice forth: “I came, I saw, I conquered.” This is the positive way that we could have embraced: this reality. Otherwise, if we embraced it in the negative way, then we would have cherished and admired deep in the inmost recesses of our heart the destructive message of Hitler and Stalin. In any event, before we entered into the spiritual life we did enjoy freedom; whether it was real freedom or not is another matter. But we can say that we enjoyed something in a limited way, and the after-effect was total frustration. Therefore, we needed a kind of escape. Or we can say that illumination dawned on us. So we gave up the desire-bound life and entered into the spiritual life.</p>
<p>"Previously we wanted to please and fulfil ourselves by fulfilling our desire-life, but now we want to please and fulfil ourselves by fulfilling our aspiration-life. It is not that we have given up our freedom. No! Freedom is always there. Only we have changed the course of the game, and now we are enjoying a different kind of freedom.</p>
<p>"Unfortunately, when we enter into the spiritual life and follow a Master, we feel that we are surrendering to somebody else and giving up our freedom. But this is not at all true. Nobody is compelling us to follow a spiritual path; nobody is compelling us to listen to the Master. The seeker has come to the Master on the strength of his own inner urge. The seeker is staying with the Master in order to fulfil a divine longing that he feels. He feels that the Master knows a little more than he does, so he himself has decided to follow the Master. It is his own freedom that he is exercising. So the question of surrender does not arise at all. When we lead, we enjoy freedom. Again, when we consciously, deliberately, soulfully and unconditionally follow, at that time we enjoy another kind of freedom. In the case of the seeker, his inner awareness, inner development and inner sense of truth are compelling him to follow a higher life, a more illumining life, a more fulfilling life. It is his own free choice.</p>
<p>"In the spiritual life, it is always God for God’s sake right from the beginning. If this message the seeker can embody, reveal and manifest in his life at every moment, then he will be a supreme and perfect instrument of his Beloved Supreme. There shall come a time when Mother Earth will be inundated with seeker-disciples who will be carrying the banner of unconditional surrender to God which is nothing other than conscious, constant, inseparable and unconditional divine oneness with their own higher reality and their Master who represents this higher reality."</p>
<p>3:00 PM</p>
<p>June 1, 1979</p>
<p>Pacific School of Religion</p>
<p>Berkeley, California</p>
<p>- <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0406/1/23/">Sri Chinmoy, The Meaning of Discipleship</a></p>
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<h2>Von Soldaten gesucht</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Diese Geschichte ereignete sich im Herbst 1992, kurz vor dem Krieg der Jugoslawien auseinanderrei&szlig;en sollte. Ich war gerade erst Sch&uuml;lerin von Sri Chinmoy geworden. Die jugoslawischen Sch&uuml;ler hatten ein Treffen geplant, zu dem sie aus dem ganzen Land anreisen wollten. Es sollte in Sarajewo stattfinden, der Hauptstadt der Republik Bosnien. F&uuml;r uns Sch&uuml;ler aus Belgrad war Sarajewo am besten mit dem Zug zu erreichen; allerdings f&uuml;hrte die Strecke auch durch ein sehr gef&auml;hrliches Teilst&uuml;ck im Gebiet einer anderen Republik, und gerade &uuml;ber eine bestimmte Bahnstation in diesem Gebiet kursierten Ger&uuml;chte &uuml;ber entsetzliche Vorkommnisse, die sich immer wieder dort ereigneten. Jeder durchkommende Zug wurde dort angehalten und die Papiere der Reisenden von Soldaten untersucht. Sie suchten nach Leuten mit gewissen Nachnamen, welche sie als Angeh&ouml;rige einer anderen Nationalit&auml;t und somit Erzfeinde der letzten kriegerischen Auseinandersetzungen auswiesen. Machten die Soldaten eine solche Person ausfindig, zerrten sie sie aus dem Zug und t&ouml;teten sie in einem nahegelegenen Feld. Die serbische Polizei wiederum wagte nicht, sich dem Zug als Begleitschutz anzuschlie&szlig;en, da sie in diesem Fall von den Soldaten ebenfalls exekutiert w&uuml;rden.<br/>
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Nun wies allerdings mein eigener Nachname, und auch die einiger anderer Sch&uuml;ler, genau die Eigenheiten auf, auf die es die blutr&uuml;nstigen Soldaten abgesehen hatten. Wir hatten daher in unserem Zentrum in Belgrad eine ernsthafte Diskussion dar&uuml;ber, ob wir es wagen k&ouml;nnten zu dem Treffen in Sarajewo anzureisen, oder ob man gar das Treffen f&uuml;r ganz Jugoslawien absagen sollte. Da es aber schon von langer Hand geplant und von allen sehns&uuml;chtig erwartet wurde, beschlossen wir schlussendlich doch zu fahren. Auch hatten wir das Gef&uuml;hl, dass wir uns als Anh&auml;nger eines spirituellen Meisters, und als Friedensbewegung, nicht durch solch dunkle Umst&auml;nde davon abhalten lassen sollten. Und siehe da, die Zugfahrt nach Sarajewo verlief ohne Zwischenf&auml;lle und wir verbrachten mehrere wunderbare Tage im Kreise unserer Freunde. Das sollte sich allerdings auf der R&uuml;ckfahrt schlagartig &auml;ndern!<br/>
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Als wir in besagter Station einfuhren, bestieg eine Gruppe Soldaten den Zug und kontrollierte jedes Abteil. Schlie&szlig;lich kamen sie auch zu uns und verlangten unsere Ausweise. Als der Soldat den Namen in meinem Pass sah, riss er &uuml;berrascht die Augen auf und wollte sofort meinen Wohnort und den Grund meiner Reise wissen. Ob ich Verwandte in der verhassten Region h&auml;tte, ob ich Kontakt zu ihnen pflegte, sie besuchen w&uuml;rde &hellip; .&nbsp; Als er mit dem Ausfragen begann, fragte ich mich &auml;ngstlich, was jetzt passieren w&uuml;rde. Aber ich versuchte &auml;u&szlig;erlich ruhig zu bleiben und die Fragen des Soldaten so besonnen wie m&ouml;glich zu beantworten. Ich verneinte gewissenhaft, dass ich Verwandte in dem besagten Gebiet kennen w&uuml;rde, zeigte ihm meinen Studentenausweis und versuchte ihm zu beweisen, dass ich in Belgrad geboren w&auml;re, dort studierte und keinerlei Verbindung zu anderen Teilgebieten Jugoslawiens h&auml;tte. Dann erz&auml;hlte ich ihm, dass ich ein Mitglied der Sri Chinmoy Friedensorganisation sei und dass ich in der Gruppe reiste. Der Soldat jedoch schien nicht &uuml;berzeugt. Immer und immer wieder stellte er mir dieselben Fragen und weigerte sich mir meinen Pass zur&uuml;ckzugeben. Schlie&szlig;lich trat er aus unserem Abteil in den Gang und rief seinem Offizier zu, er habe hier ein verd&auml;chtiges Subjekt lokalisiert!<br/>
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&quot;Hol ihn aus dem Zug!&quot; schrie der Offizier zur&uuml;ck. &quot;Da gibt es nur ein Problem&quot;, erwiderte der Soldat, &quot;es handelt sich um ein M&auml;dchen!&quot;. &quot;Was&hellip;?&quot; der Offizier st&uuml;rmte heran und ich h&ouml;rte unter Qualen seine schweren Schritte n&auml;herkommen. Ich wei&szlig; nicht, wie ich &auml;u&szlig;erlich so ruhig bleiben konnte und die zahllosen Fragen des Offiziers so vertrauensvoll und freundlich beantwortete. Die Gef&uuml;hle, die dabei in meinem Inneren tobten, sind schwer zu beschreiben! Ich war mir von Anfang an voll bewusst, dass ich mich in einer lebensbedrohlichen Situation befand und dieses Gef&uuml;hl, dass mein Leben an einem seidenen Faden hing steigerte sich, je l&auml;nger mich die Soldaten ausfragten. Ich wei&szlig; nicht mehr welche Worte ich in meinem Inneren wiederholte, um Gott um seinen Schutz anzuflehen, aber ich erinnere mich deutlich, dass ich dachte: &quot;O Gott, das war&rsquo;s jetzt, innerhalb weniger Minuten kann mein Leben zu Ende sein!&quot; W&auml;hrenddessen h&ouml;rte der Offizier nicht auf mich zu befragen, mein Foto zu studieren und mich abzusch&auml;tzen.<br/>
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Da pl&ouml;tzlich passierte es: Ich vernahm in mir ganz deutlich und voll Sicherheit die Worte &quot;No! Everything will be alright!&quot; (&quot;Nein! Es wird alles gut ausgehen!&quot;). Sofort begann meine Angst zu verebben und das lebensbedrohliche Gef&uuml;hl in mir nachzulassen. Der Offizier, der immer noch meinen Pass studierte, klappte ihn pl&ouml;tzlich zu, reichte ihn mir mit einem durchdringenden Blick zur&uuml;ck und verlie&szlig; ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sagen unser Abteil. In diesem Moment hatte die Gnade und der direkte Schutz meines Meisters mein Leben gerettet, denn ich wei&szlig; mit absoluter Sicherheit, dass es mir mit meinen menschlichen F&auml;higkeiten nicht m&ouml;glich gewesen w&auml;re, die Soldaten, die nur allzu bereitwillig nach scheinbar verd&auml;chtigen Personen fahndeten, davon zu &uuml;berzeugen, dass ich nicht eine von jenen war, die sie suchten.<br/>
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Bhashata, Belgrad</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/von-soldaten-gesucht">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>By stilling the mind, meditation allows us to find inner peace .  </p>
<p>The Sri Chinmoy Centre have been offering meditation courses in Ireland since 1999. Our courses are practically oriented, with many different techniques, as well as advice on setting up  a daily meditation practice  and keeping it going. We always give the classes free of charge, as we feel that the inner peace that meditation allows us access to already lying dormant inside us, and we can't really charge people for something they already have.</p>
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<p>Meditation allows you to still the mind and get in touch with a deeper, more centred part of your being. You have probably experienced states of meditation before without calling it as such - gazing at a beautiful sunset or a mountain top, or awestruck at the wonder of a newborn child - times where the mind stops and you just experience the moment.</p>
<p>The Sri Chinmoy Centre have been offering meditation courses in Ireland since 1999, always free of charge - we feel that the inner peace and joy that one can get from meditation is really everyone's birthright, and not something that should be commoditised. </p>
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<p>Meditation allows us to bypass our busy mind and experience a sense of peace and purpose that comes from the core of our being. Its uses range from a simple means of relieving stress, to a powerful tool of inner self-discovery and spiritual awakening.</p>
<p>The Sri Chinmoy Centre have been offering meditation courses in Ireland since 1999. We always give the classes free of charge, as we feel that meditation merely uncovers and awakens inner treasures that are already lying dormant inside us, and we can't really charge people for something they already have :)</p>
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<h2>Sometimes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
35,000 feet above the snow drenched mountains of Colorado. I jot down the opening lines of a poem I might someday write, but doze before much comes out. The words sprawl lazily across my notebook, then trail off the page as sleep comes...</p>
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Sometimes I feel like a slingshot, hurled,<br/>
Flung far into the void.<br/>
At last come to rest on some distant shore.<br/>
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Sometimes I feel like a banner unfurled,<br/>
Hoisted aloft, heraldic,<br/>
Your victory to proclaim in some distant war.<br/>
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Sometimes I feel like a child, curled,<br/>
Asleep in your arms, Beloved<br/>
Dreaming of promises made I can't ignore<br/>
Hearing You say "Awake! You must do more!"<br/>
Dreaming of promises made in lives before...</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata. (<a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/diary_april2004/" title="Notes From A Diary – April 2004 | The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas">Source</a>)</p>
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<h2>All About Shopping</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
I ventured in the shopping world<br/>
Oh Lord, so much variety.<br/>
Enchanted by all worldly things<br/>
Abandoned all sobriety.</p>
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A tiny voice within me cried<br/>
'Why this infatuation?'<br/>
A stronger voice at once replied<br/>
'Discard all moderation!'</p>
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The former said 'Impermanence<br/>
Means nothing really lasts'.<br/>
The latter, argumentative,<br/>
Said 'Nonsense, not so fast!</p>
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'If worldly dues and shirts and shoes<br/>
Can elevate our joy<br/>
It hardly seems there's cause to rue<br/>
And try this harmless ploy.'</p>
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And while I love the ancient truths<br/>
Bequeathed by hoary sages<br/>
I haven't had a chance to shop<br/>
In what seems simply ages.</p>
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Three decades trained in monkish ways<br/>
Have narrowed down our choices.<br/>
Each time we stray we need contend<br/>
With irksome inner voices.</p>
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I wandered into 'Bodyworks'<br/>
To seek a consultation.<br/>
The shop assistant said 'You'll need<br/>
A full evaluation.'</p>
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'Your kidney's shot, you're feverish, hot<br/>
Your liver's on vacation.<br/>
Your aura's tattered, what you need<br/>
Is rehabilitation.'</p>
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'It's not a sin, the double chin,<br/>
The sagging flesh's no crime<br/>
A double shot of Botox should<br/>
Restore you to your prime.'</p>
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'Another year of thinning hair<br/>
Is cause for introspection.<br/>
We've quite a range of products though<br/>
To touch up your complexion.'</p>
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At Bond and Bond's department store<br/>
I met a health food vendor.<br/>
Inspired by his words I bought<br/>
A fruit and vege blender.</p>
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'Madam Zara' had a booth,<br/>
I needed no persuasion.<br/>
A twenty dollar note secured,<br/>
A'spiritual' occasion.</p>
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'Your karmic debts have not been met<br/>
There's need for expurgation<br/>
But looking deep within I see<br/>
A princely incarnation.'</p>
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She gazed into a crystal ball<br/>
She smiled at what she saw.<br/>
'I see a Russian wife draws near'.<br/>
I bolted for the door.</p>
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I bought some socks, a ribboned box<br/>
Of scented yellow candles<br/>
A wallet, shirt, a clock and tie<br/>
A pair of leather sandles.</p>
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I bought a tape of Beatle's hits<br/>
Undaunted by excess.<br/>
'And how, sir, will you pay for this?'<br/>
American Express!</p>
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I strolled into a riding shop<br/>
All jodpurs, bridles, hats.<br/>
Equestrians were there galore<br/>
Bowlegged, horsey, fat.</p>
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The salesman said 'You'll need a horse<br/>
Before you buy a saddle'.<br/>
I said 'I'll get one in due course'.<br/>
He really seemed quite addled.</p>
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At Bev's Boutique a pre-loved shirt<br/>
Aroused much cogitation.<br/>
Though second hand, it seemed quite grand<br/>
And won my admiration.</p>
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Pot plants, clothing, foodstuffs, books,<br/>
I almost bought a horse<br/>
Until my tiresome inner pilot<br/>
Shouted 'Show remorse!'</p>
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'Though no harm's in a little joy<br/>
Out shopping at a sale,<br/>
Let's not forget all worldly things<br/>
Will frustrate, doom and fail'.</p>
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I nearly died. 'Oh God' I cried.<br/>
'Befuddled by excess<br/>
I've strayed from all that I held dear<br/>
I'm in an awful mess'.</p>
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So if you feel a little twinge<br/>
Feel chastened by my tale<br/>
Remember, out there on a binge<br/>
That worldly things do fail.</p>
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The inner quest's our path, our all<br/>
Hold fast this revelation,<br/>
And should you stumble, trip or fall<br/>
Remember – meditation!</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> has set himself the goal of lifting 1,000 lambs during his stay in Hamilton and Taupo and on a number of central North Island farms musterers will bring in the ewes and lambs and draft the lambs into holding pens in readiness.</p>
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In spiritual literature the lamb is often seen to embody the qualities of innocence, helplessness and purity, qualities Sri Chinmoy saw as foundational in our reliance and dependence on <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>. Iconic symbols of New Zealand’s pastoral heritage, lambs presented Sri Chinmoy with a completely novel opportunity in a weightlifting career filled with wonderful innovations.</p>
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Two or three lambs were placed in each of two large bamboo and aluminium cages – and each cage was placed above Sri Chinmoy on his <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/lifting_up_the_world/" title="Lifting Up The World With A Oneness-Heart | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Lifting Up The World With A Oneness-Heart</a> apparatus, one cage positioned independently above each arm. Sri Chinmoy would meditate briefly, summoning his inner reserves, then simultaneously lift each cage of lambs together, holding them briefly aloft before lowering them gently back onto the platform.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy holding a lamb" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-holding-lamb.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />With each filled cage weighing up to as much as 265 pounds, the combined lifts often exceeded 500 pounds – these heavy lifts were repeated until 100, 200 or more lambs had been lifted in each session, a feat of both remarkable strength and sustained endurance.</p>
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Media interest was considerable and this colourful and imaginative tribute to <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts/" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> and to the symbolism of the lamb received a great deal of television and newspaper coverage. Sri Chinmoy the composer also rose to the occasion – several lamb songs were composed and sung by the group accompanying him, a vocal performance marrying the extraordinary with the charming. Under a wide summer sky an unforgettable blend of athleticism, joyful tribute songs, a delighted crowd of onlookers and a memorable message of inspiration.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy commented: “Why am I doing this? I have a deep love for lambs. The saviour <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0030/" title="The Son – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Christ</a> had a very special affection, love and fondness for lambs and I also have a very special inner feeling for lambs. We all need to be God’s lamb-children.”<br/>
"My goal is to inspire people – by lifting up one thousand lambs I feel God has given me a golden opportunity to be of service to Him and to inspire others to fulfil their own goals."</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<p>Growing a centre here is uniquely challenging – and for those living here there is the powerful spell of a city that captures you with the enchantments of wealth, oppresses many more with the harshness of its poverty and suffering. In this environment the mere fact of a centre at all is a triumph – success is measured not by the number of disciples but rather in those thousands of lives that have been touched and in some way inspired through classes, the spiritual life re-introduced into the forgetfulness of those who excessively have or into the hopelessness of the impoverished, of those who have not.</p>
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<p>Balarka and Abhijatri – civil engineers by day and divine warriors after sundown – have just renovated a new centre that has a beautiful new second level meditation room and large downstairs class space. Plus a garden large enough to toss around a frisbee. Plans are afoot to launch a large J.’Burg Festival of Meditation later in the year - this might include a concert, a Jharna Kala exhibit, guest speakers, yoga and meditation w/shops.</p>
<p>The task of bringing Sri Chinmoy's philosophy into Africa is at it’s very beginning, but when in those rare and random moments we sometimes feel our own soul’s promise to do something significant, something more, and open our hearts to the possibility that in some small way, in some far away place, we can bring our own love and our belief in Guru’s vision to bear, then what is not possible?</p>
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<em>When invited to share the sweeping majesty of the veldt with this regal king of the beasts – a<br/>
stunning photo opportunity from our vehicle window – Balarka showed a disappointing<br/>
reluctance to leave the car, a rare lapse in his usual fun-loving nature.</em></p>
<p>Flying home last night, far below the great cities of Africa were sprawled out against the darkness of the continent, shimmering pools of light like smouldering prairies. Wedged into my narrow seat I was visualising the millions of unknown lives far below, thinking of the universality of all human experience, the great stations of life we all must visit as we play out the leading roles in our own personal melodramas – the great stations of desire and loneliness, poverty and plenty, love and lovelessness, the entanglements of attachment and ambition, the sudden or slow betrayals of the flesh, dying and death, and of how extreme these are in Africa. Wondering what it really is in our lives that has some enduring value or meaning, what lifts it up out of the ordinary and finite to bring dignity, clarity and purpose – and seeing that our discipleship, our God-quest and devotion are all we really have and will finally be the only measure of our life’s achievement.</p>
<p>– Jogyata.</p>
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In the early 1970s I did what most young New Zealanders do and traveled to England on my first big O.E. ('Overseas Experience'), a landmark rite of passage for us colonials, the fledgling bird departing the national nest, leaving behind a lovely <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts/" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> summer of blue skies and bright promises and many kinds of certainties. The London sky was the first thing I noticed, a motionless bleak grey pall. It had the feeling of being a permanent fixture as though a random grey day had become frozen in time, winter in stasis, and that it would always be like this – which it was most of the time I was there. I liked it, for in some haphazard association of the mind it imparted a sense of festivity, of an endless Christmas. I was dressed incongruously on arrival in shorts and jandals, unmindful that the southern hemisphere summers of my home will always coincide with the northern winters. My suitcase contained a sleeping bag, some beaten-up volumes of Lawrence Durrell’s Four Quartets, a favored brown suede jacket and a few items of clothing – a minimalist traveler’s fare. Beyond this I remember almost nothing of my two years there – it has all fallen into the sea.</p>
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In one place where I stayed though, I do remember befriending a lanky, intellectual Dutch girl with whom I shared long, earnest conversations while rambling across the Wimbledon golf course, oblivious of the flying balls and the shouts of peeved golfers. She gave me a copy of a book on Zen Buddhism and I sat under the relentless grey sky to brood over the reflections of those who had traveled far on the inner journey before me. There in that book were ten representational sketches of the quest for liberation – called the 'oxherding pictures' – in which the seeker is attempting to tame the mind and find his true and original <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0028/" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – a play by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a> nature, here depicted as a wayward oxen.</p>
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The work of the 12th century Chinese Zen master Kakuan, the simple sketches and accompanying verses reeked of enlightenment and I sat under a tree in Wimbledon’s green acres, entranced and enchanted. The simple drawings began with the Zen initiate seeking the realization of oneness, the effacement of every conception of self and other.</p>
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'Desolate through forests and fearful in jungles,<br/>
he is seeking an Ox which he does not find.<br/>
Up and down dark, nameless, wide-flowing rivers,<br/>
in deep mountain thickets he treads many bypaths.'</blockquote>
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'Innumerable footprints has he seen<br/>
in the forest and along the water's edge.<br/>
Over yonder does he see the trampled grass?'</blockquote>
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In the progressive sequence of sketches the mind is gradually tamed and the seeker of truth begins to observe the waxing and waning of life while abiding in a state of unshakable serenity. There is nothing to strive for, neither gain nor loss. The waters are blue, the mountains are green. Alone with himself, he observes things endlessly changing.</p>
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'Whip, rope, Ox and man alike belong to Emptiness.<br/>
So vast and infinite the azure sky<br/>
that no concept of any sort can reach it.<br/>
Over a blazing fire a snowflake cannot survive.'</blockquote>
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In the later sketches the oxen disappears – the unruly mind and the meditator have both disappeared into a great void of pure being, no 'I' or self left.</p>
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'Seated in his hut, he hankers not for things outside.<br/>
Streams meander on of themselves,<br/>
red flowers naturally bloom red.'</blockquote>
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'Barechested, barefooted, he comes into the market place.<br/>
Muddied and dust-covered, how broadly he grins!<br/>
Without recourse to mystic powers,<br/>
withered trees he swiftly brings to bloom!'</blockquote>
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When I examined the simple drawings I felt a slow soul thrill that tingled inside me for days, as though here at last was the sum of all real knowledge, something so quintessential that all further outer traveling would cease to have any point or meaning. The whole book smelt unmistakably of enlightenment – and I knew too that this moment of discovery was a remembering, a hyphen between this lifetime and all that I had discovered before. I still see the ox herding sketches in my mind and sometimes, on a quiet sea shore or by a mountain stream, revisit them to cast about for the footprints of the ox, the Buddha self, and sit awhile in a serene and grateful and smiling contemplation.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Farina And The Free Bananas</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
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Outside in the street I saw Farina waiting for a bus and she called out to thank me for helping her. Referring to the spilt fruit she said, "I have had a bad day. I arrived here to find my husband has left me and I know nobody. I am frightened for the future and I keep dropping everything." Then she began to cry. I felt sad and we sat there for a while. I said to her, "Farina it is not really a bad day. I want you to have my bananas too, just to prove it." I was remembering what Guru said, that anything worth having is worth sharing as well. Farina started to laugh, and I put the bananas in her bag. I told her, "Endings are also beginnings – today is a great day that you will remember."</p>
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Then another lady who had been at the checkout came and began talking to Farina. I said goodbye and told her, if you get into trouble you can call me. The bus stop was adjacent to the front entrance of the Centre and I lifted up the grill and went inside. Next morning when I went out, there inside the grill was a large bunch of bananas and a note from Farina that simply said, "Since yesterday, so much kindness everywhere – thank you for helping in my new beginning."</p>
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The more we pause to reflect and look behind the veil of appearance and seeming in life, the more we see the Supreme's little game unfolding and how touching everything really is.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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I was on a flight down to Christchurch and talking with my adjoining passenger, an orchardist from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motueka" title="Motueka – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Motueka</a>, about the easy things that strangers find in common. Then he was telling me about the recent death of a cherished family member, a loss that he was struggling with, and I felt very sorry and touched by his candour. When he slept for a while I wrote a little poem, giving it to him only at the luggage carousel as I departed. Perhaps he liked it – but I will never know.</p>
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<strong>    Last Flight Home</strong></p>
<p>
    My heart skipped<br/>
    When you came<br/>
    Boy child, fat brat, little Buddha<br/>
    Teaching me again how to laugh.<br/>
    Who can scream loudest,<br/>
    Spit furthest, monkey up<br/>
    Through the gnarled kingdom<br/>
    Of the macrocarpa fastest,<br/>
    Shinny up the ancient boughs<br/>
    To your aerial kingdom of twigs<br/>
    Child monarch of rooftops,<br/>
    Emperor of all we could see.<br/>
    Burdens banished<br/>
    When you gathered in my lap,<br/>
    Settled to sleep<br/>
    Against my warm hollows.<br/>
    Rotten apple hand grenades<br/>
    You lobbed in the orchard.<br/>
    My white limbs reeked like a brewery.<br/>
    Tonight we’ll supper<br/>
    With the blooded tribe<br/>
    The floral skirted elders<br/>
    Then tomorrow’s last flight home.<br/>
    Look at this snap<br/>
    Our faces pressed together<br/>
    In that fading time, my arm<br/>
    Outstretched for our posing.<br/>
    You look pensive, little nephew.<br/>
    Did you know then<br/>
    That nothing is certain?<br/>
    These few keepsakes<br/>
    Will take their place<br/>
    In my ragtag album<br/>
    I so soon a long ago uncle<br/>
    With nothing much to offer now<br/>
    But love.</p>
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       – Jogyata.</p>
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<em>Writing always begins with the blank page, blankness in the mind. We sit awhile in contemplation, an attentive waiting, looking for the genesis of words, the scattered seeds of language, a spark to kindle inspiration or a touch of grace, the gift of insight. And today, waiting for something to come, when at last it does I am being lured away from the proposed <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/inspiration-letters/" title="Inspiration-Letters | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Inspiration-Letters</a> theme of 'time', veering off course and thinking instead about the value of celibacy. Well, let me follow these thoughts and see where they will take me...</em></p>
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In a society where the idolatry of romantic relationships has become obsessive and unchallenged, the choice of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0160/1/6/" title=" Divinity's Little Sister' by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">celibacy </a>is widely perceived as a strange and bemusing one. Usually associated with cloistered religious communities – Benedictine monks, convents of pale, otherworldly women renunciates, Indian ascetics, archaic Christian orders – celibacy is a mystery to a culture that has never really questioned it's own idealisation of physical love, soul mates, partnering, marriage and remarriage. Celibacy brings these notions skidding to a halt, challenges our Western promiscuity, irritates even feminists who see it either as male misogyny or a denial by women of the capacity to love. It undermines our traditional notions of happiness and puzzles mainstream society through it's extreme disregard for what is considered normal.</p>
<p>
True celibacy though is not a negative state of repression, deprivation or incompleteness, nor is it a contraction of love. It is instead a state of great potential where the soul can make room for <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a>. It allows the development of a deep sense of self grounded in a relationship with one’s chosen divinity, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0030/" title="The Son – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Christ</a>, the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0028/" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a>, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0026/" title="The Singer of the Eternal Beyond – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Krishna</a>, one's guru or some personal sense of Deity. It is a singleness of heart, an ability to stay centered, an inner marriage to one's ideal. Celibacy in discipleship is the outer expression of a commitment to God, a singleness of purpose.</p>
<p>
For most of us, celibacy may bring an intensification of the human loneliness that we all know. But we also know that loneliness is never finally assuaged by others, for human relationships are a shadow of the soul’s deeper quest for yoga, union with God, and only this final union can satisfy us. <em>"It is the union with God that is the original,"</em> writes M. Marnau in Revelations of Divine Love, <em>"and the human union that is the imitation..."</em></p>
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In our choice of aloneness we create space for our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">guru</a> or God. And as this inner union comes to life, becomes more real to us, we expand our capacity to love. We come to understand too our karmic responsibility to not disturb the spiritual quest of others; we slowly come to a love that is desireless and free of need or expectation; we sublimate our desires in the recognition that what is most beautiful in others is only the God that we seek within ourselves.</p>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/marriage/" title="Marriage | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Marriage</a> and partnerships are another valid way to also achieve these goals, merely different paths to the same destination. My own guru, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, helped me to understand the spiritual dimension in my own marriage, its twenty years and endlessly recurring chances to widen and deepen love, practise a fledgling selflessness in the front lines of often fiery dispute, work at reconciliation and a deep caring. To wear down the ego in otherness, weep at another's tears, despise and pray to be rid of one's own unkindness.</p>
<p>
Celibacy too has much to offer us. I value my growing capacity for genderless friendships that recognise and honour the sacredness of the spiritual lives of others, requiring a renunciation of self-interest, reminding me as <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> reminded us all to always see God in everyone around us. Not a repression of love but an expansion of love and it's redirection to a higher level of existence. Celibacy deepens our talent for relationships, that we can love without desire, listen with genuine caring, serve without need of gain, shift love upward from <em>eros</em> to <em>caritas</em> and <em>agape</em>, the divine love of the great <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">masters</a> and servers. Sri Chinmoy calls this ‘<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0158/1/1/" title="What Is Purity? – from 'Purity River Wins' by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">purity</a>’.</p>
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Celibacy is a rejection of the pervasive, consumerist model of relationships. It allows an accommodation of all others in our heart, allows us to relate to people as human beings and to give up the pursuit of others as possessions. In celibate love we are more available to others, learning to listen more deeply and without possessiveness or need. Those who embody a celibate’s consciousness, one that is inwardly assured and grounded, are often gracious and pleasing and empathetic, making us feel appreciated and valued for what we are. They recognise and respect the boundaries of propinquity, safeguard themselves and protect others <em>from</em> themselves, placing relationships into a spiritual context that dignifies and brings out the best in us.</p>
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Celibate love lights up the heart. It sublimates vital energies into sympathy, tenderness or deep concern, and after such encounters we always feel better about ourselves and the world, uplifted and somehow touched by a mysterious and novel kind of love. It's goal is not some otherworldly holiness but that hard won, great detachment that a renunciate's path finally brings – and God love, freedom from desire, an equanimity enduring through all the struggles of life, the unfettered love that at last sees only God in everything.</p>
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Human interaction is the schoolroom, the great practicing ground of celibacy; we fall in love easily, and perhaps the experience of love is the only real teacher of love. Or in the words of one Benedictine monk – "To fall in love is celibacy at work". A disciple's celibacy might at first seem a constraint, but then becomes part of a long process of personal conversion, providing the conditions and challenges in which one’s inner development can best flourish. In a lifetime of sometimes loneliness, the struggle to transform our inner longings can be painful and wrenching, but we cry harder than ever to God, pray with real tears for release and consolation. I often feel that God shields me from all the things I am most vulnerable to – since I lack the strength to cope, He simply takes them out of my way.</p>
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Celibacy means taking all our feelings and emotions and putting them where God wants them to go. It stretches and transforms our notions and abilities in love, teaches us to love non-exclusively – it's fruit is a widening hospitality of the heart. Celibacy, writes the Benedictine monk, means "not focusing on 'what I gave up' but on what being freed by what I gave up has allowed me to do in terms of my service to others..." And the goal of all love, which celibacy helps us to realise, is union with and service to God.</p>
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Marriage or relationships and celibacy are not polar opposites – there are many married celibates who have achieved restraint, purity and the sublimation of physical desires, and unmarried celibates tormented by the clamourings and impulses of mind and body, the 'wild orchestra of the hormones'. For the latter, a commitment to celibacy is the beginning of a process of rapid change, of self scrutiny, the advent of grace which effort brings, intense plea and prayer, disentanglement, the karma yogi's path of daily mindfulness, bringing pain into context and consciousness – 'celibacy at work'.</p>
<p>
Seeing too the ability to love and to need love as also a gift from God, but slowly learning to transform this love into a celibate context, converting all relationships into one’s primary relationship with God. Understanding that falling in love is also a part of seeking God – thus having patience and renunciation, fidelity to the path, the guru.</p>
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All this effort for spiritual progress is of course hard work, the alchemy where base ignorance begets a shining liberation, but then our struggle is a microcosm of the cosmic game itself and we cannot make progress in a vacuum. Sri Chinmoy's writings speak to our daily trials with reassurance and humane advice, and remind that our efforts will in the future 'be most surprisingly rewarded'.</p>
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Fifteen hundred years ago St. Bernard asked of God wonderingly... "What are we, that You make Yourself known to us?” Today's masters tell us that we are all forgetful Gods ourselves, remembering and finding our way back home again, each of us treading our own path, playing our own leading role, all the way back through the needles eye.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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Friday's arrival and Sipra whisks us from what has to be the best, most spacious airport on the planet to the spacious and popular <a href="http://www.joydiscoverycafe.com.au/" title="Joy-Discovery vegetarian café – Adelaide, South Australia">Joy-Discovery</a> vegetarian café in the city for some nourishment – then on to the Centre and a quiet evening.</p>
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Waking up early Saturday – outside the dawn gaiety of kookaburras, their parody chortlings and chucklings, caroling magpies and the frenetic cries of parakeets hurtling through the boughs of eucalypts in aerial pursuit, their screechings like pumice scraped over glass. Up into the Adelaide hills, a long slow run at sunrise. "Carry water", warns a sign, and "watch for snakes". From up here, vistas of the sprawling city, huge plains, further away the blue meadows of sea. Fragrance of gum trees and the pale orange earth, summer’s redolence.</p>
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Thirty-five people come to Saturday's workshop, all very nice. I tell them the Narada/Vishnu story, 'where is my glass of water?' – its wake up time, remember who we are, why we are really here – and we all laugh at this delightful story. How quickly we find the common things we share, the barriers tumbling down. On Sunday nearly all come back and twelve elect to try the path as disciples. 'Teaching meditation' is a misnomer – it's more a remembering through silence.</p>
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We gather on Saturday evening at a Thai restaurant. The disciples are most interesting – two Persian professors, an artist, business managers, enterprise workers, all with interesting stories and remarkable meditation stories. They have a sense of assurance in their connection with Guru, a solidity and maturity undisturbed by the outer world in which they work. New friends to like and to seek out in future.</p>
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Monday morning, 2:00am – a loud bang, the house trembles, sitting suddenly bolt upright in bed. A fallen tree, a break-in? Outside a storm is raging, foliage pelting down on to the roof, the tall branches of the gum trees flailing like scimitars. At dawn I find a thigh thick spear of eucalyptus has plowed through the tile and timber roof and ceiling and ended two feet away from my head. Plaster and broken cornice litters the floor – a close shave.</p>
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Prior to my afternoon departure Januja and Chakori drive me up to Hahndorf in the hills, a visit to their most beautiful gift store/florist/gallery – <a href="http://rainbowheartsky.com.au/" title="Rainbow Heart-Sky – florist, gallery and gift shop in Hahndorf, South Australia">Rainbow Heart-Sky</a>. Most stunning, full of beauty and light. Januja slips next door to the deli and buys a big bag of snacks for the plane trip, a gift or two are placed in my bag. Everywhere generous hearts in this starting place of my own journey. My profound thanks to Sipra and her wonderful team for these four most rewarding and happy days.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Acceptance Of Life</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Krishna_Arjuna.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/smarana/Krishna_Arjuna.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>My name is Smarana and I work together with students of Sri Chinmoy in a gift store in Vienna, called Sewa. It is rather a big gift store in Vienna’s busiest shopping street, the Mariahilfer Strasse, with up to a few thousand customers per day.</p>
<p>Truth to tell, I never had anything to do with business life and now here I am the manager, right in the hustle and bustle of a store in Vienna. We sell dignified gifts, crystals, spiritual books, household goods, sweets - in a spiritual atmosphere with spiritual music.</p>
<p>The idea of working together with people who meditate, and are consciously working on transforming their lives for a more peaceful and harmonious coexistence on earth thrilled me.<br/>
Where else would I get such an opportunity, to join forces with spiritual adepts that are living in the world, right in the whirlpool of Vienna, accepting the challenge of life and consciously striving for a higher goal.</p>
<p>Once Sri Chinmoy was asked to describe his way of living in one sentence, and the first part was, “<em>The Acceptance of life for the Transformation of life…</em>”. Gone are the days of retreat in a cave and the chill of peace in a secluded area. Take life by its horns, deal with the obstacles ahead, transcend them and blow the conch in the earthly battlefield.</p>
<p>Once a worker - a student of Sri Chinmoy's - asked Sri Chinmoy in the store, “What is the  best way to offer something to a customer from our spiritual life?” Sri Chinmoy replied,” Give him a sincere smile.”</p>
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<p>Everything that we are doing can be a part of our sadhana, can be a prayer to God,  the inner attitude always makes the difference. Just remember the last time a child gave you a heartfelt smile, how immediately you felt your own heart respond and widen.</p>
<p>I did not want to create the impression that all the workers are already saints. We all have our rough edges and we will have to rub against each other to smoothen our corners, but there is always an underlying understanding, that is helping us to overcome issues and progress one step further. If we see it from the psychological point of few, then we can say that others are like mirrors for us. If we have a problem with him or her, we can rest assured, that there is something for us to have a closer look at. Whatever happens to us in the outer world, we always have to be grateful to others, for they help us to understand ourselves better. It is in our hands to consider a glass half empty or half full.</p>
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<p> Gratitude carries the message of Immortality<br/>
  And enters into God's Heart<br/>
 To see God's universal Satisfaction-Smile.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy </strong></p>
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<h2>Bhutan, A Country Less Travelled...</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>While meeting with Sri Chinmoy's students from around the world in nearby Nepal, Ambarish took a side trip to little-visited country of Bhutan....</strong></p>
<h3>Introduction</h3>
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<p>Our appetite was whetted with spectacular views of the Himalayas and most of the world’s highest peak, including Mount Everest. Bhutan is mostly a mountainous country with the two main cities being over 2,200m above sea level. During the 40 minute flight, the captain reminded us to keep our safety belts fastened particularly coming into land as the plane descended through the valleys where we experienced a lot of turbulence. The flight is not for the faint hearted as the pilot made several dramatic manoeuvres’ through the valleys before a fairly sudden landing. Bhutanese are proud to claim that their pilots receive special training and can get piloting jobs with any airlines in the world. It is worth noting that no other airlines are permitted to fly into Paro Airport.</p>
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<p>Tourism is third on the list of national industries in Bhutan, behind exporting electricity and farming. The tourism industry is highly regulated where one can only visit through an official tourist agency. All aspects of your travel arrangements are set out and paid for in advance such as itinerary, hotels, meals and excursions within the country. Visa costs are very expensive from $250 upwards the final cost depending on the length of you stay in Bhutan. A group of 8 British climbers paid $24,000 for their visas. Basically, the visa is an entry charge into the country. During your stay in Bhutan, you are required to take a tour guide and a driver who take you on a detailed journey through Bhutan. Bhutan’s policy on tourism is one of ‘Low impact but high value to Bhutan’    </p>
<h3>A brief history.</h3>
<p>In the 17th century, a Tibetan monk arrived in the area, in search of metals and managed to bring together villages and communities. As such, Bhutanese are mostly Tibetan in origin with their 11 dialects of language being a derivation of Tibetan.</p>
<p>Bhutan is 70% Buddhist, the signs of which are very visible from the country’s emblem, artwork, ornamentation, iconography and temples throughout. The harmony between religion &amp; state is very evident – The Fortress complex in the capital, Thimphu houses both government buildings, crown jewels and a Buddhists monastery.</p>
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<p>In 1907, a monarchy was established which still exists today. In the early 70’s the 4th King introduced the concept of ‘Gross National Happiness’, GNH. This is perhaps why Bhutan is best known.</p>
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<p>The King, commissioned a Canadian sociologist to formalise the tenets of this philosophy, namely an index to measure the happiness of people and to set out measures to create harmony between spiritual and material well being.</p>
<p>In 2008, the 5th King, then aged 28 amended the constitution and paved the way for the first modern democratically elected government in Bhutan with the main focus being the implementation of GNH.</p>
<p>Eight general contributors to happiness:</p>
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<li>physical, mental and spiritual health</li>
<li>time-balance</li>
<li>social and community vitality</li>
<li>cultural vitality</li>
<li>education</li>
<li>living standards</li>
<li>good governance</li>
<li>ecological vitality</li>
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<p>Some statistics (2008):</p>
<ul>
<li>Similar in size, area &amp; shape to Switzerland</li>
<li>Population – 700,000</li>
<li>70% Buddhist &amp; 20% Hindu</li>
<li>Main source of income - exporting hydro electrical power, mainly to India.</li>
<li>Bhutanese speak 11 dialects / developed forms of Tibetan.</li>
<li>National Sport – Archery</li>
<li>National Flower – Blue Poppy</li>
<li>National Animal – Takin (looks like a cross between goat &amp; cow)</li>
<li>Smoking has been banned</li>
<li>Only 5% of population have internet access</li>
<li>Only 10% of population have telephones</li>
<li>70% live on subsistence farms</li>
<li>There are no traffic lights in Bhutan</li>
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<p>Bhutan also claims to be the only ‘Carbon Sink’ country in the world, i.e. Bhutan produces more energy than it uses. The amount of electricity generated from hydro electrical stations far exceeds that of the energy value of oil and gas imports.</p>
<h3>Trade / neighbouring countries</h3>
<p>Bhutan’s biggest trading partner is India. India imports Bhutanese electricity and in return Bhutan imports cars, food and the like from India. Bhutan relies on India for the construction of infrastructural projects such as roads, bridges and dams. Higher education in the areas of  the humanities and life sciences takes place in Bhutan but for higher degrees in engineering, Bhutanese travel to India.</p>
<h3>Influences and traditions</h3>
<p>Aside from the Buddhist tradition which is deeply rooted in every day life, most Bhutanese speak Hindi and watch Indian TV, Bollywood movies, Indian soap opera, etc. There are no American fastfood outlets such as MacDonalds, Kentucky, Fried Chicken of cafes such as Starbucks.</p>
<p>It is against their beliefs to kill any animals – all living creatures are sacred. However, that those not mean that they are vegetarian – Bhutan imports meat, fish and poultry from India.</p>
<p>Mountaineering is not permitted. The last expedition took place in the mid 80’s when a British team climbed their peaks – out of respect the climber stopped shot of the peak by a few yards. In Bhutan, they believe it is inappropriate for man to stand on top of a mountain as this invokes negative spirits to descend to earth and claim the souls of their deceased.</p>
<p>Polygamy is permitted in Bhutan, but in practice is very rare as the man, in order to support more than one wife needs to be very wealthy. Divorce is also permitted. Once divorced, a woman with a child / children is very unlikely to re-marry as Bhutanese men will not accept her child / children from her previous marriage.</p>
<h3>Impressions / conclusions</h3>
<p>First impressions usually establish your level of expectations for your entire experience - the very clean, relaxed environment in the airport was impressive. And this was a reflection of Bhutanese people generally. People are very polite and courteous and see you as a guest in their country, to which they are there to serve. GNH is a reality – Bhutanese people appear genuinely content. They display a broad cultural and educational diversity with dignity, sweetness and generosity of spirit.</p>
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<p><em>Two gracious smiling Bhutanese kids speaking good English serving coffee to a visitor can more than articulate the objective of this commentary. </em></p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/bhutan-country-less-travelled-0">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Farewell, Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
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There are as many sorts of tears as types of rain, so I found in the 48 hours following my Guru's passing. Tears of grief, sorrow, pain, shock, bewilderment, self-pity, world-pity, joy, thankfulness, wonderment, sympathy, empathy, numbness; torrents, floods, showers or steady mists.</div>
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I arrive at night to pay my respects at our outdoor meditation area, Aspiration-Ground, and I am glad of that; night glows with a softer peace than day. Many are still there at midnight, white clad, in varying states of sorrow and stoicism, but everywhere a gentleness.</div>
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Some warm themselves by a wood-burning brazier on the driveway of Aspiration-Ground. The 76-foot Record-Breaking pencil Sri Chinmoy received for his 76th birthday just weeks ago, wrapped in blue tarpaulin, still sits alongside. The world has changed much in so short a span of time.</div>
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As soon as I step inside, I know he is still here. The tangible sense of peace from his meditative presence still pervades Aspiration-Ground like an indelible fragrance. His voice still singing gently over the loud speakers as if he were just composing a new song.</div>
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White flowers spring in full bloom from low pots on the ground, candles in tall jars glowing amongst them. I wait for almost an hour before I gain the emotional strength to stand in line and offer a candle at his casket. Hundreds of them glitter there already, like a golden haze.</div>
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But it is joy I feel, to my very great surprise; only joy, for the inspiration he has given me. Pausing at a photograph of Sri Chinmoy when he was full of life and strength, I remember a moment during his birthday, that happened on the very spot on which I stand. A most beautiful warm smile from my Guru: his last outer gift to me, and one I will now treasure forever.</div>
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The next day, Sunday, many words are read out from countless luminaries; beautiful messages of support and gratitude. The trees at Aspiration-Ground weep their green tears early. The sun shines warm out of season.</div>
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Then for the first time, a song Sri Chinmoy wrote in 1974 to be sung after his Mahasamadhi:</div>
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“When I am gone away</div>
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Remember me, O children sweet,</div>
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<div>
No, not because I failed,</div>
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No, not because I cried,</div>
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No, not because I tried,</div>
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No, not because I saw my Lord in you,</div>
<div>
No, not because I served my Lord in you,</div>
<div>
No, not because I fulfilled my Lord in you,</div>
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<div>
No, not because I was your Pilot true,</div>
<div>
No, not because I was your Infinite blue,</div>
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Oh, but because my life was all gratitude,</div>
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Gratitude, gratitude</div>
<div>
To you, to you, my sweet children, to you.”</div>
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—Sri Chinmoy</div>
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A red, orange, gold, yellow barrow of long-stemmed roses is brought out. Each person places one at the feet and side of the casket, bloom upon bloom in a growing, shining fragrant mound. Sri Chinmoy sings the word “Gratitude” over and over through the sound system. A gong is sounded as we all pay our silent respects. The constant stream goes on for eight hours, one after another offering a last farewell.</div>
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<div>
Buckling grief returns to me then like a familiar song.</div>
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<div>
The joy is as real as the grief though, and will last longer. I hold to a little card for strength, offered to each person: a picture of Sri Chinmoy's smile and his last published poem:</div>
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“My physical death</div>
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Is not the end of my life —</div>
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I am an eternal journey.”</div>
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—Sri Chinmoy</div>
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That is the real reality.</div>
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Dear Guru, this is not farewell; your life lives on, portioned in all who love you. May my love be as wide as the world, just as you have taught me.</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/writing/farewell-sri-chinmoy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Festival of Meditation, September-October 2010</h2><div class="field-item"><h3><img alt="festival-500.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="../../files/ie/meditation/festival-500.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></h3>
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<p>This year, our festival brought a new lineup of talks and workshops and concerts, as well as yoga classes and documentaries!</p>
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<p>For those of you who missed it, this was our festival lineup:</p>
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<h4>Evening Talks</h4>
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<em>Speaker: Mangala</em></p>
<p>Meditation is well known for promoting stillness and clarity; it can also uncover a joy that comes from the deepest part of your being.</p>
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<em>Speaker: Nirbhasa Magee</em></p>
<p>Meditation is often thought of as an escape from the world - however this ancient art can instead be used to rise above life’s challenges and come out smiling!</p>
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<em>Speaker: Sadanand Magee</em><br/>
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One of the oldest forms of meditation, and one of the easiest for beginners to start with. Introducing a wide variety of mantric chants and songs, ancient and modern, from cultures all over the world.</p>
<h4>Weekend Workshops</h4>
<p><strong>Meditation: Spontaneous Creation</strong><br/>
<em>Speaker: Kanala Auer</em></p>
<p>In this 3-hour workshop, musician and art teacher Kanala Auer demonstrates how meditation can unlock the spontaneous flow of creativity that we all have within.<br/>
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<strong>Music and Meditation</strong><br/>
<em>Speakers: Kanala Auer and Sadanand Magee</em></p>
<p>Music allows us to travel within and explore the deepest realms of being - our final workshop teaches simple exercises through music, with intervals of live meditation music performances.</p>
<h4>Other events</h4>
<p><em>Friday 1 Oct 8pm </em><br/>
<strong>Documentary Screening: Spirit of a Runner</strong></p>
<p>A 30 min film exploring the world of meditator and distance runner Suprabha Beckjord, as she attempts the world’s longest race, the 3100 Mile Self-Transcendence Race.</p>
<p><em>Saturday 2 Oct 10-12am </em><br/>
<strong>Yoga Workshop:  Asanas for Meditation </strong></p>
<p>Yoga and meditation have a shared history going back millenia - yoga teachers Rajnandini and Elena show how one can move from the physical postures of yoga to discover the inner joys of meditation.<br/>
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<em>Saturday 2 Oct 7-8pm</em><br/>
<strong>Meditation Concert </strong></p>
<p>Kanala Auer (sitar) and Sadanand Magee (tabla) explore the music of meditation master Sri Chinmoy in Indian classical style.</p>
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<p>If you missed our festival; not to worry - we regularly give free meditation classes throughout the year - to find out more get in touch with us via our <a>contact form</a></p>
<p>We also give occasional classes in <a href="../../meditation/cork">Cork</a> and <a href="../../meditation/galway">Galway.</a></p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/festival-meditation-september-october-2010">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>2010 - Half My Life </h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Holding some of my anniversary prasad.JPG" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/Holding%20some%20of%20my%20anniversary%20prasad.JPG" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>I am tremendously grateful to find myself just past the threshold of my half-life disciple anniversary on Sri Chinmoy's spiritual path.</p>
<p>From this point forward, I am more years of my life as a conscious spiritual aspirant than not. Something about the notion of crossing that threshold leaves me somewhat speechless in the face of the grace that brought me from an almost atheist in 1985 at the age of 25 to a conscious seeker hoping to embody my spiritual name as a road leading to the highest destination of divinity.</p>
<p>None of it would have been possible without the sleepless inner and outer guidance from my Guru Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>Because I am also very inspired and enthusiastic about this personal milestone, I am embarking on various projects and goals related to turning my 50th birthday this October. As I begin them, I will add to a list here.</p>
<p><strong>Number 1:</strong> <a href="http://sharani.srichinmoycentre.org/smile-diary">5 smiles a day for 50 days</a></p>
<p><strong>Number 2: </strong>Lose 25 pounds - the number of years I have been on the spiritual path. I am using a website called Myfitnesspal.com to count calories, exercise and track my weight. So far as of Dec. 16th I have lost 20 pounds. I started on July 12th. Only 5  pounds to go!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/25th-spiritual-anniversary-half-life-gratitude">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>
What I thought would be a throw-down,<br/>
I cannot reconcile on paper.<br/>
Time is too elastic</p>
<p>
Wander in and out of its threads<br/>
Finding ourselves here or there<br/>
Late, early, or perfectly<br/>
Stretching the ultimate</p>
<p>
Decisions made by impulse<br/>
Decisions made by thought<br/>
Decisions made by others<br/>
Decisions made by fate</p>
<p>
However so, we arrive<br/>
The ending of our lives<br/>
However so, we arrive<br/>
Never satisfied.</p>
<p>
The impact was violent and sudden. Pea size shards of green light floated fascinatingly in the air. The marbles were approaching slowly at a staccato like speed.  I could count them. My head had already bounced off the driver’s window and was travelling to meet the peas when the car snapped left and slid sideways into the slushy snow.</p>
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The alarm clock is set for 3:45 am. I got home about 10 pm after working 15 hours. I have to do laundry before leaving the house at 4:20 am to get to work on time the next day.  Before I know it, it is well after 11pm. I barely close my eyes and the alarm is ringing.</p>
<p>
I start one thing, get distracted, start another, check e-mails, a website or two, pay a bill, or wash the dishes, look at the clock and only a half hour has passed. Why won’t that important call come through?</p>
<p>
For children time goes so slowly, and as they age it speeds up.</p>
<p>
Speed skaters thrust their feet forward to meet the finish line. Races are won and lost in hundredths of a second. Hundredths.</p>
<p>
The recent 8.8 magnitude earthquake in Chile changed time by 1.26 millionths of a seconds according to new computer-model calculations by geophysicist Richard Gross of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. </p>
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Governments artificially decide what time it will be and where. For example, the Aleutian Islands in Alaska that are over the International Date Line, are forced into a time zone making it a mere 6 hours later than the Eastern U.S. Time Zone when earth time should be more like 8-9 hours later.</p>
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Jump into a jet, fly 12 to 14 hours and, zip, you find yourself on the other side of the planet, seriously jet lagged, however.</p>
<p>
Some stars in the night sky are already extinguished, but their light continues to speed toward our range of vision. As we look out to the universe above us, we are actually looking back in time.</p>
<p>
Yogis and meditators expand time. After sitting in meditation they are surprised when an hour or more has passed claiming it seemed like five or ten minutes. They say they don’t know where they go, but are aware, not asleep and definitely not riding in an airplane.</p>
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And there are the time warps, out of body experiences, astral travel, and, yes, missing time.</p>
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What is it with time? When the need is there to go fast, it drags, when more is needed, it dances lightly, laughing brightly, mocking desperation.</p>
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Have you ever played with time? It’s fun to experiment. Time is its perception. If late, deliberately slow down, stop thinking, manage the anxiety. This seems to make the perception of time slow down making more time. It works, occasionally. In trying to make time speed up, well, that is another story.</p>
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That’s the elasticity and relativity of time. Time at this moment is dragging as I try to absorb a single sentence of research as to what Albert Einstein calls “time dilation”, incredibly small, and astoundingly measurable increments of time, say a millionth of a second. Einstein predicted and it has been proven that time slows even when flying in an aircraft. The faster you go, the slower the time. Ah, so that’s why the airline pilots and flight attendants look younger and airplane interiors never seem to change.</p>
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Before Einstein’s Theory of Relativity was proven, poet A.H. Reginald Buller cleverly wrote:</p>
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There once was a lady named Bright,<br/>
Who traveled faster than light.<br/>
She set out one day,<br/>
In a relative way,<br/>
And returned on the previous night.</p>
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Time. Without it, our clocks and watches, the world as we know it would be at best disorganized, at worst, chaotic. It is the glue that keeps the world from being random. It makes it so families can have meals together, friends can meet for coffee, students can attend classes, and organizations and governments can waste endless amounts of it attending meetings.</p>
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And, frankly, that is about all I can take. My brain hurts and there is more, much more, so many concepts to explore. But that is for another time.</p>
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(Image by <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/pranlobha/">Pranlobha, Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries</a>)</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/time-passages">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Schicksalswandel</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="antaranga.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/de/erlebnisse/antaranga-50.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><strong>Story in English:</strong> <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/reversal-my-fate">Reversal of my Fate</a></p>
<p>An einem Sommertag im Jahr 1989 - ich war schon seit 15 Monaten Meditationsschüler von Sri Chinmoy und machte gerade eine Ausbildung zum Heilpraktiker in der Josef-Angerer-Schule in München - besuchte ich einen Freund aus meiner Jugendzeit. Wir unterhielten uns prächtig über vergangene Zeiten und er tischte Wok-Gemüse mit Sauerkirschmarmelade und Reis auf, so wie es in China tatsächlich angerichtet wird. Das chinesische Gericht schmeckte hervorragend. Ich aß etwas zuviel und mein Magen fühlte sich schon etwas zu voll an, als ich plötzlich ein vernichtendes Gefühl in meinem Bauch wahrnahm. Das zerstörerische Gefühl in meinem Bauch hatte nicht die fernöstliche Kochkunst als Ursache, da es meinem Freund Stephan nach dem selben Essen prächtig ging. Es sollte der Beginn von etwas Lebensbedrohlichem sein. <em>(Foto: Antaranga in Lignano, Italien 2010)</em></p>
<p>Doch bevor mich mein Schicksal in schwerere Fahrwasser führte, flog ich Mitte August von Frankfurt aus zum ersten Mal nach New York, um meinem spirituellen Meister Sri Chinmoy im Rahmen seiner Geburtstagsfeierlichkeiten zu erleben. Im Flugzeug hoch über den Wolken überkam mich große Freude und eine überirdisch schöne Stimmung, die sich zurück auf dem Boden in New York leider nicht hielt. Obwohl ich die Feierlichkeiten zu Sri Chinmoys 58. Geburtstag mit ihrer Vielfalt von Musikdarbietungen; Theateraufführungen und Meditationen sehr beeindruckend fand, war ich beim Antritt des Rückfluges nicht richtig zufrieden, weil ich in der Nähe meines Meisters kein tiefes Meditationserlebnis gehabt hatte. Nun ich hatte in einem von Sri Chinmoys Büchern gelesen, dass es das Beste ist, nichts zu erwarten, dann bist du auch nicht enttäuscht. Eine gute Meditation ist ein Geschenk des Schöpfers, dass sich jederzeit und an jedem Ort einstellen kann. Aber die menschliche Natur hat ihre Bedürfnisse und theoretisches Wissen oder ein wirkliches erwartungsloses Bewusstsein zu haben, ist ein Unterschied.<br/>
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Ich verließ gemeinsam mit Schülern aus dem Meditationszentrum in München den Frankfurter Flughafen und lehnte mich an eine Säule vor dem Flughafengebäude. Dort warteten wir, um mit dem Auto abgeholt zu werden. Plötzlich verwandelte sich mein Bewusstsein. Mein Gedankenfluss stoppte, ich spürte Frieden und dann wurde um mich herum alles wunderschön. Die Welt war die gleiche, aber ich fühlte mich fas<img alt="sri-chinmoy.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/sri-chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />t wie im Paradies. Ich erinnerte mich daran, dass ich manchmal als Kind ansatzweise eine solche Wahrnehmung gehabt hatte. Einer meiner Mitschüler aus München bemerkte die Veränderung in mir und fragte mich, ob ich ins Samadhi eingetreten sei. Dieser Bewusstseinszustand hielt die ganze Fahrt von Frankfurt nach München an und auch als ich das letzte Stück des Weges nach Hause mit der Straßenbahn fuhr. Alles um mich herum war so erfüllend und ich wünschte mir, dass dieser Zustand für ewig anhielt. Doch als ich in meiner Wohnung ankam, war der Zauber vorbei. Das war es also, was Meditation bewirken kann. Diese Erfahrung interpretierte ich später als einen Anreiz des Schöpfers für mich, regelmäßig zu meditieren und seiner Schöpfung zu dienen, damit ich eines Tages immer in diesem Bewusstseinszustand bleiben kann. Aus heutiger Sicht war es gut, dass ich die bisher erfüllendste spirituelle Erfahrung meines Lebens nicht in körperlicher Anwesenheit von Sri Chinmoy gemacht hatte. Da ich später aus gesundheitlichen Gründen nicht so häufig die körperliche Anwesenheit von Sri Chinmoy genießen konnte, wusste ich, dass sich jederzeit an jedem Ort hohe spirituelle Erfahrungen durch seine Vermittlung einstellen konnten. <em>(Foto: Sri Chinmoy)</em><br/>
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Wenige Monate später stellte sich das Vernichtungsgefühl in meinem Bauch vom Juni nach normalen Essensmengen immer wieder ein. Meine Verdauung funktionierte nicht mehr richtig. Ich begann abzunehmen und zunehmend Kraft zu verlieren. Eine erste ärztliche Untersuchung, nachdem mein Augenweiß und mein Gesicht ganz gelb geworden war, brachte keine beunruhigende Diagnose. Ikterus Juvenilis, sagte der Arzt. Jugendliche Gelbsucht lautete die Übersetzung im medizinischen Lexikon. Trotzdem fühlte ich, dass mein Leben bedroht war. Homöopathische Medikamente, die mir bisher bei Verdauungsbeschwerden immer gut geholfen hatten, erzielten keine Resultate mehr.<br/>
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Im Februar 1990 kam mein Meditationsmeister Sri Chinmoy anlässlich der Wiedervereinigung zu einer Konzerttournee nach Deutschland. Obwohl ich schon sehr geschwächt war, beschloss ich ihn auf seiner Konzerttournee zu begleiten. Ich war der Überzeugung, dass er mein Leben retten könnte. Tirtha und ihre Familie, alle Meditationsschüler von Sri Chinmoy aus München, nahmen mich in ihrem weißen Citroen mit zu den Konzerten und kümmerten sich sehr liebevoll um mich. Nach kleinen Mahlzeiten zu Beginn der Tournee ging es mir lange Zeit sehr elend, so dass ich Tirtha bereits am zweiten Tag der Konzertreise bat, Sri Chinmoy<img alt="konzert-berlin-sri-chinmoy.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/konzert-berlin-sri-chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> davon zu erzählen, dass ich das Gefühl habe, ich müsste sterben. Sie wollte, dass ich es Sri Chinmoy selbst erzähle und arrangierte ein Treffen mit ihm. <em>(Foto: Sri Chinmoy meditiert beim Konzert im ICC in Berlin im Februar 1990)</em><br/>
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Irgendwo hinter einer Konzertbühne in der Nähe eines Aufzugs kam Sri Chinmoy auf mich zu. Ich wartete dort mit Tirtha und ihrer Familie im Rücken. Als Sri Chinmoy vor mir stand, verbeugte ich mich spontan vor ihm und er verbeugte sich vor mir. Ich verbeugte mich nochmals vor ihm und er sich vor mir. Das ganze passierte ein drittes Mal und danach weiß ich nicht mehr so genau, was geschah. Ich war zutiefst berührt und glücklich, ohne dass ein Wort gefallen war. Kurze Zeit darauf sah ich wie Sri Chinmoy mit seinen Begleitern im Aufzug verschwand. Tirtha verstand, dass es ein überwältigendes Erlebnis sein kann, seinem spirituellen Meister zum ersten Mal im Abstand von etwa zwei Metern gegenüber zu stehen und versprach mir, Sri Chinmoy am Morgen des folgenden Tages von meiner Situation zu erzählen. Gespannt wartete ich auf die Antwort. "Er wird definitiv nicht sterben", sagte Sri Chinmoy. Ich war sehr erleichtert und war fest davon überzeugt, dass dies sicher zutreffen würde. Beim Abendessen in Nürnberg nach dem Friedenskonzert in der Meistersingerhalle, bemerkte ich, wie Sri Chinmoy immer wieder zu mir hinüber blickte und sich auf mich konzentrierte. In der Folge ließen meine Beschwerden etwas nach.<br/>
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Zurück von der Tournee wurde ich so schwach, dass ich nur mehr kurze Strecken gehen konnte. Dies zwang mich dazu, meine Ausbildung abzubrechen und bei meinen Eltern 100 km östlich von München zu wohnen. Computertomographie der Bauchspeicheldrüse, Magen-Darm-Spiegelung, … . Die Ärzte konnten keine organische Erkrankung erkennen. Auch eine ohne meine Zustimmung gegebene gut gemeinte Beruhigungsspritze versetzte mich nur in ein Delirium und zeigte keine positive Wirkung auf meine Verdauung. Im April 1990 wog ich noch 44 kg und trotzdem zweifelte ich nicht eine Minute daran, dass ich das überleben werde. Erfahrungen von tiefem inneren Frieden, die Sri Chinmoy mir immer wieder durch einen Blick oder zu anderen Gelegenheiten geschenkt hatte, waren zu überzeugend, um an seiner Aussage Zweifel aufkommen zu lassen.<br/>
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Ich musste Nahrungsmittel finden, die mich nach dem Essen nicht völlig kraftlos werden lassen. Ich entdeckte, dass kleine Mengen Bananen, getrocknete Datteln oder Feigen im Abstand von rund einer Stunde genossen, mir nur wenig Kraft raubten und die Beschwerden danach kürzer und erträglicher waren. Ganz langsam kam ich wieder zu Kräften. So wurde ich fähig zuhause für die staatliche Zulassungsprüfung zum Heilpraktiker zu lernen. Die bestand ich im April 1991 und fühlte  bald danach die Kraft, mir eine Arbeit zu suchen. Ich erkannte, das ich zu wenig Kraftreserven hatte, um selbstständig als Heilpraktiker arbeiten zu können. Der Haken bei der Arbeitsfindung war, dass ich immer noch alle eineinhalb Stunden nichts anderes als Bananen, getrocknete Datteln, Feigen oder andere kalorienreiche, süße Früchte essen musste, um meine Beschwerden in Grenzen zu halten. Aß ich etwas anderes, raubten mir die Beschwerden danach die Arbeitskraft. Welcher Arbeitgeber würde das zulassen?<br/>
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Doch das Schicksal war gnädig zu mir. Jwalanta, Tirthas Bruder, rief an und fragte mich, ob ich in der Firma, die von seiner Familie gegründet wurde, arbeiten möchte. Da seine Familie Verständnis für meine Situation hatte, konnte ich trotz meines ungewöhnlich anmutenden Essrhyth<img alt="antaranga-gressenich-1992.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/antaranga/antaranga-gressenich-1992.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />mus in dem Verlag Edition AUM zu arbeiten beginnen.<br/>
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Zweieinhalb Jahre lang hatte ich nun fast ausschließlich Früchte gegessen und mein Körper wurde nicht richtig gesund. Kailash, einer der ersten Meditationsschüler Sri Chinmoys aus Zürich, war so liebenswert im Oktober 1992 Sri Chinmoy einen Brief von mir persönlich zu übergeben. Darin fragte ich, ob ich irgendetwas besonderes tun kann, um einen kräftigeren Körper zu erhalten und normale Nahrungsmittel zu mir nehmen zu können. Sri Chinmoy sagte, dass ich damit beginnen sollte ein wenig Normales zu essen, zeichnete einen Vogel auf meinen Brief und schrieb darunter: Blessings, Love, Joy, Gratitude. Den Brief erhielt ich zurück und auch heute noch hole ich ihn ab und zu hervor und schaue ihn mit großer Freude an. <em>(Foto: Antaranga 1992)</em><br/>
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1993 verschlechterte sich mein Gesundheitszustand wieder. Ein brennender, zwickender Schmerz gleich nach dem Essen gesellte sich hinzu. Die Wangen in meinem Gesicht fielen ein. Tirtha beschloss Sri Chinmoy im April in New York zu fragen, was ich noch tun kann, um meinen Zustand zu verbessern, da ich bei einer wirklich guten Homöopathin in Behandlung war und auch alle möglichen anderen Versuche unternommen hatte, medizinische Unterstützung zu finden. Sri Chinmoys Antwort war sehr aufschlussreich: Ich hätte ein schweres Karma abzutragen, habe aber schon beträchtlichen Fortschritt gemacht und vieles davon abgetragen. Es ist gut, dass ich auf einem spirituellen Weg sei, ansonsten wäre ich nicht mehr am Leben. Ich soll regelmäßig meditieren und beten: Das sei das, was wirklich hilft. Er bete auch für mich. Ich soll meiner Seele, meinem Herzen und meinen Verstand beweisen, dass mein Körper geheilt werden kann. Und ich soll zudem zu einem normalen Arzt gehen, zu dem ich Vertrauen habe.<br/>
Ich wusste nun, dass meine Einschätzung von damals, dass der Tod nahte, nicht nur eine Gedanke, sondern Realität gewesen war. Zudem musste ich mich mich jetzt nicht mehr abmühen, einen noch besseren Homöopathen oder eine andere Heilmethode aufzutreiben. Es war einfach mein Schicksal. Ich suchte einen Arzt auf, ließ einige Untersuchungen im Krankenhaus machen, und war Gott sehr dankbar, dass er mir die Möglichkeit gegeben hat, den so bereichernden spirituellen Weg von Sri Chinmoy zu beschreiten.<br/>
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Nach einer Gabe einer homöopathischen Hochpotenz durch meine Heilpraktikerin Mitte 1994 bemerkte ich, dass ich normales Essen wieder ohne starke Beschwerden verdauen konnte. Ich hatte dasselbe homöopathische Mittel ab und zu schon einmal bekommen, aber diese Wirkung hatte es noch nie erzielt. Das Karma mit dem Essen war wohl jetzt abgetragen und ich begann nach 4 Jahren eintöniger Früchtediät von neuem zu entdecken, was es alles Gutes zu essen gab.<br/>
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Doch das Jahr 1994 hielt nicht nur diese Erleichterung, sondern auch eine neue karmische Welle für mich bereit, die mir Anfang 1995 noch einmal mächtig zu schaffen machte. <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/schicksalswandel-teil-ii">Mehr  ...</a></p>
<p><a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/schicksalswandel-teil-ii">Schicksalswandel Teil II</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/schicksalswandel">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Vegetarian diet and Spirituality</h2><div class="field-item"><p>&nbsp;Once you start meditating, you become conscious of things affecting your state of well-being that you previously were unaware of, including what you eat. Sri Chinmoy asks those who would like to become his students to move away from eating meat, to avoid taking in the restless and agressive qualities it embodies.</p>
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<h2>Spirituality and vegetarian eating&nbsp;</h2>
<p><strong>Questions answered by Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
<p><em>Question: What role does a vegetarian diet play in your teachings?</em></p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy: In my teachings the vegetarian diet plays a most important role. In order to become pure, a vegetarian diet helps us considerably. Purity is of paramount importance in our spiritual life. This purity we must establish in the physical, the vital and the mental. When we eat meat, fish and so forth, the aggressive, animal consciousness enters into us. Our nerves become agitated; we unconsciously become restless and aggressive. The mild qualities of vegetables, on the other hand, help us to establish in our inner life as well as in our outer life, the qualities of sweetness, softness, simplicity and purity.</p>
<p>But again, if you ask me whether by becoming a strict vegetarian you can realise God or not, then I would say &ldquo;No,&rdquo; a definite &ldquo;No.&rdquo; There are millions and millions of people on earth who are strict vegetarians, but I don&rsquo;t think there are millions and millions of God-realised souls on earth. For God-realisation we need aspiration. But in answering your question, I wish to say that it is always advisable, if possible, to have a vegetarian diet in order to further one&rsquo;s progress in the inner discipline, so that one can feel that even the body, with its purity, can help one&rsquo;s inner aspiration to become more intense and more soulful.</p>
<p><em>So a vegetarian diet is not necessary in order to realise God?</em></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy: </em>Just by becoming a vegetarian one will not realise God. It is impossible! Many people have followed strict vegetarian diets, but there are not very many people on earth who have realised God. In India all widows of respectable families are supposed to be vegetarians. But if you count all Indian widows, you will not find many God-realised souls among them. Unless these women pray and meditate most sincerely and devotedly, they will make very little spiritual progress.</p>
<p>If you stop eating fish and meat you will not realise God overnight. Far from it! You must not expect such great results from so small an effort. But your aspiration will be increased. Your mild qualities, soft qualities, aspiring qualities will come to the fore sooner. Everything depends on how fast you want to make progress. If you feel that each second counts, if you feel that there is no end to your goal, then the best thing is to achieve the things that are ahead of you as soon as possible.</p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy Centre Links - Part 2</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Links to enterprises inspired by Sri Chinmoy&#39;s teachings and personal example of a self-giving attitude in all aspects of life - including business.</p>
<p>Often in the realm of the food and catering industry, these enterprises are run by Sri Chinmoy&#39;s students from all over the world. Their aim: to provide diners with great service and wholesome food in a spiritual environment. We also offer links to a selection of non-food enterprises and personal websites.</p>
<h3>Food and Catering Enterprises around the world</h3>
<h4>America:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://www.annambrahma.com/" title="Annam Brahma - a vegetarian restaurant in Jamaica, New York">Annam Brahma</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Jamaica, New York.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.anandafuara.com/" title="Ananda Fuara - a vegetarian restaurant in San Francisco, California">Ananda Fuara</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in San Francisco, California.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.happycow.net/reviews.php?id=2856" title="Consciousness-Blossoms - a vegetarian restaurant in Palm Harbor, Florida | Happy Cow">Consciousness-Blossoms</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Palm Harbor, Florida.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.jyotibihanga.com/" title="Jyoti-Bihanga - a vegetarian restaurant in San Diego, California">Jyoti-Bihanga</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in San Diego, California.</li>
<li><a href="https://silenceheartnest.com/" title="Silence-Heart-Nest - a vegetarian restaurant in Seattle, Washington">Silence-Heart-Nest</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Seattle, Washington.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.oneness-fountain-heart.com/" title="The Oneness-Fountain-Heart - a vegetarian restaurant in Flushing, New York">The Oneness-Fountain-Heart</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Flushing, New York.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.panoramacafe.org/" title="The Panorama of My Silence-Heart - a vegetarian café in Jamaica, New York">The Panorama of My Silence-Heart</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute; in Jamaica, New York.</li>
<li><a href="http://victorysbanner.com/" title="Victorys Banner Vegetarian - a vegetarian restaurant in Chicago, Illinois">Victorys Banner</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Chicago, Illinois.</li>
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<h4>Australia:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://myrainbowdreams.com.au/" title="My Rainbow-Dreams - a vegetarian café, gelateria and juice bar in Canberra, Australia">My Rainbow-Dreams</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute;, gelateria and juice bar in Canberra.</li>
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<h4>Austria:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://www.heartofjoy.at/" title="The Heart of Joy - a vegetarian café in Salzburg, Austria">The Heart of Joy</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute; in Salzburg.</li>
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<h4>Canada:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://www.annapurna.ca/" title="Annapurna - a vegetarian restaurant in Toronto, Canada">Annapurna</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Toronto, Ontario.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.happycow.net/reviews.php?id=1329" title="Peace-Garden - a vegetarian café in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada">Peace-Garden</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute; in Ottawa, Ontario.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.perfectionsatisfactionpromise.ca/" title="Perfection-Satisfaction-Promisea - a vegetarian restaurant in Ottawa, Canada">Perfection-Satisfaction-Promise</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Ottawa, Ontario.</li>
<li><a href="http://satisfaction-feast.com/" title="Satisfaction Feast - a vegetarian restaurant in Halifax, Nova Scotia">Satisfaction Feast</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Halifax, Nova Scotia.</li>
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<h4>France:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://triptikulai.com/" title="Tripti Kulai - a vegetarian restaurant in Montpellier, France">Tripti Kulai</a> - a vegetarian restaurant in Montpellier.</li>
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<h4>Germany:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://cosmos-heart.de/" title="The Cosmos Heart - vegetarian café in Augsburg, Germany">The Cosmos Heart</a> - vegetarian caf&eacute; in Augsburg.</li>
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<h4>New Zealand:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz/" title="The Blue Bird vegetarian café - vegetarian and vegan cuisine">The Blue Bird</a> - vegetarian caf&eacute; in Auckland.</li>
<li><a href="http://thelotusheart.co.nz/" title="The Lotus-Heart - a vegetarian café, restaurant and gift shop in Christchurch, New Zealand">The Lotus-Heart</a> - vegetarian restaurant, caf&eacute; and gift shop in Christchurch.</li>
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<h4>Norway:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://fragrance.no/" title="The Fragrance Of The Heart - a vegetarian café in Oslo, Norway">The Fragrance Of The Heart</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute; in Oslo.</li>
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<h4>Switzerland:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="https://www.hier-und-jetzt.ch/" title="Hier und Jetzt Café - a vegetarian café in Bern, Switzerland">Hier und Jetzt Caf&eacute;</a> - a vegetarian caf&eacute; in Bern.</li>
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<h3>Other Enterprises</h3>
<h4>Global:</h4>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://www.gandharvaloka.com/" title="Gandhava Loka - world music instruments.">Gandhava Loka</a> - world music instrument stores in Europe and New Zealand.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.gandharvaloka.co.nz/" title="Gandhava Loka - world music instruments in Christchurch, New Zealand">Gandhava Loka</a> - world music instruments in Christchurch, New Zealand.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.lotusyoga.ie/" title="Lotus Yoga">Lotus Yoga</a> - yoga studio in the heart of Dublin, Ireland.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.madalbal.hu/" title="Madal Bal Hungary">Madal Bal</a> - tool wholesale export and import in Budapest, Hungary.</li>
<li><a href="https://madalbalshop.com/" title="Madal Bal Hungary">Madal Bal</a> - health foods in Den Haag, Netherlands.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.offsetdruckerei.de/" title="Offset Druckerei Pohland - Augsburg, Germany">Offset Druckerei Pohland</a> - fine printing press in Augsburg, Germany.</li>
<li><a href="http://rainbowheartsky.com.au/" title="Rainbow Heart-Sky">Rainbow Heart-Sky</a> - florist, gallery and gift shop in Hahndorf, South Australia.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.runandbecome.com/" title="Run and Become - Runners Stores">Run and Become</a> - running shoes and apparel in Great Britian.</li>
<li><a href="https://gardenoflight.ca/" title="The Garden of Light - inspirational book, music and gifts in Ottawa, Canada">The Garden of Light</a> - inspirational books, music and gifts in Ottawa, Canada.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.4color.net/" title="The Manifestation-Glow Printing Inc - Queens, New York">The Manifestation-Glow</a> - printing press located in Flushing, New York.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.transcendence-perfection-bliss.com/" title="Transcendence-Perfection-Bliss of the Beyond - gift store">Transcendence-Perfection-Bliss of the Beyond</a> - gift boutique in Washington DC.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.transformation-surprise.com/" title="Transformation-Surprise Laundromat - Seattle, WA, USA">Transformation-Surprise Laundromat</a> - Seattle, WA, USA.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.ojas.de/" title="Tonland Goloka">Tonland Goloka</a> - produces and distributes the music of Sri Chinmoy from Germany.</li>
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<h3>Personal Sites</h3>
<p><strong>Global:</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://abichal.com/" title="Abichal.com">Abichal.com</a> - themes and expanding images of the meaning of life.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.ashrita.com/" title="Ashrita Furman - &#039;Mr. Versatility&#039;.">Ashrita Furman</a> - dubbed &#39;Mr. Versatility&#39; by the Guinness Book of World Records.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.gandharva.at/" title=" the journey to this place has begun.">Gandharva</a> - the music, musicians, and instruments of the Austrian music group, Gandharva.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.goldengrove.school.nz/" title="Golden Grove School - a Montessori school in Auckland, New Zealand">Golden Grove School</a> - a Montessori school in Auckland, New Zealand.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.lightandliberty.org/" title="&#039;Light and Liberty - Reflections on the Pursuit of Happiness&#039; - the words of Thomas Jefferson. Edited by Eric S. Peterson">Light and Liberty - Reflections on the Pursuit of Happiness</a> - the words of Thomas Jefferson compiled and edited by Eric Peterson.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.meditationworkshop.org/" title="Meditation Workshop - Learning Meditation">Meditation Workshop</a> - Learning Meditation.</li>
<li><a href="https://multidays.com/" title="MultiDays.com - the complete resource for the multiday runner">MultiDays.com</a> - the complete resource for the multiday runner.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.onenessfamilyschool.org" title="Oneness-Family School - The International Peace Acadamy">Oneness-Family School</a> - The International Peace Academy.</li>
<li><a href="https://perfectionjourney.org/" title="Utpal Marshall&#039;s blog">Perfection Journey</a> - Utpal Marshall&#39;s blog.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.premik.com/" title="Premik Russell Tubbs">Premik Russell Tubbs</a> - flutist, saxophonist, composer, arranger and producer.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.purewebdesigns.co.uk/" title="Pure Web Designs - York, England">Pure Web Designs</a> - offering a personal service in tailor-made web design and development.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.sacredsteps.co.uk/" title="Sacred Steps">Sacred Steps</a> - a site maintained by Roger Chamberlain of the UK.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.sharani.org/" title="Sharani&#039;s Blog">Sharani&#39;s Blog</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.lebedev.org.ua/" title="Stutisheel&#039;s Website">Stutisheel</a> - Russian ultra-distance runner and student of Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.sumangali.org/" title="Sumangali.org - in the spirit of serendipity">Sumangali.org</a> - in the spirit of serendipity.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.tejvan.co.uk/" title="Tejvan&#039;s site">Tejvan&#39;s site</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.templesonghearts.org/" title="Temple-Song-Hearts">Temple-Song-Hearts</a> - an all female vocal and instrumental ensemble devoted exclusively to performing the music of Sri Chinmoy.</li>
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<h3>More Links</h3>
<ul>
<li>Please feel welcome to visit <a href="/links" title="Sri Chinmoy Centre Links - Part 1">Sri Chinmoy Centre Links - Part 1</a> - more links to websites dealing with all aspects of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s life, activities and teachings.</li>
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<p>To the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Homepage">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> Homepage</p></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy Centre Links Page</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Welcome to our links page – a directory of links to various aspects of Sri Chinmoy's inspirational life and activities; to vegetarian cafes, restaurants and other enterprises run by members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre around the world – and to various personal websites maintained by Sri Chinmoy's students. We hope you find these links helpful and inspiring.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy Links</h3>
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<p><a href="/sri_chinmoy"><img alt="Sri Chinmoy" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy" data-src="/files/images/meditation/sri_chinmoy_links.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></a>Links to websites dealing with all aspects of Sri Chinmoy's life, activities and teachings.</p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a>: the official complete source. Sri Chinmoy is a spiritual teacher who has tirelessly dedicated his life to the fulfilment of the unlimited potential of the human spirit and to the pursuit of global harmony. This uplifting site shares information about Sri Chinmoy’s life and teachings; as well as his writings, music and artistic creations.</li>
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<a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Life of Sri Chinmoy</a> – a web site dedicated to the remarkable life of spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy. Life of Sri Chinmoy currently presents extracts from Sri Chinmoy's own writings in chronological order, drawing from the large but as yet unconsolidated volume of autobiographical material that he has published.</li>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Library – Sri Chinmoy's literature online and searchable.">Sri Chinmoy Library</a> – through his many books of talks, questions and answers, poetry, essays, plays and short stories, Sri Chinmoy has conveyed the richness and diversity of the quest for inner harmony and self-understanding. Here is a wonderful online source for more than a thousand of Sri Chinmoy's books.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Poetry.">Sri Chinmoy Poetry</a> – a website offering a selection of poetry from Sri Chinmoy's prolific output which spans many decades and poetic modes. A 'must visit' for lovers of illumining poetry. As a professor of language studies at a prominent US university once stated, <em>"Sri Chinmoy's poems are beautiful in their simplicity and profound in their significance."</em></li>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoybooks.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Books">Sri Chinmoy Books</a> – a website dedicated to the distribution of Sri Chinmoy's literature and music.</li>
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<a href="http://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/" title="Radio Sri Chinmoy – the music of Sri Chinmoy.">Radio Sri Chinmoy</a> – listen to spiritual music online. Experience the meditative and soul-stirring music of Maestro Sri Chinmoy. Select from Sri Chinmoy’s uplifting flute performances, soulful singing, resonant stringed instruments, magical keyboard, power-filled pipe organ and charming extemporaneous compositions. This site also offers poetry being read by Sri Chinmoy, performances of Sri Chinmoy's music by his students, news, interviews, plays, stories and more.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Songs.">Sri Chinmoy Songs</a> – an online library that offers a vast collection of Sri Chinmoy's songs in both his native Bengali and English. These songs are devotional in nature and are based on Sri Chinmoy's direct experiences of God and the spiritual life. Sri Chinmoy Songs has a search facility, offers printable musical scores and recordings.</li>
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<a href="/sri_chinmoy/concerts/" title="Sri Chinmoy Concerts | Sri Chinmoy Centre – global home">Sri Chinmoy Concerts</a> - since 1984, Sri Chinmoy performed his meditative music free of charge at 777 concerts worldwide. During these concerts, Sri Chinmoy played his own compositions and improvised on a variety of Eastern and Western instruments. He usually performed on a dozen different instruments and, on occasion, had played up to 150 instruments in a single concert.</li>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoymusic.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Music">Sri Chinmoy Music</a> – in Sri Chinmoy's words, <em>"God is the Supreme Musician."</em> This site celebrates music as a secret signature of the Divine; a sacred bridge between Heaven and earth and a choice manifestation of God.</li>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.tv/" title="Sri Chinmoy TV">Sri Chinmoy TV</a> – view video clips of Sri Chinmoy performing music, singing, reading poetry, lifting weights, painting and more. Sri Chinmoy TV also features Inspiration News, short films, plays and interviews.</li>
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<a href="http://www.inspiration-lifts.org/" title="Inspiration-Lifts">Inspiration-Lifts</a> – the weightlifting feats of Sri Chinmoy.</li>
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<a href="http://srichinmoyart.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Art.">Sri Chinmoy Art</a> – Sri Chinmoy once stated, <em>"Both art and spirituality have a goal, and that goal is supreme joy, supreme delight."</em> Sri Chinmoy Art takes you to the beautiful world of Sri Chinmoy’s vast meditative art works. View a selection of his <em>Jharna Kala</em> (Bengali for Fountain-Art), paintings of brilliant colours and harmonising designs. Soon to come are selections from Sri Chinmoy's extensive collection of soul-birds drawings.</li>
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<a href="https://www.yogaofsrichinmoy.com/" title="The Yoga of Sri Chinmoy.">The Yoga of Sri Chinmoy</a> – presenting Sri Chinmoy's teachings and philosophy.</li>
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<h3>
Sri Chinmoy Biographical Books</h3>
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<a href="http://www.equilibriumbooks.com/madal.htm" title="Madal The Child - by Vidagdha Bennett">Madal The Child</a> and <a href="http://www.equilibriumbooks.com/villageboy.htm" title="A Shakpura Village Boy - by Vidagdha Bennett">A Shakpura Village Boy</a> - biographical writings about Sri Chinmoy by Vidagdha Bennett.</li>
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Projects inspired by Sri Chinmoy</h3>
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<a href="/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> – a website maintained by Sri Chinmoy's students from around the world with detailed information about free meditation workshops in many countries, inspirational <a href="/community/editorials/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Editorial Section.">editorial articles</a> and <a href="/community/members/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Member's Homepages.">Members Homepages</a>, an extensive <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/main.php" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Photo Gallery">Photo Gallery</a>, news, views and much more.</li>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> – an organisation created to offer the global running community a variety of running events from 2 mile fun runs through to the marathon and triathlons, and longer multi-day events such as the 1,300 mile race. Many members of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team are involved in channel swimming, mountaineering, competitive cycling, track and field and a host of recreational sports activities.</li>
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<a href="http://www.3100.ws/" title="3100 Mile Race">3100 Mile Race</a> – a website for the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team's 3100 Mile Race.</li>
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<li>
<a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/" title="World Harmony Run.">The World Harmony Run</a> – an annual global torch relay seeking to strengthen international friendship and harmony.</li>
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<a href="https://www.onenessheart.org/" title="The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles Worldwide Humanitarian Service.">The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles</a> Worldwide Humanitarian Service – a global project inspired by Sri Chinmoy in 1990 to be of service during the time of terrible food shortages in Russia. Since 2000, The Oneness-Heart-Tears and Smiles has developed a global network and have active centres in over 40 countries.</li>
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Related Inspirational Sites</h3>
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<a href="http://srichinmoyinspiration.com/">Sri Chinmoy Inspiration Group</a> – sharing news, inspiration and encouragement.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.srichinmoy-reflections.com/">Sri Chinmoy Reflections</a> – articles about the life of Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.srichinmoybio.co.uk/">Sri Chinmoy Bio</a></li>
<li>
<a href="http://www.eternalpeaceflame.org/" title="The Eternal Peace Flame - Oslo, Norway">The Eternal Peace Flame</a> - Oslo, Norway.</li>
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<a href="https://www.poetseers.org/" title="Poetseers.">Poetseers</a> – the poetry of yogis, Avatars, saints, sages and transcendent poets.</li>
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<a href="http://festivaloftheheart.org/">World Festival of the Heart</a> - Meeting place of spirituality, science and the arts.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.meditationworkshop.org/" title="Meditation Workshop.">Meditation Workshop</a> – an introduction to meditation and spirituality.</li>
<li>
<a href="https://www.writespirit.net/" title="WriteSpirit.">WriteSpirit</a> – a collection of writings about great spiritual personalities.</li>
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German language web sites</h3>
<ul>
<li>
<a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/links/" title="Links | Sri Chinmoy Centre, Germany">Links</a> – Sri Chinmoy Centre, Germany.</li>
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More Links</h3>
<ul>
<li>
Please feel welcome to visit <a href="/links/links_2/" title="Sri Chinmoy Centre Links – Part 2">Sri Chinmoy Centre Links – Part 2</a> – more links to a selection of enterprises and personal websites offered by Sri Chinmoy's students from around the world.</li>
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<p>Return to the <a href="/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre Homepage">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> homepage</p></div></div>
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<h2>Modifying the Contact Form</h2><div class="field-item"><p>One of the first things you will have to do in the new site is edit the contact form and possibly translate it into your language.</p>
<h4>Editing the form</h4>
<p>1. Login, go to your site, visit the contact form and Click on '<em>Edit</em>'. You can change the greeting text on the contact form, and also the text that shows up when the visitor presses '<em>Submit</em>'.</p>
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<h4><strong>Changing Form Items</strong></h4>
<p>To configure the different items that appear at the top of the screen, press the <em>Form components</em> button, just below the View and Edit buttons at the top of the page. You will then see a list of all the existing fields.</p>
<p>The <em>Mandatory</em> option is whether to make a field compulsory (e.g. make it compulsory to leave telephone number). Mandatory fields will have a little red star beside them on the form.</p>
<p>As we are not emailing these requests, the <em>Email</em> option here is not used.</p>
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<p> You can edit each of the form components by pressing <em>Edit</em>, and translate the titles into your language. <em>Clone</em> creates a copy of an existing form component.</p>
<p><strong>Note:</strong> If you want to have a telephone field, edit the existing field rather than create a new one. The existing field has some special code to stop people putting email addresses in there instead of numbers.</p>
<h4>Adding a new form component</h4>
<p>Where it says <em>New component name</em>: Just add the title of the field (this is the title that site visitors will see)</p>
<p>Select the type of field: <em>Text field</em> is a single line, <em>Text area</em> is a bigger box - for addresses or messages. Then press add.</p>
<p>You can change the size of the text area/text field by filling in the <em>width</em> and <em>height</em> sections in the edit form.</p>
<h4>Adding a new Contact Form</h4>
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<li>If you have an old contact page for a certain city (e.g. /meditation/sydney/contact). You will want to delete this old Plone contact form as it will not work.</li>
<li>At the moment there is one contact form for every country. If you need additional forms, contact a site administrator who will create a new contact form (Tejvan, Nirbhasa) Just say, which URL you would like it, e.g. /uk/contact/bristol. We hope to add option to create own contact forms shortly.</li>
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<h4>Note:</h4>
<p> Note that when the site goes live, we will be moving away from checking our Centre mailbox for messages, and towards a system where country managers can view the contact form submissions by visiting the site. Among other things, this will make it easier to protect users from unwanted harassment.</p>
<p><strong>Related</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/using-contact-form-results">Tips on Using Contact Form Results</a></li>
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<p>Video of Contact form <a href="/files/video/contact-form.screenflow/contact-form">files/video/contact-form.screenflow/contact-form</a> (not working at moment)</p></div></div>
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<li>To get in touch with us, or to find out more about upcoming meditation events call <strong>085 1450880</strong>.</li>
<li>If you would like to find out more about upcoming meditation classes in Dublin, you can leave your contact details on the <a href="https://www.dublinmeditation.com/contact/">Dublin meditation</a> form</li>
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<h2>2008</h2><div class="field-item"><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/newsletter-concert">Our new newsletter and our first concert!</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
January 2008 saw us kick off the new year with a new newsletter and the first of what we hope will be many concerts.....
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/lots-of-joy-in-england">Lots of joy in England</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
February 2008 - Shane, Colm, Matthias and Ambarish take a trip to Middle England to meet up with fellow students of Sri Chinmoy for a weekend of joy, meditation and fun....
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/the-essence-of-india">The essence of India</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
A concert of Indian classical music and meditative songs...
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/a-weekend-of-joy-in-scotland">A weekend of joy in Scotland</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
Meditation and fun in the Pentland hills...
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/world-harmony-run-in-ireland">World Harmony Run in Ireland</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
May saw the arrival in Ireland of the World Harmony Run, the world’s largest grassroots running event....
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/a-very-special-concert">A very special concert</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
A visit to the Royal Albert Hall in London...
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/dublin-centre-june-roundup">Dublin Centre June Roundup</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
This was supposed to be a quiet month for the Dublin centre, yet we still found enough to fill a good sized article (thanks in part to the pictures, I know, but still....) Read on!
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/cycling-trip-to-kerry">Cycling trip to Kerry</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
The Dublin Centre (plus many visitors from overseas) enjoyed a four-day Cycling trip, all around the beautiful county of Kerry.
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2008/october-news">October news</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
Mediation classes with a Canadian touch, plus a very sweet and soulful concert....
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2008/a-soulful-visit-to-new-york">A soulful visit to New York</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
It has been one year since our beloved teacher Sri Chinmoy passed away, and this occasion was marked by his students in his home city of New York and his meditation centres all around the world. Shane travelled to New York to bring back the following news...</div></div>
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<h2>2007</h2><div class="field-item"><a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/a-fun-outing">Mayhem in Donadea</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
 
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/an-international-weekend-of-joy">A meditative weekend in France</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
In the Sri Chinmoy Centre, we certainly don't believe in long hours spent in meditation away from society. In addition to meditation, there are plenty of activities we can do to make spiritual progress, and one of the main ones - perhaps the main one - is having lots and lots of joy!
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2007/irish-joy-weekend">An international weekend of joy in County Clare</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
The Irish Sri Chinmoy Centre plays host to a weekend of meditation and fun...
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/a-cycling-trip-to-waterford">A cycling trip to Waterford...</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
For the Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre, a cycling trip to some far-off corner of Ireland has become an essential event in the annual calendar
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/heart-art">Heart-Art: Exploring Creativity through playing with paints</a> (Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre, from 2007-10-19 07:45 PM to 2007-10-19 09:15 PM) — by Shane Magee
Learn to paint from within in this one and a half hour workshop
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2007/masthead">Australia Masthead</a> — by Prachar Stegemann — last modified 2007-10-11 06:43 AM
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<h2>Spiritual plays performed by Dublin Centre</h2><div class="field-item"><a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/plays/a-universal-heart-of-sympathy">A Universal Heart of Sympathy</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
A play about the great Indian spiritual figure, Swami Vivekananda who lived in the latter part of the 19th century. His visit to the World Parliament of Religions in Chicago in 1893 is considered a landmark event in the arrival of Eastern philosophy to the West.
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/plays/the-boil-illumination">The Boil Illumination</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
This short play is based on one of the many stories Sri Chinmoy has written over the years.
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2006news/plays/vivekananda.jpg">Swami Vivekananda - from vivekananda.org</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
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The Dublin centre explores how meditation can unlock your inner creativity!
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/aphorismcard">Inspiring aphorisms go down a treat!</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
Sri Chinmoy's short poems and artwork - all in one beautiful little card. These cards have enjoyed great public reaction in Australia, New Zealand, the UK, Italy and Ireland.
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/newcentre">A new Centre for Dublin!</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
Opening a new meditation centre in the very heart of the city...
<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/images">images</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
 
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<a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/nanak-play">Can you point my feet to where there is no God?</a> — by Shane Magee — last modified 2009-01-19 10:04 AM
This is a play about an incident in the life of Guru Nanak, who was the founder of the Sikh religion. Nanak had very many Hindu and Muslim disciples and was always striving for harmony between the two faiths. Upon his death his Hindu and Muslim disciples were arguing over whether he should be cremated or burned. But when they looked at the body, they saw only fresh flowers. Each group took half the flowers so they could bury or cremate them as they wished.
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A month where the Dublin Centre focuses on bringing harmony into our inner and outer worlds.....
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Every so often some of the Dublin centre put on plays for the rest of the group, plays that are both entertaining and enlightening....
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<h2>Seven Secrets of Meditation, Part 2: Effective Technique and the Spiritual Heart</h2><div class="field-item"><h3>Effective Technique and the Spiritual Heart</h3>
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While most forms of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> deal with the human mind, <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/" title="Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy's teachings</a> place great emphasis on the importance of the heart. Secret number two: learn to meditate in the <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title=" your inner treasure | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spiritual heart</a>. This technique bypasses the mind altogether and shifts the focus of our meditation efforts into the centre of the chest. This is called <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anahata" title="Anahata – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Anahata</a></em>, the heart <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chakra" title="Chakra – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">chakra</a></em>, and this centre houses many of our most powerful spiritual qualities and meditation capacities.</p>
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This from Sri Chinmoy's <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/meditation_book" title="Man-Perfection in God-Satisfaction – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Meditation: Man Perfection in God-Satisfaction</a>:</p>
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There is a specific place where the soul resides most of the time and that is in the heart. If you want illumination you have to get if from the soul, which is inside the heart. [...] Suppose you have the opportunity to work at two places. At one place [mind] you will earn two hundred dollars and at the other place [heart] five hundred dollars. If you are wise, you will not waste your time at the first place.</blockquote>
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While the mind by it's very nature is restless, untranquil and usually uncooperative during attempts to bring stillness into our being (like the waves on the surface of the ocean) the heart is inherently peaceful and calm – the bottom of the ocean. The heart is an egoless, unhorizoned <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness, Beyond Within – Books by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> – Sri Chinmoy's description of just how vast it is, is absolutely startling, for the heart embodies the entire universe. His book <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/samadhi_and_siddhi" title=" Samadhi and Siddhi – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">The Summits of God-Life: Samadhi and Siddhi</a> gives a tantalising and fascinating glimpse into these realms of consciousness that will unfold at some point in our development – within us extraordinary worlds lie waiting to be discovered!</p>
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<img alt="Cliff, Man and Sky" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/seven_secrets/7simages/cliff_sky.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Chinmoy's vast literary legacy</a> is filled with writings and reflections about the spiritual heart and it's capacity to solve all of the world's problems – for one of it's major qualities is oneness. If you can live 'in the heart' you are a part of all life and all life is a part of you – there is no separation between self and other. Out of this, oneness, concern, compassion, love and sympathy flower – the sufferings of others are your sufferings, their joys and triumphs are your own.</p>
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In <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/kundalini" title=" The Mother Power – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Kundalini: The Mother Power</a>, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> writes:</p>
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"The power of the heart centre is unbelievable. A seeker with mastery over the anahata centre has free access to both the visible and the invisible worlds. Time surrenders to him; space surrenders to him. In the anahata centre, one can enjoy the deepest bliss of oneness; one can have pure joy [...] The spiritual heart is larger than the largest. We always say that there cannot be anything superior to the Universal Consciousness, but this is a mistake. The spiritual heart houses the Universal Consciousness."</blockquote>
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The ancient Greeks described four types of love and these include <em>eros</em> (physical love), <em>agape</em> (self-sacrificing love), <em>caritas</em> (charitable love) and <em>divinitas</em>. This last is the soul's love of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>, and from our heart meditation practise, this wonderful gift with it's intuitive wisdom; it's expanding, unconditional and pure love; it's sweetness-delight; it's devotion to God will blossom. God love, eternal in the soul, flowering into a conscious feeling through the heart, becomes a personal experience.</p>
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"We have to start our journey in the heart. Inside the heart is the soul. The consciousness of the soul permeates the entire body, but the special dwelling place of the soul is inside the spiritual heart. If pure love, heart's love, soul's love, can permeate your entire being, it can purify and divinise your whole existence [...] All the centres have love, but the heart centre has more than any other centre. Love is the special province of the heart centre; other centres are for other spiritual and occult powers."</blockquote>
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Speaking of divine love, the highest flowering of pure love, <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> comments:</p>
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"You can keep your heart's door wide open all the time if you can value the presence of God. You have to feel that without the conscious presence of God you cannot exist, not even for a fleeting moment [...] Cry for your Beloved Supreme the way a child cries for a doll, then you are bound to open your heart's door."</blockquote>
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<img alt="Beach and Sky" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/seven_secrets/7simages/beach_sky.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy's principle meditation guidebook, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/meditation_book" title="Man-Perfection in God-Satisfaction – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Meditation: Man Perfection in God-Satisfaction</a>, contains innumerable guided heart meditations and commentaries on the significance of the heart centre and fast-tracking our progress. It describes the aspects of our humanity – body/vital/mind/heart/soul – as resembling sisters or brothers in a family. Each has it's role, with ascending levels of illumination and wisdom, the soul being pre-eminent. The soul and the spiritual heart must guide our self-discovery and the evolution of our planet – they hold the keys to both personal and world transformation.</p>
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"World peace, world harmony, world perfection will take place only when all the parts of the being accept the soul's light that flows through the heart [...] But mind-power and heart-power also need one another. Manifestation has to take place through mind-power. If the mind does not accept the light of the heart, the heart itself cannot reach fulfilment and will not be able to manifest the Consciousness of the Supreme on earth."</blockquote>
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<a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> describes his own path as 'the path of the heart' – a path of divine love, devotion and surrender to God.</p>
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"Human love means to bind and be bound. But divine love means to love God in the way God wants to be loved. When we love God, devote ourselves to God and surrender to Him unconditionally, our finite self grows into the Infinite in exactly the same way that a drop enters the ocean and becomes the ocean itself. When we become one with the infinite, and claim it as our very own, then we can truthfully say that we ourselves are infinite."</blockquote>
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<p>I had recently come into possession of a brand spanking new shiny bright pink wave ski. I had had occasional goes on the odd wave ski that had come my way in the past and having rowed my Grandad’s wooden dinghy around the bay of <a href="http://www.whangamata.co.nz/photosof.htm">Whangamata</a> for over six years, and being (if I may say so myself) pretty deft at it, I was a relatively experienced rower. I had also procured a wave ski book from the library and had practiced some snazzy moves and manoeuvres in a friend’s pool. Since my recent asset accrual I had keenly gone out every day that summer past the breakers, cruising in on the waves, flipping every now and then to test, sharpen and speed up my skills at spinning back out on top again. Yep – I thought I was fairly much the bees knees as far as wave skiing went.</p>
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<p><a href="http://library.christchurch.org.nz/Kids/NZDisasters/CycloneBola.asp">Cyclone Bola</a> was a Big Momma of a hurricane that struck the North Island of New Zealand in March 1988. Whangamata – the holiday resort on the east coast of the idyllic golden-sanded Coromandel Peninsula to which both sets of my grandparents had retired – was badly hit by the tropical mega-storm. The sea was churning and wild – waves tore at the sand dunes with gnarly talons and creatures from the depths were driven forth. The beach was littered with seaweeds and zonal shellfish that had been lashed off the rocks and mercilessly dumped – pounded by the mindless breakers. The whole calm, idyllic seaside was transformed into a chaotic battlefield of the elements.</p>
<p>For two days I had been stuck indoors with the holidays drawing to a close. When the rain abated, I dashed out to the beach and the whole scene was revealed. The violent gales took my breath away as the enormous vista stormed and boiled around me. It was exhilarating standing on the dunes with the roaring wind and a whole fresh world before me. I loved it – the moody clouds, the freshly washed beach – and the waves!! They were enormous! Eyes widened with glee, I rushed back and grabbed my wave ski – I only paused briefly, wondering about the wisdom of my venture – then hauled it down to the beach and into the sea.</p>
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<p>The waves were coming in fast and strong, but in a brief gap I quickly pushed out onto the turbulent water of a backwashing wave – felt the familiar thrill of starting out to face the elements. Then <em>"BOOMPH!"</em> – the first wave hit with a strength that surprised me. Then they all came at me in quick succession but I managed to make a slow headway, heading for the point past the breakers where I could whiz around and ride in. The waves were big and the sea was wild so I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that maybe I would ride only once, then call it a day. There was the briefest lull in the waves and I grabbed the respite to quickly shoot out a bit and was going to turn and come in when a really huge wave reared up before me really fast. Instantly the options flashed before me – they were: (a) try to turn and ride it, however with not enough time to get fully around I would probably be caught broadside, and not only be flipped, but dumped and maybe face injury; (b) stay where I was and risk being flipped over lengthwise in the curl at the top, and maybe face injury, or; (c) row fast <em>(really really fast)</em>, get over it and catch the next one. As (c) was the only safe-ish one I rode over it – for one panicky moment I was vertical near the top, but leaned forward and managed to get over just as the curl was forming. The wind sent the spray back, stinging, onto my hands and face. To my horror there was another, at least to my eyes, tsunami-sized roller behind it. And behind that as well. I faced a long succession of these waves and it took all of my strength and skill in the cross-currents just to face them straight on. I was getting quite freaked out at this point. It was at the top of one of these titan waves that I started to face my folly. At the pinnacle of an extremely big one I looked out upon a vista of an untamed and angry ocean. In fact the vast ocean itself was a succession of huge breakers and the only point past the breakers for which I was seeking was on a beach on the coast of South America, some thousands of miles away. I tried a few frantic efforts to turn around and nearly came to grief several times and just about lost my paddle.</p>
<p>Just as I thought that at least things couldn’t get worse, they got worse. The outgoing tide had drifted me near the offshore islands and waves from cross-currents started buffeting the wave ski, and it became very unstable – sometimes the waves would cross each other out (where there was a wave and a trough occurring together) and I would find myself in an enormous node of calm water, facing an even more enormous peak of water where the waves had doubled themselves! It was a freaky situation and if I had had any time that wasn’t action and battling, swerving, turning, propelling forward, stopping, etc, (i.e. time to think), I would have panicked. And badly.</p>
<p>Very soon the islands loomed before me and I was being swept between the first two – and the waves changed again – very choppy and uncertain as I was over the reef and the rocks (relatively near the surface) made unexpected eddies to complicate things. I was beginning to tire badly but had to keep going for all I was worth. I was trying for the small beach on the first island. <em>(Ironically at low spring tides it is shallow enough to walk from the beach of Whangamata to the beach of this island and I had splashed gaily across to the island many times. Now – in the same spot – I was fighting for my life in mountainous seas.)</em> However there was no chance – the tide had a mind of its own and there was a swell trying to shove me roughly onto the jagged rocks of the island.</p>
<p>During my struggles to avoid the rocks I was swept between and past the first two islands. <em>(I was afraid of capsizing at that point as my morbid mind conjured up a scene where earlier that month, on a fishing expedition, we had been plagued by a 14 foot long grey nurse shark at approximately this position and I didn’t fancy being shark bait. I calmed myself somewhat by thinking that no self-respecting shark would be anywhere near the surface in these conditions.)</em> When I was out in the open sea – and a hostile one at that – it was upsetting to have all of my efforts and plans thwarted and to see the back of all that was familiar to me: the beach, the islands, etc – and to be swept away completely against my will. I was powerless to say the least, in an extremely dangerous situation, and despair started to set in. Stuck in a holding pattern of keeping upright, I knew my energy was nearing an end. I had been fighting for a couple of hours now at least, was hungry, afraid and COLD! My hands and feet were numb and painful, and up till now my wetsuit had kept me warm, even when the waves had broken over me and a couple of times the wave ski and I had completely submerged. Now I was aware that my body temperature had dropped and I was shivering. It also began to rain. I had been sustained by the thought that as soon as it was noticed I was missing, my grandparents would raise the alarm, when with finality it hit me that I would not be missed at all! Not until bed time at least. With both sets of grandparents settled at Whangamata, each would naturally assume that I was with the other.</p>
<p>All thoughts of rescue were smashed to smithereens and I privately also thought that no self-respecting life saver would venture out into conditions such as these anyway. I cried and the tears were hot on my frozen face. Rage born of hopelessness boiled up in me and I re-doubled my efforts for a while. But to absolutely no avail! The islands got no closer. When I was completely exhausted – I had gone past hunger and was weak and shaking with effort, I had to subside and just sit there amongst the turbulence, passively observing. I was mortified at my situation. It was starting to get dark, and on the crest of waves I could see the lights come on in the houses of Whangamata. I could even discern the window of Pop’s house where there was warmth and the safety that I had so easily, naively and foolishly dispensed with. I thought of my most beloved grandparents and grieved thinking of how they would blame themselves; of my parents and their grief; and of my own callous stupidity that had allowed this to happen – that had needlessly jeopardized the happiness of many, for I had come to the conclusion that I would undoubtedly die. I was on a small exposed wave ski on the open sea in hostile conditions – nobody knew I was there and there was no way of getting back. Trust me – the outlook was bleak. There was nothing I could do. I had read enough Readers’ Digest condensed books to know that drowning was an okay way to die, although I didn’t really fancy it myself, now that I faced my doom. I just thought I had better stay on the wave ski as long as possible, then when it sank or I fell off it, to tread water as long as possible. I was wearing a lifejacket, which would help, so I could be okay until tomorrow, if I wasn’t so cold. Actually I was starting to get warm deep inside and my focus was starting to blur – I recognized the onset of hypothermia. I wasn’t really aware of my limbs right then.</p>
<p>It began to get quite dark. To assuage my feeling of upset-ness I prayed. Mainly I prayed for <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/lifestyle/spirituality/god_the_supreme">God</a> to minimize the grief of those left behind and I also commended my soul to Him for His Keeping. If I was going to meet God, I wanted to be at my best so I prayed for peace and forgiveness and to be surrendered to the conditions over which I had no control. To my relief, a tangible Peace stole into me, and then grew and grew. I felt it inside my entire being. It comforted and warmed me and I stopped fighting the elements. So I sat there, holding my paddle, in extreme peace, happy that my passing was being made easy, and thanked God for all of the good things I had known and which seemed so much more precious now. As I sat and waited to die, what struck me was that I didn’t. I became aware that the wave ski stayed in the troughs, and the waves that swung up into the air – threatening to curl over me – flattened out as they came near. Without doing anything except sit there, it seemed I was completely safe. It was quite dark when I heard the sea making another noise – a dull booming – and a shape darker than the night hove into view. It was the first island. To my surprise the wave ski and I were being swept back between the first two islands and towards the main shore. The tide had obviously turned and was taking me back with it! As I drew near the shore I calmly and with little effort placed one end of the paddle in the water, turned the wave ski and a large breaker caught it up and smoothly glided me all the way (and it was quite far!) into shore, capsizing on a rogue cross-wave that I didn’t see in the dark in (thankfully) chest-deep water. I managed to drag the wave ski up the beach only a little way and had to leave it as far as strength and trembling limbs would allow me to. <em>(As it happened, the tide pushed it up a bit further and it was there, partially covered in sand, the following day when I retrieved it.)</em></p>
<p>I had been gone for about seven hours and – true to my reckoning at sea – was right in that each set of grandparents had thought that I was with the other. At the same time that I was out on the sea, three other lives were lost off the coast of Whangamata, just near to me. By Divine Grace it was not my turn to go. I believe God saved me for something else and in turn I am grateful to Him.</p>
Precisely because
God loves me infinitely more
Than I love myself,
God cannot afford to be
As careless with my life
As I am.
– <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> from his book titled ‘Love’.
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<h3>Epilogue</h3>
<p>After my experience in the maelstrom during Cyclone Bola my nerve was broken as far as wave skiing went and I no longer sought my thrills on the waves. Instead I only went out when the sea was as flat as a millpond!</p>
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<p>It wasn’t following proper etiquette. The dog had given a short, happy bark and was standing there wagging his tail, ready for a pat. He was not strictly following the doggy code of behaviour that every dog is instinctively born with (which I knew well because up until I was 14½ years old my family had handled many dogs) and a slight variance could offend and earn a small nip. There were rules and he wasn’t following them. We had not formally met - I had sized up this confident middle-sized dog and was willing to bet that I had never seen him before in my life - and he was being way too casual. So I ignored him. So he barked again, “I’m here!” I was surprised because dogs do not usually make a social gaffe like this – their keen sense of smell remembers better than their sight, and he was treating me very familiarly. I was in a tricky position. The dog had obviously made a mistake and if I bestowed the pat, the shock of understanding could result in a horrified yip or even a bite. On the other hand, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I looked at him, smiled and said, “Hello little doggy!” He was really happy and wagged so hard his whole body wiggled. He moved closer to more easily facilitate a patting. However I did not, for I did not know him, and he yapped again.</p>
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<p>Suddenly his owner appeared. “I’m really sorry about this – he’s usually so shy with strangers. He has never done this before.” I said, “It’s all right – I really like dogs.” The owner removed the dog and I heard him being ordered into the car. I was outside my downstairs flat, packing my own car, which was parked behind the dog owner’s car. The dog owner was finishing a visit to the upstairs flatters. I felt something on my leg. Looking down – the dog was back! Standing next to me with one front paw extended, resting on my leg. I was really baffled. His owner was calling him and he moved away for a second, then came back, rearing himself up on his hind legs, balancing himself with one front paw on my leg – and looked up into my eyes with a puzzled, slightly hurt expression. That was too much. I patted him. Really properly. I scratched his neck and everything – and he was ecstatic! He wagged his tail so hard and licked me as far as he could reach. Then his flustered owner appeared, grabbed him and shut him into her car, apologising profusely, “He has never done this before. I’m so sorry.” Out of the back window the dog was looking at me and I waved to him. He looked at me adoringly and wagged violently back.</p>
<p>Back at my car, packing it for an outing, I heard the dog owner and upstairs flat lady talking about it, bewildered about the dog’s behaviour. “<em>He has never been here before except for that time you went away when you first got him...</em>” The penny dropped.</p>
<p>All of a sudden memories flooded in and I flushed hotly with embarrassment. I had been out-polited by a dog!</p>
<p>A little over a year before, I had uprooted my life from Hamilton and moved to Auckland. The small downstairs flat had been available immediately and I started looking for a premises to open a café in. In the meantime I was taking a small business course and getting the requisite hygiene certificate and behind-the-scenes organising and planning necessary for such a venture. I was also doing voluntary work for the Sri Chinmoy Centre, flyering for their free meditation classes – sitting in on those same classes and even teaching some classes myself! As well as errands – like delivering Sri Chinmoy’s books to libraries all over Auckland, which helped me to orientate myself in the enormous metropolis that was my new home. (I had some terribly lost – but ultimately beneficial – experiences along the way!) At 2pm each day I would arrive back to my flat, prepare some lunch and a cuppa, and enjoy it sitting on the back step, having some peace.</p>
<p>One day shortly after arriving in Auckland, I sat on my step and heard a small mournful yodel. Upon investigation, it was a tiny puppy. Having no idea where it could’ve come from, I called it and it came over. After a hug and a small comforting suck on my fingers, it fell asleep in my arms. It was out cold for a full 20 minutes, then it awoke and made it’s stumbly way upstairs. Obviously the people in the flat upstairs had very recently acquired it – but in my eyes (having had a lot to do with puppies during my childhood) it was just a spot young (by maybe a week or two) to be removed from it’s mother. I thought nothing more of it until the next day when he came for a pat, a cuddle and another 20 minute nap in my arms. At exactly the same time every day for two weeks, that was the routine. And then he came no more. And I missed him. Fearing something had happened to him, I asked the upstairs flat. They had only been looking after him for a friend who had been called overseas suddenly, immediately after acquiring him. So that was it. I sent the puppy my love and goodwill in my prayers and that was that. Until now, over a year later, when the grown puppy had shown more courtesy than I had, and remembered me!</p>
<p>So again he was remembered in my prayers, only this time I felt more confidence in his future. As the polite and alert little gentleman he has turned out to be, he will go far.</p>
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<p>Return to: <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/toshala" title="The Homepage of Toshala Elliott">The Homepage of Toshala Elliott</a></p>
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<h4>Sport and Meditation</h4> <span class="item-span item-span-below">by <span>Sri Chinmoy</span></span>
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<h4>222 Meditation Techniques</h4> <span class="item-span item-span-below">by <span>Sri Chinmoy</span></span>
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<p>Als ich Schülerin von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> wurde, hatte ich schon sehr früh einen engen Bezug zu seiner Musik. Tatsächlich war es so, dass mir das Singen spiritueller Lieder viel leichter fiel als die stille Meditation. Ich war damals in Salzburg – der Stadt der Musik – und auch im Center waren viele Musiker. Das hat mich inspiriert nicht nur zu singen, sondern auch ein passendes Instrument für mich zu suchen.</p>
<p>Meine Wahl fiel dabei ursprünglich auf das indische Harmonium, ein Begleitinstrument mit Tastatur und Blasebalg (vereinfacht ausgedrückt), das ein wenig wie eine Orgel funktioniert und mit dem man verschiedene Grundtöne erzeugen kann.</p>
<p>Kurz bevor ich jedoch eines kaufen wollte, geschah etwas Lustiges. Ich war in einem anderen Centre zu Gast und eine meiner Freundinnen lieh mir ihr Harmonium, damit ich das gemeinschaftliche Singen mit begleiten konnte. Ich konnte schon einige Begleitakkorde und auch das Melodiespielen viel mir leicht. Nur an diesem Abend war es so, dass ich jedes mal aufschreckte, egal, was ich spielte. Es war ganz komisch. Ich spielte zwar die richtigen Noten, aber es klang immer schräg und gefiel mir gar nicht.</p>
<p>Ich fand nur eine einzige Antwort auf dieses seltsame Phänomen: Das scheint wohl doch nicht das richtige Instrument zu sein. Wie ich dann dazu kam, mich für ein Xylophon zu entscheiden, weiß ich nicht mehr so genau. Vielleicht waren meine Kindheitserinnerungen wieder wach. Ich habe lange Zeit im Schulorchester Xylophonbegleitung gespielt.</p>
<p>Jedenfalls fand ich mich ein paar Wochen später mit einer sehr musikalischen Freundin auf einer Musikmesse ein, um zu schauen, was es an Xylophonen gibt. Ursprünglich schwebte mir eines aus Palisander vor, das sind die, mit den Holzstäben. Aber beim Ausprobieren gefiel mir ein großes Altmetallophon mit hellem Klang am besten. Natürlich hatte ich teuer gewählt, es war ein Konzertxylophon und eigentlich war mein Budget sehr begrenzt. Schließlich hatte ich als Student kein regelmäßiges Einkommen.</p>
<p>Ich wusste aber auch, dass ich eine langfristige Investition tätige und es immer bereuen werde, wenn ich jetzt sparen würde. Und so kaufte ich es.</p>
<p>Es ist ein wunderbares Instrument und ich liebe es, mich in die Reinheit seines Klanges zu versenken. Ich staune immer noch, dass ich nach so vielen Jahren immer noch neue Klangvariationen kreieren kann und mir dieses Instrument nie zu langweilig wurde. Wenn es mir mal nicht so gut geht, ist Xylophon-Spielen die beste Medizin für mich.</p>
<p>Mein Xylophon ist mit mir schon viel gereist, vor allem auf den zahlreichen Touren mit meiner Musikgruppe Silence-Hearts. Sein Klang hat viele Menschen berührt und vor allem Kinder begeistert. Die kommen gern nach dem Konzert und dürfen natürlich mal selbst ausprobieren.</p>
<p>Leider ist es kein Instrument, das man einfach mal so in die Tasche steckt. Ich habe mir von einem Schreiner damals zwei Holzkisten machen lassen, damit es jeden Transport übersteht, aber damit füllt man oft bereits zwei Drittel eines Kofferraums. Zug fahren ist gänzlich unmöglich. Ich kann immer nur eine Box tragen und wenn man dann noch Gepäck dabei hat, geht das einfach nicht.</p>
<p>Oftmals muss ich höhere Kosten für ein Auto in Kauf nehmen, das groß genug ist, oder mir werden die Arme lang, wenn ich es von einem Parkplatz zu einem Konzertort trage. Das sind so die Momente, in denen ich mich frage, warum ich mir diesen Aufwand antue. Aber sobald der Klang meines Xylophons dann im Konzertsaal erklingt, weiß ich, dass es kein besseres Instrument für mich geben kann, und sein Zauber jeden Aufwand rechtfertigt.</p>
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<h2>Ich war idealistisch und wollte die Welt verändern</h2><div class="field-item"><div><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/abhilakshati/abhilakshati-dietl-1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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<p>Ende 1990 habe ich mich dafür entschieden, Schülerin von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> zu werden. Diese Entscheidung hat meinem Leben endlich den Sinn gegeben, den ich immer gesucht habe.</p>
<p>Ich war immer idealistisch und wollte die Welt verändern. Ich war daher stets nach außen gerichtet. Als leitende Funktionärin einer Jugendpartei hatte ich aber häufig die Erfahrung gemacht, wie wenig ich doch trotz einer angesehenen Position erreichen kann.</p>
<p>Es war ein großer Schritt für mich, mich nach innen zu richten anstatt ständig im Außen eine Veränderung herbei zu führen. Da ich stets im außen gesucht hatte, fiel es mir schwer mich auf mein Inneres zu konzentrieren. Aber ich war konsequent und legte kurz nach meiner Entscheidung für diesen Weg alle politischen Ämter nieder.</p>
<p>Ich habe diese radikale Änderung nie bereut. Meditation hat mein Leben seither unendlich bereichert. Ich spüre nicht nur einen Sinn, in dem was ich tue sondern habe auch entdeckt, wie ich wirklich bin.</p>
<p>Nein, ich bin keine Heilige und ich führe ein sehr normales Leben, in dem ich genau wie alle anderen Menschen, mit vielen Problemen – oder sagen wir lieber Herausforderungen – konfrontiert werde. Aber mit der Meditation und natürlich der Unterstützung durch meinen <a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org" title="Sri Chinmoys offizielle Webseite">Meister</a> habe ich ein effektives Werkzeug an die Hand bekommen, um mein Leben mit einer sehr optimistischen Haltung zu meistern.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-abhilakshati">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Meditation is the art of stilling the mind, and entering into the vastness and beauty that lies beyond it. When we can quiet our chattering mind, we can discover inside ourselves a source of joy, meaning, and lasting inner tranquility. In these courses, we introduce a wide variety of practical techniques to set you on the road in this amazing journey of self-discovery.</p>
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<p>The classes are offered free of charge at the request of our meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy, because we feel that self-discovery is the birthright of everyone and not a commodity to be bought or sold.</p>
<p><strong>At the moment we give classes in Galway on an occasional basis; to find out our next class, you can get in touch with us via our <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/contact_us">contact form</a>.</strong></p>
<p>During the courses we talk about many topics including:</p>
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<li>Concentration and breathing exercises</li>
<li>Meditation on the heart centre - the place where we feel the core of our being...</li>
<li>Mantras and mantric songs</li>
<li>Visualisations</li>
<li>Meditations to music</li>
<li>Practices you can introduce into your daily life to help expand your consciousness and awareness.</li>
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<p>We look forward to seeing you there!</p>
<p>We also give classes in <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/meditationandyoga">Dublin</a> and <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/cork">Cork...</a></p>
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<p>Meditation opens up a world of possibilities - enabling self-discovery, bringing more meaning to life and helping you to find inner peace. In these courses, we introduce a wide variety of practical techniques to set you on the road to meditating effectively.</p>
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<p>We give the classes free of charge at the request of our meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy, in the belief that self-discovery is our birthright and not a commodity to be bought or sold.</p>
<p><strong>At the moment we give classes in Cork on an occasional basis; to find out our next class, you can get in touch with us via our <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/contact_us">contact form</a>.</strong></p>
<p>During the courses we talk about many topics including:</p>
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<li>Concentration and breathing exercises</li>
<li>Meditation on the heart centre - the place where we feel the core of our being...</li>
<li>Mantras and mantric songs</li>
<li>Visualisations</li>
<li>Meditations to music</li>
<li>Practices you can introduce into your daily life to help expand your consciousness and awareness.</li>
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<p>We look forward to seeing you there!</p>
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<h2>The Overlaugh Poem</h2><div class="field-item"><p>This is a True, Absolutely 100% Real Life Poem of something that actually happened to Toshala on Meditation Night. (Don’t try this at home).</p>
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The Overlaugh Poem
Those who have a tendency to overlaugh
Just cannot cut their laughs in half.
In some situations requiring propriety
They are inclined to react with insobriety.
For instance, just the other day
Meditation started in the usual way.
All was fine and dandy (everyone thinks)
When Nick grabbed the chance for forty winks!
He gave a snore as loud as a bell
And then he fell off his seat as well!
For a funny situation it was hard to top
And personally I thought I would pop
For a laugh was inside, growing bigger and bigger
And around me people were starting to snigger.
Jogyata laughed, just once, and then said, “Ahem”
And we all followed his example – but then
It was over for everyone else but me!
And I was still writhing around in glee!
I was there with my eyes streaming with mirth
Bottling a snort for all I was worth.
My mind then came up to have a play,
Remembering all the funny things that happened that day.
And worse still it went off to seek
For the memories of all laughs that happened that week!
I cast around wildly, looking for Grace
And my eyes lit upon Simahin’s face!
His visage was outlandish yet oddly serene
(Those who’ve seen Simahin know what I mean).
I kept it together for a brief little bit
Then pretended to have a coughing fit.
Sincerely I fought to keep mirth at bay,
Composure, I could tell, was far away.
Thankfully, luckily before worse came to worst
(Before my laugh bubble irrevocably burst)
I thought of Subarata and my mirth suddenly waned,
The bubble dispersed and Peace Finally Reigned.
– Toshala.
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<p><strong>Return to:</strong> <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/toshala">The Homepage of Toshala Elliott</a></p>
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<h3>New classes beginning every month...</h3>
<p><strong>Topics covered in our meditation classes:</strong></p>
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<li>Meditation on the heart centre - that space in the middle of your chest where you feel a sense of 'self'...</li>
<li>How to meditate effectively in today's busy world.</li>
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<p>All our events are offered to the public free of charge by members of the Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre at the request of our meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy, in the belief that self-discovery is our birthright and not a commodity to be bought or sold. </p>
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<p>Very insightful, well-taught classes. I find the group meditation to be very supportive as opposed to individual meditation<em> </em><em>- Niall, Dublin</em></p>
<p>A very good introduction in what meditation is all about. Explained in a very informative way and always open to questions/answers. Helpful books and music available to purchase to put you on the right road. Well done. <em>- Christine, Kilmainham</em></p>
<p>I particularly enjoyed the group's meditative music session! <em>- Ron, Tallaght</em></p>
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<p><strong>We give classes in various venues throughout Dublin - for dates and venues of our next course, please get call 085 1450880</strong></p>
<p>We also give occasional classes in <a href="/meditation/cork">Cork</a> and <a href="/meditation/galway">Galway.</a></p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy — Inspiration behind My Photography</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A Photographer’s Personal Perspective - by Prashputita A. Greco</p>
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<p>Source of my inspiration, and provider of encouragement to continue and transcend my previous best efforts, my meditation teacher, Sri Chinmoy, suddenly left this earth-plane to enjoy a well-deserved rest after a lifetime of ceaseless self-giving in the pursuit of serving the world and helping create a better life for all. An extremely difficult photographic subject — with enormous variation of expressions in a matter of an instant, and dynamic speed in all of his movements and actions, as well as huge diversity of activities under photographically challenging conditions — Sri Chinmoy gave me the challenge and the impetus to continue studying photography and bettering my previous results. Sri Chinmoy also provided specific directions to me in improving my work, whether it was the intense photojournalistic assignments, or the meditative journeys into landscapes and nature.</p>
<p>From the first time I met Sri Chinmoy, he encouraged my photographic efforts. Sri Chinmoy used to affectionately refer to me as: “The boy who takes pictures.”.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy was resident in the Sri Aurobindo ashram (Pondicherry, South India) when Henri Cartier-Bresson went there on assignment with the Magnum Photos Agency. Sri Chinmoy once recounted that: “He [Henri Cartier-Bresson] was so discreet: you never knew when he was taking a picture.” (He would keep his camera hidden behind a white handkerchief until the last possible moment). I count myself as very fortunate and blessed to have been a meditation student of Sri Chinmoy the past 21 years of my 47 years on earth. Responsibility and pressure came with the role of being one of the official photographers during Sri Chinmoy’s non-stop stream of activities, in New York and many other countries of the world. Yet, this was a tremendous privilege for me, and a boon, because it forced me to further advance myself, and my photographic capacities, skills and awareness.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy read all my published articles in Australian Photography magazine. A few years ago, in reference to my published views on digital cameras, with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin, he suddenly turned to me in a quiet moment during an intensely hectic day, and said: “You take the nicest pictures with the oldest cameras: no digital!”.</p>
<p>His lifetime of achievements is incomprehensible to the mind. I shall remain eternally grateful for the blessingful opportunities which were given me in helping to document some of this remarkable human being’s activities and accomplishments. It was necessary to be on my best behaviour, particularly at the large functions, especially when VIPs, and dignitaries or even Royalty were in attendance! Even more, in my becoming a better person, I also became a better photographer.</p>
<p>While I have the gift of life, I intend to make the most of it, in every possible way. This includes doing all that I can in pursuing this hobby (avocation?) of photography, which — for me — serves not only as a metaphor for life, but also as a way of enriching and improving life, and furthering myself. In praise of the digital revolution, this has made photography easier and more accessible for many people, with arguably greater options to express themselves and their creativity. Although the “perfect picture” might never be obtained, it is the striving towards that goal, and bettering your previous best, which gives joy and fulfilment.</p>
<p>Experiences in life have taught me not to take anything or anyone for granted, not to be surprised by anything which happens, and also to follow my inner urges. Why it is necessary to do certain things when they don’t seem logical at the time may only become apparent many years later. Thankfully, I had given my utmost effort in discharging my duties as a photographer during the functions and celebrations for Sri Chinmoy’s birthday in August of 2007, which have turned out to be his last. I felt happy with my endeavours, and Sri Chinmoy kept saying nice things about my work, both to myself, and the distinguished guests. I also remembered to take RAW images as well as the fast-production JPEGs. There had been a vague feeling, sometimes surfacing into my awareness, that I wouldn’t have the opportunity in future to be taking any more of these photos.</p>
<p>Over 1600 books of Sri Chinmoy’s poems, essays, talks, lectures, stories and plays have been published. In the last published book of poems, made available for sale just the night before he left the mortal coil the next morning, the final poem reads: “My physical death is not the end of my life — I am an eternal journey.”. To learn more, see <a href="http://www.SriChinmoy.org">www.SriChinmoy.org</a>. Some of my pictures of Sri Chinmoy are at <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/prashphutita">http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/prashphutita</a></p>
<p>One of my favourite images of Sri Chinmoy (below) was taken August 1996 on a crowded ferry headed for the Statue of Liberty. I particularly like the confluence of sky, land, and water, as well as the meditative mood, which is one of the many aspects of Sri Chinmoy which I most wish to remember him for.</p>
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<h2>Concentration Exercises</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p><strong>From the writings of meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy</strong> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_9l8farp" title="Excerpt from Meditation: Humanity&#39;s Race And Divinity&#39;s Grace, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote1_9l8farp">1</a></p>
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<p>Please try this exercise to develop concentration. In Sanskrit it is called <em>tratak,</em> which means &#39;gazing&#39;. First wash your eyes properly with cold water, not warm water or hot water. Then make a very small circle on the wall at your own eye-level, and inside it make a dot. It should be black, not blue or red or any other colour.</p>
<p>Then stand facing a wall. There should be a distance of about three and a half feet between you and the wall. Focus your attention on the circle with your eyes relaxed and half open. The force of your concentration should come from the middle of your forehead. After three or four minutes, open your eyes fully, and then try to feel that your eyes have covered your whole body. Feel that from head to foot you are all eyes. Your whole physical existence has become nothing but vision.</p>
<p>Then please concentrate on the dot inside the circle. Then you have to start making the object of your concentration smaller. After a few seconds try to feel that your whole body has become as tiny as this dot on the wall. Try to feel that the dot is another part of your own existence. Then you will enter into the dot, pierce through it and go to the other side of the dot. From the other side, you have to look back and see your own body. Your physical body is on one side, but on the strength of your concentration you have sent your subtle body through the point of concentration into the object. Your subtle body is now on the other side. Through your subtle body you see your physical body and through your physical body you see your subtle body.</p>
<p>When you began to concentrate, the existence in your physical body became all vision. At that time the dot was your reality. When you entered into the dot, then vision and reality become totally one. You are the vision and you yourself are the reality. When you look back at yourself from the dot, the process becomes reversed. Now you are the vision there, and the place to which you are returning is your reality At this time, again the vision and the reality become one. When you can see it in this way, your concentration is absolutely perfect.</p>
<p>If you can concentrate and go to the other side of the point you were calling reality, your whole existence will be far beyond the vision and the reality. The moment you can feel that you have transcended your vision and your reality, you have boundless power. You will be able to use this power of concentration for your spiritual life, for your intellectual life, while working, while cooking, while doing anything.</p>
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<p>The Sri Chinmoy Centre offers free introductory meditation classes to the general public; over the past twenty years, thousands of people have come to our classes and learned how to still their minds and center themselves through meditation.</p>
<p>We regularly give <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/meditationandyoga" title="Meditation - Touch the Infinite">free introductory courses in Dublin</a>, and now and then in <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/cork">Cork</a> and <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/galway">Galway.</a> If you can't get to those classes,  it still might be worth getting in touch with us on our contact form, as we can definitely travel if there are enough people to hold a class. </p>
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<a href="#whatis">What is meditation?</a><br/>
<a href="#begin">How do I start?</a><br/>
<a href="#environment">Creating the right environment</a> <a href="#proper"> How to know if you are meditating well</a><br/>
<a href="#inspiration">Keeping your inspiration</a></li>
<li>Simple exercises<a href="#mind">  Purifying the mind</a>   •  <a href="#breathing">Breathing Exercises</a></li>
<li>Meditation resources: <a href="#mantras">Mantras</a>  •   <a href="#music">Meditation music</a> </li>
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<h2>Questions on Meditation</h2>
<p><strong>Frequently asked questions on meditation, answered by Sri Chinmoy.</strong></p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy: </em>Meditation means conscious self-expansion. Meditation means one's conscious awareness of the transcendental Reality. Meditation means the recognition or the discovery of one's own true self. It is through meditation that we transcend limitation, bondage and imperfection. First we face limitations, imperfections and bondage, then we transform them, and afterwards we transcend them.</p>
<p>True meditation can never be done with the mind. Very often we make a mistake when we say that we are meditating in the mind and utilising the mind. Real meditation is done in the psychic being and in the soul. It goes hand in hand with flaming aspiration, the burning flame that wants to climb up to the Highest.</p>
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<p><em><a name="begin" id="begin"></a>Question: How do I begin meditation?</em></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> First of all, you have to study a few spiritual books to get inspiration. These should be written by real spiritual Masters and not by fake spiritual teachers or by aspirants who are still on the path and have not yet attained illumination. Spiritual books and scriptures will tell you how to physically and mentally discipline your life to some extent. You can take the help of these books for a few days or a few months.</p>
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<p>Then you will realise that your book-knowledge of meditation is not enough. You will want to have the solid experience of genuine meditation. Now, each person has to have a meditation of his own. If you want to go to the end of the road and reach your inner Goal, then you should have the true meditation of your soul. This meditation will help you reach the destined Goal. You will need a spiritual teacher, a Master who can give you a meditation according to your soul's qualities. The Master can tell the seeker inwardly about his meditation by asking the soul to come to the fore and telling him through his soul how to meditate, or the Master can tell him personally when he sees him. If a spiritual Master gives a meditation, then that meditation is undoubtedly the best that the aspirant can ever have.</p>
<p>If you don't have a Master, you should go deep within and get your meditation from the inmost recesses of your heart. The meditation that gives you immediate joy or continuous joy is the best meditation for you. Everyone will not have the same meditation. Your meditation will not suit me, my meditation will not suit you. You like a certain food, I don't like it. You are right in your own way I am right in my own way. But once you know what your best meditation is, please stick to it. In your mind or in your aspiring being, try to formulate a few meditations. Today you can try one way of meditation, then you can try another way of meditation tomorrow. If you have seven types of meditation, you can try one each day. At the end of one week the one that has given you most satisfaction or abiding joy is your best meditation.</p>
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<p>I always recommend that one should practise concentration; otherwise, meditation will never be fruitful. When we sit for meditation, millions of thoughts and ideas will enter into our mind and disturb us. We should practise concentration for a couple of minutes and then enter into meditation. For some seekers who have been practising concentration and meditation for a long time, concentration is no longer necessary; they can immediately enter into meditation. To have a calm and quiet mind is not easy. It is most difficult. It can be done only by the Grace of God and through the most sincere aspiration. If one has inner cry and if God's Grace descends, then only can proper meditation be practised and achieved. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_wb218mo" title="Excerpt from Meditation: God Speaks And I Listen, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote1_wb218mo">1</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="environment" id="environment"></a>Question: As far as physical surroundings are concerned, where is the best place to meditate?</em></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy: </em>We have to be sensible when we choose a place to meditate. If we try to meditate in the street, a car will come and run us over. If we decide to meditate in the kitchen, what kind of meditation will we have there? There will be all kinds of noise, activity and smells to disturb us. Instead of meditating on God we will meditate on food.</p>
<p>We will get the best result from our meditation if we have a shrine in some quiet corner of our living room or bedroom. But while we are seated before our shrine, if we do not feel an inner shrine within our heart, we will not have a satisfactory meditation. Wherever we meditate, we must enter into the heart where we can see and feel the living shrine of the Supreme. At our inner shrine, it is all safety, all protection. We are guarded by divine forces there. If we can meditate at this inner shrine, we are bound to make the fastest progress, because there we will meet with no opposition. In the mind there is a constant battle raging. The mind is like Times Square on New Year's Eve; the heart is like a lonely cave in the Himalayas.</p>
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<p><em>Sri Chinmoy: </em>There are some people who say that it is not necessary to have flowers around us when we meditate. They say, "The flower is inside, the thousand-petalled lotus is inside." But this physical flower reminds us of purity, of divinity. When we look at the flower, we get a little inspiration. If we do not have any inspiration, we will not get up to pray and meditate. We will simply make friends with sleep. But the colour of a flower, its fragrance, its pure consciousness immediately give us a little inspiration. From inspiration we get aspiration, and from aspiration we get realisation.</p>
<p>It is the same with the flame from a candle. This will not in itself give us aspiration; it is the inner flame that will give us aspiration. But when we see the outer flame, then immediately we feel that the flame in our inner being is being kindled and is climbing high, higher, highest. And when we smell the scent of incense, we get perhaps only a little inspiration, a little purification, but this inspiration and purification can be added to our inner treasure. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_nap2jz0" title="Excerpt from Meditation: Humanity's Race And Divinity's Grace, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote2_nap2jz0">2</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="proper" id="proper"></a>Question: How do we tell if we are meditating properly and not having a mental hallucination?</em></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> If you are meditating properly you will get joy, inner joy. It is not a self-complacent feeling, but a spontaneous inner joy. Nobody has given you good news, nobody has brought you any gift, nobody has appreciated or admired you, nobody has done anything for you. But you are getting inner joy, an inner feeling of delight. If this happens, then easily you can know that you are meditating properly.</p>
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<p>If it is a real meditation, a sublime meditation, then you are bound to feel peace within and without. But if it is mental hallucination, you will feel that peace is within and restlessness is without. You are yearning for Peace, Light and Bliss, but outwardly you feel a volcanic turbulence. But if it is a soulful meditation, you will feel inner joy: you will feel your eternal existence. You are of Eternity and for Eternity. This conception of your own eternal reality you cannot get from mental hallucination.</p>
<p>Everything depends on your sincerity. All sincere efforts will eventually be crowned with success. You are aiming at the highest Reality, but are you sincere? It is your sincerity that ultimately determines your success and progress. If a seeker has conscious and constant sincerity, then he is bound to have a most soulful, sublime meditation. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_1q34qsf" title="excerpt from The Meditation World by Sri Chinmoy" href="#footnote3_1q34qsf">3</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="inspiration" id="inspiration"></a>Question: Sometimes I don't have the inspiration to meditate. How can I create it again?</em></p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy: Think of the time when you had your highest meditation, three months ago, or yesterday, or this very morning. Just imagine it, and try to enter into it. After a while, imagination will grow into reality, and you will enter into deep meditation.</p>
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<p><em>Question: I was really inspired to meditate for five or six days, and then I woke up one morning and did not have the feeling that I wanted to practice my meditation. What can I do to spark myself without having to force things?</em></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> You said that for five or six days your aspiration lasts, then it disappears, and even if you try to meditate it does not come. But continue! Sometimes you don't feel like eating, but you know that the body needs food. So you still eat every day. It is a natural habit, the body's demand. So even if you cannot meditate properly or have your best meditation every day, you should not be worried.</p>
<p>In order to maintain the same level of meditation, you have to be very spiritually advanced. I am not throwing cold water on you; far from it. I wish to say that in the beginning you should be happy if just at times you get very good, very high, sublime meditation. When you don't have a good meditation, don't allow yourself to become a victim to frustration. If you get frustrated, you are losing your capacity to an even greater extent. Then on the following day, at that time also, it will be impossible for you to meditate deeply.</p>
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<p>If you don't have a good meditation today, then try to forget about it. Tomorrow if you have a meditation that is a little better, try to remember it. The past is dust. The past has not given you realisation; that's why you are still praying and meditating. So why should you think of the past? You have to forget all that did not inspire you or encourage you to go farther. So if today's meditation does not inspire you or has not given you most satisfactory results, try to forget it altogether. You have aspiration and then you lose it. Then you cry for it, but you may not get the same aspiration back again. But here you have to realise that you are not an expert in meditation. Now your meditation is at the mercy of your inspiration or aspiration. When you are inspired, you have aspiration and you are ready to meditate. But this aspiration, this inner urge, will last only for a day or a few weeks and then it disappears. But when you become an expert, meditation will be at your command.</p>
<p>How can we become expert in anything? If we want to be a singer or a poet or a dancer, we have to practise daily. It is the same with meditation. When we practise meditation daily, there comes a time when it becomes spontaneous. If we regularly meditate once or twice a day, then we develop a kind of inner habit. Eating every day is an outer habit. If we did not eat, we could not exist on earth. Similarly, if we do not feed the soul, our inner being, every day, then the soul or the aspirant in us starves. And what happens then? We cannot reveal, we cannot manifest our own divinity.</p>
<p>If you meditate regularly for five months, six months, or a year or two, then automatically meditation will become spontaneous and natural. After a while, at such and such an hour, you will feel compelled to meditate. You will feel that meditation is your soul's necessity and the inner urge to meditate will never be able to leave you. It will always inspire you and energise you. Early every morning when it is time for your meditation, your inner being will come and knock at your heart's door. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_gl1u8ck" title="Excerpts from Meditation: God's Blessing-Assurance by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote4_gl1u8ck">4</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="mind" id="mind"></a>Question: </em>How can I purify my mind so that I can have a good meditation?</p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> In your case, the best thing to do is to feel every day for a few minutes that you have no mind. Say, "I have no mind, I have no mind. What I have is the heart." Then after some time, say, "No, I don't have the heart. What I have is the soul."</p>
<p>When you say, "I have no mind", this does not mean that you are becoming an animal again. Far from it. You are only saying, "I don't care for this mind, which is bringing me so much impurity and torturing me so much." When you say, "I have the heart", you feel that the heart has some purity. But when you say, "I have the soul", you are flooded with purity. Then, after some time, you have to go deeper and farther and not only say, "I have the soul", but also "I am the soul." The moment you say, "I am the soul", and you meditate on this truth, at that time your soul's infinite purity will come up and enter into the heart. Then from the heart, the infinite purity will enter into the mind. In this way you will purify your mind and your heart and you will have a wonderful meditation every day. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref5_zetrqcw" title="Excerpt from Meditation: God's Blessing-Assurance by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote5_zetrqcw">5</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="breathing" id="breathing"></a>Question: Would you speak a little about proper breathing in meditation?</em></p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy: If you are a beginner and want to breathe correctly, you should sit with your spinal cord erect. Now, while breathing, you have to think first of purity. Another thing can be done to further develop this sense of purity in the breath. For a few minutes, try to imagine a flower or a candle flame or incense - something that represents purity - right in front of your nose. This will automatically give you a sense of purity and convince the physical mind. When you breathe in, if you feel consciously or unconsciously that the breath is coming directly from God, from Purity itself, then the breath can be purified. When you breathe in, try to breathe in as slowly and quietly as possible, so that if somebody placed a tiny thread in front of your nose, it would not move at all. And when you breathe out, try to breathe out even more slowly than when you breathed in. If possible, leave a short pause between the end of your exhalation and the beginning of your inhalation. If you can, hold your breath for a few seconds. But if it is difficult, do not do it. Never do anything that will harm your organs or respiratory system.</p>
<p>Each time you breathe in, try to feel that you are bringing into your body Peace, infinite Peace. Now what is the opposite of Peace? Restlessness. When you breathe out, please try to feel that you are expelling the restlessness of your inner and outer body, and the restlessness that you see all around you. When you breathe this way, you will find restlessness leaving you. After practising this a few times, please try to feel that you are breathing in Strength and Power from the universe, the cosmos. And when you exhale, try to expel your fear. When you breathe out, all your fear will come out of your body. After doing this a few times, try to feel that what you are breathing in is Joy, infinite joy, and what you are breathing out is sorrow, suffering and melancholy.</p>
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<p>Another thing you can try when you breathe in is to feel that you are breathing in not air, but cosmic energy. Feel that tremendous cosmic energy is entering into you with each breath, and that you are going to use it to purify yourself: your body, vital, mind and heart. Feel that there is not a single place in your body that has not been occupied by the flow of cosmic energy. It is flowing like a river inside you. When you feel that your whole being has been washed or purified by the cosmic energy, then feel that you are breathing out all the rubbish inside you, all the undivine thoughts, impure actions, obscure ideas. Anything inside your system that you call undivine, anything that you do not want to claim as your own, feel that you are exhaling it.</p>
<p>This is not the traditional yogic Pranayama, which is more complicated and systematised. But what I have just told you is the most effective spiritual method of breathing. If you practise this method of breathing, you will soon see that what you are doing is not imagination; it is reality. In the beginning you have to use your imagination, but after a while you will see and feel that it is not imagination at all, but reality. You are consciously breathing in the energy which is flowing all around you in the cosmos, purifying yourself, and emptying yourself of everything undivine. But this breathing has to be done in a very conscious way, not in a mechanical way. If you can breathe this way for five minutes every day, you will be able to make very fast progress.</p>
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<p>When you reach a more advanced stage, when you breathe do not feel that your breath is coming and going only through your nose. Feel that you are breathing in through your heart, through your eyes, through your nose, through your pores. Now you are limited to breathing only through the nose or the mouth, but a time will come when you will know that any part of the body can breathe. Spiritual Masters can breathe even with their nose and mouth closed. When you have perfected this spiritual breathing, you will feel that all your impurity and ignorance is gone. What has come to replace your ignorance and your imperfection is God's Light, God's Peace and God's Power. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref6_wh30u15" title="Excerpt from Meditation: Humanity's Race And Divinity's Grace, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy" href="#footnote6_wh30u15">6</a></p>
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<p>A selection of mantras that are especially suitable for beginners.<br/>
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<h2><a name="music" id="music"></a>Meditation music - free to download</h2>
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<h3>Sri Chinmoy's songs and music</h3>
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<p><strong>Flute:</strong> A popular and accessible accompaniment to meditation. <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/the-life-river-flute-music-by-sri-chinmoy/">more »</a></p>
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<p><strong>Esraj:</strong> This north Indian instrument was Sri Chinmoy's favourite. <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/my-hearts-silence-river/">more »</a></p>
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<h3>Arrangements by Sri Chinmoy's students</h3>
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<h3>Meditation video</h3>
<p>Meditative aphorisms from Sri Chinmoy's book <em>The Jewels of Happiness</em>. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref7_e38bhy4" title="Video source: Sri Chinmoy TV" href="#footnote7_e38bhy4">7</a></p>
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<p>Some wonderful resources on beginning and maintaining a meditation practice can be found on the main <a href="/meditation">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> site.</p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_wb218mo"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_wb218mo">1.</a> Excerpt from Meditation: God Speaks And I Listen, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_nap2jz0"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_nap2jz0">2.</a> Excerpt from Meditation: Humanity's Race And Divinity's Grace, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_1q34qsf"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_1q34qsf">3.</a> excerpt from <em>The Meditation World </em>by Sri Chinmoy</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_gl1u8ck"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_gl1u8ck">4.</a> Excerpts from Meditation: God's Blessing-Assurance by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote5_zetrqcw"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref5_zetrqcw">5.</a> Excerpt from Meditation: God's Blessing-Assurance by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote6_wh30u15"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref6_wh30u15">6.</a> Excerpt from Meditation: Humanity's Race And Divinity's Grace, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote7_e38bhy4"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref7_e38bhy4">7.</a> Video source: <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.tv/5126/inspirational-aphorism-cards/">Sri Chinmoy TV</a></li>
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<h2>Visiting Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In April, August and November each year, Sri Chinmoy would invite his students from all around the world to visit him in New York. For his students, these visits were an important chance to 'recharge the batteries', to surcharge themselves with inner peace and strength in order to face the challenges of life once more. Sri Chinmoy's passing in 2007 means we can no longer travel to see the Master in person, yet we still make the visit every April and August, as well as to mark the October anniversary of his passing. </p>
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<p>New York for most is the capital of noise, bustle and clamour - not a place where one would expect to go to to find stillness and spiritual nourishment. Fortunately for us, most of the activities take place in the quiet Queens suburb of Jamaica Hills. The area is populated with quite a few enterprises run by students of <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> and the whole area exudes tranquillity as you walk around it; many who visit find themselves very reluctant to leave this area.</p>
<p>To cater for the increasing number of students who visit him from abroad, the meditation functions take place in a converted tennis court that was named 'Aspiration-Ground' by Sri Chinmoy, and which can now seat over 1,000 people. To many, the words 'meditation function' bring to mind rows of people in silence for hours on end, or lengthy discourses on some painfully obscure aspect of yoga - but you soon quickly come to learn that in these functions the only thing you can expect is the unexpected! To foster a sense of dynamism and flexibility in his students, Sri Chinmoy constantly varied the programme - in addition to silent meditation, we could have singing, musical performances, plays, improvisations, comedy, inspiring anecdotes - everyone is encouraged to take part at some point; spiritual progress can be made just as much in wholehearted participation as in silence. We often recieve well-known guests and visitors from the sporting, entertainment and artistic worlds, and Sri Chinmoy would inspire them with new energy and enthusiasm, sometimes by composing songs in praise of the recipient and other songs using inspiring quotes by the recipient for the words.</p>
<p>Singing performances form a large part of the programme. In general, every country gets the chance to perform at least once during the time they are there, and there are also many other singing groups with participants from  all countries.</p>
<p>Walking around the neighbourhood, you are almost certain to bump into students out <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/fitness">running</a>; the trip gives many people the opportunity to continue their training programme, or get back into a running habit that slid away due to other pressures at home. Every Saturday morning there is a 2-mile race, and sometimes Sri Chinmoy would come to hand out prizes and give a prayer fitting to that day's race.  Sri Chinmoy also encouraged those of his students who are fit to attempt the yearly Self-Transcendence Marathon, which is held in upstate New York during the August trip.</p>
<p>I have only highlighted here the more consistent features in what goes on; the truth is you could step off the plane and find yourself doing absolutely anything, from helping with humanitarian aid to being part of a team assembling the world's largest flower bouquet! There's even a circus! Sri Chinmoy usually gave us all of two days notice (if we're lucky) to get a circus act together, and it is a thoroughly enjoyable challenge to find and perfect an act in such a short space of time.</p>
<p>The one focal point amidst all these activities is Sri Chinmoy himself. Spirituality is not something that can be taught in a classroom, or through mental concepts. By far the most effective way of assimilating spiritual wisdom is to be near, and to meditate with someone who has attained inner meditative height, and who can let that consciousness flow into all his outer dealings with the world, so that every action of his becomes an example. A suitable analogy might be that of a child learning to walk - the child learns from seeing his parents walking; you don't have to give him lots of medical journals on leg muscle movements. With every visit, my perception of my teacher's realisation expands and deepens, along with my resolve to not rest on my current achievements, to go forward until the day I reach that state myself.  It is obviously a different experience now that Sri Chinmoy is no longer physically here, but if anything, many of us find the inner encouragement and guidance we receive in Aspiration-Ground to be even stronger than before.</p>
<p>The days pass by all too quickly, and youre usually up to something right up to the moment you step into the taxi to catch the plane home...In the weeks that follow, as we do our best to share a little of the sunshine we have received in a sometimes hard and unforgiving world, we will think of these inspiring times often.</p>
<h3>Related:</h3>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata Dallas</a>, a long-time student of Sri Chinmoy's from New Zealand, has written very eloquently on this topic in an article describing his August 2004 trip, in which he also decribes his marathon experience. Click <a href="/Members/jogyata/notes">here</a> for the full text.......</p>
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<p>Many students of Sri Chinmoy enhance their morning meditation by singing a few of the vast number songs he has composed over the years, and they find that soulful singing can sometimes quiet a restless mind at times where silent meditation has not succeeded.  Many of the larger Sri Chinmoy Centres have singing groups accompanied by instruments that record CD's and perform concerts in their own countries and internationally.</p>
<h2>A mantric song</h2>
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<p>You have to feel that work, if you do it devotedly, is the prayer of the body. The body's prayer is necessary, absolutely necessary, to please God. As the heart prays, so also must the mind, the vital and the body pray. When we say that the body has to pray, we have to know that this prayer is done through selfless service"</p>
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<h2>Enterprises</h2>
<p>Some students of Sri Chinmoy have set up enterprises such as shops, cafes and laundromats, a typical example being the <a href="uk/lifestyle/enterprises/randb">'Run and Become'</a> running store in Edinburgh which Sri Chinmoy is pictured visiting. They are places students can work together in a meditative atmosphere, as well as oases where members of the general public can find respite from the bustle of the city.</p>
<h2>Selfless service </h2>
<p>In addition to their normal jobs, many students of Sri Chinmoy are inspired to give their time selflessly participating in one pof the many different projects organised by the Centre; for example, holding a meditation class or organising humanitarian assistance Such service provides a tremendous opportunity for inner growth, provided it is performed with the right attitude:</p>
<p>"We have to feel that we are all members of the same family and the rest of the world is ours. When the attitude of helping others comes into the picture, immediately we feel that we are superior and we become proud. We have to take the attitude that we are serving others. If we are in an ordinary consciousness, we may feel that serving others means that we are inferior to them. But if we remain in a divine consciousness, we feel that in serving others we are getting a golden opportunity to serve the Supreme, the Inner Pilot who is inside us and inside them. The question of superiority and inferiority does not arise at all."</p>
<p>However, Sri Chinmoy stresses the importance of first acquiring the inner capacity to serve others through prayer and meditation:</p>
<p>"In order to serve God in man and man in God, the first thing we have to do is pray and meditate. Inside our meditation we will find the divine Message or Command, and we will also see how this Command can be executed. If we discard prayer and meditation and try to become philanthropists or world-lovers, we will be making a deplorable mistake. We will become like a human body without a backbone. First we have to become a God-lover, and then see humanity inside God. If through our meditation we can see God and feel His Presence, then naturally we shall care for mankind. God is like the root of the cosmic Tree. If we want to water the leaves and fruits, it is impossible; we have to water the base of the tree, the root. That is to say, it is only by serving and fulfilling God first that we shall be able to serve and fulfil mankind."</p></div></div>
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<h2>Our Centre</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre is more than just a meditation space for its members; it also provides an opportunity for us to bring a meditative awareness into everything that we do.</p>
<p>Unlike the sages of the ancient past who chose to meditate secluded away from the world, Sri Chinmoy's philosophy sees meditation as a way of accepting the world around us. We may not be able to meditate 24 hours a day, but we can keep the inner peace and sense of purpose gained through our morning meditation alive during the day.</p>
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The cornerstone of Sri Chinmoy's path is our daily meditation. Meditation is most important because it means that at least once a day, we are in touch with our soul, the very core of our being.
<p>We meditate every day individually – and often twice or 3 times a day – and meet together twice a week for group meditations at our respective Centres. This process allows us to grow into our true selves and discover our real purpose in life.</p>
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<p>You can read more in our <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/meditation">meditation</a> section, which included information on our free meditation classes and a meditation Q&amp;A section. Sri Chinmoy also wrote over 1,500 books covering all aspects of the search for the true self, which serve as an invaluable guide for his students on the meditation journey.</p>
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<h3>Songs of the Soul</h3>
<p>Sri Chinmoy felt that after meditation, soulful music is the next most effective way to go into the heart and get in touch with your deeper nature. There are many music-lovers in the Dublin Centre, and at our Centre meditations usually take place with some of Sri Chinmoy's music playing - it takes much of the 'effort' out of meditating when one can just listen to such soulful music with the heart. </p>
<p>The songs we sing are mostly selected from the more than 20,000 songs Sri Chinmoy composed from the depths of his meditation. Such music resonates readily with the soul, making it an easy and joyful way to enter into a meditation.</p>
<p>Many students of Sri Chinmoy enhance their morning meditation by singing a few of the vast number songs he has composed over the years, and they find that soulful singing can sometimes quiet a restless mind at times where silent meditation has not succeeded. Such songs can be used to lift us out of states of depression, loneliness, insecurity and all the other limitations that bind us. They can also help expand our higher more illumined feelings of gratitude, divine love and inner peace. Many Sri Chinmoy Centres have singing groups accompanied by instruments that record albums and perform concerts in their own countries and internationally.</p>
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<p>There are many exceptional musicians on Sri Chinmoy's path, and you can listen to and download music fom Sri Chinmoy and his students on <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/">Radio Sri Chinmoy</a>.</p>
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In our quest to progress in meditation, we try to keep in good shape, as a healthy body can be of considerable help in making meditative progress. We are all <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/eating">vegetarian</a>, and also we try to keep ourselves fit to in order to keep the body energetic and free from lethargy. 
<p>In addition, sports also provides an opportunity to overcome our limited perceptions of what we are capable of, and expand our horizons further and further. Over the years, Sri Chinmoy vividly demonstrated this to us through his remarkable achievements in running and weightlifting, and some of his students have, through their athletic achievements, provided powerful proof of how the inner life can expand our belief in what is possible in the outer life.</p>
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<p>However, the goal for all of us, elite or beginner, is progress rather than success - in performing any activity we try only to better our previous achievements, competing against ourselves rather than against others. People of all ages and capacities participate in races organised by the Sri Chinmoy Centre in the knowledge that everyone is only out to have fun and challenge themselves.</p>
<p>The Dublin Centre holds a 2-mile timed run on most Saturday mornings, and members of the public are most welcome to participate. <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/contact_us">Get in touch with us</a> to participate...</p>
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<h3>The power of giving</h3>
<p>One of the beautiful things about meditation is that, with increased self-awareness, one begins to realise that you are only truly satisfied when you are trying to make other people happy. When we give of ourselves, our heart expands, and we feel something of the deep and beautiful interconnectedness we share with our fellow inhabitants on this earth. Sri Chinmoy asked his students to spend at least some time every day doing something that is not just for oneself, and this "selfless service" can take many forms, such as offering free meditation classes, organising athletic events for the general public, or organising deliveries of humanitarian aid. This kind of service allows us to see how the inner peace and happiness derived from daily meditation can flow naturally to the world around us through our own poise, a smile and a few kind words.</p>
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<p>In many places around the world, some of Sri Chinmoy's students have come together to set up a little <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/service">enterprise</a>, such as a coffee shop, a music store or a restauraunt. As well as being a space where people can work in a meditative atmosphere, they also offer members of the general public an oasis of calm where they can take some time away from the busy world.</p>
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<h2>A meditative community</h2>
<p>Those who have been to a meditation group before know how meditating together can definitely help you go deeper within and have better meditations. In addition, a meditation group is a valuable source of support to share any experiences or problems you might be having with your meditation.</p>
<p>As well as our Centre in Dublin, we are also part of a global family of thousands students around the world. Twice a year, Sri Chinmoy would invite his students to visit him for a couple of weeks in New York where he lived until his passing in October 2007 - we still make those trips now to catch up with all our friends from around the world, but also to revitalise our spiritual life with meditative power that our teacher embodied, still as strong as ever even though he has left his earthly frame.</p></div></div>
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<p>Many of Sri Chinmoy's students consider sporting activity or a fitness regime to be an indispensible part of their spiritual journey. Firstly, it increases the capacity of the body to aid the spiritual seeker in his search:</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy himself was a prolific long-distance runner, and the <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> he founded continues to clock up inspiring feats in many disciplines - the team's members include:</p>
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<li><a href="https://www.ashrita.com/">Ashrita Furman</a> who currently holds more Guinness World records than anyone else on the planet. Ashrita, who started breaking records in 1978, has broken 270 records at one stage or another and currently holds over 120.</li>
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<p>However, the goal for all of us, elite or beginner, is progress rather than success - in performing any activity we try only to better our previous achievements, competing against ourselves rather than against others. People of all ages and capacities participate in races organised by the Sri Chinmoy Centre in the knowledge that everyone is only out to have fun and challenge themselves.</p>
<p>The Dublin Centre holds a 2-mile timed run on most Saturday mornings, and members of the public are most welcome to participate. <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/contact_us">Get in touch with us</a> to participate...</p>
 
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<p>The Dublin Centre was treated to a visit from Shishir Pauk from snowy Winnipeg in Canada, who came to give our October Workshop. Shishir has been a student of Sri Chinmoy for 29 years, and regularly travels through the world giving meditation classes.</p>
<p>Shishir's classes were a real joy to behold and he certainly has a unique perspective on things - you ever cared to analyze the life of Arnold Schwarzenneger from a spiritual perspective, or find out how a Peugeot 506 can be a life threatening obstacle to your meditation, then Shishir had all the answers for you!</p>
<p>Throughout the class, he modestly introduced his topics in such understated terms as "Now were going to talk about...The secrets of the Universe!" and "Next we're going to have the Grand-Finale, blow-you-away, final meditation" (which, it must be said, definitely lived up to its billing) The audience loved his straight-from-the-heart style of talking, and I think everyone headed home smiling and lighter in mind and step. We hope it won't be too long before he graces our shores again with his humour and love of life.</p>
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<p>After Shishir's weekend classes, we decided to hold a spontaneous concert of meditation music for the public the following Friday. It has been a few months since we last gave one, and we almost forgot how much fun they were! The crowd was not as big as previous concerts we held, however they were tremendously appreciative, and it was a very nice experience for everyone. We hope now to add a few more songs to our repertoire and hold more concerts very soon.</p>
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Matthias went over to help out at the Celebration of Light, a beautiful midsummer festival organised by Adarsha Kelly, a student of Sri Chinmoy from Glasgow. Here is what he had to say:</p>
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<em>On the background of the stage there was a slideshow of Sri Chinmoy in action in different fields: art, poetry, music, athletics. At first different music groups played selected songs, later on we all joined together and played the whole night through until sunrise at 5 in the morning. We then took a rest, and continued with a puppet show performing written stories of Sri Chinmoy. Sri Chinmoy wrote many tales over the years; this puppet show was based on stories written about the great Moghul emperor Akbar the Great and his adviser Birbal. In one story, Akbar aks Birbal to find 5 fools for him. He came back with 3. Answering the question of the king where the other 2 were, he named the king and himself. Birbal explained only a foolish king is interested in knowing how many fools in the kingdom are, and Birbal himself is a fool for following his order!</em></p>
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<em>We finished the celebration in totally different circumstances on the Glasgow Mela, a musical festival with all different styles of music. So it happened that before our performance there was a rap group playing. The announcer was still in rap mode and invited the audience to raise their hands and clap. After a heavy rainfall the people in the audience had changed so that the music found more response. We were happy just offering something more quiet and different knowing there are people out there that still appreciate spiritual music.</em></p>
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Matthias becomes the first person from the Dublin Centre to participate in an ultradistance race! Here is his account:</p>
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<em>The event took place in a wide park on a 1 mile loop, which meant there were 62 loops to the finish. We were about 30 starters, including me there were 4 German runners, who took a 8 hours drive from southern Germany.</em></p>
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<em>The weather was luckily not too hot, this was a big advantage as there was nearly no shade to hide from the sun. As it was the first attempt for me my goal was just to finish. I mostly wanted to enjoy the run. After every 3 or 4 laps running I changed to walking. After every lap I took a drink, but did not dare to eat as the stomach is anyway “upset” realizing what a challenge it is facing. Along the track there were also a band playing spiritual music to cheer us up.</em></p>
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<em>When I changed to walking I was overlapped a few times by a French lady cheering me up with the words: Go on, go on, it is all fine. I started to believe her between 50 km and 70km, when I had my fastest laps. I just thought if I do not run now, then I won`t have any more chance to win time and probably I would not reach the finish within the 14 hours limit. I felt surprisingly fresh at this stage. But I saw I was sweating out a lot of salt and said to myself it was better to slow down.</em></p>
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<em>From then on I just walked without forcing myself to finish. At km 86 I decided to call it a day. I definitely want to take this challenge up again even if I didn’t finish this time. It is just a nice feeling to be on the track for such a long time. It gives you the feeling of dynamism and perpetually moving forward, just like in the spiritual life.</em></p>
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Recently we were helping out at the <a href="http://www.lotusyoga.ie">Lotus Yoga</a> stand at the Cultivate ‘ <a href="http://test.cultivate.ie/">Health and Yoga</a> ’ day. (We happen to share our meditation space with Lotus Yoga) Many of the teachers from Lotus Yoga were giving demonstrations of their craft, and we were also scheduled to give a class called The Inner Journey: Meditation and Self-Discovery. We had about 40 people for our meditation course, and then gave a second course straight after to fill in for a suddenly cancelled course. We all had an incredibly enjoyable day - the place was abuzz with different lecturers, talks and demonstrations and tons of people all eager to fit in as many courses as they could during the day! There were lots of people interested in trying out our yoga space and more thinking of coming to our next set of meditation courses in July. Well done to the people at Cultivate for organising such a great event!</p>
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<h2>Heart-Art: Exploring Creativity through playing with paints — Sri Chinmoy Centre</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Learn to paint from within in this one and a half hour workshop</p>
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<p>If you walked into a classroom and asked the children who could paint, all hands would immediately shoot up - me! me! Would you get the same response if we asked the same group 20 years later, when they are all fully grown? Probably not - at most you would get only one or two grudging hands. So what has happened in those intervening years? Quite simply, as we grow up our developed mind has come to the fore, with its ideas and limitations about what we can and cannot do. In this creative workshop we explore how to recapture that spontaneity and experience the joy of creating.</p>
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<p>Rather than pondering about our next stroke or trying to think ahead to what the finished product will look like, we will practice painting spontaneously from the heart's inner feeling, and watching how that inner feeling transforms itself into a beautiful creation on paper. We will also offer some short meditative exercises to bypass the limiting mind and enter directly into the vastness of the heart.</p>
<p>This course is inspired by the artistic philosophy of <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> , who has been expressing his inner awareness through art for the past thirty years. To date, he has painted over 200,000 mystical paintings in a style he refers to as 'Jharna-Kala' - this term means 'fountain-art', and refers to the manner in which his art flows from an inner source. In 1991 he began a series of drawings depicting the limitless freedom of the human soul in the form of birds - to date these 'soul-birds' number over 15 million.</p>
<p>To find out more about these classes, please get in touch with us via our <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/contact_us">contact form</a> - we hope to see you there!</p>
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<h2>A meditative weekend in France</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In the Sri Chinmoy Centre, we certainly don't believe in long hours spent in meditation away from society. In addition to meditation, there are plenty of activities we can do to make spiritual progress, and one of the main ones - perhaps the main one - is having lots and lots of joy!</p>
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<blockquote>That's why our teacher <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> encourages us all to meet up every so often for weekends that combine meditation and having fun.</blockquote>
<p>This March, all the meditation centres in England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and France gathered together in Marseille for one such weekend. Some of us arrived a little earlier and toured Marseille and its environs. Considering the time of year, the weather was very pleasant, so much so that we took the sunshine as an excuse to go swimming in the Mediterranean sea. The sea was indeed cold but absolutely revitalising. You could feel the body filling with a new life energy.</p>
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<p>The weekend took place a short distance from Marseille, right on the shoreline of a small bay. It encompassed a beautiful pebble beach with hills rising from the sea on both sides and an impressive bridge towering in the backround. The set the scene for two days of swimming, walking and sightseeing.</p>
<p>On the Saturday evening everyone gathered with warm greetings for lovely meal. Having fed our appetite it was then time to feed our aspiration with some meditation! Some of our French friends had decorated a cosy function room with two large bouquets of blossomed lilies adorning the meditation shrine. Following a peaceful meditation we saw some inspiring videos of recent activites undertaken by Sri Chinmoy and his students: one video described how <a href="https://www.ashrita.com/">Ashrita Furman</a> - one of Sri Chinmoy's students and the current holder of more Guinness World Records than anyone else - and a team of volunteers set about building the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/files/ie/activities/2006news/popcorn-cake">tallest popcorn structure</a> ever constructed. Quite a few people who helped set this record were in the room watching the video and it brought back nice memories.</p>
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<p>After an early meditation the next morning it was time to stretch our legs and widen our lungs and to feel good and healthy in general as we gathered for a two mile run. A somewhat improvised running track added to the sheer fun and joy of the race. It was early and the air was crisp and cold; however, everywhere you looked you found smiles and laughs of an amazingly energetic bunch of runners and joggers and walkers and helpers. Needless to say the bit of exercise worked up an appetite and everyone was grateful for a grand continental breakfast.</p>
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<p>At noon, we returned to meditation, where we where delighted to receive a phone call from Sri Chinmoy. There were 74 of us present and with great love he offered a soul-stirring blessing to each individual in turn as he meditated with them. He then expressed his sincere joy for seeing such a remarkable display of oneness between all nationalities present. He commented on the fact that Englishmen and Frenchmen, who for many years lived in the world of competition, could now sit in the same room and meditate together in harmony; if this is not a victory of spirituality, then what is? With warm words of joy and appreciation the phone call ended.</p>
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<p>Afterwards we gathered for a huge multi-course meal put on as only the French know how, and then another meditation. Some of us gathered for around the volleyball net trying to keep the ball up with our heads and feet, this evolved into a spontaneous game where we made the rules up as we went along. Many people had to return on the Sunday; about ten of us had another night however, so we could spend the evening meditating on the beautiful sunset, followed by a hearty meal in a local eaterie. Such weekends are of enormous value; they give us the chance to meet up with old friends, and rediscover an element of joy that might have been pushed to oneside by the grind of daily life.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2007/an-international-weekend-of-joy">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy once told his students that he only wanted two things from them: he wanted them to be happy, and he wanted them to realize God. Well, the goal of enlightenment or God-realization might be somewhat in the distance yet for most of us, but at the Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre we most certainly do our best to at least fulfill the first part of that request and stay happy!</p>
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<p>In addition to our meditations and the events we put on for the general public (which also go a long way towards keeping us, it must be said), we also put a strong emphasis on plain old-fashioned fun. Once a week or so, we'll gather together for an evening; occasionally we'll have a day outing or stretch it out for the whole weekend.</p>
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<p>Recently we made the trip out to Donadea Forest Park. The weather was very kind and there was a beautiful walk around the lake. However I think all that mattered to the boys was there was a flat bit of grass somewhere were they could have a game. Ambarish had brought a few hurleys in the back of the car; we weren't intending on having a full-blown game of hurling as we have some Germans and Russians in our group, as well as most of the Irish not being from strong hurling counties. However we had a bit of a practice and those unfamiliar with the game soon began getting the hang of it, so we decided to try a game after all and it ended up being great fun.</p>
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<p>As well as hurling, there was also some games of soccer and frisbee played too...of course, these are games we all played as a child, but then as we grow older we stop playing, unless it is in some kind of competitive sense as part of a club. It is so nice to recapture some of that childlike spirit with a few spontaneous games between friends.</p>
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<p>Previous trips had brought us to counties <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/donegalimages">Donegal</a> and Galway; this time we were originally headed to Mayo, but there was a last-minute change of mind: weather-wise, this has been one of the worst summers on record, and the weather was suposed to be particularly bad this weekend, so we thought it best to head down to the 'sunny south-east' where the weather has traditionally always been best. The prospect of running a 10k race that was being held down in Waterford sealed the deal (some of us are training for the Self-Transcendence marathon which we will do in August when we visit New York), and so on the Friday evening we were down in Waterford city, bikes at the ready.</p>
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<p>It was raining torrentially in Dublin when we left, but thankfully it had cleared off by the time we reached Waterford and we could enjoy a scenic half-hour cycle to the seaside town of Tramore. The next morning after meditation we were all off for a dip in the sea, followed by some cycling along the beach - we were doing a slow-cycling race, when all of a sudden we heard this deafening bang: Martin (who was winning the race) had suffered a complete tyre blowout! Worse, there was no bike shop in Tramore, and the bus wouldnt let him take the bike back to Waterford. Martin, undeterred, merely sain "I'm just going to wait for the next big van to come along. Sure enough, ten minutes later a big white van pulled in an generously let Marting stick his bike in the back. Colm cycled back in order to join him, whilst the rest of us made our way to the small village of Dunhill, where the inaugural Anne Valley Race was being held to raise funds for the Chernobyl Children's holiday fund.</p>
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<p>We were soon rejoined by Martin and Colm. Shane opened his kitbag to find there was only one runner in it - thankfully Ambarish had a spare pair he could use. The race itself was a great experience. We were running through some of the most beautiful scenic countryside you could imagin. however it was also one of the toughest - three major climbs and the sun was pretty hot too! However we all had a good time. (That's Shane holding the Munster Cup which the Waterford hurling team had won the previous week and which happened to be around the vicinity at the time.)</p>
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<p>After the race (and a quick puncture repair to Shane's bike) we set off again along the coast road to Dungarvan. We had reached the village of Bunmahin when the rest of the the group noticed Shane had no pannier bag! It dropped off somewhere along the road, so Shane went back to look for it, and couldn't see it anywhere. Later, we were back at the accommodation pondering our options, whn a knock came at the door. The next door neighbour was out in the car and had seen his bag, and was just knocking at all the guesthouses to see if anyone owned it. In addition the owner of the place where some of the other boys were staying had actually driven back down the road to go and look for it - it's amazing what some people will still do for other people they've never even met...</p>
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<p>On Sunday, we were joined by Gary and Vinny, making seven of us in total. It was time to turn away from the coast and into the mountains - but not before one last dip in the sea. The particular spot we chose was covered in seaweed - I told Martin people actually pay good money for seaweed baths round these parts but he was having none of it! The cycling itself was pretty taxing at times, a long series of uphills and downhills, but a lot of fun nonetheless. We capped it off with a cycle over the Comeragh Mountains, and then down to the village of Rathgormack to stay in the local hostel. We were absolutely blessed with the weather this week end - all along the forecast was giving ominous signs, but the rain held off until we were almost home. We really liked this hostel, it doubled up as a community centre with an indoor hall which soon bacame host to a couple of impromptu games of indoor football! This evening Martin put his culinary skills on display and treated us all to a scrumptious pasta dish. Every Sunday we usually have a group meditation in our centre back in Dublin, so whe turned our place into an impromptu meditation room and had a very nice meditation just before bedtime.</p>
<p>The next day after meditation and breakfast, we headed to the nearby Comeragh mountains for a spot of walking. We were fairly soon in open country which meant many people soon got their feet wet - but it was worth it when we came across this beautiful lake, where we could sit by the side and drink in its silent beauty.</p>
<p>Then it was time to go back. We hightailed it to Waterford city, taking shortcuts through some beautiful country estates. Waterford is definitely an underrated part of Ireland, and we feel it is definitely worth another visit sometime.</p>
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Christmas came early for the Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre this year as we strapped our skates on and headed to the ice rink.  Two of the centre came originally from countries where the children are practically born with skates on, but for some of the rest of us it was our first time on the ice and quite a learning experience, as can be deduced from the photographs.</p>
<p>The more advanced among us happily skated and glided their way around, but for the rest it was a good exercise in concentration and perseverence....we started out clutching the railing and dragging the skates along awkwardly, and it was only after practice that we could trust ourselves enough to push the skates out and let the movement of the skates on the ice do the work for us. Once that was done, all we had to learn then was how to stop! There were a few tumbles, of course, but most of us spent the majority of the hour in an upright position. The time passed very quickly and we all felt it was too soon when the horn blew for the end of the session.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy encourages his students to bring out the childlike qualities in their nature; this is certainly one occasion where those qualities didn't need too much persuasion to come to the fore.</p>
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Once in a while the members of the <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/main-ie">Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> (plus a few inspired friends) get together to explore how meditation can unleash one's inner creativity - in the form of painting.</p>
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To read more about Sri Chinmoy's painting, click <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/painting">here</a>....</p>
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After some initial setting up and a short meditation we soon set to work. No painting took longer than 3 or 4 minutes to complete - the aim was to stay in the heart rather than the deliberating mind. The floor soon became covered in brightly covered drawings. In the words of Ivan, a newcomer to this kind of painting - "it was just like my best meditations". Enough said.</p>
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<p>Since 1987 the Marathon Team has been organising global torch relay runs with the goal of fostering harmony and friendship between peoples and nations. This year, the World Harmony Run passed through Ireland for six days in late March and met with a tremendous reception from the Irish public. The run arrived in Cork and passed through Limerick, Galway. Athlone, Dublin, Drogheda and Belfast meeting with schools communities and dignitaries along the way. Both the Irish who ran and the visiting international runners keep with them indelible experiences of warmth and friendship from the Irish people.</p>
<p>Find out more about the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/" target="_blank">World Harmony Run</a> by visiting the official webpage; once there you can find <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/ireland/">out more about the Run in Ireland</a> or see what countries the Run is visiting at the moment.....
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<p>The tour began with a concert at the Cirque D'Hiver, a circus amphitheater turned theater that has still retained all its old ambience. The sound crew did not have much time to set up the many instruments Sri Chinmoy was planning to perform on, and as a result there was quite a few problems during the course of the night - it struck me how Sri Chinmoy played on, completely unperturbed by the sound or what the audience might be thinking. Exiting the building at the concerts end, I could see the expression on the faces of some of the members of the public who had come to the concert, a mixture of astonishment at what they had seen combined with a feeling of something deep within being awakened and nourished.</p>
<p>The next day was a busy one - the <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/harmony">World Harmony Run</a> was hosted at the UNESCO building in Paris, and a selection of Sri Chinmoy's <a title="Painting from the Source" href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/painting">Jharna-Kala</a> paintings were on display in the Louvre...That evening Sri Chinmoy again performed a concert at a function explaining the <a href="https://www.onenessheart.org/">Oneness-Heart Tears and Smiles</a> humanitarian initiative.</p>
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<p>Early in the morning we were on a train speeding towards Milan. Sri Chinmoy had agreed to play two concerts that day because the venue was not big enough to accomodate all those that wanted to come. Many of Sri Chinmoy's students had come and he was extremely happy to see them - we had a meditation function afterwards that had all the air of one big family gathering. The next morning Sri Chinmoy collected an award from an organisation that promotes the union of sport and spirituality before leaving for Turin where he still had one concert more to play...despite the exhausting schedule he still had time for another meditation function, during which he gave a lot of inspirational advice to his Italian meditation Centres and exhorted us all to aspire more so that next time we see him in New York in August we would have shining eyes and shining faces.</p>
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<p>These beautiful photos were taken by <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/projjwal">Projjwal</a>, a German student of Sri Chinmoy who is a very keen photographer; you can see more of his photo album from <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/projjwal/">his trip to Milan</a> here...</p>
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The weather had been good all week yet with customary Irish fatalism we weren't expecting it to last. However, upon arrival we were greeted by beautiful blue skies which really showed the mountain of Sliabh Foy behind the village in its best light. Carlingford was a medieval settlement and from the amount of old buildings around I'd say there was a fair bit of keeping up with the Joneses in the Middle Ages, with people trying to outdo their neighbours in building bigger castles...</p>
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<p>A great dinner supervised by the able Ciara on Saturday evening put everyone in fine fettle for the evening. We had meditation singing and an Irish boys play with hordes of extras, stuntmen, and multimillion dollar special effects (well, er, some car headlights and some bicycle lights strapped onto a samurai sword actually). Usually people's heads are nodding towards the end of the night because they've travelled such a long distance, but in this case everyone arose from meditation full of beans and before long there were games of basketball afoot and frisbees being thrown in the warm night air...</p>
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<p>And they didn't leave their energy there. Sunday morning's 2-mile race through the narrow streets of Carlingford saw at least three personal bests set - the most impressive being Colm who (probably as a result of his six week stint on the European leg of the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org">World Harmony Run</a>) was able to break the 13-minute barrier AND the 12-minute barrier on his way to a time of 11:51 !</p>
<p>A full brekkie and then time for games - two boys teams and two girls teams were picked and proceeded to scramble their way around a variety of activities - getting through through a menu of horseshoe throwing, egg and spoon, the poc fada (striking a ball the furthest distance with an Irish hurling stick), tracing the outline of the mythical Brown Bull of Cooley on the ground with a rope while blindfolded, 3 legged race, hitting cans off a perch with tennis balls, raising a brick by winding an arrached rope around a broom handle, tug of war and throwing basketballs from the free throw line in the space of less than 2 hours.</p>
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<p>Even a brief intrusion by two fractious local chieftains intent on doing no good failed to deter them...</p>
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<p>Afterwards came noon meditation and a packed lunch - some had to leave early, others split into groups to go walking around the mountains or swimming by the sea, or settle for a nice cappucino somewhere. Tarit invited me for a run up the mountains (I was told to prepare for my funeral by certain knowledgeable fellow Edinburgh centre members) which, sorry to disappoint them, I enjoyed immensely. I'm told there was a particularly hard fought game of football between the boys.</p>
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<p>Thanks all who came for making it a great weekend and I hope we can have you all over here in the not too distant future....</p>
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<h2>Birthday Moments</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Two members of the Centre had their birthday this month, which made it a very good month for the ice-cream manufacturers.....</p>
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<p>Birthdays can be quite a special time for a spiritual aspirant; a time to reflect upon one's purpose here on earth and how far one has gone towards fulfilling it. Many students of Sri Chinmoy use the day to spend some time with themselves in meditation and reflection; for some that means a quiet walk in the country, for others a long run to clear the cobwebs.</p>
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<p>Centre meditation nights are quite special when someone has a birthday. In the Indian tradition of self-giving it is the one whose birthday it is who provides gifts of food; for example, on Sri Chinmoy's birthday he cooks a meal for all his students who have come to New York. </p>
<p>In a manner perhaps symbolic of the marriage of East and West that is Sri Chinmoy's path, we in the Dublin Centre informally combine Eastern and Western birthday practices - we all team up to get a card, cake and present, whilst the birthday boy or girl brings prasad for the Centre meditation. Prasad, in the Indian tradition, is food that is placed in front of the meditation shrine so that it can absorb the qualities recieved during meditation; usually people put a lot of effort into making imaginative and varied prasad on their birthday.  There is a soulful moment at the end of meditation where the birthday recipient comes forward and has a quiet moment of gratitude for the opportunity to continue the journey to fulfill his purpose on earth.</p>
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<h2>The Boil Illumination</h2><div class="field-item"><p>This short play is based on one of the many stories Sri Chinmoy has written over the years.</p>
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<p>We have added a humorous aside, based on the fact that the Dublin Centre leaders, <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/ambarish">Ambarish</a> and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/mangala">Mangala</a> are a husband-and-wife architect team. During the (ten-minute long) rehearsal for this play, we saw we had one less actor than we needed, so Mangala was (very capably) played by a sweeping brush with a blond wig fixed to the head.</p>
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<p><em>Narrator:</em></p>
<p>There was once a great seeker who was on the verge of realisation. Every day this seeker used to pray and meditate with his friends. His friends were also his admirers and adorers, and they used to beg him to open up an ashram.</p>
<p><em>Friend 1</em></p>
<p>Why dont you open an ashram?</p>
<p><em>Friend 2</em></p>
<p>As soon as you open up an ashram, we would all become your disciples.</p>
<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Why can't you become my disciples now?</p>
<p><em>Friend 1:</em></p>
<p>No, only if you open up an ashram will we become your disciples. If you have an ashram of your own and if we become members, then you will be responsible for the illumination of our lives.</p>
<p><em>Friend 2:</em></p>
<p>Now you are not taking us seriously. So please get an ashram, and we will become your disciples.</p>
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<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Maybe this is not such a bad idea after all. Let me have an ashram and all the disciples will stay there. Let me think. I am going to need a good architect. I have here the name of someone who was recommended to me; he normally does bathroom extensions but maybe I can persuade him to transcend his capacity.</p>
<p><em>(rings architect on phone)</em></p>
<p><em>Ambarish (from hallway):</em></p>
<p>Mangala, can you get that?</p>
<p><em>Mangala: (pokes 'head' out of door)</em></p>
<p>Hello?</p>
<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Ah, you must be the secretary. Can you get me the architect?</p>
<p><em>Mangala:</em></p>
<p>But I'm an architect too....</p>
<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Well, my dear girl, Im sure he lets you do a few drawings, but I would really like to speak to the real architect.</p>
<p><em>(Mangala wordlessly puts down phone, says something (not very nice) in Russian and goes into hallway. Ambarish comes out and gets the phone)</em></p>
<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Hello, good sir. I am thinking of building an ashram and I was hoping you could help me.</p>
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<p>Well the situation is, unfortunately we are on extended leave next week until February, but well definitely be able too look after you after that. Im looking at some sample ashram drawings here (looks at big sheaf of papers). I should just inform you of some issues that need to be looked at. Were going to need fire safety certs just in case the aspiration-flames of everyone meditating rise too high....*(more architectural waffle in that vein)*</p>
<p><em>Great Seeker.</em></p>
<p>Thank you very much. I will talk to you in February.</p>
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<p>O God, in the meantime the seeker developed a very painful boil on his right foot. The boil became very big and it gave him terrible pain. The doctor was called, and he got ready to operate. When he was about to begin, the seeker literally cried like a child.</p>
<p><em>Doctor:</em></p>
<p>Why is he acting like a child? I thought he was such a great practitioner of meditation. No, even a child behaves better than this. What will his friends and admirers think of him?</p>
<p><em>Friend 1:</em></p>
<p>If once more you insult our friend, we shall strike you.</p>
<p><em>Friend 2:</em></p>
<p>Pain is pain. Only the sufferer knows what the pain is actually like. If it is real pain, why should he not cry? So you remain silent and just do your job!</p>
<p><em>(Friends go away. Doctor produces a saw and drill, and puts a hard hat on his head.)</em></p>
<p><em>Great Seeker:</em></p>
<p>Look at me. I could not take care of even one boil on my own body. I suffered so much because it was a foreign element. My friends are also separate human beings, separate from my life. When they enter into my life, it will be the same kind of situation. I don't have the capacity to save myself from one boil, so how will I be able to save their inner lives?</p>
<p>O God, I am so grateful to You. By giving me a boil, You have taught me a lesson. It is only You who can take responsibility for other people. One boil is enough to illumine me. I don't need illumination from human beings. Now I know that I will never open an ashram. I want only to pray and meditate and realise You. I will remain in supreme ecstasy, for I want only God-realisation. This boil is my illumination; my illumination is this boil."</p>
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<p>One hundred years ago there lived a great spiritual figure by the name of Swami Vivekananda. Swami Vivekananda was instrumental in bringing the light and wisdom of the East to the hungry seekers of the West.</p>
<p>As a child, he had the nickname was Bile. During his childhood he was very sweet and divine, but also quite mischievous. This did not diminish his divinity. But his parents, especially his mother, sometimes would get puzzled and worry about him.</p>
<p>One day, when he was only five years old, Vivekananda saw in the living room a few Indian hookahs or smoking pipes. One was for the Brahmins, one for the Kshatriyas and one for the Muslims. He tasted each one, and to his surprise discovered that all the hookahs tasted the same.</p>
<p>Alas, he was caught by his own father.</p>
<p><strong>Father:</strong></p>
<p>What are you doing, Bile?</p>
<p><strong>Vivekananda:</strong></p>
<p>Father, I was just examining the smoking pipes. I thought that the one for Brahmins would be better than the one for Kshatriyas, because Brahmins are so great. And the Muslims are so heroic and spirited. So I thought that the Muslim pipe would be special. But I wish to tell you, Father, that they are all the same. No one pipe is superior to another?</p>
<p><strong>Father:</strong></p>
<p>How is it that you have started smoking at such a tender age? And what kind of things is a small boy like you saying?</p>
<p><strong>Mother:</strong></p>
<p>My son, you are too spoiled. You have become too smart. Come here.</p>
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<p>The child came to the mother and she took him upstairs to his room and locked the door from the outside.</p>
<p>In two hours time the maid came running to the mother.</p>
<p><strong>Maid:</strong></p>
<p>Bile's throwing away all his clothes. Everything he has in his room he is throwing out through the window! There are a few beggars below who are grabbing his garments as they fall. And he himself is so happy!</p>
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<p><strong>Mother:</strong></p>
<p>What is the matter with you, Bile. Look at expensive clothes you are throwing away!</p>
<p><strong>Bile:</strong></p>
<p>Mother, we are so rich. We can have whatever we want, whenever we want. But these are poor people. They have nothing. If we do not give to them, then who will give to them? We have enough, more than enough; so my heart wants to give these things away. They need them more than I do.</p>
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<p>His mother's heart was full of joy and delight. She embraced her son and shed tears of delight that his heart was so sympathetic, so vast and so all-giving, and that he had so much oneness with the poor and with the Supreme Pilot in all.</p>
<p>Twenty years later, that same little boy was standing in front of thousands of people at the World Parliament of Religions in Chicago.</p>
<p><strong>Chairman:</strong></p>
<p>Ladies and Gentleman, Id like to welcome our next speaker, a poor monk from India, Swami Vivekananda.</p>
<p><strong>Vivekananda:</strong></p>
<p>Sisters and Brothers of America,</p>
<p>(<em>This opening greeting is pronounced with such love and affection that the audience immediately burst into rapturous applause</em>):</p>
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<p>It fills my heart with joy unspeakable to rise in response to the warm and cordial welcome which you have given us. I thank you in the name of the most ancient order of monks in the world; I thank you in the name of the mother of religions; and I thank you in the name of millions and millions of Hindu people of all classes and sects.</p>
<p>My thanks, also, to some of the speakers on this platform who, referring to the delegates from the Orient, have told you that these men from far-off nations may well claim the honour of bearing to different lands the idea of toleration. I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance. We believe not only in universal toleration, but we accept all religions as true. I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and all nations of the earth. I am proud to tell you that we have gathered in our bosom the purest remnant of the Israelites, who came to Southern India and took refuge with us in the very year in which their holy temple was shattered to pieces by Roman tyranny. I am proud to belong to the religion which has sheltered and is still fostering the remnant of the grand Zoroastrian nation. I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from a hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings: <em>As the different streams having their sources in different places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee.</em></p>
<p>The present convention, which is one of the most august assemblies ever held, is in itself a vindication, a declaration to the world of the wonderful doctrine preached in the Gita: <em>Whosoever comes to Me, through whatsoever form, I reach him; all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to me.</em> Sectarianism, bigotry, and its horrible descendant, fanaticism, have long possessed this beautiful earth. They have filled the earth with violence, drenched it often and often with human blood, destroyed civilisation and sent whole nations to despair. Had it not been for these horrible demons, human society would be far more advanced than it is now. But their time is come; and I fervently hope that the bell that tolled this morning in honour of this convention may be the death-knell of all fanaticism, of all persecutions with the sword or with the pen, and of all uncharitable feelings between persons wending their way to the same goal.</p>
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<p>After speaking at the Parliament of Religions in Chicago, Swami Vivekananda became famous overnight and acquired many friends and admirers. One day, some of these friends and admirers came to ask him many questions about Vedanta and Indian philosophy and spirituality. They were very moved by his answers to their questions. By the time they departed, it was around midnight.</p>
<p>All of a sudden Vivekananda thought of India, his poor India, especially Mother Bengal.</p>
<p><strong>Vivekananda:</strong></p>
<p>Now I am going to bed. But there are thousands and thousands of people without beds, who will be lying in the street, poverty-stricken, tonight. Here I have got a cosy and most comfortable bed. But once upon a time, I was a sannyasin. I used to roam in the street with no food, nothing. Even now I am a sannyasin. Still, from time to time even today, I have no food or clothes. I am in a destitute condition.</p>
<p>Again, God blesses me with riches and my generous friends keep me at their homes. Right now some friends of mine have given me this beautiful apartment. Indeed, I am in great luxury. In a few minutes, I will go to sleep in a most comfortable bed. And yet so many of my brothers and sisters in Bengal will be living in the street. My heart bleeds for them. I have still not fulfilled my task. I have to help my poor Indian brothers. I have to save their lives, I have to illumine them, I have to awaken their consciousness. There is so much to do, so much to do! Alas, what am I doing here? I need rest, but I will not sleep on the bed. I will sleep on the floor.</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>He took off his turban, placed it on the floor and passed the night lying down on his long turban. Early the following morning, when the owner of the apartment, who was his friend, came to invite him to breakfast, he saw this great Indian saint, this great Indian hero, lying on the floor.</p>
<p><strong>Owner:</strong></p>
<p>What is the matter?</p>
<p><strong>Vivekananda:</strong></p>
<p>Thousands and thousands of my brothers and sisters spend the night in the streets. So how can I dream of spending the night in this most comfortable bed? I can't, I can't, unless and until I have done something for them. It is my bounden duty to serve God in the poor and the needy. So the life of comfort is not for me. The life of selfless service, the life of dedicated, devoted service, is for me. Service is my goal, service is my perfection in life.</p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
<p>(pictures from <a href="https://vedantasociety.net/vivekananda">vivekananda.org photo gallery</a> : over 100 rare photographs of Swami Vivekananda taken at he turn of the last century)</p>
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<h2>Unleashing the artist within...</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The Dublin centre explores how meditation can unlock your inner creativity!</p>
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Once in a while the members of the <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/main-ie">Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> (plus a few inspired friends) get together to explore how meditation can unleash one's inner creativity - in the form of painting.</p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/">Sri Chinmoy</a> coined the term 'Jharna-Kala', or fountain-art in his native Bengali to describe his own painting, and to emphasize that it comes not from any mental construction, but indeed flows straight from the source of all creativity - the aspiring heart.
To read more about Sri Chinmoy's painting, click <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/painting">here</a>....</p>
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After some initial setting up and a short meditation we soon set to work. No painting took longer than 3 or 4 minutes to complete - the aim was to stay in the heart rather than the deliberating mind. The floor soon became covered in brightly covered drawings. In the words of Ivan, a newcomer to this kind of painting - "it was just like my best meditations". Enough said.</p>
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Colm, of course, wasn't content to just paint on the paper...</p>
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Here are some of the results: we would like to think that the brightness of these pictures is indicative of the brightness in our hearts!</p>
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<h2>Can you point my feet to where there is no God?</h2><div class="field-item"><p>This is a play about an incident in the life of Guru Nanak, who was the founder of the Sikh religion. Nanak had very many Hindu and Muslim disciples and was always striving for harmony between the two faiths. Upon his death his Hindu and Muslim disciples were arguing over whether he should be cremated or burned. But when they looked at the body, they saw only fresh flowers. Each group took half the flowers so they could bury or cremate them as they wished.</p>
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<p>This play is about Nanak's childhood and a famous incident that happened on his pilgrimage to Mecca. The play (minus the not-very-humorous asides) is taken from <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s tellings of famous Indian tales, which are printed in a series called <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-indian-meals/part10/toc.html">Great Indian Meals</a></p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>Nanak was the founder of Sikhism. He was an excellent, excellent Guru.</p>
<p>When he was young, Nanak paid very little attention to sports. Unlike most of his friends, he didn't care for games at all.</p>
<p><strong>Friends:</strong></p>
<p>are you playing football, Nanak?</p>
<p>(no response)</p>
<p><strong>Friends:</strong></p>
<p>Lets use him as a goalpost!</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>Nanak always used to think of God and meditate on God. He only wanted to mix with spiritual people. In school he didn't do well because he was all the time in his own world. His father was very worried.</p>
<p><strong>Father:</strong></p>
<p>The best thing is for him to go into business.</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>So he opened up a shop for his son. But Nanak was unlike other businessmen. He used to give away money to spiritual people, to saddhus.</p>
<p><strong>Sadhu</strong></p>
<p>I havent eaten in five days...</p>
<p><strong>Nanak:</strong></p>
<p>And you need money? Of course...</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>The father saw that he would soon go bankrupt if he kept his son in the shop.</p>
<p><strong>Father:</strong></p>
<p>In some way this boy has to become worldly-minded. If he remains all the time in the spiritual world, then he will be totally lost and our family will be disgraced. Nanak, I wish you to get married.</p>
<p><strong>Nanak:</strong></p>
<p>As you wish.</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>But again it was the same story. Nanak was praying and meditating all the time. Whenever he got the opportunity, he used to go to see religious people, spiritual mendicants. His wife used to cry and cry for her husband. But what could she do? He was a hopeless case. Finally one day, without any rhyme or reason, the wife died.</p>
<p><strong>Nanak:</strong></p>
<p>Now I can become a mendicant and go wherever I want to.</p>
<p><strong>Narrator:</strong></p>
<p>So he became a mendicant and went to many places to pray and meditate. He used to go to Hindu temples, Muslim mosques and Christian churches alike. He used to go wherever he could find a place to meditate.</p>
<p>One day Nanak decided to go on a pilgrimage to Mecca. During his journey he happened to lie down for a while with his feet facing a mosque. But a Muslim priest saw him</p>
<p><strong>Priest:</strong></p>
<p>Look at your audacity! You are lying here with your feet pointing directly at the mosque. This is a major sign of disrespect! What are you doing?"</p>
<p><strong>Nanak:</strong></p>
<p>Forgive me, I am very tired; I am simply exhausted. Please do me a favour. Will you kindly lift up my feet and point them in a direction where there is no God?"</p>
<p><strong>Priest:</strong></p>
<p>You have taught me that God is everywhere. I have been telling people that Allah is everywhere and in everything, and that the whole world is His creation. But today you have shown me that no matter which direction we face, God is there. So you have taught me a most significant lesson.</p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy in Ireland</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy visited Ireland three times in the early seventies, meeting with Presidents Eamon de Valera and Erskine Childers and giving lectures for the general public in Trinity College. <a href="/sri-chinmoys-meeting-president-de-valera">Read transcript of interview with President De Valera &raquo;</a></p>
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<h2>Transcendental Height and Aspiration-Light</h2>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy&#39;s second lecture in Ireland<br/>
University of Dublin Examination Hall<br/>
Trinity College<br/>
14 June 1973</em> <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_e7k6l05" title="from The Oneness of the Eastern Heart and the Western Mind a collection of university lectures by Sri Chinmoy" href="#footnote1_e7k6l05">1</a></p>
<p>Dearest brothers and sisters, I have special love and admiration for your country, Ireland. I have been cherishing and treasuring love for this country since I was twelve, when I read a book written about the spiritual Master, Swami Vivekananda. In his biography I read something most striking. A young woman from your country was so deeply inspired by the Swami&#39;s spiritual light that she went to India and offered her entire existence to Swami Vivekananda, her spiritual Master. Her name was Miss Margaret Noble, but her Master offered her a new name, a spiritual name, her soul&#39;s name: Nivedita. Nivedita means dedicated self-offering, total self-offering. She offered her whole existence to India. India&#39;s spiritual children will forever remain indebted to her love and sacrifice. India s freedom-boat will forever be indebted to her significant efforts to free Mother India from ignorance. Nivedita embodied dedicated self-offering.</p>
<p>When I was twenty-three years old, for the first time I read her book about her Master, Swami Vivekananda. The great spiritual Master, Sri Aurobindo, once remarked that this book of Nivedita&#39;s was written with the blood of her heart. From this book I learnt how a disciple can become inseparably one with the Master on the strength of implicit love, devotion and surrender to the Master&#39;s will.</p>
<p>There are two types of people on earth: spiritual people and unspiritual people. Spiritual people are often accused by those who are not spiritual of being abnormal. They supposedly want to live in the clouds and eat the moonlight; they have no sense of reality; they are just fooling themselves. This is the accusation that is often thrown at them. Spiritual people, in return, say that they are absolutely normal, whereas the unaspiring people are abnormal.&nbsp; An unaspiring person accuses a spiritual person of not paying attention to the outer life. But a really spiritual person is bound to pay full attention to the outer life. If he is not sincerely spiritual in the truest sense, then in the name of spirituality he will ignore and revile the outer world. But the outer world is the manifestation of God. If someone wants to realise the highest Truth, how can he ignore God&#39;s outer manifestation? A really spiritual person will not ignore the outer world. On the contrary, he will accept the world. He will accept the challenge of the world. Then he will conquer the ignorance of the world and he will offer his wisdom-light to the world at large.</p>
<p>Unaspiring people often say that a spiritual person is afraid of the world; he is a coward; he does not brave the world, but runs away and hides like a thief, while the ordinary, unaspiring person shoulders the responsibilities of the entire world. But I wish to say that if a genuine spiritual person does not involve himself in the activities of the world, it is because he is preparing himself to shoulder the responsibilities of the world. He knows very well that it is God alone who can give him infinite Light, infinite Bliss, infinite Peace and infinite Power to change the face of the world. Just by mixing with the multitudes, he will not be able to help the world. But by serving the Inner Pilot, by fulfilling the Inner Pilot, he can one day be of real service to mankind.</p>
<p><a class="button" href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrp-19">Read the rest of the lecture at Sri Chinmoy Library</a></p>
<p>You can also read the full text of the other two lectures:</p>
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<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrp-14" target="_blank">Attachment and Detachment</a> - December 1, 1970, Graduates&#39; Memorial Building (there are also some excerpts at the bottom of this page)</li>
<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrp-40" target="_blank">The Inner Hunger</a> July 1, 1974</li>
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<h2>Impressions of Ireland</h2>
<p><em>Upon his return from his very first European lecture tour in 1970, Sri Chinmoy spoke to his Puerto Rican students about his impressions of Ireland. </em><a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_4end34h" title="from: The Master Speaks To The Puerto Rican Disciples, Part 2 by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote2_4end34h">2</a></p>
<p>...Then we went to Ireland. In Ireland, we had the greatest success of all. Ireland took me immediately as its very own. The press was very courteous, very sympathetic and understanding. Everything they wrote was full of appreciative understanding.</p>
<p>... My room was on the sixth floor and the tiny elevator was not working. They didn&#39;t mind. They climbed up six flights of stairs, huffing and puffing. These reporters came with deep respect and interviewed me very politely, from three papers.</p>
<p>There I saw a real fight amongst the photographers of the various newspapers. One photographer asked me to take this pose and the other one said, &quot;No, we want him to take a better pose.&quot; The third one said, &quot;No, no, no, those poses don&#39;t show his Indian robes to their best advantage. I want him to <em>stand</em> this way, not <em>sit</em> that way.&quot; At one point they were actually fighting. Different photographers from different newspapers finally decided to each take their own photos. So in three newspapers there are totally different pictures. You have seen the cuttings.</p>
<p>Very, very nice articles they wrote....it was so sweet and moving. To get back to the University of Dublin; they asked me sincere, very sincere questions.</p>
<p>By the way, you know that Swami Vivekananda&#39;s greatest disciple, Sister Nivedita, was born in Ireland. Her original name was Margaret Noble. So I told the audience a few things about her and about Swami Vivekananda&#39;s teachings. They were very struck by my comments as they had totally, as a country almost, forgotten about Sister Nivedita. But in India, she has always been deeply admired for her spirituality and sacrifice... a most significantly special trip, this one to Ireland and the University of Dublin.</p>
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<h2>Excerpts from Attachment and Detachment</h2>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy&#39;s first lecture 1970 - these are the comments about Sister Nivedita that Sri Chinmoy was referring to above.</em></p>
<p>Here in Ireland, nearly a hundred years ago, a young aspirant named Margaret Noble went to India to become the famous disciple of Swami Vivekenanda. This great Yogi had come to the West in 1889 to participate in the Parliament of Religions at the great World&rsquo;s Fair in Chicago. His spiritual stature was immediately recognised, and he became famous overnight.</p>
<p>When he went to England from the United States, Margaret Noble attended his talks and became his dearest disciple. He called her &ldquo;Nivedita, one who is totally dedicated to the Supreme Cause.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Indian people are all admiration for what Nivedita did for India. She helped Indian women in infinite measure. She helped to awaken their slumbering consciousness so that they could envision themselves as divine instruments and grow into the perfect embodiments of aspiration, dedication and illumination for their Mother India. We Indians are bloated with divine pride when we utter the name of Nivedita.</p>
<p>Her father was a clergyman, a lover of God, a great seeker. Before he breathed his last, on his deathbed, he said to his wife, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t stand in Margaret&rsquo;s way. If she wants to go to India, let her go.&rdquo; Margaret&rsquo;s mother had been very upset by her daughter&rsquo;s desire to leave Ireland for distant India, but at her husband&rsquo;s last wish, she did help Margaret and inspired her. Nivedita went to India and became India&rsquo;s veritable pride. Hers was the heart that knew no despair. Just before she passed behind the curtain of eternity, she uttered under her breath, &ldquo;The boat is sinking, but I shall see the sunrise.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I wish to offer my humble talk to the hallowed memory of Sister Nivedita, Margaret Noble of Ireland.</p>
<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_e7k6l05"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_e7k6l05">1.</a> from The Oneness of the Eastern Heart and the Western Mind a collection of university lectures by Sri Chinmoy</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_4end34h"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_4end34h">2.</a> from: The Master Speaks To The Puerto Rican Disciples, Part 2 by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
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<p>Run and become, become and run.<br/>
Run to succeed in the outer world<br/>
Become to proceed in the inner world</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy's love of sport began in his youth. After the loss of both parents when only twelve years old, the young Chinmoy left Bengal and went to live with his elder siblings at a spiritual community in South India.</p>
<p>Here, at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, the ashramites practised an "integral yoga", which included western sports such as track and field athletics, volleyball and football in addition to the more typically eastern practises such as yoga meditation, devotional music and writing spiritual poetry. Sport was seen as an essential ingredient in a holistic way of living, bringing the optimum health required for a dynamic spiritual life.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/us/sri_chinmoy/ashram-run-start.png" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy soon became the champion decathlete at the ashram, training at the track for a long time each day in addition to the many hours he spent in meditation. Although he competed with all his ability, he always did so in the spirit of "Self Transcendence" - competing with himself rather than the other athletes, striving to reach personal goals and then go beyond them, setting ever new and challenging targets.</p>
<p>After coming to the west in 1964, Sri Chinmoy became a spiritual teacher to a small but dedicated group of students in the mid to late sixties. His following grew to many hundreds through the early seventies, and the Sri Chinmoy Centre began to expand internationally. Around this time, Sri Chinmoy began to introduce sports as a centre activity. He had resumed his running career, focusing now on road running rather than track work, and training for marathons and later ultramarathons. Again, the philosophy was one of Self Transcendence, each individual seeking to go beyond their own limits and bring forward their inner, spiritual potential. As well as the obvious health benefits that running brings, Sri Chinmoy saw an inspiring spiritual dimension in running.</p>
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<p>Running offers us the message of transcendence. In our running, every day we are aiming at a new goal....every day we are running towards a goal, but when we reach that goal, we want to go still farther. Either we want to improve our timing or increase our distance. There is no end. Running means continual transcendence, and that is also the message of our inner life.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy founded the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team in 1977 as a service to the running community and to help promote spiritual growth through sports.</p>
<p>Over the years, the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team has become the world's largest sponsor of ultra-distance running and a major organiser of road races, marathons,triathlons,multi-sport events, long-distance swimming events and Master's track-and-field meets. It has hosted several national championships, and numerous world records have been set in its races.</p>
<p>In the early years of the "running boom," these events established standards and levels of service to participants that have now become commonplace: regular drink stations, post-race food and prizes right up the age groups to 70+ years. Sri Chinmoy and his students have always seen competition as a positive thing, provided it is taken in the right spirit - as a vehicle for achieving one's own full potential.</p>
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<p>Competition is good, provided it is the competition of Self-Transcendence and not the competition of ego-demonstration.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/nz/sri_chinmoy/biography_of_sri_chinmoy/bioimages/sri_chinmoy_meditates.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy is a spiritual teacher. Throughout his life, he demonstrated the power of meditation and how it could be applied to everyday living.</p>
<p>Born in 1931 in the Bengal area of what was then India, he spent 20 years in a spiritual community in southern India, meditating for up to eight hours a day and attaining the high meditative states known as <em>nirvikalpa samadhi</em> (where one is immersed in the Highest), and then <em>sahaja samadhi</em>, where one can be in the same high state as nirvikalpa samadhi and still be involved in daily activities.</p>
<p>In 1964, Sri Chinmoy came to America to be of service to the growing number of people interested in meditation and spiritual life, and settled in New York, where he lived until his passing on 11 October 2007. He held twice weekly meditations for the staff and delegates at the United Nations, having been invited to do so in 1970 by the Secretary-General at the time, U Thant.</p>
<p>He frequently travelled to meet with his students, perform concerts of meditative music, share his meditative insights with leaders and dignitaries from around the globe. He visited Ireland three times, giving talks in Trinity College and meeting with Presidents Eamon De Valera and Erskine Childers in 1973 and 1974.</p>
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<li><a href="#philosophy">Sri Chinmoy's philosophy</a></li>
<li>Accomplishments:  • <a href="#music">Music</a>   • <a href="#athletics">Athletics</a>   • <a href="#art">Art</a>   • <a href="#poetry">Poetry</a></li>
<li><a href="#ireland">Sri Chinmoy and Ireland</a></li>
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<h2><a name="philosophy" id="philosophy">Sri Chinmoy's philosophy</a></h2>
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  Sri Chinmoy described his path as a path of the heart rather than the mind: the mind often causes division, but when we use our hearts we try to connect with others and see the good inside each human being.
<p>Sri Chinmoy authored around 1,600 books consisting of university lectures, poems and Q&amp;A sessions on every facet of the spiritual life.</p>
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<h3>A few elements of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy:</h3>
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<li><strong>Spirituality is universal.</strong> Sri Chinmoy grew up in a Hindu family; however, on the strength of his inner experiences, he saw that all approaches to Truth lead to the same goal. Sri Chinmoy's own approach is one combines the best qualities of both East and West, blending Eastern poise and contemplation with Western dynamism and enthusiasm to create a meditation path that can be brought into everyday living.<br/>
Sri Chinmoy's conviction that all paths lead to the same goal led him to become a powerful advocate in the interfaith movement. He twice performed the opening meditation at the World Parliament of Religion, and took part in many interfaith events in the United Nations.</li>
<li><strong>Spirituality means the acceptance of life.</strong> Meditation sometimes is wrongly percieved as being an escape from the world and all its problems. Real spirituality is not an escape from reality, but is a tool which will give you the inner strength to face life's challenges and live life to the full.</li>
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<li><strong>Anything positive can be made a part of your spiritual discipline.</strong> Sri Chinmoy showed that art, poetry, athletics and music can all be used to great effect in the journey of self-discovery.</li>
<li><strong>Spirituality is not just another commodity.</strong> Sri Chinmoy's spiritual guidance, as well as the many meditative concerts he performed worldwide, was offered free of charge, in the belief that self-discovery is not something to be bought or sold. The Sri Chinmoy Centre continues this legacy by offering meditation classes, concerts and other cultural events free of charge.</li>
<li><strong>The most important spiritual quality to cultivate is gratitude.</strong></li>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy made it very clear that his approach was not a religion, and that people of all religions and none were welcome to study meditation with him.</p>
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<h2>Accomplishments</h2>
<p>During his lifetime, Sri Chinmoy entered into many different fields of human endeavour, with the goal of inspiring people to bring out their own inner potential.</p>
<h3><a name="music" id="music">Musical concerts</a></h3>
<p><em>See also: <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/maestrosrichinmoy">Concerts for Inner Peace</a></em></p>
<p>In 1984, Sri Chinmoy began to offer free concerts of meditative music - these concerts were called Peace Concerts, or sometimes Concerts of Prayerful Music. By the time of his passing in 2007, he had offered almost 800 such concerts including such prestigious venues as London's Royal Albert Hall, New York's Carnegie Hall and the Sydney Opera House.</p>
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<p>"One had the feeling that the audience had come not only for the music, but also for what was between the compositions, that is, the inner peace that the sounds only served to prolong."</p>
<p><strong>Review in Le Monde, France</strong></p>
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<p>During a concert, Sri Chinmoy would play his compositions on a range of Eastern instruments (esraj, harmonium, bansuri) and Western instruments (cello, flute), as well as powerful improvisations on piano and synthesiser. His concerts often attracted large crowds, for example 8,000 in Cologne, 16,000 in Prague and 20,000 in Montreal.</p>
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<figcaption>A peace concert in Budapest, 2005</figcaption>
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<h3><a name="athletics" id="athletics">Athletics</a></h3>
<p>In his youth, Sri Chinmoy excelled in sprinting. In his late forties, he begain running longer races, and completed 22 marathons and five ultra-marathons. He saw sports as a very natural complement to spiritual life, in that it helped keep the body fit but also provided a way to go beyond what one had previously dreamt possible.</p>
<p>In his later years, he turned to weightlifting and achieved numerous remarkable feats in this area, which he credited to the inner strength that can come when the mind is silent. In particular he sought to inspire older people with his weightlifting, with the message that 'Age is only in the mind, never in the heart'.</p>
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<p>In 1977 he founded the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team to organise races around the world as a service to the running community, which over the years has pioneered many important developments in endurance events. Every June since 1997, it stages what is currently the world's longest certified road race - the 3100 Mile Self Transcendence Race. Sri Chinmoy placed a lot of emphasis on 'self-transcendence' - competing with your own capacities instead of with others - as a pathway to happiness.</p>
<h3><a name="art" id="art">Art</a></h3>
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<p>Since 1974 Sri Chinmoy created over 140,000 abstract paintings in a style that he called in his native Bengali "Jharna-Kala" or "Fountain-Art" - art flowing directly from the inner source.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy calls his artwork “Jharna-Kala”, which is Bengali for “fountain-art.” The name reflects the spontaneous fountain of creativity he experiences through meditation.</p>
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<p>The whole picture does not come to me at once. As I start painting, I see a streak of light right ahead of me and devotedly I try to follow that streak of light. But on some rare occasions the light is so powerful that I envision the painting long before I have actually touched the paper, I don’t bring it forth; it comes to the fore from within, In the light the colour is there. Each time I see the streak of light, I see the colour.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong><br/>
<em>describing his painting process</em></p>
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<p>In 1991, he began creating a series of bird drawings titled 'Dream-Freedom-Peace-Birds' or 'Soul-birds'. Sri Chinmoy felt that the bird drawings embodied the freedom of the human soul to fly in Infinity's sky. Between 1991 and 2007, he drew over 16 million of these birds.</p>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy drawing 'soul-birds' in his house</figcaption>
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<h4><a name="poetry" id="poetry">Poetry and Aphorisms</a></h4>
<p>Sri Chinmoy began writing poetry in his early adolescence, around the same time that he was achieving his first major realisations in spirituality.  His poems express a broad range of spiritual emotion, from the doubts and fears of the wavering pilgrim to the blissful realisations of the illumined master.</p>
<p>Here are a couple of selections from <em>My Flute</em>, his first collection of poetry:</p>
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<p><strong>The Absolute</strong></p>
<p>No mind, no form, I only exist;<br/>
Now ceased all will and thought;<br/>
The final end of Nature's dance,<br/>
I am It whom I have sought.<br/>
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A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;<br/>
Beyond both knower and known;<br/>
A rest immense I enjoy at last;<br/>
I face the One alone.<br/>
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I have crossed the secret ways of life,<br/>
I have become the Goal.<br/>
The Truth immutable is revealed;<br/>
I am the way, the God-Soul.<br/>
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My spirit aware of all the heights,<br/>
I am mute in the core of the Sun.<br/>
I barter nothing with time and deeds;<br/>
My cosmic play is done.</p>
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<p><strong>The Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme.</strong></p>
<p>We are the pilgrims of the Lord Supreme<br/>
On the Path of Infinity.<br/>
At this time we have broken asunder<br/>
Obstruction’s door.<br/>
We have broken asunder<br/>
The night of tenebrous darkness, inconscience<br/>
And the eternal, indomitable fear of death.<br/>
The Boat of the supernal Light’s dawn<br/>
Is beckoning us,<br/>
And the World-Pilot<br/>
Of the hallowed bond of Love divine<br/>
Is beckoning us.<br/>
The Liberator’s Hands are drawing us<br/>
To the Ocean of the great Unknown.<br/>
Having conquered the life-breath<br/>
Of the Land of Immortality,<br/>
And carrying aloft the Banner<br/>
Of the Lord Supreme,<br/>
We shall return —<br/>
We, the drops and flames<br/>
Of transformation-light.</p>
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<p>In recent years Sri Chinmoy turned increasingly to aphorisms - short prayerful evocations of deep inner truth. Reading and absorbing these aphorisms is a meditative practice in itself.</p>
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<p>God's first Smile was born<br/>
The day humanity awoke<br/>
To His Light.                  </p>
<p>Be kind, be all sympathy,                   <br/>
For each and every human being                   <br/>
Is forced to fight against himself.</p>
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<p>Sri Chinmoy published 3 large collections of poetry and aphorisms:</p>
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<li>Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, written between 1978 and 1983</li>
<li>Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, written between 1983 and 1998.</li>
<li>At the time of his passing in October 2007, Sri Chinmoy was more than half-way through completing a collection of 77,000 aphorisms entitled <em>Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees.</em></li>
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<figcaption>Sri Chinmoy's 'Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants' series was published in 270 volumes of 100 poems each.</figcaption>
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<p>He also wrote many smaller collections such as the Dance of Life, and the Wings of Light.</p>
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<h3><a name="ireland" id="ireland">Sri Chinmoy in Ireland</a></h3>
<p>In the 1960's and 70's Sri Chinmoy gave university lectures all over the world, including 3 lectures at Trinity College, Dublin.</p>
<p><img alt="devalera-small.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/featured-images/ie/devalera-small.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 1973 he met with President Éamon de Valera in Aras an Úachtaráin, a meeting which Sri Chinmoy would fondly remember for the rest of his life (Read <a href="/sri-chinmoys-meeting-president-de-valera">transcript of meeting</a>). He also met with President Erskine Childers in 1974.</p>
<p>In 1988, Sri Chinmoy inaugurated the<em> Lifting Up the World with a Oneness-Heart Award</em>, which recognised the achievements of men and women of inspiration everywhere. In 2004 he met with former President and UN High Commissioner Mary Robinson and presented her with this award. He also presented the award to Northern Irish Nobel laureate Mairead Maguire in 2005.</p></div></div>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy describes his path</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/ourpath/sb3" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<h4>Our Path - a talk by Sri Chinmoy</h4>
<p>"Our path is basically the path of the heart and not the path of the mind. This does not mean that we are criticising the path of the mind. Far from it. We just feel that the path of the heart leads us faster towards our goal."</p>
<p><a class="button" href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/our_path1/our_path">Full text on www.srichinmoycentre.org</a></p>
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<h4>Questions</h4>
<p>Sri Chinmoy answers some questions frequently asked about his spiritual path, and about spirituality in general.</p>
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<li><a href="#notareligion">You say that yours is a path and not a religion, is that correct?</a></li>
<li><a href="#experiences">How did you obtain the inner experiences on which your philosophy is based?</a></li>
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<h2>Questions</h2>
<p><em><a name="notareligion" id="notareligion"></a>Question: Many religions claim that the Gods of other religions are false and only their God is the right one. You speak of the Supreme, but this does not seem to be a specific God to the exclusion of all other Gods. It is everyone's God, somehow. Your students are not strictly following a religion, but a path. Is that correct?</em></p>
<p><i>Sri Chinmoy:</i> God is like a tree. A tree has many branches. Each branch is powerful, but without the trunk, there can be no branches. God is the trunk of the tree. If one particular religion claims that their saviour is the only saviour, we cannot agree with them.</p>
<p>...To me, each religion is like a house. Today you have come from your house, and I have come from my house. Together we are meeting at this restaurant. In exactly the same way, all religions have to feel that they are only representing different houses. But we can all meet together in the same inner school <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref1_ilgt7kc" title="from Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 32" href="#footnote1_ilgt7kc">1</a></p>
<p><i>Question:</i> <i>You say that yours is a path, not a religion. But after the teacher of the path leaves, it becomes a religion, like Buddhism, for example,and it stands against other religions.</i></p>
<p><i>Sri Chinmoy:</i> In my case, I only speak about the soul. My philosophy is that the soul is the only reality and at every second we have to listen to our souls. I have not said a word against any religion. On the contrary, I have expressed the greatest love, admiration and adoration for the Saviour Christ, the Buddha, Sri Krishna and the spiritual Masters associated with other religions. So why should my path become a religion and stand against other religions? My writings will make it very, very clear that I was not a man who directly or indirectly tried to establish a new religion. After my departure, the world will see only my creations. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref2_lsqbi96" title="from Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 10" href="#footnote2_lsqbi96">2</a></p>
<p><em><a name="experiences" id="experiences"></a>Question: You say your philosophy is based on your inner experiences. How did you get these experiences?</em></p>
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<p><i>Sri Chinmoy:</i> From meditation. From my concentration, meditation and contemplation. I was in a spiritual community for twenty years. Similarly, if you spend fourteen, sixteen, twenty years in spiritual practices, naturally you will also get inner knowledge in abundant measure. From the ages of twelve through thirty-two, I went through rigorous spiritual discipline: concentration, meditation, Yoga. It took me eight hours, ten hours, twelve hours, fourteen hours of meditation daily to achieve what I have right now. When you study in school and get your master's degree, you start offering your knowledge to the world at large. In the inner life, also, when one concentrates, meditates and contemplates, one enters into the world of inner Wisdom, inner Light. From there he can bring to the fore at his sweet will the Light, Bliss and Power that he has achieved and offer it to others. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref3_5xa8jez" title="Excerpt from Meditation: God Speaks And I Listen, Part 2 by Sri Chinmoy." href="#footnote3_5xa8jez">3</a></p>
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<p><em><a name="religion" id="religion"></a>Question:What is your view of religion? Why are so many religions not friendly with each other?</em></p>
<p><i>Sri Chinmoy:</i> The essence of every religion is love of God. There is not a single religion that does not tell us to love God. The problem comes with the followers of religion. Very often they say, "My religion is by far the best, whereas your religion is very bad." The followers of the different religions are like children in a family. The children have the same parents and receive the same affection, love and compassion from their parents. But still the children quarrel and fight. If one sister sees that another sister is more beautiful, then immediately she becomes jealous and quarrels with the other one. If one brother sees that another brother is more powerful, immediately the weak one speaks ill of the strong one. Again, in a family, many times one brother will say, "I know better than anybody!" and the other brother will say, "No, I know better than you!" Similarly, each religion will tell its brother and sister religions, "I know more about the Heavenly Father than you do." Or they will say, "My way of loving God is the only correct way, and your way is wrong." So, quite often it happens that there is quarrelling and fighting among the various religions.</p>
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<p>But one thing all religions agree on is love of God. And if we really love someone, we feel our oneness with that person. So if we really love God and feel our oneness with God, we will also feel our oneness with God?s creation. In the inmost depths of our heart we know that we are all one, but then pride enters into us and we tell others, "I do not need you." But we <i>do</i> need one another. We are all part and parcel of the same existence-reality. A tree consists of the trunk, branches, leaves, flowers and fruits. If the trunk says that it does not need the branches or leaves, then what kind of tree will it be? And if the flowers say that they do not need the branches and trunk, then how will they live? So unity has to be established.</p>
<p>When we enter into a garden, immediately we become aware of the beauty, purity and fragrance of the garden. Each flower has its own beauty, but the beauty we feel in the garden is the beauty of multiplicity. And this is the beauty that gives us immense joy. Similarly, God gets immense Joy from the multiplicity of the flower-hearts of all His children. <a class="see-footnote" id="footnoteref4_3zrfqd8" title="from Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 11" href="#footnote4_3zrfqd8">4</a></p>
<p><em>Bird drawings: part of Sri Chinmoy's Dream-Freedom Peace-Birds collection.</em></p>
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<ul class="footnotes"><li class="footnote" id="footnote1_ilgt7kc"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref1_ilgt7kc">1.</a> from <i>Sri Chinmoy Answers</i>, part 32</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote2_lsqbi96"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref2_lsqbi96">2.</a> from <i>Sri Chinmoy Answers</i>, part 10</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote3_5xa8jez"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref3_5xa8jez">3.</a> Excerpt from <i>Meditation: God Speaks And I Listen, Part 2 </i>by Sri Chinmoy.</li>
<li class="footnote" id="footnote4_3zrfqd8"><a class="footnote-label" href="#footnoteref4_3zrfqd8">4.</a> from <i>Sri Chinmoy Answers</i>, part 11</li>
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<p>Born in 1931 in the Bengal area of what was then India (now present-day Bangladesh), he lived from the ages of 12 and 32 in a spiritual comminuty in southern India, meditating eight hours a day and achieving very high meditative states. In 1964, Sri Chinmoy came to America to be of service to the growing number of people interested in meditation there, and settled in New York, where he lived until his passing on 11 October 2007.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's philosophy is one that aims to combine the best qualities of both East and West, blending Eastern poise and contemplation with Western dynamism and enthusiasm to create a meditation path that can be brought into everyday living. In the forty-odd years he spent in the West, Sri Chinmoy showed that art, poetry, athletics and music can all be used to great effect in the journey of self-discovery. He frequently travelled to meet with his students and share his meditative insights with leaders and dignitaries from around the globe. Sri Chinmoy's spiritual guidance, as well as the many meditative concerts he performs worldwide, was offered free of charge, in the belief that self-discovery is not something to be bought or sold.</p>
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<h4>Musical concerts</h4>
<p>For twenty years Sri Chinmoy offered almost 800 free concerts of <a href="maestrosrichinmoy">soulful music</a> all around the world....</p>
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<h4>Athletics</h4>
<p>In his youth, Sri Chinmoy excelled in sprinting and later went on to marathons and ultra-marathons. The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, which Sri Chinmoy founded in 1977, has been the source of many pioneering achievements in endurance events. <a href="runandbecome">Read more...</a></p>
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<h4>Painting from the source</h4>
<p>Since 1974 Sri Chinmoy <a href="painting">painted</a> over 200,000 mystical paintings in a style that he called in his native Bengali "Jharna-Kala" or "Fountain-Art" - art flowing directly from the inner source.</p>
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<h4>Poetry</h4>
<p>Sri Chinmoy wrote <a href="poetry">poetry</a> and aphorisms ever since he was a teenager, and each of his poems shine a light on some aspect of the spiritual life.</p>
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<h4>Sri Chinmoy in Ireland</h4>
<p>Sri Chinmoy <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/srichinmoyinireland">visited Ireland</a> three times in the early seventies, meeting with Presidents Eamon de Valera and Erskine Childers and giving lectures for the general public in Trinity College.</p>
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<h2>When Daylight Comes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    When daylight comes<br/>
    you roam the crinkled shores<br/>
    stride out to a beckoning emptiness.<br/>
    Wednesday’s sun flares up<br/>
    from the crook of grey hills.<br/>
    Your footprints weave<br/>
    the virgin wastes like an aimless drunk,<br/>
    beetle across this wilderness of rumpled dunes.<br/>
    The sands are a map<br/>
    and last night’s other lives<br/>
    have left their feeble tracks and tiny stories:<br/>
    claw prints of a bittern<br/>
    soft paws, a rabbit under moonlight,<br/>
    stitch marks of a swift predator–<br/>
    millipede, night hunter on the prowl–<br/>
    the strutting bold stride of a pheasant.<br/>
    And here a tiny death–<br/>
    last nocturne of a beetle<br/>
    a black eight-oared boat toiling<br/>
    the mineral heaving dunes<br/>
    it's final furrowed wake in a<br/>
    moonscape’s wrinkled swells<br/>
    till shipwrecked here,<br/>
    speared by a beak at dawn.<br/>
    Sunrise scatters golden light.<br/>
    Frail thing of flesh, you lift<br/>
    stick arms in supplication<br/>
    captive to a sky of cirrus charms<br/>
    eyes raised up<br/>
    to it’s tousled random beauty.<br/>
    Might some grace yet come?<br/>
    Subdued by sea mists<br/>
    the dawn sun stares,<br/>
    a tamed red Gorgon’s eye.<br/>
    You come here sometimes<br/>
    comforted by seas that measure time.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Looking Back</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Midnight at 38,000 feet – in the economy class cabin everyone is sprawled and sleeping as though suddenly anaesthetized. Far below a full moon mirrors itself and multiplies its light on the sea, a flare of phosphorescence, the Pacific shimmering in a blaze of yellow fire. August Celebrations have come and gone and on the long flight home – chasing the moon, locked in the earth's dark march of night – time to reflect on the coming Anniversary of our Guru's passing.</p>
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Almost a year has passed and we have moved from disbelief, shock, grief and tears, across the long trajectory of this first sad year to acceptance, resolve, purposefulness and at last a newly discovered strength. Knowing that we will not simply survive but flourish and prosper, that everything is at it should be. At Aspiration Ground we could ask ourselves a question that would never have occurred before – in what sense, even, is Guru no longer with us?</p>
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These past August evenings Guru's own voice has been there on Kamalakanta's faithful recordings, crystal clear and brimming with livingness, teaching us His poem-prayers again – and we would recite them back once more at His prompting. He is there in the Transcendental photographs that we pass as we approach the Temple doors, a walking meditation – my favourite one examines me deeply and I am overwhelmed at how much it embodies everything of Guru's living scrutiny and Being, the omniscience of that gaze that looks into your very depths and summons your own deepest sincerity.</p>
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In the Temple itself beneath the greenscape of sycamores and blue summer sky, Guru's cut-out photo-form rests in His chair, so startlingly lifelike that at first you look in disbelief. And Aspiration Ground itself is saturated with the great currents of spirit – piety, devotion, aspiration, the consciousness generated by a thousand seeking souls, the living Presence of the Master. All of Guru's essence is still here – only the impermanent physical aspect that brought these eternal legacies has gone.</p>
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For us the idea of Guru's 'departing' has also undergone a genuine shift in understanding, our identification shifting away from the human self we so loved, to everything it embodied and which now will eternally remain, especially our feeling of the inner link and the teachings and training He imparted. This Guru is eternal both through His undying personal connection with us and through His vast legacy of art, literature, poetry, deeds and teachings. Over the past year this understanding has become more real for each disciple – Guru is here with us, accessible and felt through meditation, through the magnetic currents of devotion and faith, through service and manifestation and the secret personal ways we each have. In the light of this understanding it seems almost foolish to say He has gone. And Guru himself writes of His disciples: "I am bound to them... wherever I go after I leave the earth plane, I shall have to be inside my disciples."</p>
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It seems extraordinary, but I believe that this is quite literally true and that Guru is now a part of us – that He has poured Himself into each one of us and we can feel this when we are at our most exemplary. Guru is our most illumined part, the highest Self within. "My light will live in and through you people: it will live in the Universal consciousness."</p>
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Since last October, there seems to have been two other strong and consecutive reactions. One is a necessity we have all felt to meditate more and to keep the inner foundations of our discipleship very strong. To hold fast to the personal disciplines that Guru taught us and that define our discipleship – prayer and meditation, physical wellbeing and fitness, our songs and our service. To seek the safe-haven of other disciples and the grace that our chosen manifestation tasks always brings. To go to as many Celebrations as we can and not allow our mind to say, "Too poor, too busy, too stressful". For these customs and practices are the individual strands which together tie us to the path, maintain the inner lines of communication between master and disciple, nourish our very souls.</p>
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Then to avoid, too, the opposites of all this – too much exposure to the world with the gravitational descent into ordinariness which this always brings, so subtle and imperceptible that we hardly notice we have fallen from aspiration and purpose.</p>
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The second has been the impulse to manifest more, to organize ourselves to spread Guru's music, literature, art, His universal teachings and the message of spiritual awakening to every part of our planet. Guru trained us both as yogis and as warriors. " The more you can create or develop inner concern for humanity and for my mission, and the sooner you have love for my realization, the quicker will be your inner progress." And here: "If the channel is perfect, then it is I who pass through that channel".</p>
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I liked Shambhu's August 27 Birthday speech to the same effect, that it is we who we are now Guru's arms and legs and voice. Are we not all feeling now what Guru so often told us, that "each individual soul has to accomplish something unique here on earth before it passes behind the curtain of Eternity. Each individual soul has a message, a special gift, to offer to Mother Earth".</p>
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A very long time ago when I was a child, in a dream one night I saw myself as a tiny figure standing in the palms of two enormous encircling hands that placed me very gently on the ground. The hands would return for me later, I was made to understand. This memory would be an enduring reminder of some other world from which we have come and to which we will some day return – and I think now of my own small part in Guru's mission as my earth task and of Guru's hands as the cause and manner of my eventual departing. Almost a year has passed since our greatly loved Teacher gave up the physical aspect of His existence, and we are each learning anew how to protect our discipleship, how to more clearly understand our role, how to navigate our way. Those hands that placed us on earth and encouraged our tasks have withdrawn for now but will one day return again.</p>
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We who knew Him and who became filled with His purpose have much to do. Sometimes in my life I can't but help marvel at everything and wonder to myself, why has this extraordinary grace come into our lives that we are disciples of this great Master, what boon was granted, what have we done in some forgotten time that earned this redeeming compassion, and how is it that we have been given this devotion, tiny though it is, and this impulse to serve when the world is so full of enchantments? I remember reading somewhere a comment by Shankaracharya that "rare indeed" is a human birth, even more so when accompanied by a longing for liberation and in the protecting care of a perfected sage.</p>
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Guru also tells us: "Those who are my direct disciples are so lucky... they will get tremendous joy because they can say, 'we danced with our Master when he was in the physical. We sang with him, we laughed and cried with him, we ran with him.' When I went to the earth-room, you were there with me; and when I go to the other room in Heaven, you will also be there with me...".</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Mercedes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>This morning I came across these sketches from a 2007 trip to our Christchurch centre and had to smile at things remembered. On this particular joy weekend I was entrusted with a local disciple's father's car – a gleaming new 2007 Mercedes Benz!</p>
<p><img alt="Black Mercedes" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/mercedes.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This thing of beauty elevated my popularity to almost celebrity status and all weekend I was lionized, the favoured one. Even a short whirl to the local deli attracted a gaggle of doting fans. Jade kept pestering me for a 'spin' – on the winding uphill roads on a day trip to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akaroa" title="Akaroa – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Akaroa</a> I foolishly agreed and he took the captain's seat, slipping the multiple option gear box into 'sports' mode and giving us all a gleeful look and rather worrying, anticipatory thumbs-up. Then for the next twenty miles or so, a rally style nail-biter, gravity and acceleration pressing us, I pale and mumbling about restraint, back into our seats while Jade put our high-spirited Black Beauty through her paces. Putting on my seat belt, a new experience, and secretly pleased to know that an air bag was waiting to cushion the impact if – 'when' seemed more likely – we ended our journey over an embankment. Wondering how to tell the owner-father, while in the back seat much whooping and merriment.</p>
<p>Driving somewhere and actually being confident of arriving without a breakdown is a new and pleasurable experience for me and I began to wonder about this new challenge to my detachment. It's easy to feel aloof to worldly things when you can't afford them and when you drive a battered old 1980s Mitsi, but when you've been handed the keys to one of the most elegant and powerful automobiles on the planet – a pinnacle of human genius and engineering - your steely asceticism can easily turn to mush. First stirrings of a new desire, a far-off car lust.</p>
<p>At the Hilltop Cafe above Akaroa I sipped a chocolate milkshake, happy to still be among the living, and unmaimed. Reading in the paper a funny true story about a local man being assaulted with a hedgehog, a grenade style overhead lob that implanted a number of painful quills into the victim's derriere. No word on the fate of the poor hedgehog. A couple with much travelled suitcases sat at the counter and asked the owner about rides to the far away airport – they were off to Australia. I said "Why are you going there? This is such a special place". They seemed unhappy, trapped in some compulsion of travel and perpetual motion though unready to admit that it had failed to satisfy.</p>
<p>On the pretext of retrieving something from the car I got the keys back off Jade and commandeered the drive back to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christchurch" title="Christchurch – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Christchurch</a>, squealing the tyres sometimes on the hairpins and switchbacks to avoid appearing prudish or constrained. Subdued murmurs of approval from the back seat. We hadn't bothered driving down to Akaroa township, a must-see tourist destination first colonized by the conquistadorial French, because we were too enchanted with our gleaming black Merc, our new toy. I told everyone about the hedgehog story. Someone told a story about one of our Auckland girls – our national phone company had offered a weekend promotion, call anywhere for as long as you like for only five dollars, and Jyothi had called her family and relatives in India and talked for twenty eight hours! Gasps of admiring incredulity.</p>
<p>Evening was falling, the last of the sun winking in the mirrored windows of farm cottages as though signalling our coming. We were driving without any real destination, unburdened by obligation or time, enjoying the open road and freedom and the sense of peace and reprieve that purposelessness often brings. I was enjoying that numinous feeling often conferred by landscape, open highways, big sky and those in-between spaces in one's life where we are no longer caught by our own story.....that rare and random stillness and quiet joy that comes when awareness is freed of mind and self, consciousness unqualified by thought. Here the memories and images of the day linger, distilled as the fragrance of living itself: the Lilliputian cottages of Akaroa clustered far below against the blue-green bay; the two travellers consumed by their own travelogue, caught in a fable and waiting wearily for a bus; the Mercedes untethered and howling up the mountain roads; advent of evening, those wind brushed skeins of high-up cirrus turning into copper tones and gold; and through the open car window, redolence of sea. Everything poignant, miraculous and charming in the funny way of things.....the gratuitous beauty of life.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Pondering on Writing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Cross Street Festival, Auckland" title="Cross Street Festival, Auckland" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/cross-street-carnival.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Today in Karangahape Road where I live they were having a colourful <a href="https://www.karangahaperoad.com/" title="Cross Street Carnival">street carnival</a>. In the throng of young people many had arm and ankle tattoos and dyed hair – red, blue, purple, yellow – and wore strange, brightly coloured clothing, body jewellery, a philosophical and fashion cult.</p>
<p>I was like an alien in my glaringly unadventurous clothing and drab grey shaven locks. Tonight, a free Saturday evening, I had sat down to write a few lines, perhaps capture a little of the quirky charm of it all, but only one sentence into my task I asked myself, why bother? And instead, wondering about writing itself.</p>
<p>On reflection I think that a good part of my own earliest impulse to write came from a melancholy at a vanishing world, that the things and people that sparkled most brightly were disappearing into oblivion. Writing preserves their warm life, plucks them from the abyss-like a child putting the miracle of a butterfly into a glass bottle, then revisiting this memento half a lifetime later to remember and ponder the topography of his life. The writing and the butterfly are ciphers and landmarks on the journey and intended only for himself.</p>
<p>Where feeling is strong, the writing can be alive and capture a piece of living with such fidelity, as of a mallard or a woodgrouse pressed whole between the pages of a book. The author immortalises a world much larger than his own small life, and though at its centre, celebrates only the vanishing and changing pageantry all around him. He takes in only what he sees – he or she is only a presence, a shadow, a compère revealing the world before it slips away from him with its rich bounty and all of its marvellous oddities.</p>
<p>But there are aspects of writing, too, other than celebration or the attempt to hoard and remember or leave self-testimony – touches of egotism and self-proclamation, confession or contrition, the wish for order, clarity and understanding or writing with one eye on immortality. Or that impulse behind the stick figures of bison and horsemen and antelope left by the ancient cave dwellers. ‘I was here, I lived and died, this is what I saw.’</p>
<p>Writing too is an act of sharing with those we love, and an act of love offered to those we have never met. It can be an exaltation or an exultation; a great cry of the heart; a primal impulse to make contact. It has something in it too, of the motive behind the ‘sounds and images of earth’ capsules fired out into deep space, a potpourri of our planet’s livingness, it’s astonishing and glorious and awful history, drifting out there in the cold black reaches of the universe to communicate, tell others that we are here. ‘Can you hear us?’</p>
<p>The writer, too, sends these signals out, seeking an empathetic heart with whom to commune and complement his or her emptiness and yearnings. An existential loneliness, crying out into the great interstellar void for solace and company and understanding.</p>
<p>In our more heartfelt writing we perhaps do the same, our words the ochreous cave sketches of our ancestors, reaching out past our life and death to some union or communion that is not easily understood. The artist’s legacy survives long after his brief life – what he conveys, the glimpses of what he felt and was, communicate and touch other’s sensibilities in a continuum. Thus the 10,000-year-old imprint of the human hand on an ancient cliff face fascinates us. We place our hand over theirs, over the pigmented fingers and palm of one who roamed here in distant millennia; dream of long ago, feel the whisper of eternity and the chill breath of our own mortality, the stirring of ineluctable questions so often concealed for their starkness.</p>
<p>But writing too is an expression of our jubilation and delight, as simple as the sap rising up into the tree and producing all of its lovely fruits and flowers. Each poem, song, an outpouring and flowering of spirit, simple and pure, requiring no need of analysis or understanding, no audience or listener or appreciation and as inevitable and easy as an incoming tide.</p>
<p><em>"Art is the outer vesture of love,"</em> writes <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>. <em>"Art, like love, is a force of oneness with the infinite. When we create a piece of art, we are really re-creating or reflecting some beauty of the Infinite."</em></p>
<p>Hello, is anybody out there?</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>A soulful visit to New York: a year since our teacher&#039;s passing</h2><div class="field-item"><p>&nbsp;When Sri Chinmoy was with us physically, our visits to New York always turned out to be a whirlwind of activity, combining meditation with musical and artistic performances, athletics and a whole host of other activities. Since Sri Chinmoy&#39;s passing, I have visited New York in both April and August this year, and revelled in the same unique blend of inner stillness and outer activity. This time however, the visit was different - it was all about meditation, silence and inner reflection.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy would gather with his students in a beautiful open-air meditation space called Aspiration-Ground - and it is here that his body was laid to rest upon his passing. Over the weekend of October 11 (the day when Sri Chinmoy passed away) Aspiration-Ground wes open 24 hours a day, and we could come and go as we wished to melt into the atmosphere permeated with spirituality. During the day, we had the opportunity to offer candles, flowers and incense at the Samadhi, or burial place, and meditate there. Musical groups and singers - the very same musicians Sri Chinmoy loved to hear perform - filled the air with beautiful performances of the many mantric songs Sri Chinmoy composed during his lifetime. When night time fell, the entire grounds were lit up by what seemed like a million and one candles, giving the place an unearthly beauty.</p>
<p>The days and weeks following our teacher&#39;s passing was a very special time for all of us. Aside from the sadness we all felt at not having our teacher physically present anymore, it was also a incredibly spiritually transformative experience, as we could feel the inner guidance more powerfully than ever before. Once, Sri Chinmoy remarked <em>&ldquo;as long as I am alive, I will definitely tell the whole world that the soul exists. For me, the body, mind and vital are all unreal. Only the soul, which is eternal and immortal, is real.&rdquo;</em> Now that we no longer have him physically with us ,we are truly coming to learn what that means. For me, this,visit served both as an affirmation of that inner guidance and as a reminder that in the spiritual life, there really is no death, just a transition from one phase to another.</p>
<p><em>&quot;When you go to sleep, you do not say, &quot;O my God, I have no idea if I will ever wake up tomorrow!&quot; No, when you are tired you go to your bedroom, and the next morning, when your body is refreshed, you wake up. Similarly, in your existence-house you have one room called death and one room called life. When you become tired and want to take rest, you will go to your other room, which is called death. You have to feel that both rooms belong to you and are part and parcel of your existence. Right now you feel that when you enter into your sleeping room, all the happiness that you are presently enjoying will be destroyed. But that is not the case. If you pray and meditate, you will realise that death is only a temporary rest.&quot;</em> - Sri Chinmoy</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2008/a-soulful-visit-to-new-york">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>People Have More Skills Than They Realise</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Did you know that Jogyata used to ride a horse at full gallop whilst rolling up a cigarette with one hand? He can also accurately recite hours of Wordsworth and Banjo Patterson off the top of his head. People have more skills than they realise...</p>
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<p>Through having a latent talent or just by using multi-tasking skills developed over a period of time, people can do the most phenomenal things without thinking twice. For instance, <a href="/Members/sophie_butler">Sophie</a> can hold her breath underwater for several lengths of a regular-sized pool, and she can chop mushrooms extremely fast <em>(she sounds like a woodpecker!)</em>; <a href="http://www.shardul.co.nz/">Shardul</a> can slide down the Centre stairs on his belly doing a fair impression of a seal; with a pencil and paper, my mother can add long numbers together faster than a calculator! You just cannot look at a person and tell what unusual skill or trait is lurking behind the serene countenance.</p>
<p>Some people are world-class standard and do not even realise it. Nishima can completely make a professional clown costume in half an hour. I bet if there was a category for that, she would win the Guinness Record for doing it. There are so many unsung people in the world who can do fantastic and laudable things. Barney can run for days at a stretch; <a href="/Members/nicholas_file">Nick</a> can fix anything; <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/mark_harvey">Mark</a> can programme anything; and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/thomas_mcguire">Tom</a> can eat more than anybody except Utthal. They are all world-class in their fields but you would never guess it by looking at them.</p>
<p>By the way, I am experienced in the handling of radioactive isotopes, and can also play a Tyrolean yodelling accompaniment on the piano accordion whilst blindfolded. <em>Beat that!</em></p>
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<h2>A Weekend of Teamwork</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Organising free classes of yoga and meditation for the general public can be expensive, especially when one takes into account rental of city centre venues. Now and again we have to have little fundraising projects to help us along. Whilst our objective is to raise money, the ultimate goal is to see these projects as being opportunities to transcend the logistical challenges involved, having joy along the way and not placing too much importance on the results.</p>
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<p>Paula’s family were extremely supportive and let 6 of us stay with them on Saturday night, smiled as we ate them out of house and home and even let us play croquet on the back lawn despite our best attempts to turn it into a contact sport! Mangala’s brother kindly lent us a canopy and equipment to from our stall.</p>
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<p>During the weekend, we managed to perform an impromptu concert for Paula’s family, and we had our center meditation at Paula’s house in the country late on Sunday evening before dinner and heading home.</p>
<p>Being together in this way gives each person a focus on the important things in life – sometimes it’s hard to see these on your own.<br/>
Projects like this are wonderful for bringing people from different backgrounds and areas of expertise in a spirit of oneness and working together as a team:</p>
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<li>Alex was on tea / coffee duty ensuring that kettles were full and boiling at all times and was to be seen on ‘kettle walks’ several times each day.</li>
<li>Vinnie arrived from work on Sunday to bolster up the team on the busiest day.</li>
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<p>We had a very successful outing where everybody in the Centre enjoyed the experience. For a young and growing yoga and meditation center, this weekend demonstrated that working together in a spirit of oneness and joy one can easily overcome challenges both physically and inwardly along each of our journeys!<br/>
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<h2>The Stranding</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Past things lie about like fallen leaves from some long ago summer, rustle underfoot in later years and random recollections. Why, sitting in my chair early this morning did I suddenly remember this uninvited trifle? These light-hearted lines are not serious, no , just the rustling of a few tiny leaves from a far off time when whales and we – a companion and I – all crossed paths, sadly, on an east coast beach...</p>
<p>    When you were nineteen<br/>
    You smoked Gauloises<br/>
    And dressed up for rebellion.<br/>
    Apostasies flowered on your tattooed skin.</p>
<p>    Travellers, at Mahia we stopped awhile<br/>
    From rambling's discontent,<br/>
    Waited out the rains in a cottage by the sea.<br/>
    All day long I dug fence posts<br/>
    On that high-up wind-swept ridge<br/>
    A far-off pencil sketch against the winter sky<br/>
    While you put in a garden.<br/>
    Green-fingered,<br/>
    Everything flourished where you touched.</p>
<p>    All night the tide murmured in our sleep.</p>
<p>    We floated there sometimes<br/>
    On that uneasy frontier, face down<br/>
    Where the reef fell away<br/>
    Into inky depths and darkness.<br/>
    Whales sang from the deep<br/>
    Such mystic, mournful songs<br/>
    And a pod of calves one night beached.<br/>
    The Maori wailed and brought tractors, buckets, ropes...<br/>
    Oh how we toiled and heaved in that freezing sea.<br/>
    You knelt by a huge round eye, prayed and wept.<br/>
    Our hands, heedless, were bloodied from barnacle welts.<br/>
    The listless tide rose at our beckoning,<br/>
    Then pitiless, withdrew.</p>
<p>    Gulls and mongrels connived<br/>
    With the indifferent falling swells.</p>
<p>    You bought a straw hat, noticed<br/>
    Other kinds of strandings, lamented our own.<br/>
    I joined Greenpeace, tried yoga, dreamed of whales<br/>
    With pleading eyes in my restless sleep.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Acorns</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Our parklands are carpeted with autumn's acorns at present, lovely fields of them spreading away under the deep aerial greens of towering oaks—you pick them up in handfuls and marvel at how perfect they are, how different each is from any other. A little seasonal miracle. Out jogging this morning, writing a little jubilatory acorn ode in my head—back home, searching for a pen before I forget.</p>
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In drifts and banks<br/>
of burnished gold<br/>
they mass, those tawny<br/>
roly-poly nuts<br/>
that crunch and crackle<br/>
underfoot in glades you stroll,<br/>
weaponry in the warrior feuds<br/>
of boys. When pigs<br/>
can fly they'll flock<br/>
squealing into this parkland paradise<br/>
gorge, fossick, glut,<br/>
pig-heaven, utopia of nuts<br/>
hand painted each by autumn's<br/>
lovely brush, a palette<br/>
of browns and bronzes, coppery hues<br/>
hardened in the kiln of sun.<br/>
All night long they tumble down<br/>
rattle and patter, clutter<br/>
my eaves, bounce and clatter<br/>
like playful garden gnomes<br/>
lie winter long<br/>
in the nurseries of my gutters<br/>
and while I sleep<br/>
burst quietly into leaf<br/>
take root in loam<br/>
next spring march out<br/>
reclaim their sylvan dynasty.<br/>
Go forth my leafy legions<br/>
repopulate the barren vales<br/>
those former hills of home.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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    and sagacious doctors, majestic in white<br/>
    confer and scurry about.<br/>
    Green lines track and blip across the screens<br/>
    that measure breath, groans, heartbeat,<br/>
    evidence of this, your latest resurrection.<br/>
    Outside, a pastoral scene<br/>
    meadows bursting upwards<br/>
    jubilant with spring, seed-heavy,<br/>
    fragrant with a million<br/>
    scarlet flowers, haven of finches<br/>
    and twittering, earth-bound things.<br/>
    Your own sap blooms<br/>
    through scars and crimson bandages<br/>
    and leaking rivulets, missed by errant nurses.<br/>
    A clock ticks softly<br/>
    reminding us what’s left<br/>
    and other certainties of time<br/>
    that all must pass this way and be bereft.<br/>
    Beyond the window other lives<br/>
    unfold in play<br/>
    and idle cattle stand<br/>
    then nomad clouds, a caravanserai<br/>
    in convoy voyage aimlessly across indifferent sky.<br/>
    The white sheet immaculate<br/>
    hides your grief and wounds.<br/>
    A pulse flutters briefly in your neck<br/>
    a trapped insect trying to get out.<br/>
    You lie, waiting<br/>
    inert upon the bed,<br/>
    pale Lazarus, companion-friend,<br/>
    returning from the dead.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata. (<a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lighter/heart_surgery" title="Heart Surgery | The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas">Source</a>)</p>
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<p>The omens weren’t spectacular for the first day - as soon as we started the rain began and it poured until we arrived at our accommodation 3 hours later and 50km away! We had to climb up the legendary Conor Pass through the mountains (it’s really steep). The scenery was beautiful but with rain falling and the mist all around we could only see a little bit in each direction. It was a great experience all the same and Ambarish had a great feed of Pasta ready when we arrived (soaking wet) at the hostel in Dingle.</p>
<p>The second day it didn’t rain at all. Most of the cycling took place on two large mountainous peninsulas and we had lovely cycle all along the coastline. We even did some cycling on the beach. Overall we did just over 100km, which was a nice work out for our legs. The was more than enough for everyone except Tejvan who, as one of the best amateur cyclist in England, clocked up more and more miles as he cycled back and forth. On Saturday morning we set off on a boat trip to the Skellig Islands, 8 miles off the coast of Kerry. We were blessed with the weather all day long. The Captain of the boat said it was the best day he had seen for at least two weeks.</p>
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<div>As soon as we docked on Skellig Michael the clouds dispersed and the sun began to shine. What a beautiful Island this is, it looks just like a mountain rising from the sea. In medieval times early Christian monks settled on the Island and built a monastery on top. It’s incredible how they managed to sur- vive on this small, secluded island. The monastery itself was an amazing array of stone huts built in a honeycombed fashion with surrounding stonewalls. There was a great sense of peace there.<br/>
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<div>After a relaxing lunch in the sun we set off for the mainland once more. Some of us even managed take a nap on the way back despite the bumpy ride. Back in Caherciveen once more, we began our cycle into the countryside. This time we had only thirty kilometres to do in to the mountains and through the valley. For an hour or so we cycled along at a leisurely pace with only one or two steep hills tackle. Then we cycled further into the wilderness and down into the valley.</div>
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<div>The only problem was that there was a road entering both sides of the valley but a mountain ridge cut one side of from the other. No problem! The map showed a walking trail so we assumed (never assume!) that we could easily walk over with our bikes. Not the case! It was open country so we spent the next hour hiking over the ridge carrying our bikes on our backs!</div>
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<div>The upside was that we witnessed the unparalleled beauty of the scenery and when we finally made it to the road on the other side we enjoy a beautiful cycle by a serene lake.</div>
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<div>On Sunday we set off for Killarney and on pathways winding through woods and along the Lakes of Killarney national park. All good things have to end sometime, and so from Killarney we set off for Dublin, but not before poilishing off a sizeable amount of tea and dessert. Heres to an even bigger and better cycling trip in 2009!</div>
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<li>See more pictures in our <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/ie/2008/cycling">gallery....</a></li>
<li>Tejvan Pettinger came from Oxford and wrote about it on the <a href="http://cycling.srichinmoyraces.org/blog/archive/2008/07/14/on-tour">Sri Chinmoy Cycling Team blog...</a></li>
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<h2>Leavetaking</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    A fairer Realm it was, no birth or death<br/>
    And all God’s Power and Beauty and Delight.<br/>
    Forsaking these he came once more to earth<br/>
    Beloved by God and for His sake to fight.</p>
<p>    All the travails of flesh he did assume<br/>
    All the blights and burdens of his role<br/>
    And travelled far beneath an alien noon<br/>
    Till tired at last, God gathered back his soul.</p>
<p>    Yet Love he left, though not of flesh or touch<br/>
    And Light, but not of sun<br/>
    And mindfulness that, though we suffer much,<br/>
    While we are many, really we are one.</p>
<p>    We saw the open casket's silent form<br/>
    So still as though he slept.<br/>
    We knew him destined not to be reborn<br/>
    And know the tears we wept.</p>
<p>    We’ll try to heed the wisdom that He taught<br/>
    And from its Beauty never turn or stray<br/>
    Lest all our life and living come to naught<br/>
    Disheartened lose our way.</p>
<p>    Belovèd, though each day I mourn for Thee<br/>
    And tremble at your final months of pain<br/>
    I cry to You whose grace awakened me<br/>
    Yet still rejoice that You are Home again.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>You</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A little poem written at my shrine this midnight when I should have been meditating...</p>
<p>    God-man, grandfather, secret friend<br/>
    Pharaonic in your silences and stares<br/>
    Elusive in your maddening love<br/>
    Absconding with my freedom<br/>
    Boycotting my dreams<br/>
    You prowl at the edge of my everything<br/>
    Propped in my heart like some saint<br/>
    Watchful as a sphinx, indifferent as stone<br/>
    Soul-guide, envoy, enigma<br/>
    Keeper of my keys, puppeteer<br/>
    Tugging at my strings,<br/>
    Maestro of my anguishes and cries,<br/>
    Trailblazer, bright comet, my strange valentine<br/>
    Embedded deep like a thorn.<br/>
    You’re constant, meticulous, relentless<br/>
    Playing at your tricks and graces<br/>
    You cast me away, then<br/>
    My confidante, draw me near.<br/>
    Is it true that your love’s so deep?<br/>
    Watch over me tonight<br/>
    Rock this wretched crib when I sleep.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>World Harmony Run in Ireland</h2><div class="field-item"><p>May saw the arrival in Ireland of the World Harmony Run, the world’s largest grassroots running event....</p>
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<p>Founded by <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> in 1987, the World Harmony Run unites millions of people behind a shared feeling that all of us have much more in common than what divides us. We do this using the most simple and yet the most inspiring of metaphors - an Olympic- style torch, which teams of runners carry from country to country and from community to community. Along the route, we visit schools, running clubs, community groups and local and national governments, seeing time and again examples of how the things that make humanity special - kindness, generosity, a sense of joy and humor and a largeness of heart - are things that people from every country and race and religion possess, and so we can share this first hand expeience with everyone else we meet. As the Run goes from country to country, various branches of the Sri Chinmoy Centre help to take care of the core logistics, but we also encourage the schools and communities to add their own unique contribution, and indeed the Run would not be able to exist if it were not for this grassroots involvement from ordinary people all over the world. The Run spent four days in Ireland, arriving in Belfast and visiting the Giant’s Causeway before making its way down through Armagh, Monaghan, Kells and Navan on its way to Dublin.</p>
<p>In Dublin we held a special welcoming ceremony held for the runners in Irishtown Stadium, with distinguished guests and children from local schools in the area who welcomed the run with their own singing and instrumental presentations of the Theme of Harmony. The international team also gave a presentation of the Run and, of course everyone got a chance to hold and run with the Torch and add their own wishes for harmony. The event ended on a very beautiful note - the children had written little messages expressing their hopes and dreams for a better world. We had attached these messages to floating balloons, all waiting to be released to the air, symbolically spreading harmony far and wide. At a count of three - two - one - the balloons were let go, sending our wishes for world harmony soaring into the heavens. The Run then departed for Wales - Colm and Matthias went with them as they scaled Mount Snowdon with an ITV news crew in close pursuit. The European leg of the Run will visit all 49 European countries before finishing up in Prague in October.</p>
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<p>For more info: <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/ireland/">http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/ireland/</a></p>
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<p>On May 19, we travelled to view a a very unique concert that took place in the Royal Albert Hall. Boris Purushottama Grebenshikov is a household name in his native Russia, having spearheaded the underground music scene during the last days of the Soviet Union. In addition to his famously poetic lyrics, his music also takes in influences from all around the world. For the last twenty years he has been spending a considerable amount of time in India and Nepal immersed in the spiritual vibration of the region, and he has even translated some ancient Hindu and Tibetan texts into Russian!</p>
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<p>Purushottama and Sri Chinmoy first met in 2006 and a great friendship sprung up between them, and indeed this concert was dedicated in memory of Sri Chinmoy’s life and works. With Purushottama there were a whole range of outstanding musicians from all corners of the world, seven of them playing traditional indian instruments such as sitar, sarangi, tabla and harmo- nium as well as Irish instruments - fiddles, tin whistles, uilleann pipes and bodhrans. These all blended seamlessly into Purushottama’s original Russian compositions to create a cornucopia of musical flavours.</p>
<p>As an encore, a choir from the Sri Chinmoy Centre came up for the last few songs, which included two songs that Purushottama wrote in English in tribute to Sri Chinmoy. The evening ended with all of the musicians and choir contributing to a Sanskrit chant <i>‘Aum paye Saraswati nama’</i> which brought a beautiful meditative feel to the whole evening.</p>
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<h2>When Daylight Comes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
If you leave here in the dark, rouse yourself protesting from a warm bed, pick up a friend, head out on quiet night roads to the west, you can be at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karekare,_New_Zealand" title="Karekare, New Zealand – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Karekare</a> before sun-up. This is a lovely place I am often drawn to, a holy place for me that soothes the spirit – a huge canopy of sky slowly coloring in at daybreak, silver rumpled folds of sea, a long mile-wide shoreline of tidal flats, dunes, swamplands and secret lakes, paradise of wildfowl and timid animals.</p>
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Down the endless shoreline you can amble for hours, never see another human being. You feel unburdened here, immersed in eternity, a speck in this sweep of distance. You can pray to your God, sit on a sandhill and weep at your life and your memories, meditate to the seas cadences that are soft and rhythmic, beguiling. This is a place to be alone in – as of a shrine where Mother Nature is your only companion. Rough poetry that you won’t bother to polish or revisit comes easily and you scrawl lines on a piece of paper. You look at the dawn sky and talk to your Beloved without effort or guile – you are all sincerity, just yourself, babbling in the dawn at this great shrine of God.</p>
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When Daylight Comes</h3>
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When daylight comes<br/>
you roam the crinkled shores<br/>
stride out to a beckoning emptiness.<br/>
Wednesday’s sun flares up<br/>
from the crook of grey hills.<br/>
Your footprints weave<br/>
the virgin wastes like an aimless drunk,<br/>
beetle across this wilderness of rumpled dunes.<br/>
The sands are a map<br/>
and last night’s other lives<br/>
have left their feeble tracks and tiny stories:<br/>
claw prints of a bittern<br/>
soft paws, a rabbit under moonlight,<br/>
stitch marks of a swift predator–<br/>
millipede, night hunter on the prowl–<br/>
the strutting bold stride of a pheasant.<br/>
And here a tiny death–<br/>
bumbling epic wanderings<br/>
of a sand beetle, ponderous<br/>
and purposeless, speared<br/>
by a beak at dawn.<br/>
Sunrise scatters golden light.<br/>
Frail thing of flesh, you lift<br/>
stick arms in supplication<br/>
captive to a sky of cirrus charms<br/>
eyes raised up<br/>
to it’s tousled random beauty.<br/>
Might some grace yet come?<br/>
Subdued by sea mists<br/>
the dawn sun stares,<br/>
a tamed red Gorgon’s eye.<br/>
You come here sometimes<br/>
comforted by seas that measure time.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>A weekend of joy in Scotland</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Meditation and fun in the Pentland hills...</p>
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<p>The day after our March meditation classes ended (and after a frenetic late night session taking down all our meditation posters) saw us all heading up to Bonny Scotland to join the English, Scottish, Welsh and French members of our meditation family. <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> always encouraged us to get together for weekends of meditation and fun, and now that he is no longer physically here with us, we are very grateful to keep that spirit of joy and oneness which we all felt when we were around our teacher.</p>
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<p>The weather was absolutely dreadful when we arrived in Edinburgh – attimes the rain seemed like someome was pouring a basin full of water ontop of us - and we were more than a little worried that it would persist right into Sunday. The Scottish - who were working so hard to make the weekend a success - drove us up to the beautiful village of West Linton at the foot of the Pentland hills.</p>
<p>Thanks to the sterling efforts of Elizabeth, ably assisted by our own Paula who had flown in a couple of days early, we had the most gorgeous food throughout the weekend- the highlight of which was vegetarian haggis, neeps andtatties for dinner, and for which we all went for seconds, and sometimes thirds depending on who you were!</p>
<p>Evening meditation was very nice - a long silent meditation punctuated by chants from the ancient Indian Vedas put to music by Sri Chinmoy. After that we were treated to the heavenly voice of Adarsha from Glasgow (who incidentally will becoming to Dublin to treat us to his music in May), and then the Irish Centre put our recent concert experience to good use by performing a couple of songs. Then we had a couple of extremely entertaining plays - one was a re-telling of a favourite story of the 19th century spiritual Master Sri Ramakrishna, about a thief who pretends to be a monk in order to marry a king's daughter and get all the accompanying wealth – except the 'thief' in this case happened to be two Scousers from Liverpool called Terry and Barry, ably played by Steve and Amit. Afterwards came another short sketch, which Devashishu wrote on the plane over featuring Shane, Colm, Adarsha and Balavan.</p>
<p>The next day we had meditation at 6am, before heading for our Sunday Morning 2 mile race on a very scenic and not too hilly course – about half way through the race the path broke out of the forest and into open mountain country, complete with a very nice rainbow. Adelino from Paris came first, very quickly followed by our own Colm. Despite our fears, the weather was absolutely perfect the whole day. After breakfast we embarked on a hill walk - over 50 of us tramping up and down the mountain and eventually ending up in the scenic village of West Linton.</p>
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<p>The scenery was absolutely beautiful, but even better than the scenery was the sight of looking down the mountain and seeing all of us from many different countries making our way up the mountain together. Over the years, Sri Chinmoy's meditation path has brought together so many people of different backgrounds and personalities - creative types and rambunctious athletes, introverts and extroverts, humorous wags and wise heads - all connected by a common love of spirituality and self-discovery.</p>
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<p>After great lunch we had afternoon meditation with performances by British singing group <a href="https://www.anandamusic.co.uk/">Ananda</a> . Some of us had to leave at this stage, but others managed to make it down to Edinburgh to visit the Sri Chinmoy Centre and have a very nice evening meditation. It was a great end to a great weekend - next time will be in London in May when the World Harmony Run will be visiting and renowned Russian musician Purushottama Boris Grebenshikov plays the Royal Albert Hall supported by musicians from the Sri Chinmoy Centre. Can't wait....</p>
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<h2>Heartland</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Last week two visiting New York friends, Bipin and Mridanga, accompanied us to a favorite spot in the mountains for three days, a six hour drive down through New Zealand's central North Island. At the tiny rural settlement of <a href="http://www.raetihi.com/" title="Raetihi – the official website of historic Raetihi township, Central North Island, New Zealand">Raetihi</a> we take a back road out of town, a slow ride south down a bony, narrow gravel road that winds down to the <a href="http://www.whanganuiriver.co.nz/" title="Journeys on the Whanganui">Whanganui River</a>, snakes through scrubland, hill farms, valleys clad in the variegated olive greens of native forest and bisected by dark ravines. Arriving an hour and a half later, weary from the corrugated road, at our destination the <a href="https://www.theflyingfox.co.nz/" title="The Flying Fox – retreat accomodation and canoeing">The Flying Fox</a>. Here two cabins await you over a river and your only access is by a small box car suspended from a single wire cable.</p>
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At The Flying Fox you should leave behind your cell phone, laptop, wristwatch, your urban toys, all the things that imprison you in your orderly life and your old self, all your mind baggage too. The river is the living edge and boundary of another world and when you cross it you must be open to new things which may or may not be to your liking. Nature is powerful here and dominates, the river brooding and alive and concealing in it's depths animistic forces; the forest that encircles you a dark wall that confronts you with yourself, the limits of your daring, the subtle menaces that populate your imagination. Here wilderness meets the wild places of your mind. You might shrink a little for it can humble you, turn you inside out, these strange and trackless folds of hills and deep bottomed valleys where you sense elemental forces, the indifference of nature, the precariousness of life.</p>
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But the mountains are also an antidote to the world we always occupy, a world wholly constructed by man, and wild nature will restore some balance, fill you with awe, offer a gateway which if you dare pass through will deepen you and make you more human and whole. Here you can make connections to other realities, other parts of yourself, become filled with wonder and surprise.</p>
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At dusk we slip down the river, moving quietly along an animal trail through the forest and sidle up into clearings – two shy black fallow deer melt away into the trees. A young foal lingers near the cottages, tall and gangly and rib-skinny – we try to befriend her with apples but she keeps her distance. The mother's white bones, still partly clad in her tawny hide, are filling up with grass down on the river flats where, a while ago, she lay down and died.</p>
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Light drains out of the land, the colors decompose into dark hues of gunmetal sky and inky black forest. During the long night you can hear only the quiet river and the native owl, ruru the message-bringer, calling from the ridge lines and dark folds of hills. By my bed an enchanting <a href="http://www.poetseers.org/poets/james_baxter/" title="James K. Baxter | PoetSeers">Poetry of James K. Baxter</a> volume – at the end of one poem he writes with that sometimes melancholy air which these landscapes can induce:</p>
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"What is a man<br/>
This glittering dung-fed fly<br/>
Who burrows in foul earth?<br/>
All; Jehovah's sky<br/>
And earth like millstones grind us small."</blockquote>
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At dawn we meditate and head out early on a five hour hike back into the forest. Cicadas are trilling high up in the canopies of black beech; a hawk rides the thermals, head swiveling as it scans for carrion or prey. Well back in the ranges, we drop down into a steep sided valley that should take us back to the main river. Down one spur, a big black and tan wild boar bursts out of waist high fern, clearly annoyed by our intrusion and snorting in warning. He comes up the ridge towards me and stops only ten metres away, still barely visible, while I'm glancing round for a close and climbable tree. Then, unchallenged, he moves around the side of the spur and slips away, grunting in irritation. The ravines at the bottom of these valleys are carved deep out of soft pale sandstones by heavy winter rains and form steep sided chasms that can be death traps. If you are navigating through the forest by these perilous waterways you can find your way down steep drop-offs, but might at any point reach an impassable vertical fall – then find you cannot get back up the steep chutes you've descended. Such errors may be costly...</p>
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But we work carefully down and finally reach the main valley. In spring this river with it's sombre moods and 1,000 years of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C4%81ori_people" title="Maori people – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Maori history</a> fills up with yellow floating kowhai flowers, a beautiful and scented miracle that snakes down from the central volcanic highlands of the central North Island on its long journey to the sea.</p>
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A week later I overnight in the small hydro town of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turangi" title="Turangi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Turangi</a>, stay with a family known for as long as I can remember. Their daughter Raewyn with whom I shared our long ago childhood is honouring her mother's birthday in style and I am a secret guest. Other guests arrive that night – helicopter pilots, river guides, characters and personalities who live unusual lives, some surprises from my own safari guiding days of decades past – and I am hugged warmly by a stream of people, mostly strangers. I meet riders and horse trainers from the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lord_of_the_Rings_film_trilogy" title="The Lord of the Rings film trilogy – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Lord of the Rings</a> movie set – Raewyn's daughter was a stunt rider and doubled for some of the less accomplished stars on horseback.</p>
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That night before the birthday party I sleep in a room filled with photos – Raewyn's deceased father in plus-fours and braces in 1949, wielding a shotgun and a clutch of unfortunate pheasants; formal and unsmiling family portraits of long departed kin; endless snaps of horse jumps, three generations of the family's equestrians bottoms up and primly correct over barrels and brush hedges and railing fences; coy snaps of grinning relatives and of ourselves in a far off time.</p>
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With a start I notice a photo of myself with five river rafting clients from the mid-70's – on my right the ill-fated German hunter Bernhardt Stoll posing with his .270 Mannlicher and signature pince-nez glasses. A month after that expedition he swam ashore for help from a disabled boat in the headwaters of a Borneo river – a returning search party wades ashore ten days later only to find his remains, his rusting Mannlicher, the oddball glasses and his white bones. It appeared he had been eaten, though the culprits were never found.</p>
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In my room trophies line the walls, jostle for space – 1st prize, Waimarino Women's Open Jump; 2nd prize, New Zealand Show Jumping National Champs; a medley of dressage medals and honors. At the end of my bed a thirteen point stuffed stag's head leans against the curtain, the long white tines gleaming like pale daggers in the moonlight. The glass eye watches me, bland and forgiving and unperturbed.</p>
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Next day the birthday celebrant clatters down out of leaden skies in the grandson's helicopter – pilot Rob executes a few festive jigs and turns before settling carefully down on the grass lawn. Four kilted pipers play the bagpipes as all the guests form a gauntlet's guard of honour. Speeches follow, a huge meal, charge your glasses, spontaneous songs sung by uninhibited, merry guests, a table groaning with gifts. Hiding to avoid karaoke. And standing outside in mist and light drizzle, catching up with folks from an almost forgotten part of life.</p>
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I look at these people that I so liked thirty and more years ago – and still like them now. Is it a measure of how little we have changed or of how much we have in common? Destiny has led us along very different pathways, yet we return together after so long apart to find that friendships have endured, our destination the same.</p>
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Raewyn tells me of her parent's comical first meeting on the inter-islander ferry in 1900 and something. They had met and played cards together on the top boat-deck during the five hour crossing, a random meeting of two strangers. A poor hand at poker, Bob loses his travel money and then wagers his coat, hat, shirt, trousers, shoes in quick succession against Alpha's own wardrobe, an outrageous turn of events. Ill-luck dogged him and he endured varying states of undress till they dock at the port of <a href="http://www.picton.co.nz/" title="Picton, Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand">Picton</a> where he steps bravely ashore, bare-chested in that winter morning and clad only in long johns and one shoe and sock. But that eccentric daring-do won him loyalty and love and so began their life together.</p>
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I am moved by the heart power of these ingenuous and friendly people, by their spirit and kindness. God plays hide and seek in every human life and sure enough there He is in the warm smiling eyes and generosity of these people from our heartland.</p>
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"Friendship is the butterfly-play in the life-dance of today's Truth-seekers and tomorrow's God-lovers."<br/>
    – <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Lots of joy in England</h2><div class="field-item"><p>February 2008 - Shane, Colm, Matthias and Ambarish take a trip to Middle England to meet up with fellow students of Sri Chinmoy for a weekend of joy, meditation and fun....</p>
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<p>The weather, it appeared, had decided to stop sulking and be good for a change. We were staying in an area of Derbyshire known as the National Forest, although you had to look pretty hard to find trees worthy of the name. We arrived hours before everyone else, so we took the opportunity to going running along some of the local trails, and then unearthed a game of Tension Tower back at our accommodation.</p>
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<p>In the evening everyone had arrived from the various parts of the country and Steve from Cambridge cooked a fantastic meal to satisfy any hunger. We then had a meditation with lots of singing and inspiring video footage of Sri Chinmoy’s September 2007 trip to St. Petersburg.</p>
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<h3>Sunday</h3>
<p>Following meditation bright and early the next morning we met outside the hostel for the traditional two mile race. We had found the perfect course for the race right beside the hostel - it was frosty and very very VERY chilly but that didn’t dampen any spirits. In fact with the added enthusiasm everyone managed to run excellent times: Colm came home in a personal best of 11:14 with Shane only a few seconds behind.</p>
<p>The morning and afternoon was spent with meditation, music and fun and games. The first game of the day was one where we had balloons tied to each other’s legs and had to burst everyone else’s whilst keeping your own unbursted. Shane was spotted bursting away long after his own was burst, although he innocently maintained he never heard the sound.</p>
<p>Next we had a hilarious quiz  – the previous night we wrote down all kinds of weird and wonderful things about ourselves were now read out and we had to guess who the person was. We had a lot of fun trying to guess who participated in a dance troupe in Japan or who turned a car upside down whilst learning to drive! Then it was time for a game of Pictionary, with five teams competing against each other. There was joy and laughter all around as one team member tried to draw and the rest of team would frantically try to guess.</p>
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<p>There was a short break before an afternoon of music. Some of the boys took this opportunity to play a game of soccer while many others just enjoyed the beautiful weather and went strolling along walking paths. Once we reassembled we enjoyed music performances from the Cambridge Centre and the English music group Ananda. Our day ended with a trip to an artificial ski slope nearby, which had a long toboggan ride and also snowtubing. It’s hard to believe you can pack so much fun into a weekend, but it really recharges the batteries and leaves you coming home with a new lease of life.</p>
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<h2>A Wedding and A Funeral</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
On the long (painful) flight from the U.S. to Auckland recently I was remembering some people from my long ago, and penned this little semi-autobiographical story...</p>
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In his three days in America Brad Anders attended first a wedding and then a funeral, the marriage of one relative and the burial of another, neither close to him but reason enough to pry himself out of his going nowhere life for a short vacation. Both experiences left him in somber mood, the wedding for its unsettling sense of something lost, his long ago unrequited loves still tugging, the funeral for it’s stark reminder of mortality, his nineteen year old niece Annie lying almost ludicrously dolled up for all to see in an open casket, quite radiant though definitely not breathing and shortly thereafter reduced in the undertakers furnace to a small mound of grey ash, a portion of which was later placed ceremoniously in his hands, a small unmarked casket, for keepsake or scattering.</p>
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In an almost empty funeral parlor Brad contemplated his departed niece. Rigor mortis had begun to undo the mortician’s careful toil, the cute final smile tightening at one corner into an almost quizzical grin, the portrait of a happy exit betrayed by sagging flesh, a drooping eyelids half wink. A single tear of brown fluid stained the mascara’d cheek; and partially visible, one milky blue eye, a dead cod’s stare. Trussed up though in her prettiest finery, a red dress to counterpoint the pallid laced hands and sleek golden hair. Staring at her as though to memorise her face or wrest some close-by secret, some answer to his own incomprehension.</p>
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Later, wandering, he purchased a book on North American Indian folklore, brooded over a chapter that leaned heavily in favour of a deterministic universe, each person assigned so many breaths in their lifetime, though by whose decree or what the author did not say.</p>
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Brad did some touristy things, visited galleries, beaches, malls, embarked on a city bus tour patronized by elderly silver haired retirees, his niece’s troubling ashes all the while in his carry-all. At Laguna beach while the entire bus competed for the single roadside restroom he strolled along the sand and scattered Annie’s scorched and elemental remnants, pitted grey granules like tiny meteorites, a little furtively with so many strollers around, placing their small plastic container respectfully in a rubbish bin and here severing all further connections with his kin.</p>
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Next day the wedding – and reunion with an entirely forgotten uncle. Under a huge marquee his father’s brother slumped at a table littered with wine bottles, a carnage of leftovers, wedding cake gored by sated guests then tossed aside, dismembered poultry. Brad smirked at a sudden fantasy, his distended host visibly widening at the girth as though inflated by an invisible bicycle pump, gape-eyed in merriment like a bloated frog; better still, envisaging him as a drunken medieval knight carousing at an oaken table, swilling coarse wine and tearing flesh from the drumsticks of slain huge fowl, tossing these to snarling wolfhounds, half beast himself in his rancid matted deer hide and pleasured grunting. Smiling at his uncle, though in collusion with his own pleasing imagery.</p>
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Out on the dance floor a relentless local band ran Elvis hits, the wedding guests a melee of jostling revelers, ties and jackets surrendering to too much lunch, shrieking wives and predatory husbands liberated from their marital shackles and intent on misbehaviour.</p>
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Now a huge hand clamped onto his shoulder and he turned to greet another drunken relative, a blast in his ear “Bradford, stone the crows! Long- time-no-see! Remember your cousin Jay?” Almost smothered in a hard embrace of dark suit and alcoholic breath. Cousin Jay weaving his way to the bathroom. “We’ve gotta lot to catch up on. Be right back!” Brad escaping out of the marquee mayhem and narcotic dreams of happiness into sunlight, real air, a calm suburban street.</p>
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On the long-haul flight home Brad scanned his book of North American Indian myths and legends, made plans. Shortly after takeoff a sound like a cricket ball hitting a wall was heard – the captain shortly after announced a rare collision with a large seabird. Nothing to worry about – everyone relax. A tea trolley wheeled along the aisle then he dozed, a troubled half sleep. Dreamed of a vengeful and battered seabird tearing open the exit hatch, passengers sucked out of the stricken jet, the plane falling like a shot duck trailing feathers, a rain of plastic frozen meals, carry-ons, drink trolleys, seat cushions and dollar bills, the slow parabola of confetti trash hemorrhaging out of the doomed plane like detergent bubbles streaming from a kid’s plastic bottle.</p>
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Other images and feelings floated up like debris from a shipwreck, mostly absurd, his uncle’s pink bald head; his own shadow striding before him across the wrinkled wasteland and yellow sunset at Laguna Beach; himself in grey shorts as a school boy, holding his dead mother’s cold claw hand under her blanket; the triumphant, vengeful seabird steering the holed jet down into the sea; then Annie’s dead blue eye and knowing smile. Had she simply used up her allocated quota of so many breaths, her departure ordained by some implacable Destiny?</p>
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He marveled at the brevity of her life, the surprise of it, remembered her on a farm gate aged ten, her unkempt yellow hair swinging across the green backdrop of hills and sky, a swathe of luminous silk as she teetered, dared herself, twirled on the wooden fence. Fallen now as though in slow motion across the short span of ensuing years, into this cheap plywood box despite the mother’s upraised supplicating hands. The images swelled in his mind, these two reference points of her life, the gleeful pirouettes of her childhood and now this last cheerless valediction, the remembered halo of golden hair now ceremonially gelled into an unlovely perfection, hard and brittle as spun glass.</p>
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Over Sydney, uninterested in views of shoreline petrol bunkers, storage silos and sprawling suburbs, Brad watched a ‘Welcome to Australia’ video until the wheels thumped hard, ran the gauntlet of immigration, then upstairs sat in the unyielding plastic chairs and gazed out through acres of window at take-offs and landings, other lives in flight, saw past this the cheerful indifferent blue of sky, felt his own years flying away against the matrix of emptiness.</p>
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He wondered what he could honestly say if some judging, censorial God asked him what he had achieved or learnt in his life, felt overwhelmed by a big nothingness and answered nothing, nothing. Sat bolt upright now and tried to keep his mind still, watched his slow breath and wondered if it was true what they said, that you have a finite and predetermined number allocated to you, only so many in-breaths and out-breaths to circumscribe your life.</p>
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His onward flight was called and he walked to the gate, empty as a hollow reed, pondering what he could do if he had only five hundred breaths left- something heraldic, final? – counted upwards and searched his thoughts desperately, mind surging ahead of the ebb and flow of flesh, a race to find something definitive before the air flowed slowly out of his lungs for the last time.</p>
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On the crest of his 500th breath, they were still hauling out over the dull grey sea, banking east into sunlight that splintered golden cabin light, last leg home, and he let the counting carry him beyond his last breath to wherever it was he would go. Far below an arrowhead of gulls moved slowly over the sea and something of himself stirred in beauty and hope. Beneath the wedge of wandering birds the long skeins of ocean moved against the land and broke. I wish I could sit at a window and watch the sky all day he thought. I wish I knew how many breaths were left and what to use them for. Then suddenly, strangely, at last wept for his niece Annie, remembering the mascara’d cheeks and gelled hair, the lonely blue eye seeking kinship or tenderness, feeling in his pockets the last granules of her, Annie’s cruel and hard remains.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The essence of India</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A concert of Indian classical music and meditative songs...</p>
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<p>One Monday in late February we went to see Colm playing in the National Concert Hall – he was supporting a performance of several classical Indian ragas. After the National Concert hall performance we had the idea. “Why don’t we have a similar concert on Saturday night in the meditation centre and along with Indian Classical music we can have a performance of Sri Chinmoy’s songs?” And so it was set for six days time. We started putting out leaflets and posters, wondering how many people could we get to come in six days...</p>
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<p>On the evening itself, the performance area had a beautiful Indian feeling about it - laid out with Indian carpets, flowers, candles, burning incense and some of Sri Chinmoy’s beautiful bird drawings hanging behind us. The Sri Chinmoy Centre music group (we still have to find a concert name for ourselves!) began the night of music with songs and bhajans whose serene and peaceful melodies embraced the curious audience. The melody of the flute and the rhythm of the drums brought soulfulness and dynamism at once and we were very warmly received by the audience.</p>
<p>The room continued to fill up with people even as the performance of Indian classical music began. We announced that our performance would be quite informal and totally spontaneous seen as the three of us had only played together twice before. The evening was a wonderful and varied exploration into Indian music with raga, Indian folk song instrumentals from sitar player Dara, and a tabla solo performance with Colm and his tabla teacher Dhiraj, who was actually leaving Ireland for India the next morning. Dhiraj would ‘sing’ the tabla pieces before playing them – this drew many an appreciative cheer from the crowd. Looking up during the concert, we could see the room filled to maximum capacity, with people sitting practically at our feet. We estimate around 75 people came – I don’t think the room could have taken any more! Afterwards many people stayed around to partake of refreshments and talk to the musicians, and it was very late indeed when the place was finally empty.</p>
<p>We will be having our next concert during March meditation classes, and we are really looking forward to it – they are proving to be very special indeed, both for us and for the audience.</p>
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    The year was '87<br/>
    They shone resplendent, clean and bright<br/>
    I thought I'd gone to Heaven.</p>
<p>    I thought "let's see how tough these are"<br/>
    I played a game of soccer<br/>
    Oh God the mess, I could've wept<br/>
    I flung them in my locker.</p>
<p>    A week went by, I couldn't sleep<br/>
    I even phoned my mother<br/>
    "My boy" she said "just trust your whites,<br/>
    They're sturdy like no other."</p>
<p>    I listened to her sage advice<br/>
    My doubts I had to squash<br/>
    I took them to the laundromat<br/>
    Committed to 'The Wash'.</p>
<p>    I watched the minutes ticking by<br/>
    My heart was all aflutter<br/>
    First wash, then rinse, then spin, Oh God.<br/>
    My knees had turned to butter.</p>
<p>    I wrung my hands, I looked on high<br/>
    "Oh Lord, I may erred!"<br/>
    The wash attendant hung her head<br/>
    For clearly she concurred.</p>
<p>    At last the fateful moment came<br/>
    I lifted up the lid<br/>
    Oh yippee yippee yippee yay!<br/>
    I chortled like a kid.</p>
<p>    My whites were spotless, gleaming white<br/>
    As pure as winter snow<br/>
    "Oh Lord!" I cried, "a miracle!"<br/>
    My face was all aglow.</p>
<p>    So brothers dear, revere your whites<br/>
    My words you mustn't mock<br/>
    And should you yearn for extra grace<br/>
    Just wear them round the clock.</p>
<p>    And when 'tis time to leave this world<br/>
    And no one can arouse ya<br/>
    Ensure your mortal frame is clad<br/>
    In-yes-your laundered trousa.</p>
<p>    Yes, when the soul has fled the cage<br/>
    Winged upward to the light<br/>
    Make sure you're scrubbed up, buffed and clean<br/>
    Angelic all in white.</p>
<p>    And when the good Lord finds the time<br/>
    To have a tête-à-tête<br/>
    Be sure you're free of curry stains<br/>
    For God's sake don't forget!</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Tea With A Neighbour</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Sometimes I spend half an hour with a ninety-year-old neighbour two doors along on my street. Some say she is a little mad but her human face, the polite masks and conventions of behavior, have simply been stripped away by time. I had a cup of tea with her the other day and she shared some photo albums with me. A recent life of brave travel, taking refuge from loneliness in perpetual motion. Here she is in Hanoi, a solo journey aged eighty-eight, with a boa constrictor wrapped around her neck against a backdrop of dark green jungle; and here in Kukup, Johor, aged eighty-seven, stepping off a game fishing boat with a beaming Indian guide; and now in Singapore last year, in a wheelchair and aged eighty-nine, dark glasses, mad lady tourist laughing with a group of Asians in a fruit market.</p>
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Other snaps from much earlier, pushing a pram with her first daughter, and sepia brown shots of now deceased family. The long trajectory of a life encompassing so many pleasures and pains, albums of memories that might be best discarded. She has outlived all her children and her seamed face shows the hurts of this. She tiptoes among nihilistic trapdoors that might open up at any moment to an unbearable nothingness, an emptiness like a worm hole into a dark universe. No returning from that breathless place. She treasures her photos, a sanctuary and consolation prize and evidence too of some lingering structure and purpose in the waning years, though they open bleeding wounds-relishes too the solace of company, a reprieve, and grasps my arm pleadingly when I move to go. The albums tumble off her knees like falling lapdogs.</p>
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She writes sometimes and I ask her to show me. She hesitates, and we both know that the truths that really matter to us, the feelings that we experience most deeply we can never write about nor ever confide to others, not even to a diary. And only rarely might there be an empathetic heart close enough to set aside masks and masquerades. And who would she write for – or do these self-revelations not require a reader, more a confessional whispered to a blind and deaf universe or to a silent, complicit God?</p>
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True candor falls outside the protocols of human society and we are never free enough of self-consciousness and our personal public fictions to reveal much of ourselves to others. Yet she promises to show me her written words though our real self-truths, unspoken things, silent hurts, the elusiveness of all that was most meaningful, we often take in silence to our graves. 'Next time', she promises, an inducement to come back, though I will visit again with or without her opened diaries. She looks at me, seeing me as I am with the clear, dispassionate eyes of someone who is past dissembling. I give her a little aphorism of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s on a card and depart:</p>
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My Lord,<br/>
Do teach me only one thing:<br/>
How to love the world<br/>
The way You love me.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Our new newsletter and our first concert!</h2><div class="field-item"><p>January 2008 saw us kick off the new year with a new newsletter and the first of what we hope will be many concerts...</p>
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<h3>Our first concert!!!!</h3>
<p>The Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre gave their first concert of the year on the last Friday of the months. The concert, consisting of instrumental and choral arrangements of Sri Chnmoy's mantric songs lasted about 40 minutes. whereupon we gave the audience a chance to join in too, which they did with great gusto. There was a very special atmosphere created during this concert which the members of the audience remarked on afterwards.</p>
<p>We hope to start giving concerts at least every month, and introduce a wider audience to the soul-stirring beauty of Sri Chinmoy's music.</p>
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It's strange, this Christmas period. My very first in New Zealand for fifteen years. Our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> family has vanished away to relatives down country, an odd ritual here like some seasonal homing instinct, a migratory impulse, reflexive and unquestioned and honed through childhoods of summers, of holidays in small, warm seaside settlements where an uncle owns a bach, and Santa visitations. They have vanished as unexpectedly as characters suddenly written out of a play – you are left, a little bewildered on stage, without cast, character, plot or purpose. One or two still come to the centre, often late at night to meditate.</p>
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Susebika passes my door like a wraith – unnoticed even by the usually treacherous, creaking floorboards, light as a gossamer leaf on a summer breeze. Others are like elephants, their tread exciting a whole symphony of squeakings and creakings from the joists; even the walls tremble at their purposeful, thunderous strides. How much of themselves they express in the simple act of movement, like a topographical map detailing subtleties of inner landscapes – <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness/" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> and self consciousness, mood, sensibility, intent, or in equal measure their absence.</p>
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I have accepted my purposelessness with calm, a seasonal quirk in this vacuum between a waning old year and the resurgent vigour of the almost new. Today a walk downtown – I live only a few hundred yards from Central Auckland but visit seldom, a stranger to my own city. The people are in almost equal part Asian, Caucasian, Polynesian, Maori, Indian and one sees in their children the emergence of a new racial type born of intermarriage between white and brown – children with black hair, Asian or Polynesian skin tones, but green or blue eyes, a sapphires mineral gaze. It's hard not to feel disconnected from this world of shopping and food, a visitor from another planet, skating across the surface of life but not capable of immersion anymore. I pass a camping/outdoors shop and a twinge from my long ago draws me in – coveting a splendid pair of hiking boots, an unattainable alpine sleeping bag at $900, wishing I was up on Mt. Makorako again with one or two friends, Christmas under a clear cold sky garrisoned with sprawling stars.</p>
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In a bookshop carrying <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s titles, I sit down and browse in a corner, sprawling in a deep armchair with an indulgent drink. Upstairs, saturnalian sounds and laughter from the Caledonian Society, it's kilted members winding up for an extended New Year party. Opening up <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/yoga_and_the_spiritual_life/" title="Yoga and the Spiritual Life – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Yoga and the Spiritual Life</a> at a random page, pressed open on a table of etiolated poppies and a bowl of complementary cashew nuts.</p>
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My kind <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru/" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Guru</a> reminds me:</p>
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God is in you, God looks exactly like you. Right now, you are God veiled. You have put on a mask, but I see through the mask. In the future, you will be the God unveiled. You will take off the mask and we shall see you as God manifested, the open God.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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Sometime after <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri-chinmoy-passes" title="Sri Chinmoy's passing | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy's passing</a> I jotted down some reflections and reminiscences, letting the flow of memory with its sweet things and moments of understanding carry me along...</p>
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Late summer is a vivid blaze of green, in the shading boughs of oaks and sycamores at Aspiration-Ground, in the all engulfing mass of driveway vines – but look carefully, autumn is stealing in, a hint of yellow high up in the crowns of trees, in the industry of squirrels, a sudden night chill. Winter stirs in the falling sap. In the afternoon breezes, a slow flurry of falling leaves, tawny golds and browns tumbling down, the season turning on its heel. Many dread the coming months, the long summer of our Guru’s earth-life now in one sense ended, the bereft contemplating the chill of a harsh new season. But no, this is not the case. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Guru</a> is alive, and alive too in each one of us, a part of us. There in the silence-nest of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> we can quickly find him. And the outer goal which he embodied and held up to us is the inner Self within each of us – enlightenment is an act of remembering.</p>
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<img alt="Subarata with Sri Chinmoy" class="right lazyload" title="Subarata offers Sri Chinmoy an award from New Zealand" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-subarata.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When my wife <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> passed away <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> said ‘Do not grieve too long, she is alive, she is alive. Do not look for her around you, she is inside you, a part of you.’ How remarkably true that turned out to be. If this is so with another human being how much more powerfully this will prove to be so with a great <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Master</a>. He who has initiated us inwardly, meditated countless times on our souls, planted aspiration, light, countless blessings in our hearts, assigned inner beings or emanations to counsel and protect us – a part of his own inner reality – and pledged responsibility for our <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy">realisation</a> to <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a>. ‘When I am united with the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrg-49" title="What Is Universal Consciousness? – Meditation: Man's Choice And God's Voice Part 2 | Sri Chinmoy Library">Universal Consciousness</a>, I am in everybody’ he once said. Can’t you feel it?</p>
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I think that I learnt all of my most important lessons in meditation by simply observing Guru, just by being there around him. ‘God does not expect you to be perfect. He just expects you to be available’. Yes, just being available was almost enough. An osmosis – trying to absorb what we saw in Guru’s face and consciousness into ourselves. Filing by in a walk past or sitting in his company I tried to feel that what I saw and felt in him was also within myself – I am that. So you begin with imitation, imagining inside yourself that selfsame yogic calm, that poise, delight, detachment, radiant peace. Then imagination becomes a reality, you can feel it growing inside yourself – beneath the dross of imperfections your little divine Self remembers and stirs. <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> was a mirror – look hard and often enough and there you are, smiling back at yourself.</p>
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I woke this morning at 2:50am, floating up to wakefulness from strange faraway dreams. The <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mrg-14" title="When is the best hour to meditate? | Sri Chinmoy Library">Brahma Muhurta</a>, Holy Hour, the still point of the turning world – to slip past the painted veil of this world into eternity’s silence, through this opening gateway into an infinite Beyond. One day, yes, but not yet, not yet. Sitting in Subarata’s room to meditate, this room with its so many memories. One small bookcase is jammed with items, memorabilia from her life with Sri Chinmoy – a small silver casket containing plum stones from his mouth, orange peel from prasad given by his own hands, tokens of her devotion, many little poignant things that she treasured. In one corner a small musical box. You wind up the mechanism and it plays <em>‘Gurur Karma Amar Dharma’</em> – ‘My Guru’s work is my sole code of life . . .’ – in tiny charming tinkling notes, slower and slower as the spring uncoils. The sweet childlike tones and melody bind the years together in a leitmotif, a refrain of memories and feelings. On the front of the music box a smiling picture of her guru in sailors cap, sitting on the deck of a boat. I remember, I was there. It was Christmas long ago in Tahiti and for half an hour I held an umbrella over our seated master, shielding him from the sun. Someone shouted ‘dolphins!’ and everyone rushed to the side of the boat to watch a gleaming trio frolicking in the sea. Then someone asked Subarata, Irish born, to sing Molly Malone, and after some persuasion she did. The <a href="https://www.annambrahma.com/" title="Annam Brahma vegetarian restaurant in Queens, New York">Annam Brahma</a> girls joined in to help. When they sang ‘singing mussels and cockles, alive alive oh’ everyone joined in. It was a very happy day. Like this, each little thing on her shelf carries such sweet echoes of the long ago.</p>
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In <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/death_and_reincarnation" title="Death and Reincarnation – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Death and Reincarnation</a> Sri Chinmoy writes:</p>
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'When a Master leaves the body and sees that his disciples are crying bitterly over their loss, the Master feels sorry because the disciples do not recognise him fully as a spiritual Master. A spiritual person, one who has realised God, lives on all planes; his consciousness pervades all the worlds. So if his disciples cry bitterly for him, feeling that they will see him no more, then they are putting their Master in the same category as an ordinary person... The Master knows that he will appear before the disciples who are sincerely praying to him or who are meditating and aspiring sincerely. He knows that he will be all the time guiding, shaping and moulding them. He knows that he will be able to enter into them, and they will be able to enter into him.'</blockquote>
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I think the easiest way to feel Guru is really alive is to start thinking it, feeling it. Released from the cage of the finite, our Guru’s Universal Consciousness now exists everywhere – our faith, love, devotion, soulful meditations magnet-like bring it into our awareness, into our heart. Devotion and faith create reality because consciousness is the matrix of the universe and shapes it into being. Believing in Guru’s livingness is not an abdication of reason but attunement with deeper fundamental laws, a recognition of a Reality that exists quite beyond the comprehension of the finite human mind. I don’t intend to sound mystical, but belief really allows this reality to come into our awareness and to take birth.</p>
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I like the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb" title="The Singer Of The Eternal Beyond – a play by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Krishna</a> stories, Arjuna being shown Krishna’s Universal Form on the battlefield of Kurukshetra, or Krishna’s mother looking into the child Krishna’s mouth when he yawned, seeing the universe turning inside him. Sometimes when we looked at our Master, didn’t we also see a little of this, the infinite contained within the finite, the ocean embodied inside the drop, God’s love-delight-immensity-measureless peace-everything there in his eyes, his face. I really think so.</p>
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‘Yes, for a while the disciples can feel sad that they have lost their Master, that they will not see him in the physical frame. But that sadness must not last because the soul’s joy, the soul’s intense love and all-pervading concern have to enter into the disciples who have sincerely accepted the Master as the sole pilot of their lives.’ (ibid.)</blockquote>
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Curiously, since Guru has left behind his physical body so many of us are feeling a renewed sense of energy and commitment, intensity, a rejuvenated urge to manifest, an urgency of purpose. It seems widespread and unmistakable. I think he is working very powerfully in us. Guru writes:</p>
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‘When he leaves the body, he is totally free. From the other shore the spiritual Master works through the soul’s light or willpower . . . so from the higher worlds the Master can easily connect with the disciple’s aspiring soul, and the disciple can respond to the Master’s light. It is in this way that the Master can and does and must help the disciple.’ (ibid.)</blockquote>
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Sri Chinmoy’s passing seems to have unleashed a great force and additionally a sense of great respect and receptivity around us in the world for who Guru was. Perhaps the passing of an Avatar – as with Christ, Sri Krishna, the Buddha – is a huge tsunami in the inner world, ushers in great change, a resurgence of spirituality. Guru’s Universal Consciousness everywhere spreading.</p>
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I think we all know that from now on we will all have to prove ourselves, be exemplary. More time at our shrines, and singing our favourite songs, more time with our centre family, go to every celebrations, diminish then discard any eroding bad habits, throw the TV out the window, go to the centre more, let the sunlight of grace into our lives through selfless service, read Guru’s writings half an hour every day, don’t find fault with anybody (yes we know that everyone else is seriously flawed and riddled with blemishes, but practice turning a blind eye), keep fit, find a centre project to serve the world. Long list, big challenge!</p>
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That last one, what Guru calls manifestation, is a great task – prove your love for God by service, work, self-offering.</p>
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‘Early in the morning, when I hear God's Voice, I open my inspired eyes and meditate. During my morning meditation, God says to me, "My child, go and prove to the world that you are all for Me.’<br/>
(Source: <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ssn" title="A Seeker is a Singer | Sri Chinmoy Library">A Seeker is a Singer</a>)</blockquote>
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I like this little quote of Guru’s very much – it contains one of the banner principles of our path. It is not enough to just meditate – prove your love for God and do something for others, for God the Creation. Filled now with a new resolve a reinvigorated love for Guru’s mission, we can venture out into the world and accomplish great things, fulfill our soul’s immortal promise, spread the Light of the Supreme as Guru taught us to do.</p>
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Regarding manifestation, Sri Chinmoy’s 13,000th song, <em>Phukai Amara</em>, is one of those immortal gold nugget theme songs of our path that really helps us to feel purposefulness and strength, a thrilling warriors song. I often sing it over and over to myself, especially when I go out postering and flyering (which has got harder over the years!). The English words: <em>"In the battlefield of life we blow the Victory Horn of our Lord Supreme. In our heart-sky we fly the Victory Banner of our Father Supreme.</em>" Once, years ago, Guru personally sent me on a Mission Impossible type high level meeting with some of our national officials, telling me to be a ‘roaring lion’ and not on this occasion a ‘New Zealand lamb’. On the plane ride to the capital I sang Phukai Amara all the way, instilling into every atom of my being an unyielding resolve. How powerfully I could feel Guru’s force! Mission Impossible became Mission Accomplished – we were successful despite great odds – and Guru was delighted, which made us all very happy. He said lots of nice things about ‘obedience’ and ‘faith’ and Subarata with her Irish humour said to me ‘This would be a good time for you to depart this world...’</p>
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Yes indeed, a good time to leave for the soul’s world, the Master’s praises ringing (at least for now) in our ears, armed with an A+ entry pass to the ineffable Beyond. Oh my!</p>
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In each of his many endeavours – in the fields of art, literature, music, poetry, weightlifting for example – Guru’s achievements are astonishing and in many cases absolutely unprecedented. But collectively they form a mind-boggling pantheon of accomplishments the likes of which have never been seen before and will surely never be seen again. What an unbelievable legacy for future centuries to absorb. Regrettably, and equally certainly, his <em>inner</em> accomplishments – that great <strong>Unknowable</strong> <strong>Biography of a Spiritual Colossus </strong>– will never be known or imagined, so far are these beyond our understanding. Distracted by the human form he inhabited, our capacities too little to see deeply, how could we comprehend that unfathomable, infinite ocean that existed in the finite form of our Guru, a dynasty of consciousness barely glimpsed in his outer works.</p>
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As Guru’s physical form was lowered into it’s final resting place we sang songs – 'Oh my life’s Love Supreme, sleeplessly I invoke You' . . . I was reminded of the Egyptian kings, sealed in their vaults beneath great blocks of stone, resting in an endless silence and darkness. The body of a realised Master, too sacred to touch or profane with fire, its presence able to inspire awe, reverence, spiritual awakening, devotion for thousands of years to come, its invisible grace guiding the faltering steps of countless unborn seekers.</p>
<p>
This sacred place will become a world shrine, a portal to God like Mecca, Bodh Gaya, Borobodhur, Delphi, Gethsemane, a centripetal force or haven of spirit acting like a spiritual magnet, aligning our waywardness to the pole of enlightenment.</p>
<p>
And did you see, in the midst of our singing and tears at the burial, that enormous Golden Monarch butterfly that suddenly appeared and hovered for an age around the side shrine at Aspiration Ground, around Guru’s photo, lingering for an age there, swooping about and hovering. I thought could it be? Could it be . . .? At 2:30am that morning, walking home along the empty streets, ahead of me a girl in her white sari stood beneath a street lamp, weeping inconsolably. Unmasked by the secrecy of night she was shedding tears of grief at the loss of her beloved teacher.</p>
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<p>
Sri Chinmoy taught us many things that are simply not found anywhere else, little secrets unique to our path. And not just taught but brought them into our consciousness as the living breath of our discipleship, drilled us over and over until each lesson had sunk in. ‘Soulfulness’ for example - where else is this found? In our singing – ‘be more soulful!’. In our meditations - ‘please be <em>more</em> soulful!’ Or filing slowly along in a walk-by procession, those wonderful encounters between the disciple’s aspiration and the master’s probing grace – soulfulness! To be as close as possible to the consciousness of our own soul – its sincerity, purity, humility, sweetness – and then to maintain this as long, as deeply, as often, as consciously as possible in ones life. Soulfulness is one of the four rungs of <em>‘the consciousness-ladder that unites earth’s cry and Heaven’s smile . . . God’s favourite spiritual quality is soulfulness . . .’ </em>(Source: <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-everest-aspiration/part1/">Everest Aspiration</a>)</p>
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And then too, all those other secrets to ignite our aspiration like ‘self-transcendence’, ‘gratitude’, ‘oneness’, ‘living in the heart’ - words on a page suddenly brought to life, transformed and elevated into the highest spiritual teachings, our polestars, Guru the Master-Alchemist animating language – inert, passive – into the gold of a living truth and way of being. Under his tutelage and personal example these simple concepts became the foundations of our <em>sadhana</em>, the sap of true spirituality responding and rising up to flower in our lives.</p>
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I looked through some of the anti-God books at San Francisco airport recently and had to laugh. One or two were quite brilliant and certainly entertaining – but so hostile and arrogant! A sort of irreligious fundamentalism. Trying to contain the mysteries of the cosmos, the boundlessness, unknowableness, immeasurableness of God within the tiny cage of the human brain is inherently flawed. And shows a critical shortage of humility – the awareness of how little is our elfin understanding of everything. Science itself is still a juvenile, barely out of evolutionary kindergarten. Such ratiocination also disregards all the other aspects of human knowing, other forms of non-mind knowledge and perception that are usually undervalued. And disregards the wisdom of the greatest luminaries, the most impressive human souls ever to walk this planet! Einstein very nicely wrote “What separates me from most so-called atheists is a feeling of utter humility towards the unattainable secrets of the harmony of the cosmos. The fanatical atheists are like slaves who are still feeling the weight of their chains which they have thrown off after hard struggle. They are creatures who – in their grudge against traditional religion as the 'opium of the masses' – cannot hear the music of the spheres.”</p>
<p>
It might be argued that God-love is one of the highest expressions of intelligence since it exhibits a rare ability to see past the painted veil of ‘reality’ to the very heart of Truth and Reality, the true nature of things. The neo-atheists remind me of truculent, frenetic, unmanageable primary school brats, leaping about scribbling over everything and in need of a good ear-pulling.</p>
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<p>
<img alt="Sri Chinmoy" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy at Jyoti Bihanga restaurant in San Diego" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-san-diego.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I think one of Guru’s unheralded but truly remarkable achievements has been to make God – the Supreme – an absolutely living reality for so many people. For his disciples Guru’s own intimacy with God was so obvious and compelling, his deference to God in everything he did so moving, and the godliness that he himself embodied so utterly beautiful that he quietly shunted – at least in my case – three prior decades of agnosticism into the waste basket.</p>
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Of all the things I have seen in this world, Guru’s physical presence was the most powerful, the most irresistible proof of God. Getting to know Guru <em>was</em> getting to know God – unmistakably this great yogi-soul had realised God and revealed the divine at every moment through his own person and life. God was not a matter of belief or disbelief, a concept to be examined and argued. But there, in front of you, look! I was blessed with a long time to immerse myself in this – my dawning understanding of my teacher’s height was forged and tested and proven over twenty-six years. The Guru is a bridge between earth and heaven, God’s intermediary, a step-down transformer converting the infinite power of the Supreme into a manageable voltage for earth’s consumption.</p>
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For us the mantra Supreme has become our living bridge to God and often sustains our personal feeling of a loving, caring Supreme Reality with whom we are connected and a part. Guru introduced us all to God, emancipated us from the various handicaps and constraints of our fossilized, past religiosity or indifference and made of God a dear and intimate <em>confidante</em>, one to whom we prayed, opened our hearts, shared our secret thoughts, our worst mistakes, our gratitude and tears. In the light of this sacred relationship and knowledge we can measure what is really important in our lives, or what is not – chart our course with <em>‘two things absolutely unparalleled; the map for the eternal journey and the courage for the immortal travelling’</em>. (<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ff_1" title="Ten Thousand Flower-Flames | Sri Chinmoy Library">Ten Thousand Flower-Flames</a>)</p>
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Spiritual literature down through the ages is filled with profundities, atom bombs of Truth and Reality, gorgeous quotes that thrill the soul, the uncompromising and life-changing utterances of great sages and Masters. They are so powerful as to sweep aside an entire lifetime of cultural indoctrination – that tragic and ill fated love affair with worldliness that we are all immersed in from cradle rock to last breath – and in a moment help us to perceive the highest wisdom and deepest purpose of life, truth stripped to its quintessence. Guru always had that effect in our lives – a Reality Check, bringing us back on course, reminding us what it’s <em>really</em> all about. In the Gita <em>his</em> Guru of long, long ago played such a role.</p>
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In a world of enchanting distractions, a culture steeped in material ambitions that suffocate the spirit, how lucky we all are to have this Lodestar, pointing the way home.</p>
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<em>All quotes above are by Sri Chinmoy.</em></p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Christmas Trip Notes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Auckland to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punta_Cana" title="Punta Cana – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Punta Cana</a> in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominican_Republic" title="Dominican Republic – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Dominican Republic</a> – two days to get there, two weeks to recover with our spiritual family. On the long haul to North America, thirteen hours plus some, a chance to cram in some of the old unvisited classics on our personal screens. I really liked <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bridges_of_Madison_County" title="The Bridges of Madison County – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">The Bridges of Madison County</a> with Clint Eastwood – a few furtive tears evoked in this very thoughtful moral debate brimming with tact and sensitivity. Not recommended viewing for disciples yet a really thoughtful look at human love, its quirks and foibles and its sometimes underlying beauty – how is it that this perennial experiment so entrances us, and when it has failed, so haunts us with its memories? Perhaps because our botched human entanglements and sorties were the closest we ever came to love's final flowering in God-oneness, and sensing it in the shadowlands of human life we mistakenly sought its fulfillment there. And it was there too, like a blade forged and tempered by the fire and the anvil, and we would refine our understanding through suffering and loss to at last understand where true satisfaction really lies.</p>
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Exiles from the golden land of union with <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>, we sought Him in each passing face – and He was there but we failed to clearly see Him. And in our human love, its many shades and varieties, we also came closest to being the best in ourselves. In life as in my movie, we are left with the feeling, perhaps not altogether romantic, that human love contains within itself the seeds of something finer, the divine love for which this lesser venture is a watershed. And which will one day find its way to the sea.</p>
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In Los Angeles airport they have started playing Christmas songs, brassy if charmless versions of the classics, music whose little personality has been pared away in the search for inoffensiveness but to such an extent that it only succeeds in annoying everyone. After an hour of recycled 'Santa Claus is coming to town' it becomes a mild form of torture until you long to rush down the gateway to your next plane. And recycled warnings in English and Spanish about keeping visual contact with your personal items at all times – everyone staring morbidly at their own bags. In the airport lounges of America everyone has laptops and cellphones and seem obsessed with their own lives, consumed by their dramas and fictions and talking with the blithe confidence of those yet to be dispossessed.</p>
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Many people are very overweight. Searching for some half decent food I could see why, settling finally on a Burger King bag of fries and mandatory tomato ketchup. The L.A. airport police, doomed to perpetually roam the limbo of departure wings, have become inflated by relentless bad nutrition into pallid cheeked robo-cops, moving mechanically down the gauntlets of fast and farinaceous food outlets like stiff wind up toys and losing the fluidity that living things have. I feel sympathy – in the space of half an hour I have consumed, out of hunger, mild desperation, the homesickness of displaced travellers, a Starbucks chai, an apple pastry, the Burger King bag of vile fries with its dunkings of ketchup and a choc brownie, looking more kindly at the many fat people forced to swallow similar scraps.</p>
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On to San Juan. On this six-hour midnight till dawn flight of comatose Puerto Ricans I am the sole insomniac – crouching, slumping, stretching, twisting, sighing in my tiny seat in a doomed search for comfort. Perhaps even the pilots sleep. My poor body sings with a fever pitch of restless, discomfited energy – the awful L.A. food is exacting retribution. Outside, velvet black heavens are sprinkled with confetti lights, a dark cloth sieved with the bullet holes of stars. Below, outpost clumps of lights, lonely settlements and frontier towns, the reflected glow of great cities. Then orange dawn, battalions of peaked clouds marching far below, wind-sculpted and massed like icebergs, an arctic landscape five miles high.</p>
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Then finally arriving after two days of traveling. I catch a mini-van share ride with a Spanish family to the Bavaro Hotel on a flat coast in the Dominican Republic. The father jabbered away to the driver in a rapid dialect and I heard 'musico' and 'Dominica' and surmised correctly – 'don't you Dominicans like music?' – and sure enough the driver jabbed a button and our silent van was filled now with the excitement and exhilaration of Caribbean calypso and drums and trumpets. Each of his two small children sat on one of the father's knees and he bounced them up and down in rhythm while I tapped my feet and the excited kids clapped and sang and rose and fell. Olah! Flat, unenchanting scrublands slide by, giant billboards of Caribbean beaches with their promises of happiness and comfort, of unblemished leisure, warm seas.</p>
<p>
But roadside glimpses of less enchanted lives, a figure in the trees, barefoot, looking into tidal swamps and carrying a ragged child; twos and threes indolent with hopelessness or hunger standing like statues; hidden away lives of poverty. Other truths of life to tarnish the billboards idyll.</p>
<p>
At the resort the holidayers are a ragtag bunch of foreigners who do not overlap into each other's lives at any point and know as little about each other as when they first arrived. Whole battalions of them, sun-basted bikinied women and their large bellied partners lie supine on orderly rows of shoreline deck-chairs, inert for hours as though anaesthetised by too much lunch. There are gaggles of bellicose, corpulent Russians, distended by long hours propped at poolside snack bars and sun ripening like fat summer tomatoes; excitable Spanish and Italian families with their affectionate, phrenetic kids; geriatric American couples suspicious of everything as the vulnerable become; and the incongruity of disciples, the only fully clad ones here, enigmatic in whites and saris in this strange playground. The beach sooner or later draws everyone. Across a lagoon of iridescent pale blue marbled with skeins of dark weed, a line of white breakers shines where untamed sea ends on coral reefs and sandbars. In the lagoon are dolphin pens with their pontoon catwalks and further out the rectangular boundaries of a shark aquarium. The dolphins dart about in penned captivity and fee-paying tourists dawdle on the catwalks above them – you can swim with the dolphins, grasp a dorsal fin and ride about while cameras click and purr.</p>
<p>
In our function room many videos of Guru from the seventies and eighties are shown. I saw myself in one on my first trip to New York in 1981 – a five-mile race and suddenly there I was crossing the finish line. I leaned forward in my chair in disbelief – I had mutton chop sideburns and fuzzy long hair! <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> too flashed across the screen. Then videos of 'Humour, my life's only saviour' from that very bad year, 1994, and Guru puts on a t-shirt and hat from each country and reads out the jokes we have sent in. I liked the French joke about the wheelchair convalescent who sat in a pool of holy water at Lourdes, hopeful of a miracle. When he emerged from the pool he had two new wheels on his wheelchair!</p>
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And some moving, stunning recent footage of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Guru</a> meditating in front of his bedroom camera at 3:45am on the Christmas trip in Turkey. He is barely in the body, poised on some cusp between intersecting worlds and veering away from us, remote and otherworldly, even then likely to discard the hindrance of the physical and depart, returning to his longed for Abode. You almost feel happy for his release when you see Him connected to our world by only a tiny thread of love.</p>
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There are one and two mile races each week, out and back country lanes surrounded by on one side a golf course, on the other the ubiquitous palms plus dark brooding swamps. Everyone applauding the fastest runners, then we recite one of Guru's aphorisms followed by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prasad" title="Prasad – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">prasad</a>. Then off to the curly headed sea to swim. There have been Monday a.m. games each week, a tennis tournament, a number of manifestation meetings, many singing groups.</p>
<p>
Rediscovering Guru's poetry at my shrine every morning and jotting down favourites:</p>
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What am I?<br/>
An indomitable spirit<br/>
Encaged in an earthly frame.</blockquote>
<p>
There has been much talk of the future, of plans and projects. I believe the safety and standards of the centres will greatly rest with centre leaders now. And with the disciples themselves keeping the fundamentals of our path alive and rigorous and disciplined. Joy Days, inspiration, travel to other centres to stay on top.</p>
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There is a video by the English disciple Sushumna in the early seventies – everyone seems to have longish hair, the girls in long dyed skirts, and kids everywhere. Guru in his early forties looks happy and pleased and enjoying His earth life adventure as His mission in the West begins to form. The Christmas trip is bringing us all together and providing some sense of a reassuring continuity – and its low-key nature allows much space for fun and the blossoming of friendships and meditations. But we miss Guru in our heart and there is a vacuum here – looking at the large photo above the stage, tears prick your eyes and at times you can't quite believe it or accept it, the sudden unreality of His physical absence. As though some burden of grief remains hidden away in another level of our being, surfaces unexpectedly in random moments. Harder, too, to feel soulfulness, intensity – you have to find this more in your own private spaces, some secret place that you go, or at your shrine during an hour of the day when you feel most deeply. We will have to be careful to protect this, keep this inner link strong where we can find it, feel it.</p>
<p>
The Christmas trip is imparting a sense of confidence about the future, and mapping out certain directions. And a further shift away from gravity and mourning toward purpose and resolve – a growing sense too of a living Guru here amongst us, felt, sensed, experienced and surprisingly often, even seen! So many stories one hears that can never be told.</p>
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December 11</h3>
<p>
Rain, rain, rain! And of such intensity and relentless ferocity that everyone is marvelling... Few have ever seen such a protracted downpour that is turning the gardens into lakes, the palm trees into frenzied whips that lash and flail across the sky, the eaves into waterfalls, tempt you to imagine some final armageddon. The sea is boiling with white foam and charging up among the hapless deck chairs, tossing them about like the wreckage of a sunken liner. Along the slippery pathways, lights flicker then die – your mind shrinks from some intimation of disaster, a sudden vulnerability to an implacable, vengeful nature. At 4pm, an hour too early, light fades, the dark sky crackles with veins of lightning – thunder menaces at the edge of everything, encircling and closing in as though summoning its reserves for some final devastation. The tall ringed columns of the palms sway and bend, yielding before the charging offshore winds – against the sky their long fronds stretch like supplicating arms, streaming in unison to the north as though beseeching some god that only they can see.</p>
<p>
Faces peer from foggy balcony windows in wonderment. No one is outside lest they are flung away like rags and broken in the wind. Shielded from nature by artifice and comfort but estranged from it as well, we are not used to this savagery howling outside our walls and windows, our sudden sense of frailty. Many will lie fearful in their beds tonight while things bang and clatter in the wind – dreaming of cities tumbling like kitset toys, monstrous waves leveling coastlines, primal winds scouring the land back to its beginnings, the granite carapace of earth. My pen dips into stationery that is turning into porridge, the paper soggy and hygroscopic and melting with moisture.</p>
<p>
The adjoining golf course has turned into a vast sheet of water and curious wild fowl are beginning to congregate, dropping out of sullen skies in twos and threes - a brace of blue teal; black swans, ungainly, their plumage dishevelled by buffeting winds; a trio of fast plummeting mallard. They bob among the bunker flags and a partially submerged tractor shed like surprised travellers discovering an uncharted new waterworld. At the eighteenth hole the marker flag crackles desperately in the wind as though semaphoring its distress. In the next morning, we learn that nine people have drowned and 25,000 are homeless.</p>
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And in the pre-dawn, post-storm stillness this morning the phone jangles at 4:15am and Shardul is calling from New Zealand, a conference call involving our three Centres hungry for news. Swimming up abruptly from a deep sleep, stupefied in some in-between world where all the familiars are gone. Death must be like this, a release from flesh and masks and masquerades, disconnected from all of the trappings of our human life. The early phone has brought a curious sense of returning from somewhere to what is only the fiction of oneself, perhaps like an actor who, returning to his changing rooms but too long immersed in the play, has forgotten whether his play or his life is the more real. Is he an actor captured by the fiction of the play or a man who feels he is only himself when he is acting? I can hear everyone on the phone and we chat for a while, then I launch into a twenty-minute account of everything. Then discover at the end that no one is there anymore – after only five minutes the line has died. Talking to myself for quarter of an hour. Todays aphorism reminds me:</p>
<blockquote>
Follow the ancient disciplines<br/>
And pray and meditate<br/>
In the small hours<br/>
Of the morning.</blockquote>
<h3>
December 12</h3>
<p>
Green trousered hotel staff have been labouring since dawn and the beach has been raked, untangled, sanitised, the upended boat wreck deck chairs washed and restored to orderly rows, the storm's debris and mountains of purple ribboned seaweed carted away. The sea too is behaving – our group is out there already, the adventurous swimming away from land like migratory sea lions, their black snouts nuzzling through the pale sea. Last night, December 11, we had a long function occasioned by the second month since Guru's passing. A bhajan concert, many music groups, meditation videos, two walkbys, one in which we placed a candle before our Teacher's portrait, another near midnight in which a single stemmed purple flower was offered by each of us at the stage shrine.</p>
<p>
Our minstrels are warming up for December 18 Christmas carols, practicing each early morning. There are regular morning videos of Guru meditating and these are the heart of everything – on the big screen Guru is powerfully there to bring us back on course, summon our soulfulness, provide the strong bedrock of the Path. These will be among the most cherished gems of Guru's legacy for all future time, an Avatar filmed up there in the rarefied air of <em><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0231/2/15/" title="Q&amp;A regarding Samadhi | Sri Chinmoy Library">samadhi</a></em> where so few have ever been, soaring in the summit-heights of consciousness. Our eyes, our senses become bewitched by the world, but looking at Guru who embodies the end goal of life and the arrow straight path that lies beyond all seeming, we are safe. Jotting into my diary another of Guru's poems:</p>
<blockquote>
An ageless river flows<br/>
Through the modern aspiration<br/>
And dedication-life.</blockquote>
<h3>
December 13</h3>
<p>
A beautiful short video this morning of Guru, 1976, talking about <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia" title="Australia – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Australia</a> prior to his first visit there in that same year. He talks of its unique inner qualities, the height of the mind, depth of the heart, the qualities of its physical, its vital and heart, like a description of the uniqueness captured in a spiritual name. A phrase about how Australia embodies 'the ancient sun' and the promise of 'tomorrow's new dawn'. I remember Guru telling us in the eighties of how – I think it was on that first visit – the soul of Australia, like a tall strong young man if you were to attempt to describe the indescribable soul, came to Guru before he arrived to greet him. It asked Guru about His purpose – Guru made some response about how Australia was good at sports, always beating India at cricket. He had come to bring to Australia a new game, the oneness-heart game.</p>
<p>
On my way home a black snake wriggles across the path right at my feet, coiling in exaggerated full loops at great speed.</p>
<p>
There have been many meetings about the year ahead but perhaps everything is already in place, the way forward organic and likely to unfold if simply left alone. Guru's physical departing was not untimely or premature and we have been in training for this for a long while. I believe the standards set in the centres will ensure the purity and strength and continuity of the path – meetings between centre leaders to discuss these standards will be very useful.</p>
<blockquote>
Follow the ancient disciplines<br/>
And soulfully recite<br/>
The sacred mantra-incantations.</blockquote>
<h3>
December 14</h3>
<p>
One of our disciples flew to a small village in some remote part of the island for an adventure. I hope this third hand account is accurate. In a café he left '<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son" title="The Son - by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">The Son</a>' (Guru's play on the life of Christ) on a table, and returning found a man reading it. He was a missionary, had met Guru in person at the United Nations and presented the selfsame title to Guru for his personal and obliging signature. The man was greatly moved by Guru and had used The Son as a text in all of his later teachings and religious seminars. This unlikely meeting reminded me of the fact that Guru and the centres have touched millions of lives in this way, almost all of these stories entirely unchronicled and unknown. Millions of seeds planted, waiting to germinate at God's choice hour.</p>
<p>
Quite recently in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland" title="Auckland – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland</a> a lady stopped me on the street to ask if I remembered her. I did not, and she proceeded to remind me of a visit I had made to her town over twelve years earlier. Guru's teachings about meditation on that weekend of long ago had changed her life and she had been meditating ever since, rising at 6am every morning and even becoming a vegetarian. These stories are the tip of a great iceberg of life changing/world changing initiatives inspired by Guru, most of it concealed in countless unknown lives but seeding the world with light, one person at a time.</p>
<blockquote>
My Beloved Lord Supreme,<br/>
Do transport me to the land<br/>
Of limitless and ceaseless<br/>
Ecstasy.</blockquote>
<h3>
December 16</h3>
<p>
It is most pleasant here at night time on the shore. After our function finishes around 11pm you can sit alone on a deck chair, the only person in this long stretch of beach, and close your eyes in the darkness. The ever-present breeze is lovely and the wind pushes into your face, sea-fragrant and rich, invisible though almost tangible like a flowing heavy mist. There are plenty of stars, and white tethered boats toss at their moorings as though playful on the dark seas. The long serrated fronds of the coconut palms sigh against the sky, a soothing refrain all through the night. The Russians are feasting at Los Pinos, the Italian pizzeria, and the daylong deckchair couples are all upright in their holiday best and exercising on the circular dance floor to the strains of Los Caballeros, florid with excitement and another dose of sunburn.</p>
<p>
Alone on the beach at this late hour, everything seems ephemeral as though no one else ever existed, you the only being on this coastline. Cocooned like this in nature, the mind falls quickly away and you can practice your meditation. I like to count each in-breath in preparation, count up to one hundred very slowly. You can imagine Guru sitting in your heart, or see Guru's face before you, withdrawn into some samadhi of sat-chit-ananda, and you can emulate this, practice your own attempt at withdrawal from body, mind and senses into pure consciousness and delight. Or imagine your soul bird merging into the overhead heavens, a universe of endless stars.</p>
<p>
Once, in this way an hour passed very quickly and I felt pleased that something like this might come so quickly. Or that I had become oblivious of time, a tiny intimation of something. Sometimes I wonder if I'm veering a little off course with some of my meditations though I feel like a goat on a long chain – Guru will yank me back if I stray too far. I hope the chain of my personal love for Guru is strong.</p>
<p>
Sometimes at night sudden storms rage across the sea and batter the coast, abrupt and violent, the petulant fury of a sea god, then as quickly abate. The wind roars through the shoreline palms like the breath of a Colossus, the long supple fronds of the coconut palms whirling about like scimitars. Before the rain comes the wind drives the pale golden sand up into the hotel grounds and swimming pools – it hisses through the garden shrubs and slides slowly, defeated, down the ground floor windowpanes like a doomed, sad invasion. After the rain the sky suddenly clears and stars like pale mica glisten in the velvet canopy. Everyone has fled, shrieking, slipping on the wet tiles to their thatched shelters and hotel rooms and you have the place to yourself.</p>
<blockquote>
If you follow<br/>
All the ancient disciplines<br/>
Early in the morning,<br/>
Your mounting aspiration-flames<br/>
Will reach the Highest<br/>
Sooner than at once.</blockquote>
<h3>
December 18</h3>
<p>
We will not be together at Christmas and so today has been chosen as a surrogate Christmas day. At our morning function our singers most soulfully perform the usual and beautiful repertoire of Christ songs, with Guru's admonitions from last year read out to remind us to be humble, soulful, without pride. To not sing in the classical musical style, but with oneness and great feeling and devotion. Will Christ visit us prematurely? You would think so, the songs are so lovely their delivery so moving, solemn and lofty. Other Christ songs, Guru's compositions, are also performed, then Guru's play The Son is shown featuring Guru as both Christ and God. Wonderful. Post-lunch, and in droves the disciples head for the beach, a sense of urgency with only four days left. Cramming in as much suntan, joy, camaraderie, swimming, yachting, windsurfing, deck chair dozing and nature meditations as possible. They are scattered across the great lagoon on skiffs, Lasers, kayaks, catamarans. They swim in ones and twos, black seal heads bobbing far out against the sea, eat pizza and drink pina coladas by the gallons.</p>
<p>
A festive pleasure boat comes by, two decks of cheering, dancing young people, swaying and clapping to the sounds of mandolins and drums. You have to smile. They line the railings, call out good-naturedly to other boats they pass. Jammed together on the brightly painted boat they spontaneously cheer, urged on by an excited megaphonic voice, gyrate on the top deck as though on a Saturday night dance floor, a floating party. The sounds of their revelry slides left to right across the sea and fades. In the afternoon the sea throbs with music, with the snarl of jet skis and small boats, the throb of diesel engines and outboard motors – in the evening only the wind.</p>
<p>
As night comes everyone leaves the beach and the empty deck chairs seem to bask in the fading light as though leading a life of their own.</p>
<p>
Tonight others are out to farewell, to search the midnight in that quest that defines us as disciples. They lie quietly on their backs on deckchairs, stargazing under a three quarter moon. The palms lean away from the ocean in the offshore breeze, sibilant and rustling, their fronds gleaming moonlight. There is the Southern Cross, then directly overhead the Seven Sisters, a pale cluster so unimaginably far away that you stare in wonderment; and a close by red star that you suppose is Mars. The many dull stars nearer the horizons all around you give the appearance of tiny pinpricks in a dark, all encompassing veil, light shining through from some other enveloping brightness. I remember Guru saying something about a finite, not infinite universe, then another circumambient reality surrounding this physical universe, then Shiva in deep trance presiding over all this, over all creation, at the farthermost perimeter.</p>
<p>
This pleasure life, as we know, is empty of real happiness and even while basking carefree on a Caribbean beach, your toes in the pale gold sand, you can feel the failure of the temporal to satisfy, the familiar knot in your heart and that pensiveness of spirit that has been your faithful life companion. Though these late nights by the sea when others have retired are good enough, at rest in a stillness that is at least a tiny whisper of what you seek – a stillness at least of the mind, though when the mind becomes quiet you can see that everything else is moving, the ceaseless rhythms and arhythms of our planets livingness, trees, sea, late and silent strollers like shadows against the black hem of night, an offshore breeze, and further out a cruise ship, decks ablaze with cabin lights, inching silently across the far horizon. And stars inching across the heavens while you watch, the earth turning, turning, turning as you ride your deckchair across the cosmos.</p>
<p>
I told a disciple friend today with a shamefully straight face that recent medical research shows conclusive evidence of cauliflower being linked to premature hair loss. His plate was piled high with the stuff. He told me his mane of white hair confers a geriatric frailty to his appearance and gets him frequent proffered seats on Canadian public buses – he seemed genuinely worried by my pronouncement. I forgot to tell him I was teasing. This is how new diets are formed, lives are changed and how sales of Canadian cauliflower could mysteriously decline.</p>
<blockquote>
From everything that you say,<br/>
Everything that you do<br/>
And everything that you see<br/>
In your life,<br/>
Just ask yourself one question:<br/>
"Am I deriving any<br/>
Spiritual benefit?"</blockquote>
<h3>
December 22</h3>
<p>
A pleasant afternoon waiting in Los Angeles for my flight to Auckland – pampered and fed like some tycoon in the United Airlines Gold Card lounge. Blue vein cheese, fresh salads, crusty cheese breads and olives – oh my! The gleeful uninhibitedness with which disciples gorge on free food at every opportunity – as though none of us are quite sure when a next square meal will be had. I sense the proximity of other frugal incarnations, most romantically monkish, but more plausibly living under a bridge wrapped in newspaper. In the lounge I find a charming small collection of New Zealand books, one striking compilation of artists' self-portraits with an absorbing introduction. I felt a moments wistfulness for those pre-disciple years of seclusion in the mountains with my collection of treasured authors, reading late into the night by candlelight, silent before the beauty of language and those great and majestic pinnacles of thought, the nearing sense of some final revelation. Tearing the heart out of a book like a loaf of bread.</p>
<p>
Literature with its thoughts and insights and its accumulated knowledge of our finest hearts and intellects has been one of my life's enduring loves and yet most neglected and spurned. I have never returned to her after a whirlwind early romance that left impressions, memories and endearments enough to last a lifetime. By candlelight, so long ago, devouring those great books that marked out the territories of my understanding and which I remember still as though it was only yesterday. And to still cherish them – is this a measure of their profundity or of how little I have actually changed? In their presence and the spiritual wisdoms of my Guru's legacy, my own distaste for inserting the 'I' into writing is simply a profound conviction that it, 'I', has nothing much to offer – best leave it out altogether. The critic Laurie Lee once wrote 'perhaps the widest pitfall in autobiography is the writer's censorship of self. Unconscious or deliberate, it often releases an image of one who could never have lived. Flat, shadowy, prim and bloodless it is a leaf pressed dry on the page, the surrogate chosen for public office so that the author might survive in secret. With a few exceptions, the first person singular is one of the recurrent shams of literature – the faceless 'I', opaque and neuter, fruit of some failure between honesty and nerve.'</p>
<p>
But in terms of leaving something heraldic behind, Guru's own poem of self-assessment has the last word:</p>
<blockquote>
As everybody has to leave,<br/>
He will also one day leave this Earth.<br/>
But He will be able to say<br/>
That He left something<br/>
For both Heaven and Earth to treasure:<br/>
His Transcendental Consciousness.</blockquote>
<p>
    – Jogyata.</p>
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<em>All poems on this page are by <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</em></p>
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<h2>Poem For Subarata</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
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    Sometimes I still come across<br/>
    these old photos of you,<br/>
    moments from a life, salvaged<br/>
    from the blur of time,<br/>
    here sepia brown, grumpy-faced at six<br/>
    on your first pony ride, anxious mother in tow<br/>
    and here in sharper tones, with a schoolgirl pal<br/>
    dolled up and blazing with rebellion,<br/>
    poised on the brink of your first glorious<br/>
    expulsion from school.<br/>
    Look, now I've turned up and we're jammed<br/>
    hilariously into a photo booth, wreathed<br/>
    in smoke and smiles, hamming it up<br/>
    for the cheap snaps.<br/>
    And here's a poignant one, waving gaily<br/>
    at the camera, arms aloft,<br/>
    goodbye, goodbye, a last unwitting valediction.<br/>
    They somehow bring into a momentary focus<br/>
    the blurred incomprehension of a life<br/>
    and with it too that unrelenting pathos,<br/>
    aching like a toothache at the sadness of it all.<br/>
    Yes, retrospect brings such pathos, knowing as we glance<br/>
    from snap to snap what's coming next<br/>
    like a film whose end you know before it starts<br/>
    and how everything that seemed so sure –<br/>
    parents, dogs, uncles, school pals, life itself – all<br/>
    of it, gone away, gone.<br/>
    And now you've vanished also into myth and story,<br/>
    resculpted by memory into something<br/>
    much simpler than you were,<br/>
    leaving us rummaging through these old pics<br/>
    and brooding over the big existential questions<br/>
    and marvelling at you, as you actually were,<br/>
    alive in that present, so bright with life and expectation,<br/>
    so real and true, that you could step<br/>
    out of this glossy, full-color shot in your red jeans<br/>
    and yellow hair and end my disbelief<br/>
    with your smile.<br/>
    Today the flowers on your shrine have withered.<br/>
    The race trophies are laid out like memorials,<br/>
    your clothes hang limply on the rack.<br/>
    Even your toy pandas seem forlorn.<br/>
    Nothing lasts, no, not love, hope, despair,<br/>
    no nor memory either.</p>
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        – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Gulls</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    They came again this dawn<br/>
    an avian rabble, beaked brutes<br/>
    clambering over my tin roof like a break-in,<br/>
    clumsy intruders poised<br/>
    to storm through my skylight window,<br/>
    banging open seashells<br/>
    in a fusillade of clatter,<br/>
    shrieking in querulous dispute<br/>
    over scraps hauled from the city tip,<br/>
    plumage soiled by the grime of plunder.<br/>
    No longer sea-birds, you lot,<br/>
    but city slickers, glutted on garbage,<br/>
    forsaking the tedium of oceans<br/>
    for the bedlam of the county dump<br/>
    motherlode of scraps,<br/>
    easy pickings for a street smart gull<br/>
    idling away the afternoons on my roof,<br/>
    feathers afluff and dozing in the sun –<br/>
    lazy as sin,<br/>
    visiting the coasts only on weekends<br/>
    shamed by your dumb cousins<br/>
    the albatross and petrel,<br/>
    exiles traveling the lonely places<br/>
    drifting across those endless, empty spaces,<br/>
    wandering alone the deserts of the seas<br/>
    on calm, unmoving wings.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Child-Sweet</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    Your love prised me open like a clam<br/>
    numb heart<br/>
    opened to an oyster pearl<br/>
    of giggling joy<br/>
    nose twister<br/>
    bouncing on my poor chest<br/>
    like a mad puppy<br/>
    growling in my ear<br/>
    tiny hands pushing flesh<br/>
    into a dozen pleasing shapes<br/>
    putty face stretched into a<br/>
    samurai, frog and monster.<br/>
    And now you deck me out<br/>
    in nature's finery,<br/>
    a beached, snoring Neptune<br/>
    bejeweled with flotsam from the sea–<br/>
    cat's eyes and kelp, pale sea lettuce<br/>
    bleached herring bones and<br/>
    coral shards for teeth.<br/>
    Aroused from my mock sleep<br/>
    I rear up, roaring<br/>
    and you rush into the sanctuary of sea<br/>
    shrieking from this monster you've created.<br/>
    Under a warm sky<br/>
    I cast off clinging robes of kelp<br/>
    spit sand and guard<br/>
    your playing in the tide.<br/>
    Child-sweet, brief thing of flesh<br/>
    I guard your playing in the sea<br/>
    with my own quiet eyes<br/>
    of love.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Past Lives</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    Boothill, buzzards, buttes, badlands,<br/>
    an old shack on the river’s edge<br/>
    and the lazy brown hills<br/>
    climbing away into pale silhouette<br/>
    high blue, faraway.<br/>
    And at dusk<br/>
    smoke from the fires,<br/>
    saddle smells, carbine and cordite<br/>
    sweet earth<br/>
    and the fragrant wind out of the dark.<br/>
    Then the long nights<br/>
    strewn with stars,<br/>
    almond blossom white and bright<br/>
    in the cold vault of sky.<br/>
    Yes, I remember, I remember.<br/>
    Ride on ghost cowboy,<br/>
    this life ain’t big enough for both of us.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Mrs. Jewel and the Earthquake</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    When I was just a little lad<br/>
    my Poppa said to me,<br/>
    "It's time to make your old man proud,<br/>
    a pianist you shall be."</p>
<p>    He sent me off to music school<br/>
    with tutor Mrs. Jewel.<br/>
    The name was inappropriate,<br/>
    in fact she was plain crewel.</p>
<p>    Just one wrong note, she'd shout my name<br/>
    and strike me with a cane.<br/>
    My little digits went all blue<br/>
    and caused a lot of pain.</p>
<p>    I mastered preludes, rattled off<br/>
    arpeggios and scales,<br/>
    while Mrs. Jewel lashed and yelled,<br/>
    "In my school no-one fails!"</p>
<p>    But one day kind fate intervened;<br/>
    we had a largish 'quake.<br/>
    The house began to rock and pitch,<br/>
    the earth began to shake.</p>
<p>    A flight of ducks fell off the wall,<br/>
    a fishbowl – it was shattered.<br/>
    A pot plant crashed, a painting flew,<br/>
    my tutor's nerves were battered.</p>
<p>    She sprang up from the piano stool,<br/>
    she lurched towards the door.<br/>
    She staggered vainly round the room<br/>
    then tumbled to the floor.</p>
<p>    "O Lord !" she cried, "my hour has come."<br/>
    She gave an awful wail.<br/>
    Her eyes took on a ghastly hue,<br/>
    her features went all pale.</p>
<p>    And though all round, destruction reigned,<br/>
    the scene I did ignore,<br/>
    including Mrs Jewel, pale<br/>
    and cowering on the floor.</p>
<p>    For I, more terrified of she<br/>
    than of this odd dilemma,<br/>
    I played straight through the episode,<br/>
    ignored the seismic tremor.</p>
<p>    I dashed off triplets, semibreves,<br/>
    it was my finest hour,<br/>
    while Mrs Jewel upon the floor<br/>
    could only wail and cower.</p>
<p>    Each note was true, my fingers flew<br/>
    across the tinkling keys.<br/>
    I played and played and couldn't stop,<br/>
    my father's hopes to please.</p>
<p>    At last the 'quake it passed us by,<br/>
    my tutor left the floor.<br/>
    A new respect was in her eyes,<br/>
    she staggered through the door.</p>
<p>    "You'll never make the stage, my boy<br/>
    Your father may be shattered,<br/>
    but a brave young man you'll one day make."<br/>
    I really felt quite flattered.</p>
<p>    "While musically you mightn't be<br/>
    the maestro we had thought,<br/>
    the qualities you've just displayed<br/>
    they can't be sold or bought."</p>
<p>    With that she clasped me in her arms,<br/>
    you wouldn't have believed.<br/>
    She swept me from the piano stool,<br/>
    a giant hug bequeathed.</p>
<p>    And from that day the Big Quake came<br/>
    to stop her reign of terror,<br/>
    she made the simple heartfelt plea:<br/>
    "From now on call me Sarah."</p>
<p>    My old Dad quietly took the news<br/>
    I wouldn't be a star.<br/>
    He said, "I've still got faith in you,<br/>
    I think you'll go quite far."</p>
<p>    "I think a lawyer you could be,<br/>
    this time you mustn't fail.<br/>
    Let's see if you can make it there..."<br/>
    but that's another tale.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.
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<h2>Earthquake</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    At first it was a laugh<br/>
    the vase, trembling<br/>
    then tiptoeing across the mantelpiece<br/>
    and you caught the tumbling flowers<br/>
    just in time<br/>
    and that tiny hairline fracture<br/>
    in the plaster, roof to floor –<br/>
    I dreamed of magma, pouring through<br/>
    the cracks, a white-hot underworld and fire.<br/>
    We pored over maps, yes the fault-line<br/>
    somewhere right beneath,<br/>
    imagining the giant plates grinding<br/>
    shockwaves tumbling houses,<br/>
    fleeing cattle, death<br/>
    waiting for the hills to<br/>
    undulate like waves<br/>
    the jutting prows of continents collide<br/>
    and unseen carapace of earth<br/>
    cliffs five miles high and right below<br/>
    moving, moving, an inch or two<br/>
    to change or waste our lives.<br/>
    All night long we listened.<br/>
    The radio talked about the Big One, a pulse<br/>
    metronomed inside my fingers, counting down.<br/>
    The cicadas had fallen silent and the moon<br/>
    flared in your witless, reassuring smile.<br/>
    I tasted fear, planned my exit<br/>
    from the falling shattered walls,<br/>
    waited for the dawn.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Enhancing Our Literary Heritage</h2><div class="field-item"><p>    On occasuns that are numerus<br/>
    – it's really rather humerous –<br/>
    We get quite lost in sillines<br/>
    And literary dilliness<br/>
    And ponder on apostrofies<br/>
    And quibble on apostasies<br/>
    Of grammar and syntacticals<br/>
    And colons, get fanatical.<br/>
    The object's to communikate<br/>
    Not nitpick, mutter, obfuscate<br/>
    And if I choose to spel 'you' yu<br/>
    And 'cat' as kat or 'queue' as cue<br/>
    Or something else that may seem mocking<br/>
    Or ignorant and deeply shocking<br/>
    Then let's not live life fecklesslie<br/>
    Let's live a little recklessly<br/>
    And step outside the stifling box<br/>
    Of 'can' and 'can't', I say a pox<br/>
    On those who always bend their knee<br/>
    To grammar, long live Heresie<br/>
    And I say (tho' it may seem treasun)<br/>
    Let's have some fun, abandun reasun<br/>
    Run rampint thru decorum's 'ought'<br/>
    And 'should' and 'must', let's not be corght<br/>
    By stodgie rools and regulations<br/>
    Hurrah for de-sanc-tif-if-ication<br/>
    And if this seems ikonoclastic<br/>
    Or verging on the plain bombastik<br/>
    Then dot your 'i's and cross your 't's<br/>
    And go your way and others pleeze<br/>
    But me I luv mixed metafors<br/>
    And always feel the better for<br/>
    My gaucheries and malaprops<br/>
    Ineptitudes and missed full stops<br/>
    I'll choose another road.<br/>
    And when I'm far too old for scrabble<br/>
    Inventing great new words like 'zabble'<br/>
    I'll still get joy mispelling names<br/>
    And you can tut-tut, point and blame.<br/>
    The fire that warms arthritik knees<br/>
    Kindled by the dictionairy<br/>
    Thesauruses will feed the flames<br/>
    While I rejoice in Pictionairy.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Enhancing Our Literary Heritage</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
How wonderfully rich and absorbing our English language is, how perfectly it can contain and express the nonsense that goes on inside our hearts and heads.</p>
<p>
Happily too, it's not static and fossilized but evolving, and one should be forgiven, like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_Carroll" title="Lewis Carroll – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Lewis Carroll</a> in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jabberwocky" title="Jabberwocky – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Jabberwocky</a>, for hastening its enrichment with pleasing inventions of one's own. I enjoy introducing new words, shamelessly contrived and shrewdly presented into the culture of the coffee bar below my little residence in Auckland's Karangahape Road – although suspicious, the owner enjoys our little game and even recirculates our newly coined audacities among his clients himself, winking conspiratorially each time we sneak an invention into the conversation.</p>
<p>
My friend and fellow collaborator Shardul is also dedicated to refurbishing and restocking our language and I do believe the literary heritage of our nation has in some small way been enhanced by our joint efforts. It's fun also to misspell, ignore conventions and ride roughshod over the protocols of our language quite frequently as well, just to stop things getting too stuffy. I feel a small illustrative poem is called for here...</p>
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Enhancing Our Literary Heritage</h3>
<p>
<img alt="Jabberwocky – by Lewis Carroll" title="Jabberwocky – by Lewis Carroll" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files//Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/jabberwocky.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />On occasuns that are numerus<br/>
– it's really rather humerous –<br/>
We get quite lost in sillines<br/>
And literary dilliness<br/>
And ponder on apostrofies<br/>
And quibble on apostasies<br/>
Of grammar and syntacticals<br/>
And colons, get fanatical.<br/>
The object's to communikate<br/>
Not nitpick, mutter, obfuscate<br/>
And if I choose to spel 'you' yu<br/>
And 'cat' as kat or 'queue' as cue<br/>
Or something else that may seem mocking<br/>
Or ignorant and deeply shocking<br/>
Then let's not live life fecklesslie<br/>
Let's live a little recklessly<br/>
And step outside the stifling box<br/>
Of 'can' and 'can't', I say a pox<br/>
On those who always bend their knee<br/>
To grammar, long live Heresie<br/>
And I say (tho' it may seem treasun)<br/>
Let's have some fun, abandun reasun<br/>
Run rampint thru decorum's 'ought'<br/>
And 'should' and 'must', let's not be corght<br/>
By stodgie rools and regulations<br/>
Hurrah for de-sanc-tif-if-ication<br/>
And if this seems ikonoclastic<br/>
Or verging on the plain bombastik<br/>
Then dot your 'i's and cross your 't's<br/>
And go your way and others pleeze<br/>
But me I luv mixed metafors<br/>
And always feel the better for<br/>
My gaucheries and malaprops<br/>
Ineptitudes and missed full stops<br/>
I'll choose another road.<br/>
And when I'm far too old for scrabble<br/>
Inventing great new words like 'zabble'<br/>
I'll still get joy mispelling names<br/>
And you can tut-tut, point and blame.<br/>
The fire that warms arthritik knees<br/>
Kindled by the dictionairy<br/>
Thesauruses will feed the flames<br/>
While I rejoice in Pictionairy.</p>
<p>
    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>In Praise of White Trousers</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
What a strange race we are!</p>
<p>
<img alt="My 'wear-'em-anywhere' whites" title="My 'wear-'em-anywhere' whites..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/jogyata_whites.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />For millions of years our ancestors contentedly roamed the planet clad only in Mother Nature's minimalist finery – in the colder climes, a caribou fur or fox pelt overcoat, in the tropics a fetching plant fibre loin cloth or cotton wrap around – simple, yes, but more than adequate. In those socially carefree days, out hunting you wore the fox skin furs; bed time pyjamas, it's the fox skin furs; someone's getting married, it's the fox furs again – practical, warm, <em>de rigueur</em> for all hunter-gatherers and nomads and unanimously accepted. In our post-neanderthal civilisation, what to wear is a major preoccupation, at least for those living in the more affluent West.</p>
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For <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s male students one of the great things about our path though is the reduction of our contemporary overabundance down to one magnificent multipurpose garment - our set of whites! My favourite whites hang poised in my cupboard like a knight's armour, waiting to be donned for some new adventure. In this one resplendent outfit, I can honestly and sincerely claim to have:</p>
<ul>
<li>Met and shook hands with the former President of Sri Lanka</li>
<li>Swum the turgid cauldron of the Wanganui River in flood</li>
<li>Attended meditation functions on four continents</li>
<li>Washed mountains of malodorous dishes at our vegetarian cafe in Auckland</li>
<li>Skydived in them</li>
<li>Visited the United Nations and hobnobbed with great men</li>
<li>Lifted lambs into pens during <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand/fourth_visit/hamilton__auckland__taupo">
I flung them in my locker.
<p>
A week went by, I couldn't sleep<br/>
I even phoned my mother<br/>
"My boy" she said "just trust your whites,<br/>
They're sturdy like no other."</p>
<p>
I listened to her sage advice<br/>
My doubts I had to squash<br/>
I took them to the laundromat<br/>
Committed to 'The Wash'.</p>
<p>
I watched the minutes ticking by<br/>
My heart was all aflutter<br/>
First wash, then rinse, then spin, Oh God.<br/>
My knees had turned to butter.</p>
<p>
I wrung my hands, I looked on high<br/>
"Oh Lord, I may erred!"<br/>
The wash attendant hung her head<br/>
For clearly she concurred.</p>
<p>
At last the fateful moment came<br/>
I lifted up the lid<br/>
Oh yippee yippee yippee yay!<br/>
I chortled like a kid.</p>
<p>
My whites were spotless, gleaming white<br/>
As pure as winter snow<br/>
"Oh Lord!" I cried, "a miracle!"<br/>
My face was all aglow.</p>
<p>
So brothers dear, revere your whites<br/>
My words you mustn't mock<br/>
And should you yearn for extra grace<br/>
Just wear them round the clock.</p>
<p>
And when 'tis time to leave this world<br/>
And no one can arouse ya<br/>
Ensure your mortal frame is clad<br/>
In-yes-your laundered trousa.</p>
<p>
Yes, when the soul has fled the cage<br/>
Winged upward to the light<br/>
Make sure you're scrubbed up, buffed and clean<br/>
Angelic all in white.</p>
<p>
And when the good Lord finds the time<br/>
To have a tête-à-tête<br/>
Be sure you're free of curry stains<br/>
For God's sake don't forget!</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Minor Accomplishments</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Looking back over our lives, it's remarkable how many silly inconsequentials linger in our memory.</p>
<p>
I recall that at school I distinguished myself by having the highest non-attendence rate for three consecutive years, forging my mothers handwriting in a series of imaginative medical excuses for the sympathetic school principal, who came to think of me as a sickly child. At University I recall having the highest unpaid library fine for overdue books ever accrued in the entire history of the university; and later in life, working in the country, I have fond memories of mastering the art of rolling a cigarette while riding a galloping horse. Try it! It's not easy!
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I clearly remember, too, the occasion when, as a reluctant fourteen-year-old I was struggling to master the piano under the tutelage of an unpleasant and disapproving teacher. One afternoon, during a lesson, a large earthquake rocked the town and sent my teacher cowering under a kitchen table. I played on, more terrified of her than concerned about the earthquake, while crockery smashed and furniture crashed all around us. A new relationship of grudging admiration was borne in that moment. This small triumph deserves a poem...</p>
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Mrs. Jewel and the Earthquake</h3>
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<img alt="Child Pianist" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/child_pianist.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I was just a little lad<br/>
my Poppa said to me,<br/>
"It's time to make your old man proud,<br/>
a pianist you shall be."</p>
<p>
He sent me off to music school<br/>
with tutor Mrs. Jewel.<br/>
The name was inappropriate,<br/>
in fact she was plain crewel.</p>
<p>
Just one wrong note, she'd shout my name<br/>
and strike me with a cane.<br/>
My little digits went all blue<br/>
and caused a lot of pain.</p>
<p>
I mastered preludes, rattled off<br/>
arpeggios and scales,<br/>
while Mrs. Jewel lashed and yelled,<br/>
"In my school no-one fails!"</p>
<p>
But one day kind fate intervened;<br/>
we had a largish 'quake.<br/>
The house began to rock and pitch,<br/>
the earth began to shake.</p>
<p>
A flight of ducks fell off the wall,<br/>
a fishbowl - it was shattered.<br/>
A pot plant crashed, a painting flew,<br/>
my tutor's nerves were battered.</p>
<p>
She sprang up from the piano stool,<br/>
she lurched towards the door.<br/>
She staggered vainly round the room<br/>
then tumbled to the floor.</p>
<p>
"O Lord !" she cried, "my hour has come."<br/>
She gave an awful wail.<br/>
Her eyes took on a ghastly hue,<br/>
her features went all pale.</p>
<p>
And though all round, destruction reigned,<br/>
the scene I did ignore,<br/>
including Mrs Jewel, pale<br/>
and cowering on the floor.</p>
<p>
For I, more terrified of she<br/>
than of this odd dilemma,<br/>
I played straight through the episode,<br/>
ignored the seismic tremor.</p>
<p>
I dashed off triplets, semibreves,<br/>
it was my finest hour,<br/>
while Mrs Jewel upon the floor<br/>
could only wail and cower.</p>
<p>
Each note was true, my fingers flew<br/>
across the tinkling keys.<br/>
I played and played and couldn't stop,<br/>
my father's hopes to please.</p>
<p>
At last the 'quake it passed us by,<br/>
my tutor left the floor.<br/>
A new respect was in her eyes,<br/>
she staggered through the door.</p>
<p>
"You'll never make the stage, my boy<br/>
Your father may be shattered,<br/>
but a brave young man you'll one day make."<br/>
I really felt quite flattered.</p>
<p>
"While musically you mightn't be<br/>
the maestro we had thought,<br/>
the qualities you've just displayed<br/>
they can't be sold or bought."</p>
<p>
With that she clasped me in her arms,<br/>
you wouldn't have believed.<br/>
She swept me from the piano stool,<br/>
a giant hug bequeathed.</p>
<p>
And from that day the Big Quake came<br/>
to stop her reign of terror,<br/>
she made the simple heartfelt plea:<br/>
"From now on call me Sarah."</p>
<p>
My old Dad quietly took the news<br/>
I wouldn't be a star.<br/>
He said, "I've still got faith in you,<br/>
I think you'll go quite far."</p>
<p>
"I think a lawyer you could be,<br/>
this time you mustn't fail.<br/>
Let's see if you can make it there..."<br/>
but that's another tale.</p>
    – Jogyata.
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<h2>My Favourite Heroines</h2><div class="field-item"><p><em>This article was originally written for <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/inspiration-letters" title="Inspiration-Letters | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Inspiration-Letters</a> – a theme that was to have been entitled 'Women Who Have Changed Our World'. But that all changed and so my article has found its way here...</em></p>
<p>It's a pleasure for me to offer a few appreciative thoughts on the many women who have changed our world. It gives me, too, an opportunity to write about my maths teacher, Mr. Pennington, an amateur historian who filled my teenage school years with harrowing tales of ruthless, scheming women who maneuvered, murdered, swindled or charmed their way to power. Although avoiding becoming a misogynist – I had three great sisters and a wonderful mother – I did develop a fascination with scurrilous, successful people, specialising in Mr. Pennington’s own area of expertise which was ancient China.</p>
<p>Academically, Mr. Pennington valued loyalty and perseverance over mere intelligence and so surrounded himself with an admiring society of under-achieving boys like myself who in later life would march to the beat of a very, very different drum – merely by attending all of his classes we were given a generous pass mark even though they left us mathematically dysfunctional for life. But I know a few things about evil, world changing Chinese women that, if disclosed, would give you many a sleepless night.</p>
<p>One of my favourites was the Empress Wu Lei, a 10th century character of considerable ambition and zero scruples, and Mr. Pennington really brought her to life in our Tuesday afternoon trigonometry sessions – a hateful subject even he despised. You could hear a pin drop at these times, so absorbed were we in his riveting tales of Oriental intrigue, mayhem and venality. The blackboard carried a mind-numbing smokescreen of incomprehensible maths equations and Mr. Pennington, secure in our loyalty and the blackboard’s illusion of bona fide study, pressed on.</p>
<p>Wu Lei was an enterprising creature of ‘unsurpassed loveliness’ but in equal parts guileful, murderous and cruel. She successfully dispatched seven husbands and concealed their deaths by ‘suicide’, poisoning, a beheading, one trampled beneath the galloping hooves of horses, one by unspeakable torture and two by relatively pleasant drownings – with elaborate subterfuge and persuasive charm. Here Mr. P. provided graphic details. The eighth suitor, perhaps in lucid moments contemplating the fate of his predecessors, must surely have felt at least a twinge of apprehension as the nuptial day arrived and his bride of ‘unsurpassed loveliness’ led him away. Or been possessed himself of unsurpassed stupidity. A wisp of poetry gleaned from Trigonometry 1 still echoes, words that Wu Lei’s last husband might himself have written:</p>
<blockquote>I have travelled down this road<br/>
Felt desire’s siren cry<br/>
But want no more<br/>
The sorrow-sweet of love.<br/>
<br/>
I have seen the beauty in your eyes<br/>
Imagined too the promises and lies<br/>
But want no more of bitter joys and sighs.<br/>
I’ve turned away from love.</blockquote>
<p>Indeed, I should think so! The Empress’s further years of intrigue and unbridled cupidity even saw her dispatch her own son – "Her own son!" Mr P. reiterated, and in the mesmerized silence that followed we would reflect on this monstrous violation of motherhood , suddenly grateful that our own mothers had shown no such dark inclinations. Years later the unseen hand of karma intervened and Wu Lei mysteriously fell off the battlements of the city wall one dark night and was found only the following day, very dead and now clearly surpassed in loveliness by others. And here Mr. P. smiled, clearly pleased by life’s rough justice, and chuckled, rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. “Just desserts I’d say, my boys, just desserts.” To which we would all nod in silent assent.</p>
<p>Spellbound by this grand denouement, we felt ourselves almost there, hearing the shriek from high up on the battlements and seeing the scheming dowager-empress falling, falling, trailing a comet’s tail of pale silk as she tumbled to her death like a rag doll, almond-eyed and surpassingly lovely on that long ago Oriental night. And had we been able to see it, perhaps the seven souls of successive murdered husbands and a small army of others deposed, hovering and now avenged, there to escort her to some Oriental underworld of Retribution. The Emperor, relieved and reprieved, had good reason never to remarry.</p>
<p>Mr. P.’s mathematics classes with their riveting accounts of larger than life heroes and heroines were the only real sunlight in the wasteland years of secondary school and Mr. P. himself, a co-conspirator in our secret war against academia and ‘the system’ was a quiet ally. The school principal too was generally liked but this mild mannered scholar was clearly unsuited for the trench warfare of a seedy third rate boy’s school and eventually retreated, battle scarred and weary, to the principalship of a gentler country school. His replacement was definitely a world changer – and yes, a woman – and under Mrs. Matthews tough regime (or “Herr General” as we called her) rebellion flourished.</p>
<p>Small cells of resistance formed and we would often endure days of interrogation after someone redesigned the paintwork on her car, conducted unsupervised and dangerous chemistry experiments with obvious pyroclastic ambitions, hoisted aloft a rough skull and crossbones pennant to replace the proud flying New Zealand flag or deflated a teacher’s tires. Our underground artists sketched unflattering portraits of a tyrannical, jodpurs and jack-booted despot armed with AK47 and whips in our school toilet cubicles.</p>
<p>My apostasy was evident only in trifles – an unrivalled absentee record, flicking ink from my pen onto my French teacher’s white shirt back as he chalked up French declensions on the blackboard, or releasing ‘stink bombs’, foul smelling crushed black seeds from a neighbourhood tree that made the classroom virtually uninhabitable. I nearly lost my coveted role in our secret society of dissidents when one day, facing caning for some infraction, I doffed my school cap to the male teacher’s passing wife. This craven but inspired act of self-preservation won me a reprieve but caused even my best chum to hiss at me “fawning sycophant” and after consulting a dictionary to learn what sycophant meant I felt wounded for days.</p>
<p>In order to redeem myself I was obliged to carve the initials of the school bully in foot high letters onto my wooden desk top with a penknife, no mean feat, and we all giggled hysterically outside in the corridor while the protesting boy, presumed guilty, got ‘six of the best’ across his derriere from Herr General’s beefy deputy. This triumph won me much kudos and I was swiftly reinstated – my earlier act of ‘fawning sycophancy’ was now firmly behind me.</p>
<p>Once, in a thrilling daylight raid into Principal Matthew’s own private office, a large live garden worm was placed in her lunchbox sandwich – the stuff of legends and expulsions! Our sentinels were strategically placed to report on her response, a single great heart stopping bellow, the thud of a heavy object driven against a wall, then a menacing silence. Days of interrogation followed, assembly hall denunciations, and from Mrs. Matthew’s office the occasional sounds of a rolled newspaper colliding with a suspect’s cranium. But our clannish troupe maintained an impenetrable silence.</p>
<p>Principal Matthew’s swift punishments and her thirst for vengeance included the use of a wide ranging vocabulary rich in colourful and inventive phrases, canings (usually carried out by the large silent deputy while you dutifully bent over, though wads of paper concealed beneath one’s trousers nullified this threat) or belting the reprobate’s head with the rolled up newspaper. Ear twisting was also quite popular, and sustained until a long drawn out ‘AAAAAH!’ signified penitence.</p>
<p>Collaborative parent-teacher ‘think tanks’ failed to quell the insurgency. The repressive Mrs. Matthews inspired us to organize our rabble of headstrong school boys into a coherent body of revolutionaries – and many of us, our skills honed during these five years of insubordination and counterstrike, went on to work as environmental campaigners, political activists, lobbyists and explorers.</p>
<p>Believing that resistance and debate and the occasional healthy insurrection or two are character forming and preferable to timidity and mindless acquiescence, Mr. P. permitted a small smile as our misadventures unfolded. At heart he was one of us and we recognised in him a senior member of our society, the ‘nous autres’, those who would never belong to or want that utopian promised land of financial success, family, comfort, the quotidian that schooling and society so ardently and mindlessly promoted. Stranded on the reefs of professional responsibility and joyless adulthood he was obliged to conceal his acerbic intelligence behind thick rimmed glasses, a rumpled suit and a mild manner – yet he was complicit in our pranks, wistful that he could no longer adventure with us.</p>
<p>‘Mr. Pennington’ in the presence of other teachers, ‘Bill’ among ourselves – a huge liberty we felt entirely comfortable with – and ‘Mr. P.’ in the classroom or during those intimate, oratorical moods, he accepted these informalities as the tribute they were, our recognition of a comrade. And because we liked him his occasional reproving tut-tut or finger wagging carried the authority of ‘six of the best’.</p>
<p>Come to think of it though, there’s been a whole galaxy of women world-changers and our history books are jammed with their deeds and misdeeds – all those suffragettes, psychopaths, paleontologists and pugilists, survivors of famous shipwrecks, heads of state, con artists, stars of stage and screen, great beauties, priestesses, poets, witches, aviators, media moguls, even an admiral or two of great fleets; and voodoo queens, Olympians, female vampires, saints and sports personalities, jailbirds, astronauts and literary giants, monarchs, tyrants and deceivers, heroines of near and distant battlefields.</p>
<p>It’s useful also to remind ourselves of the impact that every life, every man and woman, has in the infinitely complex causal chain of history. We think of Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, Joan of Arc, Pocahontas, Florence Nightingale for example, but what of those who nurtured them, brought them into this world? Or their mothers, and theirs also? Who should get the credit? It’s messy and complex like the ripples of countless tiny pebbles tossed into a huge pond, each insignificant event, action, heartbeat, life extending irreversibly and forever out into future time and compounding the giant matrix of change and possibility, shaping a world of infinite potentiality. The great achievers are simply the waves tossed up from the boundless ocean of Time and Life which created them and apart from which they have no existence.</p>
<p>Extraordinary, too, that the forces sweeping through our hearts and minds – waves of consciousness; pure imaginings; the intangibles of thought and feeling; the abstract polarities of love, hate, desire, aversion, compassion, cruelty – are only spectres that have no existence save in the dreaming mind.</p>
<p>Turned loose from the confines and dark vaults of the human brain they incarnate in the world around us and are there unleashed as the wars between countries, the tyrannies of despots, the dreams of conquerors; or our nobilities now manifest as the compassion of peacemakers or the philanthropy of the clement, their ships filled not with soldiers but Good Samaritans, impelled now by inner winds of charity.</p>
<p>Yes, we are each a microcosm of the world and its author. The universe sleeps and dreams inside us, stirs into being through us. <em>Tat twam asi</em> – I am this, I am that (you too!) – the sadness of the bereft, the innocence of the child, the malice of the vengeful, the devoutness of the bhakta, the bitterness of the damned, the renunciate’s calm poise, the loneliness of those estranged from God, the multifariousness of all experience. We are all world shapers.</p>
<p>So I’m grateful to the autocratic, iron reign of Mrs Matthews for it bred in us a little character, a willingness to dispute, and comradeship at arms – all healthy life skills. And grateful to Wu Lei, a girl with tons of personality who could still ignite our maths class ten centuries after her demise – even though she was a little unreliable in her affections. Charming, unscrupulous Chinese women and boys with garden worms can topple governments, change our world.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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Love</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/love">Love</a><br/>
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Nature</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry//blog/archive/2006/11/13/savernake">Savernake</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/gardenia">Gardenia</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/fifth">The Fifth Season</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/petalpilgrim">Petal Pilgrim</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/silver">Silver</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/birds">Birds</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/hisart">His Art</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/mouse">Mouse</a><br/>
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Salutations</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/togod">To God</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tofriends">To Friends</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tosilence">To Silence</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tolight">To Light</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tohappiness">To Happiness</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tostrength">To Strength</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tobeauty">To Beauty</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/topoise">To Poise</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tosleep">To Sleep</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/tothecity">To the City</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/toengland">To England</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/dearwales">Annwyl Gymru - Dear Wales</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/auspicious_1">To Auspiciousness: 1</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/auspicious_2">To Auspiciousness: 2</a><br/>
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Rhyming Plays</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/krishna_love">Krishna's Supreme Love</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/music_religion">Music and Religion</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/satyavama">Satyavama's Perfect Husband</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/pilgrimage">The Pilgrimage to Santiago</a><br/>
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People and Places</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/lucky">Lucky Things</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/queens">Departing Queens</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/allotments">Allotments</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/piper">The Piper</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/llantwit">Llantwit Major</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/guidedog">The Guide Dog and Her Man</a><br/>
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Hotchpotch</h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/smallbig">The Small and Big I Am</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/sun_parade">The Sun's Parade</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/theday">Is This The Day?</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/goldenworld">My Golden World Restored</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/lostfound">Lost and Found</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/phoenixmarigold">Of Phoenix Tails and Marigold Trees</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/transient">My Mainly Transient Guests</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/notshun">He Does Not Shun Me</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/howareyou">How Are You?</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/ordinary">An Ordinary Day</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/release">Release</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/terpsichore">Our Merry Terpsichore</a><br/>
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<b>Miniatures</b></h4>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/shortrun">The Short Run</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/anodyne">Anger's Anodyne</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/time">The Riddle of Time</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/cafe">Café</a><br/>
<a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/poetry/all">All</a></div>
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<h3>Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling</h3>
<p>The nice thing about being up early in the morning is the stillness, the silence. The hustle of the day hasn't really started, and it's a good time to just sit, quiet and meditate.</p>
<p>My spiritual teacher <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> – a man I've known for over 30 years – expresses it beautifully:</p>
<blockquote><em>Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silence is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.</em></blockquote>
<p>The key word here is energising. That quiet place inside us is a source of tremendous strength.</p>
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<p>When we meditate what we actually do is enter into the deeper part of our being. <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation">Meditation</a> is like going to the bottom of the sea, where everything is calm and tranquil. On the surface, there may be a multitude of waves, but the sea is not affected below. In its deepest depths it is all silence.</p>
<p>To enter into that place, now, first thing, is to tap that strength inside us, let it sustain us through the day.</p>
<p>When the waves come from the outside world, we are not affected. Fear, doubt, worry and all the earthly turmoils will just wash away.</p>
<p>Just take a moment, to breathe. Breathe slowly and evenly. Use your imagination, feel you're breathing out all the rubbish you want to let go of. Feel you are breathing in pure energy.</p>
<p>Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling.</p>
<h3>Silence liberates!</h3>
<p><a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> tells a story about a pious man who studies the scriptures devotedly, and likes to discuss philosophy with a scholar who comes to visit him. They earnestly discuss the path to spiritual liberation, but deep in his heart, the man knows this endless talk is not bringing him any closer to attaining his goal. Now, it happens that the man has a little caged bird in his room, and he likes to hear it sing. But one morning he notices the bird is not singing at all, it has fallen completely silent. He speaks to the bird, tries to coax it, but it makes not a sound. Eventually the man opens the cage door and the bird, in an instant, escapes, flies out of the cage, through the open window of the room, and soars into the infinite freedom of the sky.</p>
<p>The bird taught his master an important spiritual lesson. Silence liberates!</p>
<p>We can talk endlessly, argue, discuss, debate. But the real truth of things, we discover in silence. Eventually we have to hush the mind and its chatter, discover that vastness in our hearts and soar into it.</p>
<p>That image of the bird in flight, going beyond the mundane, is at the heart of one of Sri Chinmoy's devotional songs:</p>
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<p>Bird of my heart,<br/>
Fly on, fly on.<br/>
Look not behind.<br/>
What the world offers<br/>
Is meaningless, useless<br/>
And utterly false.<br/>
Bird of my heart,<br/>
Fly on.</p>
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<p>And it recurs in one of his simple, beautiful, mantric poems:</p>
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<p>My Lord, a tiny bird<br/>
Claims the vast sky.<br/>
Similarly the finite in me<br/>
Longs to claim<br/>
Your Infinite Absolute.</p>
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<h3>Silence liberates. Meditation speaks</h3>
<p>Some years ago I edited a little collection of writings on meditation by my teacher, Sri Chinmoy. I called it <em>The Silent Teaching</em>. I wrote in the introduction that the title might seem strange, even paradoxical. To the mind accustomed to regard teaching as instruction, or practical demonstration, the notion that such a process can be silent, wordless, might be difficult.</p>
<p>But in discussing <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation">meditation</a>, we are moving in a realm where, traditionally, truth is communicated directly, in silence, by a look, a gesture, a touch.</p>
<p>One of the best-known examples is Buddha's <em>Flower Sermon</em>. The Buddha came to address a large gathering and his lecture consisted of holding up a flower! One of his followers, Maha Kashapa, responded by smiling, and Buddha said in that moment the disciple had received everything. <em>The teaching is not conveyed in words, he said, but in silence</em>.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy expresses the same truth: <em>All real <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation/guru">spiritual teachers</a> teach in silence</em>.</p>
<p>But beyond that again, he realises our own 'real teacher' is deep within.</p>
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<p>Your mind has a flood of questions. There is but one teacher who can answer them. Who is the teacher? Your silence-loving heart.</p>
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<p>This 'silence-loving heart' is receptivity itself. It is our capacity to be still, be open, and simply listen. The mind has all the questions. The heart has, and is, the answer.</p>
<p>Meditation speaks. It speaks in silence. It reveals that our life is Eternity itself.</p>
<h3>The blossoming of our indomitable inner will</h3>
<p>I've been talking a lot about silence. (And that's a typical paradox in itself – talking about silence!) But clearly there are different levels and qualities of silence.</p>
<p>There is an Indian story about four monks who decide, as a form of spiritual discipline, to maintain a day of silence. That way they can be more focussed and concentrated, not waste their energy on smalltalk or get into useless arguments.</p>
<p>Well, everything goes well throughout the day. They go about their tasks feeling very virtuous and showing each other great respect. Then towards evening, it starts to get dark, and one of the monks, who is busy preparing food, says "Somebody should light the lamp". The second monk turns to him and says, "You spoke!" The third monk says, "Will you two shut up!" And the fourth monk says, "Now I'm the only one who hasn't broken the vow of silence!"</p>
<p>Maintaining even an outer silence – keeping our mouths shut – is more difficult than we might imagine. Much more difficult is maintaining an inner silence – the absence of thought. (Just try not thinking about anything for a minute!)</p>
<p>Yet, as my teacher Sri Chinmoy says, there are deeper levels again. He talks about the outer silence and the inner silence, then about the inmost silence.</p>
<p>He writes:</p>
<blockquote>This silence is not just the absence of sound. It is not even the absence of thought. It is the blossoming of our indomitable inner will.</blockquote>
<p>It is that dynamic quality which characterises true meditation:</p>
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<p>Beyond speech and mind,<br/>
Into the river of ever-effulgent Light<br/>
My heart dives.<br/>
Today thousands of doors<br/>
Closed for millennia<br/>
Are opened wide.</p>
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<h3>Meditation is not an escape exercise</h3>
<p>Recently I went to a performance by American artist Laurie Anderson. In the middle of the show she made a point about silence. She stood quite still, centre-stage, held total silence for a couple of minutes. The silence was fairly comfortable – this was a sophisticated audience, we knew our minimalism, our John Cage – this was one of those silences, right? Then she made the point that when that happened on radio, or even worse, on TV, it was cause for panic. Dead air! The void had to be filled!</p>
<p>Socially too – round a dinner table say – if a silence falls there's a nervousness, a clearing of throats, before someone kicks in with 'Say... I, uh... saw this show on TV...' In such situations, there's a fear of silence, an embarrassment, a sense of feeling exposed.</p>
<p>And it's true, I think, at a deeper level, that silence is something we fear. Dead air. Fill the space. Switch on the TV. Plug in the headphones. Shout down the mobile phone. Anything rather than face the emptiness, for that would mean facing ourselves.</p>
<p>Meditation is that very act of facing ourselves, accepting the silence.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy writes:</p>
<blockquote>Meditation is not an escape exercise... The seeker who meditates is a divine warrior who faces suffering, ignorance and darkness and tries to establish the kingdom of wisdom-light.</blockquote>
<p>And with perseverance, we reach the depths of our being, our true self.</p>
<blockquote>When we meditate, what we actually do is enter into a vacant, calm, still, silent mind. We go deep within and approach our true existence, which is our soul.</blockquote>
<h3>The eternal Now is the only reality</h3>
<p>At the start, I quoted from my teacher Sri Chinmoy, talking about meditation as a diving deep within. Here is another passage where he expands on that idea:</p>
<blockquote>How do we meditate silently? Just by not talking, just by not using words, we are not doing silent meditation. Silent meditation is totally different. When we start meditating in silence, we feel the bottom of a sea within us and without. The life of activity, movement and restlessness is on the surface, but deep below, underneath our human life, there is poise and silence. We imagine this sea of silence within us, or we feel that we are nothing but a sea of poise itself.</blockquote>
<p>And the ideal is to carry this poise into everyday life. The spiritual life is one of balance – silence at the heart of action, but also dynamism at the heart of silent meditation.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy once described the difference between prayer and meditation as follows: 'When I pray, I talk and God listens. When I meditate, God talks and I listen'.</p>
<p>Meditation is that listening, attentively and in silence, to the voice of the Absolute within us.</p>
<p>There is a special way to listen to the Voice of God, and that is to meditate in silence. Then there is no tomorrow, there is no such thing even as today. It is all now. The eternal Now is the only reality.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation/reflections">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Anniversary</h2><div class="field-item"><p>   Do you remember those summers long ago<br/>
   That forested valley where we lived<br/>
   Remote, cocooned in silence?<br/>
   After sundown the bush smelt dry and honeyed<br/>
   And moths crowded the lamplight.<br/>
   I cut a hole in the hut wall<br/>
   With a chainsaw<br/>
   Slapped in a pane of cracked glass<br/>
   To watch the close-by ridgelines in the night.<br/>
   Stars blazed, owls sang their comfortless cry<br/>
   And the creek purred at the edge of our sleep.<br/>
   Yes, you liked it there<br/>
   And if I had offered you something different<br/>
   You would not have been enchanted.<br/>
   That long ago life seems<br/>
   So far behind us now<br/>
   But I remember the moths<br/>
   Blue-sheened and dazzled<br/>
   In the lamp’s bright aureole<br/>
   And watching them fall<br/>
   One by one<br/>
   I knew you wouldn’t be here long.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<p>Ich möchte mit Ihnen die Inspiration und Freude teilen, die ich durch meine Lebensentwicklung erleben darf.</p>
<p>Das ist heute, doch wie hat alles angefangen? Nach meinem Abitur studierte ich ganz klassisch BWL. Ich hatte allerdings nicht das Gefühl, dadurch ultimativ glücklich zu werden. Nicht das ich bis dahin unglücklich gewesen wäre. Ich hatte eine glückliche Kindheit und auch eine schöne Zeit als Jugendlicher. Doch da waren des öfteren Momente, in denen ich das starke Bedürfnis hatte mich mit der "inneren Welt" und der Seele zu beschäftigen.</p>
<p>Als ich auf Bücher stieß, die über Meditation schrieben, erregte das meine Aufmerksamkeit. Ich war neugierig und versuchte es selbst. Mit mäßigem Erfolg muss ich sagen. Meine Suche war anfangs nicht anhaltend. Periodisch kehrte so eine Art „innere Sehnsucht“ wieder. Jetzt wuchs in mir das Bedürfnis einen Lehrer zu haben. Ich wollte aber nicht irgendeinen, sondern einen wahren <a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/library/fragen/meister" target="_blank" title="Meister">Meister</a>, von dem ich wirklich alles lernen könnte. Zu der Zeit dachte ich, man könne einen Meister ausschließlich in Indien finden. Und genau da wollte ich nicht hin. So etwas nennt man wohl ein Dilemma.</p>
<p>Zum Glück gab es ein Buch auf das ich aufmerksam wurde. Der Autor, ein Brite namens Reshad Field, schrieb in  „Ich ging den Weg des Derwisch“ über sein Leben und wie er zu seinem Meister gekommen ist. Er fand ihn in Schottland. Da erwachte in mir eine Hoffnung, wenn es Reshad Field gelungen ist, einen Meister in Europa zu finden, müsste es für mich doch auch möglich sein. Über dieses Buch bin ich mit weiterer Sufi Literatur in Berührung gekommen. Zur Erläuterung, Sufismus ist der mystische Teil des Islams und ist ein Weg des Herzens und der reinen Liebe zu Gott. Das hat mich außerordentlich fasziniert. Dann geschah eine Weile nichts.</p>
<p>Bei einem meiner Besuche in der Unibibliothek Köln fiel mir ein Poster für einen Vortrag über spirituelle Meister auf. Es sprach mich direkt an aber ich ging nicht hin. Nach ein paar weiteren Wochen entdeckte ich wieder ein einziges Poster, an einem Laternenpfahl. Diesmal war das Thema „<a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/library/fragen/tod?searchterm=tod%20und%20wiedergeburt" target="_blank">Tod und Wiedergeburt</a>“. Ich kam nach Hause und sagte zu meiner Frau: heute Abend müssen wir unbedingt auf diesen Vortrag gehen. Diesmal klappte es.</p>
<p>Der Vortrag wurde von einem Schüler Sri Chinmoys gehalten. Das was er sagte war gar nicht so wichtig für mich. Es war seine Ausstrahlung die mich faszinierte. Als ich dann am Ende des Vortrags noch ein Foto von Sri Chinmoy sah, hatte ich in meinem Herzen das Gefühl, jemanden zu treffen der mir sehr vertraut war.</p>
<p>Kurz darauf entschied ich mich <a href="https://de.srichinmoy.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> zu bitten, mich als <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/yoga-und-das-spirituelle-leben/meister-und-schueler" target="_blank">Schüler</a> anzunehmen. Dazu schrieb ich ihm einen Brief und legte ein Foto von mir dazu. Ich wurde angenommen und bin seither auf einer spannenden und erfüllenden Abenteuerreise, sowohl in der inneren als auch in der äußeren Welt.</p>
<p>In meinem beruflichen Leben habe ich sehr viele unterschiedliche Erfahrungen sammeln dürfen, die mir dabei helfen, meinen Traum zu leben. Ich coache Unternehmer, Führungskräfte und Mitarbeiter eine Unternehmenskultur zu leben, die auf Vertrauen und Respekt basiert.</p>
<p>Natürlich haben Unternehmen eine wirtschaftliche Aufgabe. Viel wichtiger für mich ist jedoch die Aufgabe, Menschen einen Rahmen zu geben, der ihnen hilft, persönlich wachsen zu können.</p>
<p>Durch die Meditation habe ich gelernt, wie wichtig es ist, Zeit für Wichtiges zu haben, und eine innere Freude zu kultivieren. Achtsamkeit und Meditation sind daher auch in Unternehmen ein Schlüssel zu ganzheitlichem und nachhaltigen Erfolg. Es ist mir ein tiefes Anliegen, einer Arbeit nachzugehen, die mit Sinn erfüllt ist und die meinem Verständnis von Spiritualität entspricht.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-bikash">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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    Not this week, but a white-knuckle<br/>
    white-water hell ride<br/>
    hurtling down a dark river<br/>
    gauntlet of boulders and beasts<br/>
    lashed down like Ulysses<br/>
    shrinking back from cascading waves<br/>
    and those malign granite warriors<br/>
    arrayed up there on the canyon ramparts,<br/>
    brute colossi towering in stone, vengeful,<br/>
    poised to explode from their frozen cliff top sleep.<br/>
    I, menaced now by the triple sirens –<br/>
    doubt, fear, remorse –<br/>
    screaming 'God ! guru ! man ! See,<br/>
    You don't exist!'<br/>
    riding my broken raft into the abyss,<br/>
    plunging down the canyon of grief<br/>
    out to the edge of this world.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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    while others sleep<br/>
    he sees whole galaxies of stars<br/>
    wheel and turn<br/>
    across indigo meadows of sky<br/>
    and hears the sounds of night<br/>
    convey a thousand stories.<br/>
    Thoughts, useless as comets<br/>
    trail across his inner void<br/>
    whole worlds are born, expire.<br/>
    Racked by an unrelenting wakefulness<br/>
    he twists and turns,<br/>
    a crucifixion<br/>
    gawks at night unraveling<br/>
    through a skylight window.<br/>
    Cats yowl; a drunk clatters bottles<br/>
    shouts his rage into the dark;<br/>
    far off a single church bell gong.<br/>
    Lying in his solemn bed<br/>
    at dawn he sees<br/>
    the sky grow pale<br/>
    hears<br/>
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<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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    I heard you cry like a bird<br/>
    and saw your white face<br/>
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    and pained,<br/>
    hands panicked and fumbling blind<br/>
    at the rows of stupid produce<br/>
    now tumbling down –<br/>
    then you started your own slow fall.<br/>
    And I watched, stunned and saw<br/>
    your paroxysms, legs flapping<br/>
    and no one to hold you at the end<br/>
    poor sod<br/>
    whimpering, friendless, then dead,<br/>
    lying amongst the yoghurt on the cold,<br/>
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<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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<p><strong>    Journeys</strong></p>
<p>    I like travelling<br/>
    Slow miles unravelling<br/>
    over forests, farmlands<br/>
    and quiet hills meandering<br/>
    on journeys to nowhere.</p>
<p>    I like wandering<br/>
    watching and pondering<br/>
    each moment marvelling<br/>
    at life unfolding<br/>
    as I pass along this way.</p>
<p>    I like brooding<br/>
    by seasides soothing<br/>
    by waters calming<br/>
    on grey stones falling<br/>
    the moondance of tide<br/>
    ebbing and flowing<br/>
    on journeys we make, somewhere.</p>
<p>    I like travelling<br/>
    life unravelling<br/>
    as we pass this way<br/>
    going somewhere<br/>
    and nowhere.</p>
<p>       – Jogyata.</p>
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    Untouched by other worlds<br/>
    they preen in high-up haven boughs<br/>
    scramble upside down<br/>
    in shadowed leaves and light.<br/>
    All day long<br/>
    the murmur of indolent birds.<br/>
    In the musket blaze<br/>
    of flowering kowhai<br/>
    bellbirds flit and gorge<br/>
    on pendulums of clustered<br/>
    yellow trumpets.<br/>
    Chatterbox larks<br/>
    rise up to their aerial kingdom,<br/>
    orbit in blue meadows<br/>
    proclaim from their high up pulpits.<br/>
    But no one is listening.<br/>
    Waders stalk the hem of sea—<br/>
    white-laced and whispering<br/>
    its same old cadences and songs-<br/>
    and look, an ocean wanderer<br/>
    come to rest<br/>
    bleached bones, ragged feather flag<br/>
    a broken yellow wing.<br/>
    Here on these black sands<br/>
    that were once mountains<br/>
    everything finds its end.<br/>
    I once held your hands here<br/>
    the thin bones<br/>
    while you wept all<br/>
    your griefs at the sea.<br/>
    Oh my dear<br/>
    Oh my dear</p>
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<h2>Experiences of Meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Short description of personal experiences of meditation</p>
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<p>Meditation is an important part of my life. I meditate for about 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the evening. I sometimes meditate for longer but often there are outward pressures which make this difficult.&nbsp; However no matter how busy I am I always find time to meditate.</p>
<p>I am still pretty much a beginner but I have&nbsp;had many good experiences through meditation. When I meditate well and&nbsp;can quiten the mind, I experience a happiness that is difficult to get from outer activities. In fact they are a different kind of happiness. Inner Peace is also a quality I can feel, but it was not how I imagined it would be. The peace from meditation is actually quite a dynamic feeling and you feel it is a peace that you need to offer to others.&nbsp;When I meditate well I feel an unexpected oneness with the rest of the&nbsp;world.&nbsp;I feel meditation also affects the rest of your day as well. Meditation gives you a greater detachment from external circumstances. For example you get less frustrated by small things.</p>
<p>However having said all that its difficult to describe meditation because by nature meditation goes beyond the mind and cannot be described in words. <a href="https://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> wrote a poem called &quot;<a href="http://www.writespirit.net/spiritual-poets/sri-chinmoy-poetry/my-flute/the-absolute/" target="_blank">The Absolute</a>&quot; which attempts to express the ultimate transcendental consciousness, which is a goal of meditation.</p>
<p>I am grateful to have a living Meditation Teacher <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>.&nbsp;<a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> &nbsp;began meditation at the age of 12 when he moved to the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. Here&nbsp;he had many profound spiritual experiences, often meditating for several hours at a time. He lived in the ashram for 20 years,&nbsp;before coming to New York, US.</p>
<p>It is a great inspiration to see Sri Chinmoy meditate in person, I feel he is able to go to a very high state of meditation and this tangibly effects your own meditation.</p>
<p>- <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/richard_pettinger">By Tejvan Pettinger</a></p>
<p>- Free <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">Meditation</a> Classes in the UK</p>
<p>- Articles on <a href="http://www.writespirit.net/wp-content/cache/supercache/www.writespirit.net/resources/meditation//" target="_blank">Meditation</a>&nbsp;at WriteSpirit.net</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/experiences_of_meditation">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>The Guinness Book of World Records recently brought together the world's smallest and tallest horse to be photographed with each other for a feature in the upcoming edition of the Guinness Book of World Records. Radar, a Belgian draught horse, stands 6 ft. 7 1/2 in. and weighs 2,540 lbs. Thumbelina, a dwarf miniature, is 17 inches tall and weighs 65 lbs. Thumbelina eats 2 cups of grain and a handful of hay. Radar eats 18 lbs. of grain and 20 gallons of water. Worlds apart in size and things like how much they eat and drink, what could these two horses possibly share in common?</p>

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<p>They both share the experience of being lifted by Sri Chinmoy on specially designed weightlifting apparatuses used as part of his <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/lifting_up_the_world">Lifting Up the World with a Oneness Heart</a> initiative.</p>
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<p>At the end of May 2007, Sri Chinmoy offered a Lifting Up the World with a Oneness Heart award to Thumbelina at a gathering in Queens, NY in honour of of the efforts to raise a million dollars for needy children through the <a href="http://www.worldssmallesthorse.com">Thumbelina Children's Society</a>. He lifted her on a seated calf-raise apparatus and overhead on a lifting apparatus along with her owner Michael Goessling and handler Tago De Peitro.</p>
<p>One month later, Sri Chinmoy lifted Radar and his handler Charles Woods on a standing calf-raise lifting apparatus in upstate NY. He was inspired to lift Radar because "Radar is the tallest, so Radar gave me the inspiration to set my goals to the highest." Additionally, he wrote two songs about the horse which his students performed during the event.</p>
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Related articles:</h3>
<p>John Gillespie's blog entry at Sensitivitytothings.com <a href="http://sensitivitytothings.com/2007/07/28/tallest-smallest/">World’s Tallest, Smallest Horses Lifted, Literally</a>.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoybio.co.uk/news/weightlifting/a-weekend-of-weightlifting-sri-chinmoy-lifts-the-worlds-tallest-horse-and-then-the-strongest-men-in-the-world/">Sri Chinmoy Lifts The World's Tallest Living Horse.</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoybio.co.uk/news/weightlifting/sri-chinmoy-lifts-the-worlds-smallest-horse/">Sri Chinmoy Lifts The World's Smallest Horse.</a></p>
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<p>As I recollect a sublime gathering in New York on the weekend, my thoughts also turn to this passage by C.S. Lewis which I like very much. For me it sums up our essential aloneness with God as we journey through life trying to learn the myriad lessons that will help us grow and evolve. Lewis writes:</p>
<p><i>&quot;You have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw - but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported . . . All the things that have deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it - tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest - if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself - you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say &#39;Here at last is the thing I was made for.&#39; We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want . . . which we shall still desire on our deathbeds . . . Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it - made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.&quot;</i><br/>
(C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, NY: Macmillan, 1938, 145-148)</p>
<p>While I find tremendous wisdom in Lewis&#39;s words, if anything might challenge its veracity, I suggest it is the Joy Day held in Queens last Sunday at the new centre for classes/meditation meetings of new members in our group. We have heard many wonderful stories of Joy Days held in countries across the globe and have been treated to photographic memories of the occasions as well. Now I feel privileged to have attended a Joy Day that like these others, is brimming with laughter, community and real joy.</p>
<p>The newly-rented apartment nearby the 3100 mile race route was the venue. The house itself and yard are quite nice. A feast including barbecued veggie burgers/dogs, pizza, Indian food and more satisfied the hungriest of appetites. My pal Virangini was the grill chef extraordinaire.</p>
<p>Games and prizes were also de rigeur. Shooting baskets, musical chairs and a bike race where the slowest finisher wins gave birth to much laughter and amusement.</p>
<p>As night fell, we retired inside and had a meditation complete with chanting and singing the <em>Invocation</em>&mdash;a song invoking the presence of God in our lives that was penned by <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy</a> many years ago, and is considered sacred by his students. The size of our group barely could be contained within the room and the closeness of quarters seemed to just multiply the feeling of camaraderie and community. Difficult to describe, suffice it say that the feeling in the room as we sang the Invocation now ranks as one of my favorite experiences of singing this sacred song.</p>
<p>After we took prasad (blessed food&mdash;a tradition amongst spiritual Masters), everyone was milling about eating and talking. This moment provided the opportunity for me to get introduced to some of the new members of our centre in the New York area. Many are Bengali and I diligently tried to remember which individuals went with which mothers, fathers, children, etc. New and old, longtime local residents and weekend &quot;visitors&quot; like myself all mingled in a true feeling of warm community.</p>
<p>This happy murmur was suddenly upped to an electric buzz of excitement with the announcement that <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> had just arrived at our gathering. His surprise visit was such a blessing! He placed a tray of chocolate chip cookies on his lap and handed prasad to each of us. After pictures were taken of Sri Chinmoy with the leaders of this particular group, he departed as quickly as he had arrived.</p>
<p>Then somehow proving that good things can just keep getting better, we turned to the performance part of our gathering. Most of the new members present performed - either singing traditional songs to Krishna, Durga, and Kali or singing some of <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/" target="_blank" title="The Songs of Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy&#39;s songs</a> (with and without instruments). The children performed as well - either singing or reciting poems by their Guru (the older children from memory). The whole program was just perfect. Twice during the performances I felt shivers up and down my spine because I was so moved by the singing.</p>
<p>When at last the evening drew to a close with the showing of the film <i>The Little Buddha</i>, this now tired attendee departed. Now I know firsthand just how much joy one can share in a centre joy day. It was the perfect balance of games, fun, food and spiritual activities. The best part of all was the solid feeling of community that pervaded the entire gathering. I would almost go so far as to say that C.S. Lewis was proved wrong in his depiction of the truth that the only true union is that of our souls with the Highest. What this day adds perhaps is the clause that the oneness of shared spiritual community makes the essentially solitary journey infinitely more sweet.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/new_york_joy_day">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Die dunkelste Nacht ist vorbei</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Meine Mutter litt unter sehr starken Depressionen. Sie und ihr Mann hatten ihre Arbeit als Hotelmanager verloren. Ich sprach mit ihr einige Tage vor der Entlassung und es schien ihr gut zu gehen. Doch einige Zeit danach schien sie immer ernster zu werden und schlie&szlig;lich antwortete sie nicht mehr auf meine Anrufe, so als ob sie immer gerade schlief. Beim letzten Gespr&auml;ch mit ihr sagte sie, dass sie mir ihren &quot;letzten Willen und ihr Testament&quot; geschickt habe, doch ich solle mir keine Sorgen machen; sie erledige gerade bestimmte Arbeiten. Ich fragte sie frei heraus, ob sie an Selbstmord d&auml;chte, doch sie versicherte mir, dass dies nicht der Fall sei.<br/>
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Ich schickte Sri Chinmoy eine Nachricht, dass ich mich ernstlich um sie sorge. Als ich dann ihren letzten Willen per Post erhielt, wurde ich verzweifelt und versuchte immer wieder sie anzurufen, aber sie nahm den H&ouml;rer nicht mehr ab.<br/>
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Ihr Ehemann rief mich eines Abends gegen 23 Uhr an und benachrichtigte mich, dass meine Mutter nicht da sei; er meine, er m&uuml;sse die K&uuml;stenstreife anrufen. (Sie kampierten in ihrer einzigen Unterkunft, einem Campingwagen, an einer kalifornischen Strandpromenade.) Um ein Uhr mittags rief er zur&uuml;ck und sagte, dass die Polizeistreife meine Mutter gefunden habe, &quot;ohne Reaktion in der Brandung, aber lebend&quot;; sie brachten sie gerade in der Notaufnahme unter. Als ich die Botschaft an Sri Chinmoy weitergab, schlug er vor: &quot;Kann Parvati nicht hingehen?&quot; Ich selbst dachte nicht so klar und schnell, aber pl&ouml;tzlich flogen alle T&uuml;ren auf. Ashrita besorgte mir ein Ticket f&uuml;r einen Flug, der eine Stunde sp&auml;ter ging und bei welchem ich den einzigen leeren Sitz zu bekommen schien. Als ich dann am Flughafen in Kalifornien ankam, erhielt ich das letzte Mietauto, nachdem mir sechs andere Mietwagenfirmen sagten, dass sie &uuml;berhaupt keine Autos mehr hatten.<br/>
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Da gibt es viele, viele wundersame Geschichten, die mit dieser Geschichte verbunden sind, aber ich willmich kurz halten. In der zweiten Nacht, die ich dort verbrachte, erhielt ich einen Anruf mit einer Botschaft von Sri Chinmoy. Es handelte sich um eine &Uuml;bung, die ich f&uuml;r meine Mutter im Krankenhaus w&auml;hrend meines Besuchs ausf&uuml;hren sollte. &quot;Stelle dir vor, dass du zur gleichen Zeit wie deine Mutter ein- und ausatmest. Wenn sie einatmet, f&uuml;hle, dass der Supreme in ihr Herz eingetreten ist. F&uuml;hle dann, dass ein wundersch&ouml;nes wei&szlig;es Licht sie umgibt. Wenn sie ausatmet, f&uuml;hle, dass dein eigenes Herz weiter und weiter wird und dass du die negativen Kr&auml;fte, die in sie eingetreten sind, wegnimmst. Mache dir keine Sorge. Ich werde mich um dein Leben k&uuml;mmern. Ich werde es sein, der eigentlich die negativen Kr&auml;fte wegnimmt. Es wird sich nicht ung&uuml;nstig auf dich auswirken.&quot;<br/>
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Ich machte diese &Uuml;bung, wann immer meine Mutter schlief oder wenn sie sich mit meinem Bruder (ja, derselbe, den Sri Chinmoy zwei Jahre zuvor gerettet hatte) unterhielt. Ich konnte wirklich das Licht sehen, das sie umgibt. Wenn ich dieses Licht unter irgendwelchen anderen Umst&auml;nden gesehen h&auml;tte, h&auml;tte ich gedacht, dass diese Person eine Heilige sei, es war so deutlich.<br/>
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Die Tage vergingen und meine Mutter nahm mehr Anteil am Leben, aber sie a&szlig; noch nicht, was die &Auml;rzte und Krankenschwestern beunruhigte, noch gab sie irgendein Zeichen, dass sie am Leben interessiert sei. Sie war jetzt bereits vier Tage lang auf der Intensivstation und es war erforderlich, sie in eine andere Abteilung zu bringen, am besten in eine psychiatrische Klinik. Aber jedes Mal, wenn sie weggebracht werden sollte, ereignete sich aus den unterschiedlichsten Gr&uuml;nden etwas, das die &Uuml;berweisung vereitelte.<br/>
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Am vierten Tag wollten mein Bruder und ich unsere Mutter besuchen, aber die Krankenpflegerin sagte uns, dass sie keine Besucher wollte. In panischer Angst rief ich in New York an, damit man Sri Chinmoy diese Nachricht &uuml;bermittelte. Nach einigen Stunden lie&szlig; sie uns in ihr Zimmer. In ihrem Zimmer war ein gesch&auml;ftiges Treiben. Anscheinend hatte eine der &Auml;rztinnen den Arzt eines anderen Krankenhauses aus &quot;reiner Gef&auml;lligkeit&quot; angerufen. Der Arzt dort hatte gerade noch ein Bett zur Verf&uuml;gung und wenn wir uns beeilen w&uuml;rden, k&ouml;nnte man meine Mutter dort hinbringen. In dem Ma&szlig;e, wie unsere Begeisterung wuchs, begann meine Mutter pl&ouml;tzlich auch Begeisterung zu zeigen und nahm sogar einige Bissen Nahrung zu sich, um ihre Bereitschaft zu signalisieren. Bei dem Telefongespr&auml;ch mit dem Arzt des neuen Krankenhauses, h&ouml;rte ich sie sagen: &quot;Ja, ich bin bereit das Erforderliche zu tun&quot;, offensichtlich als Antwort auf die Frage des Arztes, ob sie f&uuml;r eine Behandlung bereit war. Die Pflegerinnen arbeiteten eifrig und versuchten meiner Mutter den Platz im neuen Krankenhaus zu sichern. Doch beobachtete ich mit Schrecken, dass es nicht gelang, meiner Mutter gen&uuml;gend Blut den f&uuml;r den erforderlichen Test abzunehmen und dann, wie sich die Berichte, die sie ins neue Krankenhaus faxten, im Faxger&auml;t verklemmten. Unn&ouml;tig zu erw&auml;hnen, dass die &Uuml;berweisung an diesem Abend nicht stattfand.<br/>
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Als wir am n&auml;chsten Morgen erschienen, war es meiner Mutter gl&uuml;cklicherweise gelungen, ihren Enthusiasmus aufrecht zu erhalten. An diesem Nachmittag wurde sie in ein anderes Krankenhaus &uuml;berwiesen. Im Nachhinein stellte sich heraus, dass die Einrichtung, f&uuml;r die alle so schwer gearbeitet hatten, fast zwei Stunden vom Haus meines Bruders entfernt gewesen; dieses Krankenhaus aber war nur vierzig Minuten entfernt.<br/>
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Ich war nie zuvor in einer psychiatrischen Klinik gewesen. Doch obwohl ich ruhig und l&auml;ssig sein wollte, wenn ich nach der Besuchszeit wegging, begann ich stattdessen unkontrolliert zu weinen. Aber das Wunder der Transformation hatte in meiner Mutter schon stattgefunden und sie handhabte es erstaunlich gut &ndash; sie bl&uuml;hte regelrecht auf.<br/>
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Am n&auml;chsten Tag war Sri Chinmoys Botschaft, dass &quot;die dunkelste Nacht vorbei war&quot;.&nbsp; Als ich an jenem Abend meiner Mutter diese Botschaft &uuml;berbrachte, b&auml;umte sich ihr K&ouml;rper auf, als ob sie ein Blitz getroffen h&auml;tte. Sie hielt die Tr&auml;nen in ihren Augen zur&uuml;ck und sagte: &quot;Wow! Das ist so kraftvoll!&quot; Dann erz&auml;hlte ich ihr von der &Uuml;bung, die mir Sri Chinmoy gegeben hatte, w&auml;hrend sie auf der Intensivstation gelegen hatte. Am n&auml;chsten Abend erz&auml;hlte sie uns folgende Geschichte: Sie war in einer Gruppensitzung und die Patienten sprachen &uuml;ber ihre &Auml;ngste. Sie erkl&auml;rte, dass Angst hat, dass ein unvermeidlicher Zusammenbruch an der n&auml;chsten Ecke lauerte, da sie sich so fantastisch gut f&uuml;hlte. Der die Sitzung f&uuml;hrende Therapeut antwortete: &quot;Wei&szlig;t du, es erscheint komisch, aber ich habe dich beobachtet und es scheint, dass du dieses Licht um dich herum hast.&quot; Meine Mutter war verlegen und sagte: &quot;Ach, ich muss im Sonnenlicht gesessen haben.&quot; Der Arzt sagte: &quot;Nein, das ist es nicht; es ist etwas anderes. Ich glaube, du wirst gesund werden.&quot; Und so war es auch.<br/>
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Parvati (New York)</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/erlebnisse/parvati_2">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Wie geht es deinem Bruder?</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Eines Tages war ich alleine in der Arbeit. Ich hatte die Telefonnummer meines Bruders herausgesucht, um ihn anzurufen, wurde dann aber abgelenkt. Ich war mitten in meiner Arbeit, als das Telefon klingelte. Shephali rief mich von Sri Chinmoys Haus aus an. Sie rief an, weil Sri Chinmoy eine bestimmte Meditationssch&uuml;lerin suchte, die ich allerdings schon zum Flughafen gebracht hatte. Ich h&ouml;rte Sri Chinmoys Stimme im Hintergrund und Shephali beantwortete eine Menge Fragen &uuml;ber verschiedene Dinge. Dann kam die Frage: &quot;Wie geht es deinem Bruder?&quot; (Anmerkung: Ihr Bruder ist kein Sch&uuml;ler Sri Chinmoys)<br/>
Ich antwortete Shephali, dass ich annehme, es ginge ihm gut und sie teilte das Sri Chinmoy mit, worauf Sri Chinmoy bemerkte: &quot;Sage deinem Bruder, wenn er f&uuml;nfzehn Tage lang zu trinken aufh&ouml;rt, kann er mich besuchen kommen.&quot; Ich war etwas erstaunt und sagte: &quot;Ich glaube nicht, dass Trinken im Augenblick sein Problem ist.&quot; Shephali sagte das Sri Chinmoy und dieser wiederholte: &quot;Sage deinem Bruder, wenn er zwei Wochen lang aufh&ouml;rt zu trinken, kann er mich besuchen kommen.&quot; Ich sagte: &quot;Wow, es scheint, Sri Chinmoy wei&szlig; etwas, was ich nicht wei&szlig;.&quot;<br/>
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Als ich auflegte, rief ich sofort meinen Bruder an und war sehr erstaunt, dass mein Stiefvater am Telefon war. Ich fragte, ob mein Bruder da sei und er antwortete: &quot;Ach, hat dir deine Mutter nichts gesagt? Ich lasse dich besser mit ihr sprechen.&quot; Es ist wahrscheinlich nicht n&ouml;tig zu erw&auml;hnen, dass mein Herz still stand. Als meine Mutter ans Telefon kam, erkl&auml;rte sie mir, dass mein Bruder im Krankenhaus war; er hatte sich beinahe zu Tode getrunken.<br/>
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Es war offensichtlich, dass Sri Chinmoy mich durch die vorherige telefonischen &Auml;u&szlig;erung nicht nur vor einem Schock bewahren wollte, ohne vorherige Warnung etwas &uuml;ber meinen Bruder zu erfahren, sondern dass er auch &uuml;ber die Sachlage Bescheid wusste und dass ich schon unter seinem Schutz war. Als ich dann mit meinem Bruder sprach, der sich immer noch im Krankenhaus befand, sagte er, dass er innerlich um Sri Chinmoys Hilfe geschrien hat.<br/>
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Parvati (New York)</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/erlebnisse/parvati_1">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Die Seele meiner Mutter</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="jogyata-dallas.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/de/storyimages/jogyata-dallas.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Es gibt eine Geschichte von Buddha, in der zu lesen ist, dass sich, als er zum ersten Mal die Erleuchtung erhielt, sogar die Tiere und Vögel des Waldes um ihn herum versammelten, weil sie von seiner Ausstrahlung und seinem Licht angezogen wurden. Die Geschichte erzählt weiter, dass später, als er in seiner Erleuchtung weiter fortgeschritten war und in der Welt umher wanderte, um anderen zu dienen, die Vögel und Tiere ihn nicht mehr bemerkten – er war über jenes anfängliche Stadium der Erleuchtung hinausgegangen und jetzt war kein Selbst mehr übrig, um noch bemerkt zu werden.<br/>
Als Sucher inspirierte mich diese einfache Geschichte und erinnerte mich daran, Heiligkeit und Spiritualität eher in Bescheidenheit und ohne Ego zu suchen, als in offenkundigen und offensichtlichen Manifestationen in der Form, wie wir andere beurteilen.</p>
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<p>Meine Erinnerung an meine Eltern, besonders an meine Mutter, ist gefärbt von dieser Auffassung der Dinge. Ich betrachte es als Glück, so großzügige, bescheidene, gutherzige und liebevolle Eltern zu haben, an die ich mich sogar jetzt noch, wo sie beide diese Welt verlassen haben, mit viel Bewunderung und gegenseitiger Liebe erinnere. Das Scheiden meiner Mutter von dieser Welt war wie ihr Leben, anmutig und einfach und berührt von einer gewissen Bescheidenheit, von Humor und Charme.</p>
<p>Ich erinnere mich an ihr letztes Abschieds-Winken aus dem Fenster, als ich von unserem letzten Beisammensein wegfuhr: ihr Gesicht am Fenster neben ihrem Bett, mit empor gehobener Hand ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ sagend. Bei ihrem Begräbnis spielten meine Frau Subarata und ich Aufnahmen von Sri Chinmoys Komposition "Phire Chalo"; wir lasen Abschnitte aus seinen Schriften über die Natur des Lebens und des Todes – und dass es das Geheimnis des Lebens ist, dass es keinen Tod gibt. Ich erinnere mich an ein bestimmtes Gefühl in meinem Herzen, als ob ich an einem gewissen Ereignis oder an einer Erfahrung in der inneren Welt teilgenommen oder diese wahrgenommen hätte, die mit der scheidenden Seele zu tun hatte.</p>
<p>Einen Monat später in New York – als ich auf einer Bank sitzend meditierte, während Sri Chinmoy Tennis spielte – stieg in mir plötzlich dasselbe Gefühl hoch und ich wusste, dass die Seele meiner Mutter da war. In diesem Augenblick hörte Sri Chinmoy auf Tennis zu spielen, ging zurück zu seinem blauen Häuschen und setzte sich. Dann rief er mich zu sich. Er sagte mir, dass die Seele meiner Mutter ihn des öfteren besucht hatte. "Tatsächlich", sagte Sri Chinmoy, "war die Seele deiner Mutter gerade jetzt da." Ich sagte: "Ich weiß, Meister, ich glaube dir. Gerade jetzt fühlte ich, dass sie hier war." Und so bestätigte Sri Chinmoy äußerlich, was ich innerlich gefühlt hatte.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy hatte das Herz meiner Mutter schon Jahre zuvor bei seinem ersten Besuch in Neuseeland beim Besuch eines Flötengeschäft in Auckland gewonnen. Ich stellte sie vor und sagte: "Meister, das ist meine Mutter Anne." Sri Chinmoy stand neben mir, legte seine Hand auf meine Schulter, lächelte sie mit jenem göttlichen Lächeln an, das nur er hat und sagte: "Ich bin so stolz auf deinen Sohn." Auf diese Weise, in diesem einfachen Moment, stahl Sri Chinmoy das Herz meiner Mutter.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/erlebnisse/jogyata_1">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Introducing: The Blue Bird vegetarian café</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
In The Beginning...<br/>
The Kettledrum Café first opened its doors to the public on 15th March, 1995.</p>
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Several months of hard work preceded this phenomenon, starting with finally summoning up the courage to tell my Dad that I was not going to be taking up an overseas post-doctoral fellowship after all but was instead going to walk away from my career and many years of training to open a café in Auckland. He just looked at me and said, "So do you need any appliances for this?" Just like that. No big deal.</p>
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Toshala at The Kettledrum</p>
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Buoyed by <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s encouragement, in August of 1994, to open a café representing the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a>, I moved to Auckland from Hamilton and took a short business course, then obtained a hygiene certificate so that everything would be above board and 'proper.'</p>
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The next thing was the actual location of the shop and I decided on a small mall in Elliott Street initially because it was tiny and affordable. And, looking back, it was a good place to cut our teeth on and hone our skills for although I was a keen amateur cooky-type and enthusiastic foodie, I had no idea how to run a business and had never worked in a café or restaurant before. Two very good friends, <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata">Subarata</a> and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a>, chose all of the decorations, the crockery, tables and chairs, etc, whilst I organised (ergonomically, of course!), and decked out, the kitchen.</p>
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There are some rare and special people on this earth who are extremely generous and even when they have nothing at all to call their own – they will still give you everything. Subarata only owned one (albeit battered!) pot, two plates and a fork and on the day before we opened, she walked into the Kettledrum kitchen with these in a box – she was donating her entire kitchen paraphernalia to the enterprise! She said that Jogyata and she would eat off napkins and takeaway plates from now on. Also when her sisters sent her any money from Ireland, she would buy things for the café – things that would enhance the food display or could be used to decorate something. She really liked making things look cute.</p>
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We decorated the menu boards and we also recruited others to help us set up. The day before opening I cooked all day and all night. Then the Robert Harris representative turned up with our cappuccino machine, on which he gave us a quick demonstration. He made a cappuccino, took a sip, then offered the same cup for Subarata and myself to sample from. Very quickly Subarata said, "Oh, we only drink tea!" <em>Phew!</em></p>
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So then we opened and the public swarmed in. We were very busy for that week as we had two stilt-walking clowns walking around outside on 1 metre stilts, handing out leaflets about The Kettledrum. They did a very good job. Since that fateful day we were open at the Elliott Street location for two and a half years, and Sri Chinmoy came to visit us on 30th June 1995 – and liked it!</p>
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Sri Chinmoy at the Kettledrum Café in 1995</p>
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On 13th April 1997, Sri Chinmoy gave The Kettledrum the name <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz">The Blue Bird</a>. The phrase, 'Blue Bird' is often used by poets to refer to the soul and Sri Chinmoy uses this avian metaphor in his own poetry:</p>
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<strong>REVELATION</strong> (abridged)<br/>
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<strong>No more my heart shall sob or grieve.<br/>
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.<br/>
Above the toil of life, my soul<br/>
Is a bird of fire winging the Infinite.</strong><br/>
   – Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
From: <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/library/poetry/my_flute" title="My Flute - a collection of poems by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy - Sri Chinmoy's official homepage">My Flute</a><br/>
Full version: <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/library/poetry/my_flute/revelation" title="Revelation - a poem by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy - Sri Chinmoy's official homepage">Revelation</a></p>
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This theme is also prevalent in <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/">Sri Chinmoy's art</a> – he has drawn millions of birds in a series of drawings and paintings collectively called the 'Dream Freedom Peace Birds', which represent the light and delight of the soul and it's flight to freedom and happiness. These have been displayed in many galleries and cities throughout the world. There is a very tiny selection of these on the walls of The Blue Bird.</p>
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Eventually the Elliott Street location became too small so we moved to bigger premises at 299 Dominion Road, Mt Eden, which opened on 22nd July 1997. Again it was a team effort to set up – Subarata again as our interior decorator and purchasing officer.</p>
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Over the years we have changed and evolved – as has our menu! However two things have remained constant: we all love spirituality and are avid foodies!</p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> came and visited us on the 30th of November, 2002 – and liked it! On that day he wrote a song for The Blue Bird. This has been recorded by the spiritual music group Shindhu on their CD 'Shindhu 8', which is one of the recordings of <a href="https://www.srichinmoymusic.com/">Sri Chinmoy's music</a> that we play in the café to set a spiritual theme and to offer a little of Sri Chinmoy's beautiful and peaceful world to everyone who comes in. The Blue Bird song can be heard on the <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz/about.html" title="About | The Blue Bird vegetarian café – vegetarian and vegan cuisine in Auckland, New Zealand">About</a> page of The Blue Bird's website.</p>
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Sheet music for The Blue Bird song and Sri Chinmoy at The Blue Bird on the 30th of November, 2002.</p>
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The Blue Bird is one of the many international vegetarian cafés and restaurants owned and operated by the students of Sri Chinmoy. Each one has a distinctive name and atmosphere; they can be found in cities such as Christchurch, Melbourne, Adelaide, Brisbane, San Diego, San Francisco, Seattle, New York, Toronto, Ottawa, Halifax, Paris, Montpellier, Zurich… to name a few! There is a list of links to some of these vegetarian cafés and restaurants on the <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz/links.html" title="Links | The Blue Bird vegetarian café – vegetarian and vegan cuisine in Auckland, New Zealand">links</a> page of The Blue Bird's website which is also home to <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz/gallery/" title="The Blue Bird Gallery | The Blue Bird vegetarian café – vegetarian and vegan cuisine in Auckland, New Zealand">The Blue Bird Gallery</a>.</p>
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We believe that universal harmony begins in the heart of each individual and our goal is to nourish that harmony by offering delicious vegetarian food prepared in the spirit of love and oneness.</p>
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Return to: <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/toshala">The Homepage of Toshala Elliott</a></p>
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<h2>Harkara&#039;s home page</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Hallo und willkommen auf meiner Homepage! Gleich im Anschluss findet Ihr zuerst mal meinen Lieblingsaphorismus von Sri Chinmoy, meinem spirituellen Lehrer.</p>
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<p>Vollkommenenes Glück<br/>
ist gleich<br/>
Enthusiamus<br/>
minus Erwartung.</p>
<p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p>
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<p><a href="https://harkara.srichinmoycentre.org/geschichten/esraj">- Wie Sri Chinmoy Pramodan und mich in zwei Instrumentenbauer verwandelt hat ...</a></p>
<p><a href="https://harkara.srichinmoycentre.org/geschichten/esrajen">- How Sri Chinmoy transformed Pramodan and me into instrument makers ...</a></p>
<p><a href="https://de.srichinmoyraces.org/kanal-schwimmen-internationales-team" target="_blank">- Im September 2010 durchwamm ich mit einem 4-köpfigen Team den 34 km langen Ärmelkanal ...</a></p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-harkara">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Last summer I was lucky enough to fly to Tampa Florida and attend a <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy&#039;s Harmony Concerts.">Harmony Concert</a> offered by my meditation teacher, <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy</a>. I also visited Consciousness-Blossoms - a restaurant that is owned and operated by Sri Chinmoy&#39;s students in Tampa. We also made two visits to the apparation of Mary, an imprint on the windows of a local office building. Leading up to this weekend, I was immersed in my Guru&#39;s book, <em>I am Telling You a Great Secret. You Are a Fantastic Dream of God</em>. This book mostly contains questions asked by children to Sri Chinmoy. Each question and answer was creating a powerful impression upon me. Something about the simplicity and straightforwardness of both the questions and answers deeply appealed to me. It can be found full text in the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0166" target="_blank" title=" You Are A Fantastic Dream Of God - by Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy Library</a> if you would like to delve into it. Until I arrived in Tampa, little did I know just how strong the impression of this book truly was.</p>
<p>While we were at Consciousness-Blossoms, <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> sat and talked with us about many topics. The intimacy of our gathering in the small cafe was quite special and we had enjoyed a meal and Prasad (blessed food&mdash;a common tradition among spirtual masters) during our time there. The experience was tinged with a poignant sadness despite the peace flowing through the cafe. Two of our Guru&#39;s dear, dear friends had just died in the space of a very short time. A king from Indonesia who Sri Chinmoy met with during a Christmas trip passed away and Pir Vilayat Khan, the Sufi Master as well. He spoke movingly about them both and his students&#39; hearts were most certainly filled with sympathy to see their dearest Guru&#39;s sadness. We sat there rapt in attention and meditation for easily over two hours.</p>
<p>At one point during Sri Chinmoy&#39;s talk with us, I heard something that roused me with a start and riveted my attention. Now that it is a little over a year later, I cannot remember the context of the before and after of what he said - just the simple phrase that surprised me. &quot;And then when I worked at the ashram international library...&quot;&nbsp; Because I have worked in libraries for over twenty years, this comment rang in my ears as if I just had heard that the second coming had arrived. I was floored and stared at my teacher for the longest time, never having read or heard about him working in a library prior to this moment.</p>
<p>What I suddenly realized was that I had been reading in the book I mentioned above that God appears to each person in the way that they can recognize and resonate with. My personal interpretation of his words was that to a cat God would be a cat, to a horse God would be a horse... and to a librarian God would be ... a librarian. Countless experiences recounted by his other students reaffirm this notion that being his student offers a powerful and remarkable opportunity to experience firsthand the omniscient aspect of God.</p>
<p>I was very moved that Sri Chinmoy included this special moment of self-giving to me in the midst of his personal sadness. In the twenty years that I have been his student, this constant service to his students and the world around him is the singular and only behavior that I witness him exhibiting - ever! Because I am a solitary sort of person, I found it especially comforting that I could be receiving a spiritual lesson from my teacher without anybody else even knowing it was happening. I am convinced that we could set a Guinness World Record for the longest book ever if all of these blessing moments were recorded on paper instead of just inside the &quot;tablets of our hearts.&quot;</p>
<p>I expect I&#39;ll spend the rest of this lifetime and future ones as well trying to assimilate the lesson &quot;Tat twam asi, That Thou art.&quot; But who could be luckier to have this profound lesson brought home in the simple phrase, &quot;When I worked in the library....&quot;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/that_thou_art">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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With tuppence for paper and strings,<br/>
you can have your own set of wings.<br/>
With your feet on the ground,<br/>
You're a bird in flight!<br/>
With your fist holding tight,<br/>
to the string of your kite!</p>
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Let's go fly a kite<br/>
Up to the highest height<br/>
Let's go fly a kite<br/>
And send it soaring<br/>
Up through the atmosphere<br/>
Up where the air is clear<br/>
Oh, let's go fly a kite!</p>
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When you send it flying up there,<br/>
all at once you're lighter than air!<br/>
You can dance on the breeze,<br/>
over houses and trees!<br/>
With your fist holding tight,<br/>
to the string your kite!</p>
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- Robert B. Sherman (from the film "Mary Poppins")</p>
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Not just a child's pastime, the history of kite flying traces back 3,000 years. Several different cultures are credited with the invention of the kite, including Malaysia, China and the South Sea Islands. With varied uses and purposes, kites embody significance in many ancient civilizations.</p>
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Credited as the first kites ever by some historians, South Sea Island kites were used as an aid in catching fish with bait and a web attached to the tail of the kite. In China, another possible birthplace of the kite, tales of kites being used to aid in military strategy date back as far as 200 BC.</p>
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In New Zealand, the Maori tribes associated divine meaning to kites. They believed that birds carried messages from men up to the Gods and they shaped their kites in the form of birds. Since kite flying was imbued with spiritual meaning, the Maori used the following ritual chant during a kite's ascent. Called the <em>Turu Manu</em> it translates as:</p>
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<em>My bird, by power of charm ascending,<br/>
In the glance of an eye, like the sparrow hawk,<br/>
By this charm shall my bird arise,<br/>
My bird bestride the heavens.<br/>
Beyond the swirling waters,<br/>
Like the stars Atutahi and Rehua,<br/>
And there spread out they wings,<br/>
To the very clouds. Truly so.</em></p>
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In Bali, an aspect of the Hindu God Shiva is called Rare Angon and is the God of Wind and Kites. In Korea, kites are released into the sky to invoke prosperity and health when the first male child is born. In Thailand, kites were flown in the monsoon season as a way to send prayers to the monsoon gods. In several Asian countries, kites are commonly shaped in the form of Buddhist imagery - birds, turtles and dragons. In India, kings employed kite fliers and the Hindi language has over 100 words to connote the kite.</p>
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In addition to religious significance and symbolism, kites were important in scientific experiments and inventions. Kites played an important role in aviation history. They were used to launch thermometers and other meteorological devices to measure the atmosphere. Benjamin Franklin and Alexander Grahams Bell used kites in their scientific research.</p>
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Spiritual teacher <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy</a> employs the imagery of the kite in <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0011/90" target="_blank" title="'Invocation' - by Sri Chinmoy.">The Invocation</a>, a song he considers to be his most sacred composition out of the thousands of songs he has written. The words are <em>"My Breath Thy Vision's Kite"</em>. When asked to comment on the meaning of this line in the song, he answered:</p>
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<em>"Breath is the eternal life. So 'my breath' means eternal life. God's ultimate, ever-transcending Dream or Vision is the eternal life. Kite symbolises divine glory. The kite is flying, which represents the revelation or manifestation of the divine glory. God existed as the Absolute unmanifested. He wanted to manifest Himself constantly on earth so He brought down the eternal life. We see only the earthly life, which lasts sixty, seventy or eighty years; but here on earth there is also the message of eternal life. That eternal life we can find inside the heart, for that is where the soul is.</em></p>
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<em>The Supreme's highest Wisdom can be seen and felt only here. The physical heart is one thing; the spiritual heart is something else. The physical heart is a tiny muscle, but the spiritual heart embodies God's entire universe. When we think of our spiritual heart, we feel it is something very tiny in comparison to the universe. But this is wrong. When we concentrate on the divine heart and feel the real divine heart, we will see that inside it the entire universe exists, that the heart is vaster than the universe itself.</em></p>
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<em>Although the spiritual heart is eternal, at times it does not feel that it is; so the Supreme first enters into the heart and makes the heart feel that it is eternal, that it has eternal life. Then the Supreme starts His journey. He is going to transcend at every moment His own transcendental Reality; and while He is transcending, He is proclaiming or revealing or manifesting His divine Glory in the form of a kite."</em><br/>
(Excerpt from <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0281/2/14/" target="_blank" title="'Sri Chinmoy Speaks, Part 7' - by Sri Chinmoy.">Sri Chinmoy Speaks, Part 7</a> - by Sri Chinmoy)</p>
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When you fly a kite, see one in the air, or just ponder its image as you sing "The Invocation," may your spirit soar as you let out more line, watching the kite knock at Heaven's door.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/spirit_of_kites">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><i>&quot;Paintings are there on the subtle plane, but we have to use paint to manifest them.<br/>
It is like a river, the river is flowing down from the subtle plane, in this case the creative plane,<br/>
and when it touches the earth, at that time it takes form and becomes creation itself.&quot;</i><br/>
- Sri Chinmoy</p>
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I slowly walked through the Queens, New York private gallery of paintings and drawings in Pilgrim Museum at Aspiration-Ground, taking a moment to absorb the feeling the colours and shapes created inside of me as I viewed each work. I stopped with a start before one painting by <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> entitled &quot;Universal Love&quot; with these exact words beautifully written across the bottom of painting in handwriting itself artistic. I stood mesmerized as an inner fragrance washed over me that felt comforting and familiar.</p>
<p>As a seeker yearning to discover truth, beauty and increasing God nearness, my spirit resonated with the depths of divine kindness, love and acceptance that seemed to pour forth from this painting. I felt as if I could have stood fixed to that spot for eternity staring into the essence imbued within this painting. Its abstract form provided the perfect invitation to follow the flow of the consciousness that unfolded in my heart. Like viewing a personal documentary, I remembered the countless sacred moments when God had awakened my sometimes-faltering steps into the breath of spirituality with the self-same quality I felt from this painting.</p>
<p>Transfixed, I humbly considered how this precept called &quot;universal love&quot; summed up the entirety of my personal journey through life. An expression of God&#39;s divine love for all of creation, the universal love energy embodied in this painting gently takes me by the hand and sleeplessly carries me to higher vistas. Like the church Sacre Coeur sitting on the hilltop of Montmartre high above Paris, universal love lifts me above the doubt, cynicism and failure left behind in the city streets far below.</p>
<p>I have never seen a print or postcard reproduction of this particular painting until now 4 years later when I have just purchased a print and postcard of the painting. Frm then until now I never forgot the feeling it created inside of me. Every step in my spiritual seeking resonates with this painting&#39;s essence. How I wish I could live my life permanently cradled inside this all-nourishing energy. Beautifully summing up this defining essence in my life, Sri Chinmoy states within one of his poems from <b><i>The Wings Of Light</i></b>, Part 8, &quot;His God is the home of universal Love.&quot; No truer words describe my existence.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/picture_of_love">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Landing in New York City after an almost thirteen hour nonstop flight, I breathe a sigh of relief. Luggage finally claimed and passport stamped for my return to America, I feel that the journey is almost over. Ah yes, don't forget customs - that form filled out on the plane where I struggled to guess how much I spent on souvenirs and gifts out of the yen bought at the Tokyo airport the day I arrived. I hand the customs officer my form and he passes me through - nothing to declare. Well--- nothing except the evidence of a weakness for "Hello Kitty" dressed in kimonos on a variety of items!</p>
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Now a week has passed. Feeling infinitely more normal than a week ago Monday (that being my first day back to work), I'm alive and alert enough to appreciate that a beautiful summer day is enjoyably in progress. The weather is nothing less than perfect - 83F/28C, low humidity and a positively angelic breeze lightly blowing. Arriving home from work, I decide to wait until closer to sunset before I take a stroll on the bike path near my house.</p>
<p>With my camera tucked inside a waist pack, I walk along feeling so contented. Our spring and summer has been especially rainy so a simple summer breeze and sunset offer themselves as an unparalleled gift. Soon I'm chasing after a large monarch butterfly because it reminds me of Japan was teeming with butterflies and this association between the two still resonates. The butterfly fluttered away out of sight without me catching a photo of it.</p>
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I turn around and my attention is divided between the sun almost setting on the right horizon and the flock of swans up ahead in the cove on the left. Taking inventory, I count about 15 or 16 swans all grouped near a little outcropping of rock close to the path.</p>
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<img class="right lazyload" alt="sunset_ swans.jpg" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/sunset__swans.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I cut off the path and up to the bank's edge, taking occasional steps back to watch the setting sun. I am feeling so completely peaceful and content because of the glorious weather. I cannot help but imagine that the swans have the same sentiment. They look more languid than usual and a number of them are using their body as a downy pillow for their head. Perhaps ever guilty of anthropomorphism, I'm utterly convinced that they are enjoying this beautiful summer evening sunset just as much as myself.</p>
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Memories tug at my awareness as I take photos of the swans as the sun is setting. My first toe in the water with photography a little over a year ago started with a fascination for photos of swans at the bike path - particularly at sunset! Now a year+ later, I delight in trying to capture their languid movements, the pink dreamy sunset tint of my surroundings and relish the fun of taking photos of them through the tall fronds of grass on the cove bank. I bask in the satisfaction of tangible progress in my swan/sunset picture-taking abilities.</p>
<p> Then the sun actually sets and the sky becomes a wash of pink, orange, grey, clouds and blue background sky. The colours march into the night's darkness. I watch a different kind of beginning deep inside this day's ending as the pink and orange hues descend onto the water, the swans and into my heart,</p>
<p>Although Mother Nature sings us a dreamy lullaby of sunset, I suddenly get rather excited! It's here! I feel it! The same peace from Japan - I still taste it and sense it all around me out on this path even though it is busy with wayfarers and despite the Providence city skyline etched by the sunset up ahead. I've been home a week back in my regular routine and now that the jet lag fog disperses the peace is still here. Hallelujah! If it could be measured in density in the air, say a part per million, it isn't as strong as Japan's inner silence but I know for certain that it would register if measured.</p>
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The sense of silence's constant renewal which I felt in Japan isn't the same, but I am thrilled that it is still lodged inside me. Nothing to declare? How false is that? I need to find that customs form and check off the box marked "other" so that I can more accurately portray what I carried home from Japan. I suppose the customs form doesn't have a section for beauty, inner peace and tranquility but I know that I have exported all of them back to America as clearly as my Hello Kitty souvenirs. I know it because I have never felt such deep contentment and peace out on the Bike Path as on this swan sunset evening.</p>
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When I look at the photos from that night added to my gallery album, it still reverberates. I do not know if it will for you as well, but a swan dressed in pink sunset colours is a pretty sight just the same. <img class="left lazyload" alt="swan_symmetry.jpg" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/swan_symmetry.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The symmetry of the two swans in 'Sunset Swans Snooze' makes them seem like twins. They looked like they were feeling just as lazy dazy as me on a summer's eve.</p>
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Now I know one doesn't have to travel to Japan to find inner silence and peace since the simple act of meditation draws from the same well. Nonetheless, Japan offered this peace thirsty traveller a blessingful dose. I will have to fill out that form all over again since after all. I have ever so much to declare. Thank-you Japan. Thank-you so much.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/nothing-to-declare-further-impressions-of-japan">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h3>A Tribute to Patty Swift March 1, 1929-February 1, 20006</h3>
<p>I like the man who faces what he must, With step triumphant and a heart of cheer; Who fights the daily battle without fear; Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God, - that somehow, true and just His plans work out for mortals; not a tear Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear, Falls from his grasp - better, with love, a crust Than living in dishonor: envies not, Nor loses faith in man; but does his best, Nor ever murmurs at his humbler lot; But, with a smile and words of hope, gives zest To every toiler: he alone is great Who by a life heroic conquers fate. (poem included in the service) -Sarah Knowles Bolton (1841-1916)</p>
<p>I pulled up my car to park on the street and knew this much be the church I was looking for because of all the cars lined up on both sides of the road. The quaint and simple New England church by the seaside of Padanaram was full to the rafters since people were even sitting in the balcony. Not one but two guest books were being lovingly signed as we entered the sanctuary.</p>
<p>I took a seat in a pew joining some of my library co-workers. My heart brimmed with gladness as my eyes took in the sweep of people represented at this memorial service to celebrate the life of Patty Swift - a true hero whose life had touched us each and every one. I was truly moved as I pondered that not a single person at this funeral was a relative of Patty. We were just the humble recipients of her greatness eager to pay her tribute with ones like me traveling from the next state with an inner compulsion almost beyond my ken.</p>
<p>Patty was a remarkable person who left her mark on all who knew her - and her presence in the town was unmistakable. Just look for the motorized wheelchair driving down the local streets with the flags attached to the back flapping in the breeze. Her physical life was fettered with cerebral palsy but she lived a gallant life against all the odds this disability presented to her.</p>
<p>She was born in 1929 and in the earlier stages of the disease was able to walk with braces and crutches but eventually became wheelchair bound. In her youth, schools were not equipped to serve students with special needs so her parents home schooled her. She was an only child and maintained extraordinary independence after the death of her parents. Until her passing on Feb. 1st 2006, she lived on her own with caregivers coming in to attend to her. She had a winter and summer home, ran a home-based business selling magazine subscriptions, went bowling every Sunday, took the ferry to Martha&#39;s Vineyard most every day in the summer time, had two cats for pets that she adored, managed to type, read books and serve on the board of directors of local organizations, sew beautiful needlepoint - the list goes on and on. What makes all of this so remarkable is that while her mind was brilliantly clear and wise, she was completely wheelchair bound, could barely move her hands and could barely be understood when talking.</p>
<p>Despite her handicaps, Patty was known to one and all as one of the friendliest, generous, loving, and happy people we have ever met. She was deeply religious and a fiercely devout God lover. Her absolute faith in God was the bedrock of her life and the gift that made her life sing across the treetops regardless of her obstacles.</p>
<p>Patty came regularly to the library where I work and while I did not know her intimately she touched my life. She used to tape record church sermons at the Congregational Church she belonged to and loved to listen to church hymn music. She would come almost daily into the library to sit and read or do needlepoint and we would get her set up at one of the bigger tables near the reference desk. More often than not she would have us taking all manner of goodies out of the storage pouch on the back of her wheelchair with frequent gifts of food for the library staff or food items to place in the charity food pantry basket near the door.</p>
<p>After we took her coat and hat off and put her book and other items on the table inevitably she would put on her headphones and listen to her church music which somewhat escaped through the player and headphones and wafted through the area for neighboring ears. Although libraries are stereotyped for demanding quiet atmospheres, no one ever stopped Patty from listening to her church music as it leaked through her headphones.</p>
<p>During the memorial service for Patty, Rev. Bob Boynton chose beautiful poems by poets such as George Eliot, Alfred Lord Tennyson and even a poem another regular library patron had written in tribute to Patty while she was still living. She was very involved with the church and a much beloved parishioner. At one point Rev. Boynton invited those of us sitting in the congregation to speak forth words that expressed Patty best. Courageous, brave, independent, thoughtful and many more rang out. Then individuals stood up in their place to offer a remembrance. Caretakers who knew her only briefly were nearly speechless with tears as they praised Patty. One woman who took her bowling also drove her to church and she said that Patty was eager to visit as many churches as possible - near or far.</p>
<p>She also provided a true role model of independent living for others with disabilities as well as being a teacher to those of us who are able-bodied in her refusal to isolate herself from the mainstream of life. She was a real pioneer and a hero. With no family at all after her parents died, she created family throughout this small town and first and foremost found family with God.</p>
<p>Choked with emotion, Rev. Boynton described to us how Patty loved hymns and that during her quick demise (a sudden onset of renal failure that saw her death coming less than one week from admittance to the hospital) a member of the church choir took a hymn book to St. Luke&#39;s Hospital and sang hymns to her in her final hours, not knowing even if she was conscious of what was happening. The Reverend beseeched us to think about what was it about Patty that cause someone not even related to her to offer her the hymns as her life left its mortal coil. He attributed her impact on people to her unfailing good-natured self-giving, kindness and love for others.</p>
<p>Patty trusted in God to take care of her despite her physical hardships. People say she never complained about her lot in life. Her impact on her community shows that God answered her faith with the care that she needed. I am personally humbled to have known someone whose life was such a dramatic gift to all who knew her. Never had I felt with such ardor that a memorial service was first and foremost a celebration of someone&#39;s life. I can only hope to dare to dream that my own life can continue to learn from heroes like Patty long after she&#39;s settled close to God in heaven.</p>
<p>I close with an excerpt of a long poem called &quot;O May I Join the Choir Invisible&quot; by George Eliot. This poem was one of the selected readings as a fitting description of Patty&#39;s life.</p>
<p>May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffus&#39;d, And in diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. -George Eliot 1867</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/local_hero">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Here are some of my writings first shared on the <a href="https://www.yahoo.com/" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy Inspiration Group">Sri Chinmoy Inspiration Group</a>.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/bamboo-butterflies-and-buddha-japanese-journey" title=" Japanese Journey">Bamboo, Butterflies and Buddha : Japanese Journey</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/nothing-to-declare-further-impressions-of-japan" title="Nothing to declare? Further Impressions of Japan">Nothing to Declare? : Further Impressions of Japan</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/picture_of_love" title="A Painting as a Picture of Love">A Painting as a Picture of Love</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/local_hero" title="Local Hero">Local Hero</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/perfect_day_malaysia" title="The Perfect Day">The Perfect Day</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/dividends/" title="Dividends">Dividends</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/defining_moments" title="Defining Moments">Defining Moments</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/everything_into_focus" title="Everything Into Focus - Bird Watching">Everything into Focus - Bird Watching</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/feminist_spirituality/" title="Feminist Spirituality">Feminist Spirituality</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/new_york_joy_day/" title="New York Joy Day Fall 2005">New York Joy Day</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/that_thou_art/" title="That Thou Art">That Thou Art</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/spirit_of_kites/" title="The Spirit of Kites">The Spirit of Kites</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/prose/night_blooming_flower/" title="Night Blooming Flower">Night Blooming Flower</a></p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Camera in hand, I set out for a bike path/swan hunting adventure. The sun was blindingly bright but the air was awfully chilly. As I meditated before heading out, I tried to imagine that my life could be like a tuning fork pitched to the note of God Himself and wondered what adventures that might bring. Would I see swans in this wintry weather? Once on the path I just enjoyed being in the moment and said let's try not to drown the chances of this happening in a sea of expectation.</p>
<p>I took a few photos of some birds standing on the ice which I called birds walking on water. Then over a craggy outcropping of rocks I saw a bunch of different birds and climbed off the path to reach this point for a better look. As a complete amateur, by the time I got out there I made such noise that they all scattered off. No harm. I'll sit on this rock and meditate on the water around me and wait! To my delight, geese arrived pretty noisily and I enjoyed my fill of just sitting and watching them. As I was starting to leave, I noticed that near me there were two people with what looked like fancy cameras on tripods. I certainly had been finding my own instamatic camera inadequate. I struck up a conversation with them and found that they were a father and son come from the neighboring state to bird watch here because apparently this cove is very good for birding.</p>
<p>Next thing I knew, I was looking through some kind of a telescope, learning about Hooded Mergansers, American Wigeon (they squeak instead of quack), Eurasians, red-necked can't remembers, and above all getting the final lowdown on the geese that I had been wondering about. They're wintering here in these coves that are only a stone's throw from my house. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming as I looked at these magnificent birds through equipment that made it look like they were right in front of me. The Hooded Mergansers have these spiked feathers on the top of their heads that had me shaking my head in amazement. The father was especially excited when telling me about seeing a rare bird from Puerto Rico that spent some time in a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania a couple of months ago (blown off course by hurricanes they think).</p>
<p>After they left, I sat back down on the rock listening to the geese talk up a storm, not able to drag myself away. Are geese like swans with a smudge, I asked myself? Then after all that I had already witnessed, two swans swam around the corner of the cove and eventually ended up quite near me. Yes, we talked. No, I didn't bring bread -- for which they definitely scolded me. My camera had long since run out film, which felt oddly appropriate. And the only thing biting was the wind. The advice of a photographer that they do like talking proved more than true. They liked <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/" title="The Songs of Sri Chinmoy" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy's songs</a> too as far as I can tell. I left there certain I found the right note on the tuning fork. If I'm lucky, I'm a little wiser for having kept the company of so many feathered friends today.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/everything_into_focus">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Oh dear. Today's project at work is to enter and process a large number of videos that the library recently received as a gift. A family brought them in, along with empty plastic video cases and a rewinder, after finishing the sad chore of clearing out the contents of the house of their now deceased mother.</p>
<p>It was quite a large quantity of items that we decided to keep and enter into the collection. As the cataloger, the lion's share of this somewhat labor-intensive task fell to me. Most of the titles were old familiar classics, some still shrink-wrapped in plastic. The work went more quickly than I first expected and I settled into the flow of it.</p>
<p>Because the little things carry more weight when you're trying to impose order on the chaos of human culture and make it accessible to people, I started to fuss when one video's cardboard cover was slightly tattered and bulging. Bother! How will I fit this one inside the plastic squeeze box that it will circulate in? What is the matter with this video, "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"</p>
<p>As I slid the videocassette out of the box to barcode and enter it, I saw folded up paper inside the cardboard cover and had the answer to my question. In my hands was a sealed bank envelope! I exclaimed to my nearby co-workers, and the first bill out of the envelope was a hundred. Then two fifties and numerous twenties and a ten. In my hands, I held $430.00. This woman hid money in the video box, and this became one game of hide-and-seek where the hidden item was not found until today by me.</p>
<p>Instantly, I called up my co-worker who had explained to me the circumstances of this gift. It was her day off, but she didn't scold me for calling her. Did she know what family brought these in so we could return the money to them? She explained that she wasn't the actual person to receive the gift at our front desk. She suggested that the next day, all those involved would pool their memories together and see if we could find out to whom we could return the money.</p>
<p>Everyone teased me about how I should have just kept it and not said anything. Since I do have some unpaid debts, I did briefly stare at it somewhat longingly. Of course, my parents instilled in me the basic tenets of right and wrong, and now as an adult I find the highest ethics in my spiritual teacher's life and actions -- a constant and steady example of what values in life reap real dividends. I find it in his self-giving and selfless generosity to people all across the globe. I find it in the many moral lessons in the plays we regularly perform of stories from his teachings and writings. I find it in the lyrics to his songs. I find it in the core of faith I have learned from him that God always provides for us when we want to make progress and become better citizens of the world.</p>
<p>We haven't yet figured out the name of the family that dropped off that gift which was far more valuable than they realized. Therefore the money went to our library's "special gifts" fund to buy library books. On the same day that I found the money, I had a very message from someone that I had been offering my goodwill.  Indeed that was one lucky day. And I consider myself luckiest of all to know that there are much richer dividends in life than what can be bought with the contents of that surprise envelope. </p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/prose/dividends">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Arabesque jump sky blue inside heaven's hopscotch<br/>
Heart intoxication inside the tight fist of love's all-pervading beacon<br/>
Laughter fragrance aria inside gossamer gilded wings</p>
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<p>See Also:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/more_poems/april_in_new_england_poem_and_photos" title="I climbed up on a rock">April in New England Poem with Photos</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings" title="God Love Poem with Drawing">Early Poems with Drawings</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems/sky_blue">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Puddle Jumping</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
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The crayon box opens for a colour waterfall<br/>
Watercolours spill into a puddle of light<br/>
No boots no umbrella a heart thunderstorm</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/more_poems/cloth_of_faith" title="Cloth of Faith">Next</a></p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems/puddle_jumping">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>A cold drafty drink in simplicity's cup<br/>
Line drawings of lace<br/>
in green curtains release<br/>
Bare murmurs of reach<br/>
for the sky heaven's shout<br/>
With gossamer tidings<br/>
winter's mirth winks<br/>
The emptiness zen of trees.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><img alt="Moonflower Opens" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/moonflower_opens.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><br/>
Flora Luna in darkness dreams<br/>
Shadow dancer before moonbeams<br/>
Perfume beneath the starry night<br/>
Blossoms sway dressed in the white moonlight</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/more_poems/puddle_jumping" title="Puddle Jumping">Next</a></p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems/flora_luna">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Cloth of Faith</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
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<p>Her life a bolt<br/>
unwrapped in grace<br/>
She bought six yards<br/>
the cloth of faith<br/>
With the thread of love<br/>
God stitched the cloth<br/>
Pieces of dream<br/>
pieces of pain<br/>
by hand are sewn back together again<br/>
His gift to her<br/>
Life born anew<br/>
The cloth of faith<br/>
A coat of many colours.<br/>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems/cloth_of_faith">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><a href="https://sharani.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings" title="God Love Poem with Drawing">Poems illustrated with my drawings</a></p>
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<p><a href="https://sharani.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/more_poems" title="More Poems">Poems illustrated with my photographs</a></p>
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<h2>Rainbow Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p><img alt="Poem Rainbow2" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/rainbow2.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>Far down the road<br/>
I hear there's a rainbow<br/>
Far down the road<br/>
I hear there's a plan.<br/>
When I travel the lifetimes<br/>
When I travel the lands<br/>
I need an inner peace walking stick<br/>
to give me a hand.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/rainbow_poem">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Pride Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p><img alt="Poem Bottle" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/bottle.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><br/>
Pride pops up<br/>
everything else hides.<br/>
Disaster day dawn<br/>
bottled with fizz<br/>
for a demon drink dry.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/pride_poem">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Pirouette Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Poem Pirouette2" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/pirouette2.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Who knew that life itself could spring up on its toes<br/>
like a ballet dancer pirouetting<br/>
from illusion darkness into<br/>
God's ever-beckoning love</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/gods_hour%20poem_with_drawing" title="God's Hour Hovers with Drawing">Next</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/pirouette">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Moors and Marshes Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
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<p>Moors and marshes cattails slight<br/>
Nobility climber or swampland plight!<br/>
When we choose the high road rather than the low<br/>
we rise above the wilderness of the valley of ego</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/leap_frog_realization" title="Leap Frog Realization Poem with Drawing">Next</a></p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/moors_and_marshes">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Leap Frog Realization Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Poem Leap Frog" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/leap_frog.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>Parenthetical places inside my heart<br/>
Leap frog realization start<br/>
Hollow out the rock<br/>
pour down the chime<br/>
Bud to bough breakthrough time</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/more_poems" title="More Poems">More Poems Illustrated with Photos</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/leap_frog_realization">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Ladybug Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Poem Katydid" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/katydid.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>The Ladybug smiled at the Katydid<br/>
Katy did too hop on one foot at the Grasshopper Ball last night<br/>
And she whirled past the Mayberry Pond - My, what a sight!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/gods_magic_hat" title="God's Magic Hat Poem with Drawing">Next</a></p>
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<p><img alt="Poem True Love Forever" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/true_love_forever2.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>How do you make a God Love Tattoo?<br/>
A big, big heart that says<br/>
to You only I'm true</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/pirouette" title="Pirouette Poem with Drawing">Next</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Hatch and Fly Poem with Drawing</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Poem Chick" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/chick.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Was  I a seeker yearning yearning for God's friendship here on Earth?<br/>
Did I even dare to fathom what my life was really worth?<br/>
Aspiration realm indeed unconscious then You gave it a new birth<br/>
Hear that peeping inside the shell?<br/>
My soul is crying to be free<br/>
You're my only incubator trying to help me hatch and fly<br/>
I'm your ugly duckling swan chick with the will to try and try<br/>
<a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/moors_and_marshes" title="Moors and Marshes Poem with Drawing">Next</a></p>
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Tick tock certainty that you can spin on a dime<br/>
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When will I awaken to this reality sublime</p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/sharani/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/pride_poem" title="Pride Poem with Drawing">Next</a></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/poems/early_poems_with_drawings/gods_hour poem_with_drawing">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>As a child during the 1960’s, the tumultuous decade was somewhat beyond my immediate reach – although instead of “cowboys and Indians” I played “cops and hippies” with the other children in the neighborhood. The eddies of the cultural revolution happening in my midst did kick in eventually when I went to college. Immersed in social activism, I think I joined and championed just about every political cause one could imagine, with the main focus on feminism. I sought meaning in relationships and career aspirations as well, going to graduate school part-time while working at a library at a prestigious university in Boston. Mostly I would apply myself in a quest for success in a certain goal and quickly ask myself in puzzlement, “Is this really the meaning of life?”<br/>
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Looking back on it now, I figure that God knew that I was ripe for spirituality when I kept observing how the groups trying to create a better world seemed to just replicate society’s problems on a micro-level. Following a spiritual path patterned on  <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a>’s teachings, the wiser quest of changing oneself in order to help change the world one person at a time rings in my life with deepest certainty.  2021 marks the 36th anniversary of when I became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy.<br/>
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The greatest gift this path has brought me is the slow but steady transition to more and more self-acceptance and love. It has also schooled me in a new outlook on the meaning of life – namely increasing one’s love and closeness with the divinity within and the glory of God singing forth in every corner in the world without. Since my spiritual name is the Bengali word for road, I conclude this short bio with a phrase from a poem I wrote predating receipt of this name,</p>
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No Other Road to Ignorance Death.<br/>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/introduction">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>My eyes tell me you are there, over there beside me. My heart tells me you are here, right here inside me.</p>
<p>My eyes tell me you are beautiful, O so beautiful. My heart tells me you are one with beauty, you created beauty.</p>
<p>My eyes feed my mind with your purity light. My heart feeds my soul with your love delight.</p>
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<p>A little over a week ago I bought a deluxe birdfeeder from <a href="http://wbu.com/">Wild Birds Unlimited</a> in Seekonk, Massachusetts called The Eliminator because it is designed to keep squirrels from eating the seeds and nuts inside.</p>
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<p>I have positioned it not too far from a window looking out from the living room into the backyard. I now have a new hobby. I can sit mesmerized for long stretches at a time with my camera poised for pictures and watch the birds and squirrels. The feeder perches are set so that the bigger birds cannot feed at it and the weight of the squirrels causes the openings to shut closed when the squirrels try to eat at them. It really works as you can see in these photos!</p>
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<p>The squirrels have had to settle on eating whatever seed the birds drop and I splurged on a no-mess variety without any shells in order to keep the ground under the feeder relatively clean. Already the neighborhood cats have discovered this new safari as well and take great interest in the influx of birds to my yard.</p>
<p>I am truly delighted to mesh my interests in nature photography and birdwatching by owning a backyard feeder. Up close and personal beats the Discovery Channel on cable anytime although I hear that the new BBC DVD set called <a href="https://blogcritics.org/dvd-review-planet-earth-bbc-the/" target="_blank">Planet Earth</a> which I bought for the library where I work has some of the best nature footage on television ever. For now, I'll just keep my ringside seat on the couch and snap away.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2007/05/11/yardsafari">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>When you are a town employee for almost 14 years and many of your co-workers grew up in said town, you come to feel like an integral part of the community even without living there.</p>
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<p>Such being the case, I was so pleasantly surpised to learn of a large field of daffodils not too far from my work for the first time this spring. It is owned by the Town's Natural Resources Dept., having been given as a gift by the former owner of the property.</p>
<p>I have gone there twice in the last couple of weeks - the first time only about half of the daffodils were blooming and the second time more like 85 percent. After walking up a hill through the woods, there is a nice wooden bench to sit on and big field of daffodils that have been planted with empty rows left for walking between them. One other visitor there guessed it was about an acre in size.</p>
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<p>So many flowers all together amongst the trees and wooded area are stunning in their impact. The sheer number of daffodils creates a sunny sea of yellow cheerfulness. While I often subscribe to the opinion that good things often come in small packages, this is a case where a large quantity and scope makes a much more impressive visual impact.</p>
<p>I took some photos of the daffodil field called Parsons Reserve and they can be viewed at my <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/sharani/dartmouth/daffodils/">gallery album.</a></p>
<p>Discovering this treasure for the first time feels like a real gift of spirit to me. I envision that a spiritual seeking and gratitude for the divine in natural beauty opened the door to learning of this precious flower oasis. I cherish it immensely and am grateful for these delights that seem to stem from a God-focused life.</p>
<p><strong>Other Bountiful Quantities of Flowers</strong></p>
<p>In August 2004, Ashrita Furman set a Guinness World Record for the world's largest bouquet. It was made of 101,791 roses and was offered in honor of Sri Chinmoy's 73rd birthday.<br/>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2007/05/11/daffodilsindartmouth">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><strong>Ich trainiere gerade für einen Marathon</strong>. Und ich möchte den richtig schnell laufen. Mindestens unter 2 Stunden 30 Minuten. Warum? Wofür der ganze Aufwand? Nun ja, so ein Marathon erfordert viel Training, Disziplin, eine gesunde Ernährung und eine gesunde Denk- und Lebensweise.</p>
<p>Um einen Marathon zu laufen, braucht man Konzentration, <strong>Willenskraft</strong>, <strong>Durchhaltevermögen</strong>, <strong>Mut</strong>, <strong>Geduld</strong>, <strong>Furchtlosigkeit</strong>, <strong>Enthusiasmus</strong>, Gleichmut und vieles mehr. Genau diese Dinge entwickle ich beim Trainieren für den Marathon und beim Wettkampf. Und das sind auch die Qualitäten, die man auf dem "Schlachtfeld des Lebens" braucht, um voranzukommen. Beim Marathon übe ich mich sozusagen fürs Leben. Es gibt da wirklich viele Parallelen. Deshalb trainiere ich dafür, einen Marathon immer schneller zu bewältigen.</p>
<p>Und meine <strong>tägliche Meditation</strong> (mein inneres Training) bildet immer den Grundstein für mein äußeres Training. Bevor ich mit der Meditation und dem spirituellen Leben begonnen habe, war es für mich undenkbar ein Marathon zu laufen. Erst durch die Meditation habe ich mein Bewusstsein für solche Themen geöffnet. Ich habe auch viel neue Lebensfreude durch die regelmäßige Meditation und das spirituelle Leben freisetzten können. Diese Freude ist auch mein Motor sowohl fürs Laufen als auch fürs Leben.</p>
<p>Ich habe noch eine weitere <strong>Motivation</strong>, einen schnellen Marathon zu laufen. Das ist auch meine Hauptmotivation: Mein spiritueller Meister Sri Chinmoy hat mich dazu inspiriert. Er selbst war ein leidenschaftlicher Läufer und in seiner Jugend sogar ein Sprinter, der viele Wettkämpfe gewann. Seine Schüler hat er ermutigt, regelmässig Sport zu treiben. Seine sportlich talentierten Schüler, "die schnellen Läufer" sozusagen, hat er gebeten, den Marathon unter 2 Stunden 30 Minuten zu laufen.  Dieser Einladung meines Meisters folge ich nun seit einigen Jahren.</p>
<p>Mittlerweile bin ich bei 2 Stunden 48 Minuten (Stand Herbst 2014). Mal schauen, ob es demnächst soweit ist mit den 2:30. Ich habe das Ziel fest im Visier. Mit der Gnade Gottes und der Gnade des Meisters werde ich mein Ziel erreichen. Aber nur, um mir dann ein noch höheres Ziel zu setzten (2:20??). Ganz nach der Philosophie meines Meisters Sri Chinmoy: "Das Ziel von heute ist der Ausgangspunkt von morgen". Glaubt mir, das spirituelle Leben wird <strong>nie langweilig</strong>.</p>
<p>Samalya Schäfer, Berlin 2014</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-samalya">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Yesterday Musicians</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In the early days of the Sri Chinmoy Centre in New Zealand lots of interesting characters came to the path and idle moments and Joy Days and random evenings together seemed filled with funny and entertaining trifles.</p>
<p><a href="http://toshala.srichinmoycentre.org/main-toshala" title="The Homepage of Toshala Elliott | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Toshala</a> was at the peak of her accordion prowess and could dash off some madly difficult classical piece with dazzling and effortless brilliance while we held our breath in disbelief. We would clamour for encores and she would oblige with another then another.</p>
<p>One boy, who had reinvented the car engine and was a very talented engineer, could capture the melodies of songs by clicking his jawbone – we were mesmerised! By rotating and clicking his lower jaw in its socket he could produce a series of precise bony notes that were clear renditions of simple songs. How we applauded! Another character pasted a cigarette paper to his lower lip and with the tissue acting as a surrogate reed, he could produce a cornemuse, brassy vibrato sound and play any song we requested by blowing through pursed lips! It was funny and extraordinary and we were charmed.</p>
<p>A young boy who came later could play Sri Chinmoy's song <a href="http://www.srichinmoysongs.com/song/view/phule-phule-dule-dule/9018/" title="Phule Phule Dule Dule Mora Nachi Kule Kule – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Songs">Phule Phule</a> with his toes on a guitar – we would marvel at such an eccentric skill and how this might have come about. Still someone else played songs with two teaspoons in one hand and two dessertspoons in the other, running up and down the octave with uncanny accuracy – everyone would join in, the jawbone specialist, the cigarette paper vibrato, Toshala on the accordion, and the clapping of hands, a clown orchestra.</p>
<p>Recently <a href="http://bhuvah.srichinmoycentre.org/main-bhuvah" title="Bhuvah's home page | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Bhuvah</a> played an old tape of her father whistling, a recording salvaged from her long ago childhood. Neville Thurston played the piano and accompanied himself with a very skillful and unusual double warbling, almost two different simultaneous notes. It was pure <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiwiana" title="Kiwiana – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Kiwiana</a>, the little things that come out of our landscapes and rural towns and winter nights and capture some feeling of what we are like, who we are.</p>
<p>The whistling from Neville Thurston's past filled us with some nostalgia for the long ago, its sweet memories and hopes and promises and a wistfulness at the fact of ageing, the passage of time. His whistling came out of a distant past and carried the pathos of yesterdays' lovely hopes and today's reality, a poignant snap of their family's springtime. Here he was, half a lifetime later playing the piano and whistling for us again, everything preserved on this old tape and bringing past and present together. Why do these snapshots of long ago so touch the heart – perhaps because we exist not only in space, but also in time, and what we are is attenuated out like an elastic band across the years of our living. The past and the present are really the same, and exist together.</p>
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Many years ago <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> offered a very fortunate group of his students a glimpse into an unexplored and unexpected corner of their <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/what-is-spirituality/what_is_the_spiritual_life" title="What is the spiritual life? – Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">spiritual life</a> – he offered to disclose their best inner quality, their worst quality and how each could make the fastest spiritual progress.</p>
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While a spiritual name or soul's name which <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> sometimes confers, identifies the soul's predominant or unique qualities, the 'best quality' highlights another active aspect, also powerful but the revelation of a different facet of the soul. The soul's name may also be a blossoming capacity, a bud opening and flowering during this and other lives while the 'best quality' is a current facet that may be replaced by another best, or worst, quality at a later stage.</p>
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Thus a spiritual name may describe the unique qualities and depths and tendencies of the soul, like a potentiality constantly revealing itself and moving towards its own self-unfoldment, while the best quality is a powerful flowering of that potentiality or tendency into life. Similarly, a 'worst quality' too is not a permanent feature of our inner life and only awaits its transformation or extinction through effort and progress – the soul's light finally banishes the shadows.</p>
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All those years ago, with trembling fingers I opened my envelope where in the Master's own inimitable and flowing handwriting several short, precise statements identified my best and worst spiritual qualities, and then there followed a brief description of how I could make the fastest progress. <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> only offered this opportunity the once, since this knowledge required of the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Master</a> a thorough and often exhaustive examination of our inner nature, a taxing commitment that summoned his deepest insight and searching inner gaze.</p>
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I already had suspicions about my worst quality and Sri Chinmoy's comments both confirmed this with an uncompromising clarity and demonstrated, unnervingly, how clearly he could see into my deepest secrets and tendencies and thoughts. Later I swapped notes and shared qualities with several good friends and we were head nodding for hours at the wisdom of the Master and the profundity of the comments he had made, their absolute and individual relevance. Since our best and worst qualities are of no use to anyone else there is little point in describing them and they are probably not intended for others to see – besides, our worst qualities, fifteen years on, may have been nudged out of the limelight by another of our numerous impediments to realisation, or our best qualities surpassed by a newly blossoming flower in the beautiful garden of the <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title=" your inner treasure | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">heart</a> and soul.</p>
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But as part of my 'how to make the fastest progress' Sri Chinmoy did urge that I practice 'conscious cheerfulness in the outer life' and this was of great help in trying to overcome a longtime habit of reticence and a disposition towards melancholy.</p>
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Those of us privileged to be given this glimpse into our deeper nature, a window of self understanding opened by the Master's grace, felt our life positively changed by this knowledge for it gave us confidence to unleash and to express our best qualities more, and a resolve to indulge or tolerate our worst qualities less. And then to apply the 'how to make the fastest progress' insights – pure gold!</p>
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The soul has come down to earth with the simple overriding purpose of consciously <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">realising God</a>, and God's Ambassador has just personally told you how to achieve this <em>very, very quickly!</em> Phew!</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<p>A steady downpour had led to the cancellation of our function at Aspiration Ground; instead we would receive this walking meditation blessing. A long line stretched for over three blocks, and we inched forward under umbrellas and a bright assortment of raincoats while light rain fell.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy sat before the window in the porch of his home in Queens and for over an hour concentrated on the slow procession of disciples as they came before him, a passing parade of souls from all over the world, braving this winter cold for these precious moments.</p>
<p>Filing by slowly, I was reminded how Sri Chinmoy had prepared himself for six hours before receiving <em>darshan</em> (vision/blessing) from Sri Aurobindo on those few occasions he would see his Guru in the physical – during our forty minutes of shuffling forward in the queue, we were trying to feel that selfsame intensity and gratitude, to lift ourselves up to our own spiritual heights and our most receptive consciousness. Then in the window at last there was Sri Chinmoy, leaning forward intently and concentrating first on the person before me, then me, then the person following. You have four seconds in which to grasp this abundance then all the time you like afterwards to assimilate inwardly what you have managed to receive, absorbing and grounding into your being whatever of this benediction you can retain.</p>
<p>Sometimes in such moments, epiphanies and little miracles can occur, as though that last touch of silent and wordless grace had removed another veil to understanding or a block to deeper meditation and your life can be somehow different and better. Perhaps you might have an inner experience that was awaiting such a moment to unfold, and the memory of this will help you for a long time to come. So the longer you stand there in the rain, and the more intensity you can bring, then the higher your meditation can go, the more you can prepare yourself and the more you will receive from these precious moments when an Avatar looks into your eyes and into your soul and brings the enlightening and redemptive grace of God into your being. This is the single greatest fortune you know you will ever have in your long search for happiness. You can add these moments to your little treasure chest of memories.</p>
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<p>I get a whole hour for lunch (unpaid mind you) so I mostly take the walk during the lunch hour. With the variety of weather in New England, I might be bundled up like an Inuit or changed into non-work clothes with my jacket tied around my waist.</p>
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<p>Last Monday as I walked I ruminated to myself about the differences in regional style in America. A New England transplant, I was considering how in the Midwest where I grew up it is much more common to greet strangers whose path you cross with a warm hello. Here it is more common not to acknowledge people when you are out walking. On Monday I must have crossed paths with several people and neither of us shared a greeting.</p>
<p>I especially notice the difference when my parents have come to visit. Until a couple of years ago, they only wintered where it was warm for their retirement and still lived in the Midwest the rest of the year. If we went for a walk in the neighborhood, they would naturally say hello to each and every person we walked past. One time when they went walking without me, they even struck up a long conversation with a man about a half mile away who lived in a very interesting looking old house with beautiful landscaping/gardens who I never did meet myself. If my thoughts turn to these regional variations, my recollection about my parents' visits here usually resurface.</p>
<p>Then later last week I was out walking at lunch when an older gentleman passed me coming in the other direction. He commented on the weather and I spontaneously responded to his enthusiastic demeanor with a friendly reply. Before I knew it, we had both stopped and were engaged in conversation. He very proudly shared with me that he was 91 years old and that the doctors told him he should walk regularly for a half hour to keep up his health. He seemed very spry and young - hardly 91! I heard a little about his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. One of his sons had been the county sheriff prior to the current one. His wife had died last April at age 89. I told him a little about my employment up the road at the library. Then we parted and I definitely had less time to swallow a few bites of lunch after adding in the extra time spent thus on my lunch hour.</p>
<p>During our encounter I had nary a thought in my head about my previous ruminations. It was only after the fact that I remembered I had only just engaged in stereotyping about New Englanders not greeting people on the street. It seemed that the "universe" was not going to let me get away with this type of thinking and offered me a quick lesson and reminder about the fallacy of stereotypes. I sheepishly felt as if I had my knuckles rapped yet felt grateful for the experience. My stereotypes about how much infirmity one might have at age 91 were exposed as well in this experience.</p>
<p>Sometimes stereotypes arise from a kernel of truth but the danger in applying them to life is that every rule admits of exceptions and every stereotype can be disproven in a heartbeat by the beautiful diversity of human experience. Invariably they diminish us.</p>
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<p>When I walked at work on my lunch hour after meeting Mr. Nelson, both times I greeted the people I passed and they returned in kind. I certainly hope that the next time I unconsciously fall into the stereotyping habit that I am again caught so I can steer my steps back to higher ground.</p>
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<h2>An intense, concentrated Fire</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In the first year of my PhD I became Sri Chinmoy's student. Prior to that I had completed a BSc, an MSc and had worked for a little over a year at MAF Technology (Ruakura) as a senior research associate.</p>
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<p>It was at that time that I met and became closely involved in the study of what was to become my PhD research topic, which was looking at endocrine systems to ascertain aspects of the physiology of bone development in growing mammals. Thus I found myself armed with a new and exciting research topic and enrolled at the University of Waikato, with a prestigious scholarship from MAF Technology, in whose modern-ish laboratories I was to perform the research, and where I had allocated office space and access to a well-equipped scientific research library. <em>Brilliant!</em></p>
<p>However my family circumstances were in the throes of upheaval. All four of my grandparents, as well as my Nana's mother (my great-grandmother) had just up and died and my uncle – a very wise and kind man to whom we all looked for guidance at this time – was stricken with leukaemia. Several months before he died he advised us to learn how to meditate. He said that, "Meditation brings you close to God!" So my mother and I both attended free meditation classes that were being offered as a community service by the Sri Chinmoy Centre. And we enjoyed them so much, we joined the Centre ourselves!</p>
<p>When my uncle died he left us to the guidance of the wise, kind and universal philosophy of Sri Chinmoy, with which we have been happy and safe for many years now. But I digress... this is really a story about my studies and how meditation augmented and ultimately completed my research.</p>
<p>Every Sunday afternoon for more than three years I would drive to Auckland from Hamilton (which took 1 hour and 47 minutes), attend meditation night at the Centre, and drive back late at night. Over these three years I also went to New York several times to attend Sri Chinmoy's special celebrations, which were most funfilled and fulfilling events.</p>
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<p>At this point I had better mention that these trips were much against my main PhD supervisor's advice and wishes! He felt that they were fruitless exercises and were distractions from the main focus of my life, which he felt was my budding scientific career. At one stage he called me into his office to rant at me about it! I calmly pointed out that these trips had not slowed my studies down, and I had also always met my work deadlines – and he had to agree! This was a small victory. I had noticed changes, though, with the passing of time. My focus shifting off my direct studies had side effects that I could never have imagined had I been outside of the situation. I found my perspective clarified and I became more liberal in my technical discussions and in decisions regarding my research directions – and I started coming across as a flexible and <em>(in some instances)</em> clever thinker! In short, my meditation life made me more philosophical, and as I was studying for a Doctorate of Philosophy degree, this was very useful.</p>
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<p>However the full meditation-derived benefits to my study came as the end of my research drew near early in 1994 when thesis writing (sketchily begun as research was carried out) began in earnest. For any research project (or degree involving one) there is not really any clear end, what with new avenues of research developing and suggesting themselves, as the main line of research grows and evolves. The project itself is usually not clearly set out at the beginning as, with progress, results determine further directions, in which way the study takes form. The end of a fruitful project - like the one I was working on - was when enough data had accumulated for a sizeable thesis.</p>
<p>However I had reached the end of the time for the research grant under the terms of the MAF scholarship, and I was also scheduled to go to New York for 12 days in April, which was one week away. I had worked hard to complete the comprehensive requirements for laboratory work so as to be at leisure to write the thesis intensively when I got back – freshly inspired – from overseas. How wrong could I be? My supervisor called me into his office <em>(uh oh)</em> and Laid Down The Law! He told me that if I went away at this point (when he felt I needed to focus for a few months on intensive thesis writing) my grant (already near the end) would be terminated and there would no longer be office space for me when I returned!! <em>(Talk about a Drama King!)</em> His intention was to pressurise me to cancel my trip to New York so that I would not lose my "Focus" on the project, in which MAF had a vested interest.</p>
<p>I was silent in that meeting, knowing that my whole career was on the line. On the line also was a post-doctoral fellow position at the University of West Virginia that I was negotiating for and which would be secured should I successfully finish my PhD within the next couple of months. Unknown to my supervisor I was also extremely reluctant to cancel my trip to New York – in fact, that was <strong>not</strong> an option. My sense of values had changed regarding what was important to me, and this trip to New York <strong>was</strong>. I viewed the trip as beneficial to myself personally, as well as to my work, in a way that I was not ready to impart to my supervisor, whose values were not the same. So I went home and prayed. Actually, I prayed really hard – a fervent and sincere prayer – asking for guidance and strength as I was about to forfeit everything I had ever worked for. If it was indeed God's Will then the whole PhD thesis would have to be written in less than a week (which is impossible!) or I would have to walk away from everything, here and now. (I was praying for the surrender and peace of mind to do this very thing, for the thesis writing task <strong>was actually</strong> impossible.)</p>
<p>HOWEVER – and very suddenly – a Fire (for want of a better word) lit inside of me – <strong>very intense, very concentrated</strong>. I was drawn up as if by an unseen Hand and started to type frantically. I was focused and absolutely clear, fast and accurate, and the thesis started to form beneath my flying fingers. I filled up disks with information, correctly typed and formatted, and discussions and theories – as well as stored information from my brain – were lucidly and effortlessly discussed and retrieved. New concepts (that would never normally have occurred to me) were thrown about with ease and a comprehensive and complicated scientific document formed. Do not be deceived – this did not happen in a couple of hours – it happened over five days and five nights. Data and information were collated from MAF and the University and diagrams and photographic illustrations were also assembled from different places. All the time, <strong>at every second</strong>, my whole being was filled with the same, unabated level of intensity and purpose that guided me – and in that short time, my thesis became <strong>ready to submit</strong>! The Impossible had occurred. What should, by rights, have taken months instead took days. What is more, during this time (since the Fire took over) there was no sleep. I worked the whole time and there was no tiredness, even though I never lay down or rested for over 120 hours. Indeed, I felt refreshed! But it was as if I was just watching the whole procedure, fascinated. And here comes the icing on the cake – my supervisor was impressed by it and said that it was the best PhD thesis to have come out of his department to date! And some of the discussion points – he said also – were brilliant!</p>
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<p>When I read the thesis myself a couple of months later (before my oral exams) I marvelled at the well-rounded and clever conclusions that had been drawn, the extrapolations from the information garnered during research were extraordinary and left me breathless. I <strong>know</strong> that I was not responsible for producing that superb piece of work. I just observed whilst it was being assembled. I am not being humble or modest when I say that I personally was not up to that standard scientifically – I am merely stating the truth. For some reason this work was meant to be done and – for want of a better description of proceedings – my being was just an instrument.</p>
<p>After my oral exams were successfully behind me and the PhD degree conferred, I <strong>then</strong> walked away from that particular career and embarked upon another. People ask how on earth I could become a café worker after doing top-level scientific research and that I must miss it... but no! I have never had a pang or looked back. The café I work in, <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz">The Blue Bird</a>, is no ordinary place – it is a place that tries to offer a tiny bit of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s world to everyone who enters it. His music, philosophy and meditation can be heard, seen and felt in the ambience of spirituality that we try to create there.</p>
<p>The sudden loss of my close-knit and loving family no doubt changed my perspective on life, and my mother and I found comfort in the all-embracing <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/philosophy">philosophy of Sri Chinmoy</a>. Everyone in the world is your brother or sister and there is a universal thread of unity and oneness in everyone and everything that is none other than God. This is God's Playground and He is always there, but unobserved. However, in your direst moments of absolute need, He may reveal Himself, and moments like that leave you changed forever. That there is disharmony amongst the people of the world means that there is much work to do. However small or menial my current work is, it does in a small part address the disharmony of the world, and this has been a more rewarding and fulfilling turn to my career than I can express.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/help-from-above">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Meditation: Touching The Infinite</h2><div class="field-item"><p>What is meditation?</p>
<p>Most of us have had meditative moments at some time in our lives often without realising what they are – moments when all the usual preoccupations and thoughts of the mind fall away, leaving us with an experience of calm, clarity, delight. Perhaps you were walking along the seashore and in that moment of nothing to do, nowhere to go, surrounded by the vastness of ocean and sky you experienced the silence of pure consciousness, the stillness of the self within.</p>
<p>Such moments offer glimpses, as though through a small clear window, into a deeper part of our being. Meditation is the attempt to uncover all of these qualities within us, to penetrate beyond the mind to gain an awareness of who we really are.</p>
<blockquote>"Meditation is absolutely necessary for those who want to have a better and more fulfilling life. If you feel that you are satisfied with what you have and what you are then you need not enter into the field of meditation. But if you feel that there is a barren desert deep inside your heart, then meditation is the answer. Meditation will give you inner joy and peace of mind."<br/>
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<p>Most of us think of ourselves in terms of personality, profession, body and mind, large or small, but these aspects mask a deeper reality – for we are not just a human being having a spiritual experience but a spiritual being having a human experience.</p>
<p>Most forms of meditation have this belief in our divine potential as a starting point, and then follow a method to reveal and develop it.</p>
<p>There are often misconceptions about meditation, and topics like kundalini, astral travel, ESP, occult and psychic powers, clairvoyance and levitation have become associated with meditation in a misleading way. For these pursuits are like kindergarten toys when compared to the benefits and joys of pure meditation, which has as its primary motive the discovery of our higher nature, our soul's vastness and joy, the divine within us.</p>
<blockquote>When the soul's will power is expressed, it is like a huge wave in the sea. Immediately it inundates the entire consciousness. Once the soul's will is expressed, you are bound to feel that your inner consciousness is inundated with divine energy, inner joy, inner delight, inner power and confidence. Everything negative is swept away by the surge of the soul's force.<br/>
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<p>We begin meditation with a variety of different motives – to relax more, to sleep better, to overcome stress or personal difficulties, to explore more of our inner life – but along the way find that we have embarked upon an immense journey. For meditation is the expansion of our consciousness and there is no end to the progress we can make.</p>
<p><img alt="Ripe Fruit" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/ripe_fruit.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Many other seekers have passed this way before us, some journeying to the farthest frontiers of self-awareness. These inner travellers are the spiritual masters, the mystics and pathfinders who appear in every age to guide and inspire humanity. Like expert climbers who have reached the highest peaks, they come back down to guide us quickly and safely to our own highest heights. Sri Chinmoy is such a guide, a spiritual master who has explored the furthest realms of consciousness. His teachings on meditation offer a profound wisdom and a guiding light to truth seekers everywhere who seek a higher and more fulfilling life.</p>
<p>When you begin learning meditation, don't simply meditate to have nice experiences. Meditate to make progress in your life journey, to nourish and foster your spiritual growth, no matter how long it takes, and to deepen your soul’s conscious oneness with realise God. Like a fruit slowly ripening on a tree, the benefits of your practise will mature and ripen and one day manifest themselves in all aspect of your life. Have patience, determination, discipline.</p>
<p>When learning how to meditate, you must learn first how to concentrate, to bring the energies of the mind to focus on a single point like a magnifying glass harnessing the sun. Simply to still the mind for a few minutes is difficult. Try it! More than ever before you will become aware of how busy the mind is – like a river flowing by, a river of thoughts, daydreams, fantasies, desires, memories. There are breathing techniques, mantras, visualisations and other techniques to help in this process. Meditation follows quietly in the wake of these skills, which lay the foundations. We tend to look for spectacular results, to evaluate our progress, but each attempt at meditation is itself progress – rather like running a marathon, each step we take is bringing us closer to our final goal. Resistance and difficulties are a natural part of our struggle to make progress – they are the limitations of our consciousness which we are trying to transcend.</p>
<blockquote>Self mastery and God discovery are the only two things that each human being on earth must take seriously.<br/>
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<p>If you learn to meditate, there are many benefits. You will have more dynamism and energy, more joy in your life, more capacity to cope with this world. You may suddenly need less sleep, and yet sleep better; have more awareness and compassion for others; lose your anger, aggression and frustration or your insecurity and fear. You will slowly gain access to your soul's qualities, which are all perfection, and feel yourself guided from within. Your whole life will begin to change. Your practise of meditation is also the highest thing you can do for others.</p>
<p><img alt="Meditation on the beach" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/meditation_beach.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />People often ask about the merits of following a spiritual path, or whether it is necessary to have an advanced teacher or guru. There are many paths to the top of the mountain and you need to feel with your heart which particular path is meant for you. Certainly if you wish to move quickly in your spiritual journey the support of a group and a living meditation master is an immense advantage. If you wish to fly a plane, learn to use a computer, become a doctor or physicist, you accept a teacher till your own proficiency is established – how long would it take you to master these skills without one?</p>
<p>Realising your highest potential is far more difficult than any of these and a spiritual master will dramatically accelerate your progress; his or her role is to inspire, awaken your aspiration and hunger, remind you of your real purpose and undertake the responsibility of leading you to your highest potential. <em>"Our goal,"</em> my own teacher <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> writes, <em>"is always to go Beyond, Beyond, Beyond. There are no limits to our capacity because we each have the infinite divine within us."</em> Once you enter into your teacher's boat, then it is the problem of the boatman to take you to the golden shore.</p>
<p>If you have not meditated before try this simple exercise: find a quiet place in your house where you will be undisturbed for the next ten minutes, remove your shoes and sit with your spine reasonably straight. Simply notice your breathing for a few minutes and when your mind is calmer breathe in peace, a feeling of serenity and calm and imagine all your restlessness and negative qualities leaving you. Don't be disturbed by external sounds – these will always be there – just dive within. Cultivate an absolute stillness in your body, mind and breath. Let your mind be like a calm clear sky; if thoughts come don't attach any significance to them. If you can empty your mind even for a short while you will feel more peaceful and meditative. With practice all your life can be your meditation.</p>
<p><strong>But you have to make a start!</strong></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/meditation_infinite">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>During that time one of my friends from the laboratory became engaged – and asked me to organise a staff bridal shower (party) for her! Having no idea at all what this entailed, I devised a party for her to the best of my abilities, with games, vegetarian snacks and juices. When the guests arrived at the social club they found themselves playing charades, pass the parcel, musical chairs, balloon games, racing paper fish, guess the celebrity and many others. They threw themselves into it whole heartedly and enjoyed themselves immensely. To my chagrin someone brought along a cask of wine – but this was taken away unopened after the party because everyone had had such a good time, they had forgotten about it.</p>
<p>I found out later that a real bridal shower was supposed to be a party with loud music, dancing and drinking alcohol. In the remaining two years of my time at MAFTech I was asked to organize eight more of these parties by all of the girls who became engaged – and they were all big hits!</p>
<p>At one party one of the research scientists brought along a cheese ball – which was a popular feature of all of the ensuing parties – and the recipe is below:</p>
SERIOUSLY NICE CHEESE BALL
<em>In a food processor:</em>
<strong>½ onion, chopped a bit</strong>
<strong>1 clove fresh garlic, crushed</strong>
Process until fine.
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<strong>A good dash of vegetarian Worcester sauce</strong>
<strong>Black pepper to taste</strong>
<strong>250g grated tasty cheese</strong>
<strong>250g cream cheese</strong>
Process well.
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<strong>Chopped nuts</strong>, toasted (peanuts are okay but my personal favourite is roasted cashews).
Wrap in plastic wrap and chill overnight. Absolutely delicious on crackers!
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I went out to <a href="http://www.nz-auckland.com/auckland-west-coast-beaches.html" title="Information about Auckland West Coast Beaches | NZ-Auckland.com">Auckland's unpopulated west coast</a> last Sunday for a dawn ramble. Two very nice boys from our meditation classes came with me. They had not met each other before but almost instantly became friends – more, it was as though they had discovered a profound commonality of character and interests, like a meeting of two long separated brothers. How they talked – they were conversing endlessly. We were driving for much of an hour through bewitching forested hills, vistas of sea, picture postcard scenery unfolding on all sides but they were consumed with their conversation, serenely oblivious. Their talk swept across a bewildering range of topics – natural healing; kundalini yoga; car accident experiences; organic gardening; favourite novels; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_Fellini" title="Federico Fellini – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Fellini</a> – screen giant or fraud?; Asian travel highlights; the moon landing – fact or fiction?; the epic journeys of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marco_Polo" title="Marco Polo – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Marco Polo</a>; preferred classical composers.</p>
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At the beach they spared a perfunctory glance at the gorgeous panorama then resumed their animated tête-à-tête – I excused myself to my oblivious friends and quite superfluous, embarked on my run while they ambled distractedly along the endless wide shoreline, two now inseparable companions receding away against the blue ocean and sky, soon tiny figures swallowed up in the immensity of landscape.</p>
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How I was enjoying my solitary run. At mid point, more than one hour out, I cooled down in the sea, the only human being for miles, soaking in the great bathtub of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasman_Sea" title="Tasman Sea – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Tasman Sea</a>. Far out, the green face of ocean combers rose high then broke, travellers at the end of a long sea journey – nearer the shore, waist deep in the clear tide, micaceous sand shimmered and sparkled like glitter in a jar of water.</p>
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Everywhere life and movement, the ebb and sigh of sea's heartbeat, arhythmic cadences of breaking surf and tide, the brief pulse of my own life drumming in its frail cage; and cry of gulls, wind resculpting sand, prismatic light shimmering on water, the earths elemental dance-play. Obedient to contrary winds, opposing clouds moved east and west, skeins of high cirrus one way, the ponderous march of parade ground cumulus another, their serried ranks of grey-white cotton-wool inching slowly across a tousled sky.</p>
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Jutting up into the heavens the prow of high cliff tops seemed to tilt, the illusion of slow fall against the slow-voyaging, drifting clouds. Everything was alive, sea pushing in, reaching beyond its green dominion as though hungry to explore the land then falling back in defeat, the knock of small stones tumbling in the retreating surf. Against the flat sheen of wet beach, the reflection of clouds moving, my own shadow, dotterels hustled into flight, the spidery arms of marram grass seed rolling like tumbleweed along the beach, colonising the dunes, seeking haven.</p>
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Returning, I came across something unusual and quite mysterious. It was a gigantic sand drawing of a face, the lines etched onto the grey tidal zone and forming a striking portrait all of twenty metres high, perfectly proportioned. In this remote place it had not been intended to be seen, yet hours of detail had gone into this serene work of art. It was a woman's face and a girl or woman had created it, for the tracks in the sand were small and light and conveyed a sense of great care and deftness. The face appeared to have emerged from the ocean – a sea goddess beached on the very edge of her domain and gazing up at the sky, the long flowing sand lines of her hair jewelled with shells. There was a spiritual beauty in the feeling of repose and calm detachment, in the meditative introspection of eyes. I began to feel in the presence of something sacred and a reverence overcame me at this lovely intimation of another realm.</p>
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The incoming tide had touched the bottom of the sand drawing already and in an hour would erase it entirely, like the sweep of a monk's hand which in a moment destroys an intricate rice mandala, a work of meditative beauty erased to illustrate impermanence.</p>
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The face reminded of <a href="/articles/soul_birds/" title="Soul Birds Take Flight | The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas">Sri Chinmoy's soul-bird drawings</a>, each brief and contemplative sweep of the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Master's</a> pen an intersection point of worlds, a gateway, inviting tiny souls down into the physical realm to occupy a new form. My sea goddess seemed real to me, an unknowable Presence drawn by the purity-consciousness of the unknown artist and occupying for a time the form created by her art, the formless incarnating into form before dissolving back into the incoming waters.</p>
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Later I cast around and found the departing tracks of the artist, her small light steps the only ones this far away from the village and mysteriously heading even further south into a wilderness of distance. I followed for a while until the rising tide had covered all trace of her presence. The artist, seemingly, had returned to her home in the sea.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<li><a href="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/featured/sand-art-beaches/11238/" title="When Beaches Become Giant Sand Art Canvases | Environmental Graffiti">When Beaches Become Giant Sand Art Canvases</a> – photo-essay about the sand-art of New Zealand artist Peter Donnelly.</li>
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<h2>ZZZ...</h2><div class="field-item"><p>When I had just joined the Sri Chinmoy Centre I did quite a lot of travelling. The lab that I was a student in was in Hamilton and the Centre was in Auckland, 85 miles away.</p>
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<p>Once a week I would travel there and back to attend Centre meditations, arriving back home between 1:00 – 2:00 in the morning. This happened for about three years (until I finally moved to Auckland!) and in that time I experienced many different types of sleep whilst driving. In fact I had categories for it, ranging from merely weary, through varying levels of stupor, to a light doze.</p>
<p>My most memorable sleep experience happened one time when I was working 15-18 hours per day, seven days per week, preparing for an international conference, and some nights not going to bed at all because of the workload. I remember leaping into the car and shooting off to Auckland and being very very tired in the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditation</a>. I think <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata">Subarata</a> and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a> tried to get me to stay at Bhuvah’s place for the night, so I would be fresher, but I had to get back to the lab. I was a bit worried about the trip as I had reached pinnacle levels of fatigue.</p>
<p>On the way home the car was heading past the halfway point when I became dimly aware that my chin was on my chest, and that I was wakening from a very deep and restful oblivion. Coming back into the world, as my head slowly raised, I perceived my arms, which were blue and luminous and shining in the dark. I was becoming slowly and groggily aware that, although I was the sole occupant of the car, I was not actually the one driving it. This continued for some seconds – I marvelled a bit as my senses returned slowly – that I could not feel sensation in my limbs but was an observer watching the car being effortlessly driven by my body.</p>
<p>Then full awareness dawned suddenly – the blue disappeared and I was back – panicking and wrenching the wheel to avoid heading for the ditch, when I fully realised that "no one" was driving the car!!</p>
<p>What really freaked me out was the knowledge that a chunk of the journey – a duration of 15 or 20 minutes or so – was entirely unaccounted for. I also remembered how vivid the blue of my arms was and there was a sense of elation in my heart. Yet my hair stood on end as I grappled with the enormity of the miracle that had happened and the thought of what could have happened if the miracle had not.</p>
<p>Subarata said that I should not test Grace like that again so I began having coffee with me whenever I drove.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/zzz">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Paws for a Moment</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In August 1993 I was unable to attend Sri Chinmoy's birthday celebrations in New York as I was a student then and money was scarce. (In fact, money has always been scarce but I'm trying not to have an issue with that!)</p>
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<p>Anyway I was meditating in front of my shrine at home being a little upset and longing to be in New York when all of a sudden the whole scene dissolved away and I was in the middle of a grassy savannah. I could see far across the plain – looking from just over the top of the grass – there were trees and very slight undulations of landscape. It was so vivid that I was really quite freaked out as to what was happening. The experience was not an instantaneous flash but happened for a few minutes. I became aware that I was not alone – and a lion came into view. I froze but it seemed to ignore me. Then a few more came but they accepted my presence. There was a cub as well. I looked down and had an enormous shock when I saw two gigantic paws immediately beneath me. I was trying to work out whether I was being or had been eaten by a lion when the realisation hit that I <em>was</em> the lion and that the paws <em>were</em> mine! As soon as that happened the scene disappeared and I was back in my room – flushing hot and cold at the power of the experience.</p>
<p>I wondered if I had been a lion but then immediately scoffed at it – but something inside me said firmly that I was wrong. Then later the same day I had the same experience!! That knocked me. The following morning I had the experience again also – then I stopped denying it – said, "so I must have been a lion before," and something inside me said, "yes!"</p>
<p>Memory of the experience has given me confidence and the courage to open an enterprise and to do all sorts of things that I maybe would not have done otherwise.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/paws-for-a-moment">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Soulful Encounter</h2><div class="field-item"><p>When the 1993/1994 Christmas Trip arrived in Fiji from Samoa we stayed in the Raffles Gateway Hotel, Nandi, before moving on to Suva.</p>
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<p>One day, about mid-morning, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> was relaxing in the breakfast area and disciples were lingering about meditating and relaxing. I was leaning against a pillar, a little way away, meditating and feeling peaceful. After a while Sri Chinmoy got up and left and the disciples dispersed. I stood up straight and that is as far as I got because from around the corner came a most glorious vision that transfixed me to the spot.</p>
<p>The vision was so intense I could not even breathe – I saw an exquisite, extremely beautiful young girl of about 17 years old, very pale and unearthly, with the most flawless and perfect complexion and features of anyone I had ever seen. She had a halo/aura of the purest white all around her and she herself was all white – dressed in white and with incredibly white skin – and with a sternness, purity and sweetness of expression that I have also never seen before. She was very slim and fine and my whole concentration was drawn to her and her luminosity filled my entire vision. She was magnificent (I cannot even describe it because the English language is too limited), grand, majestic and I knew I was looking at Absolute Purity. Her intensity was so strong that I thought I would explode – her being took up my entire focus – it was impossible to look elsewhere. I was getting so desperate for air at this point that I was starting to black out – but still I couldn't take a breath – and I tried hard!</p>
<p>She looked vaguely familiar but I knew I had never seen such a perfect, serene and beautiful creature before. As she was going past me, her luminosity sort of dissolved and her physical came into view – and it was Hiranmoyi! – one of Sri Chinmoy's students from Canada. In the few seconds (which seemed like a lifetime!) that she had taken to go past me I had been rooted and unable to breathe, but when she passed by I was released from a sort of spell or mesmerisation and could breathe again. I felt weak, humbled, amazed and inspired, and had to stay leaning against the pole for about ten minutes to recover somewhat. I saw the world with new, fresh eyes for a few days afterwards. In that time, whenever I saw Hiranmoyi, I could see a special radiance and sparkle about her which told me that this girl – this perfect being – was actually present and I was awed.</p>
<p>It took me five years to reveal to Hiranmoyi this very personal revelation that I had had with regard to her, and she gave me a special sari to commemorate it. Whenever I see or wear the sari it reminds me of the experience, which is still so powerful and vivid that I can recall distinct details about it as if it had happened yesterday.</p>
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<p>There was a continuation class starting and in the initial <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditation</a> I noticed that the photograph that we use for meditation of our <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master">spiritual master</a>, Sri Chinmoy, had a more than usually vivid golden colour about it. This colour grew more and more visible with the progress of the meditation and was not of a regular shape. With surprise I perceived the outline of an ear – and when I realised that I was looking at the photograph through the head of a subtle being in front of it, I discerned the golden silhouette of a being that looked like <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>, in front of the shrine, sitting cross-legged and perfectly still. By this time the being was so vividly apparent that I could see him with my physical eyes, without meditating or anything. For about 20 minutes following the meditation I could see him – very still – and <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a> even came quite close to him whilst he was talking to the class! But nothing disturbed the being.</p>
<p>I told <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata">Subarata</a> about it afterwards and she said that it was probably an emanation of Sri Chinmoy's – something not uncommon for spiritual masters – and that she had never seen him herself, but that one of the other students had. I have had the honour of seeing the emanation one more time since then, in the same place.</p>
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<p>She always thought about what would please <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>, her <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru">Guru</a>, and if ever there was a decision to be made, she would stop and consult her heart or have a tiny <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditation</a> about it. In her presence you could feel her spiritual intensity.</p>
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<h3>Subarata Was Always Such Fun!</h3>
<p>It was such a joy whenever Subarata came over to <a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz">The Blue Bird</a> – our vegetarian café in Auckland, I would set up her work area – just so – with her exclusive knife, chopping board and a brand-new cloth, and woe betide anyone who would inadvertently touch them! She was hilariously funny. On Thursday evenings she and Jogyata would come and pre-prepare for the special international meal for the following night (she was the <em>Internationale Guest Chef Extraordinaire</em> on Friday nights!) and she would get me to play my piano accordion in the kitchen while she worked there and bossed Jogyata around.</p>
<p>It was fun being Subarata's neighbour as well – the Centre where they lived used to be across the road from The Blue Bird. If Gael and I ever sat down for a coffee or tea the phone would ring – and it would be Subarata. She would be shaking her fists at us out of the window – whilst on the phone – saying, <em>"IT'S AN ELITE CLUB IS IT??"</em> We would then immediately invite her over and sometimes she would deign to come over and sometimes she wouldn't! Whatever happened was always very funny.</p>
<p>Life was cool with different and exciting things happening all of the time. Sometimes she would come over and whisk me gleefully off to another café for 'competition research' These would be little cute places that she had found, for she was always on a quest for the perfect cup of tea. She would also come over occasionally and say, “I'm replacing you now so you can go for a run.” And I would have to go, then and there! In the weekends we would go to a beach or something for a run and/or swim. Once she spotted pigs in a paddock on the side of the road and said, “Oh, Stop! Stop!” She stood by the fence going, <em>"Cooee, Cooee,"</em> and two little piggies looked up and hurtled across the paddock oinking hysterically, to be patted and scratched by Subarata. She loved pigs and used to have some as pets when they were in the bush. (See Jogyata's <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata/blog/archive/2006/10/28/puppy-power-revisited">Puppy Power Revisited</a>.)</p>
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<p>Subarata would always try to start off ‘sedate’ and ‘proper’ on these trips but it usually did not work out. For instance, once we were walking down the dune path to the beach and Jogyata flicked some sand at us. The next moment he was tearing down the path, chortling, with an enraged Subarata close on his heels, out to get him! Once, even, in the Centre classroom a lady had come to buy a tape and Subarata was talking to her, and then went out the back to look for one. The next moment there was there was a terrified shriek! Jogyata had jumped out at her and given her a fright! I tried to look unconcerned and normal as I continued chatting with the surprised lady.</p>
<p><em>"Nobody knows what I have to put up with!"</em> was something that Subarata used to say on occasion. One time she said this, she had just walked into their place and there was a bottle of milk on the ironing board. She was a little surprised so she took it to the fridge. Then when she opened the fridge she found the iron in it! (On another occasion she actually caught Jogyata opening the fridge with the iron in his hand, so there was no doubt who the culprit was!)</p>
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<p><strong>There is a famous anecdote in Auckland Centre that goes something like this:</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a> and Subarata have been for a long run and go to give a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_new_zealand">meditation class</a> later that same day, whereupon they fall asleep in the first exercise! Both are awoken by the sound on one of them snoring – but which one?!!</p>
<p>This has been the subject of much discussion and conjecture for years and over time the debate has swayed this way and that in favour of one or the other. I have been to many, many classes in my time and it seemed that whoever managed to get to tell the story first would accuse the other one of snoring! Usually Subarata got in first and claimed Jogyata to have snored – but in rare circumstances Jogyata would get crafty and whip out the story first and accuse Subarata. Both vehemently denied actually being the snorer.</p>
<p>It seems now that Jogyata has had the last laugh by publishing <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata/jogyata_stories/wheelchair">his version of the story</a> in his book 'In The Boat', confident of not being challenged. However I should like to offer the small disclaimer that if Subarata had written the book, the snore would have been on the other foot.</p>
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<p>You never knew what Subarata was thinking... One day she received in the mail a glossy, professional brochure from a mail-order firm, advertising home appliances and accessories like stereos, microwaves, dryers, etc. There was a special sale price on a nice-looking 'ghetto-blaster' stereo for only $45!! So she phoned the firm to ask if it was a typing error on the brochure and they said, "No!" But she had to pay within three weeks, which was until the sale lasted. So she sent in her payment and waited three weeks for delivery.</p>
<p>When it arrived, it was a two-inch high plastic toy!! Exactly as was advertised in the brochure and life-sized!! So she phoned the firm... and found that they no longer existed!! She had (along with a lot of other people who had been customers of the firm) been thoroughly taken in – and do you know what she did? She laughed and laughed and laughed... and laughed again! Until she cried. And then she told everyone and laughed even harder!</p>
<p>When she was finally exhausted from laughing she said it was a really clever scam and she wished she had thought of it.</p>
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<p>Subarata left us on the 16th of March, 2000 - I still remember the events on the day of her passing very clearly. Painfully clearly. The most amazing thing about that day is that, along with the pain there came an extremely powerful force that blanketed us in a cocoon and buffered the shock. (As a single person, I will never fully understand the extent of the hurt and anguish that Jogyata underwent at that time, but I know with full assurance that Guru was especially looking out for him.) At that time the Centre was united in grief, with all of the little petty things that happen between people being totally buried and forgotten in the face of the big unthinkable thing that had happened.</p>
<p>Anyway, The Blue Bird stayed closed that day with a sign on the door explaining that a sudden tragedy had occurred, and we went to the Centre to meditate (or sob uncontrollably, depending on who you were). The practicalities of life intruded before I went to the Centre and it occurred to me to get prasad, so I went to 3 Guys – the supermarket across the road – to buy it. I was in the checkout queue when I suddenly had a feeling of fullness and effulgence all inside and around me (I don't quite know how to express it!) and Subarata was there. I looked all around – I was so certain I would see her and could not believe that I could not – but of course she was a soul, so I did not. She had an extremely strong presence and stayed with me for several minutes, during which time I tried to very inadequately express gratitude, love and the utmost goodwill (<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> once said this is a good thing to offer <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation/soul">the soul</a> of someone who has departed) by feeling it and thinking it as hard as I could, and trying to stay detached at the same time (which was impossible!) I did not know at that point that she had free access to the earth plane and could come and go as she pleased.</p>
<p>Since then I have seen Subarata a few times. When Jogyata came back from New York, several times when I looked at him – especially in the first few months – there would be a sudden interchange, and Subarata and not Jogyata would be looking back at me! There was an instantaneous but unmistakable flicker and she would be there! My unevolved mind found this a little unnerving, and I would flush hot and cold and try to look as though I hadn't noticed anything – especially I would try not to mention Subarata's name to Jogyata, who was grieving. I am not sure if he knew she was so close! Since then I have seen unmistakable aspects of Subarata in Gael, Sophie and Alana. Also, in the progress of some of the new people in the Centre (those who did not physically meet Subarata) I can see that Subarata has been at work. Some of them have even had dreams of her and feel close to her, as if they had known her.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata/from_friends/nishtha">Nishtha</a>'s birthday came almost a week after Subarata's passing. Because she was grieving so much for Subarata, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> celebrated her birthday a week or two later. On the day that I now know was her birthday in New York, I felt a strong urge to go and buy her a sari. As I did not know her very well I thought she would find it strange that I should buy her a sari (I had no idea that it was her birthday!) but the feeling became insistent, so I went to the India Emporium. Walking in, I despaired. Not being a natural shopper, there was so much choice and I felt that I knew Nishtha's tastes too inadequately to make a good decision. This is when a miracle happened.</p>
<p>I was running my hand over a rack of saris, telling myself that this was futile, when Subarata's voice – complete with lilting Irish accent – came from inside of me and said, "That one!" And – what is more – my hand instinctively clutched one of the saris. Drawing it out, it was holding onto a lovely white sari – simple yet elegant – with blue flowers on an embroidered border. So I bought it. In New York in April, I left it at <a href="https://www.annambrahma.com/">Annam Brahma</a> for Nishtha to open, then went to visit Vyakulata. Nishtha traced me there and phoned to thank me for the sari. The first thing she said was, "Subarata made you get it!" I was rendered speechless and was busy flushing hot and cold – Nishtha's intuition had unnerved me, and she was absolutely right! It was Subarata's birthday present to her – and she had not forgotten her dear friend's birthday even from the soul's world.</p>
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<p>After years of surviving <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a> leaping out at her, doing the unexpected and giving her terrible frights, Subarata was fairly canny and it was difficult to take her by surprise. Once when she was coming back from New York Jogyata went to pick her up from the airport, leaving us in the Centre organising her surprise party. When they drove up we hid behind all sorts of things – pot plants, dividing walls, carefully placed screens, chairs, etc... – in order to leap out and give her the fright of her life. Unfortunately she came straight into the Centre looking for us because she had seen all of our cars parked outside. We would have to be much more cunning next time.</p>
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<p>Sometimes <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/subarata">Subarata</a> would leave messages on my answerphone and, when she went away to New York or on the Christmas Trip, I would save the latest message and listen to it every now and then when I needed to hear her voice, until she came back. The quality of Subarata's voice was such that it had the double effect of comfortably reassuring you whilst making you pull up your socks at the same time. The last message she left was when she was in Brazil on January 31, 2000. She never came back from that trip so I still have the message saved on my answerphone, years later. Sometimes when I am feeling weary or a bit down the sound of her voice gives me the inspiration and determination needed to battle along in the battle field of life once again.</p>
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<p>In the first class I attended I lapped up meditation like a thirsty camel and enjoyed it so much that after finishing my PhD I took time out to set up a café that people could come to and experience <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s world of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditation</a> and joy. I also wanted to give myself time to focus on developing a <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/lifestyle/spirituality/what_is_the_spiritual_life">spiritual life</a>, which was very important to me, and had been lacking previously.</p>
<p>But the laugh is on me because now I am so busy there is no time to do anything else but work!! However there is now no – or at least very little – stress involved as the café where I work is a meditative place – a place where food is prepared and served with love, and where harmony and joy reign supreme. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/the_divine_hero/work">Work</a> itself is a meditation, and although I am not at too much leisure to write a paragraph, I am pretty fast at writing lists. So I present my list:</p>
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<li>in soulful music</li>
<li>in living a wholesome life</li>
<li>in friendship</li>
<li>in making right choices</li>
<li>in caring for the world around you</li>
<li>a joyful experience</li>
<li>a blissful communion with <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/lifestyle/spirituality/god_the_supreme">God</a></li>
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<p>At 6 a.m. I brought a friend to the airport and got home with plenty of time to spare before heading in to work. The prior night's full moon, called the Snow Moon according to my <a href="https://susanbranch.com">Susan Branch</a> calendar, still shone brightly as I picked her up in the dark.</p>
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<p>As I headed home from the airport a half hour or so later, I was treated to the moon and sun's overlapping presence in the sky. The moon lingered, delaying its curfew so that it could watch the paintbrush technique of the sun as the sky's blush began. Darkness still played bodyguard to the moon and its yet full round majesty parallelled the sunrise's emerging splendour.</p>
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<p>Underneath their finery, I think the sun was doing jumping jacks towards Heaven and the moon readied for a game of hide and seek.</p>
<p>Watching the play of the two together around me as I returned home, I offered a small moment of thanks that my early morning errand allowed me to watch these transit passengers in the sky. Their juxtaposition made each the more beautiful than either one alone could have ever been.</p>
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<p>However, if you pick a topic that you have a feeling for <em>(no matter how slight a feeling for!)</em> just imagine yourself having a chat about it to a friend, and write it down. For instance, just the other day I mentioned something to Alana about selfless service and she responded with an in-depth and lengthy discourse on different types of service, the comparative spiritual impacts and social aspects of service, a discussion of where service becomes selfless and where it does not - touching upon subtle shades of service and inferences herein - and ended with a pithy aphorism! <em>(Just a small note of interest – Alana often uses aphorisms to illustrate things so this was not a surprise.)</em> I was impressed and suggested she write down her views, but she said that she did not know what to say!</p>
<p>A blank piece of paper or a blank screen can be intimidating, but <em>hey!</em> – if you can chat about something, just write it down. It is easier than you think. If it helps, say it first – like you are in a conversation – then write it. The format can come later but first write something – <strong>anything</strong> – down!</p>
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<p>In my heyday when I was very young my cherished ambitions were of someday achieving stardom and fortune – and not in the too far distant future either. To me the only way to "make it" was as an actress on the great stages of the world, where I had visions of performing to packed houses of awestruck audiences with standing ovations, rave reviews, multitudes of flowers and with my path strewn with admirers. I was to appear in La Scala, Covent Garden and Carnegie Hall, and as the ultimate denouement to a long and glittering career I would achieve glory on the stage of the Sydney Opera House. Or so I hoped.</p>
<p>I had to start somewhere and opportunity knocked in the form of the school pantomime. The script had been written by our deputy principal, who was also the casting director, and it was called: "Beauty Meets The Incredible Hulk." I thought, "Wow! Terrific! That sounds like an auspicious beginning," and immediately auditioned for the part of an ugly sister. I won the part of Salmonella, beating off 16 other aspiring actresses for the honour. I fell easily into the exciting whirl of rehearsals and classes that followed – schoolwork came a distant second – and the role came easily to me. On stage I had a commanding presence, and I was spiteful and haughty like no other.</p>
<p>A few days later, doom struck. The main characters were assembled in the dressing room backstage when the door opened... ominously. We beheld the form of the diminutive music teacher-come-musical director, before whom all habitually bowed and scraped. She entered the room with a terrible step, drew herself up to her full fearsome height of 4 foot 10 inches and delivered my burgeoning career a crushing blow. "She cannot have the part, we need her in the orchestra," was her brutal edict. I kept silent, smugly assuming the casting director would quell and subdue her – but no! He cowered before her – all 6 foot 3 inches of him! <em>Let me tell you</em> <strong>never</strong> <em>to leave deputy principals to do your pleading for you – they lack the fortitude!</em> In horror, agony and despair I was cast to the pit, where I languished inharmoniously and pined discordantly. I was consoled only by the thought that my day was yet to come.</p>
<p>I thought it had arrived two years later when I gatecrashed my way into the seventh form Arts Club at school by winning the part of a witch in Shakespeare's MacBeth. I won it partly on the strength of my looks – my long hair, which reached all the way down my back, was black and shiny as the wing of a rather albino raven and my eyes were as tragic as suppressed laughter would allow. I was, however, long and skinny, and somehow managed to exude the required amount of brooding malevolence. Hope and excitement reigned supreme and my dream was alive again as I <em>"Double, double, toil and troubled,"</em> my way through the next few weeks, nurturing wrinkles on my brow, eating liquorice to make my teeth black and practising my cackle.</p>
<p>Alas and alack, was my dream never to be? The play was cancelled due to lack of interest. How was I to achieve fame and social brilliance if I couldn't even make opening night? I was thwarted and inconsolable. My hopes had been dashed to the ground and kicked in the teeth. I carefully picked up the shattered remnants of my dream and tucked them away in mothballs.</p>
<p>That summer there entered into my gloom and despondency an invitation from a friend to spend a week camping at her grandfather's private beach on the Coromandel peninsula. I was in practise for an Arts festival, in which I was entered as an open solo competitor, but I went anyway. After hours of driving, then travelling on back-country roads, and bumping through native bush for a mile in a four-wheel drive vehicle – this place was <em>very</em> secluded – we arrived at the idyllic, unspoilt spot. Then came healing, halcyon days. It is hard to stay gloomy and despondent when you're laughing, frolicking, swimming, rowing and having fun on a small beach, all to yourselves, and I didn't quite manage it.</p>
<p>New Years day dawned and the Arts festival was only a week away. I sighed and heaved my accordion up the bush track to the top of a small cliff whose face opened to the sea. This cliff was at the centre of a small cove whose bush-clad walls rose up and curved around, and all combined to make a large and acoustically wonderful natural amphitheatre. I sat up there and played to the sea. The piece I was practising was the ten minute long 'Trieste Overture' by Frosini. When I finished I was met with thunderous applause! While I had been wrapped up in the final movement – <em>the Vivace</em> – I was totally oblivious to the seven boats, four canoes, two windsurfers and waveskier that had appeared and parked at the bottom of the cliff. So with my final flourish I opened my eyes, and as the echo died away I was met with cheering and clapping from the erstwhile empty seascape!</p>
<p>It dawned on me then that my debut had just crept up and pounced on me, and – although it was a far cry from the Sydney Opera House – the ovation was just as sweet, as I savoured my moment of fame.</p>
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<h2>Pop</h2><div class="field-item"><p>My Pop got his pilot's licence when he was 15 years old.</p>
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<p>(Psst... he had actually been flying since he was 12 years old, whenever his Dad needed him to topdress the farm!) Only three years later he was drafted by the RNZAF and sent off to war. He wasn’t actually part of the action as he was stationed in Canada, but a World War affects everybody and he longed for peace and to go home but stuck at it stoically.</p>
<p>Because he was so skilled at flying he had been made a pilot officer – ironically he was younger than almost all of the young men he taught to fly. He said that in the short amount of time he had them he taught them as many safety manoeuvres and tricks as he possibly could in order to save their lives, as after a very brief few weeks they would be whipped away to war and he would have to start the intensive all over again with a new batch of young men. It was heartbreaking work. He was also chagrined to see the primitive, substandard and defective aircraft that 'his boys' went off in – an unfortunate upshot of hurriedly mass-produced wartime machinery. These boys respected and obeyed him – partly through shortage of time and the fact that what he had to teach them could save their lives, but also because he was fiery <em>(a redhead!)</em>, intense <em>(a Virgo!)</em> and really clever. He came home heartily disillusioned with war <em>(who wouldn't?)</em> and prayed that there would never be another – and his prayer never abated in intensity.</p>
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<p>After the war he was appointed a large tract of land to farm in Te Kowhai (near Whatawhata, in the Waikato Basin). There he lived with Grandma (a nurse who treated returned servicemen) and they raised two young boys, Uncle Colin and Dad.</p>
<p>Several decades later the land was tamed and both sons 'settled down' <em>(is that what marriage is called?)</em> and had their own little mites. They settled their respective families close-by – Uncle Colin 50 metres up the road and Dad on the other side of the hedge – and things were idyllic. Grandma had by that time situated a chicken coop and landscaped her extensive gardens: there were lawns for go-karting, fish ponds, bird baths, imitation flamingos and swans, fountains, lily ponds, troughs with frogs in them, a plum tree, a zen pebble garden with a maple tree feature, a native bush stand, huge camellia bushes, a mandarin tree, rhubarb <em>(that Mum sometimes tried to feed us)</em>, a macrocarpa hedge that was cool to climb along the top of, archways and tunnels through the hedge, climbing trees, a bamboo stand and a mysterious greenhouse. Those were the days of games of cricket in the early evening, puppies, fresh eggs, fresh milk from Mary-Anne the Friesian house cow, calves, lambs, and Pop racing the dog up the road in his Daimler <em>(the dog usually took a shortcut and won).</em> Pop would borrow his Te Kowhai friend Max Clear's single-engine plane and top-dress the maize paddocks. He would sometimes ask if my brother or I would like to come but Mum always said, "No," because he was too much of a daredevil! <em>(In retrospect I understand her concern but I wasn't brilliantly happy about it at the time!)</em></p>
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<p>At some point in my childhood Pop lost all his teeth. Not at once – it was a gradual process. As his false teeth were uncomfortable, he just didn't wear them! So I always remember Pop best with no teeth. His gums became so tough that eventually he could munch on dry hard toast with ease. I never thought about it until I got older, then I got all sensitive about it and wondered what my friends would think. I always said, "Would you wear them to my 21st birthday party?" And he always promised to bring them along. And he did. He had them in his pocket to show to anyone who asked.</p>
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<p>He, Grandma and Spot the fox terrier retired to Whangamata (on the Coromandel Peninsula) to their beach house. He kept busy mowing people’s lawns, tending gardens, growing veggies and renovating downstairs into a flat so the families could come and stay. They were never lonely. Pop's character <em>(and Grandma was a bit of a character herself!)</em> ensured they had company always – and some were famous even. (I once served a lemonade to Selwyn Toogood, a TV personality, in Pop's lounge!) And Pop loved children. He was lively and smart, and all the kids on Pipi Road gravitated to his place. He played Bobs, spotlight tiggy, table tennis <em>(where he cheated like anything!)</em>, went fishing, and played cards <em>(where he also cheated like anything!)</em> and was all-round fun. he served up fried eggs which were poached in butter and his thick white toast dripped with melted slabs of butter – yum! He was popular and loved, could happily argue about anything at all, and the house resounded with laughter, his highly skilled whistling, and shouts (usually when he was discovered cheating!)</p>
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<p>There are so many memories of things that happened then. Always something – every day! Like when Pop really really badly wanted to go and see Crocodile Dundee. So I took him – however I don’t think he had been to a movie theatre since the war and he found the cinema screen huge and kept saying, "Good Lord!" Also, he cackled continuously <em>(he had a really hearty chuckle!)</em>, even through the quiet bits. I was mortified. Usually, also, when you talk to someone during a movie, you murmur under the sound of the movie – but Pop yelled over it whenever he wanted to tell me something! <em>(As he always gave a running commentary whilst watching TV, this shouldn't have surprised me.)</em> The people around us must have wondered – I expected an usher to tell us to leave at any moment! I can look back now and laugh about it – but it has taken a while. Also, when I finished my Masters degree I dedicated my thesis to my grandparents – and he blew me a kiss! He was so proud of me.</p>
<p>He nursed Grandma until she died, and then he was touched with loneliness. However he was not well himself and died not long afterwards. For several years I was too sad to go to his house in Whangamata, which was now ours. Sometimes I would go, but could not stay for long as I found it painful to remember the happy times that were now over and never to be repeated.</p>
<p>When I joined the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> I became acquainted with the concept of 'Joy Weekends' – weekends where a group of people from the Centre would go away somewhere and play games, swim, run, meditate and – above all – eat yummy food! We started using Pop's place as a Joy Weekend retreat, and to my relief and joy I again found happiness in the place. These weekends got bigger and bigger and more popular (they really are fun!) so as well as Pop's place (which, with ingenuity, comfortably accommodated 20) we rented baches nearby as well. These weekends changed my perspective, washing away the sadness and replacing it with joy. I can now remember Pop, not with grief, but with happiness as I think of the fun times and laughter we used to have, along with the sheer force of his bubbly and brilliant personality. And he would really like that.</p>
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<h3>Related Links:</h3>
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<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/toshala/a-tribute-to-poppa">A Tribute To Poppa</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/toshala/1989">1989</a></li>
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<h2>1989</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Every story needs a beginning so this one will begin in 1989. It will chronicle a family crisis – or rather a series of family crises – culminating in the annihilation of two entire generations of my family in a relatively short length of time! But I am getting ahead of myself.</p>
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<p>A rough <em>précis</em> is called for to bring you up to speed: the fabric of my life had already started to fall away by the deaths of my Mum's Dad and my Dad's Mum, two people I was extremely fond of. At the beginning of 1989, which was the final year of my Masters degree in Science, the main biochemistry freezer at Waikato University broke down, compromising the research quality of everything stored in it. Unfortunately the entire stock of samples comprising my own two-year old study was stored in it. My choices were either to walk away, or to reconstruct my entire thesis work in a few months to get it back to the stage where it was.</p>
<p>There began a frenzied and dedicated piece of research – taking 16 to 18 hours (usually) and sometimes 24 hours a day, for seven days a week – as I frantically <em>(with the clock ticking down on my research grant!)</em> pieced together my entire Masters project.</p>
<p>March, April, May fell away with my musical career on hold and friends complaining that I never phoned or went out any more. I think it was about June when my Mum received a phone call saying that her brother in Brisbane was dying of leukemia and only a bone marrow transplant from an homologous sibling would give him a chance to live, so would she please go to the Royal Princess Hospital in Brisbane <em>immediately</em> for screening as a possible donor.</p>
<p>So Mum got a passport quickly (yes! That was her first overseas trip!) and went to Brisbane to spend a week at the hospital. I looked after the house and cooked for Dad and my brother whilst she was away – tucking them into my rigorous schedule.</p>
<p>Then the day she arrived back she received a phone call from the Cancer Society in Whangamata, <em>"... Could she come, please, and nurse her mother (my Nana) who was passing into the final stages of cancer and wouldn't last the week."</em> Mum was basically packed already, so off she went. We reckoned without the superior constitution of my Nana, whose good healthy lifestyle made her a robust patient! Mum was away for nigh on 7½ weeks! During that time my Dad – whose own father had by now been admitted to a private hospital in Hamilton, also dying of cancer – under emotional stress and suffering from an ulcer – wrote off the family car on an uneven road surface on his way to Whangamata to visit Mum. Because of the hospital reforms and so forth at the time, he was sent home to me! He had a crushed hand and a fractured skull, which I was to nurse daily. I now had to come home from University three or four times a day, pushing my studies late into the night. On top of that, two days later – because of the same reforms – my poor dying Poppa (Dad's Dad) was sent from the private hospital, also for me to look after!! Luckily this was sorted out as an unfortunate error and the hospital took him back in less than a week. Throughout this time of family upheaval our warm, fluffy, stable family cat formed a habit of being ill on the carpet daily, so our lounge constantly smelt of disinfectant.</p>
<p><em>My poor brother was beside himself at this time because he was unfortunately domestically challenged. He had never shown interest in the oven or washing machine and knew not how to use them. Hence I had to make a lot of trips to and fro, and the University was on the other side of the city. However he bought takeaways for us all whenever I let him and gave me some money for petrol.</em></p>
<p>Two and a half weeks before my Nana died, her mother (my Great Granny) was due to turn 94 years old. Amidst the preparations for her birthday party my dear Great Granny – aware of her daughter’s illness but (as we all were) ever hopeful of recovery – was anxiously asking if my Nana would be there. For days she would demand news of her – <em>'Just how ill was she?' 'Was she getting better?'</em> and <em>'Did she need a visit from her Mum?'</em> She did not seem to heed the dire reports. Finally she understood that my Nana would <em>not</em> be there – that, in fact, she was dying – and Great Granny sank into a terrible despair. A couple of days before her birthday, she died of a heart attack brought on by depression – and the food ordered and prepared for her birthday party was ironically eaten at her wake.</p>
<p><em>I had been praying to God constantly from the beginning of the year as I found this gave me peace. But my relationship with God changed subtly over time and as the fabric of my life became more distorted and unreal (for a long time I had that feeling you get when the rug is pulled out from under your feet – a sensation of falling, but before you hit the floor), so God became more real and substantial. I came to the understanding that everything – and everyone! – was temporary and could be taken away from you – and the only thing that was constant – that you always had – was God.</em></p>
<p>A couple of weeks after Great Granny's funeral the district nurse at Whangamata phoned to say that my Mum needed me there. Seven weeks of nursing her beloved mother and watching her invariably decline, as well as the news of her dear grandmother's death, had taken their toll on Mum. So I put University on hold (Some Things Are Bigger Than A Masters Degree) and went.</p>
<p>I went and saw my beautiful and beloved Nana's body ravaged by a terrible disease. (I will not go into the details of that). The wonderful and caring volunteers from the Cancer Society and my Mum were keeping an around-the-clock vigil by her bedside, which I joined. Usually at this advanced stage of illness the patient lapses into a coma – but my Nana was denied this blessed relief and was conscious and aware. At one point when I was there alone with her, she rallied – her eyes were mucoid and her tongue swollen (she couldn’t really move much except for her hand a little). The only noises in the room were the sound of her morphine pump and the constant dull booming of the ocean outside – and I asked her if she wanted anything. She indicated to come a little closer, her breathing rasping badly as she made the attempt to speak. She said, <em>"You’ve got to stick up for yourself!"</em> She gathered herself again, <em>"I won't always be here for you,"</em> and again, <em>"You've got to stick up for yourself – don't be meek like I was, too often."</em> And her energy was spent. I cried. Even though she was near death and in terrible pain, she was still trying to prepare me for life and take care of me. <em>(My grandparents were singularly caring, loving and self-giving people and I greatly cherished – and still cherish – their wonderful qualities).</em></p>
<p>Two days later she passed away.</p>
<p><em>The experience I am going to relate now is deeply personal and I have the courage to tell it after so many years because Sushmitam has shared a personal experience of hers with me in which a very similar thing happened. So I feel I am not nuts after all!</em></p>
<p>The instant my Nana died, a part of myself was very painfully wrenched from me. She was not just my Nana – she was my mentor and best friend. We laughed about the same things, I had spent a lot of my life staying with her and I loved her – body and soul. With everything that had happened leading up to this very moment, <em>(and then this absolutely unthinkable Thing that had happened!!)</em> something broke inside of me. I was suddenly a small child lost in the wilderness in a storm, coming upon a black, yawning abyss and about to fall into it. My entire being cried a <em>Terrible Cry: "GOD!!!!!"</em></p>
<p><em>And God Came.</em> Right then, right there.</p>
<p>My grasp of English (which is extensive) is entirely inadequate to describe what happened next, but I will make an attempt of sorts: all of a sudden my entire upper body was completely filled with a very intense sensation of feelings – Vastness, Peace, Strength, Joy, Intensity. This may sound strange, but suddenly I was being comforted in the Lap of God, watching as my body was taken over by <em>Someone Else</em>. I watched as <em>Someone Else</em> put their arms around my poor heartbroken Mum and comforted her. I also watched as <em>Someone Else</em> tried to make a cup of tea for Mum, the district nurse and the Cancer Society Lady. (Someone Else did not know how to do it properly, and lined up all the cups and poured the jug backwards and forwards above them – and from God's Lap I laughed, so did <em>Someone Else – and I also heard my Nana laugh!!</em>) All the time, I was actively trying not to giggle and was terribly afraid that the district nurse would notice the mirth and try to sedate me for hysteria!</p>
<p>I do not know if anyone noticed anything strange about me that day, but <em>Someone Else</em> also organised the house, organised with the district nurse for the undertaker, wrote half the eulogy for Nana, and did a whole lot of other necessary things. The intensity that I felt in that time when I needed nurturing the most was like a fire inside my chest – along with it came Peace and Joy, an endless amount of energy, and no sleep. I did not go to bed for three days and nights and was not tired or fatigued in the slightest. The first night I spent a long time just looking at the sea from the window – everything, you see, was like a new and fresh experience. Then I went down the sand dunes to the beach and watched the moonlight on the waves – all the while the fire was burning inside of me.</p>
<p>The next day, <em>Someone Else</em> packed up Mum, the cat, and the house and drove us back to Hamilton. After the funeral, <em>Someone Else</em> stayed and wrote a large chunk of my Masters thesis before gradually fading away as Mum and I got back on our feet.</p>
<p><em>There is a famous poem entitled,</em> 'Footprints,' <em>written by M. R. Powers, where a man dreams that he is walking through life side by side with the Lord, leaving two sets of footprints. However he notices that at the worst times of his life there is only one set of footprints, and these were the times when the Lord was carrying him. I now have a personal experience of what that poem means.</em></p>
<p>My faith in God has been replaced by (for lack of a better word) a <em>Knowing</em>, for faith, you see, is belief without proof. God has come to me and proven Himself, so now I have gone beyond mere faith – I <em>Know</em>.</p>
<p><em>For what He did for me (and my family) through this time alone, God has earned my undying Gratitude.</em></p>
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<h2>A Tribute To Poppa</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Personally, 1989 was a bad year. Two of my grandparents had recently died and the other two were dying – Poppa (Dad's Dad) was in hospital and Nana (Mum's Mum) was in her home being nursed by my Mum, in a coastal town two hours away.</p>
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<p>Hospital reforms were being made at a political level with cuts being made to services and staff, and things were uncertain at the patient level. My father, under emotional stress due to our circumstances, had a car accident where he wrote off the family car, crushed one hand and fractured his skull. Because he was not technically considered to be fully unconscious upon reaching hospital in the ambulance, he was not admitted as a patient (under the newly forming laws) and was sent home to me instead. At the same time, the medical insurance company paying Poppa's fees for his private hospital room where he was dying of cancer were not sure of their grounds and stopped paying his fees (albeit only for a week) so he was sent home to me also.</p>
<p>I was doing a full-time Masters degree at University and holding down a part time job at the same time, to make ends meet. Every couple of hours I would have to drive home to get a meal or snack ready for the invalids, and bathe Dad's wounds – Poppa fractured a rib, falling out of bed, so he was forbidden to help – and then dash back to University, in between experiments, working late into the night to get everything done. On top of everything, the family cat – sensitive to the environment – kept throwing up onto the carpet.</p>
<p>One day as I was turning into our street on one of my mercy dashes home, the muffler of my jalopy fell off and started dragging under the car. This was almost a final straw. I parked in our driveway, fighting tears and a sense of 'not coping', then went inside to prepare morning tea for the invalids. When I got to Poppa's room with a cup of tea, he wasn't there! Feeling doom pending, I went to look for his body but he wasn't in the house. There was a small noise outside and, upon investigation, I found two thin little pyjama'd legs with slippers sticking out from under my car. Poppa had heard the car coming from down the street (with no muffler!) and had slipped out to the garage and got pliers and wire to fix my car. At that point I did cry when I found him, but with tears of love – at this stage as his life was slowly ebbing away from him, his first thought was to try to help me, putting his family before himself – as he always had throughout his life.</p>
Do the right thing.
Be the right person.
Lo, God is coming
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<p>One of my favorite birthday presents last October was a canvas tote bag with the word "smile" in Sri Chinmoy's elegant handwriting with one of his <a href="http://www.srichinmoyart.com/gallery/Bird_Drawings/">distinctive soul bird drawings</a> next to it.</p>
<p>I immediately started using it as my handbag and it was such a perfect gift since some affectionately (or not) call me a bag lady since I typically tote around several bags of food, water, camera, books, etc. as part of my daily routine.</p>
<p>I happened to be using this bag as my pocketbook when I went for my twice-a-year teeth cleaning appointment at the dentist. Because I have no dental insurance even though I pay very high health insurance premiums, the expense of these visits tends to find me a little grumpy about them. As I sat down in the dentist chair, I put my Sri Chinmoy canvas tote bag on a chair in the corner of the room. When they announced that they wanted me to get full x-rays despite my memory that at my last visit they said I would not need them, I became grumpy indeed as I imagined their price tag. I grumbled to her about this discrepancy and my unhappiness at hearing this news.</p>
<p>The dental technician might have been legitimately feeling grumpy about me as well by this point. Perhaps with the hidden motivation to change the subject, she commented on how much she liked the design of my tote bag sitting on the chair. I told her it was the artwork of a man named <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> and then her attention turned back to cleaning my teeth.</p>
<p>I looked over at the large word on the bag sitting on the chair. The word "Smile" seemed to somehow exude a cheerful consciousness in its very style and I sheepishly felt the whole thing was rather humorous since my demeanor was a far cry from its message. For in that moment, I was doing anything but smiling and I felt slightly foolish.</p>
<p>The next time I go to the dentist I'll have to try harder to not wear my opinions about high health care costs so openly on my sleeve (or face). Apparently this bag will do more than carry my keys, wallet and cell phone. It will carry a reminder as well that a smile can make the world a brighter place. I make no big promises but it can never hurt to be reminded of this simple yet powerful truth.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2007/03/21/smileatdentist">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Last weekend, the Irish Sri Chinmoy Centre played host to sixty-five students of <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> from England, France, Scotland, Wales and further beyond for a weekend of meditation and fun - a 'Joy Weekend' as our teacher, Sri Chinmoy, calls it. As the name suggests, the emphasis on these weekends is on having pure unadulterated joy, some time together with friends where we can be free from the worries and responsibilities of life. We were based in the beautiful Burren area of County Clare in the West of Ireland, with its spectacular mountain views and limestone rock formations.</p>
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<p>We all met up on the Saturday evening; due to the remote location, some people had to go to great lengths in order to get there, but hopefully it would be worth it! First came a beautifully silent meditation and singing of soulful mantric songs. In particular, we were treated to an ethereally beautiful singing performance by Adarsha Kelly of Scotland, a long-time student of Sri Chinmoy renowned for the depth and soulfulness of his singing. (You can <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/adarsha-kelly-singing-the-songs-of-self-offering/">listen to Adarsha sing</a> on Radio Sri Chinmoy) In the previous week, some of the people present had accompanied Sri Chinmoy on <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/news/sri-chinmoy-recieves-awards-in-mongolia-and-performs-another-lift">his visit to Mongolia</a> , whilst others had been working on a concert of inspiring music at the Royal Albert Hall, so there were more than a few anecdotes to tell from both events.</p>
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<p>The next day began with a 2 mile run: rather than competing with each other, everyone instead competes to beat their own previous standard, which makes for a much more enjoyable and carefree race. After breakfast, it was then time to go to the beach for some games! There is nothing like a few team games to restore that sense of joy and exuberance we somehow lose in the transition from childhood to adult life. We started out with a classic sandcastle building contest: two teams and twenty minutes to build the biggest and best structure. In the end, both castles were so good that we couldn't bring ourselves to vote on a winner and called it a draw! We then had a few more fun games like horseshoe pitching, speed nailing and a balancing relay.</p>
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<p>Then we went to the nearby Cliffs of Moher, one of the highest cliffs in Europe. Two years earlier, the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org">World Harmony Run</a> , a global initiative founded by Sri Chinmoy to foster friendship and understanding through running, had passed through County Clare and paid a visit to the cliffs. The resulting DVD of the Run featured the majestic scenery of the cliffs quite heavily and many people who saw it expressed the wish to go there someday - this may have influenced our choice of location :) Then we headed back for lunch, followed by another group meditation. In the afternoon we spit into groups to explore the country side.</p>
<p>Naturally everyone was a little tired at the end of such a hectic day, so after the evening meditation we thought of a way to put a spring back in everyone's step! We divided everyone into four teams, handed them a short story and gave them twenty minutes to concoct a fully fledged play. There were some people who wanted to sing some of Sri Chinmoy's mantric songs instead, so we agreed a 'compromise' where each play had to include at least one of Sri Chinmoy's songs (and also some other songs if they wanted). It is really amazing how resourceful you can be given such a short time limit - every single play ended up being very imaginative indeed, not to mention extremely funny.</p>
<p>The next morning after meditation and an early morning run, we all took leave of each other, knowing that we will be meeting up again at another weekend like this in the not too distant future. Our teacher, Sri Chinmoy, has often spoken of how much joy he gets when he hears his students have gathered together for weekends of fun like this - when his students manage to cast off the heaviness and dryness of the mind even for one weekend, this in turn makes it much easier for the teacher to help them make spiritual progress! A spiritual life is sometimes mistakenly associated with misery and self-denial, whereas in fact we make the fastest progress when we are happy. As Sri Chinmoy says in one of his meditative aphorisms:</p>
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<li>Sumangali Morhall describes <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/news/gower">another Joy Day in Wales</a></li>
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<p>From the continual inner and outer guidance of our spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy, we each learn to gain access to and live our lives from within our spiritual heart, rather than the mind. Living in the heart colours everything in life with a beautiful glow and brings forward qualities of love, compassion, forgiveness and happiness.</p>
<p>Spanning out, not only to friends but to strangers also, these qualities radiate unconditionally from the heart and lead to a divine love for people everywhere, for all of humanity.</p>
<p>In our every day lives, students of Sri Chinmoy practice to live from within the spiritual heart and bring forward the positive qualities that the heart embodies. As a result an amazing feeling of harmony is felt within this large group of diverse people from many different nations and cultures. With harmony it is astonishing what can be achieved! I travel to New York where Sri Chinmoy lives, along with many other students from around the world and everywhere, among all, I see the same harmony and oneness, love and respect.</p>
<p>As spiritual friends, we share joy and laughter, discoveries, inspiration and aspiration. We lift each other up when one falls. We inspire and encourage each other to run towards the goal. All spiritual seekers are on the same journey, striving for the same inner freedom and happiness, fulfilment and transformation. We spread love and light to people everywhere just by feeling it within ourselves. And all of this is a result of living in the heart.</p>
<p>The feeling that is experienced in an environment where the power of love leads our lives, rather than the ‘love of power’, is something so unique and special. I often feel that there will come a day when the whole world will be like this and all human beings will have the opportunity to experience this beauty, where unconditional love, understanding, genuine concern, oneness, and respect is shared between people everywhere. It starts from each individual and the blossoming of each spiritual heart.</p>
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Learning meditation has been the most rewarding and beneficial persuit in my life.</p>
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For as long as I can remember, competing at the Olympics has been a fairytale-dream of mine...</p>
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My whole life has been so much fun and I feel very grateful for the opportunities and experiences I have had. Every moment in my life has lead me to where I am right now and there is no other place in the universe I would rather be!</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://preetidutta.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/having-a-spiritual-teacher" title="My Favourite Times In Sailing - by Alesha Thorpe">Having a Spiritual Teacher</a></strong> –
When we want to learn a musical instrument we go to a teacher who is accomplished in this field and we take lessons.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://preetidutta.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/a_life_changing_opportunity" title="A Life-Changing Opportunity - by Alesha Thorpe">A Life-Changing Opportunity</a></strong> –
After attending the meditation classes offered at the Sri Chinmoy Centre and experiencing for myself the lasting peace and inner happiness that was beginning to bloom in my life, I was growing an inner hunger to discover more about spirituality.</p>
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Our Centre meditation nights are a highlight in my week, when I always have my best meditations and my aspiration seems to multiply.</p>
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Unleash the weapons! Slay the dragons! For the treasure that lies beyond is definitely worth it!</p>
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Running... out onto the fog-laden street. My cold limbs reluctantly awake.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://preetidutta.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/world_harmony_run" title="Reflections From The World Harmony Run - by Alesha Thorpe">Reflections From The World Harmony Run</a></strong> –
Fifty-two kilometres we had covered since daybreak, only eight to go...</p>
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Meditation: Solitary? Secluded? A retreat from the world? A life of austerities, spiritual disciplines and world renunciation? FAR FROM IT!!!</p>
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Spiritual friends are more like brothers and sisters. Underneath our differences, personalities and individualities lies a very familiar oneness, a deep love and a unique understanding. I feel this with every person that I have begun to know on Sri Chinmoy's path – the 'path of the heart'.</p>
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Now at last the curtain falls on summer’s last act, it's benediction bounty, the sovereign wide blue of months past relinquishing it's dominion in this first deluge of autumn pelting down. Rain is bucketing, lashing at windows, a dawn assault, this lovely onslaught filling gutters with rivers of rain, summer's dust and dead leaves sluicing off roof tops and temples and no warning of this wild and sudden invasion.</p>
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Down on the waterfront the early Quickcat ferry from Waiheke Island slams through whitecaps, sends spray flying and soaking the brave boys laughing in the bows, grey waves slap-banging against the aluminium hull, easing in carefully while the deckhand disdains the cold sea, balances on nothing much to throw his heavy mooring ropes. Gulls ride the squalls, soar and dip.</p>
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Across Karangahape Road and sixteen stories up, construction crews arrive and I watch the Maori boys, tattooed arms bare, orange vests slick and bright-wet in the downpour, strut their warrior stuff, laugh in the rain.</p>
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Down below the early girls weave and totter in the wind, shrieking at each blast of spray, wind gusts turning brollies into kites, inverting, pull them skyward while they hang on, clutch each other giggling their despair.</p>
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Cold water, my summer friend, now overnight my foe and in the shower I yell and cringe and ouch till soothing hot smoothes away goose bumps.</p>
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Lovely autumn comes and welcome, though I'll miss the long calm days and warm kiss of sun.</p>
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<h2>Spiritual Master Lifts Elephants</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<em>This article was published in the 'India Tribune' – a monthly newspaper that serves the Indian community of New Zealand and Australia – in March 2007.</em></p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy lifting a baby elephant" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy lifting a baby elephant" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_shinmoy_elephant1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Seventy-five year old world harmony leader and spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy last week completed a month long visit to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thailand" title="Thailand – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Thailand</a> which featured several unusual displays of strength. Defying age and gravity the Indian born meditation master and longtime advocate of physical fitness hoisted a 785 lb baby elephant on a specially modified calf raise machine.</p>
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<a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> has been travelling throughout Thailand during the past month with more than 400 members of his international humanitarian and harmony organisation as part of his annual goodwill travels. His calf raise lift was a dramatic show of support for the elephants continued survival and conservation. At another elephant park in subsequent days Sri Chinmoy went on to calf raise a further twelve elephants, nine of them large adults. The last and heaviest lift with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahout" title="Mahout – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">mahout</a> atop weighed an enormous <em>8,622lbs.</em> In previous years the impossibility-challenger lifted 6 times Olympic gold medalist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Lewis" title="Carl Lewis – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Carl Lewis</a> on the back of a circus elephant in New York, another remarkable strength feat demonstrating the power of the mind and honouring the Olympian.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy lifts a second baby elephant" class="left lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy lifts a second baby elephant" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_shinmoy_elephant3.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> is a noted advocate of inner concentration and meditation as a way of harnessing the unlimited potential of the human spirit. His extraordinary weightlifting achievements have inspired citizens of all ages and redefined our understanding of human potential. When asked why he performs such superhuman feats he commented, "With my weightlifting, I am trying to inspire and encourage people of all ages to transcend their own limits. With determination we can conquer the age barrier."</p>
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Sri Chinmoy's dramatic elephant lifts are also some of the heaviest calf raise achievements ever performed according to longtime Registrar of the British Amateur Weightlifters Association Jim Smith. "What a phenomenal achievement for any human being! The best bodybuilders and lifters in the world cannot come close to Sri Chinmoy's calf raise, and he is more than twice as old as they are!"</p>
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In <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiang_Mai" title="Chiang Mai – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Chiang Mai</a> <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> offered a concert of peaceful music, playing on a dozen instruments from around the world. The world acclaimed maestro has offered over 700 <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy in Concert">peace concerts</a> in such venues as the Sydney Opera House, Carnegie Hall in New York, Nippon Buddokan in Tokyo, the Royal Albert Hall in London and Auckland's Aotea Centre and Town Hall.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy and his students were extremely moved by the loving kindness and hospitality of the Thai people. Sri Chinmoy has composed nine songs about Thailand and it's beloved King.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Reflections From The World Harmony Run</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Fifty-two kilometres we had covered since daybreak, only eight to go...</p>
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<p>It was almost sundown before we could see the sprawl of Wellington city revealing itself through each valley and behind every hillcrest, our final destination for the Auckland to Wellington leg of the 2005 <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/nz/">World Harmony Run</a>. The runners were tired. Some lay sleeping in the back of the van while others gazed contently out the window. We had come a long way in the last week. Not only the miles we had run but also the inner progress we had made, the team camaraderie we had built, the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/about/">message of world harmony</a> we had spread, and the realisation of how significant and powerful the World Harmony Run truly is for the world.</p>
<p>Through small towns, along deserted roads, over bridges and alongside state highways we had run. Every step of the way carrying the torch with the burning flame symbolising our hope and aspiration for a peaceful, more harmonious world. Along the way we visited schools and shared our experiences and encounters with millions of children nationwide. Through the streets of Auckland, Hamilton, Rotorua, Taupo and every quaint little town in between we had left our presence... our message… our hope. No matter where we were or who we met the glowing smiles, friendly toots, encouraging cheers and keen runners joining us had the same openhearted enthusiasm everywhere. I recall the warm smiles of the farmers on the roadside as we ran by. The generosity and kindness of the motel owners who were so delighted to support us by having us to stay and the joyful children running with us carrying the torch.</p>
<p>It makes me realise that given the opportunity, people everywhere, from all walks of life are so eager to open their hearts and contribute in their own way towards peace, harmony and oneness. The human heart is hungry for love. Love between countries, religions, and all people. Why do we have to separate, distinguish and exclude? Every single human being has a heart, which will one day, if not already, open to reveal it’s true essence. This thought gives me hope.</p>
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<p>It was almost sundown before we could see the sprawl of Wellington city revealing itself through each valley and behind every hillcrest, our final destination for the Auckland to Wellington leg of the 2005 World Harmony Run. The light was now dimming. So too was the pace and energy of the runners. It had been a long day. Eight kilometres still to cover. At this stage of the journey it was easy to find myself lost in a daze of <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/gallery/global/2005/new_zealand">recollections</a> of the experience this far. It is difficult to describe how moving it is to be part of a team carrying a message of hope, promise, friendship and goodwill to people far and wide. My mind wanders back to the sparkle in a child’s eye when we tell them they too can contribute to World Harmony simply by being kind to their friends, sharing, helping and loving.</p>
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<p>I notice the steadily decreasing pace of our fearless runner as I drive behind in the support van. Her gaze downward, her stride becoming more of a shuffle. I look over my shoulder at the rest of the team in the back, sleeping, gazing, lost in a weary daze. This was it! The grand finale of the World Harmony Run for 2005, our swan song. The final bound down the home straight and we were all in need of something to give us new life, inspiration and encouragement. At moments in our lives we all need a helping hand occasionally. I switch on the CD player and <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/song/">Sri Chinmoy's World Harmony Run song</a> starts playing. Although we had listened to this song every day, it is a song one never gets weary of. Each time we sing it, it brings a smile to our faces. It gives us all joy and a feeling of hope. Yet this time, the final time, was unique.</p>
<p>The power and depth in Sri Chinmoy’s voice, the joy and brightness in the tune, the significance of the words. The twinkling of the bells lifted our heads and put the sparkle back in our eyes. The beat of the drum renewed the rhythm in the stride of our runner. The words – “Run, run, run, run, run, run, World Harmony Run. We are the oneness and fullness of tomorrows sun”, almost chant-like, gave us strength. I turned the volume right up. Everyone suddenly sat up and started singing to the music. At the top of our lungs, smiles from ear to ear, heads out the windows singing to the world and to our runner up ahead. Her pace doubled. The torch was once again held high. She looked back at us with a huge smile and gave us a thumbs-up. At a time when she needed it most, when we all needed it, this song gave us new life. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> wrote this song especially for the World Harmony Run and it definitely has something special about it. It did something to us all that day, deep within, which we will never forget.</p>
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<h2>Auckland Joy Weekend</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Meditation: Solitary? Secluded? A retreat from the world? A life of austerities, spiritual disciplines and world renunciation? FAR FROM IT!!!</p>
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<p>We were all geared up, ready for action. The frizbees, volleyballs and tennis rackets perched out front, running shoes cleaned and swimming gear retrieved from a winter of neglect. Every spare inch of floor space was now taken up by mattresses in houses around Auckland, in preparation for 100 of our friends visiting from <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/christchurch">Christchurch</a>, <a href="/nz/sri_chinmoy_centres/dunedin">Dunedin</a> , Wellington, Taupo and Geelong, <a href="http://au.srichinmoycentre.org/main-au">Australia</a>. This was the annual and highly anticipated International Joy weekend at the Sri Chinmoy centre in Auckland.</p>
<p><a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/centre_activities/joy_weekends">Joy weekends</a> are a frequent occurrence in the Sri Chinmoy Centres. They are treasured times in our busy lives where there is no other purpose than to have 100% pure joy. Spending a weekend with so many other people who also <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditate</a> and have an awareness of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/">spirituality</a> , with the same positive and enthusiastic attitude to life, has a profound effect on one’s own aspiration...</p>
<p>Friday night was approaching fast and still many last minute preparations were needed. Our two <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/vegetarian_cafes">vegetarian cafés</a> in Auckland owned and run by <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/students_of_sri_chinmoy">meditation students of Sri Chinmoy</a> were humming with activity with all hands on deck as they prepared to feed us all delicious meals for the next three days.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, back in the peaceful abode of the <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/nz/auckland/auckland_centre">meditation centre in K’Rd</a>, singing performances were being rehearsed, instruments tuned and plays practiced in preparation for the evening meditation nights. Ranging from very soulful singing, lively and innovative instrumental performances, <a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/">Sri Chinmoy's poems</a> being read out to music, to the most hilarious plays having us all in uncontrollable laughter!</p>
<p>During all joy weekends there is a constant buzz of happiness and joy. <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> reminds us that the purpose of joy weekends, along with having joy and receiving inspiration from each other, is to feel young at heart, no matter how old we are. Living in the heart with spontaneity, simplicity and enthusiasm is extremely beneficial to our lives and our personal growth.</p>
<p>The many unique individuals who are <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/members">students of Sri Chinmoy’s</a> all have so much inspiration to offer. There are some extremely talented musicians, excellent artists, fast and determined runners, soulful and serene meditators and all friendly and genuinely happy people. After every joy weekend I definitely feel a shift in consciousness and an intensified aspiration for progress in my own life…</p>
<p>Well, it had finally arrived. The next three days of fun-filled action. <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/outer-inner-running">Running</a>, walking, swimming in waterfalls, playing in the surf at Muriwhai, orienteering adventures through sand dunes, bush explorations, frequent meditations in the soul-stirring vistas of nature, delicious meals, laughter, friendship, meditation nights, singing, plays and shared aspiration. But above all, complete and utter joy, a deep contentment for life and an inner happiness and fulfilment growing stronger by the second.</p>
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<h2>Avian and Other Experiences</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I live in a small annex of our rented Centre building in Auckland – above me a tin roof with a window through which I can see the passing clouds and sky.</p>
<p><img alt="Auckland Sky" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/auckland_sky.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Recently, a noisy and garrulous band of seagulls have been landing every morning around 6am on my roof and creating a tremendous uproar – squabbling, screeching, pecking, clattering. Meditating in close proximity to a bunch of ill-tempered sea birds is not an easy task, but I have been smiling to myself as I remember quite a few other amusing incidents where our powers of concentration have been sorely tested.</p>
<p>Once I booked a room at a gymnasium for a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_new_zealand" title="Free Meditation Classes in New Zealand | The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres">workshop on meditation</a> – an eight hour round trip drive from Auckland to a small North Island town. Shortly after my course began the local basketball team invaded the gym – I was yelling "now breathe in peace" while whistles blew, basketballs slammed against the wall and the thunder of large running feet filled the room. As though that wasn't enough, shortly afterwards a Polynesian drumming troupe arrived next door and a cacophony of drums, relentless and overwhelming, assailed our senses. There we were, twenty adults in a meditation class from hell, while the entire gymnasium vibrated and shook to the sound of Pacific Island drummers and the Taupo Titans basketball game raged all around us.</p>
<p>On another occasion in Wellington, mid way through a guided meditation at a public course the tranquility of our room was suddenly disturbed by what sounded suspiciously like groans and moaning noises from the floor below us. Slowly the groans grew in intensity and volume – a dreadful wailing noise now filled the room. Was a murder taking place? The awful sounds rose in crescendo and now we could hear many voices screaming in unison; like something from the Great Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Abandoning any pretense at <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy">meditation</a>, several of us sprang from our chairs and rushed downstairs to help – but there in the offending room we came across the cause of all the noise. It was a Primal Scream therapy workshop.</p>
<p>Shardul once narrated a funny experience of his. In a small <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres">New Zealand</a> town he was setting up a hired room prior to an introductory morning workshop. There was a large inconveniently placed piano in one part of the room and he began pushing it to the back of the room. The carpet began to bunch under the wheels and prevent it's further movement so he braced himself then gave a mighty heave. The great colossus slowly tilted over and crashed on it's back onto the ground, with one thunderous and massive chord reverberating around the room. There it lay huge and immovable in the very centre of the small classroom, the sound of that large great discordance still ringing in Shardul's ears.</p>
<p>Unable to move the stricken monster, Shardul placed the chairs around this interesting centrepiece and later gave his class, the overturned piano a bizarre and mesmerising distraction as it lay on it's back amongst the seekers – incongruous as a dead cow. Later with the help of a local rugby team it was reinstated to it's rightful place and the incident was quietly forgotten.</p>
<p>As I remember these things, the gulls are back again, squabbling among themselves and clumsy as puppies up there on my roof.</p>
<p>I feel a poem coming on...</p>
<h3>GULLS</h3>
<p><img alt="Gulls" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/gulls.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />They came again this dawn<br/>
an avian rabble, beaked brutes<br/>
clambering over my tin roof like a break–in,<br/>
clumsy intruders poised<br/>
to storm through my skylight window,<br/>
banging open seashells<br/>
in a fusillade of clatter,<br/>
shrieking in querulous dispute<br/>
over scraps hauled from the city tip,<br/>
plumage soiled by the grime of plunder.<br/>
No longer sea–birds, you lot,<br/>
but city slickers, glutted on garbage,<br/>
forsaking the tedium of oceans<br/>
for the bedlam of the county dump<br/>
motherlode of scraps,<br/>
easy pickings for a street smart gull<br/>
idling away the afternoons on my roof,<br/>
feathers afluff and dozing in the sun –<br/>
lazy as sin,<br/>
visiting the coasts only on weekends<br/>
shamed by your dumb cousins<br/>
the albatross and petrel,<br/>
exiles traveling the lonely places<br/>
drifting across those endless, empty spaces,<br/>
wandering alone the deserts of the seas<br/>
on calm, unmoving wings.</p>
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<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy on Mt Teide" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy relaxes during an excursion below Mt Teide" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-mt-teide.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My journey to Tenerife I well remember for its succession of unscheduled stopovers at odd, mountainous, late night airports where absolutely nobody spoke even a single word of any familiar language. Hours would pass then somebody would hold up a hand written cardboard sign announcing a destination you'd never heard of – an official of sorts would gesture to the gate and you would join the queue, fingers crossed, shuffling forward for another mysterious hop to the next touchdown somewhere in the Canary Islands. I felt like a bewildered anti-hero in a strange novel, lost in some separate unsignposted reality, a contemporary Alice fallen down a rabbit hole.</p>
<p>But arrived eventually. We climbed Mount Teide, or rather drove by car up to the 10,000-foot volcanic crater then hiked the last 2,000 feet or so, up and over an ice cap to the summit. Hardly triumphant conquerors. On the mountain road of switchbacks and steep hauls up, cascades of purple bougainvillea flowered, stands of aromatic mountain pine, small villages and sweeping vistas of sea. Parachutists leapt off the high crater walls and floated serenely down to the ocean, a twenty-minute aerial spectacular, man become soaring eagle.</p>
<p>One evening about midnight I had a rare experience. At functions end I had sat in the hotel lobby for a few minutes and there encountered <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> – he suggested that I go to my hotel room and meditate for a while, an unusual request. And so I went obediently out to my hotel balcony, sat in a wicker chair that overlooked the black expanse of ocean. It was a few minutes past midnight. Two hundred feet below the sea heaved and sighed against the dark volcanic cliffs – above, the universe flared out across indigo sky. Only a few minutes into my contemplation I had a sudden feeling of my soul, a winged bird flying out of the body cage and off into a great void. There was the feeling of a great release, of freedom and exultation and simply through volition I could soar and cover great distances. At first I gripped the sides of the chair in alarm, then gradually let myself go, the beginnings of a rapturous flight in this lovely new world of unhorizoned freedom. For all of an hour there was a great euphoria, free of time, place, self, the burdens of this anxious life.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy sprinting in Tenerife" class="left lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy practices his sprinting in Tenerife" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-track-tenerife.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Then around 1.00 a.m. my roommate – yes, you know who you are! – returned and mistaking my rare celestial romp for sleep slapped me heartily on the shoulder and ended my flight. Reverie broken, my experience there ended. But I still remember this lovely glimpse that my teacher showed of another dimension where all the human trappings had fallen away and for a blissful while you are only pure spirit, a peaceful soul bird winging the universe in breathless delight.</p>
<p>In Tenerife several of Sri Chinmoy's male disciples worked for days constructing a 100-metre running track where our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">guru</a> could practice his sprinting. The rocky, uneven volcanic field provided a great challenge and we were reminded of the story of the great 11th century Tibetan yogi <a href="https://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/buddhist/milarepa/" title="Milarepa | PoetSeers">Jetsun Milarepa</a> whose guru Marpa Lotsawa asked him to build three successive towers. Marpa found fault with each of the three towers and requested his neophyte disciple to start again, testing his surrender, his egolessness, humility and faith and preparing him for the great challenge of enlightenment. Mindful of this story we enjoyed building the running track and finally our own guru was highly pleased with our efforts – we were all smiles.</p>
<p>When we left Tenerife after two weeks I travelled back down the rabbit hole of mysterious plane rides, the same sense of unreality, irrelevant ticketing, ended up in Majorca for one night, found a room to stay surrounded by fields of onions and cabbages, a soccer pitch. But my meditation experience had left an afterglow of detachment and the running track construction had conferred a little patience. So my strange time in Spain turned out to be quite rewarding – I had won a tiny drop of inner poise and life’s ordeals seemed no longer quite so troubling.</p>
<p>    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>God the Supreme Runner</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I have been looking at my bedroom shrine this morning and giving myself a mark out of ten. A beautiful tall photo of my teacher soars over a miscellany of things beneath – a single white candle, some japa beads personally given out to us all on a Christmas vacation, several favourite unframed photos (curling at the edges), a small picture of myself aged four to remind me to be childlike and not an old grouch.</p>
<p>And then some poignant things as keepsakes too – a yellow lock of hair from a departed precious friend, some of her favourite wild mountain flowers, still honey-fragrant seven years after she picked them – and here a much loved carving of an unknown yogi, sublimely tranquil, otherworldly, perfect in pale yellow stone. Sometimes I hold this against my heart to emulate, to absorb as though through an osmosis of consciousness.</p>
<p>But there's dust, untidiness, signs of neglect, so I award myself a six out of ten. <em>Can do better.</em> Above my shrine the wall is almost hidden with random large photos, a little topsy-turvy and also showing evidence of an untidy mind. Unframed and stapled onto the plaster wall. <em>Room for improvement.</em></p>
<p>One catches my eye, a group portrait taken at midnight way back in 1987 in Auckland. Twelve runners are lined up under dark trees briefly illumined by the camera flash, a suburban parkland setting. We were attempting to run fifty miles each, our salute to one of Sri Chinmoy's groundbreaking weightlifting records. I remember this night vividly. On the one-mile loop a number of candlelit poems and aphorisms had been placed to counter our fatigue and to provide inspiration, and one in particular was to give me quite an experience. It had been enlarged on white card, a poem from <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ORI" title="The Outer Running And The Inner Running – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">The Outer Running And The Inner Running</a>:</p>
<blockquote>Lord, I am tired.<br/>
"Since you are tired, My son,<br/>
Even before<br/>
Your journey's start,<br/>
I shall run for you."</blockquote>
<p>Ungifted as a runner but endowed with a little doggedness, I battled away through the night but at mile thirty-four an old knee injury – along with sundry other aches and complaints – returned and reduced me to a painful shuffle. I had been repeating the poem over and over in my mind for hours, a mantra to concentrate my will, a prayer to break my strong identification with my poor distressed body – then all of a sudden this poem became a reality. Some powerful grace descended, all pain disappeared, I felt filled with light and galloped along at full speed, scarcely able to believe what was happening. For ten or twelve final miles I seemed not to be the runner, the body an instrument of a greater force, I a disembodied observer, tears of joy in my eyes at this extraordinary experience.</p>
<p>Nobody could believe my speed – I seemed to have wings on my feet and rushed around the one-mile loop in a state of exultant disbelief. A great joy filled my heart though I could not understand why such an insignificant person should be granted such an astonishing boon.</p>
<p><a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a> often speaks of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/vgd-24" title="God Is The Doer – The Vision Of God's Dawn | Sri Chinmoy Library">God as the real Doer</a> – if we can feel that it is He who is experiencing life through us, then we break the strong attachment to our separate self and open the door to these random acts of grace. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Spiritual masters</a> have a free access to these worlds of possibility – they are themselves the bridge between them, the conduit through which <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/my_lifes_soul_journey/gods_grace" title="God’s Grace – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">God's grace</a> constantly flows.</p>
<p>In all of his breathtaking and extraordinary life achievements <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> endlessly demonstrates the boundlessness of life, the power bequeathed through spiritual awakening, and that a life harnessed to the force and grace of spirit and God-love will be exemplary. Hence the foundation principle of <a href="http://www.selftranscendence.org/self_transcendence/self_transcendence/" title="Self Transcendence - a talk by Sri Chinmoy on the topic of self transcendence | SelfTranscendence.org">self-transcendence</a> in his teachings – there really are no limits to our capacity if we dare to try and have faith.
</p><p>There is a second lovely verse to this poem, too, reiterating its message:</p>
<blockquote>Lord, I am tired.<br/>
"Since you are tired, My son,<br/>
Even before<br/>
Your journey's start,<br/>
I shall sail your dream-boat<br/>
And reach for you<br/>
Your golden Reality-Shore."</blockquote>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Polite Policeman</h2><div class="field-item"><p>December, 2002. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand" title="Sri Chinmoy in New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy is in New Zealand</a> with an international group of his students. We had crossed the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cook_Strait" title="Cook Strait – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Cook Strait</a> on the inter-islander ferry after a free public concert in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wellington_Town_Hall" title="Wellington Town Hall – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Wellington Town Hall</a> on the previous evening. In <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picton,_New_Zealand" title="Picton, New Zealand – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Picton</a> our group boarded several buses or caught rides in our small convoy of accompanying cars, then together we began the leisurely drive to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christchurch" title="Christchurch – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Christchurch</a>.</p>
<p><img alt="Breaching whale" title="A 'not-so-fictitious' whale breaching near the Kaikoura Ranges" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/sperm-whale-kaikoura.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Such a beautiful afternoon, nature charming us with a fine performance. On our right the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaikoura_Ranges" title="Kaikoura Ranges – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Kaikoura ranges</a> snow mantled with a brilliant clarity, soared up into a clear summer sky. Beneath, dark folds of shadowed valleys tumbled down from overlapping skylines of ridges and summits that stepped away into distance. On our left the unusual turquoise green of the sea – kelp beds stretched and swayed, seals lounged on the shoreline's dark shelves of rock, fictitious sightings of breaching whales that had gullible noses pressed to the bus windows.</p>
<p>In this world of beauty our progress was slow and before long we were holding up other traffic, a long procession winding through the green hills. A policeman pulled over Sri Chinmoy's lead vehicle but he too was under the spell of this balmy summer afternoon and could not have been kinder. "How I wish everybody would drive at your speed!" he said. He was helpful and courteous and solicitous and the occupants of the van were charmed by how nice he was. The van driver had a small photo of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> on the dashboard and the policeman was intrigued. "Is that the Dalai Lama?" he asked, and began talking about the well-known Buddhist leader. They conversed for a while then the policeman left, asking them to pull over if too many cars were gathering behind them.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> spoke of this incident a number of times in illustration of the peacefulness of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> and the pleasant time he had on this fourth visit. Several New Zealand songs he has written and these speak of "God-Beauty's Hand", "softness-life and oneness-heart" and "land of the charming lambs". The master has a special fondness for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand" title="New Zealand – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">New Zealand</a>.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Surprising Rewards</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
In a world where from cradle rock to last breath our wellbeing and survival are founded upon physical security – a home, a job, money in the bank – the notion of a life not concerned with these things, and not measuring its success by their abundance, is most definitely not in vogue.</p>
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A large proportion of the human population of course does live without these consoling buffers which insulate the rest of us from hunger, homelessness, despair – and for them the quest to simply survive is necessarily paramount. Relevant, however, in either scenario – having and not having – are the timeless spiritual commentaries that can be found in the wisdom of our greatest teachers, in the words of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son" title="The Son – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Christ</a>; the sutras of Buddhism; the discourse of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb" title="The Singer Of The Eternal Beyond – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Krishna</a> to his dearest disciple Arjuna on the battlefield of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurukshetra" title="Kurukshetra – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Kurukshetra</a>; and in the conversations of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/DM" title="Drink, Drink My Mother's Nectar – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Ramakrishna</a>, to name a few.</p>
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Their insights and commentaries on the deepest truths of human life offer an alternative view of security which differs radically from the prosperity ideals in which most of us have been immersed from childhood.</p>
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These luminaries tell us that while it is legitimate and proper to seek a reasonable standard of living, every effort to find happiness exclusively in the outer world will finally fail and only the inner accomplishments – inner peace, desirelessness and detachment, love of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>, self-discovery – can truly give us happiness. Some go further. My own teacher <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> speaks often of the relative merits of self-reliance versus God-reliance – and that for those following a spiritual path and seeking oneness with God, our dependence on God attracts immediate <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/seven_secrets/secret4" title=" Grace | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">grace</a>. The father loves all his children but will take special care of the one who most depends on him and trusts him completely.</p>
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Over a number of years of being with <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> I have heard this message reiterated many times and had occasion to see its fruits and benefits. Those who put their <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/what-is-spirituality/what_is_the_spiritual_life" title="What is the spiritual life? | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spiritual life</a> first, who dare to 'whistle in the dark', are unconcerned with the accumulation of personal wealth to meet tomorrow's needs, these are invariably happier. For this is a step towards faith and abandonment in God, and God always assumes responsibility for the needs (as opposed to the wants) in their lives.</p>
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Speaking of those disciples who try to live this way <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> once said, "You will see how in the future you will be most surprisingly rewarded." I was deeply moved when I heard this comment for it conveyed such a powerful message. Simply through our trust in God, here is the assurance of shedding all the bonds and attachments and problems that bind us to the world and to endless lives – our 'surprising rewards' will include a fearless God-reliance, freedom from anxiety regarding the future, the knowledge that all our inner and outer needs will be met, and that through our abandonment and faith alone God will take full responsibility for our lives. This is a huge short cut in our evolution, the shedding of a great burden, the discovery at last of an abiding inner peace and calm, 'the peace that passeth all understanding'.</p>
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In the West we are virtually marinated in a culture of acquiring and possessing from the very beginnings of our life, and the alternative philosophies espoused by our great liberators and pathfinders are rarely practiced. But the soul finally is not satisfied with self-interest and the fulfilment of personal ambitions – it has greater promises to keep that lie far beyond personal gain. "For my disciples," Sri Chinmoy commented, "to worry about your future is an insult to the Master, an insult to your soul and an insult to God."</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<p>Beyond this silhouette is Myanmar, a border of dark forest. In the strangely arcane light of evening the mountains above Chiang Mai resemble a huge dark moon rising over the rim of earth, their slow crescent curve the blue-grey bulk of a silent close-by planet.</p>
<p>All the sounds of the evening city merge into a roar like a great swollen river and you sit at your window and watch everything flow by and all the pageantry of life. In the hotel courtyard a flag moves slowly in the breeze and now the memory of a Zen koan comes – is it the wind that moves, the flag that moves, or the mind that moves? Today up on the flanks of those far-off mountains I walked along a leafy trail where sutras etched in grey river stones reminded us to wake up from our long sleep and search for Truth.</p>
<p>"What does this mean?" I asked a Thai couple who also paused to reflect on the unfamiliar lettering. <em>"He who watches over his mind shall escape the snares of Mara and Illusion."</em> And this one? <em>"O seeker of the Way, find the freedom beyond all suffering."</em> Why do these things always send a shiver down to the soul? You know the answer because all your life has been nothing but a search for freedom and all these signposts and echoes of Reality thrill you.</p>
<p><img alt="Water Buffalo" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/water-buffalo.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />So here you are half a planet away from your home, sitting on a slab of stone in the warm afternoon sun with these epiphanies rolling about inside your head. My brown cap shades my eyes. A good place to meditate, obey the grey stone and watch the mind. I recall an image from long ago, the mind likened to a buffalo that wants to eat the rice plants (sense objects that give immediate pleasure but subequent pain), the one who knows and watches as the owner of the buffalo. The buffalo is allowed to roam free, but you watch over the buffalo and shout when it comes too close to the rice plants – if it is stubborn and will not obey you, you hit it and send it away with your stick. <em>"He who watches over his mind will escape the snares of Mara."</em></p>
<p>When the mind is drawn by desire to things of the world you watch it, knowing that these attachments will not make you happy – you turn the mind away with your practice of meditation. Eventually, through training, the buffalo mind stays away from the rice plants and you become tranquil and undisturbed by this enchanting and changing world.</p>
<blockquote>I always hear<br/>
A mountain-silence-song<br/>
Inside my soul's heart-garden.<br/>
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<strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></blockquote>
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I've only ever been to two weddings in my life. One was my own – hardly a wedding at all but a registry office formality about as inspiring as a visit to the bank.</p>
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<img alt="Egg Beater" title="The humble egg beater" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/egg-beater.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />'Sign here, and here – address there – none? OK, put no fixed abode. You can present the ring to your wife now – no ring? – that's fine! – you're now married!' Now someone who had been a close friend on the brink of deportation was suddenly my wife and we could continue our journey together, wherever and however far that might lead.</p>
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The second was a more solemn and elaborate affair, I best man to a faraway friend. Indisposed in a remote place, I phoned my mother who lived in the town where the wedding was scheduled and asked her advice and help in regard to a suitable gift. She talked about cutlery sets and pyrex oven dishes, furniture, practical things while my eyes began glazing over with indifference. "Get him a pair of socks or an egg whisk," I joked. She promised to buy a gift and send it along to the wedding on my behalf – and there our conversation ended.</p>
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The wedding went smoothly, the usual dreadful mix of suits and bonhomie and that mysterious air of triumphal achievement and afterwards the bride and groom passed along an impressive display of wedding gifts acknowledging and thanking each person. I had no idea what my mother had bought and surveyed the many items with curiosity. Would it be the bedroom linen, the hairdryer, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waterford_Crystal" title="Waterford Crystal – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Waterford crystal</a> set, that casket of champagne, the pearl handled dinner set, furniture, the golf clubs – which was my present? The table groaned under the weight of expensive and elaborate gifts. Then, with horror, there at the end of the long table I saw it, my name embossed beneath on a card. My mother had taken my wry suggestion literally and bought a three dollar hand-held egg beater. I quietly slunk away and drove off into the sanctuary of night...</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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The only other tenants here were mice and a few attic pigeons – many of us also felt that a ghost had settled into an old and disused stairwell exit as well, although the consensus was of a harmless one, and we had many late night experiences that indicated this probability.</p>
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My wife <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> liked all animals and set about capturing then relocating our many resident mice with the help of an ingenious cage. We had several ring-necked doves as pets as well and these lived happily in a very large walk-in cage – the mice revelled in all the birdseed, thrived and multiplied despite Operation Relocation. A pleasant rapport existed between all the tenants – we would often walk by a bowl of birdseed with four or five tiny mice, new arrivals, sitting around snacking. The word was out that we were friendly and they showed no signs of alarm at our presence.</p>
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During the occasional purge we would capture four or five mice at a time, take them in their cage one hundred metres down the road and liberate them in a park. When the population remained static we realised they were simply finding their way straight back. During the rain and cold of winter Subarata didn’t have the heart to banish our homing-pigeon mice to the elements and so we left things till spring.</p>
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When the mice finally began disturbing our public meditation classes with untimely scamperings we had to act – the captives were taken by car, a noble and dignified departure across a busy road and liberated a full mile away. A line had been drawn in the sand.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Our Lamb Guests</h2><div class="field-item"><p>In spiritual literature the lamb is an often recurring symbol of the qualities we should desire to have in our relationship with God – helplessness, purity, innocence, sweetness.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy feeds our lamb guests" title="Sri Chinmoy feeds our lamb guests" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/sri-chinmoy-lambs.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy's fondness for New Zealand and its iconic lambs have even seen him composing a number of lamb songs, one almost an alternative anthem dedicated to and about New Zealand.</p>
<p>During this spiritual masters 1995 visit we had the novel idea of having two pet lambs in our centre premises. An ample straw filled space was provided, a low trellised white fence installed to contain our guests, and a team despatched out into the green hills of rural Auckland to acquire two super-friendly candidates.</p>
<p><a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a> was delighted by the lambs and even fed them, holding in each hand a bottle of milk while the lambs tugged lustily away. The rapid tide of events briefly turned our attention away from the lambs – there were concerts, meetings, outings to attend to – then finally <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> and our overseas visitors left <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> for their long journey home. After our departure farewells I returned to the centre – opening the doors I heard a thundering of tiny hooves on the wooden floor and the two escapee lambs swept towards me, launching themselves at me like excited puppies and bleating delightedly.</p>
<p>They had leapt their modest fence and now happily liberated, spent their hours of freedom chewing, exploring, rearranging, even lounging on a couch judging by the many tiny black droppings all over the sofa covering. All the plants in the centre had been eaten below one metre, a CD stand toppled, a seated Buddha was now a reclining Buddha, meditation stools overturned.</p>
<p>It was with mutual reluctance that our young friends were returned to their farm – they had enjoyed meeting our group, the dotage of a <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual master</a>, a taste of city living; while we had been charmed by their joyful innocence and a deeper understanding of the qualities needed to approach <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a>.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Extraordinary Worlds</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Even after a 26-year association with spiritual teacher <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> and these many years of first hand exposure to the extraordinary and the miraculous, I am still surprised at how much discipleship has unveiled whole new worlds of knowing and knowledge.</p>
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This other dimension first became a little apparent to me when, at a very early age, my next door neighbour described an unusual experience of hers. In 1943 her husband's supply ship was torpedoed by a submarine and the sailor-husband spent eight cold hours in the ocean before being rescued. At the precise time this happened my neighbour awoke from sleep – 12,000 kilometres away! – and for hours endured exactly the same physical symptoms as her husband, shivering with cold and sharing the entire experience. Only a month later did she learn what had actually happened, confirming what she had already known and experienced as it was happening. Such events are very common and discussed a lot in the realm of quantum physics where everything in the universe is seen as belonging to one unified field of consciousness, everything interconnected, literally.</p>
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Glimpses into this other realm of knowledge are common for many practitioners of meditation, no matter what path they may follow. <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> talks a lot about the <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title=" your inner treasure | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spiritual heart</a> as the main player in this non-rational realm of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a>. With its greatly expanded awareness and its concentrated 'psychic' capacities it is the main receiver, like a giant radio telescope listening to and feeling the unfolding of reality all around. This image though implies a separation between the receptor heart and what it receives – but in truth the spiritual heart seems to be one with all of reality, not separate, experiencing everything <em>simultaneously</em>, independently of space and time.</p>
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These powers are extraordinary and fascinating to us but commonplace and normal for yogis, adepts of meditation and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Masters</a>. True masters use these capacities only in their service to humanity and always in harmony with <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/god_the_supreme/gods_will/" title="God's Will | Sri Chinmoy Centre">God's will</a>. And usually discreetly – they do not want disciples who are enchanted by the kindergarten toys of occult and psychic powers but seekers who want enlightenment and <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy">realisation</a>.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<p>Ashrita finds time to break numerous world records, and seems to have a lot of fun in the process.</p>
<p>This post will make you smile:</p>
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<li><a href="http://www.ashrita.com/blog/archive/2007/02/16/the-celebrity-duck">The Celebrity Duck</a></li>
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<h2>The Ways Of Love</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Writing about the tattoos adorning a long dead girl or the life of a cranky uncle may invite the charge of being 'unspiritual' – but spirituality permeates every part of God's lovely world just like the all-pervasive invisibility of air and the elusive intangibility of consciousness, the living stuff of all being. And love – one of the most powerful forces in our universe – although hidden away in the troubled lives of my characters, I saw it there, a tiny furtive thing promising one day to bloom. And it delights me to recall its brief flowering.</p>
<p><img alt="The Tongariro River at Turangi" class="right lazyload" title="The Tongariro River at Turangi – Mt Pihanga in the background" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/tongariro_turangi.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Uncle Dan stopped for gas in Turangi in the winter of 1974, a ten-minute coffee'n pie pick-me-up en route to another intended life, but instead got to talking to a local, sat yarning around a cheap formica cafe table while light snow drifted, heard of a good job, housing included, decided to stay and see. The settlement was surrounded by volcanoes, Pihunga, Kuharua, Kakaramea, all clad higher up in the olive green of virgin forest – tangled, logged over slash, broken logs, regenerating vines and scrub blanketed the lower slopes, then a clear line of demarcation, a sudden wall of tall dark trees where the chainsaws had fallen silent, the remnant canopy reminding of what had once been a glorious abundance. To the east the long mystic spine of the Kaimanawa mountains, alpine ridge tops with their steep scree slides blazing gold when the sun shone.</p>
<p>That day mist hung in a flat long plimsoll line over the world, everything over 1,000 metres lost in a cloying white soup. In a drizzle of slow falling snowflakes Dan drove to the accommodation first, seeing the place where he would spend the next thirty years, die in too, the empty yellow house sitting on one metre piles close to the Tongariro river, a dog kennel and chain out back, dog long gone. A pool of fire blackened stones, fish bones where someone had cooked a trout. Dan liked what he felt here, decided to stay, take the job whatever. Turangi was an electricity town, boomed during the ten years that it took the hydro schemes and spillways to grow, re-jigging landscapes, diverting mountain catchments into twenty miles of concrete flows that ran across a volcanic plateau, bored straight through a mountain range then plunged down into turbines, a man lost for every mile of drilling.</p>
<p>The workers left, the town withered, those remaining too poor to leave – a handful of tourism operators, loggers, trout fishermen, misfits with reason to lay low, Park officials, ski field workers, Maori families that loved the land. He quickly came to love the place too, an affinity too deep for words, the clear green river that sang all night, flowing in long runs down rapids of grey smooth stones or quiet in deep calm pools, soothing, cradling his sleep, touching his heart deeper than words ever could. In April on a still cold night, first snows, you could hear the wild red stags bellow up on Kuharua, a sound that thrilled him, the great beasts high up in the alpine mists and black forest growling and roaring through the night – the primal spirit of wild places and the pathos of a vanishing world.</p>
<p><img alt="Upper Tongariro River" class="right lazyload" title="The upper Tongariro River near it's source" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/tongariro_upper.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Dan befriended a few of the locals, characters in whom he recognised a part of himself, refugees from the urban grind with it's idiot ambitions. Sometimes with his neighbour they'd go up into the mountains before daybreak, sneak across old man Campbell's farm, a shortcut, heart thumping in his chest from exertion, excitement – up through the great podocarps and undercanopy of ferns and dense vines towards the sounds spilling out in the darkness, the stags' guttural moans and rage, the white tines slashing at foliage, shredding an old totara stump, the ancient ritual of procreation. Once the farmer saw them climbing his fences before daybreak, let loose with a double barrel shotgun. Later Dan read about his slow death pinned under a tractor, serve the old geezer right, he thought, remembering buckshot scorching over their heads on that illicit foray, curses ringing in their ears as they fled into the National Park's black wall of trees.</p>
<p>A rich lode of colourful expletives ran through Dan's vocabulary like veins of quartz across an exposed rock face, his opinions shot through with the zig-zag lightning white of his profane, unbridled tongue. But could be a sweet and sentimental old goat at times, as in his unwavering dotage on grandchildren, especially the obese and waspish Dolly whose hormonal disarray caused explosive mood swings that he found endearing, touched his heart. The house shuddered when Dolly visited, floorboards thundering under her elephantine weight, sherry glasses trembling and clinking in the wall cabinet where the grandfather's Waterford crystal blazed. Even the caged, irrepressible yellow songbirds fell silent, as though sensing an impending quake.</p>
<p>Dolly wore a succession of bewildered t-shirts, her favourite emblazoned with 'does anybody know the plot?'. Beneath, an iconic bemused face with interrogative hands upraised. But no one dared suggest an answer. Her own bewilderment at life's inscrutable ways encouraged her to take refuge in a comatose twilight of television and protracted sleep, almost hibernation, waiting for the long winter of her discontent to pass. Which it did not, though her occasional visits to the grandfather helped, and the sherry poured by the grandfather's own trembling hands from the ceremonial Waterford decanter softened her, a sweet marinade that loosened the knot of her heart into an almost tiny smile. Between these two palliatives a distant hope glimmered.</p>
<p>In her mid-teens tattoos began to flower, at first a secret and discreet butterfly concealed on one shoulder then a barbed wire scroll around an ankle. The grandfather loved dark secrets and chuckled, winked his complicity. As rebellion increased, so too the dark pigmented images multiplied, blossomed and sprang on her flesh – a lurid crouching jaguar, a wrap-around Polynesian motif on one entire thigh, the faces of defiant mentors – Che Guevara, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix – on arms and shoulders. Then finally, an all-out declaration of war, a scaly green and red dragon uncoiling up her back, fanged and bloody jaws breathing her own apostate fire, one taloned claw coiled around her pale throat.</p>
<p><img alt="Lower Tongariro River" class="right lazyload" title="The lower Tongariro River above Turangi" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/tongariro_lower.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Her mother visibly shuddered when Dolly flaunted her defiance, once even peeling off a garment at the beach – tiny in-laws, gleeful and shrieking, rushed over to inspect the maquillage of tattooed insects and symbols. The reptilian artwork glared, hateful thigh dark blue with war paint and pigment, an embossed Che Guevara on her arm conniving in the daughter's own revolution. Now in the mother a far-off and sleeping dragon of her own anger stirred – she imagined her writhing offspring manacled to a bed, herself scrubbing off the tapestry of snarls and fangs and tangled wire with an excoriating acid while the daughter howled and wept, an expulsion of demons. Though finally chose silence, sensing hopelessness.</p>
<p>Dolly acquired a car, painted it one afternoon in all the colours of her rage and freedom, reckless daubs of the garish and grotesque, scumbles of red, green, black, yellow, the vehicle transformed into a demented spotted bug that proved an ironic and irresistible magnet to every passing police car. Then drove off one day never to be seen by the mother again.</p>
<p>The grandfather fumbled along, though missed his brooding kin – years slip by, made coherent as his own life plot only by the rivers calm refrain, water become time, time itself as water, each month a bead on the turquoise thread, the balm of flowing green a leitmotif that brought order and continuity to the cyclic blur of seasons, snows, his own emotions, randomness, pointlessness, lovelessness, and not a word from the evanescent Dolly who alone had won his crotchety love. He recalled her huge form, the painted claw on her neck as she swivelled in farewell, the diminutive ruined car with it’s defiant daubs of paint beetling away down a gravel road out of his life forever.</p>
<p>Until one Autumn afternoon, an eternity later, a phone call from a faraway place, fat lady dead, Dolly Carlyle, are you next of kin? What, what, what, oh Jesus he said stupidly. A moment of frozen disbelief, this can’t be happening, then a pain in his heart like a hot needle, something hidden carefully away by masks, habit, cantankerousness, resolve, dissolving into hot tears, floodgates of his walled-up secret heart breaking open. How did you ever find me, he thought to ask, a stupid question out of the wet mask. The tattoos, the voice said, the heart on her right arm, her name on top, yours below, Uncle Dan and phone number etched into the flesh. You must have been really special to her.</p>
<p>Dan took Dolly's odds and ends stacked in boxes in his house and burnt them by the edge of the river, a private ceremony of valediction, final parting of ways. The ashes flew away in the wind, the charred lumps of her things to be borne away by the next high water. The fire-blackened stones would remain and remind for years, but the river won’t mind, thought Dan, for no one loves the river more than I do.</p>
<p>– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Nature of the Supreme</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Spiritual progress is always tested in the proving ground of everyday life and our maturing is always examined there.</p>
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To be peaceful during a deep <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> is one thing, but how peaceful will you be when someone is rude to you? To be filled with loving kindness on a friend’s birthday is fine, but can you still see the divinity in someone who has just stolen your car?</p>
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One of the truly illumining things we can observe in the company of spiritual masters is how they respond to the everyday challenges and problems of life. The passing hours in their company are our schoolroom and each situation with the teacher illustrates an important lesson – how to be happy, or detached, or what is the right conduct or response in a certain situation.</p>
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In my own years with <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, many of the most significant and enduring lessons have been taught in this way. Just as we learn how to be a great tennis player or dancer or writer by observing the best of these in action, so too we learn what enlightenment means by spending time studying the actions and reactions of those who are enlightened. Examples of this with my teacher are countless.</p>
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I remember, in one very random example, in a <a href="https://us.srichinmoyraces.org/events/6-10-day-race" title="Self-Transcendence Six and Ten Day Races | Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, New York, USA">six-day race in New York</a> how one of the competitors endlessly complained about everyone and everything, finding fault everywhere. A foot blister had worsened and become infected and as he found his number two race position slipping back to number five, then sixth, his mood worsened and he demanded stronger and stronger painkillers, then prescription medicines to mask the pain and keep going in the race. At a certain point, when the race officials feared serious injury could result and refused his request for further pain suppressants our competitor became extremely bitter and complaining.</p>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> was consulted and simply said, <em>"The nature of the scorpion is to sting, the nature of the Supreme is to be compassionate."</em> It was a simple thing to say but it put everything into a perspective that carried the calming and soothing feeling that deep truth always brings. Our competitor was caught by the force of his own nature but God’s nature is to be compassionate – and our challenge as spiritual seekers is to respond in this same way. Compassion does not mean excessive leniency or indulgence or weakness – instead it endows us with a sympathetic identification and kindness, and empowers us also with detachment and an understanding of the right thing to do. Compassion lifts us up above ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, ‘good’ and ‘bad’ to the awareness that everything is just <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/god_the_supreme/the_cosmic_game" title="The Cosmic Game | Sri Chinmoy Centre">God’s game</a>, and He is enjoying His own unfolding in every human being.</p>
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So you play your part, and others play theirs, and everything will work out just fine.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Spiritual Masters</a> who have truly <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy">realised God</a> are very rare souls and most human beings will almost certainly never encounter one.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy calf raises 800 lb" title="Sri Chinmoy calf raises 800 lb" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri-chinmoy-calf-raise.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />And if they did, how many would recognise in this encounter a being genuinely immersed in <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a>. For the lives of God-realised souls are characterised by humility and simplicity, not the overt trappings of pomp, power and status that characterise most other forms of human celebrity. There is an illustrative story of an ascetic in search of the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sbb" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a> – he travelled far and wide, at last coming to stay for a night in a house where the Buddha was also staying. “Have you seen the Buddha?” he asked, but unaware of what the Buddha would look like, he continued next day on his way, still searching. In the same way you could pass an enlightened master in the street, but without some training of your own, you would in all probability be unaware of who had just passed you by.</p>
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In late 1989 <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand" title="Sri Chinmoy in New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy was in New Zealand</a> for a few days and one afternoon following a <a href="http://aucklandorgan.org.nz/" title="Auckland Town Hall Organ">pipe organ</a> performance at the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland_Town_Hall" title="Auckland Town Hall – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland Town Hall</a>, at his request we took him to a local gym. In a bright yellow dhoti after his concert he was an unusual figure, a small unassuming Indian man in his early sixties with two or three attendants. Well known for his feats of strength and his advocacy of meditation as a key to transcendence in all areas of accomplishment, in no time he had a small group of weightlifters and bodybuilders around him, keen to ask questions and determine for themselves the authenticity of stories about his achievements.</p>
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<a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> was asked about his lifts and the size of weights involved and he replied with simple candor. As though to dispel any doubts about these claims, he then went to two or three sets of apparatus while his audience closely watched and lifted first a 900 pound stack on the standing calf-raise - even lifting one foot off the platform at the height of the lift - then a very heavy overhead one-arm press. His audience were clearly surprised and impressed and several tried to emulate these feats. His credibility now established to everyone’s satisfaction, Sri Chinmoy then began an impromptu informative talk about the relationship between strength and power, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit – Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre">body and spirit</a>, and ended by saying “I can do nothing, I am nothing without the grace of God, my Beloved Supreme.”</p>
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It was thrilling and moving to see this simple situation being used to bring a new understanding to the people there. With an absolute confidence and an absolute humility he disowned anything of personal accomplishment and credited his achievement entirely to God, inspiring each person there to understand their own unlimited potential when finite matter is harnessed to the infinite possibilities of spirit.</p>
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In their lives, spiritual masters teach others in every little thing they say and do, spreading the light of God and the message of the infinite into the everyday and finite stuff of human life.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Sky is a Storybook</h2><div class="field-item">
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<p><strong>I drowsily slid into the driver's seat of my car for the morning commute to work. Would my thoughts ricochet back to yesterday's day off of work project or just settle into the long commute as a waking up coffee equivalent?</strong></p>
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<p>I knew a book on tape of Tolkien's short stories could entertain me during the next half hour but declined the notion. As I said, my brain was already brimming with stimuli from the prior day. Rather than listening to a new tale, the memory of the fairies from "Smith of Wooten Major" could beguile me once again if need be.</p>
<p>Driving due east, the morning sun was still low in the winter sky - itself also only just risen although seemingly less drowsy than me with its bright glare. Sunglasses donned, my attention soon folded into the horizon before me. The clouds in the sky directly ahead formed such a riveting combination of shapes and styles that I felt as if I was driving into the page of a storybook. The book lay open in invitation framed by the trees on each side of the road.</p>
<p>I think there ought to be a special dictionary for clouds because their variety is stunning and scientific labels like cumulous or cirrus hardly paint the picture in words. The closest I could get to the multi-faceted clouds up ahead was to say it was like a comet trail punctuated by sheep jumping over a fence. Add in several other flourishes of white "paint" in the sky and I decided this was definitely God's abstract art hanging in the sky gallery.</p>
<p>Of course as I drove the horizon ahead changed and the cloud formations shifted slightly. The storybook hue persisted however and I pinched myself to be sure I was driving to work instead of into a fairy tale world.</p>
<p>When I spilled out of the car in the parking lot at work, I marvelled at how I had read a story after all during my commute. The sky was a storybook and the clouds were the starring cast. At my feet on the pavement lay a tiny pinecone beckoning like a jewel dropped from Nature's bountiful storehouse of beauty. I picked it up and looked around to find what tree it played hooky from. Tucked in my pocket, I offered a silent thank you for such an enchanting morning all before my workday had even begun.</p>
<p>Now at work, I exclaim aha! The large tall Spruce tree directly outside my office window is full of tiny pinecones. Question answered. And cloud story remembered until the next time God paints and reads aloud on the canvas of the sky.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2007/01/27/skystorybook">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Swimming Pool Meditation</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
To be living on this earth when a great master lives, breathes, moves amongst us – what an incalculable blessing. We read about the highest of these, the Avatars, but usually their physical absence numbers long centuries, even longer millennia, though their legacy is eternal.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy meditates in a swimming pool" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_pool.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />What did they look like? How would we have felt in their company, how did they live, what really happened in the life of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son" title="The Son – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Christ</a>, the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sbb" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a>, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb" title="The Singer of the Eternal Beyond – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Krishna</a>, the other God-souls who walked this earth so long ago? We don't know. Yet even in our modern world the envoys of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a>, the realised masters, are still here among us, though few and far between and hard to find. Everyday I try to feel gratitude for my own discovery of a true <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual master</a>, a living teacher to help me in my personal spiritual quest. How is it that such an insignificant person was granted such a peerless and generous gift?</p>
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In 1984 – the date is written on the back of a rare photo I have from this time – I was in New York for Sri Chinmoy's 52nd birthday. One very hot and humid afternoon someone told me that our guru was going to bathe in a pool in the back garden of a nearby home – would I like to come? Yes, I would. We arrived as <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> was lowering himself into a small circular pool about four metres across, dressed in shorts and a collared summer shirt, his feet bare. He moved to the centre of the water, only his neck and head visible and then began to meditate. About fifteen of his disciples stood silently around the circular perimeter – we were about to be given a wonderful <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> experience.</p>
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All the sounds of the local streets began to fade, the buzz of cicadas fell silent, cars, people, life's unfolding all receding away. We were standing in a circle of utmost silence as though an invisible curtain had fallen, shielding us from all distraction. Nature itself seemed to be conspiring in this stillness, attentive to some inner reality. A force had come down into this urban garden and we were rooted to the earth, senses suspended – with enormous deliberation and intensity <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> was slowly turning in the pool, fixing on each of us a powerful <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation/concentration" title="Concentration – Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">concentration</a> as though penetrating to some essence of our nature. Eyes barely open, only his head above the water, rotating ever so slowly, he was summoning from a higher, unknown world a spiritual energy so strong that we were transfixed, breathless.</p>
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Ten long minutes passed, many exquisite and slow rotations, the searchlight of our <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spiritual-masters" title="The Role of the Guru – Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Guru's ministrations</a> resting momentarily on each of us. Sometimes his eyes were looking up into some other world then down again at the disciples in the still garden, bringing to our physical plane the bounty of a loftier beyond.</p>
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Then without any word or gesture <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> moved to the edge of the pool, climbed slowly out and left. I remember this experience well because the intensity of such rare moments teaches us things that never fade – a glimpse into a matrix of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> that unifies and sustains all existence, an experience both to aspire to in our own <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation – Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> and against which other inner experiences could be measured. These, too, go to the very heart of the <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/questions_answers/disciple_master" title="The Disciple-Master Relationship – Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Guru-disciple relationship</a> where the bridge between earth and heaven, matter and spirit is crossed – and our very understanding of what it means to be human is forever changed.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>A Divine Phone Call</h2><div class="field-item"><p>The concern of a spiritual Master for their disciples demonstrates an unwavering love and an undying solicitude that itself can be cause for great wonder. I recall Sri Chinmoy demonstrating this some years ago, on one of our Christmas trips to Asia, when in the early hours of the morning he began calling up his disciples in the hotel and singing their names over the telephone – a spontaneous and lovely blessing for the soul.</p>
<p>It was a lovely, gratuitous minute or two, to be woken from sleep – not the sleep only of body and senses but the unawakened state of the soul's long centuries in <em>samsara</em> – and to feel oneself summoned from both states of unmindfulness by the voice of the master was the sweetest thing. Given the quite large number of disciples, there was no certainty that Guru would call you, yet hope ran high nonetheless.</p>
<p>(<em>Guru</em> is a Sanskrit word meaning 'the one who illumines' – although my own Guru, Sri Chinmoy, always tells us that the One who illumines and the only real Guru is God, we refer to Sri Chinmoy as 'Guru'. Among the many wonderful teachers I have met, he is the one who has accepted responsibility for my illumining and I am certainly the one who needs illumining – posthaste!)</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy on the phone..." class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy on the phone..." data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/sri-chinmoy-phone.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />But one night I learnt that, working alphabetically through the name list of those on our trip, Sri Chinmoy had reached the J's – glancing at the same list I saw that I was one of very few 'J' candidates and concluded that my chances of a late night call were very high indeed.</p>
<p>My sources told me that Guru had not always been very pleased at some of the responses he had so far received – unaware that it was the Master himself who was calling, some unfortunates had probably been grumpy at the early morning call and had not exactly been in their most receptive frame of mind. On the 'J' night I prepared myself with a longer than normal evening meditation, inwardly rehearsed what I would say if the phone rang and, finally satisfied that I was in my very best consciousness drifted off into a hopeful, even expectant sleep. I was ready!</p>
<p>At 1:30 am the phone rang – I shot bolt upright in bed, paused briefly to summon my best consciousness, then picked up the phone on the third ring. "Good morning!" I intoned in my most divine voice, "this is Jogyata speaking."</p>
<p>Alas, it was a call from New Zealand! Slightly annoyed by this worldly intrusion I eventually replaced the phone and again went back to sleep. At 3:00am the phone rang again and expecting a follow-up call from New Zealand I took the phone from the side table and was about to mildly rebuke my inconsiderate caller when I paused, just in case, and switched over to a more polite "Good morning this is Jogyata speaking", adding inanely, "how may I help you?"</p>
<p>It was Sri Chinmoy in person! He sang my name to me, a lovely ascending meditative chant and I sat there on the bed, eyes closed, absorbing something quite indescribable, this freely given benediction, marvelling at my sublime good fortune. It was a wonderful and joyful experience, one of those golden moments when the soul is bathed in light – inside me a tiny doorway had been opened and I could feel my soul's delight, a remembering of Self and my eternal existence rekindled by this awakening grace. Then a last quiet incantation, a click and Guru was gone.</p>
<p>I was sure I would easily remember the clear notes and simple melody in the morning and sang the song a few times over to capture it – but in the morning when I again awoke the exact melody was gone.</p>
<p>Two weeks later, now in the 'S's, Sri Chinmoy called my wife Subarata – wisely she afterwards sang the song of her name into a tape recorder while the melody was clear in her mind and even today we can sing her song with fidelity to detail. But the song of Jogyata has now been lost in the mists of time.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/light/a_divine_phone_call">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>An Inspiring Prasad!</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Prasad is normally a food item given by a spiritual master to a disciple or seeker – it has been blessed by the master’s meditation.
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My own teacher <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> often offers prasad, thus nourishing his disciples both spiritually through <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> and physically through food. Prasad can also include a non-food item, as in the following story.
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Some years ago a good friend of mine in New York – his name means ‘unparalleled victor who knows no defeat’ or something very close to this – went through a phase of writing poetry. So much did his muse inspire him that he wrote an entire volume of poems that was subsequently published. One such poem lay in sheet form on his bed one day and Uddipan, a New Zealand disciple who was staying with our mutual friend at this time, found it there, read it out and was very inspired by what he saw.
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This particular poem had much of Sri Chinmoy’s imagery in it and understandably Uddipan thought it was our Guru’s poem, even photo-copying it for the members of his meditation centre. Upon returning to <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a>, Uddipan very nicely re-typed the poem – adding some nice floral flourishes for borders – and the poem, assumed by all to be Guru’s, was given out as prasad.
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An <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Auckland</a> disciple there in Wellington for their meditation evening took the now sanctified poem back to Auckland and similarly inspired, also gave the poem out as ‘prasad’. So our New York friend’s poem found it’s way into the homes and even onto the shrines of many of our members.
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Much to his chagrin, Uddipan one day discovered – again while staying in New York – that the poem was not in fact Guru’s but our seer-poet hosts, too late though to retract the national prasad. Detractors examining the poem in question and noting it’s resemblance to the style and language of our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Guru</a> might hint at plagiarism, but who could entertain such a notion? Surely this is just another triumph of oneness where the disciple has so absorbed the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> of the Master that the exact identity of the author of these poems becomes unclear. Plagiarism? Never!</p>
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<h2>Wrestling In Spaghetti</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<img alt="The Nullarbor" title="The Nullarbor" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/nullarbor.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 1979 my companion <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> and I travelled from Perth in Western Australia to Adelaide in South Australia via circuitous ways and innumerable adventures, eventually settling out near Port Adelaide and the beginnings of another kind of odyssey.</p>
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For it was here we found the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a>. Travelling east from Perth you can cross the endless <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nullarbor_Plain" title="Nullarbor Plain – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Nullarbor Plain</a> by road along the Eyre Highway – a 2,700 km epic – or in leisurely fashion on the Indian Pacific railway, gazing out for two days at the vast, unpopulated desert which features the longest dead straight stretch of rail in the world – 478 kms! So flat you can see the slow curve of the earth's rim.</p>
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But we caught a ride by car on the edge of that red expanse, shared the journey with two strangers who ended up being firm friends and who gave us four months of work in their outback motel, the Quorn Mill Motel on the edge of another wilderness, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flinders_Ranges" title="Flinders Ranges – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Flinders Ranges</a>. Subarata became the new waitress to the tour bus arrivals, I a charlatan wine waiter and handyman and we lived in a caravan parked up in the dusty back yard of the motel.</p>
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Three years in the <a href="http://au.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation_centres/adelaide" title="Adelaide Sri Chinmoy Centre">Adelaide Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> followed, then a 'promotion' – a move to Auckland in New Zealand. There, simple living in a succession of small flats, short-lived jobs, our first years littered with abandoned careers. Subarata was a domestic help, motel cleaner, walker of wealthy people's pets, office temp, puller of staples out of paper with the Archives Division of the Department of Internal Affairs – and fired after only three days for wearing headphones at work, which they felt would interfere with productivity! I an arborist, incompetent night auditor, trainee bus-driver, ice-cream stacker, kitchen hand.</p>
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<img alt="Cleo and Koto" title="Cleo and Koto – two irresistible clowns" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/cleo_koto.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Then we joined forces as a clown duo, Cleo and Koto. I wore a giant pair of polka-dotted pink pantaloons under my clown trousers and Subarata the renegade clown would say a magic word in complicity with the children and my trousers would keep 'falling' down, revealing over and over the spotted outrageous bloomers, much to the mirth of the kids and Koto's dismay. The children howled and shrieked, insatiable for more, almost apoplectic with excitement every time Subarata invoked the magic words and the trousers tumble.</p>
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At one Auckland restaurant where I did children's face painting and animal balloons, the entertainment featured a bizarre <em>piece de resistance</em> – two large women wrestling in a giant vat of spaghetti. It wasn't easy for diners to enjoy their meal with a pair of 200lb behemoths grunting and struggling nearby in a great trough of tomato sauce and spaghetti, and the experiment failed, the restaurant closed and I moved on to a salesman job selling sheet metal. Subarata and I befriended the women wrestlers – Natasha the florid-cheeked former Russian baker and Mel, a bankrupt florist seeking quick money to get ahead. We recognised in each other fellow misfits in that secret society of the disenchanted, the silent fellowship of <em>nous autres</em>.</p>
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One day we decided never to work for anyone else ever again, no matter what happened – our real vocation lay elsewhere and a blossoming sense of our soul’s deeper purpose gripped our life. An inner call had come.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Lonnie Gray</h2><div class="field-item"><blockquote>"Friendship is a supremely beautiful gift that God blessingfully gives to His fond seeker-children." – <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</blockquote>
<p><img alt="Two Daffodils" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/daffodils.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I burnt all my photo albums thirty years ago, a renunciation that left more than a little tinge of lingering regret, but odds and ends still turn up in unexpected places, in the bric-a-brac of a family member's basement or a solitary snap falling out of an old book, falling out of the past. This morning I chanced upon a crumpled old photo of an acquaintance from a long time ago, mythologised in sepia-brown and a whole flood of memories came flying, seeing again, like the light from a far-off star those events from a far-off past.</p>
<p>To say that we remember implies that we might have forgotten, but I have not forgotten Lonnie Gray. Although not in our conscious awareness there is some reality in which everything we have ever seen, done, known, is still there in what we are, a simultaneity in which everything perpetually co-exists. For this reason it's nice to surrender to an impulse of the heart and write a few sentences about Lonnie, who passed away three decades ago, for in this simultaneity we share he too might be touched by this affection from someone from literally another life.</p>
<p>Lonnie was born in 1940, the same year his father perished from machine-gun fire, a rough earth grave in a Polish meadow of war, he the first and last son, misfit scion of the family. His mother, relieved it was all over, marriage and kids, held the wrinkled, bawling pink concoction of flesh and wrappings up at the window, watched the brown flood of the river charging through willows, and this was the first thing he ever saw.</p>
<p>Lonnie might easily have become an alcoholic - through childhood maladies his mother gave him a generous dose of gin as a cure-all – or perhaps too a misfit and introvert, spending a long time as a child wandering alone in the hills enjoying the unconcern of a careless family. But neither came true.</p>
<p><img alt="Back-country farmland" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/back_country.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Smart and adaptable he could do many things, fixed cars, felled bush, cut timber from fallen trees and built log post fences over the scalped hills of New Zealand's back country farms, he black as a witch cat from all the fire charred, holocaust wreckage of forests. His sisters went into law and real estate, but the irresistible currents of another destiny tugged him along and he would not beach as his mother would sometimes lament on those lesser humdrum shores of custom and sobriety, drown his free spirit there worse than gin or river water. Instead, a drifter, fell in love, fostered a no-good, sour wedlock boy-child of his own though Lonnie the father would never see his son outside of that first failed year of bickering, dismal marriage. In the little finally left of love, feeling the burden of his own despondency and not wishing to infect a lamenting spouse with his own cloying melancholy, a hopelessness too deep to shift by her or anyone's endearments, he left abruptly, the last of his good times in an envelope by her bed, plus goodbye note in spidery hand.</p>
<p>Lonnie went north, drawn by instinct and memory to the big empty mountains in the central North Island for solace, lick his wounds, hibernate through this deep winter of his life and some sadness as though at something of himself wrenched away and lost, then at a junction of gravel roads that would each lead to unknown and different experiences, indeed to entirely different endings, low on gas and confronted by certain necessities, sat in his station-wagon for all of ten minutes - east, west, north? – tasted the unbearableness of his freedom and the utter randomness of life that would later seem so liberating, then ducked east until he reached the Whangaehu River, stopping at a country pub and meeting there in the public bar my own erstwhile boss who liked what he saw and right there offered Lonnie work.</p>
<p>So I first met him there at Mangamahu Station, a rough country farm at roads end where we shared a cabin, a bunkhouse lit by candlelight and moonlight, Lonnie telling yarns over billy tea into the long nights, polishing the bolt on his Lee Enfield and linseed oil into the weathered stock, one reliable thing in his makeshift life at least, so he said.</p>
<p>Once, just a kid, mother at the wheel of a rattletrap car, they confronted on a single lane bridge a runaway truck, 1,000 gallons of churning fresh farm milk sloshing in the steel tank, brakes gone on a long down haul of twisting hill roads – the Maori driver made it on to the bridge, needle over ninety, and then had to choose. Just before impact and the certain end of Lonnie's entire family the driver chose the brave hard way, swung fiercely and sent himself and the trailer of milk down 200ft into a rocky creek bed. The water ran pure white for a whole day, a river of milk, before they hauled the wreck out. He remembered it for a long time afterwards, the intensity of a near death, the runaway truck hurtling onto the narrow wood railing bridge with it's steel trailer swinging wildly, the sacrificial face staring at them through the windshield of the huge cab then shouting something, death cry of resolve, decided, swinging away at the last moment and the unbelievable roar of 10 tons of steel and machinery smashing through the bridge sidings and down into the gorge. Then the shattering impact below and the howling truck engine, going on and on as though boring into the earth, relentless and amplified in the rock walls of the ravine, the dying crescendo roar of a giant beast – then sudden silence.</p>
<p><img alt="Old hunters hut" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/old_hut.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Lonnie's mother went to church for a full month after to praise a <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a> she hadn't found too much time for before, gave a big chunk of the weekly welfare cheque to the driver's grieving family, three fatherless kids, trapped in a part-share state house.</p>
<p>How can you ever repay that said Lonnie. But life's ledger balance didn't work like that, a quid pro quo of reckonings, nor his own later sufferings fit into any tidy cosmic scheme of compensation.</p>
<p>Big gaps here open up in what I remember but years later, a husky phone call, remember me?, a late night rendezvous and re-acquaintance with this man I liked. And even more years later I heard of his end, a felon sought by country police half-hearted in pursuit of a character they secretly admired, car conversion, his own station-wagon long gone and Lonnie back to country work in a stolen rig, scrub covering the number plate, far up on a hillside felling trees and a farmhand rides up, cops looking for you Lon, saddles up a horse and puts the Lee Enfield into a scabbard, saddle bag of food and heads up to the back boundary and beyond into history. Rides way back where no one goes. A survey team finds him months later, long dead on the floor of his hut God only knows of what. Under the wool bale sacking of his bunk bed a manuscript, handwritten, story of his life, but no chance of recovering it from the police back then. What ever happened to it? All those stories from a life disappeared. I wish you all happiness and a safe passage on your journey.</p>
<blockquote>"The vine that binds two friends together is adorned with gratitude-heart-blossoms." – <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</blockquote>
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<h2>My Old Man</h2><div class="field-item"><p>At 5am it's pitch black and Uncle Tom, my dad and I – a wide-eyed twelve year old – skirt the perimeter of the airfield under cover of lingering night.</p>
<p><img alt="Warning Sign" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/warning_sign.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Tom's <em>ssshh</em> warnings, finger to his lips, heighten the sense of danger. He wraps his coat around the barbed wire fence to stop a bisection and we crawl through, my father's boot holding down the bottom wire to widen the gap. The red warning flag hangs limply in the dark, the 'No Trespass, Bombing Range, Live Munitions' sign unreadable and ignored. Then single file we go, weaving out across the lupin plains and cratered dunes, forbidden military lands, waiting for dawn and the hunt to begin.</p>
<p>At daybreak the first quail blast out of the lupin on panicked wings and Uncle Tom wheels like a pirouetting matador, a scythe of shot from his twelve gauge scattering among the birds. Twenty metres away and slightly forward, my father takes the edge of the shot in his head – a tiger's paw raked across his scalp, perfect parallel striations, forehead peppered and ballooning out, a pink leaking party balloon, tumbling him backwards into the sand.</p>
<p>Piratical in makeshift bandages, wrapped in Tom's bloodied strips of shirt, he stumbles back the way we came, trailing red splashes a blind hound could follow, headache big enough to curse the moon. Uncle Tom and I listening in retreat for sounds of the approaching jets.</p>
<p>Gunshot and bullet wounds interested the police, so did poaching out on the bombing range, so discreet Dr. Singh is called and quietly does the needful, probing and plucking grey metal from their lodgement up against the skull, chuckling and bobbing his head with pleasure as each piece of mashed shot falls – <em>ting... ting</em> – into the enamel pot. "We'll leave some there for keepsake, too deep in." says Dr Singh and later my sister would count the healed grey lumps in his head, seven in all, while my old man relived the story over. <em>"Careful not to push too hard,"</em> he'd warn, <em>"or I may go all unpredictable with the pain of it!"</em> My sister would push a little harder, carefully, watchful for some change. And suddenly he would roar and gnash his teeth and grab her arm to his mouth, his dentures clacking away in a fury of near misses while she shrieked and flailed her arms and writhed in his lap.</p>
<p><img alt="My parents Noel and Anne Dallas – circa 1945" title="My parents Noel and Anne Dallas – circa 1945" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/noel_anne_dallas.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My fathers hands were scarred – old cancerous lesions, cheese-grater welts, turkey-wattle scars from the war, a white latticework of wounds from that time the home brew in his garage exploded. <em>"God not the brew!"</em> he cried when we heard the boom down in the basement, and he rushed downstairs, more wounded than the shotgun blast, fearing the worst. There we found him, fumbling about and opening up his hands on the glass, living yeast like an alien invasion over everything and us kids licking the frothy beer off the furniture in delight.</p>
<p>At the end he couldn't remember his wife Anne, married fifty years, but the war years were rolling back in his mind and on his midnight stumblings to the bathroom he was weaving down a galleyway on the <a href="http://www.cofepow.org.uk/pages/ships_oranje.htm" title="The Oranje">Oranje</a>, a rough night at sea, the ship with it's groaning wounded soldiers climbing up the sides of huge Atlantic rollers and shuddering down the other side into green troughs, bow embedded in the icy seas and struggling to shake itself free, propellers clear of the water and whining, he waking the house with his nautical cries or back in the sheets sobbing for his lost comrades.</p>
<p><em>"God, Noel, you might have been killed!"</em> my mother cried that time the home brew exploded. Yes, indeed. But he might have preferred it like that, shot through with flying glass from the ruptured vat, a firing squad of yeasty shards tumbling him down into a brown swamp of the failed brew, or out there on the bombing range at dawn with his Winchester and his son, taking his chances, exulting in the tang of cordite and fast quail wings and the euphoria of endless open spaces warm inside him, a bottle of the brew in his carry-all, before a blast of buckshot, two inches lower would do it, brought him down.</p>
<p><img alt="Noel Dallas" title="The last snap ever taken of my father, Noel Dallas" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/noel_dallas.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Better surely than this, forsaken in a state bed, larynx opened up to go the distance, dying slowly of everything – heart, cancer, liver, regret – his seven grey gunshot pellets shining through the pallor, gnarled hands flapping the covers, watching another evening fall, listening for the sounds of a car that might bring his son, waiting tired for the end.</p>
<p>Here's the last snap ever taken of my father. Our fingers are intertwined, a communion much deeper than flesh. He smelt of his forbidden pipe tobacco and fresh hospital soap – and something else. Does remorse have a fragrance? He is looking at my face as though to indelibly remember what might already be lost, for the darkness both of night and mortality pressed heavily. You could feel the oppression of his sadness, picked up through the osmosis of love and clinging like the scent of the hospital soap.</p>
<p>Later driving north and home you pull over onto the curb, face screwed up in your sorrow, a contortionist's weeping mask and stare out at nothing. Then on into the balm of distance, through urban heartlands with their backyards of trash and shame; past billboards of Carribean holidays where pinup girls loll and smile on flawless beaches, past scrap metal yards and junked cars bleeding rust into the lifeless earth, a graveyard with it's wistful rows of faded plastic flowers. Then a bridge over a swollen, braided river and out into countryside and stubbled fields where mallards swoop for grain. And now an oil-slicked marshland where long lines of cormorants stand, black silhouettes against the bright sheen of water. Their wings were outstretched in perfect unison, an avian ballet, craving the consolation of the sun.</p>
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<h2>Childhood Heroes</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Memories from my childhood are generously sprinkled with larger than life characters, heroes who touched and shaped my life in quite enduring ways.</p>
<p><img alt="Horseback" title="Hill-country view from horseback" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/horseback.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My first hero was a quietly spoken farmhand and horseman who spent his short life in back country <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre">New Zealand</a> and I was just a young kid. Alistair took a shine to me and taught me things about horses and how to survive in the hills and how to read animal signs and how to place a bullet from his rifle into a tin can 200 metres away every time you pulled the trigger.</p>
<p>When the first lambs were born every spring, Alistair took me hunting the wild boars that came out of the dark wet forest at night in search of easy prey, and we would ride quietly through the pre-dawn darkness out to his favourite spots. I would hold the reins of the nervous horses and when Alistair's big calibre rifle boomed out you could smell the cordite in the air and I remember being frightened because I had seen the rows of tusks nailed to the shearing shed wall and knew Alistair's stories about every one of these and his numerous brushes with death.</p>
<p>Some times Alistair would yell get up a tree, boy! and I would turn the horses loose and shinny ten feet up a manuka tree while Alistair waded through chest-high fern towards a wounded boar and you could hear the animal snarling and charging the dogs, defiant even in the wretchedness, bloodiness and brutality of it's death. And then the boom from the rifle and I would go down and he would tell me I was a brave kid.</p>
<p>One day Alistair went out without me and that was the last time I saw him alive – when he didn't return a team of silent riders went out looking for him and found him dead under his horse. His mare had slipped and rolled down a steep hillside and he had died during the night. Now, a lifetime later, I can't remember his face but I remember his rough kindness and the tears I shed that day and the smell of his grey wool coat when I sometimes rode behind him, before he trusted me with my own horse.</p>
<p><img class="left lazyload" alt="Rangitikei River" title="The Rangitikei River" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/rangitikei_river.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Later Colin came into my life, a big bear of a man who had recklessly married my sister. Colin was an incurable romantic who loved the wild ways and for a couple of years I followed him around while he looked for precious gemstones in remote mountain places and trapped opossums for their furs and hunted deer for restaurant venison. Colin’s blue eyes held a faraway look – he was always peering into the future and dreaming new dreams, cajoling my sister and I to share his many adventures.</p>
<p>Colin loved the outdoors – we were the first long ago to float down the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rangitikei_River" title="Rangitikei River – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Rangitikei River</a> from it's earliest navigable waters to the nearest road, six days of white water travel down a series of beautiful valleys filled with deer and beech forest, the river tumbling down into vertical walled canyons where great columns of eroded stone – eerie as gargoyles poised to explode from their frozen sleep – towered over dangerous chutes and steep falls where you thought you were going to die.</p>
<p>One winter we climbed onto the tops of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaimanawa_Range" title="Kaimanawa Range – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Kaimanawa Mountains</a>, years before an alpine track was pushed through, and the hike from the valley up to the bushline was sixteen hours of hard ascent through dense forest filled with snow. I can still see Colin, draped in heavy pack and rifle, pushing on through the dark trees as night fell, huge bombs of dislodged snow pelting down from the overhead canopy of trees and him shouting encouragement as the cold bit into our bones, his blue eyes blazing with the light of battle and the intensity of his will.</p>
<p>It was on one such expedition, this time in summer, with our outfit camped on the edge of a wilderness an eight hour hike from the nearest road-end, that Wild Bill Cornelius rode into our lives. Bill was 6ft 4 with unkempt hair down to his waist and a nut-brown face tanned from a lifetime living outdoors. He was almost permanently on board a tall, rangy bay horse and he swept into camp that day with fourteen wild cattle dogs streaming out behind him, the stuff of legends written all over him.</p>
<p><img alt="Kaimanawa Ranges" title="The Kaimanawa Ranges" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/kaimanawa_ranges.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Bill hunted the wild cattle that roamed in the vast, densely forest catchment of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whanganui_River" title="Whanganui River – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Whanganui River</a> and would drive his quarry down river valleys and ridges to holding pens on the edge of this wilderness. His dogs lived exciting and often short lives hounding these angry and very dangerous beasts and most bore scars of battle – his horse too was covered from chest to tail with old silver-grey welts and red new wounds, many from charging through dense vegetation to escape a charging bull.</p>
<p>How Bill rode a horse through those steep and slippery and trackless wastes I could never figure out, but at work at our own grim trade we would sometimes hear Bill's dogs furiously barking miles off in the hazy blue mountains and we would stop to listen to the unfolding saga of the hunt as the sounds of pursuit moved down the valley, and we would marvel at his courage and the hardship of his chosen life.</p>
<p>On the rare occasions Bill shared our lonely camp, we would sit around the fire and I would be silent with wonder at the colourful escapades shared by my older companions.</p>
<p>When I was eleven or twelve, another childhood hero we called Uncle Archie played a big part in our youthful lives. Archie lived in a small village called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turangi" title="Turangi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Turangi</a>, under the shadow of volcanic mountains and alongside the beautiful green <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tongariro_River" title="Tongariro River – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Tongariro River</a> and we often were sent there, a long winding day trip by bus from our saner family home to the south. Archie was outrageously colourful and eccentric, a World War II veteran whose views on life were filled with extraordinary assertions and prejudices.</p>
<p><img alt="Whanganui River" title="The bush-clad Whanganui River" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/whanganui_river.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Archie revelled in adversity and loved to find issues and aggravations to rebel against – like the traffic roundabout that one day was unwisely installed on <em>his</em>, Archie's, street! With us shouting encouragement from the back seat Archie would sometimes drive at the roundabout, foot pressed hard to the pedal, and we would fly directly over this latest affront to Archie's sensibilities, almost airborn, shredding the cosmetic shrubbery placed in the middle and landing on the other side with a bone jarring crunch, every rivet and bolt in the old car groaning as we returned to earth. And us triumphantly whooping and Archie shouting his war-cry expletives.</p>
<p>Archie had smuggled a handy relic from his war years back home in his duffel bag, a huge .45 calibre military handgun, and this treasured piece of antediluvian artillery lay concealed under his bed, appearing only on occasions of drunkenness, provocation or maudlin bouts of World War II reminiscences. On these latter occasions, Archie would lovingly caress the grey barrel of the old colt before a riveted, wide-eyed audience of neighbourhood kids and recount harrowing tales of endless near brushes with death. More was yet to come. The climax of these wondrous occasions was a glimpse of Archie's right leg – two rounds from a German machine gun had left a couple of neat indentations in one side of his calf and larger, jagged exit wounds on the other side. We would crowd around him, gazing at the long ago wounds while Archie for the hundredth time relived those chilling days in a voice dramatic with tension.</p>
<p><img alt="Huka Falls" title="The Huka Falls near Lake Taupo" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/huka_falls.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />As a child I remember him snatching his beloved .45 from it's place of concealment beneath his mattress and discharging five thunderous and randomly placed rounds into the night when a prowler was heard, his voice roaring in the darkness long after the reverberations had died down – <em>"prowl around my house you heathen savages and I'll blast every one of you to Hell!"</em> In my memory I can still hear the boom boom boom cannonade of the heavy colt and Archie's voice, laced with profanity, echoing in the night. And we kids, giggling nervously in the sanctuary of the house while dogs yelped and raced for home, tails between their legs, and lights came on all over the village as Uncle Archie purged the darkness of heathens and savages.</p>
<p>Archie often tested our child's composure with fearful and fictitious challenges, like the time he invited us to join him in paddling over the nearby Huka Falls in his small fishing dingy. This raging, high velocity cataract of green water tumbled down through a steep and terrifying gorge before plunging over a vertical drop into the mesmerisingly beautiful and deadly falls, powerful enough to turn Archie’s dingy into kindling and crush the air out of our lungs like a burst balloon. <em>"By God,"</em> he cried, <em>"we'll ride that wild river at dawn tomorrow and we’ll conquer it together. Who'll join me?"</em> and he glared at us in challenge. I would stare at him, eyes wide and shocked in silent disbelief – my sister who adored Archie would gulp and stare at him then blurt out "I'll come with you Uncle Archie." Archie would gaze at her with pride and pleasure, his delight shining in his eyes, "You'll do," he would say, "You'll do."</p>
<p><img alt="Lake Taupo" title="Lake Taupo on a clear day" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/lake_taupo.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This was Archie's highest accolade. How I longed to hear him say these words to me. A year would pass before I earned this cherished affirmation of my own courage from Archie's lips. One evening, out fishing on Lake Taupo, a sudden squall blew across the great expanse of water. Archie decided to call it quits and pulled lustily on the old Seagull motor to begin the mile ride home across the rising waters. It wouldn't start. Archie gave a mighty heave on the rope, enough to hoist the small motor from its mountings, and unsecured by a safety chain it dropped into the lake and sank 200 feet to the bottom. <em>"Start rowing son,"</em> he roared, <em>"or we'll drown tonight or freeze solid in the wind."</em></p>
<p>For two hours, through frigid winds and rising waves I battled towards the shore, a boy against the storm, my hands blistered and running with blood and shoulders aching from the strain. Watchful and silent, Archie was a dim shape in the rear of the boat as waves smashed over the bow and spray soaked us to our skin. At last in the darkness the keel grated through the surf and onto the shore. Archie stepped triumphantly ashore and tussled my hair and grinned at me. And then he uttered those wonderful words: <em>"You'll do,"</em> he said, <em>"You'll do."</em> My face flushed with pride. I had won Archie's approval and in that moment knew I had crossed some mysterious threshold into manhood.</p>
<p><img alt="Woodhill Forest" title="Woodhill Forest at Muriwai in West Auckland" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/woodhill_forest.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Archie deeply loved his wife and she him, enough to overlook his many bizarre mannerisms. Sometimes when we were away they would sit on the couch together and Archie's head would lie on her shoulder and would sleep. If we returned, Archie's wife would go "sssshhhh" silently, her finger to her lips, for Archie would not want us to see him this way, the fiction he presented of himself to us betrayed in this most vulnerable and trusting and childlike abandonment. When his wife suddenly and mysteriously died, Archie was never the same and often fell into long bouts of inconsolable melancholy, shuffling through their old snaps and albums of their life together and weeping. When Archie cried like that, if my sister was there she would sit on his lap and cry too, and pull all the fingers on his scarred hands, one by one, as though exorcising his sad demons.</p>
<p>These times of sweet affection were the most treasured and happiest of his entire life and the dying and death of his wife the most excruciating, more awful than all of his years on the battlefields of Europe and the pathos and remorse of everything he had seen, been, done. <em>"Never love,"</em> he said to us, <em>"never love, the bitterness of loss is too much for the heart to bear."</em></p>
<p>Where have they gone now, these larger than life characters who populated my childhood? Eventually our lives took a different road, and we would never see them again. But I still remember and often smile. Sometimes even now, caught out in the night forest very late on a wayward run at Muriwai far from anyone, I can feel their spirit with me and Colin saying to me, <em>"You cannot have courage without first having fear. Courage without fear has no meaning."</em> And I can push on through the dark forest on the way back to my car, smiling in my fear.</p>
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<h2>Seize the opportunity</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>by Nishima Knowsley, Auckland</strong></p>
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<p>When it feels right to give something a go – seize the opportunity!</p>
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<p>Helping two of my very special friends in multi-day races have provided some of the highlights of my life. My friends would be running distances ranging from a six day race to the 3100 mile race run - up to 52 days. Being there for a runner 24 hours a day, assisting them with whatever they need to keep them moving around the course is a fantastic experience.</p>
<p>Although I loved helping the runners it never crossed my mind for more than a fleeting second to enter a multi-day race myself - until one day. The 7 Day Race organized by the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team had just been changed to a 6 Day Race to be held in May the following year on Ward Island in New York. When I heard about the race this time something deep, deep inside me said - "You should run it." My mind barked "What!"</p>
<p>I had had enough experience with my mind not to let it have a say, it had never thought a training run for more than 2 miles was necessary. I started training in September with daily runs of an hour and longer runs in the weekend. In February I started apple picking so the training schedule changed from running to apple picking for the next two months. This unorthodox training suited me well. I was on my feet all day not only strengthening my legs but getting an upper body workout as well. The added strength helped later in the race when I combined race walking with running. One of the best training aspects apple picking offered me was that I needed to concentrate 8-10 hours a day on a repetitive activity, perfect preparation for running a 1 mile loop course for 18+ hours a day.</p>
<p>I arrived in New York with not much of a game plan. Other runners were discussing what mileage they would do and different strategies. My strategies were to pray a lot, just keep putting one foot in front of the other, stay in a cheerful frame of mind and a good mileage to aim for seemed to be over 300 miles. Music played a very big part in keeping my mind occupied. <a href="/sri_chinmoy/music_by_sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy's music.">(Sri Chinmoy's music</a> and River Dance worked well.)</p>
<p>With a lot of Grace I had a fantastic race. Despite 5 ½ days of rain I had no blisters, no lingering injuries and stayed happy for all but 1 mile of the race. Someone was looking after me!</p>
<p>When my mind comes up with every excuse under the sun not go to out for a run and I reflect back on the 6 Day Race, I am still amazed that I covered 2 marathons a day for six days. I am very grateful I seized the opportunity offered and went way beyond where my mind thought I could go.</p>
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<h2>Joys of Horsemanship</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Weekends of carefully planned fun – the term ‘joy weekend’ is often optimistically applied – can be unpredictable affairs. Oh dear yes...</p>
<p>Once, filled with a nostalgia for childhood ponies and leaf-lined country lanes, our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres">Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> planned a horse riding venture, no experience necessary. And off we went one perfect Sunday morning, out to the West in our convoy of ageing cars to relive again the joys of those halcyon long ago years, the sweet tang of leather, the joys of horsemanship, a gentle steed carrying us through sunlight dappled forest.</p>
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<p>But on this particular morning, only halfway through our journey, the intended plot began to unravel. One gentle steed took exception to another gentle steed and without any apparent provocation nipped it suddenly in the rump. The victim reared dramatically up, deposited its inexperienced rider into a large path of Scotch thistles then bolted for home. The nipper, sensing retribution, also decided to head back to the stables with or without the co-operation of its rider, and suddenly the morning was losing its romantic appeal. Caught up in the excitement of this sudden turn of events another hitherto docile mount now surged off the narrow trail and thundered into the trees – only twenty metres into the forest a low branch swept its rider to the ground with a bone-jarring thump.</p>
<p><img alt="Hi-yo, Silver, away!" title="Hi-yo, Silver, away!" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/loneranger.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Out of the corner of my eye I could see a new disciple, Keith, sitting on a white mare like a retired cavalry officer, ramrod straight spine, grasping huge handfuls of mane in a desperate attempt to stay on board. “The reins”, someone yelled, “grab the reins and haul back. Take control!” but Keith’s eyes had glazed over in a panic of disbelief, unresponsive and frozen in the saddle. It was his horse, imagining the customary bucket of oats back at the stables that was now fully in control and turned for home, a grim faced Keith bouncing around like a sack of potatoes on its back as it departed down the trail. Everywhere horses were wheeling, snorting, tossing fractious heads like race start at a derby, anxious to run hard. A melee of riderless horses, people shouting.</p>
<p>Eventually though order was restored and we headed back, dislodged riders dusting themselves off and doubling up on the journey home. Back at the stables Keith was crouched over a consoling cup of tea, several runaway horses calmly cropping grass in a nearby paddock and pretending nothing had really happened. “That was fun”, Keith said miserably. But sadly, we never saw him again.</p>
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<p>Andy had a huge and utterly indiscriminate enthusiasm for everything that came his way and would pursue multiple interests with great intensity and excitement – just as quickly his fervour would evaporate and he would turn to other things to consume him, his breathless zeal like a beagle chasing multiple rabbits. Like a boat in fitful winds he would charge forward on a gust of inspiration, then all of a sudden lie becalmed.</p>
<p>Andy flung himself into a multi-level marketing opportunity, a company called Healthwealth whose ambitions and dreams were embodied in the inspirational catchphrase ‘Walk the beaches of the world!’. This is what they promised, this is the freedom you would enjoy if you persevered, the good life lounging on your choice of golden shore – Cancun, Rio, the Bahamas, Riviera? – tanned wrist trailing an ice-cool pina colada while compound interest piled up in your doing-very-nicely bank account. But just as Andy’s zeal had almost catapulted him up to these dizzying heights, celebrity, financial success, ‘diamond’ status - he baled out!</p>
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<img alt="Catamaran" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/catamaran.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />That same day of his sudden defection we hired a catamaran off an Auckland beach from another Healthwealth advocate, a fellow ‘diamond’. From one of the beaches of the world he watched us sail his twin hull beauty across the grey-green chop of the Waitemata Harbour, calling out ‘loser’ to Andy in a voice ringing with disapproval and scorn.</p>
<p>Out on the crests and troughs of sea we celebrated Andy’s different kind of freedom with tight turns, slashing runs downwind with one hull high up out of the water, chancey manoeuvres and gleeful whoopings, driven not by the fickle winds that filled then emptied the sails of Andy’s life but the surging westerlies that roamed across the Pacific, the great winds of the earth’s turnings.</p>
<p>Then went too far. Andy had lashed down the main sheet and we could not spill from the sail the big wind that suddenly charged out of advancing clouds – the catamaran flipped, not sideways but dramatically end to end, the stern suddenly twenty feet up in the air and we tumbling like sky divers into the cold sea.</p>
<p>Weighed down by the heavy fabric of a fully submerged set of sails, the boat could not be righted – we sat on the hull while the falling tide carried us further and further away from land. On dusk a passing trawler spotted us, threw a line, towed us back to shore, the mast beneath banging and bending on reefs and rocks, sails shredding on stalagmites of coral.</p>
<p>Back on shore our Healthwealth man paced and fumed, watched the stricken yacht hauled ashore, jeered at Andy the arch-defector. “You’re insured”, said Andy, “be cool.” “Loser,” he yelled again, more wounded by Andy the failed ‘diamond’ than Andy the lousy sailor. As though doubtful of his own conviction and ambitions, his life somehow exposed. “What’s it like walking the beaches of the world now?” called Andy, making the point.</p>
<p>Out in the bay whitecaps were curling and bouncing, light draining out of the sky like a dark curtain drawn. Wet and sandy, we were shivering with cold as we walked away.</p>
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<h2>My Room</h2><div class="field-item"><p>I love coming home to my room. Everything about it inspires me and reminds me of what is important in my life.</p>
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<p>The pictures on the wall of tranquil horizons looking out across the sea. Aphorisms and poems written by Sri Chinmoy that stir something inside me every time I read them. The photos of my friends and I on joy weekends laughing and sharing loads of joy. In one corner is my meditation area where I light candles and my favourite incense and meditate in the mornings and evenings before I sleep.</p>
<p>My mum once gave me a crystal salt lamp that glows beside my peace lily with three pure white flowers peaking up from the green leaves. In my room I have a glockenspiel and a flute that I play tunes on. After playing for a while I feel like I have been meditating, my mind is calm and quiet and I feel very content.</p>
<p>After a busy day there is nothing better than coming home, putting on some flute music, lighting some incense and having some time just to be. Sometimes, amidst a busy day of doing things, I forget that the whole purpose of it all is to grow into our spirituality. In doing so, we do make spiritual progress, but I like to think that occasionally doing absolutely nothing but finding joy in simply existing is OK as well.</p>
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<h2>A Life-Changing Opportunity</h2><div class="field-item"><p>After attending the meditation classes offered at the Sri Chinmoy Centre and experiencing for myself the lasting peace and inner happiness that was beginning to bloom in my life, I was growing an inner hunger to discover more about spirituality.</p>
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<p>I had developed a deep respect for <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> and his students I had met. Everything they embodied, everything that I heard about Sri Chinmoy, and the books I had read portrayed such vastness, wisdom, purity, and sincerity. I appreciated how open this path was to all religions, cultures and other spiritual paths and teachers. I was very inspired by how active and involved in the world Sri Chinmoy and his students were, undertaking such significant and effective endeavours as the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org">World Harmony Run</a>, <a href="http://www.oneness-heart.org">humanitarian aid</a> programmes, worldwide <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_new_zealand">free meditation classes</a>, <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org">peace concerts</a>, hosting <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/">running events and ultra marathon races</a> - all purely for the selfless purpose of inspiring humanity with a message of transcendence and to spread hope, love and <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/talks/philosophy/power_oneness">oneness</a> for a more harmonious world.</p>
<p>When I was given the opportunity to become a student of Sri Chinmoy and receive personal guidance from such a genuine <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master">spiritual teacher</a> I embraced this whole-heartedly. I was absolutely certain that he had a great deal of wisdom-light and inner guidance to offer me on my life’s journey. At the time I had no idea of the unbelievable fast track having a spiritual teacher could be for my progress towards self discovery and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/samadhi_and_siddhi/the_meaning_of_god_realisation">God-realisation</a>. Now I can see that this one decision in my life has expedited my progress unimaginably and opened up the most self-expanding, meaningful and fulfilling life.</p>
<p>From marathons, meditation retreats, and travelling to New York to visit Sri Chinmoy, singing performances, plays and World Harmony Run experiences, everything we do is motivated from a striving force within to transcend ourselves and become our highest potential. Joy and delight in living is always a priority in our lives. I would love to share a few of my experiences of the fullness and joy of life now that I am a student of Sri Chinmoy’s. I hope you enjoy.</p>
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<h2>Dream Songs</h2>
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<div class="field-item"><p>Spiritual masters communicate with those around them in many secret ways – especially with those that have, or are destined to have, some inner or outer connection with the Master, such as becoming his disciple. In dreams, visitations, meditations, through sudden inspiration or lucid moments when the soul peeps out, this communication occurs, bypassing language and mind.</p>
<p>Even to those slow to comprehend such things – I often count myself here – the evidence of this inner reality mounts up over the years. In 1980, for example, at the very beginning of my journey I sent a grainy photo of my wife and myself – sitting cross-legged in a painful half lotus on a wooden floor – to enquire of Sri Chinmoy whether his spiritual path was meant for us. It was, but I still needed convincing, a laggard mind trailing well behind the front-running soul.</p>
<p>In a rare and subsequent dream one night, he came to me exactly as I would see him later and asked me to sing three songs in Bengali. And in my dream, seated around a long table with forgotten others, I promptly rose and sang these required three songs in this language of which I knew not a single word. In the morning, awakened, I was filled with a strange delight and knew something most significant had taken place, as is usually the case with dreams involving spiritual Masters.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy singing" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy singing while in Bali" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_singing.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Three months passed and now I was in New York, dream long forgotten, seated in a public school auditorium for my first encounter with Sri Chinmoy and an evening of meditation. Later he began teaching songs, inviting us to learn and sing, and I gamely joined in, jotting the words down on a pad and trying to stay in tune.</p>
<p>Then a revelation, the floodgates of memory opening and I was recognising with complete clarity that the three songs I was singing were the three songs I had sung so fearlessly and perfectly in my months-ago dream.</p>
<p>Then more. Filing by with others to accept an item of fruit from the seated teacher, he glanced at me as he placed an orange in my hand and said with a very broad smile “Well?” The reference to the dream and the reappearing songs was unmistakable. Now I was smiling too, smiling at this first glimpse into a new world of mystery, wonder, reassurance and delight.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/dream_songs">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Inner Worlds – Outer Worlds</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
For anyone associating old age with physical decline, 75 year old Indian luminary <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> is a refreshing dose of inspiration. The prolific author, artist, musician and spiritual leader has recently sent the word 'impossibility' into orbit with a number of age-defying feats of strength that have had world strength athletes gasping for superlatives.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy Lifting 740lbs and Wristcurling 256lbs" title="Sri Chinmoy lifting 740lbs and wristcurling 256lbs" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_lifting.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Athletes have long known of the relationship between <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">mind-body-spirit</a> in sporting success – the principle of holistics – and practioners of yoga and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> have for centuries championed this principle as essential to a balanced life and to happiness. Seventy five year old spiritual master <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> has attracted renewed interest and attention in the mind-body connection with several astonishing recent feats of strength, all attributed to the power of prayer and meditation. He hoisted two huge dumbbells weighing 740lbs overhead from their cradle on a custom-built exercise machine, then went on to wrist-curl – 10 times with each arm – a record 256lb dumbbell.</p>
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<em>"Out of all the weightlifters and champion bodybuilders I have seen,"</em> responded weightlifting authority and Mr. Olympia Contest Chairman Wayne DeMilia, <em>"Sri Chinmoy is the only one I have ever seen wrist curl a 200lb. dumbbell."</em></p>
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<strong>Why does Sri Chinmoy bother to lift these super-heavy weights?</strong></p>
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"What I wish to show by these feats of strength is that prayer and meditation can definitely increase one's outer capacities. I hope that by doing this I will be able to inspire many people to pray and meditate sincerely as part of their regular daily routine... The physical body has to become a pure and perfect instrument of the spirit. I am doing these lifts with the physical body, but the strength and power are coming from within – from an inner source."</blockquote>
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In explaining the unlimited potential of each and every human being <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> refers often to an 'inner world' accessible through meditation, where power, cosmic energy and inspiration are concealed. We can draw upon this cosmic energy by entering into our deeper consciousness, the all-pervading consciousness, which is here, there, everywhere. <em>"It is the inmost consciousness that touches the springs of the cosmic energy,"</em> he explains. <em>"If we can have a free access to our inmost consciousness, the cosmic energy is bound to come to the fore. If we go deep within, it comes like a spring, a never-failing spring. And when it comes, it permeates the whole body."</em></p>
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<img alt=" calf and dumbbell weigh the same" title=" calf and dumbbell weigh the same" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/calf_dumbbell.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Regarding his recent weightlifting achievements – dedicated simply to inspiring others – Sri Chinmoy distinguishes between strength, which is finite and limited to the physical realm, and power, which has a higher and deeper source. Strength is an outer achievement, power is an inner achievement. If there is a tug-of-war between strength and power, power will always win, for the source of power is infinitely greater than the physical strength that any human being can have.</p>
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When we use the word 'strength', we usually refer to the physical strength, the vital strength, the mental strength or even we go as far as the inner strength. When we use the word 'power', we indicate a capacity of one's inner being. For power, unlike strength, immediately gives us the feeling of an essential aspect of God. Its home is high, very high, in the loftiest regions of the infinite <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Consciousness</a>."</blockquote>
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The limited mind and body can thus be transcended through prayer and meditation, and what today may seem like miraculous achievements can become everyday realites as we gain access to these higher and deeper capacities inherent in our nature. Sri Chinmoy speaks too of the force of faith, and love of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>, as keys to the inner world and notes, with beautiful simplicity; <em>"Impelled by His strongest compassion, God takes the feeblest man into His omnipotence."</em></p>
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In a lifetime devoted to fostering the spiritual awakening of humanity, Sri Chinmoy encourages a holistic approach to wellbeing, happiness and spiritual progress – exercise brings physical excellence and health to the body-temple; service to others widens our heart and deepens our oneness and compassion; spiritual music and literature nourish and illumine our minds; meditation brings to the fore the peace and happiness of the soul.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy's recent weightlifting achievements encourage us not to grow old, to dare to tackle new challenges, to believe in our own unlimited potential – the fullness of life, he tells us, lies in dreaming and manifesting the impossible dreams.</p>
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"And I tell the citizens of the world only one thing: never give up, never give up! Physical fitness is of paramount importance. There is no age limit when you live in the heart and when you try to be of service, prayerful and soulful service, to God in humanity."</blockquote>
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<h2>Past Lives</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Disciples of various paths and various masters love speculating about past incarnations they have had; and our path and those who follow it are certainly no exception.</p>
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<p>I remember, incidentally, at the Auckland Zoo in 1995, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> giving a spontaneous and wonderfully moving talk before an enchanted audience of about one hundred people, including the delighted head zoo keeper, about the connection between the human world and our distant relatives in the animal world of the zoo.</p>
<p>My good friend <a href="http://prachar.srichinmoycentre.org/main-prachar" title="Prachar's Internet Home | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Prachar</a> a member of the <a href="http://au.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation_centres/canberra" title="Canberra Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, Australia">Sri Chinmoy Centre in Canberra</a> in Australia, owes me an eternal debt of gratitude for some insights he has regarding one of his former incarnations. Once while we were playing tennis together in New York, I loudly commented on my magnanimity in playing with a reincarnated rodent (yes, him!).</p>
<p>This joke was somehow relayed to <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> and after some deliberation this <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Master</a> who can see very clearly back into time corrected my facetious judgement and revealed that, no, in fact Prachar had been... – but wait, I feel I should stop here and not divulge this truly <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0068/1/30/" title="For a very revealing clue, click on this link...">sensational titbit!</a></p>
<p>I too would like to think that I was a great yogi or an emperor or at very least a hugely important political figure in a recent incarnation but sadly I know that this was not the case – at least some of us must have been among the anonymous and nondescript millions who came, saw and did not conquer, leaving this world unknown.</p>
<p>You must read Sri Chinmoy's book <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/death_and_reincarnation" title="Death and Reincarnation – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Death and Reincarnation</a> sometime – compulsory reading for anyone wanting to understand the great 'life / death / more life' conundrum.</p>
<p>My father loved the great outdoors and my soul’s choice of parents indicates a formerly rural, outdoorsy incarnation - on my fifteenth birthday I was given a large birthday package which I mistakenly thought was a cricket bat but which turned out to be a high powered hunting rifle. For the next few years I roamed the mountains near my hometown terrorising my distant relatives in the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0068/1/30/" title="The Animal Kingdom – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">animal kingdom</a> and hunting anything that was marginally edible. I loved riding horses and vast open spaces and solitude – Gosh! I must have been a cowboy!</p>
<p>After my discipleship began, a certain lingering attachment remained in my heart for nature's majestic, uncluttered landscapes and I had to consciously turn away from this nostalgia for another time, another self, another life and refocus on the here and now. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost" title="Robert Frost – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Robert Frost</a>'s lines often echo in my mind: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."</p>
<p>This calls for a short poem of my own!</p>
<h3>PAST LIVES</h3>
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an old shack on the river’s edge<br/>
and the lazy brown hills<br/>
climbing away into pale silhouette<br/>
high blue, faraway.<br/>
And at dusk<br/>
smoke from the fires,<br/>
saddle smells, carbine and cordite<br/>
sweet earth<br/>
and the fragrant wind out of the dark.<br/>
Then the long nights<br/>
strewn with stars,<br/>
almond blossom white and bright<br/>
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Yes, I remember, I remember.<br/>
Ride on ghost cowboy,<br/>
this life ain’t big enough for both of us.</p>
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<p><strong>Before I even arrived in Turkey, I was hearing tales that this country is a veritable shopping mecca. I imagined that the daunting shopping opportunities in Turkey – Istanbul in particular – might be for several reasons.</strong></p>
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<p>First there is its vantage point as the crossroads of two continents, Asia and Europe. Secondly, there is the legacy of the old Silk Road trade route and lastly its geographical supremacy from a nautical perspective bordering the Mediterranean, Black and Aegean Seas.</p>
<p>From the viewpoint of a vistor to the country, perhaps nothing has greater iconic cultural status in Turkey than the Turkish rug. Even though I had images of flying carpets and Arabian nights in my limited sense of Turkish culture and history, I planned at most to buy some small trinkets for co-workers along with a box of Turkish delight that would conjure up images from C.S. Lewis’ story <em>The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.</em> I certainly did not plan to come home with a rug.</p>
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“Where are you from? How long are you visiting here? Would you like me to help show you the Hagia Sophia? Did you know this building dates from…? Would you like to come see my family’s store and have some tea? Would you come put an American quarter on my map that shows where different visitors are from?”</blockquote>
<p>A somewhat seasoned traveller’s perspective held me in good stead while encountering the wandering merchants while seeing the sights of Turkey. During my first two days spent in Istanbul, I quickly acquired my own firsthand lore about rug merchants in particular which was supplemented by advice from other friends sharing our retreat with spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy and his students from many different countries. Two words sum up the advice – buyer beware!</p>
<p>My rule of thumb as an American quickly became that if someone approached you and spoke good English then you knew they were going to invite you to their carpet store if you engaged them in conversation regardless of the initial pretext for chatting. In fact, my experience was that most people did not speak English in Turkey with German being the much more common nationality for tourists. People trying to sell rugs, however, spoke good English.</p>
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<p>We even had the experience of trying to find the Grand Bazaar on foot after leaving the Topkapi Palace and no less than a half-dozen people were telling us (in English) to go in the exact wrong direction to a section of Istanbul where we later discerned these rug merchants were concentrated. We ignored their advice and persevered in the correct direction until we arrived at the Grand Bazaar – yes shopping mecca would not be an understatement for a place that includes thousands of shops and hundreds of streets all interconnected in the heart of Istanbul. Tired after an already long day of touring, we barely did it justice.</p>
<p>Instead, shopping for souvenirs waited until our more leisurely and longer sojourn in Antalya, a seaside town on the Mediterranean – called both the Turkish Riviera and the Turquoise Coast. We soon determined that bargaining is de rigeur and that the people who sit on the front stoop of the stores must be ruthlessly, if politely, ignored or you will be pulled into situations you would rather avoid. While I may be painting a rather dour picture, I can try to balance what I say by praising the many beautiful items in the stores – shawls with nicer designs than I have seen in any other country and a shopkeeper who willingly and affordably custom-sewed an over-the-shoulder small pocketbook with an elephant print that was only featured in a different larger style in existing stock at the store.</p>
<p>And then somehow this jaded and adamently rug avoiding tourist stepped into a Turkish rug shop. How pray tell did this happen? Well one of my travelling companions was considering buying a rug for her mother’s apartment and the store that we became brave enough to walk into turned out to have articles displayed just inside the entry written about this exact rug store owner from the <em>New Yorker</em> magazine as well as <em>National Geographic</em> magazine. Like a fresh drink in the desert, the <a href="http://www.michaelspecter.com/2000/03/the-rug-missionary/">New Yorker article</a> immediately stated that this rug merchant was impeccably honest, hated to bargain and wouldn’t even sell a rug to someone whose energy didn’t resonate with him. The German Shepherd on the doorstep mentioned in the 2000 article was in said spot here now in 2006 as well.</p>
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<p>So we met Mehmet Saggun of the Orient Basar and learned about Turkish rugs and shared information about Sri Chinmoy’s love of tennis with this former regional tennis pro. In retrospect, our meditative approach seemed agreeable to his supposedly reserved demeanor and those of us who purchased a rug even succeeded in bargaining to a lower price – The <em>New Yorker</em> article to the contrary. In my case, I ended up with two small prayer rugs for the price of one that I planned to give as gifts. One had a design that reminded me of Navajo Indian/American Southwest which I knew would look perfect in my parents’ house in Arizona.</p>
<p>I ended up giving the other rug to my neighbor across the street who so expertly watches over my house, starts up my car, etc. during the duration of my long trips. Usually his only desired gift is a box of liquor-filled chocolates. Every other thing I have ever brought him fell flat and he declared that this type of chocolate was the only gift he would ever want. This year, the duty-free shop explained that I could not even bring such a purchase on the plane because it fell under the category of unallowed liquids in carry-on baggage! Arriving home without a box of chocolates, I gingerly listened to my intuition which said to just bring over the rug and ask him if he and his wife honestly liked it. They loved it – as did my parents as well.</p>
<p>I guess it is "not for nothing" that some items garner iconic status. These hand-knotted all-wool rugs were truly beautiful and are perhaps the best-received gifts I have ever offered upon return from my sojourns around the world. For this reason, I am especially grateful to have discovered this merchant dubbed “The Rug Missionary” by Michael Specter in his <em>New Yorker</em> article.</p>
<p>And I close with confession that I also bought a small rug to keep for myself which beautifully adorns the floor of my meditation/shrine room. It is Kurdish and contains a glorious combination of colours – pink, orange, green, red – colours like no other rug in the store that I saw that day.</p>
<p>When you see it you know it. The rug which carries you on a flying journey rich with beauty and satisfaction. A Turkish rug can carry magical beauty. Search carefully and remember that sometimes icons receive their monikers for real reasons and you will treasure them deeply once you wipe away the tarnish of cliché and truism misleading you on their surface.</p>
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<strong>Last day of 2006...</strong></p>
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Nine boys from our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland/" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> are spending a few days away over New Year, an unhurried ramble by car, looping 700 miles around the northern part of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts/" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a>. No maps, no plans, the winds of impulse and whimsy filling our sails. I love landscapes, opt to sit in a back seat exempt from chatter, watch instead the ever new beauty of life unravelling all around. We head north early, over the arched spine of the Harbour Bridge and out through multiplying suburbs, industrial estates, a green field dotted with white cricketers, someone running up to bowl.</p>
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Then slowly for a time through motorway construction, yellow clay scraped bare, black irrigation piping coiled like sleeping anacondas, a tired all night crew flagging us down. Out at last into country, a hawk scrambling up from a roadside mat of fur and bone, calm fields of contoured grasses, yellow bleached under the harsh burning of summer. Squat grey pylons march away across farmlands, raptor shapes, skeletal hanging arms dragging cables across valleys, on down to the coast, the shoreline's musket blaze of scarlet blossoming pohutukawa, coruscations of light through fast-tracking trees, glimpses of shimmering grey-blue sea, the pencil lines of pale islands at furthermost rim of earth. Gumbooted fishermen, redolent of cod and gasoline, fix roadside signs – oysters, scallops, fresh fish, crays, this mornings catch.</p>
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Now at a junction we turn down a dusty gravel road towards the sea, stones pinging off the metal underbellies of the cars. A wide tidal flat, beyond calm sea; swimming and playing for an age in the clear waters. Two hundred metres from shore thousands of black seabirds slash and scavenge, dense-packed over a sea boiling with harried silver fish, shoals herded by the lightning blur of kingfish – in depths of sunlit jade the dark lurking of dolphins. The sea churns in a frenzy of living and dying, the unabating raids of gape-jawed predators tearing through the panicked, huddled shoals.</p>
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At <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dargaville" title="Dargaville – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Dargaville</a>, two hours north, a lunch break in a café then on to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waipoua_Forest" title="Waipoua Forest – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Waipoua Forest</a>, home of the largest kauri remnants, a range of folded mountains where kiwis still thrive. Here a glimpse into a beautiful past. The great tree monarchs seem more of stone than sap and wood, the dark scales of bark with their smooth hammer-like indentations the armour of some prehistoric thing. Two thousand years old. Bashful snaps of tree-hugging, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarzan" title="Tarzan – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Tarzan</a> poses, swinging from vines trailing down from the wide spreading crowns where nests of hanging ferns bunch and thrive.</p>
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A cellphone rings, a voice asks where are you? Danny lost out there on a country road in a big wide valley dotted with Lilliputian cottages and hay barns, crouched over a map spread across the hot car bonnet. Coursing like hares down country lanes till we find him. There he is, lounging beneath the shade of an acorn bough, all around poplars and the grandeur of old kapok trees, drizzle of white fluff like snow banks lining the roads. In an empty nearby paddock an old homestead with rusted roof, open doorways and gaping windows like empty eye sockets, poignant shell of a dead generation, imagining autumn winds howling through. And as always never far away, the jumbled skyline of forested mountains with their variegated greens and deep shadowed valleys while above the wind brushed skeins of summer cirrus.</p>
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Anecdotes too about each of the derelict car wrecks up in the back paddock, wheels gone, hoods up, dissolving into rust and long grass and rain – <em>I can tell you a story about them</em>, he warns, does that, on and on. I'd like to say, they're an awful eyesore Andy, get them to a wrecker but Andy won't pay heed to an upstart city slicker. Then reminiscing about a long-ago cattle muster still seared into memory like a branding iron, herding a half-wild mob out of the steep bluff country and dark forest and the new shepherd's dogs pushing too hard, fifty head of cattle over a cliff in the dark.</p>
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My local knowledge is now encyclopedic – a book maybe? Andy barely notices when I thank him and walk away, he still tugging at sentences, eyes self-absorbed and immersed in the long unfurling of his life.</p>
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Then to wake around 3am, seized by hunger. Pitch black night. Stumbling around, careful not to wake the other's heavy breathing, bemused by the unfamiliar bunkhouse, hands sliding across the walls, searching for things that might give a clue to lights, doors, windows. <a href="http://www.nzbirds.com/birds/ruru.html" title="Ruru, the morepork">Morepork</a> are calling from the invisible folds of hills, rain is thrumming on the sheets of fibrolite roofing, curtains of grey sliding over the dark land. First dawn of the New Year. Across the tops of plum trees, cloud blanketed valleys far away materialize out of night, the slow contours of dark hills against a paling grey sky.</p>
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We sit in plastic chairs on the wooden verandah decking to meditate. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s photo in my much-travelled portable shrine is there before me on the balustrade, a reminder of what for me is ultimately and only real and true, and then, too, of what is not real and not true in the endless verisimilitude of life. Then to sing one song while incoming dawn extinguishes stars, light flowing above the orchards, magpies caroling over in the paddocks and pines. The first day of the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_writings_new_year" title="Sri Chinmoy's Writings On The New Year – a compilation | Sri Chinmoy Centre">New Year</a>, but I make no promises – though hopes still linger. Especially the one that I never forget why I am really here, another that I never break the golden cord that ties me to my teacher. And, though less importantly, the hope to sometimes enjoy (at least a little) playing leading man in the awkward drama-dream of my own life – yes, to be happy!</p>
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Breakfast – another attempt at last night's failed potatoes – a forest run then a cold-water shower. The electricity has gone out during the night when a reveler drove into a power pole. Mid-morning we cross the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hokianga" title="Hokianga – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Hokianga</a> harbour by boat, the receding crest of our wake a white road across a beryl green sea, waves slap-banging on the aluminium hull. Across the wide harbour sun-flooded golden dunes shine wave after wave, banking up 800 ft to a high smooth skyline – far above, cloud wisps hang like condors riding thermals, hovering high up in the blue. Ashore, steep golden sand hills plunge into the sea and we slide down them endlessly on curled boards, the velocity carrying us 30 metres out into the clear tide. Screams of other children skimming out into the harbour's lazy calm.</p>
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I trudge up to the far skyline, a half hour slog, up to a place of beauty and isolation and vistas, feet bare in the warm yellow sand. From a high outpost you look north along 70 miles of shoreline, the deep blue ocean a vast tablecloth rumpled with white borders where slow rollers break. Past here, the winds have scoured the plateau back to bony outcrops, ironpans, strange shapes of sculpted harsh sandstone. Here too, raw and deep ravines, cavernous wounds gouged out of the headlands by something inexplicable, sink holes where you would never be found nor find your way out of if caught, blocks of misshapen sandstone, deformed and malign. An eerie place of troubled landscape, den of spirits.</p>
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From far up on the skyline I see our <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maori_people" title="Maori_people – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Maori</a> boatman returning, a faraway silver dot inching across an emerald meadow, a meteorites white tail across the falling green tide. At last the bow crunching onto the sand. Good natured and with a raft of local jokes, our pilot looks unwell; the last hours of the old year saw much unbridled revelry and the first hours of the new year are exacting their toll.</p>
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Patvakan's car is having problems and in the village of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opononi" title="Opononi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Opononi</a>, we switch from four to three vehicles, abandoning the old Honda in a gravel yard. The kind local dairy owner points to the back of her section for safe keeping – tomorrow we'll be back through.</p>
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And here we split up, myself with two friends one-way, the others turning at a road fork to the north. Four hours down the eastern side of the island we go, through small rural villages where Maori families grow corn and potatoes, trap eels in the creeks, then coastal holiday towns filled with shoppers, jandaled strollers, nut-brown, neat rows of boats in marinas. At last home, glad to be back in my own place.</p>
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Wandering the nooks and crannies and beautiful places of earth is fun, though only offers a brief reprieve from the serious stuff of attaining that other and more fulfilling freedom at the end of all striving. The Greek poet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_P._Cavafy" title="Constantine P. Cavafy – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Cavafy</a> reminds us of this: <em>"No ship exists to take you from yourself."</em> And this from <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Chinmoy's vast anthology of writings</a> and gold nuggets on freedom:</p>
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Disastrous madness.<br/>
Heaven-freedom:<br/>
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God-freedom:<br/>
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<p>We went to a recreation of the American West - a street that was supposed to be like the times of the cowboys in the American West in the 1880's. It was called "Rawhide" and as I looked at the covered wagons and such I wondered if the U.S. is one of the only places with this flavor of history. Maybe also some places in South America and Australia/New Zealand? I mention the latter as I remember reading Shardul's (a student of Sri Chinmoy living in New Zealand) <a href="http://srichinmoycentre.org/Members/shardul/blog/archive/2006/10/12/my-friend-kim">tales of herding cattle in the Australian Outback</a>.</p>
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<p>But the New Year is a time to look forward and I'm here writing about America's past. When I think of the poems and essays by <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> that I have read, one theme which appears again and again is the power of newness and fresh beginnings. I'm glad it is a new year and hope to learn soon Sri Chinmoy's New Year's Message for 2007. Since every day even begins anew, I close with a quote from the book <a href="http://srichinmoylibrary.com/morning-begins">My Morning Begins</a> by Sri Chinmoy:</p>
My morning begins
And I closely listen
To the singing heartbeat
Of my life.
<strong>-Sri Chinmoy</strong>
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<p>We sat down on a bench in the middle of a pedestrian street of shops. Rather exhausted from our whirlwind day of sightseeing in Istanbul, we fought the sleepy lure of the fast approaching dusk. We hadn’t even found the Grand Bazaar yet and knew that the journey back to our hotel on the Asian side was still a ferry ride away</p>
<p>Once the ferry boat deposited us across the Bosphorus, a function in our hotel meeting room punctuated by plays and other performances awaited. We were several hundred together on a chartered group tour that would eventually touch foot in several countries – a journey mostly spiritual in nature comprising Indian spiritual teacher <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> and his students gathered from many corners of the globe.</p>
<p>As we sat catching a second wind, the call to Salaah (Muslim prayer) began to echo through the street amplified by the loudspeaker on the street pole directly nearby. Since my travelling companion was the one with a microphone feature on the video portion of her digital camera, I urged her to hit the video record button to capture a memory of the muezzin’s melodic call.</p>
<p>We first thought of this manner of capturing audio outside a Buddhist temple in Kamakura, Japan. We had just visited the Ofuna temple to the Goddess Kannon and ventured up the steps of an adjoining building to find the source of the chanting and drums that we could hear from outside. After the chanting monks motioned for us to sit in the back during their service, I felt as if my soul was soaring on the wings of the chants the monks sang accompanied by the drone of the drum. Before we departed, we sat outside the temple on a bench, like we were doing now here in Istanbul. As the sound of the chanting continued to the outdoors through the open window above us, she hit the record button on the camera – but for sound not pictures.</p>
<p>Just as the muezzin calls the faithful to bow in prayer, Turkey itself calls the world to receive its rich heritage and culture. In my first visit to this country, I experienced:</p>
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<li><strong>The call of the coast</strong></li>
<li><strong>The call of cuisine</strong></li>
<li><strong>The call of civilization</strong></li>
<li><strong>The call of church/temple/mosque</strong></li>
<li><strong>The call of the crossroads/carpet</strong></li>
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<p>In Turkey for 19 days, I spent 2 ½ days in Istanbul and the remainder on the coast of the Mediterranean in Belek and Antalya.</p>
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<h3>First Port of Call: The Call of the Coast</h3>
<p>Upon arrival by airplane to the European section of Istanbul, we embarked instantly on the predominant mode of Istanbul transportation. Divided by the Bosphorus Strait, Istanbul straddles both Europe and Asia. We had heard that it would take a taxi an hour long ride to reach our hotel on the Asian side by driving through the reputedly congested streets of the city and over the bridge. Thus, we went straight to a ferry stop near the airport and travelled by boat with our luggage and disembarked about a mile from our hotel. In the course of a few short days, we rode ferries several times.</p>
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<p>Invariably, every boat we saw load up and unload was teeming with passengers. Boats were everywhere in the waters as well. I live on the ocean and have visited numerous other destinations with sea ports. Never in my life did I see as many boats and ships as along the coast of Istanbul. In his book <em>Crescent &amp; Star : Turkey Between Two Worlds</em> former New York Times journalist Stephen Kinzer states,</p>
<blockquote>"Ferries cross it and shuttle among its villages a thousand times a day. They and the hundreds of skiffs from which fishermen ply their trade are reminders that a great city depends on this artery for its daily life. It is also the world’s busiest commercial waterway. About one hundred fifty vessels … pass through it each day."</blockquote>
<p>This volume of water traffic adds up to 45,000 ships a year. Photos I took from the ferry as it approached the European side of Istanbul with the imposing skyline of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia include numerous boats of all shapes and sizes.</p>
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<p>A ferry ride in Istanbul included its share of pigeons along the dock being fed bread by a man waiting to travel. Seagulls followed the boat and one time I even saw a dolphin fin crest the wave while looking out the window. Every trip featured the opportunity to buy tea in a small glass cup and some kind of bread that I didn’t recognize as being familiar.</p>
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<h3>Second Port of Call: The Call of the Cuisine</h3>
<p>While I cannot accurately describe the bread for sale on the ferry for you, I did sample a cornucopia of culinary delights while in Turkey. I must admit I was startled to eat some of the best food I have ever tasted while I was in Turkey. The fare seemed to be a blending of the Mediterranean diet with a dash of Middle Eastern and Greek cooking. The buffet at our hotel in Belek was extraordinary. Every morning for breakfast one could break off a chunk of fresh honey from the large honeycomb. Or you could spread some rose petal jam on an infinite variety of breads and pastries – both sweet and savory.</p>
<p>For lunch and dinner you could choose from wonderful soft white cheeses, feta, olives, yogurt and marinated vegetable salads (lots of eggplant, tomato and red and yellow peppers). I usually ate figs and apricots every day. The citrus fruit was picked from trees right on the hotel property and one day the hotel staff motioned to my roommate that she could take one of the lemons just picked and in a carton under the tree. She found that it was the most fragrant lemon she had ever smelled. My version of Turkish cuisine is vegetarian (no meat or fish) and I can only imagine that a country situated on four seas – the Mediterranean, the Sea of Marmara, the Black Sea and the Aegean must also have extraordinarily fresh seafood as well.</p>
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<p>It was only after coming home and pondering that this food matched my experience of French cuisine or bested it that I tried to find out more about the call of Turkish cuisine. It is in fact considered one of the world’s great cuisines – standing head to head with Chinese and French. It appears that two factors influenced its development into a world class status. On the one hand is geography itself. The Anatolia region of Turkey has been referred to as one of the world’s breadbaskets. The climates represented in different sections of the country are ideal for growing wheat, citrus, olives and other crops. Turkey is one of the few countries in the world that grows enough food to feed its own people with extra left for export to other nations. Situated for world trade with the East, the West and Africa, Turkey was also a key part of the Silk Road trade route, including the Spice Road, controlled by the Sultan during the Ottoman Empire.</p>
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<p>Topkapi Palace Photo by Sharani</p>
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<p>The other factor in the greatness of Turkish cuisine is this culture of the Islamic Ottoman Empire. The importance of culinary excellence can be witnessed in the history of cuisine in the Topkapi Palace in Istanbul – residence of the Sultan, the royal family, the harem and thousands upon thousands of residents. Clifford A. Wright, award-winning cookbook author and culinary historian, describes</p>
<blockquote>"It was prescribed in Islam that one of a ruler’s charitable duties was to feed his people. Because of this responsibility elaborate organizations were set up to fulfill the requirements of feeding people. Large kitchens were built in the palaces and public feasts became important. A public feast was a privilege and a duty of the ruler. In Ottoman society the kitchen had a central importance because it was a social institution. The kitchen, on one hand, was central to the ruling classes who had to feed their huge retinues, numbering thousands of people. On the other hand, the kitchen symbolized the bonds of people with the ruler."</blockquote>
<p>By the 1500’s, the Topkapi Palace had ten kitchens and over a thousand cooks. The cuisine that developed was exquisite in its scope and guests at a public feast at the palace would be regaled with a 300 course meal. An afternoon I spent touring the Topkapi Palace resounded in splendor on all levels. We included it in our sightseeing because the guidebooks recommend it but we ended up staying far longer than we imagined because of its magnificence.</p>
<p>Echoes of this grand legacy continue today and the breaking of bread and the supremacy of the kitchen still reigns supreme. Participants in the Turkish portion of the World Harmony Run (a 70+ nation hand-to-hand relay of a flaming torch for harmony originated by Sri Chinmoy) shared that the generosity of Turkish hospitality – especially the food – was unmatched by any other country they visited in Europe.</p>
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<h3>Third Port of Call: The Call of Civilization</h3>
<p>My perspective is that of an American hailing from a nation yet in veritable infancy compared to the grand sweep of history found wherever you cast your glance in Turkey. Eventful markers on Turkey’s historical timeline are measured in thousands of years rather than the American yardstick of hundreds. Touring ancient Roman and Greek ruins such as Perge, Side and Aspendos found me pinching myself for reassurance that I hadn’t gone backwards through a time machine.</p>
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<p>In Perge, located on the Mediterranean coast, relatively intact ruins showed the Roman baths with sections for cold, warm and hot water. In several places, patterned mosaic tile adorned the rocks in a design that could have been mistaken for a current-day tiled home interior. The remains of the road through the center of town had ruts in the rock showing the path of the chariots along the street. One carved rock “sign” in the agora had the symbols which would have denoted a butcher. Other rocks had Greek letters or carved reliefs.</p>
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<p>In the center of town in Antalya surrounded by modern buildings and palm trees, you can visit Hadrian’s Gate. This three arched gate was added to the walls that encircled the city when Emperor Hadrian came to visit in 130 A.D. Old and new commingle with a McDonalds restaurant built adjacent to one part of the city wall just a short walk past Hadrian’s Gate.</p>
<p>Fully prepared for the heady gust of history when I visited destinations such as Paris, China and Japan; the magnitude of cultural and historical heritage to be found in Turkey swept me off my feet with surprise. My schoolbook memories of the world’s great ancient civilizations have admittedly faded but I remember that they certainly didn’t focus on Turkey in our world history lessons. Once returned home, I learned that Greek, Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman Empire currents of world history converge impressively in this country on the cusp of two continents.</p>
<p>It was home to two of the seven ancient wonders of the world – the Temple of Artemis in Ephesus and the King Mausolous' Tomb in Halicarnassus (present-day Bodrum). Turkey vies with Egypt and the Fertile Crescent with evidence pointing to it as a cradle of ancient civilization.</p>
<p>In Central Turkey, a Neolithic settlement was discovered in the 1960’s. It dates from 6,200 B.C. and is said to be the oldest example in the world of a landscape painting on the walls of a Catalhoyuk house. The site is also the largest and most complex of its kind ever found by archaeologists.</p>
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<p>Excavation on the western coast of Turkey identifies Canakkale as the ancient city of Troy where the Trojan War took place. Marc Antony and Cleopatra lived in in Tarsus, Turkey in the 1st century BC. Julius Caesar uttered his famous words, “Veni, Vidi, Vici” in 47 B.C. while in Anatolia. Alexander the Great and Greek rule was followed by the Byzantine Roman Empire and Constantinople (present-day Instanbul) was the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire which lasted for a thousand years. Nomadic peoples from Central Asia began to gain control of parts of Anatolia and the first Christian Crusade was an attempt to stop them from capturing Constantinople. Then a wave of successive invasions and battles eventually led to the Ottoman Empire by 1413 under the Sultan Mehmed. Constantinople, renamed Istanbul, became the capital of the Ottoman empire in 1453. This vast Islamic Empire lasted for 600 years. When about to be completely dismantled after World War I, it became the nation of its present size under the leadership of Ataturk.</p>
<p>Since I have always been fascinated by history, if I didn’t restrain myself I could go on and on. Such is the nature of Turkey’s historical legacy. And I haven’t even begun to extol the extraordinary achievements of the Islamic Ottoman Empire. In case others are not equally captivated by the history of various civilizations centered in Turkey, I will try to restrain my urge to turn this impression of Turkey into one big history lecture. Suffice it to say that Turkey offered endless possibilities to taste first-hand the remnants of these ancient worlds known mostly to the rest of the world only by reading of it in books.</p>
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<h3>Fourth Port of Call: The Call of Church/Temple/Mosque</h3>
<p>Along with an impressive history of ancient civilizations, Turkey is also home to a diverse spiritual and religious history. I’m once again awe-struck when considering some of the ancient temples among the ruins scattered throughout Turkey. Sacred Destination Travel Guide describes ruins in Aphrodisias that progressed through various spiritual identites.</p>
<blockquote>“The site of Aphrodisias has been sacred since as early as 5,800 BC, when Neolithic farmers came here to worship the Mother Goddess of fertility and crops. In Greek times, the site was dedicated to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and fertility. The site was named Aphrodisias during the 2nd century BC and the great Temple of Aphrodite was built in the 1st century AD. The cult of Aphrodite at Aphrodisias was distinctive, reflecting the goddess' ancient origins and commonalities with other Anatolian deities (such as Artemis of Ephesus) while also bringing in familiar Greco-Roman motifs that made her universal.”</blockquote>
<p>Or you can imagine what the Oracle might have decreed through a high priestess at the Temple of Apollo in Didyma? This temple gained importance during the reign of Alexander the Great. Udertaking to build the largest temple in the Greek world, Didyma’s Apollo Temple would probably have become one of the seven wonders instead of the Temple of Artemis if it had been completed. Today only three of the original 122 Ionic columns remain standing. Brace yourself when I add that each column is 6 feet in diameter and 60 feet (6 stories) high. Second only to the Oracle at Delphi, the Temple of Apollo involved ceremonies in which special rites by the priestess preceded the telling of the future by the Oracle.</p>
<p>Turkey also played a pivotal role in the early beginnings of Christianity. Some believe that Mount Ararat in Anatolia is where Noah’s Ark landed. St. Paul was born in Tarsus, Turkey and most of his missionary work and writings were done in Anatolia. St. Peter came to Antioch (present-day Antakya) after Christ’s death and began preaching secretly in a cave. This church inside a cave is called St. Peter’s Grotto and is a modern-day place of pilgrimage for Christians. On a mountain near Ephesus, one finds the House of the Virgin, recognized as a shrine by the Vatican.</p>
<p>St. John brought her here to escape Roman persecution and it is believed this is where her last years were spent. St. John also died in Ephesus at a later date and his grave is also a religious shrine. St. Nicholas (the precursor to the Christian traditions centered around Santa Claus) was also born in Turkey.</p>
<p>With the exceptional modern distinction of being a Muslim country (98% of Turkish citizens are Muslim) that is secular and not governed by fundamentalist Islam, Turkey is also a country of rich Islamic heritage. Especially noteworthy is the shrine and tomb for Rumi, the Sufi mystic and poet who founded the Whirling Dervishes. Located in Konya, it is a site of pilgrimage and a holy city of Islam.</p>
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<p>One finds the most famous mosque in Turkey in the heart of Istanbul – the Blue Mosque. Built in the early 1600’s to rival the nearby Hagia Sophia (originally a Christian church), the mosque receives its name from the tens of thousands of blue tiles with floral and abstract Iznik patterns. The Blue Mosque has six minarets and Mecca had to add one more to its mosque after this occurrence because previously no other mosque but Mecca had as many.</p>
<p>Also very sacred to Islam, the Topkapi Palace contains numerous sacred relics and objects associated with the prophet Muhammad, the founder of Islam.</p>
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<h3>Fifth Port of Call: The Call of the Carpet/Crossroads</h3>
<p>The word crossroads is often used in relation to Turkey. As I read books and studied about the country once I returned home, it alternately mystified and eluded me. My perception is that the country is enigmatic and houses contradictions as easily as its history has encompassed diverse legacies that position it as neither Eastern or Western, but an amalgam of both. Even when in Istanbul, each side seemed to remind me respectively of Europe or Asian countries that I had previously visited. How could one city mirror both so distinctly – and on the respective corresponding side no less?</p>
<p>Turkey was a central part of the Silk Road trade route that linked China to Rome. The sweep of its various empires incorporated diverse cultural influences and Turkey’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs calls its relation to the Mediterranean “the oldest hub of global commerce and exchange.”</p>
<p>It is the only predominantly Muslim nation in the region (sharing borders on the northeast with countries such as Syria, Iraq and Iran) that switched from an Arabic script alphabet to a Latin one, among numerous other more European secular practices instituted by Kemal Ataturk when the modern nation of Turkey was in its infancy in the 1920’s.</p>
<p>It seems that it has adopted the daunting challenge to explore the potential for at least imagining a world that finds the bridge between continents, cultures, religions and heritages. While it has grappled with obstacles and weaknesses (what country hasn’t?), it calls to the world to envision a meeting place where the best that all have to offer can weave an heirloom carpet that demonstrates the sum is greater than the individual threads.</p>
<p>Five times a day devout Muslims heed the call to prayer. In five ways – the call of the coast, the call of cuisine, the call of civilization, the call of church/temple/mosque and the call of the crossroads – Turkey calls to the world’s heart. My first trip to Turkey called to my heart and its cultural and historical riches shimmer with magic. You do not have to retreat into fantasy to find a magic carpet ride of wonder. It resides for real in Turkey. Heed its call and follow the wonder.</p>
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<h3>References</h3>
<p>Books: Eboch, Chris. <em>Turkey</em>. Farmington Hills, MI : Lucent/Gale Publications, 2003.</p>
<p>Kinzer, Stephen. <em>Crescent &amp; Star : Turkey Between Two Worlds</em>. New York : Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2001.</p>
<p>Pamuk, Orhan. <em>Istanbul : Memories and the City</em>. New York : Knopf, 2005.</p>
<p>Roden, Claudia. <em>Arabesque : A Taste of Morocco, Turkey, and Lebanon</em>. New York : Knopf, 2006.</p>
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<p>Willoughby, John. <em>Rhapsody in Blue.</em> <strong>Gourmet</strong> magazine Feb. 2007.</p>
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<h3>Websites Consulted:</h3>
<p>For Cuisine:</p>
<p>Cookbook Author and Culinary Historian <a href="http://www.cliffordawright.com/caw/">Clifford A. Wright's Site</a></p>
<p>For History, Religious Heritage, Cuisine:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.allaboutturkey.com">All About Turkey with Tour Guide Burak Sansal</a></p>
<p>For Cuisine:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.about-turkey.com/">About Turkey</a></p>
<p>For Religious Heritage:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.sacred-destinations.com/">Sacred Destinations Travel Guide</a> "an ecumenical online catalogue of more than 1,200 sacred sites, holy places, pilgrimage destinations, historical religious sites, places of worship, sacred art and religious architecture in 53 countries (and counting) around the world."</p>
<p>More Photos from my trip to Turkey in my <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/sharani/turkey/" target="_blank">Turkish Delight album</a>.</p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2007/02/16/callofturkey">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>From the very moment the monotonous drone of the alarm clock suddenly invades the last scene of my dream and I slowly awake, here forth lies the mighty battle. A battle against my monkey-mind and my lethargy-body to rise at the break of dawn, fuel my soul with my morning meditation and embrace the rising sun with the one thing that brings joy and vigour to every part of my being – running!</p>
<p>I won’t deny that mornings can undoubtedly be a struggle at times and the mere suggestion of getting up any earlier than necessary can seem out of the question. But as the old saying goes, “every treasure is guarded by dragons”, in my opinion these early morning dragons are guarding the most luminous, rewarding and utterly magical treasures ever!</p>
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<p>It is the tranquility and stillness of the world in the early morning that creates the ideal conditions for the most peaceful and fruitful meditations. It is the beauty and energy of the rising sun that radiates new-life-enthusiasm to those who dare to open their eyes. It is the fresh, invigorating <em>prana</em> of the beach and bush on an early morning escape out of the city that gives me a bursting joy and an exuberant gratitude to be alive. Finally, there is something about knowing that the majority of the world is still sleeping while we are out soaking up every bit of positive energy from the world before anyone else even blinks an eyelid.</p>
<p>I often meet with friends, encouraging one another and sharing inspiration for early morning jogs. We head out around 6:30, bounding down the deserted streets, along the waterfront or exploring parks and hidden nooks of Auckland. When I arrive home I feel so eager for the day ahead, full of vitality and with my mind and body surging with positive, illumining energy. My favourite are the “wild west” escapes we make, out of the city. Only thirty minutes drive and we encounter miles of black sand, rugged and untouched coastline with beaches stretching as far as the eye can see. Bush trails, sand dunes and waterfalls a plenty. In the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/main-nz">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> we love these soul-stirring escapades so much it has become a weekly occurrence and any bold soul is welcome to join us on our Sunday morning outings. A meditative stroll through beautiful native bush or soaring through forest trails, wading across streams and ending up at the far end of a deserted beach. With thunderous waves rolling in beside us and not another human in sight, I get the feeling that these mystically beautiful settings are known only to a very lucky few.</p>
<p>After being out in nature some of us are often lured towards the refreshing and uplifting idea of a swim - ocean, stream or waterfall, middle of winter or peak of summer. There is nothing better than a revitalising swim making us feel alive and tingling all over. Times spent amidst such vistas of nature are permanently woven into my consciousness, nourishing every cell. I realise gold nuggets like these are present everywhere in life. It is only a matter of opening my eyes to them and noticing the endless beauty, joy and light that is ceaselessly on offer in this world.</p>
<p>I love the treasures that my mornings can bring. It seems the tougher it is to get out of bed, whether it be tiredness from a late night or the patter of rain outside, the greater the unending rewards are when I conquer these trivia niggles and stand up for what I know gives me so much joy and nourishes my body, mind, heart and soul.</p>
<p><strong>Back to:</strong> <a href="http://preetidutta.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories">My Articles and Stories</a>.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/magicmornings">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Our Centre meditation nights are a highlight in my week, when I always have my best meditations and my aspiration seems to multiply.</p>
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<p>My spiritual family – seventy other members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre in Auckland also join me in our meditation room, which is abundantly decorated with flowers, spiritual books, photos and Sri Chinmoy’s beautiful bird paintings. The incense is wafting through and the room is pin-drop silent. A few of us are reading on cushions while we wait for more to arrive. The singing starts in the next room led by melodies on the harmonium.</p>
<p>As meditation night approaches we all know how sacred a night like this is where the collective aspiration of many people meditating together can attract a lot of grace and can provide the ideal conditions for a great deal of spiritual progress.</p>
<p>Tonight I am reading some questions that people have asked Sri Chinmoy on various topics. I put my book down and head into the next room where the harmonium is being played and songs are being sung. Sri Chinmoy has written thousands of songs both in English and in Bengali. He writes them with so much feeling right from the soul that they have profound depth, embodying the infinite, the eternal, and many secrets of the way forward for spiritual seekers. It is often said that the infinite cannot be expressed in the language of the finite. That there are no words to describe what it is like to experience pure divinity. I think music, the language of the soul, must come closest to capturing it's true essence. Sometimes with the most beautiful, hauntingly soulful songs, without even understanding the literal meaning of the Bengali words, tears can well up in my eyes and I feel deeply moved.</p>
<p>Now with the days events gently erased from our thoughts and the resonance of music inside our hearts, we silently fill the meditation room with intensity and aspiration to go beyond our previous and unveil a little more of our true divinity. We sit in complete silence for some time until the restlessness of the body gives in to the enveloping stillness of the whole room. Soon I am so overwhelmed by how still it feels, with seventy individuals feeling like one, that I sometimes overlook my own breathing and have to remind myself to take a breath. Soaking up the stillness, my whole being seems to go into economy mode, leaving all my energy free to be directed towards meditation.</p>
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<p>Music begins to sound from the speakers. Tonight it is Sri Chinmoy’s piano music playing. My mind initially follows the composer’s movements as this mighty composition travels from the thunderous depths of the keyboard up to the delicate twinkling of the high notes, like little droplets. Evolving into a fullness-medley of sounds, this very unconventional piano playing has the listener sure that Sri Chinmoy must have more than the usual two hands at the time of his performance to possibly create such a masterpiece! The high notes, the low, the thunderous booms and the rolling scales all mix together simultaneously in a miraculously harmonious sound. It is reaching crescendo point and I feel my mind give way to it's overwhelming depth and power, helplessly left silent in the wake of the storm. Too much for my mind to grasp, this music leads me directly into my spiritual heart and into meditation. I get a feeling that only the soul can fully comprehend this language. Every note that is played I feel that it is I who is being played. My heart reverberates and my whole being is entirely claimed by this creation of sound. Down into the depths of the thunderous rumble and up with the delightful tinkling, wherever the music dances, I too, go. No longer is it a combination of notes but one delightful existence. No longer is it music but a reality of it’s own. Heavenly, powerful, captivating and enchanting are the only words that come close to describing such an experience. And just when I think it can’t get any better, emerging from the very depths of the sound… a glimpse of silence.</p>
<p>For some time I sit assimilating the experience I have just lived which will surely be a permanent part of me forever, in some form or another. Possible only in the conditions that our centre meditation nights offer, where collective aspiration and a lot of grace are present, I am filled with gratitude for these opportunities and regard meditation nights as the single most important thing in my life now.</p>
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<p>I run on, faster now. A feeling of gratitude spontaneously fills me, for my life, for simplicity. For this joy I get from running. I increase my pace. Rhythm and momentum have taken over. My legs on automatic pilot stretch out and fly back. Little effort is needed bar my lungs, tested by the cold. An electric current is tormenting through me. Faster I must run to release this energy. Where does it come from? I am flying now. Over the busy bridge I bound, weaving between early morning work goers. Some smile. Some deep in thought. All with their own incentives to be out this chill-bitten morning. My imagination kicks in and I find myself carving down the slopes of the Swiss Alps. It is now snow-dusted trees that I slalom my way through. Or maybe I am running along Muriwhai Beach, into the endless vastness as far as I can see. The waves rolling in beside me&hellip; until I reach the green relief of the mid-city park.</p>
<p>Into the park I bound. Past other runners. We smile a knowing smile. All sharing a common secret &ndash; nothing tops a good run! Down the steps into the forest. My feet instinctively avoid all danger. Lucky &lsquo;cause there is no time for careful consideration. Rocks, tree roots and mud puddles abundantly tempt fate&hellip; not today!</p>
<p>Back onto the street among city life again. It is busier now as the day launches forward. I notice less. My concentration turned inwards. Dynamic energy flowing forth. Again a feeling of gratitude suddenly engulfs me. For my limbs carrying me fast and injury free. For this fantastic feeling I have. Even for the motivation to be out here on this cold morning, away from my warm bed, which nearly won the lethargy battle this morning! Thank God it didn&rsquo;t! Now I feel on top of the world!</p>
<p><em>~ Today will be a great day! ~</em></p>
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<a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland/" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> is hosed in a long building straddling two roads, 65 long paces from the front entrance in bustling <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karangahape_Road" title="Karangahape Road – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Karangahape Road</a> to the rear entrance in a small side street, a favourite locale for film crews shooting commercials and scenes for TV soaps and dramas. Everyone calls Karangahape Road '<a href="http://www.kroad.co.nz/" title="K' Road – Karangahape Road, Auckland">K' Road</a>'. Its a melting pot of cultures – Asian, Polynesian, Indian, Caucasian – and for three nights of each week when it's nightclubs are open all night, it teeters on the roughhouse and seedy. But it's an interesting place – I walked around the other day with my spectators cap on, wrote a few notes to describe it to you...</blockquote>
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<img alt="Baptist Tabernacle Church" class="right lazyload" title="Baptist Tabernacle Church" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/baptist_church.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />You might start at the east end of the road by the Baptist Tabernacle Church with its fluted Byzantine columns, a huge monolith towering over a sludge of irredeemably ugly office blocks. On the courtyard in front of the church a nativity scene gone astray, Joseph's son a bald shop doll swaddled in grey wrappings and lying in the arms of a very unmaternal Mary. Around them three larger than life mannequin shepherds crowd beneath an anachronistic striped umbrella, looking not wise but apprehensive, gazing not at the infant Jesus but out at the street chaos of another age. There is a pathos though that still makes it work – their innocence and vulnerability, and the sense of hopelessness that what they represent could even dent the hard indifference of this banal world. An unholy wind of grime and street flotsam tugging at turbans and robes.</p>
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Past a coffee shop, a bank, then at my local deli I buy two Christmas cards. "What do you want from Santa?" I ask the familiar face at the counter. Flowers she replies. "I'll wish for a big bunch of flowers." Her brother had lived in America and sent her flowers every Christmas, promised he would every year of his life. "When they stopped coming one year I knew he had died even though no one ever told me. I just knew."</p>
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Outside the Third Eye gift store a rumpled man sits on the pavement and sells Nepalese silver, grey faced, a hard life of survival. Inside young people crowd around Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, Indian deities in jade, black teak, brass and stone; around saris, lapis lazuli jewellery and tables of bright clothing shipped from the Orient.</p>
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Strains of music – next door is the K' Road ballroom and couples moving to the excitement of the tango, the men in black, women in colourful satin, high-stepping, bright cheeked, elated by the electric passions and beauty of the dance.</p>
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Adjacent in a new bookshop you pause and browse for a while, sifting through a selection of New Zealand poets. Some very cute stuff. A stanza from <a href="http://www.bookcouncil.org.nz/writers/gloverd.html" title="Denis Glover | New Zealand Book Council">Denis Glover</a>'s <a href="http://www.vaiaata.com/soundfiles/sf_magpies.html" title="'The Magpies' from 'To The Horizon' – by Denis Glover">The Magpies</a> captures your attention:</p>
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A man hovers near the bookshop door, hopeful of compassion, a cup of dull coins, gravel voiced – "Got any loose change bro?" Next door in the Asian food court the sounds of the tango are drowned in the babble of a hundred diners crouched over noodles, curries, Thai dishes. Caramelised brown ducks hang in rows, windows steamed up, stink of food. Outside, you nearly bump into an intellectually handicapped man, a simpleton's vacant grin and florid cheeks, leading a blind man by the arm protectively, himself so helpless in the hard maze of life. They stop to listen to a girl playing a guitar, a <a href="https://myspace.com/bicrunga/" title="Bic Runga | MySpace">Bic Runga</a> song, <em>"Precious, precious thing, you are the thought that makes me sing"</em>, clap their pleasure, the blind man banging his cane tap, tap, tap on the paving stones for encores. She sings sweetly, eyes closed, a private inner audience – and I remember Amit this morning after <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/concentration_meditation_contemplation/meditation/" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> singing me a Hindi song. I had asked him, what does it mean? "If you chant ten million <em>slokas</em> you'll obtain one <em>dhyan</em>. If you do ten million <em>dhyans</em> you'll get one <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/samadhi_and_siddhi/" title=" Samadhi and Siddhi – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">samadhi</a>. But if you sing one song soulfully to God, He will be even more pleased." My <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru/" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">guru</a>, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, would agree. <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a> loves the tender heart of a singer.</p>
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<img alt="K' Road" class="right lazyload" title="... the boutiques and dollar stores; past the bakery ..." data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/k_road.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />At the far end of the road you sit in a café and order a drink, watch the unfolding of the morning. Peering through the clear tea glass that reflects a prismatic world, you see shadowy two-dimensional figures sliding around the side of the glass, veering away into an elliptical world of illusion. And the illusion now of everything accelerating into fast forward, the flow of humanity speeded up, <em>la fourmiliere humaine</em>, the human ant-hill, stick-figures scurrying in quick-time, frenetic, robotic tiny steps. A bus stops, disgorges dozens of human ants, abruptly leaves. Through this looking-glass days pass in moments, shops emptying into night, clouds in bas-relief swollen from reflected city light, yellow against bruised purple of night, fast scudding. And dawn again, suddenly it's flood of light, everything filling up with frenetic ants, clouds racing away to horizons of dawns and dusks, generations passing like seabirds across oceans. And imagining all this here without you, no 'I' left, peering into the void at shadows, the illusions of illusion itself.</p>
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<p>In such a short time and with very little personal effort, I have been so surprised at the effects I have experienced in my practice of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">meditation</a>. Now it has become a part of my life that feeds my <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/meditation/soul">soul</a>, opens my heart and charges me with inner energy and enthusiasm for life.</p>
<p>What makes my heart leap with joy is the intense hunger and yearning I feel to discover the next stage in <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation">meditation</a>. The deeper existence that I know is right there, in front of me. And when I do discover it and experience the most amazing feeling of satisfaction and tranquility, my yearning always continues to move deeper and discover more. It is as though I am enjoying the most beautiful surroundings, yet somehow I know there is more beauty to come, profound beauty that I can not imagine, yet constantly long to find.</p>
<p>This, I can only assume is the nature of the ever-transcending beyond.</p>
<p><em>And this is what makes my heart dance with delight!</em></p>
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My Favourite Times In Sailing
The wind lashes and hurls through the masts
Howling a gentle warning to all brave children of the sea.
Whitewash waves crash against the harbor wall
Standing guard, loyal to the bitter end, in a losing battle.
A shiver down my spine reminds me of how small and vulnerable we are
When we play with the unforgiving power of the ocean.
Like a lion tamer, a single second of disrespect is all it takes.
Yet beyond the cautious thoughts of my mind
I always feel an eagerness to take on the challenge
And surrender to the thrill and excitement of an ocean ride.
These are my favourite times in sailing.
When the cold bites, the rain pelts and the wind whips
But all goes unnoticed in my little world of survival to stay upright.
Gasps of breath between salt spray and fatigue
When I call upon my outer strength
But discover an inner strength.
No longer is it a cut-throat battle of competitor versus competitor
Often driven by pride and ego.
It is now survival
Us versus the elements
Together we are One
Brave children of the sea.
- Alesha Thorpe.
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Just Another Brush Stroke
Travelling along eternity’s path am I
Where boundless joy is forever on offer
The goal of goals ceaselessly beckons
Ever evolving, ever unattainable
Yet sleeplessly irresistible.
There was a time when I lived
Only to reach the Golden Shore
Paradise but a distant destination
Now I see that my goal surrounds me
And heaven is found in every step I take.
What a most wonderful play this life is
And an incredible miracle the human spirit
I never want to reach the end
The journey is my wonderland
Yet the end is all incentive
My heart a magnet towards the goal.
How contrary my reasoning is
Yet somehow I understand
In this masterpiece of God’s creation
Just another brush stroke
On the canvas of existence I am.
- Alesha.
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<p>The grounds of the palace complex were quite beautiful. Courtyards and buildings bedecked in decorative tile created stunning walkways. Residence of the Sultans for four hundred years, at its peak thousands of people lived within its walls.</p>
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<p>I was especially impressed by the treasury section of the vast palace complex. In these halls, I viewed the most extensive and lavish collection of jewels, thrones, Chinese porcelain and jade. There were ornate objects from all corners of the globe - either spoils of war during the Ottoman Empire or gifts to the various Ottoman rulers.</p>
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<p>When I shared with a co-worker about how much I enjoyed the Topkapi Palace, she replied by telling me I should watch the film called <em>Topkapi</em> which was shot on location in Istanbul and at the palace. This film from 42 years ago was a delight to watch on several levels. Firstly, I could ooh and ahh at scenes of Istanbul and the palace that I recognized. Secondly, towards the end of the movie the suspense was riveting. The movie was about an attempt to steal the Sultan's emerald dagger (the emeralds are the size of <strong>golf balls</strong>).</p>
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<p>Peter Ustinov won an Oscar for best supporting actor (he was truly the highlight of the cast) and the heist details were so compelling for that time that the TV series <em>Mission Impossible</em> was modeled after this movie.</p>
<p>Whether or not you have ever been to Istanbul or the Topkapi Palace, be sure to catch this humorous and suspenseful movie.</p>
<p>Related Links:</p>
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topkapi_(film)">More about the film Topkapi</a></p>
<p><a href="https://www.ee.bilkent.edu.tr/~history/topkapi.html">Overview of Topkapi Palace from Bilkent University.</a></p>
<p><a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/sharani/turkey/" target="_blank">My Turkey Trip Nov/Dec 2006 Photos</a></p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2006/12/26/topkapi">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Having a Spiritual Teacher</h2><div class="field-item"><p>When we want to learn a musical instrument we go to a teacher who is accomplished in this field and we take lessons.</p>
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<p>If we wish to become a great sports person we find a coach to train us and advise us on our technique. At school and university we learn from the teachers and lecturers who have already attained the knowledge we are seeking. With anything we want to learn in life it is always beneficial and most advisable to learn from a teacher who has travelled the particular road before us and can help us progress rapidly and surely.</p>
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<p>From centuries gone by, this has also proved true in the spiritual life. When we feel a hunger to dive deep within and discover an existence vast and unlimited. When we are eager to transcend who we are today, get more out of life, and ourselves, and learn to live an aspiring, fulfilling and progressive life it is beneficial to have a spiritual teacher who has travelled the secret ways of life already and can inspire us and guide us to unimaginable heights. There have been many spiritual masters in the world. True, sincere spiritual teachers devote their entire existence to inspiring and serving mankind and the world selflessly.</p>
<p><a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> is one of these people who has an incredibly vast amount of wisdom, inspiration, poise and unconditional love and concern for humanity. He has a deep respect for other spiritual paths and the ancient truths of past great spiritual teachers like <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sbb">The Buddha</a>, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son">The Christ</a>, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb">Lord Krishna</a> and <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/drink-mother-nectar">Sri Ramakrishna</a>. He believes that all spiritual paths, teachers, and religions have one underlying seed from which grows the different branches and flowers on the tree of spirituality. There are many different paths up the same mountain, leading to the same goal and Sri Chinmoy is the first to say that his path is certainly not the only way. For those people who feel he can assist them in their search for true happiness and fulfilment, he will gladly and most compassionately take responsibility for their spiritual progress and guide them along their way.</p>
<p>Being born into a very spiritual family, and growing up in an ashram in India, immersed in the ancient teachings and practice of meditation, Sri Chinmoy had some profound inner experiences and realisations at a very young age. Inspired by an inner calling, at the age of thirty-three he moved to America to share some of the eastern light of spirituality with seeking westerners, who seemed hungry for a new purpose and fulfilment in life. Sri Chinmoy now offers an abundance of teachings, inspiration and inner guidance to thousands of people from different nationalities, backgrounds and walks of life who have found something in Sri Chinmoy's living example and realisation of the truth, that they feel can lead them towards their own self-realisation, illumination and inner freedom.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's path and his own life is the full acceptance of life and the world. Living in the world and bringing meditation and the inner reality into our everyday lives. The inner life and the outer life must go together. Gone are the days when realisation is found only in a Himalayan cave, renouncing the world. Spirituality is very normal. We are all spiritual beings at the heart of our essence and meditation is simply a rediscovery of our inner divinity, unlimited potential and boundless inner poise, happiness and delight... which is nothing other than our own soul, our true existence.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/having-a-spiritual-teacher">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>My Life&#039;s Adventures</h2><div class="field-item"><p>My whole life has been so much fun and I feel very grateful for the opportunities and experiences I have had. Every moment in my life has lead me to where I am right now and there is no other place in the universe I would rather be!</p>
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<p>I grew up in <a href="http://www.aucklandcity.govt.nz/">Auckland</a> with my Mum, Dad and two brothers. We lived in <a href="https://www.saskatoon.ca/">Saskatoon , Canada</a> for three years when I was two but all I can remember about that was the first time I saw snow. My older brother and I woke up really early one morning to a magical white wonderland out our bedroom window. By the time Mum and Dad woke up a few hours later I was blue in the face, still in my pyjamas, lying in the snow carving angel wings with my arms. And loving it! It was so much fun to have an older brother to share adventures with. He is three years older than I am and we were the best of friends when we were young.</p>
<p>My little brother took seven years to join us on earth, but when he was born I thought all my Christmas' had come at once. It was a miracle! One of my doll's had come alive!! I took him to school to show him to everyone. I read him bedtime stories and patted him to sleep every night. I was so proud of him, but I have to say he was an exceptionally cute little kid and hilariously funny. He wouldn't leave the house without one of his many fancy dress costumes on or his captain's hat.</p>
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<p>Our family had a yacht that we would go away on in the school holidays. My grandparents would often accompany us. Poppa taught me how to tie all sorts of knots, and how to find North from the sun. I learnt navigation and how to read a weather map. I loved adventures so my older brother and I would row ashore and find caves and huts. We collected all sorts of strange things that we found and took them back to the boat to create new inventions out of. I always felt seasick on the long voyages so it became my job to be 'captain' for a lot of the sailing. I would sit up on deck with the wind in my face and concentrate on sailing the boat so I didn’t feel sick. Now I think about it, this was actually quite a blessing and was probably the cause of me going further in sailing.</p>
<p>My most favourite memory of these trips was sailing under moonlight on our way to <a href="https://www.greatbarrier.co.nz/">Great Barrier Island</a>. I always liked to sail the boat through the night and let mum and dad have a rest. I would be wrapped up in a blanket sitting on deck with the tiller in hand, watching the sails and the faint outline of land I was heading for on the horizon. The waves lapping against the boat causing a gentle rocking motion. It was so peaceful. I felt as though I was the only one out there, just me and the vast powerful ocean and the beautiful starry sky. The gentle wind always reminded me of a playful little puppy, darting about not really knowing where it was heading. Dad would pop up every now and then from below to check on me, humming quietly to myself. I will always appreciate the trust and respect Dad had in us all, even at such a young age. He always gave us responsibilities and made us feel that we were also very important and could make a difference.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/my_life">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Ever-Transcending Goal</h2><div class="field-item"><p>For as long as I can remember, competing at the Olympics has been a fairytale-dream of mine...</p>
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<p>As far as I could see, way in the distance, glowing on the horizon a Gold medal at the <a href="https://olympics.com/en/">Olympics</a> lay. Nothing beyond this ever entered my mind, but nothing was needed beyond the Olympics because this was the ultimate goal.</p>
<p>When I was 21, the opportunity arose in my sailing career to begin a campaign towards the 2004 Olympics. I still felt like it was a world away and I couldn’t yet see a clear path that would lead me to this world either. However, I focused on smaller goals and on each step of the way – sailing regattas, training, and constantly improving my performance. Without even realising it, my dream was slowly becoming a reality.</p>
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<p>In 2003 our team (two girls and I) won the trials to represent <a href="/nz/sri_chinmoy_centres/lifestyle/resources/new_zealand_facts">New Zealand</a> at the pre-Olympic regatta in Athens, Greece. This was held at the Olympic sailing site a year before the Olympics and is a replica of the real Olympic regatta. We had New Zealand uniforms, coaches, weather analysts and the New Zealand flag painted all over our sails. A real medal ceremony was held at the end of the regatta presenting the winners with gold, silver and bronze medals. Competing at this regatta was an amazing experience. It really brought the Olympics to reality for me.</p>
<p>During this time a feeling occurred to me that I had never encountered before. Now that I had travelled so close to my goal and was standing in arms reach of the Olympics, for the first time ever, I began to see beyond it. Beyond the dream that had shone so enticingly on the horizon all my life. Yet all I saw was a huge, empty void. It gave me a very empty feeling inside. For so many years I had been content with my little world of sailing, study, friends and family. The enchanting dream of the Olympics securely encompassed my life and satisfied my ambitions. It was always a goal fulfilling enough for me to happily point my life-boat towards. Now that it was right in front of me, I started to see how finite it was. I guess I was ready for a greater purpose in life.</p>
<p>One year later I was attending <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/Members/jogyata">Jogyata</a>'s <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_new_zealand">meditation classes</a> at the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland">Sri Chinmoy Centre in Auckland</a>. The first thing that distinctly stood out to me was the mention of the 'ever-transcending goal'. The highest reality in meditation - Self-realisation or <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/samadhi_and_siddhi/the_meaning_of_god_realisation">God-realisation</a>, is always transcending, deeper, higher, increasingly more fulfilling, satisfying, peaceful and blissful. There is no fixed destination to arrive at and wonder ‘Where to from here?’ After hearing this, I knew with meditation I would never have to peer into that gaping empty hole in my life again. I had embarked on a journey that would fulfil me for eternity!</p>
<p>I think the Olympics is an awesome achievement for people in life. I believe goals and ambitions give life it’s fullness and excitement and keep the fragrance of hope alive in humanity. But I guess, at least for me, that without the awareness of our inner reality, our souls purpose on earth, any achievement no matter how great, is going to seem finite and slightly empty. <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation">Meditation</a> awakens us to this awareness of a greater purpose in our lives. It lays a solid foundation for us to build our life-castle on. We may go about the same daily activities, have the same goals and ambitions as before, but with meditation in our lives we have a sense of peace, happiness and contentment inside us. Everything else in life can be put into perspective to bring us pure joy, delight, and progress.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles_stories/ever_transcending_goal">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Captain Ahab Harpoons a White Woman</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
On another occasion I played <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby_Dick" title="Captain Ahab – Moby Dick – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Captain Ahab</a> from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby_Dick" title="Moby Dick – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Moby Dick</a> and all I had to say was, "Ahoy matey! Is that the white whale I've been searching for? Out of my way, woman! I'll harpoon that blubbery fish that took me leg!"</p>
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<img alt="Captain Ahab – had he survived and retired..." title="Captain Ahab – had he survived and retired..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/capta.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I also had to remember to limp – with only one leg Captain Ahab would certainly have had a limp – and deliver my lines with a suitably roguish, nautical accent. Simple enough, surely.</p>
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But when I leapt out from the audience and shouted 'Ahoy matey!' things started to unravel. The combination of limping, feigned piratical accent, remembering to face the audience and use the mike, and remembering my lines proved too overwhelming for my overtaxed and panicked brain and in what I clearly recognised as a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> accent I heard myself say, <em>"Is that the white woman that took me leg? Out of my way, matey, I'll harpoon that blubbery beast that I've been searching for!"</em></p>
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In a fog of despair, dimly I saw play director Sanatan standing off stage, glowering at me and my gaffe, and my confused co-actors, reeling with uncertainty, also looking at me in surprise. The audience, too, were unsure as to the identity of the blubbery white woman I wanted to harpoon and how she had managed to take my leg, but finally things rolled on and I was released out of the play and free to escape, crestfallen but relieved, back to the sanctuary of my seat. Captain Ahab had it easy – losing one's dignity is always much, much worse than merely losing a leg.</p>
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Incidents like this linger in the minds of other play directors too and suddenly you begin to notice that requests for you to perform in their productions are steadily declining. Mercifully too, since treading the boards is hell for a reticent introvert like me.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>A Rare Ten out of Ten</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Over the Northern Hemisphere winters <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> and a number of his fortunate students spend a month or two in warmer parts of the planet.</p>
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<a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/Homagni/"><img alt="Play" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/play.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></a>On these evenings together we often act in spiritual plays, some serious, some light-hearted and humorous, but these have not always been a high-point in my vacations. When I perform my tiny parts I forget lines, flounder in an ocean of anxiety and discover a total incapacity for acting that borders on imbecility. All this of course is good for us because our egos are crushed and we learn humility – especially when night after night ones own idiocy is highlighted further by the contrasting brilliance and competence of so many of one's brother and sister disciples.</p>
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I like the Irish comedian <a href="http://www.dararecords.com/irish_music_artists/hal_roach.html" title="Hal Roach | Dara Records">Hal Roach</a>'s story about somebody who spent weeks rehearsing his part in a play, which consisted of two simple words – 'is it?' For days this actor went around practicing his lines – 'is it? is it? is it? IS it?' to perfection, honing these two all important words into a compelling and dramatic tour de force. Alas on opening night, under the pressure of real public performance, he came out instead with 'IT IS!'</p>
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But enough self-flagellation. One glorious success though was a play I once did with an accomplished actor-friend – lots of dialogue, rehearsals, real acting, and somehow I got through it word perfectly. What made the play a personal triumph though was the fact that my wife <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> and several of her friends were seated front row, huge play-destroying grins on their faces, and I had to grapple desperately with the effect this had of luring me into laughter. Worse, when I glanced at <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>, searching for soulfulness and resolve, he was grinning hugely too, unabashedly in complicity with the girls and enjoying my plight and the unusual spectacle of me in a play with my meticulous friend.</p>
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Somehow grace descended and we pulled it off. But I can still remember Guru's delighted and mischievous smile in this conspiracy of mirth which he and certain members shared and I can quietly appreciate myself and my ten out of ten for thespian fortitude.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Paths to Tranquility</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
I hate yoga. There, I've said it! Believe it or not though, I once taught yoga at an adult education night class in Auckland, a course called 'Paths to Tranquility' which combined yoga, meditation and nutrition.</p>
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<img alt="Path to tranquility" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/path.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In those days I was 15 lbs lighter and could still bend at the waist. My students were mainly overweight housewives who were only interested in yoga – and I was only interested in <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a>. Using my tutorial prerogative and much to the dismay of the housewives, 75% of the course was meditation, 24% was yoga and 1% was nutrition.</p>
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Casually but professionally outfitted in mandatory leotards, t-shirt and bare feet – <em>de rigueur</em> for we yoga teachers – my confidence was only slightly dented by the mirth which my appearance excited in my wife <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a>.</p>
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I did a crash course and had crammed on 'Yoga Made Easy' the week prior to course start, but hopelessly inflexible, had only managed to master 3 of the 30 or so <em>asanas</em> ('postures' to the uninitiated) in my book. To mask this glaring deficiency and to establish my professional credibility early on, I would meticulously demonstrate these three asanas and run through them slowly and patiently with my students at the beginning of each class. These became the basis of my eccentric yoga course and the foundations of Jogyata's Yoga Teachings. Master these, I assured my spellbound and riveted audience, and all the secrets of the East will be revealed!</p>
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When it came to those asanas I couldn't do, I would simply call up a volunteer and then, my own mastery already a given, instruct them on how to adopt the various poses while I cajoled, instructed, prodded and pushed. Little did they know that had I even attempted to touch my toes the sound of tearing flesh and sinews would have sent them fleeing – screaming – from the room. As the weeks wore on my housewife students became increasingly restive and rebellious during the protracted silence of meditation practice and Paths to Tranquility began to take on an uneasy and decidedly un-tranquil air.</p>
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By mutual consent between students and teacher Jogyata's Yoga Teachings never ran into term two – the housewives jumped ship and enrolled in 'Integral Yoga with Alison' on another night.</p>
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Across the city Subarata the bogus chef was conducting a course in <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/vegetarian_diet" title="Vegetarian Diet | Sri Chinmoy Centre">vegetarian cuisine</a> – ovens, real organic food, the works – and desperately trying to remember recipes she had swatted up on earlier in the day. She also had a nutrition component in her course but bypassed this boring topic by handing out mind numbing charts of incomprehensible stats to placate her employers and disguise her own utter lack of interest. Neither of us felt inclined to pursue these careers any further – I became disillusioned with yoga and took up running while Subarata moved into a whole new world of cuisine, the exciting world of takeaways.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Free Champagne</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
I was on the first leg of a homeward journey, New York to Lost Angeles, when this misadventure started.</p>
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We had just reached cruising altitude and I was looking down at a patchwork quilt of brown summer fields and green forests far below, when suddenly our plane banked sharply and we were descending with great rapidity. An air hostess announced that we had encountered a problem which would necessitate our landing at a nearby airfield – her terse voice was a clear indication that something was very wrong! Ominously the pilot had dispensed with any attempts at reassuring pleasantries – from the cockpit only a foreboding silence!</p>
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Concern and speculation ran high and our fear grew when the pilots banked the plane steeply around and down – like a wounded moth fluttering to earth – in an obviously hurried attempt to reach terra firma – fast! We banged down hard and now, in the middle of a deserted runway, we were bundled out of the plane by an urgent crew and by soldiers who swarmed on board and whisked us to a nearby terminal. There we learned that someone had phoned in and announced that there was a 'device' on board – yes, a nasty one. Hour's later, after teams of high-tech security people and excited dogs had combed the aircraft and our luggage had been minutely searched, we were free to resume our journey.</p>
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<img alt="Champagne" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/champagne.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The airline chivalrously offered to accommodate everyone overnight and organise a new flight the next day – of 200 original passengers, only seven or eight declined and opted to fly on. I phoned a friend from the terminal and asked them to try and speak with <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> in regard to my ongoing journey but the minutes ticked away and I was unable to learn of Guru's response in time. So I joined seven other brave souls and we resumed our journey, now in an almost empty plane and with apprehension in our heart. Outnumbered by airline crew we were deluged with consoling food and drinks – and cartloads of free champagne were endlessly wheeled up and down the aisle to assuage our fears.</p>
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Resolutely abstinent, this grim teetotaler was only chanting the Supreme's name and invoking his Guru's protection as the slow and fearful journey unfolded. And I never did find out what Sri Chinmoy's response had been or whether he had ever learned of my unpleasant predicament.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Setting a New World Record (nearly)</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
An Australian student of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> called Prabhir and I once entered into a public race in upstate New York – was it a half-marathon?</p>
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<img alt="Announcer" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/announcer.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I can't remember. We were race-walkers, and after about one hour into our journey, we found ourselves at the very back of the field – everyone had disappeared, including course marshals, cones, all evidence that there even was a race! After some further miles, with no idea where we were, we spotted runners on another road off in the distance, proceeding in quite another direction – so we race-walked down a motorway off-ramp, ran across a freeway, climbed a wall, scrambled down an embankment, cut through some forest and there we were, back with our race!</p>
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Trouble was, we were now unaccountably way up in the top third of the field, on world record time and being loudly cheered by hundreds of people who sensed history was about to be made. We charged the last few miles at a frantic pace in keeping with our new-found celebrity status – but at an opportune moment dived into some roadside trees and skulked there for ten minutes to allow a plausible amount of time to elapse.</p>
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After some of the post-race adulation had dissipated, we quietly melted into the crowd, flagged a ride with a friend and beat an ignominious retreat before the prize-giving could ratify or unmask our adventure. But our brief moment of celebrity was most enjoyable and the one photo I have of that triumph, a moment frozen in time, shows arms flung back in elation, a victor's thrilled smile and the intensity of that exhausting effort etched into every fibre of our being. And is that a slightly guilty look on our faces? But it's nice to break a record or two once in a while.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Trembling Earth</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Last night, 3.05am exactly, a sharp jolt, the great tectonic plates far beneath my pillow adjusting themselves, the earth trembling; here on the Pacific Rim of Fire these mini-quakes are common.</p>
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<em>Unable to sleep, a swirl of memories, scribbling a poem...</em></p>
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EARTHQUAKE</h3>
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<img alt="Edgecombe Earthquake 1987" class="right lazyload" title="Results of the Edgecombe earthquake in 1987" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/earthquake.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />At first it was a laugh<br/>
the vase, trembling<br/>
then tiptoeing across the mantelpiece<br/>
and you caught the tumbling flowers<br/>
just in time<br/>
and that tiny hairline fracture<br/>
in the plaster, roof to floor –<br/>
I dreamed of magma, pouring through<br/>
the cracks, a white-hot underworld and fire.<br/>
We pored over maps, yes the fault-line<br/>
somewhere right beneath,<br/>
imagining the giant plates grinding<br/>
shockwaves tumbling houses,<br/>
fleeing cattle, death<br/>
waiting for the hills to<br/>
undulate like waves<br/>
the jutting prows of continents collide<br/>
and unseen carapace of earth<br/>
cliffs five miles high and right below<br/>
moving, moving, an inch or two<br/>
to change or waste our lives.<br/>
All night long we listened. The radio talked about the Big One, a pulse<br/>
metronomed inside my fingers, counting down.<br/>
The cicadas had fallen silent and the moon<br/>
flared in your witless, reassuring smile.<br/>
I tasted fear, planned my exit<br/>
from the falling shattered walls,<br/>
waited for the dawn.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>My Parents</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Two stories about my parents...</p>
<h4>My Mother</h4>
<p>There is a story of the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sbb" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a> that, when he first attained enlightenment, even the animals and birds of the forest gathered around him, drawn by his radiance and light. Later, the story goes, as he advanced further in his realisation and wandered in the world to serve others, the birds and animals did not notice him anymore – he had gone beyond that initial realisation and now no self was left to be noticed.</p>
<p>As a seeker this simple story inspired me and reminded me to look for saintliness and <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality" title="Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy">spirituality</a> in humility and egolessness rather than in the more overt and obvious manifestations of stature by which we measure others.</p>
<p><img alt="Noel and Anne Dallas" title="My parents, Noel and Anne Dallas" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/noel_anne_dallas2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My memory of my parents, particularly my mother, is coloured by this perception of things – I consider myself fortunate in having charitable, humble, kind-hearted and loving parents who, even now that both have left this world I remember with much admiration and a reciprocating love. Like her life, my mother's departure from this world was gracious and simple and touched by a certain humility, humour and charm.</p>
<p>I remember her last valedictory wave out of the window as I drove away from our last time together, her face at the window by her bedside, hand aloft, goodbye goodbye. At her funeral <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> and I played <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a> singing <em>Phire Chalo</em> and we read passages from <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library – Sri Chinmoy's writings">his writings</a> on the nature of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/death_and_reincarnation" title="Death and Reincarnation | Sri Chinmoy Centre">life and death</a> – and that the secret of life is that there is no death. I remember that there was a certain feeling in my heart, as though I was participating in or glimpsing some event or experience in the inner world to do with the departing soul.</p>
<p>A month later in New York, I was meditating on the benches while Sri Chinmoy played tennis, and then quite suddenly the same feeling came and I knew my mother was there. At that moment Sri Chinmoy stopped playing tennis, walked back to his gazebo and sat down – then called me over. He told me that my mother's soul had visited him on quite a number of occasions – <em>"In fact,"</em> Sri Chinmoy said, <em>"your mother's soul was here just now."</em> I said, "I know Guru, I believe you, just now I really felt she was here." And so Sri Chinmoy confirmed outwardly what I had felt inwardly.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy won my mother's heart years earlier on his first visit to New Zealand, in a flute store in Auckland. I introduced her and said, "Guru this is my mother Anne." Sri Chinmoy stood beside me and put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at her with that exquisite divine smile that only he has and said, <em>"I am so proud of your son."</em> That was how in that simple moment my Guru stole my mother's heart.</p>
<h4>A Handsome Man</h4>
<p>In his last hours at the end of his life, my father lay in a hospital bed, and a very beautiful and powerfully meditative photograph of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> was on an adjoining table. It was a warm afternoon, kids were playing in a park outside. My father's life was ending, theirs were just beginning – their cries and laughter could be heard in the still room. Then a nurse came in and, mistaking Sri Chinmoy's photo for that of my father, commented, "My, but your father was a handsome man when he was younger!" She found Sri Chinmoy in his meditative aspect to be very handsome.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Heart Surgery</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Prior to Shardul's fourth open-heart surgery in Auckland, we were sitting in his hospital room waiting for the pre-surgery procedures to begin.</p>
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<img alt="Shardul luxuriating in hospital after the fact..." title="Shardul luxuriating in hospital after the fact..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/shardul_hospital.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />First up was a legal waiver form to be signed, and when the surgeon asked if we clearly understood the nature of the operation we pretended we thought it was a kidney operation! Shardul said, <em>"You're going to open up the abdominal area and remove my left kidney and inspect the other kidney for damage as well, right?"</em></p>
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The surgeon went pale before our eyes and gaped at us in astonishment. Eventually we started to laugh and she realised we were joking, clucking at us in mock disapproval.</p>
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Shardul looked ridiculously like a plucked chicken in a bathrobe and every time I looked at him I started laughing. He had been shaven for the operation and wore a white surgical gown and a frilly plastic floral cap over his head, vaguely resembling a female impersonator who had been run over by a car.</p>
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Once on a pre-surgical anaesthetic he started to slur his words as well when he spoke and we started giggling like a couple of schoolboys at the ridiculous things he was saying and the comedy of his appearance. Then they wheeled him off and I thought, 'My God, we may never see him again.' I realised then what good friends we were though I knew as well he would be OK because of his connection with <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</p>
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Later I went back to the hospital to check up on him after surgery – he looked ashen and terrible as he slowly fought his way back from the huge trauma of a four hour long operation. Then I understood what a miracle and what a resurrection it really was.</p>
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During the post-op stage we sprinkled copies of Sri Chinmoy's <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/the_wings_of_joy" title="The Wings of Joy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">The Wings of Joy</a> among the medical staff and nurses, and even ran into former Prime Minister <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Lange" title="David Lange – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">David Lange</a>, also in the cardiac unit for some running repairs to his heart. He had endeared himself to us years earlier when, during a chance encounter in 1995, he perfectly recalled the song <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>composed and performed for him during their meeting in 1987, and sang it to us word perfectly.</p>
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Sitting in the hospital room by the window one afternoon I wrote Shardul a poem and put it by his bed as he slept. Somehow it disappeared, probably thrown out by the cleaners, but I recall it close enough to recapture.</p>
<h3>POST-OP</h3>
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<img alt="Post Op – by Nabhiniya" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/lighter/lighter_images/post_op.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Here, calm nurses reign<br/>
and sagacious doctors, majestic in white<br/>
confer and scurry about.<br/>
Green lines track and blip across the screens<br/>
that measure breath, groans, heartbeat,<br/>
evidence of this, your latest resurrection.<br/>
Outside, a pastoral scene<br/>
meadows bursting upwards<br/>
jubilant with spring, seed-heavy,<br/>
fragrant with a million<br/>
scarlet flowers, haven of finches<br/>
and twittering, earth-bound things.<br/>
Your own sap blooms<br/>
through scars and crimson bandages<br/>
and leaking rivulets, missed by errant nurses.<br/>
A clock ticks softly<br/>
reminding us what’s left<br/>
and other certainties of time<br/>
that all must pass this way and be bereft.<br/>
Beyond the window other lives<br/>
unfold in play<br/>
and idle cattle stand<br/>
then nomad clouds, a caravanserai<br/>
in convoy voyage aimlessly across indifferent sky.<br/>
The white sheet immaculate<br/>
hides your grief and wounds.<br/>
A pulse flutters briefly in your neck<br/>
a trapped insect trying to get out.<br/>
You lie, waiting<br/>
inert upon the bed,<br/>
pale Lazarus, companion-friend,<br/>
returning from the dead.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Notes from the Garden City</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Christchurch in winter. Our meditation centre is offering a concert at the Arts Centre and I was here to join in the performances.</p>
<p>With an hour or two to spare, time to wander a little. In the parks and streets some charming things catch your eye. An old man and his dog were performing tricks before delighted children. The dog had a skateboard and upon an imperative from his master would put first two, then four legs on his improbable toy, riding a gauntlet of applause towards his masters welcoming arms. The dog could catch proffered coins, one, two at a time in his mouth, depositing them delicately into a black felt hat. Click, click, the coins rattled against white teeth – high in the air the old dog jumped to fetch their keep.</p>
<p>Across in a nearby square a large Maori man in a wheelchair was playing a guitar and singing a romantic lament. <em>'Why, why, why Delilah?'</em> he sang, but Delilah would not be charmed by this particular suitor – one leg ended at the knee, a polished metal stump, the remaining diabetic limb a swollen festive red and also destined for the surgeons knife. But his buskers hat was filling with yellow coins and the compassion of the audience would more than compensate for the unattainable Delilah.</p>
<blockquote>"God will make you one with Him if you know the meaning of silence."</blockquote>
<p>Such a bright afternoon. A watery sun cast long cold shadows over the bustle of market stalls, hot food caravans, tables of lunchtime diners. Rapacious pigeons strutted among the tables and furled umbrellas, feasting unmolested on scraps. The stalls were labyrinthine, a maze of charming things – translucent turquoise pendants carved from mountain jade; fossilised woods, the relics of ancient forests, sculpted into prancing horses and dolphins and secret miniature chests; musical boxes that tinkled merrily when you clapped your hands; beeswax for cracked feet; booths of strange, aromatic potions and remedies; sweet sounding wind-chimes tumbling down from archways; handspun woolen jumpers redolent of the high damp hills. Fortune-tellers and tarot readers plucked your sleeve as you wandered by but no time now to peer into the future, the present is beckoning and the concert hour draws you near. In the evening after the concert so many stories of the path...</p>
<blockquote>"The flower of the life-tree is wisdom. The fruit of the life-tree is peace."</blockquote>
<p>Anurakta, spiritual brother and weekend host, lives alone in a first-storey room. Several natural hazards guard the entry to his flat. First a watercourse – a burst pipe has flooded his entrance, an accidental moat – you leap across deep pools, balance on little islands of gravel before leaping to the next – sodden socks and shoes will punish an errant step. Now you must navigate a perilous outdoor stairway, a decaying wooden structure that takes you to his first floor door. Careful! Near the top a section is missing, a yawning hole to the roof below – you grab the wobbly handrail and haul yourself over vistas of rusting tin. You enter, heart pounding, but yet a further trial confronts you. Now you have to walk the plank, literally! Here a five metre long narrow piece of timber that joins two unfinished sections of his flat. Below you a gaping, lunatic stairwell, the work of a demented carpenter. On a dark and awful night you might step into the brackish moat, miss your footing on the ruined stairs and plunge to the roof below, then step off the plank in some hellish finale.</p>
<blockquote>"Use your heart and you will see God in all human beings."</blockquote>
<p>Evening comes, the horizon a vivid apricot fading up into shades of blue, a deepening indigo. Nature's castaways had reclaimed the empty spaces. A malnourished cat crossed the square, furtive, glancing back from table legs and random shrubbery as though in dread of some invisible pursuit – indolent with satiety, emboldened by numbers, the languid pigeons watched from tabletops, too full to fly. Bereft of his jolly masks and masquerades the old man sat alone on a park bench. A plot of fenced new grass surrounded him, and orange tape warned off birds and trespassers, but he was exempt from all censure, an old performer at the end of his days. Exhausted by the antics of his trade he sat on the green bench, half toppled over like a falling tree, his black coat riding up against the backrest. His head lolled sideways, tucked under the trapped coat like a bird with its head beneath its wing. Gravity, age, weariness had descended. His grey-muzzled companion lay a short distance away, spread-eagled without care on the soft grass, a wind-up toy suddenly expired. The little dog twitched in his dreams, reliving his pavement rides or dreading the encores, the insatiable clamors for more. Delilah's would-be paramour had also disappeared and the courtyard had emptied of diners and strolling sweethearts. Life had drained out of the square like a receding tide, only silence and the cold grey flagstones remained. Tell us more stories, more stories of the Path...</p>
<blockquote>"Every action of ours should be to please God and not to gain applause. Our actions are too secret and sacred to display before others. They are meant for our own progress, achievement and realisation."</blockquote>
<p>I return to Auckland on an early flight. Below, dark mountains are mantled in snow. In the deep alpine valleys a pre-dawn mist was everywhere gathering like an assembling army, silent and predatory, advancing slowly up the side catchments and creek beds and blanketing the lower mountains from sight – in it's vanguard frail probing fingers of translucent white were sliding up the gullies and searching across the shallow depressions of rock, summoning the white blanket of fog that finally assailed even the higher peaks in an all-enveloping cloying soup. Through my plane window a sudden glimpse of a pale quarter moon riding fast dark clouds. Below on the mountains, escarpments of ice winked pale moonlight, a gleam of yellow, then gone.</p>
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<blockquote>"Obstructions loom large within and without. Nevertheless, like a kite I shall rise without fail against the wind."</blockquote>
<p><em>All quotes on this page are by <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</em></p>
<p>– Jogyata.</p>
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<p>Now squeals of joy from the children as we tear off chunks of fragrant brown bread and white cheese, devour fresh mandarins brimming with sweet juices from the orchards of <a href="http://www.kerikeri.co.nz/" title="Kerikeri">Kerikeri</a>. Dozing on the beach I am set upon and buried in the golden sand then decorated – only my face visible – with starfish, seashells, sea scraps dumped by the last tide. My poor head, burning in the sun. Then someone shouted "look, look", and out there, a stones throw from the shore, the black shapes of dolphins moving in the sea. And we all rush out into the waves, wanting to befriend our new arrivals. And sad when they eventually move away.</p>
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<h3>CHILD-SWEET</h3>
<p>Your love prised me open like a clam<br/>
numb heart<br/>
opened to an oyster pearl<br/>
of giggling joy<br/>
nose twister<br/>
bouncing on my poor chest<br/>
like a mad puppy<br/>
growling in my ear<br/>
tiny hands pushing flesh<br/>
into a dozen pleasing shapes<br/>
putty face stretched into a<br/>
samurai, frog and monster.<br/>
And now you deck me out<br/>
in nature's finery,<br/>
a beached, snoring Neptune<br/>
bejeweled with flotsam from the sea–<br/>
cat's eyes and kelp, pale sea lettuce<br/>
bleached herring bones and<br/>
coral shards for teeth.<br/>
Aroused from my mock sleep<br/>
I rear up, roaring<br/>
and you rush into the sanctuary of sea<br/>
shrieking from this monster you've created.<br/>
Under a warm sky<br/>
I cast off clinging robes of kelp<br/>
spit sand and guard<br/>
your playing in the tide.<br/>
Child-sweet, brief thing of flesh<br/>
I guard your playing in the sea<br/>
with my own quiet eyes<br/>
of love.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<p><img alt="Open fire" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/bonfire.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Shardul's horse stories have unleashed an avalanche of equestrian memories from my own past, and time spent 'in the saddle' in back country <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre">New Zealand</a>. Most are connected to those hunting and safari guide days that are best forgotten and un-retrieved – who wants to peer back into those early chapters of our lives and shudder at what we were or might have remained?! I recall on my 30th birthday consigning an armful of photo albums – the mythology of one's life – into a garden bonfire and firmly turning my back on this whole chapter of my life, a mad yogic act of renunciation which I faintly regretted in later years. I even learnt to roll a cigarette while riding on a galloping horse (got you there Shardul!!) but all photographic evidence of this monumental achievement went up in smoke on that fateful day of the bonfire.</p>
<p>I do though have fond memories of a horse called Trigger, a gentle white Palomino that my wife <a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-subarata" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> and I had owned during our first years together in New Zealand. Reclusive by nature, Subarata and I lived in remote places, often going for months without seeing anybody. Subarata acquired three pet wild pigs, two vegetarian border-collie dogs called Scruffles and Scobie (see: <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2006/10/28/puppy-power-revisited" title="Puppy Power Revisited – Jogyata's Blog">Puppy Power Revisited</a>), four nameless hens, two zebra finches and a lamb with tons of personality called Darley. Later Trigger joined our family of animals.</p>
<p>Darley the lamb was raised from birth with our two dogs and developed a life-long identity crisis, hanging out with dogs and humans and shunning the company of other sheep. Later, as an unusually large and self-confident ram, he was given away to a city lawyer with two Labradors who wanted an alternative means of keeping his lawns short. Darley happily retired to the city with his new family, ever disdainful of his own kind and the quiet country life. Trigger carried us around the forest and mountains for a year, then when we had to leave our mountain hide-away, we turned Trigger loose and never saw her again.</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/sri_chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Subarata was scheduled to leave New Zealand in three months, so in the small South Island town of Motueka we got married in a registry office. We were both indifferent to marriage, so there was no ring, no flowers – it was as meaningless as signing a bank deposit slip, but it enabled her to stay. We never bothered telling anyone until about five years later when I said to my mother, "By the way did I ever tell you we got married?" She was mortified that I had never told her, but finally she laughed and hugged us both. My mother loved us too much to be upset for long.</p>
<p>Later we moved with Scruffles and Scobie – but minus Trigger – to Adelaide. One day, driving around the city, we stopped and visited a small vegetarian café in the suburbs. On the café walls were aphorisms by a spiritual master that we had never heard of before – <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy – The New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centres | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sri Chinmoy</a> – and some photos of a smiling face. There was no dramatic sense of recognition, no sudden revelation, but somewhere deep inside us something stirred, a feeling so subtle as to almost pass unnoticed. It was as though something long forgotten, or perhaps long awaited, had touched our souls, a tiny whisper from an unseen world.</p>
<p>It was in that moment, many years ago, that we first saw the face of a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre">spiritual master</a> who would forever change our lives and take us on a journey of unimaginable richness. We did not know it then, but we had found our guide – or had he found us? – and were about to embark upon the great journey of awakening.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Coins from the Fields of Culloden</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A short anecdote from my childhood...</p>
<p><img alt="Coins" title="Crushed coins on the railway tracks..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/track_coins.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />When I was ten I lived on the edge of a town in a house surrounded by paddocks filled with finches and pheasants and bright yellow buttercups. A train line connecting us to a larger world ran fifty metres from our small home and on Sundays I would lie in concealment in the long grass with the pennies intended for the church collection box placed carefully on the steel tracks, watching in fascination as the 10am train rushed by, crushing them into bronze wafers.</p>
<p>One day my father discovered my growing collection and noticing a still vague resemblance to a British monarch on one of my pulverized coins, surmised the truth. Wielding the dreaded riding crop, the usual rod of retribution for 'serious' offences, he pursued me to the bathroom where I took refuge and locked the door. <em>"Unlock that door young man! If you're not out on the count of ten I'm going to break it down."</em> Then the slow, suspenseful counting would begin... <em>"One, two, three, ... nine, ten!"</em> <strong>"Start again, start again!"</strong> I would shout from behind the door. <em>"One, two, three..."</em> and I would open the door and face my punishment <em>"like a man"</em> as he would quaintly put it.</p>
<p><img alt="Highland Dancer" title="Highland dancer" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/highland_dancer.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />At age eleven, my crushed coin collection still intact, I was excused any further dealings with our local church - a milestone day in my life - but instead subjected to Scottish dancing lessons, also ominously on a Sunday. There I met Alwyn, my thirteen year old red headed Scots dancing partner – in a moment of ingratiating foolishness I presented her with one of my treasured train modified coins, claiming it was a priceless ancestral relic handed down through generations of our clan from the 1746 <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Culloden" title="Battle of Culloden – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Battle of Culloden</a>.</p>
<p>Standing four feet two inches tall in my dancing pumps and tartan socks, clad in a red and green kilt with deerskin sporran and clutching my counterfeit 'Battle of Culloden' coin collection, I must have been an irresistible sight to the impressionable Alwyn – she was smitten! Whether it was a glimpse of my unscotsmanlike knobbly knees or growing suspicions about the authenticity of my coins, Alwyn's interest in me began to wane and then evaporated entirely when we came last in the Highland Fling end-of-year competitions. I had stumbled on and scattered the crossed swords over which we leapt and pranced and a distraught Alwyn had stormed off and abandoned me for the sanctuary of the changing rooms. It was here in the middle of the Aramaho Community Centre, attired in my ridiculous kilt, that I first knew anger. Spurned by the fickle Alwyn, alone on the wooden dance floor, I could have swept one of the ceremonial swords from the floor and pursued her to a terrible revenge, a demented eleven year old, then run rampant through the horrified audience carving my way through a wall of kilts and human flesh before fleeing into the night.</p>
<p>All my willingness to attend any further dancing lessons was gone and once again I had to lock myself in the bathroom while my parents pleaded and cajoled from the other side of the door, finally relenting and agreeing to an end to all my Scottish highland dancing. Rebuffed by the Scots, my dancing days now behind me, I was free to explore new pathways in life – my childhood coins, so artfully crafted under the wheels of the mighty train, eventually disappeared out of my world the way all things do, living a life of their own.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Agatha and Me</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Call me a greenie or a bleeding heart if you want to but when I came upon a 1000 year old kauri tree on my Sunday jaunt through the nearby Waitakere Ranges, I found it irresistibly huggable.</p>
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<strong>Agatha and Me...</strong></p>
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<img alt="Agatha and Me" class="right lazyload" title="Agatha and Me" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/jogyata_agatha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In comparative human time it's barely past adolescence and could be here for another 1000 years barring lightning strike, landslide, continental drift, nuclear war or boredom (2000 years is a long time rooted in one place). The <a href="http://www.doc.govt.nz/conservation/native-plants/kauri/" title="Kauri | New Zealand Department of Conservation – Te Papa Atawhai">Kauri</a> tree is known by the rather graceless and unfortunate botanical term <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agathis_australis" title="Agathis australis – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">agathis australis</a></em>, so my new friend is known locally as Agatha, not a favourite name of mine but we don't want to cause an arboreal identity crisis by giving Agatha a new name just now. Trees have consciousness too and these wonderful revelations of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/god_the_supreme" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy">God</a> move us in ways beyond our minds comprehension – we all come from the Universal Consciousness and are connected in the great stream of life. My new friend is also a distant relative and conjoined with me in spirit and sitting quietly on the forest floor, my back against the rough bark and the dawn sun colouring the hillsides and valleys with a changing golden light, I can sink back – <em>mmmmm</em> – into a nourishing and soothing silence.</p>
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Agatha's first 900 years were spent peacefully growing up in one of the greatest botanical cathedrals of planet earth – 200 foot high forest giants of breathtaking splendour and girth, filled with gorgeous birds and daylong birdsong. My colonial predecessors smashed the majestic virgin kauri forests that mantled these western mountains the way a thoughtless child smashes a toy – part of the insane ecological holocaust ongoing even today – and Agatha lived through all that, a lonely survivor among the tragic wreckage of an ancient dynasty of trees.</p>
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The mystic and animistic traditions of our ancestors seem remote from us now, insulated as we are by roads and concrete walls and carefully devised urban landscapes that protect us from our worst fears, and now we only 'visit' nature, tourists of our last womb-wildernesses, armed with our maps and cellphones to ward off the unthinkable. But the ancient impulses are still there, and seated beneath Agatha's towering arms I can feel these faculties becoming sharpened inside me along with a sense of release from the burden of myself and my anxious life.</p>
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<img alt="Young Kauri Tree" class="right lazyload" title="Looking into the head of a young Kauri tree" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/young_kauri.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I like these hours wandering in a garden of ridges and deep valleys and effortless beauty, hearing the water in the streambed far below and the language of the forest all around. In the sunlight the air is filled with teeming embryonic life, millions of tiny spores drizzling from the green fronds of the mamaku and the waist high thickets of ferns – I breathe them in joyfully.</p>
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We need whatever it is these sanctuaries provide. Untamed nature can be a harsh learning place but also a great schoolroom of self-knowledge – and here where the wilderness of nature and the wild places of the mind intersect, we are often undone. I remember once camped on an alpine ridge just below the snowline in Westland National Park, miles from the civilised world. Shortly after midnight a storm blew up and high winds toppled huge black beech trees to – all around me the crash of giant trees tearing down through the canopy to the ground. Eyes wide with fear, and nowhere to go or hide in the inky blackness, I lay there praying with a trembling fervour to God. At dawn a scene of utter devastation all around me – but miraculously I had been granted life.</p>
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Such moments that our modern world so carefully shields us from are treasures that never leave our memory, moulding us without gentleness or pity. Our 'self' is pared away and we are opened up to the capriciousness of life and death, only a moment of chance apart, and to the primal fears and trapdoors that open in the wild places of our minds.</p>
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Nature is a repository of many potential experiences that ground us and make us better, more complete – and here, as in meditation, all our sensibilities converge toward new insight and discernment. Cut off from all this, we become less human, less civilised.</p>
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A part of us grieves for our vanishing wild places and much of my own love of wilderness has an underlying melancholy. Our token parks and reserves, the pocket handkerchief remnants fenced off from encroaching farms into lonely islands, proclaimed to assuage our guilt, do not lessen our sadness at what we have done. Nor do these sustain the life they once bore – disconnected from the far-off mountains, diminutive in size, often trampled and plundered, they are silent museum pieces waiting for their own demise.</p>
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<img alt="Regenerating bush in Auckland's Waitakere Ranges" class="right lazyload" title="Regenerating bush in Auckland's Waitakere Ranges" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/light/light_images/waitakere_view.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />At least Agatha is safe while I live and breathe – she is a symbol of something precious for me that I am happy to bleed and sacrifice for. She is the song of eternity, the beauty of God, the glory of nature, the sanctity of the sacred, a glimpse through a lovely, disappearing window into an irretrievable past, an inviolable last remnant that must be gifted to the future. And in some barely understood way she is myself – I find my own spirit when seated at her feet.</p>
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– Jogyata.</p>
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<strong>Footnote</strong></p>
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In a Jewish tale a young boy is asked by his teacher why he ran away from the community and into the forest time after time despite being frequently found out and punished. His rabbi asked him: "Why do you waste your time in the forest? Why do you go there?" " am looking for God", said the boy. "Isn't God everywhere?" asked the rabbi, "And isn't He everywhere the same?" "Yes," said the boy, "but I am not." (From <a href="http://www.craigpotton.co.nz/products/published/books/booknzscenic/momentandmemory" title="Moment and Memory – by Craig Potton">Moment and Memory</a>)</p>
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<strong>Related Links</strong></p>
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<a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/nz/joy_weekends/auckland_oct_2006/trip_cascades" title="Trip to Cascades Kauri Park – The Sri Chinmoy Centre Gallery">Trip to Cascades Kauri Park</a> – The Sri Chinmoy Centre Gallery.</li>
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<a href="http://activeadventures.com" title="About New Zealand – natural history and settlement">About New Zealand</a> – natural history and settlement.</li>
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<a href="https://www.forestandbird.org.nz/" title="Royal Forest and Bird Protection Society of New Zealand">Royal Forest and Bird Protection Society of New Zealand</a></li>
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<h2>Conscious Living</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
While many people choosing a vegetarian diet do so primarily for reasons of health or animal ethics, another viewpoint favouring both vegan and vegetarian nutrition is demonstrated in the lifestyle of many practitioners of meditation and supported by a persuasive body of spiritual teachings.</p>
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<img alt="The Blue Bird" title="The Blue Bird vegetarian café" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/thebluebird.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A number of humanity's most respected meditation masters have taught that our diet has an impact on the development of our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> – the clarity or restlessness of our minds, the expansion and refinement of awareness and the functioning of our subtle body and nerves.</p>
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Many health and healing disciplines have their own language to describe this phenomenon – <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayurveda" title="Ayurvedic – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Ayurvedic medicine</a>, for example, talks about the <em>rajasic</em>, <em>tamasic</em> and <em>sattvic</em> qualities of food – but in the realm of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> diet can and does significantly alter the depth and subtlety of our experiences and the purification of our entire being.</p>
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In 1974 contemporary meditation <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Master</a> <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> wrote a popular book called <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ck" title="Colour Kingdom – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Colour Kingdom</a> which identified the spiritual qualities and properties of specific colours. It described at length the principle that everything in the physical world – even colour – carries a specific vibration, energy and consciousness which in some way shapes our experiences in life. By extension and even more powerfully, the food we eat significantly adds to or subtracts from the quality of our inner spiritual life and impacts on the subtle world of our consciousness.</p>
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Comments spiritual teacher <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>, whose 7,000 meditation students worldwide are all <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/questions_answers/vegetarianism" title="Vegetarianism | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">vegetarian</a> and often vegan;</p>
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<em>"The vegetarian diet plays a most important role in the spiritual life. Purity is of paramount importance for an aspirant. This purity we must establish in the physical, the vital and the mental. When we eat meat and fish, the animal consciousness enters into us – our nerves become more agitated and restless, and this can interfere with our meditation. But the mild qualities of fruits and vegetables, on the other hand, help us to establish in our inner life as well as in our outer life, the qualities of sweetness, softness, simplicity and purity. So, if we are vegetarians, it helps our inner being to strengthen its own existence. Inwardly, we are praying and meditating; outwardly, the food we are taking from Mother Earth is helping us too, giving us not only energy but also aspiration."</em></p>
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<em>"At one time the animal consciousness was necessary for forward movement. If we had not had animal qualities, we would have remained inert, like trees, or we would have remained in the stone consciousness where there is no growth or movement. But the animal consciousness also contains many unillumined and destructive qualities. Now we have entered into the spiritual life, so the role of the animal consciousness is no longer necessary in our life. From the animal consciousness we have entered into the human consciousness and now we are trying to enter into the divine consciousness."</em></p>
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Many people feel that eating meat gives them strength and nutrients unavailable to people on a vegetarian diet. But nutritional research does not support this view – indeed, a growing body of credible research supports the opposite point of view. Often, too, even one's ideas about meat – the power of the mind! – confer strength. But as <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> comments, <em>"It is not meat but the spiritual energy pervading one's body that gives one strength. That energy comes from meditation as well as from proper nourishment. The strength that one can get from aspiration and meditation is infinitely more powerful than the strength one can get from meat."</em></p>
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<em>"If one has aspiration, the vegetarian diet will help considerably: the body's purity will help one's inner aspiration to become more intense and more soulful. But again, if one is not a vegetarian, that does not mean that one will not make spiritual progress or will not be able to realise God."</em></p>
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<img alt="The Lotus-Heart" title="The Lotus-Heart vegetarian restaurant and café" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/thelotusheart.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Here in New Zealand, the Sri Chinmoy Centre offers vegan and vegetarian cuisine at their cafés and restaurants in Auckland (<a href="http://www.thebluebird.co.nz" title="The Blue Bird vegetarian café – Auckland">The Blue Bird</a>) and Christchurch (<a href="http://thelotusheart.co.nz/" title="The Lotus-Heart vegetarian restaurant and café – Christchurch">The Lotus-Heart</a>) and globally at dozens of small cafés, restaurants and food enterprises run by students of Sri Chinmoy. A popular 'Conscious Living' course is offered in New Zealand which introduces fundamental life skills for well-being based around nutrition, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">exercise</a> and <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a>.</p>
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A living <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Master</a> much recognised for his lifelong work for world harmony, Sri Chinmoy has touched and inspired the lives of countless people globally through hundreds of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library">published books</a>; <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Concerts">concerts</a> of <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/meditation-music/" title="Free Meditation Music | Radio Sri Chinmoy">meditative music</a>; <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Art&gt;mystic art&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href=" http:>humanitarian aid</a>; and pioneering the world's longest, largest participation torch relay for world harmony ever seen – <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/" title="World Harmony Run">World Harmony Run</a>.</p>
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If you are interested in exploring meditation as a wonderful lifeskill or familiarising yourself with Sri Chinmoy's teachings on diet and consciousness, look out for our free 'Conscious Living' and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_new_zealand" title="Free Meditation Classes in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation workshops</a> offered by the Sri Chinmoy Centre in New Zealand.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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What a wonderful feature of our spiritual path the focus on physical wellbeing – especially running – is!</p>
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This week has been 'aspiration week' in the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre</a>, an invitation to each of our members to set and reach new goals, enjoy open nights and new activities in our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> Centre and generally rekindle our aspiration. I have set running goals – not an easy task in this cold winter! – and I am delighted with the results already. This morning two of us met up at 5:15 am and drove 45 minutes through a wet and rainy pre-dawn gloom to a large area of forest on our west coast – a wilderness of pines and native forest inhabited by deer, the odd wild boar and lots of small wild life. We ran for 30 minutes along the blackness of roads, the sound of the sea in our ears and light rain on our faces, then as darkness receded we ventured into the forest and onto some of the narrow game trails that wind for miles through these hills. At one point two large black stags erupted out of a clearing in front of us, the white tines of their antlers gleaming in the rainy dawn and the flick-flicker of their white rumps receding away through the trees.</p>
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<img alt="Running at Muriwai and Woodhill" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/muriwai_woodhill.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I was feeling such joy, exulting in an almost primeval sense of well-being and filled with gratitude at this enduring gift of speed and delight as we silently traversed the dark forest. We felt like indigenous man, all the artifice of civilisation gone, jubilant in the simplicity of life itself and the joy of being. Ninety minutes later we came out through dunes filled with tall ferns and grasses, crested a ridge of black sand and then out onto the beach where we swam in the freezing sea – the cold ocean filled us with a sense of physical and mental prana, the healing touch of nature, and we made our way back, bare feet in the rising tide, along the empty sweep of coastline.</p>
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This 'aspiration week' <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Chinmoy's writings</a> have provided a wealth of illumining insights into the benefits of exercise – and the unique benefits conferred by running in particular. One recurring theme is the principal of holistic living – the inter-relationship between <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">mind, body, spirit</a>. The runner can enhance his or her physical achievements by tapping into an inner power source, while the meditator can achieve a greater proficiency and stillness by first establishing a foundation of well-being, and of clarity in the mind, which running confers.</p>
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Consider some of these little 'gold nuggets' by <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>:</p>
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"When it is a matter of running, all the members of the family – the body, vital, mind and heart – have to work together. It is like a family party. The head of the family has invited all of the family members to come and eat. Through running, the soul wants to offer a feast to all it's children. What running is doing is keeping the body, vital, mind and heart fit, so that the soul can get complete happiness. The soul is happy when it sees that all it's children have come to enjoy the feast.</blockquote>
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"We try to synthesize and harmonize the outer life and the inner life. The outer life is like a beautiful flower and the inner life it's fragrance. If there is no fragrance then we cannot appreciate the flower. Again, if there is no flower how can there be any fragrance?"</blockquote>
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"The body's capacity and the soul's capacity, the body's speed and the soul's speed go together. The outer running reminds us of something higher and deeper – the soul – which is running along Eternity's Road. Running and physical fitness help us both in our inner life of aspiration and in our outer life of activity."</blockquote>
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> demonstrates in his own life, particularly through his weightlifting, the truth of his comments on the relationship between power and strength.</p>
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"Strength is predominantly in the physical, with the physical and for the physical. Power has a higher and deeper source. Strength is an outer achievement. Power is an inner achievement. If there is a tug-of-war between strength and power, power will always win, for the source of power is infinitely greater than the physical strength that any human being can have. Power can be used in the physical, but it is not bound there. It's home is high, very high in the loftiest regions of the infinite Consciousness."</blockquote>
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On the responsiveness of the body to the cosmic energy within Sri Chinmoy comments:</p>
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"We can draw upon the cosmic energy by entering into our deeper consciousness, the all-pervading consciousness, which is here, there, everywhere. It is the inmost consciousness that touches the springs of the cosmic energy. If we can have a free access to our inmost consciousness, the cosmic energy is bound to come to the fore. If you go deep within it comes like a spring, a never – failing spring. And when it comes it permeates the whole body."</blockquote>
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And here is an unusual insight:</p>
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"Running has it's own inner value. While you run, each breath that you take is connected with a higher reality. While you are jogging, if you are in a good consciousness your breath is being blessed by a higher inner breath... each breath will connect you with a higher, deeper inner reality."</blockquote>
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<a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> encourages seekers on his own path to run each day, in so doing maintaining the body-temple as a perfect vehicle for the inner journey. <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/sports/inner_athlete" title="The Inner Athlete – Four Talks | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Running</a> cultivates aspiration, dynamism, physical excellence, clarity of mind, happiness, will power and determination – exactly the qualities needed for the inner-running toward the goal of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God Realisation</a>.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_applaudes.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In one charming analogy he comments:</p>
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"Unless you touch something everyday it does not shine. Often I have told people to touch the furniture in their homes everyday. As soon as you touch something it gets new life... If you have good health, if you touch your health everyday it gets new life. By giving attention to something you give new life to it."</blockquote>
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Sri Chinmoy's writings are filled also with references to happiness and self-transcendence:</p>
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"True happiness comes only from our increasing sense of perfection, which we can achieve only through self-transcendence. Self-transcendence gives us joy in boundless measure. When we transcend ourselves we do not compete with others but with ourselves. And each time we surpass our previous achievements we get joy."</blockquote>
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"How I wish all human beings would run faster than the fastest, with unimaginable speed towards Eternity's ever-transcending Goal. Once we reach the highest transcendental Height with our fastest speed and consciously begin serving our Supreme Pilot at every moment, at that time we can and we shall create and absolutely new creation. At that time there will be only one reality, one song; the song of self-transcendence."</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>The Role of the Guru</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
There is, somewhere in the scriptures of India, an image of a very large lake to which, every 5,000 years, a bird flies and carries off a single drop of water in its beak.</p>
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It is said that the length of time it takes for the bird to empty the lake does not even begin to describe the eternity of lives it takes for a human being to achieve his ultimate destiny, which is to become Self-realised, to establish his final oneness with <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy prayerfully meditates" title="Sri Chinmoy prayerfully meditates" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_prayerful.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />For many the thought of such an immense journey through endless cycles of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0180/22/" title="Q&amp;A regarding suffering from A God-Lover's Earth-Heaven-Life, Part 1 – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">suffering</a> and experience is a depressing one – but there are two consoling comments to be made. For those who are consciously <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/seven_secrets/secret3" title="Seven Secrets of Meditation – Part 3, Aspiration | The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas">aspiring</a> towards that final goal the lake is already almost empty, that long journey largely behind them; and then there is in each age and century a small number of guides who, having made the journey themselves, have come back to help us. They inspire us, remind us of our true destiny and purpose and awaken our longing and aspiration. This is <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spiritual-masters" title=" Your Private Tutor | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">the role of the Guru</a>.</p>
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In the West there is often resistance to the idea of having a guru, but the presence in one's life of a living teacher is an immense opportunity and privilege. The guru accomplishes many things for us, accelerating our progress and shortening the time till our own realisation by many incarnations. Consider some of his or her functions:</p>
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Meditation</h3>
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In accepting a disciple the guru undertakes the responsibility of leading that soul to God, and becomes one's 'eternity's friend'. My own guru <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> writes: <em>"I wish to say that once you become a disciple and enter into my boat, then it is the problem of the boatman to take you to the golden shore. When I accept a disciple I concentrate on his soul and give the soul some inner meditation. I bring the soul forward and then the soul actually meditates in and through the seeker – in this way the disciple is bound to receive my inner instruction."</em></p>
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Every morning between 2am-6am this master meditates on all of his disciples around the world – guiding each one individually, specifically. <em>"When I meditate on my disciples, I motivate and inspire each individual according to his acceptance of me and according to his capacity to receive and manifest the light that I am giving him."</em></p>
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Other masters of this century have also stressed the importance of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> as the access bridge between themselves and their disciples, and stressed that no matter how far away physically they may be, they know their disciple's thoughts, feelings and consciousness. Referring to disciples in other parts of the world <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> writes that when a person concentrates on him, <em>"immediately one of my inner beings or emanations comes to me and brings it to the attention of my physical mind. I may not know the name of the person, I may never have seen him in this life, but his soul comes to me and brings the face and physical form of the person right in front of me..."</em></p>
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And then further on: <em>"Whether you are meditating in your master's physical presence or somewhere else is unimportant. No matter where you are, if you meditate soulfully you are bound to get his inner guidance. And this inner guidance, which is his inner oneness with you, will last forever and forever."</em></p>
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In this form of bhakti yoga the disciple meditates with his guru or on a photograph of his guru in order to tune in with that higher level of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness, Beyond Within – Books by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> – this attunement is an essential part of discipleship. At the same time this attunement and devotion is impersonal, directed towards the guru's universal state of awareness and the qualities of that level of attainment rather than towards any human personality. When a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">God-realised spiritual Master</a> enters into his highest consciousness, he is one with the Divinity within him. The human individual is entirely merged with God. To identify with this highest meditation of the master is to have a direct experience of the consciousness which is the goal of one's own inner search. This is not meditation on a human individual, but rather meditation on the Divine Consciousness, which is using the human as an instrument to reveal itself.</p>
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Acknowledging his role as a mere instrument, the guru steers devotion away from himself towards God – while in comprehending that <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God-Realisation</a> actually means oneness with God, the disciple strives to please his Guru, for his guru's approval is therefore also God's approval.</p>
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Difficulties</h3>
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<img alt="The river flows into the sea" title="The river flows into the sea..." class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/river_into_sea.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The acceleration that takes place in one's <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0169/1/8/" title="Q&amp;A regarding spiritual progress from Realisation-Soul And Manifestation-Goal – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">spiritual progress</a> through the presence of the guru also means a karmic speeding-up, an intensification of all aspects of one's life – a cleansing, but sometimes difficult process whose benefits may await you beyond the limits of your current understanding.</p>
<p>
My own extended visits with my guru, although occasions of great joy, have also precipitated all kinds of confrontations with the negative qualities inherent in human nature. These conflicts are an essential part of spiritual regeneration and their intensification offers an important opportunity to make rapid progress. The Guru has a catalytic effect in this way, for whatever negative characteristics we have repressed because they do not conform to our conscious ideal of ourselves, are surely and swiftly brought to our attention, to be faced and finally transcended.</p>
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The removal of these karmic fetters seems to be aided in many diverse ways by different masters – sometimes occultly or through physical contact or blessing; through food, even, or in the case of one master, Shirdi Sai Baba, by continuously handling small coins that his disciples had owned, extracting the negative condition from his devotees into himself. In India too, one sometimes sees devotees touching a guru's feet with their heads: in her biography of Meher Baba, Jean Adriel describes this as 'laying upon him the burden of their <em>samskaras</em> – those subtle impressions of thought, emotion and action, which bind the individual soul to recurrent earthly lives'.</p>
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Surrender and Obedience</h3>
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For most Westerners surrender and obedience are two major stumbling blocks on the path of devotional yoga: to non-disciples the mere thought of an unconditional devotion to another person is abhorrent. We cherish our notion of freedom – even while knowing that our freedom is really only self-indulgence. But `real freedom `__ is something much higher, a freedom from suffering, attachment, ignorance and a life guided not by the pursuit of pleasure but by the very soul itself. And <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/the_wisdom_of_sri_chinmoy/spiritual_surrender" title="Spiritual Surrender – Books by Sri Chinmoy | The Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual surrender</a>, too, is not the surrender of a slave to the master, but a process of attunement with our own highest Self, our own Divinity, of which the guru is an outward representation. It is the human form which he must take that stands in the way of our recognition.</p>
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In relinquishing his own desires and cravings and surrendering his egoic self, the disciple is not surrendering to another limited finite ego, but to an embodiment of infinite truth, compassion and love, whose only motive is the disciples realisation. <em>"I have to help you,"</em> Sri Chinmoy once said, <em>"to serve mankind is the only reason I am here on earth."</em> And so the master leads his disciples through ever deepening levels of understanding and love until finally, no trace of ego remains. "When the ego disappears", writes one teacher "there arises the knowledge of the True Self; one's consciousness is then that of the eternal and infinite 'I am,' in which there is no separateness, and which includes all life."</p>
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Progress</h3>
<p>
It is said that one incarnation spent with one's guru is equal to a multitude of incarnations of normal progress. His presence awakens our soul's longing for its creator so that all other worldly attachments are consumed in the wake of this one ascending urge to know God. The guru is the inspirer who reminds us of our real destiny, and who awakens the vast storehouse of energy and dedication that normally lies dormant within. As the agent of our transformation his call to perfection is drastic and uncompromising. He gives direction to this striving, kindling our aspiration again and again and pointing always to the farthest horizon. <em>"Our goal,"</em> my teacher writes, <em>"is always to go beyond, beyond, beyond. There are no limits to our capacity because we each have the infinite Divine within us."</em></p>
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<img alt="Lord Krishna instructs Arjuna" title="Lord Krishna instructs Arjuna..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/krishna_arjuna.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In each age the guru comes to make man aware of his divinity, to free man from his bondage and to lift him to a higher plane of being. The disciples effort in transcending and purifying his own nature is not confined to a passive and stoic endurance of challenges encountered with his guru, but extends actively into every area of his life – meditation, service, every aspect of his existence is his <em>sadhana</em>. He comes to welcome difficulties as a reflection of his own attachments or expectations, and learns not to cling, to let go of these parts of himself. He begins to realise that his life is really an extended workshop on God-Realisation, and that every hardship or problem simply presents him with another opportunity to achieve progress through surrender and desirelessness. His life becomes a meditation in action, increasingly centred in the consciousness that is growing within him. His guru's own compassion and detachment is taking root in his heart. This is the <em>karma yoga</em> of the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/mlbg" title="The Message-Light Of The Bhagavad Gita – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Bhagavad Gita</a> when <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb" title="The Singer Of The Eternal Beyond – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Sri Krishna</a> urges Arjuna to , 'Do what you do but dedicate the fruits of your action to me.' Sri Krishna's words to Arjuna are the words of every Realised spiritual master to his disciples and sum up the thrilling and immortal promise each guru makes...</p>
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Lord Krishna to Arjuna...</h3>
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"Give Me your whole heart, sacrifice all for Me,<br/>
Bow to Me only, and you shall find Me.<br/>
This is My promise who loves you so dearly.<br/>
Give up then thy earthly duties,<br/>
Surrender thyself to Me only.<br/>
Do not be anxious;<br/>
I will absolve thee from all thy sin."<br/>
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    – from the Bhagavad Gita.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>China – Three Impressions</h2><div class="field-item"><h3>
Impression One:</h3>
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<img alt="The mist shrouded Yellow Mountains of China" title="The mist shrouded Yellow Mountains of China" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/yellow_mountains.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><em>You are standing on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huangshan" title="Huangshan (Yellow Mountains) – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Yellow Mountains</a> in eastern China, 6,000 feet up in the clouds, waiting in silence for the dawn. Around you a small group of your friends are dim figures in the mist, their breath forming white plumes in the cold air.</em></p>
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<em>Huge feathery snowflakes are falling in slow motion like the softest down of giant geese, and you catch one in your outstretched palm to marvel at it's beauty. Below you on the steep mountainsides you have just climbed, giant bamboos bow under the weight of snow and the pines are Christmas trees of white, each needle a stalactite of crystalline beauty. You stamp your feet on the icy path and your cheap crampons grate on the granite slabs.</em></p>
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<em>Now suddenly the mountain clouds are parting and there before you, materialising like phantoms from the mist, the fabled peaks and granite turrets painted down through the centuries in countless water colours and Chinese scrolls, rearing up into the dawn sky like so many lonely sentinels.</em></p>
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We were here to explore an ancient culture, twenty members from the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/main-nz" title="Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> joining our international family and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> himself on a six week visit to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">China</a>. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bejing" title="Bejing – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Bejing</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xian" title="Xian – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Xian</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanjing" title="Nanjing – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Nanjing</a>... Confucianism, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taoism" title="Taoism – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Taoism</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism" title="Buddhism – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Buddhism</a>. We would travel to many places and see many remarkable things. On the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China" title="Great Wall of China – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Great Wall</a> near Bejing <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> would play the <a href="http://www.gandharvaloka.co.nz/instruments/stringed.html#esraj" title="Esraj (and Dilruba) – Stringed Instruments | Gandharva Loka New Zealand – world instrument stores in Auckland and Christchurch">esraj</a> in a spontaneous concert, the meditative sounds of this most haunting of musical instruments a perfect mirror of these endless jumbled hills and ancient landscapes.</p>
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Standing on those great ramparts, immersed in the silence of mountains and spirit of place, I was imagining the great armies of invasion and conquest marching across these remote wastes over the long sweep of centuries; marveling at the ambitions of the great rulers and Emperors and their dreams of dynasty. How perfectly <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/meditation-music/" title="Free Meditation Music | Radio Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy's music</a> evoked these great struggles and sagas of our race.</p>
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In <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qingdao" title="Qingdao – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Qingdao</a> in the half-light of dawn, we held running races two mornings of each week on the icy beachfront promenade above the freezing sea. In our function room later, Sri Chinmoy would personally award the fastest and often read out the times of all competitors, encouraging us not to grow old. Perfecting body and mind through <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/running" title="Some Reflections On Running – by Jogyata Dallas | Sri Chinmoy Centre">running</a> and <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> to better nourish the life of spirit. To <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy">realise God</a> – the penultimate goal of all human life – every part of our being has to become surrendered and obedient to the divine task-master, the soul, the base metals of ignorance alchemising into the gold of a radiant Self.</p>
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And each morning, secluded in our function room like disciples or monks of old in their ashrams and temples, we would repeat the solemn and soulful prayer-chants of <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>, eyes half-closed in meditation. Here is a gem from Thursday, January 14, 2005:</p>
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O Lord Supreme,<br/>
Do dissolve me<br/>
Into Your Infinity's ecstasy.<br/>
O Lord Supreme,<br/>
Do dissolve me<br/>
Into Your Eternity's nothingness.</blockquote>
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You can chant it slowly over and over as we did, like a Vedic mantra, or you can imagine you were there with us, hearing Sri Chinmoy deliver these lovely words with his unforgettable voice, a voice saturated in the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>.</p>
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Impression Two:</h3>
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<img alt="Mountain dwelling Taoist monk" title="Mountain dwelling Taoist monk" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/taoist_hermit.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><em>You catch the bus bound for Nanjing from the town of Huangshan, a six-hour ride that takes you at first through mountain passes and steep forested hills then out onto wide plains terraced with small fields and neat rows of crops. In the wintering fields, plastic bags flap on bamboo poles a poor man's scarecrow – and the pale green plains recede away into far-off silhouettes of mountains. You sketch a panda on your notepad and hand it to the old man across the aisle, pointing to the distant hills – are there any of those vanishing bears still left up there? – and he cackles with delight. His eyes twinkle and smile at you and looking into his face you know he is a survivor from a world you will never know or understand. Is he one of the old Taoist monks who took refuge in the mountains during the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_Revolution" title="Cultural Revolution – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Revolution</a>?</em></p>
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<em>Now you are passing through ramshackle small towns where vegetable stands, bicycle shops, butchered animals and clothing spill out onto the footpaths and streets; onward through small villages where women wash clothes in brackish ponds and streams and dogs lie in the dust.</em></p>
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<em>You doze and wake to find yourself at a dilapidated rest stop. Outside, the driver cradles a small puppy in his arms and the passengers crowd around him, clapping and smiling at his gentleness and taking turns posing for photos. The old Taoist stands alone, singing a song full of pathos, his eyes closed. He is free of all self-consciousness and dissembling and you envy him the depth of his feeling. Then onwards, south through fading light and industrial estates and fallow empty fields and far ahead in the growing darkness the lights of Nanjing are waiting for you, twinkling and pulsing like the heartbeat of this vastness land.</em></p>
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Like a lamp shining through a thin veil of cloth, the light of God shines through a realised Master, through every action, every moment of their life. They spread like a giant tree the pollen of enlightenment and if this pollen falls on you, your life will never be the same. Look at what happened to me this morning. At 6:30 am I was standing on the eighteenth floor of our hotel in Xian when the elevator door opened and there was Sri Chinmoy, standing alone in the lift. He beckoned to me without speaking and I joined him on the ride to the lobby. What is it about such an encounter that makes this so unforgettable? In the 20 seconds of our downward ride in the elevator, Sri Chinmoy simply looked at me smiling and meditating on my soul. Suddenly I felt breathless with the feeling of spirit, filled with light, elevated to another realm of being. My consciousness was catapulted upwards like a dove tossed into the sky to fly, and all day long a feeling of profound peace and stillness lingered inside me. How strongly I could feel my own soul! I could hardly speak and rushed back to my room to meditate. It is hard to describe such things. This is one of the things that a <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual master</a> can do for you in the twinkling of an eye.</p>
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Impression Three:</h3>
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<img alt="Fireworks on the Chinese New Year" title="Fireworks on the Chinese New Year" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/fireworks.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><em>When you first hear the rolling thunder you stumble from your bed to the window and peer out into a midnight sky bright with splashes of colour and light. You go downstairs, out into the street, and the air is blue and pungent with smoke and fireworks are exploding across every part of the night sky, across the battlements of the old city wall and the high-rise apartment blocks, across the river that ferried troops at dawn during the wars and insurrections, across the downtown canyons with their skyscrapers and neon lights.</em></p>
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<em>You think to yourself, why am I so comfortable here, why is it so familiar, have I been here before in some forgotten time and you turn away from the growing sounds of <a href="/sri_chinmoy_writings_new_year/" title="Sri Chinmoy's Writings On The New Year – a compilation | Sri Chinmoy Centre">New Year</a> revelry and the dancers in the hotel lobby draped in dragon costumes, leaping and swaying to the banging of drums and music and you walk along the nearly empty streets while the fireworks crackle in the alleys and explode over your head and all of your unlived lives are stirring inside you, all your secret longings squeeze your heart, and all your nostalgia for what you will never be and do tumbles down on your head like the spent casings of falling skyrockets.</em></p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy waves to his students" title="Sri Chinmoy waves to his students" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_waving.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I remember well our last day in Nanjing. Those who have not already departed wait in the hotel lobby, spread out along the fifty metre route that Sri Chinmoy will walk from the elevator to the waiting van and the first leg of his long journey home. At 6:15 am he emerges from the lift, sees the gauntlet of his students awaiting him. He accepts this and begins walking very slowly, with tiny steps down the parallel lines, looking at every single person in turn for four or five seconds. "I hope I can see you all at least once in this incarnation," he had said of disciples living in far off countries, "so I can expedite your progress, your soul's journey." Many here come from such places – when will they see him again? – and this moment is intense and poignant. To each face Sri Chinmoy turns, smiling yet concentrated, a lingering, loving, farewell benediction, wordless yet powerful with the full force of an inner blessing. Yes, expediting the progress of the soul. Other hotel guests stand motionless, sensing that something sacred is taking place. In some part of their being they too will benefit from this encounter. The pollen of God, spreading to every heart and life. At the end of the line, Sri Chinmoy turns and waves one last time, not with a sense of goodbye but casually – to the Master there is no separation, time and space are creations of the mind, part real, part illusion. Then he steps into the van and is gone.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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In the 60s my three sisters and I were children growing up in a small <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> town by the sea.</p>
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<img alt="Sand Castle" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sand_castle.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />My father liked the simple ways and always walked or bicycled to work, shunning the enchantments promised by an emerging new age of television and motorcars. Our home became a fortress sand-castle, defiant against the rising tide of technology – eventually the ramparts crumbled and my father capitulated to the incoming tides of change. Years later though, he would remind us with great pride that we had been the last house in our suburb to get TV.</p>
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In this new world, evening scrabble, cards and colouring books were replaced with television and the old bicycle eventually surrendered to a gleaming <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Prefect" title="Ford Prefect – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Ford Prefect</a> motorcar. Scrabble was a huge loss to me – I excelled at concealing essential letters in my clothing, at outrageous inventions with the English language and endless intrigue. And our picture books – with pursed lips, brows furrowed with a child’s concentration, how devotedly we would colour in the black and white sketches with our crayons and pens. Later I came to see how much of a metaphor this pastime was – how much the distinct, theme qualities of our nature would colour in and determine the flavours and experiences of our lives.</p>
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<img alt="Child Colouring" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/child_colouring.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I was last to leave our happy childhood home. The bus that would take me out of my parents' lives finally pulled out of the station, and I was peering out of the window, the first sorrows of adulthood filling my eyes. There they were, weeping inconsolably at the departure of their last child, holding each other helplessly by the arms. And years later we children would come together again, silent and weeping before the solemn and sad mystery of their deaths.</p>
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So began a long 13 year odyssey, the journey of discovery that we all make in one form or another as we colour in the storybooks of our lives. And discovering as we all sooner or later do that there is absolutely nothing out there, no place, no person, no possession, that can make us lastingly happy. In my own wanderings – that long fruitless detour across the parched deserts of worldliness that would lead to this understanding – I would often hear, whispering in my mind, the words of the Greek poet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_P._Cavafy" title="Constantine P. Cavafy – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Cavafy</a>, <em>"No ship exists to take you from yourself..."</em> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._S._Elliot" title="T. S. Elliot – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">T. S. Elliot</a>'s sombre words would echo in refrain: <em>"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time..."</em></p>
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Yes, the longing to see everything clearly as it is, without ego, mind, thought or the colouring book crayons of a consciousness unillumined yet by spirit and true understanding.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy meditating during a boat trip" title="Sri Chinmoy meditating during a boat trip" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_boat.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Then in 1980, standing in a busy street in South Australia, I saw for the first time a face that would become dear to my life and a guiding beacon in my journey. It was a framed smiling face of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, there in a café window, and in that one random moment my life would change forever.</p>
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Nudged by a grace-filled universe, I shortly after became a student of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> – what that meant I hardly knew or cared – and thus began a new and marvelous re-colouring of my life.</p>
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Very gradually, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a> ushered in a new calm and purpose to a willful, restless mind; and out of the deepening stillness of my practice there emerged a new sense of Self, deeper and greater than any of the selves I had been and known. Exercise, especially during the early, intense years of athletics and running when <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> himself would often accompany us, made the body strong and filled with aspiration. And how I devoured, hour upon hour, the many books of insight, wisdom and inspiration that flowed out of this teacher's remarkably creative life.</p>
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Yet it was Sri Chinmoy's own presence and those wonderful moments in his company that were the highpoints in this new adventure. How hard it would have been to experience those wonderful breakthroughs and heights of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness" title="Consciousness, Beyond Within – Books by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> on our own, how difficult to believe in the possibility of enlightenment without seeing it first in another, how unlikely an enduring belief in God without seeing, there in human form before you, this great yogi clearly and unmistakably immersed in the divine.</p>
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<img alt="Garden Gate" title="... 'unknown, remembered gate' ..." class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/garden_gate.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The brush strokes of this new life were filled with the colours and fragrances of the inner world – the soul's delight, felt in the silence of meditation; the heart's expanding love and it's growing concern for others; a new sense of purpose as every part of the being, magnetised by the energies of spirit, swung towards the pole of liberation. A sense too of gratitude, both for this great journey of awakening and to the guide who was leading our footsteps safely along the path. <em>"My Lord,"</em> Sri Chinmoy wrote in one of his poems, <em>"You have given me two things absolutely unparalleled. A map of the eternal journey and the courage for the immortal traveling."</em></p>
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Years later, I would come across an old box of childhood things, mementoes and treasures from a distant past – an old shawl, some favourite poems of my mother, a silver broach, the sepia brown photos of unknown grandparents – and there among the heirlooms and memories, one of our old colouring books, still with its' bright colours and poignant innocence. Feeling now the beautiful and hidden perfection of life and marveling at the long journey of the soul with its' many selves and guises; peering intently at the colours I had used, trying to understand how far I might have come; how far I might have to go to reach journey's end. Here, back at my own starting point I remembered once again the words from Elliot's poem, and how the end of all our exploring will be <em>"to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time... Through the unknown, remembered gate when the last of earth left to discover is that which was the beginning..."</em></p>
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How grateful I am to all the teachers of my life whose knowledge has encouraged me along my way. How grateful I am to my own teacher, Sri Chinmoy, the brightest polestar in my life sky, who colours in my journey with the bright things of the soul and leads me through that doorway of spirit – the 'unknown, remembered gate' – on the great quest for <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Tales of Enlightenment</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<img alt="Diabatsu – 'The Great Buddha' at Kamakura" title="Diabatsu – 'The Great Buddha' at Kamakura" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/kamakura_buddha.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a>, looking out across the great sweep of tidal flats and water that stretched out beneath an immense vault of blue sky.</p>
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For some months I had been soaking up the little gold nuggets of Zen Buddhist teachings and now, beguiled by a soothing breeze and the calm emptiness of sky and sea, I began to feel some otherworldly, existential joy stirring deep inside me. It was an inner ecstasy, a glimpse of the soul's delight and its freedom from all of the things of this world, and I hunkered down in the warm sand and the afternoon sun to wait for this great joy to engulf me entirely. Seated in some absolute stillness – a frail monk peering into eternity – I watched as out of the matrix of silence, the beautiful pageantry of life unfolded – the simultaneity of a million events, lives, causes, all interconnected in the river of being and time. High up against the blue sea birds crossed the sky then vanished into the void, the sounds of the waves lapping very quietly, a soft persistent cadence. Ego, mind, body all fell away – I felt I was only spirit, enraptured in my new-found oneness with all of life.</p>
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<img alt="White Swan" title="White Swan – representing Realisation" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/white_swan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.</p>
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And years later as well, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>'s lovely words would validate my experience when, in response to someone's question <em>"When will I <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">realise God</a>?"</em> he replied; "How do you know that you have not realised God? Everybody here <em>has</em> realised God. But there is something called conscious realisation of God and something called unconscious realisation of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>. Unconscious realisation you already have – now you have to realise God consciously."
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<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> then tempered these reassuring observations with a final delightful proviso. <em>"There is an earthly calendar and there is a Heavenly calendar. In terms of Heavenly time, you will realise God very soon. In terms of earthly time, perhaps you will have to wait for a few more years."</em>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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Related Links</h3>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ak-50" title=" Realisation, Animal Kingdom – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Swan: Realisation</a></li>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C5%8Dtoku-in" title="The Great Buddha, Kotoku-in – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">The Great Buddha</a> and pictures of the <a href="http://www.tabblo.com/studio/stories/view/424596/?nextnav=tag&amp;tag=buddha" title="Great Buddha (Diabatsu), Kamakura – October 2007 | Tabblo.com – a place to create stories with your photos">Great Buddha (<em>Diabatsu</em>), Kamakura</a></li>
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<h2>Notes From A Diary - August 2004</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Experiences and impressions while visiting <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> in New York.</p>
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<img alt="New York, New York" title="Flying over New York, New York..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/manhattan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><strong>Midsummer in New York.</strong> Our small contingent of runners from the <a href="https://nz.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team in New Zealand</a> are about to touch down at JFK Airport for two weeks of races, musical performances, meditations, even an amateur circus! Out of the plane window the evening lights and urban canyons of Manhattan recede away along famous avenues into haze, then we're banking across sprawling suburbs, sweeps of ocean, then touchdown. The baggage carousel is dotted with familiar faces from our global family – 1,000 students of spiritual teacher <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>, drawn from over 40 countries are converging on New York to compete in our annual <a href="https://us.srichinmoyraces.org/events/marathon-rockland" title="The Self-Transcendence Marathon | Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, New York">Self-Transcendence Marathon</a>.</p>
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Now my host and long-time local friend bundles me into his car and I'm whisked along a busy expressway into a quiet street in Queens, home for the next fortnight – then sleep, much needed after the 22 hour journey from Auckland.</p>
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Friday, August 25th</h3>
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<strong>Marathon day!</strong> My alarm clock sounds at 4am after 3 hours of light sleep and I wander a few blocks through the empty streets to join others for the one and a half hour ride upstate. At dawn we disembark sleepily from a convoy of ageing yellow buses – before us now a calm lake, three miles in circumference, oak-fringed and dotted with small groups of waterfowl. <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> arrives, climbs slowly onto a small dais at race start. Against a backdrop of still trees he stands quietly in <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" title="Meditation in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">meditation</a>, bringing to the excitement of our 900 strong field of runners a sudden quiet, an intensity of purpose, a sense of sacred journey. We all know the trials that are to come and the silence that has now fallen is not a perfunctory one, a mere absence of voices, but a drawing to the fore in each of us of the inner resources, the power and grace of spirit.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy and marathon start" title="Sri Chinmoy meditates before the marathon start" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/2004_race_start.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />For this pastoral scene with it's pleasant vistas of water and shady canopies of green boughs will soon go unnoticed as the miles of the marathon take their toll. Once past the limits of our training and preparation, we will each confront our private demons of failing body, mind or will – and then attempt to transcend these in our striving to excel.</p>
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Seated race-side in a low chair, Sri Chinmoy watches us run by, pride, love, concern and encouragement in his face – I love this recurring encounter and my steps quicken each lap as I see and pass by this inspirational figure and feel his silent blessing, the huge force of his relentless spirit. His words ring in my heart, a mantra of self-transcendence – <em>"There are no limits to our capacity because we each have the infinite Divine within us."</em> Undertrained, I am spent by 20 miles and now begins my own test of character and grit.</p>
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Yet it is here at the very limits of body, mind and will that the gateway into another world lies open, beckons, a world beyond the everyday comforts which so constrain the flight of spirit. At this intersection of self and Self, man and God, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">body and soul</a>, where flesh cries out to spirit and the finite touches the infinite, here it is that we peer into a mystic realm and glimpse the deeper capacities within us, a region where inner power and cosmic energy can be accessed and revive a failing body.</p>
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Now at journey's end, people are cheering and clapping each runner and I wobble over the finish line – someone places cell salts and a drink in my hand and I lie on the grass in a cocoon of gratitude and relief, staring up into a great vault of blue sky. I am reminded of the Chinese proverb: <em>"Every treasure is guarded by dragons"</em> and now the marathon behind me and dragons banished, the treasure of a quiet jubilation fills my heart.</p>
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Later at an evening function, showered and sumptuously fed, we all pass by a microphone and announce our marathon times – some have taken an epic seven hours to complete the 42 kilometres but Sri Chinmoy treats first and last alike, appreciating the winners prowess and dedication as much as applauding the unflagging determination and will of those last to finish. That night we all sleep like babies.</p>
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August 27</h3>
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Today is Sri Chinmoy's birthday, a high point in our lives and always a day to remember. We are invited down, country by country to file past the seated Master and I slip into a long procession as we slowly shuffle forward. Thirteen hundred people are here, the men in white – thankfully, for the temperature is rising – the women in a bright multitude of colours and wearing saris on this special occasion, a traditional garment honouring the sacredness of spirituality itself.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy meditating" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_meditation.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In the absolute silence of this <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> we are stilling our minds, summoning our deepest receptivity, preparing ourselves for this moment when our hunger for happiness, freedom, enlightenment, grace – whatever aspiration each of us has and brings – is seen, responded to, perhaps fulfilled in this encounter with a true man of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>. <em>"A moment with the Beloved"</em> goes the proverb, <em>"and the river changes it's course"</em>. Yes, the beatitude of a compassionate glance, the capacity of a genuine <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Master</a> to remove the karmic fetters and obstructions of millennia – the <em>samskaras</em> spoken of in the Buddhist texts – can change the course of a life in a fleeting moment. We all know this and bring to the solemnity and sacredness of this occasion our highest sincerity and aspiration.</p>
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Now suddenly I am looking into the eyes, the face, the extraordinary beauty of a human consciousness that has merged entirely with God and gone, quite simply, beyond all human comprehension. Inside my mind, like a bell, I hear the vedic mantra <em>Tat twam asi</em> – 'That thou art' – or what I have within, or what I shall become. The thought is comforting and looking for what seems like an age into the calm and loving eyes – eyes that see into every part of my being – I try to feel that in Sri Chinmoy I am seeing the highest possibility of myself. Yes, to see in another the highest flowering of the Divine is to more fully understand the final end of one's own life quest. Beyond all book knowledge, all speculation, all discussion, there, in front of you, a face steeped in God, a being at the end of all journeying, at the summit height of all striving. Deeply moved I slowly walk away, feeling inside me the lovely benediction of the Master's lingering smile and with it the promise of my own liberation. One day, yes, we too shall fulfill our promise to <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">realise and reveal God</a> on earth.</p>
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2pm – Lunch is served</h3>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy playing a sitar" title="Sri Chinmoy playing a sitar" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_sitar.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Platters of Indian curry, rice, mango lassi and delicious sweets. And now a lovely concert, with Sri Chinmoy performing on sitar, esraj and piano. These solo performances invite audiences beyond a merely passive entertainment into an interactive oneness where performer and listener are co-participants in something they each help to create. Here the outpouring of a music saturated with the serene consciousness of meditation, offered to an audience willingly still in mind and open of heart, creates an energy and a force for inner peace that is tangible But <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/" title="Radio Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy's music</a> is also known for it's wonderful revelations of power – and this afternoon we would witness this firsthand. Seated in front of a grand piano Sri Chinmoy paused as though awaiting or invoking a higher force. Watching, I felt a moments profound admiration at the extraordinary inner poise that he clearly had – and would need – to perform a twenty minute spontaneous <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/articles/piano" title="Sri Chinmoy's Piano Improvisation | The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas">piano improvisation</a> in front of 1,300 people, with absolutely nothing other than God-reliance as his guide. Sri Chinmoy himself would simply be an instrument and the music flowing through him would come from a higher world. Like the wind passing through an empty flute, or the sap rising up into the branches of a tree, he would simply convey a current of sound, energy and beauty as a channel of the Divine. Face still, body upright and full of a calm repose he began to play, hands flying over the keys in a cascade of sound. Resounding chords and sweeping arpeggios followed moments of sublime and barely audible sweetness – fingers, arms, elbows, fists were used, thundering away in glorious abandonment in an unfettered fountain of creativity. He was brushing aside the constraints and conventions of Western music and dazzling us with a demonstration of an absolute freedom from all form, all mind. This was pure creativity, music flowing directly from the Source.</p>
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That night, some beautiful tributes from world leaders are read out honouring Sri Chinmoy's birthday and his forty years of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/" title="Service | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">service</a> in the West. Many are profoundly moving and show a deep appreciation of this most remarkable of lives.</p>
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<img alt="Students meditating at Aspiration-Ground" title="Students meditating at Aspiration-Ground, New York" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/students.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The days fly by – there is a sense of existing in some dimension of time that is not of this world, existing in a haven of spiritual energy and light created by the aspiration of a thousand seekers and the grace of a single illumined master. We feel too a sense of urgency and velocity – two intense weeks here can offer the benefits and progress that only many years of meditation and unguided effort might yield on one's own. And such a blend of modernity – sports, fitness, activity, dynamism – with ancient disciplines – prayer, chanting, a bhakti's focused devotion to the goal, a striving in meditation's silence to more fully unveil the secrets of the soul.</p>
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Now departure day arrives and van loads of Sri Chinmoy's students are vanishing out to regional airports and dispersing across the globe to far-away, often remote cities, to lives rooted in other customs. How strong the sense of unity amidst this multiplicity of faces, languages, cultures. For we are a family in spirit and the bonds that join us so often run deeper than those of physical kinship or propinquity. We share the same commitment to the ageless quest that lies at the heart of all human life and raises it up above the ordinary into the realm of the sacred – the quest for God realisation. <em>"There is my life"</em> wrote novelist Lawrence Durrell, <em>"and there is the life of my life."</em> Yes, this journey of awakening is the life of our lives. Leaving the Aspiration Ground for the last time to catch my own flight home, I do not say goodbye to anyone. My Indian cab driver tells me a joke and I ask him "Do you know Sri Chinmoy, he is from your country?" He replies "Oh yes, Guru Chinmoy, he is the great saint from India. It is good to have him in our midst."</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Soul Birds Take Flight</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<em>This article was originally published by an art magazine in New Zealand. The art reviewer that came to visit our exhibition of Sri Chinmoy's artwork and music was very taken with the beauty and serenity of the gallery.</em></p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy's Soul Birds" title="Sri Chinmoy's Soul Birds" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/crayon_soul_birds.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The bright blue door that I had been given directions to in Central Auckland had only a simple gold sign on the door – Jharna Kala Gallery – and I opened it and climbed the two flights of stairs to this latest and most unusual of Auckland's many galleries. Artist <a href="http://dhiraja.srichinmoycentre.org/main-barnaby_mcbryde" title="The Homepage of Barney McBryde">Barnaby McBryde</a> had described the paintings and drawings I was about to view as "a mammoth and magnificent accomplishment for world harmony" and I was intrigued!</p>
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Upstairs I stepped into a large, brightly lit room – varnished wooden floors, the gentle sounds of a flute and on the pale blue walls one of the most extraordinary collections of artwork I had ever seen. These were a selection of avian images from the pen of mystic artist and recent <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> visitor <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, whose huge legacy of many thousand acrylic paintings and – brace yourselves – several million pen and ink bird sketches forms one of the most prolific and monumental achievements in modern art.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy drawing Soul-Birds" title="Sri Chinmoy drawing large Soul-Birds" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_drawing_birds.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />"<em>Jharna Kala</em>," my host explained, "means 'fountain art' in Bengali – a spontaneous creative flow arising out of an inner stillness." I was reminded of the 'no-mind' meditative brush strokes of the Zen monk calligraphers, the moment of insight and inspiration rapidly captured and never retouched. On the gallery walls a selection of some 10,000 of <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/kedar/album141/" title="Jharna-Kala Objects | Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries">Sri Chinmoy's charming bird sketches</a> were arrayed – some in flight, some in repose – each depicting the imagery and choreography of the human soul. They ranged in size from tiny miniatures, materialising on the page with a calm lyrical sweep of the pen, to large canvases rich with bright vibrant colours. The ink strokes were those of a master hand, deftly captured soul birds each with its own personality, hovering alone or in harmonious groups in an inner sky.</p>
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For centuries, I was told, the bird image has appeared in both eastern and western art as a symbol of the flight towards liberation, happiness and freedom that lies at the heart of human life. Quotations from Sri Chinmoy's own comments on his art reinforced this perception:</p>
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"Birds have a very special significance; they embody freedom. We see a bird flying in the sky, and it reminds us of our own inner freedom. Inside each of us there is an inner existence we call the soul. The soul, like a bird, flies in the sky of Infinity. The birds we see flying in the sky remind us of our own soul-bird flying in the sky of Infinity. While looking at the birds, feel that you yourself are a bird; you are your soul-bird flying in the sky of infinite light, infinite peace and infinite bliss."</blockquote>
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<img alt="Soul-Birds" title="Sri Chinmoy's Soul-Birds" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/soul_birds.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Sri Chinmoy's vast body of creative works is unified by an underlying spiritual theme; the artist believes it is the blossoming of our <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/" title="Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spirituality</a> and the oneness-wisdom-goodness of the human heart that hold the keys to a better, brighter future for all mankind.</p>
<p>
At the end of my slow perambulation around the gallery I am beginning to feel a smile on my face and can feel unmistakably that I have been touched and charmed by this mystical inner universe, where avian landscapes so perfectly capture the soul's inner freedom and joy. This exhibition is truly delightful and moves the very heart with its simplicity, joyfulness and beauty.</p>
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At the door I read through a comment sheet from others who – in other such galleries both around New Zealand and on six continents – have shared this same experience. There are inspired remarks from two of our former Prime Ministers, a handful of city mayors, several sports celebrities and a raft of global leaders and statesmen. Clearly <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Art">Sri Chinmoy's art</a> has touched a universal chord.</p>
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Leaving, I pause to read a last comment from this most humble of artists, <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> himself:</p>
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"These birds will be able to offer happiness to each and every human being – conscious happiness, illumining happiness and fulfilling happiness. The joy, the ecstasy, the delight they have and they are have a free access to each and every human being's heart."</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Notes From A Diary – April 2004</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
Experiences and impressions while visiting <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> in New York.</p>
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5:20 am</h3>
<p>
<img alt="Jamaica in the snow..." title="Jamaica, NY, in the snow..." class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/ny_snow.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The first alarm clock goes off in the darkness and people begin to stir. There are 13 of us staying in this small New York house in Jamaica, Queens and space is at a premium. So is the hot water – enough for only ten showers – and outside it's been snowing. The prospect of a cold shower inspires much good-natured rivalry and beds are quickly emptied – then the stillness of the 6am <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> descends upon the house. Now candles one by one are lighting the darkness and the fragrance of incense fills the air – in their individual circles of light the disciples begin the morning meditation, indistinguishable black silhouettes illumined against the candle flames. In a two-mile radius of this New York street some 800 visiting disciples of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> are also beginning their day, drawn from over fifty countries to the wintering streets of this often daunting city to benefit from the presence of this great living <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master, The Master and the Disciple – Books by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Master</a>. <em>'A moment with the Beloved,'</em> goes the saying, <em>'and the river changes it's course.'</em></p>
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<a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> will also be meditating and probably has been most of the night – the thought is comforting, as of some infinitely loving being watching over his children and extending to the whole of humanity an unfathomable and divine concern.</p>
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7:00 am</h3>
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After meditation I run 3 miles with two Australian friends, navigating the icy, sleeping suburbs and a gauntlet of snowballs from other disciples. The outer running cultivates dynamism, well-being and clarity of mind. It expedites the inner running, the urge towards progress and a final promising liberation or enlightenment. There is an exhilarating sprint finish, more snowballs and playfulness – some New Zealanders from our <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Auckland Centre</a> have found their way onto an overhead balcony and in concealment launch a fusillade of snowballs, scoring some direct hits. We are forced to retreat into our local diner, <a href="https://www.yelp.com/biz/smile-of-the-beyond-jamaica-4" title="Smile of The Beyond | Yelp.com">The Smile of The Beyond</a>, already jammed with disciples and steamy with warmth and food smells.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy in the Golden Boat" title="Sri Chinmoy in the Golden Boat" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_goldenboat.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Overhead on the wall some lines from one of <a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Poetry">Sri Chinmoy's poems</a> which inspired the name of this restaurant catch my eye: <em>'His smile is the fragrance of the Soul. His smile is the Smile of the Beyond.'</em> Already it feels good to be here, a sense of coming home.</p>
<h3>9:30 am</h3>
<p>
The sun is out, bright and cold, and the streets are turning to slush. Anticipating spring, squirrels are materialising everywhere in the high overhead boughs, scampering and leaping across impossible spaces in games of aerial pursuit. Down below on the Aspiration Ground – once an outdoor tennis court but now a place devoted solely to spiritual practicessuch as singing and meditation – Sri Chinmoy has taken a seat inside a small motorised cart framed in the shape of a Golden Boat. Built by his New Zealand students and transported piece by piece to New York, the charming miniaturised replica boat is a gift honouring Sri Chinmoy's 40 years of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/" title="Service | Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">service to mankind</a>. The boat is an apt metaphor of the inner, spiritual boat (the Path), of the Boatman (the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/what_is_a_guru" title="What is a Guru? | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Guru</a>), and of the journey across life's ocean to the shores of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God-realisation</a>.</p>
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Eyes half closed in a meditative trance, the Boatman steers his Golden Boat in calm, slow sweeps, circling the court and summoning a profound stillness. Eight hundred people silently observe and meditate. Such moments when the seeker's aspiration and the Master's inner guidance intersect offer rare opportunities for breakthrough <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> experiences – the Aspiration Ground is almost breathless in a silent intensity of purpose.</p>
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1:00 pm</h3>
<p>
<img alt="Sri Chinmoy meditating" title="Sri Chinmoy meditating" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/sri_chinmoy_meditating.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In this early afternoon Sri Chinmoy calls us down from our seats to form three long lines in front of him – this is a walking meditation, always a high-point in our visits to New York. Each column of disciples is to choose one song and to sing this aloud as we slowly file past the seated master. The mantric song-chants and the slow meditative pace of the walking generate a sense of sacred ritual – and the Master's searching, momentary concentration on each of his disciples as they slowly file by inspires in each an intense, mounting aspiration. Here the timeless and hallowed <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/questions_answers/disciple_master" title="The Disciple-Master Relationship | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Guru-disciple relationship</a> reaches its penultimate expression – for these moments where Sri Chinmoy meditates on the soul of each disciple expedite our development and progress to an unimaginable degree.</p>
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The hot afternoon sun and the shuffling procession of feet are now stirring up a thin, grey dust – looking down at my brown feet in their tattered sandals, I am reminded suddenly of the dust and heat of some other place and time, the image floating up and tugging at the edges of memory, an ever so faint echo from some irretrievable past. We were seekers from some timeless inner landscape and I could feel my soul's memory of the long centuries spent in the search for enlightenment and the quest for God. Captivated by this feeling I was stumbling in the wake of the singers, body barely upright, intoning the mantric cadences of song and the words of the immortal melody <em>'Dak eseche, dak eseche – call has come, call has come, Lord Supreme's call.'</em></p>
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Some were singing with great power, the song a war-cry, others were whispering, as though barely able to speak. We were embodiments of the eternal seeker, the quest for God which lies at the heart of all human experience – and the moment evoked the timeless quest for self-knowledge, enacted in a thousand dusty ashrams, temples, places of pilgrimage everywhere where the spirit of man is awakening.</p>
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Then a long AUM sounded from Sri Chinmoy and our voices, one by one, fell silent. Reluctant to forsake my meditative tranquility and utter detachment from body and mind I sat on a nearby bench, eyes closed. It had been a lovely finish to my week with my teacher.</p>
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3:00 pm</h3>
<p>
Later, prior to my departure for the airport, Sri Chinmoy invites those who are leaving today to file by, and we walk past the smiling, reclining figure for a last valedictory blessing. I like this wordless and unsentimental farewell, reminding us that for a God-realised Master there is no separation. <em>"In true oneness,"</em> Sri Chinmoy once said, <em>"there is no coming or going, no giving or receiving."</em> Armed with the knowledge and feeling that the Guru and disciple are always together and one, I leave for the airport. My new journey will outwardly take me to the farthest end of the world but inwardly is simply another step in the fulfilment of the soul's promise to serve God.</p>
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Later</h3>
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<img alt="The Rockies and the Colorado River" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/articles/articles_images/rockies.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />35,000 feet above the snow drenched mountains of Colorado. I jot down the opening lines of a poem I might someday write, but doze before much comes out. The words sprawl lazily across my notebook, then trail off the page as sleep comes...</p>
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SOMETIMES...</h3>
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Sometimes I feel like a slingshot, hurled,<br/>
Flung far into the void.<br/>
At last come to rest on some distant shore.<br/>
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Sometimes I feel like a banner unfurled,<br/>
Hoisted aloft, heraldic,<br/>
Your victory to proclaim in some distant war.<br/>
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Sometimes I feel like a child, curled,<br/>
Asleep in your arms, Beloved<br/>
Dreaming of promises made I can't ignore<br/>
Hearing You say "Awake! You must do more!"<br/>
Dreaming of promises made in lives before...</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>A Spiritual Lion Comes Again</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<em>An article written for an Auckland Indian community newspaper in 1989 prior to Sri Chinmoy's visit to New Zealand later that year.</em></p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy meditating" title="Sri Chinmoy – a man of prayerful meditation and a student of peace" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_chinmoy.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Members of Auckland's Indian community will be delighted at the prospect of a visit to New Zealand this year by one of India's most remarkable spiritual Masters, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</p>
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58-year-old Sri Chinmoy has been compared to <a href="http://www.writespirit.net/wp-content/cache/supercache/www.writespirit.net/authors/swami-vivekananda/biography-swami-vivekananda//" title="Swami Vivekananda | WriteSpirit.net">Swami Vivekananda</a>, who brought the message of India's spirituality to the 1893 <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_World's_Religions" title="Parliament of the World's Religions – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Parliament of the World's Religions</a> in the United States. Both were children of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bengal" title="Bengal – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Bengal</a>, both <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kshatriya" title="Kshatriya – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Kshatriyas</a>, both spiritual warriors and both expatriates who embodied and spread India's priceless spiritual wisdom around the world.</p>
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If Swami Vivekananda planted the seed of India's spirituality in the West, then perhaps it can be said that <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> has tilled the soil and is nurturing the garden, spreading and teaching the same precepts as his peer and predecessor.</p>
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<a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> first <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand" title="Sri Chinmoy in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy, New Zealand">visited New Zealand</a> in 1987, when he offered a <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy in Concert">Peace Concert </a> of his own compositions to a capacity crowd at Auckland's Logan Campbell Centre. He also performed on the <a href="http://aucklandorgan.org.nz/" title="Auckland Town Hall Organ">Auckland Town Hall pipe organ</a>, and listeners were spellbound by his inspirational masterpieces which left a deep and meditative silence in the Town Hall before the standing ovation that followed. A creative genius whose 7000 compositions to date have all flowed from the silence of meditation, Sri Chinmoy offers his music as an experience of inner peace.</p>
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His works of art – entitled <em><a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Art">Jharna-Kala</a></em> or 'fountain-art' – are also meditative in origin and of profuse variety and number, some 140,000 exhibits that again offer a glimpse into the higher, serene worlds of consciousness.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy's dedication to outer peace has resulted this year in a flood of tributes from the international community – an acknowledgement of 25 years of self-offering to humanity – and won him the title of the <em>20th Century’s First Global Man.</em></p>
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Plans for Sri Chinmoy's 1990 visit to Auckland and Wellington are well underway and members of New Zealand's Indian community will again have the opportunity to hear and see one of their country's most remarkable spiritual giants.</p>
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<em>"Wherever there is aspiration,"</em> Sri Chinmoy has said <em>"there I must go."</em></p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy’s 74 Flute Concert</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
The following is a short article written for the New Zealand based international flute magazine <a href="http://www.flutefocus.com/" title="Flute Focus – a resource for flute players">Flute Focus</a> in 2005.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy playing one of 74 flutes" title="Sri Chinmoy playing one of 74 flutes" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_chinmoy_74flutes.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Meditation</a> master and musician-composer <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> celebrated his 74th birthday last August with a number of unusual accomplishments. In addition to an epic outdoor concert featuring performances on 74 pianos – a grueling three hours long but a sheer delight to over 1,000 guests and students from some 45 countries – Sri Chinmoy also played next day on a total of 74 flutes.</p>
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The accomplished flautist who often performs on a number of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> made instruments had assembled over 90 flutes for the occasion, mostly sent by students who in various parts of the world had heard of this project and wished to support it.</p>
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Surrounded by an amazing and colourful array of multifarious flutes – wooden flutes, ceramic flutes, metallic flutes of all shapes, colours and sizes – <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> played each for several minutes in a second marathon concert. In the following days, he also sang 74 of his own songs written in his native Bengali language, and some 200 songs written in English.</p>
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A <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand" title="Sri Chinmoy in New Zealand | Sri Chinmoy, New Zealand">four time New Zealand visitor</a> who has enchanted audiences here with his <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy in Concert">free concerts of meditative music</a>, Sri Chinmoy has amassed an enormous musical legacy of more than 18,000 <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Songs">published songs</a>, offering these to countless people globally in over 700 concerts dedicated to world harmony.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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Related Links:</h3>
<ul>
<li><a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/music_by_sri_chinmoy" title="Music by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Music by Sri Chinmoy</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.srichinmoymusic.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Music">Sri Chinmoy Music</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/" title="Radio Sri Chinmoy">Radio Sri Chinmoy</a></li>
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<h2>Ultra Races and Guinness Records</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
The following is an article written for a New Zealand athletics magazine in 2005.</p>
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The <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> has had a good year. 30,000 Kiwi school kids participated in the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> leg of the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team sponsored <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/nz/" title="World Harmony Run, New Zealand">World Harmony Run</a>, a 70 nation torch relay dedicated to fostering international friendship through sport, and up and down the country everyone's looking forward to a bigger and better 2006 version next May. And <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland" title="Auckland – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland</a> members earlier travelled to New York to help in one the worlds most gruelling and mind-boggling sports events, the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team's <a href="https://3100.srichinmoyraces.org/">, an event he calls 'gluggling'. During his first attempt a tiny parrot fish kept biting him on the nose – distracted, he dropped a ball at 16 minutes and had to start again!</a></p>
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Some of Ashrita's other records include the fastest mile pushing an orange with his nose; the longest time balancing on a Swiss ball (3 hours, 30 minutes); the fastest mile on a pogo stick; and the most milk crates ever balanced on anyone's chin! Oh, and don't forget he balanced a milk bottle on his head continuously for 81 miles of race-walking; pogosticked up the 1,900 steps of Toronto's CN Tower; somersaulted the entire twelve and a quarter mile length of Paul Revere's ride in Massachusetts; and had to be helped off the Oprah Winfrey Show by paramedics when he consumed on camera some of the world's hottest chilli peppers.</p>
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In Auckland the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team hosted New Zealand's national 24 hour track race at the Millennium Stadium – two competitors joined an elite race-walkers global fraternity, the Centurion's Club, exceeding the entry qualifying distance of 100 miles within 24 hours. And in Canberra, aided by some of our Kiwi team, the <a href="https://au.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, Australia">Australian Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> organised three of the biggest triathlons in the southern hemisphere, including the gruelling three day Ultra-Triathlon in which competitors complete a 15 km swim, 400 km cycle leg, and 100 km run!</p>
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In New York, Marathon Team founder <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, 74 years old and still incredibly strong, met world marathon champions Paul Tergat (2:04:55), Paula Radcliffe (2:15:25) and Tegla Loroupe (2:20:43) and presented each with a special award honouring their achievements in running. Sri Chinmoy has long maintained that a human being will some day complete a sub two hour marathon! - and believes that the main barrier is not a physical but a spiritual one.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy Lifting 740lb and Wristcurling 256lb" title="Sri Chinmoy Lifting 740lb and Wristcurling 256lb" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_chinmoy_lifting.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Athletes have long known of the relationship between <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/body_mind_spirit" title="Body-Mind-Spirit | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">mind-body-spirit</a> in sporting success – the principle of holistics – and practitioners of yoga, <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> and multi-day sports events have for centuries explored this principle to gain an edge and transcend their physical limitations. Recently <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> attracted renewed interest and attention in the mind-body connection with several astonishing feats of his own. He hoisted two huge dumbbells weighing 740lbs overhead from their cradle on a custom-built exercise machine, then went on to wrist curl – 10 times with each arm – a record 256lb dumbbell.</p>
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<em>"Out of all the weightlifters and champion bodybuilders I have seen,"</em> respected weightlifting authority and Mr Olympia Contest Chairman Wayne DeMilia commented, <em>"Sri Chinmoy is the only one I have ever seen wrist curl a 200 pound dumbbell."</em> And Jim Smith, Registrar of the British Amateur Weight Lifters Association said, <em>"The strongest men in the world are seeing that a 74-year-old man is curling with one arm much more than twice the weight that the world's best bodybuilders and weightlifters can curl with two arms."</em></p>
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Why does Sri Chinmoy bother to lift these super-heavy weights at what he describes as 'the ripe old age of 74'? In his own words:</p>
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"What I wish to show by these feats of strength is that prayer and meditation can definitely increase one's outer capacities. I hope that by doing this I will be able to inspire many people to pray and meditate sincerely as part of their regular daily routine... The physical body has to become a pure and perfect instrument of the spirit. I am doing these lifts with the physical body, but the strength and power are coming from within – from an inner source."</blockquote>
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Sri Chinmoy's recent weightlifting achievements encourage us not to grow old, to dare to tackle new challenges, to believe in our own unlimited potential – the fullness in life, he tell us, is in dreaming and manifesting the impossible dreams.
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Sri Chinmoy – Into The Unknown</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
The following is an article that was written in 1990.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy 120lb Two Arm Lift" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy 120lb Two Arm Lift" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_chinmoy_120lb_2arm.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It is a few minutes before 5.30am. The Indian meditation teacher <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> quietly walks into his light blue living room which, strewn with barbells and weightlifting machines, looks more like a gym.</p>
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After several minutes of prayer and meditation the 75-year-old spiritual master positions himself beneath two giant dumbbells suspended from metal frames, each one equivalent to his own body weight of 150 pounds.</p>
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Grasping a dumbbell in each hand, he pauses again, drawing upon inner reserves beyond the physical before straining upwards against their combined weight. A loud, humming groan accompanies his effort, as, freed from gravity the dumbbells rise up into the air.</p>
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After holding the weights aloft for five seconds, he lets them return to their metal harness – a loud clang bounces off the walls before the room returns to silence.</p>
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This latest recent effort represents a further attempt by <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> to demonstrate that mind and spirit can move mountains.</p>
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"Physical energy has only one source and that source is spiritual energy. As long as we remain conscious only of the body, we are not aware of this. But when we go deep within through <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/meditation" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a>, we see that spiritual energy is the source of physical, vital and mental energy," says Sri Chinmoy of his remarkable effort.</p>
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"What I have done in weightlifting offers a golden opportunity for people who remain only in the body and do not care for the spiritual to see what can be done on the physical plane by virtue of the spiritual. And people who have spiritual awareness, who practice prayer and meditation-life, will see how spirituality can become part and parcel of physical activity."</p>
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This synthesis of outer fitness and inner search is present throughout the teachings and activities of the spiritual Master, sports philosopher and master athlete, <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>. The qualities needed to attain a difficult physical goal are the same ones needed for the training of the spirit. We all have unlimited potential, he says. To bring these capacities to the fore, we need faith, discipline and the determination never, never to give up.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy is unique among Eastern <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Masters</a> in emphasising the importance of sports in the <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/what-is-spirituality/what_is_the_spiritual_life" title="What is the spiritual life? | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spiritual life</a>. His yoga encompasses not only profound mystical philosophy, but also physical fitness, a full acceptance of ordinary life, a vision for world harmony, and a deep involvement in <a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Poetry">poetry</a>, <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Art">art</a> and <a href="https://www.srichinmoymusic.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Music">music</a>.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy finishing a race" class="left lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy finishing a race" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri_chinmoy_finishing.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The cornerstone of this yoga is the principle of aspiration – the urge to transcend, to reach for something higher and more fulfilling. This continual movement toward greater perfection, Sri Chinmoy believes, is the creative and energising force of the universe – the electrical current that runs <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/god_the_supreme/the_cosmic_game" title="The Cosmic Game | Sri Chinmoy Centre">God’s cosmic game</a>. Our purpose in life, he teaches, is to plug into this divine current and allow it to guide our lives so we can ultimately transform ourselves and the world.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy is not a mere philosopher, he's a living philosophy, for if nothing else, he practices what he preaches. To see him struggling along with his students in a 26-mile marathon, or the 47-mile ultra-marathon he holds each year on his birthday, is convincing proof that this master is one with his followers.</p>
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His international <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a>, which now sponsors more than 500 races a year, is more than a classy running club. It's one of the flagships of his spiritual vision. It's motto – <em>Run and become. Become and run. Run to succeed in the outer world. Become to proceed in the inner world</em> – is a call to both body and spirit to strive for something beyond themselves, a personal best on the race course and in life as well.</p>
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This athletic view of life, with its constant drive for self-transcendance, finds its consummate expression in Sri Chinmoy himself. During the 24 years he has lived in the U.S. he has written more <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Library">1000 books</a> of spiritual poetry, plays, stories and philosophical essays, composed several thousand devotional songs and completed some 250,000 paintings and drawings – visions, he says of higher worlds he has experienced during meditation.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy attributes all of his accomplishments to God's Grace: speaking of his recent weightlifting he commented:</p>
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"Great champions are of the opinion that 70 to 75 percent of weightlifting is mental preparation. But in my case, 100 percent is due to God's Grace and God's Compassion. Without my prayer-life and meditation-life, I am sure I could not lift more than 60 pounds."</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Running with the Torch in New Zealand</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<em>This article was written in 1993 following the New Zealand leg of the World Harmony Run that year.</em></p>
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On Sunday evening incoming black clouds cover the Waitakere Ranges west of Auckland, hinting at rain, but on Monday morning the sky is clear for the beginning of the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/nz/" title="World Harmony Run, New Zealand">World Harmony Run in New Zealand</a>.</p>
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We have planned a three-day <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland" title="Auckland – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland</a> wide relay, then three days of regional runs through each of the four largest cities to the South. Final destination – <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wellington" title="Wellington – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Wellington</a>; our capital and southernmost point of World Harmony Run '93.</p>
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<img alt="Precious McKenzie" title="Precious McKenzie" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/precious_mckenzie.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /><a href="http://www.preciousmckenzie.co.nz/" title="Precious McKenzie – M.B.E.">Precious McKenzie</a>, power-lifting legend, meets us at our opening ceremony in Manukau, where 600 children stand to cheer the diminutive local hero. In this southern city, with its alliance of Polynesian, Maori and European New Zealand cultures, the issue of peace has immediate relevance. A household name, Precious gives the Harmony Run's theme of oneness a solid credibility.</p>
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Bald-headed for many years, Precious points with friendly irreverence to the equally bald headmaster and claims that they share the same barber. Everywhere there is laughter, smiling faces, smiling eyes. As he talks and jokes the barriers are tumbling down and we are dissolving into an easy familiarity. He is reaching out with his heart and offering the message of the Harmony Run in a powerful and memorable way.</p>
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Day two calls for a hectic tour of twelve schools in West Auckland. There are relay races, cultural items and songs; posters and banners are displayed, and the torch is touched by thousands of small hands.</p>
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A national children's TV show sends a camera crew and celebrity presenter along for a whole day. The programme will be seen by most of the country's youth, appropriately, for tomorrow's harmony grows in the hearts of today's children.</p>
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Our celebrities bring something unique and fresh to the Harmony Run, a special way of touching the children and making the message of the relay accessible and grounded in real life. The children know and love these faces from their favourite soaps and dramas – and here they are in person, talking about the Harmony Run.</p>
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Actor Tom Kline from 'Shortland Street' invites 700 schoolchildren to close their eyes and to feel that peace is a light in their hearts. ‘Now offer this light to your friends, to everyone in the room, now to the kids in Sarajevo, kids in Russia, kids in Somalia, kids who have no homes, no parents, no love. Feel something for them. They're part of our family too.’</p>
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At first awkward, the kids are suddenly moved – the Harmony Run comes to life, its message clearly felt. They rush to hold the torch. TV sports commentator Darren Young gets the tougher kids to 'high-five' with the person next to him and make a new friend. Pandemonium reigns as 700 children slap hands. They'll remember the fun and laughter after the day is over and something else will be left too, a seed of understanding.</p>
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<img alt="The 1993 World Harmony Run team running in New Zealand" title="The 1993 World Harmony Run team running in New Zealand" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/harmony_runners.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />At the middle of the next day we reach the great volcanic plateau. Snow-covered wintering mountains rise up on the horizon, a vast blue lake stretches before us and on all sides are the pale blue, faraway silhouettes of further mountain ranges. Everyone wants to run with the torch across these beautiful landscapes and soon our whole team is out on the road.</p>
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Later that evening we learn that Wellington will become a <a href="http://www.peace.net.nz/index.php?pageID=60" title="Sri Chinmoy Peace Cities | The Peace Foundation">Sri Chinmoy Peace Capital</a> – the fourth in the world. It's one of many New Zealand cities that have been dedicated to peace and honours both the real contribution of the World Harmony Run to New Zealand and the vision of its founder, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, for whom peace is both a supreme reality and highest achievement.</p>
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It's a wonderful finale to our Harmony Run. We feel privileged to carry the torch for this emerging new world of peace and to be a part of the global Harmony Run with its supreme and timeless message.</p>
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Returning to Auckland, we stop by a mountain lake to enjoy the immense silence. There on a small sign we place our last Harmony Run aphorism where it flutters like a small, triumphant flag. Someone will read it.</p>
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Peace in the oneness-world-home is the supreme fulfillment of humanity's birthless and deathless promise to God.<br/>
    – <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Running for Peace</h2><div class="field-item"><p>It's mid-day in Auckland on a summer Thursday. The Domain grandstand, a popular landmark for local runners, has been transformed by a bright array of helium balloons. The Auckland Girls Grammar Schoo<a href="http://www.aggs.school.nz/" title="Auckland Girls Grammar School">l</a> band are belting out a succession of festive songs and a large body of lunchtime runners are warming up, out to do justice to a new mile circuit of the park.</p>
<p><img alt="The Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile, Auckland Domain, Auckland" class="right lazyload" title="The Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile, Auckland Domain, Auckland" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/akpmsign_01.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The occasion is the inauguration of New Zealand's first Peace Mile, an accurately measured one mile loop of the Domain which links Auckland with a network of over fifty Peace Mile cities worldwide, and focuses on the Olympic theme of athletics and world harmony.</p>
<p>The person after whom the Peace Mile is named has also arrived.</p>
<p>Smiling and composed despite an exhausting flight from New York, Sri Chinmoy mixes unobtrusively with local runners. He is the inspiration behind history’s longest running event, the recent 43,000k Peace Run, a relay spanning six continents and involving hundreds of thousands of athletes in eighty countries.</p>
<p>The director of the Peace Meditations at the United Nations in New York, Sri Chinmoy is also an internationally respected spiritual leader who has dedicated his life to world harmony. His international marathon team organises over 500 races each year worldwide and provides essential support to several major outside events.</p>
<p>Today Sri Chinmoy does not speak but rather, standing in a semi-circle of attentive runners, offers several minutes of silent meditation for the Peace Mile inauguration. It's an unusual moment and the silence is unexpectedly powerful.</p>
<p>Some well-known faces are present. Auckland's mayor, in high heels, confesses she has left her running shoes behind to avoid having to run! However Parks and Recreation director Barry Bonner, an enthusiastic supporter and architect of the Peace Mile concept, has left his suit at the office and is lining up for the inaugural one mile race. Richard Tout, NZ's record holder of 24 hours, 100 miles and 100k, is also there along with ultrarunner Sandy Barwick.</p>
<p>The Park Director now offers some reflections on the need to find inner peace, acknowledges Sri Chinmoy's unique contribution to athletics and world peace, and unveils the sign. There is generous applause and then silence as everyone reads the gold and green placard. <em>Try to be a runner</em> reads the quotation at the bottom, <em>and try all the time to surpass and go beyond all that is bothering you and standing in your way. Be a real runner so that ignorance, limitations and imperfections will all drop far behind you in the race.</em></p>
<p>Olympic canoeist Ian Ferguson starts the one and three mile races around the newly established loop, amid cheers from a large contingent of schoolchildren. New Zealand's first Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile is now fact.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy is unique among spiritual leaders in his belief that sport, particularly running, is an important 'personal growth' discipline, cultivating qualities which are important to the spiritual life he advocates.</p>
<p><img alt="View of the Auckland Domain" class="right lazyload" title="View of the Auckland Domain" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/akpmsign_02.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Running form two important disciplines practiced by his students – on the one hand developing physical wellbeing, strength and dynamism; and on the other, inner peace and poise, mental strength and inner capacities. A decathlon and sprint champion in his own youth, Sri Chinmoy then turned to weightlifting to help him overcome a chronic knee injury.</p>
<p>Inspired by their teacher's personal example, many of Sri Chinmoy's students have applied his philosophy of self-transcendence to their own field of endeavour – many have <a href="https://channel.srichinmoyraces.org/" title="Channel Swimming | Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team">swum the English Channel</a>, some hold national and international running records; one, <a href="https://www.ashrita.com/" title="Ashrita Furman – Mr Vesatility">Ashrita Furman</a>, holds over 100 current Guinness world records, itself a record for the most held by any person!</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy offered the following comments on competitive sport:</p>
<blockquote>"Our aim is not to become the world's best athlete. Our aim is to keep the body fit, to develop dynamism and to give the vital innocent joy. Our aim should not be to surpass others but to constantly surpass our own previous achievements. We cannot properly evaluate our own capacity unless we have some standard of comparison. Therefore, we compete not for the sake of defeating others but in order to bring forward our own capacity. Our best capacity comes forward only when there are other people around us. They inspire us to bring forward our utmost capacity, and we inspire them to bring forward theirs. This is why we have competitive sports. Our goal should be our own progress, and progress itself is the most illuminating experience."</blockquote>
<p>On the benefits of meditation for runners:</p>
<blockquote>"Through meditation we can develop intense will power, and this will power can help us do extremely well in our outer running. Meditation is stillness, calmness, quietness, while the running consciousness is all dynamism. The outer life, the outer movement, can be successful only when it comes from the inner poise. If there is no poise, then there can be no successful outer movement. Poise is an unseen power, and this unseen power is always ready to come to the aid of the outer runner."</blockquote>
<p>Sri Chinmoy's own running serves as a reminder that he is not just another armchair philosopher. A veteran of 21 marathons and also some ultra-marathons, Sri Chinmoy still participated in his students' races and followed an astonishing daily schedule of weight-training and workouts that leaves little time for rest, right up until his passing in 2007. At the Domain Sri Chinmoy jogs slowly around the new Peace Mile on his injured knee, a humble figure in a green tracksuit whose inspiration and talents have touched so many lives. One is reminded of his words to the first of his students to complete a marathon: "Now you see what is true for all human beings – we are all truly unlimited if only we dare to try and have faith . . . our goal is always to go beyond, beyond, beyond. There are no limits to our capacity because we each have the infinite Divine within us."</p>
<p><em>This article was originally written for a New Zealand running magazine following <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand/second_visit" title=" July 7-9, 1989 | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy's second visit to New Zealand</a> in 1989.</em></p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/media_articles/running_for_peace">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>An Advocate of Peace</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
<em>This article was written in 1990 following <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/sri_chinmoy_new_zealand/second_visit" title=" July 7-9, 1989 | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy's second visit to New Zealand</a> in 1989.</em></p>
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At a time when religious differences continue to create division and turmoil in areas of the world, it is refreshing to reflect upon the efforts of a recent <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> visitor who has done much to promote greater unity and global awareness among the world's religions.</p>
<p>
<img alt="Sri Chinmoy with Pope Paul VI and Pope John Paul II" title="Sri Chinmoy with Pope Paul VI and Pope John Paul II" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri-chinmoy-popes.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />He is a man who on three separate occasions met <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/kind_words/spiritual-religious/paul_vi" title="Pope Paul VI – Kind Words | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Pope Paul VI</a> at the Vatican and had a special friendship with the Pontiff; a composer of devotional music whose meetings with <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/kind_words/spiritual-religious/john_paul_ii" title="Pope John Paul II – Kind Words | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Pope John Paul II</a> inspired eleven songs using words spoken by the Holy Father; an author of over 1000 spiritual books and plays, including a life of Christ entitled <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/son" title="The Son – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">The Son</a>, which ran for two years in London and was hailed by Christians of all faiths as a masterpiece; and an athlete who sponsors inter-faith tennis tournaments for religious leaders to encourage unity and oneness among religions.</p>
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That man is <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a>, director of the non-denominational <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/service/united_nations/" title=" The Peace Meditation at the United Nations | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Peace Meditations at the United Nations</a> in New York.</p>
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The humble and quietly spoken <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy's official website">Sri Chinmoy</a> resists any attempts at religious classification – <em>‘my religion is love of God’</em> – and identifies rather with the universal truths which he believes most religions embody. He once commented: "I have the deepest admiration and adoration for the Christ. Although I was born in India and brought upon the teachings of <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seb" title="The Singer Of The Eternal Beyond – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Krishna</a>, the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sbb" title="Siddhartha Becomes The Buddha – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Buddha</a> and other <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">spiritual Masters</a>, when I studied the Bible I found that the teachings of the Christ and the teachings of our Indian Masters are the same. This is because <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a> is Truth, God is Love, and Truth and Love are universal."</p>
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Now 75, <a href="http://www.lifeofsrichinmoy.org/" title="Life of Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> spent his first 33 years in India before moving to New York in 1964. At the invitation of diplomats and staff members, he was invited to conduct twice-weekly meditations for world peace at the United Nations, a role he has continued to fill ever since. So successful were these programmes that in 1984 Sri Chinmoy was invited to inaugurate weekly peace meditations at the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Congress" title="United States Congress – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">United States Congress</a> in Washington in the same spirit and format.</p>
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UN Secretary-General <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Javier_Perez_de_Cuellar" title="Javier Pérez de Cuéllar – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Javier Pérez de Cuéllar</a> said: "In your meditation you see beyond the superficial distinctions of race, sex, language or religion, as the Charter encourages us to do. You concentrate on the truths and ideals which unite all mankind: the longing for peace, the need for compassion, the search for tolerance and understanding among men and women of all nations... In recalling the fundamental goals which inspire our work, you are helping to reaffirm our commitment to the organisation and it's purposes."</p>
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In his first and memorable meeting with Sri Chinmoy in 1972, Pope Paul VI commented: "This meeting of ours has been most essential. The <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0003/5/5/" title="The Quintessence Of Hinduism – a talk by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Hindu life</a> and the Christian life shall go together. Your message and my message are the same. When we both leave this world, you and I, we will meet together."</p>
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At their last meeting, in 1976, Sri Chinmoy presented Pope Paul VI with a book he had written about him, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/CFC" title="Compassion-Father, Champion-Brother, Perfection-Friend – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Compassion-Father, Champion-Brother, Perfection-Friend</a>.</p>
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Sri Chinmoy is regarded as the most prolific composer of <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Songs">devotional music</a> today, with over 19,000 compositions to his credit. These has been performed at over 700 <a href="http://www.srichinmoyconcert.org/" title="Sri Chinmoy Concerts">free concerts</a> of harmony-inspiring music in major concert venues world-wide.</p>
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<img alt="Sri Chinmoy performs on a pipe organ in New York" title="Sri Chinmoy performs on a pipe organ in New York" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/media_articles/pma_images/sri-chinmoy-pipeorgan.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />His favourite instrument is the pipe-organ, and many Aucklanders will remember Sri Chinmoy's astonishing and moving performance in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland_Town_Hall" title="Auckland Town Hall – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland Town Hall</a> last November. He has performed in many major cathedrals around the world and this year performed on the Vatican organ, a special honour which acknowledges the respect in which he is held in the international community and which recognises both his musicianship and his accord with religious leaders.</p>
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After hearing a performance of <a href="https://www.radiosrichinmoy.org/" title="Radio Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy's music</a>, the late John Balka, director of the office of sacred music at <a href="http://www.stmarycathedralsf.org/" title="The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Assumption">St Mary's Cathedral in San Francisco</a>, remarked: "Sri Chinmoy has understood that the essence of music has the power to move the soul in ways that words alone cannot. Combining his highly developed spirituality and his well-honed physique into one brilliant and expressive energy, he projects the considerably unique power of music through performance that is perfect in it’s freedom from reservation and constriction. This is how he teaches with his music; that is how he moves thousands at a time, through the super conscious, into that perfectly serene light of God's Peace... This is art of the highest order."</p>
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In 1987 the Auckland City Council acknowledged his major contribution to world peace by establishing a recreational <a href="http://www.aucklandcity.govt.nz/whatson/places/running/peace.asp" title="Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile | Auckland Council">Sri Chinmoy Peace Mile</a> in the Auckland Domain. During its November dedication a <a href="https://www.srichinmoypoetry.com/" title="Sri Chinmoy Poetry">poem by Sri Chinmoy</a> was offered for reflection:</p>
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My Lord, I do not want the peace<br/>
That tells me I need nothing more.<br/>
No, I want the peace that creates in me<br/>
Constant hunger to receive You<br/>
In every way<br/>
And distribute You<br/>
In every widening heart.<br/>
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    – Sri Chinmoy.</blockquote>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Why I Didn&#039;t Become A Quantum Physicist</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="Quantum Physics" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/quantum-image.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Somebody plonked a book on quantum physics (!!) onto my chair after a class the other night and said "have a look – seems very much like the ideas proposed in meditation." Now quantum physics and any possibility of my ever considering the subject vanished out of my life a very long time ago, way back when my high school maths teacher quietly confided to me, a sixteen year old confronting an even then murky future, that where mathematics/calculus/geometry/anything using the logical realm of the brain was concerned I showed zero aptitude. In that one watershed moment any hope of humanity discovering <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="The Homepage of Jogyata Dallas | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Jogyata</a> the trailblazing nuclear physicist perished. So I might have been forgiven for tossing the book scornfully into a neglected corner of my room, but on an impulse I flipped through a few pages before sleep – and was hooked! Here an alternative description of our familiar world of consciousness/unity/soul/meditation and quite startlingly so, two different modalities converging at the same conclusion.</p>
<p><strong>Consider some of this:</strong></p>
<blockquote>For several hundred years, science has taught us that all physical phenomena is made of matter – matter was seen as the ground of all being. Elementary particles make atoms, atoms make molecules, molecules make cells including neurons, neurons make the brain, the brain produces consciousness – the 'theory of upward causation'. But in modern quantum physics, a new paradigm has emerged, a science based on the primacy of consciousness. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness/" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Consciousness</a> is not a brain epiphenomena but the ground of all being out of which all material possibilities, including the brain emerge and are embedded. This parallels the teachings and insights of the spiritual figures down through the ages, a perennial philosophy asserting that all being is grounded in a limitless, transcendent and unifying consciousness. This is the unified field theory or super stream theory of quantum physics.<br/>
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Quantum objects ('quantum' means 'a discreet quantity') have been found to influence one another nonlocally ie. without signals through space, and without taking a finite time, thus being interconnected in a domain that transcends space and time. At a human level this is proven true experimentally – two meditators in different parts of the world, for example, simultaneously experiencing the same data. (We call this telepathy!)<br/>
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Amazingly, in quantum physics the quantum field, which is the ground of all being, is only waves of possibility, and our observation brings about actuality from this potentiality. An example from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amit_Goswami" title="Amit Goswami – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Amit Goswami</a>'s book, <em><a href="http://www.amitgoswami.org/physics-soul/" title="Physics of the Soul – by Amit Goswami, Ph.D., Theoretical Quantum Physicist">Physics of the Soul</a></em>:<br/>
 
<blockquote><img alt="Amit Goswami, Ph.D." class="right lazyload" title="Amit Goswami, Ph.D." data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/amit-goswami.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />'Suppose we release an electron in a room. In a matter of moments, the electron wave spreads all over the room. And now suppose we set up a grid of electron detectors, called Geiger counters, in the room. Do all the counters go ticking? No. Only one of the Geiger counters ticks. Conclusion? Before observation the electron does spread all over space, but only as a wave of possibility. An observation brings about the collapse of the possibility wave into an actual event.'</blockquote>
We have all seen what are called Gestalt pictures in which the same lines represent two superimposed pictures. I am glancing now at a picture called 'My wife and my mother-in-law'. When I perceive one or the other I am not doing anything to the picture but just recognising and choosing among the possibilities that are already present. If you are seeing the mother-in-law, in order to see the wife you don't do anything to the picture, all you do is change your perspective of looking. The possibilities of both wife and the mother-in-law are within your consciousness; all you do is recognise one possibility or the other. The process of conscious collapse or actualisation is like this.</blockquote>
<p>So the new sciences of molecular biology and quantum physics are very interesting because they point squarely at the great truths enunciated down through thousands of years by mystics, <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God-realised</a> masters, the sages and illuminati who have directly seen into the heart of everything. Science and <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/" title="Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">spirituality</a> are merging together at last. The universe is a symphony, an ocean of consciousness and we are one, unified in a universal consciousness that percolates up through our body, our senses. We exist as ripples in this ocean of existence, which is intelligent, self-aware, non-material being, waves of possibility out of which everything – plants, people, planets – emerge. And experiencing our oneness with all of life might be called enlightenment. Clearly, <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/concentration_meditation_contemplation/meditation/" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> leads to this understanding, the unbounded awareness when the senses and the mind settle down and we expand our consciousness.</p>
<p>"The universe is a symphony," my author writes, "and we are a part of its music." Echos here of <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> commenting on music: "It carries us into the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0172/1/13/" title="Q&amp;A regarding the Universal Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Library">Universal Consciousness</a> and makes us feel that we are in tune with the highest, with the deepest, with the farthest [...] This self-expansion is not egocentric; it is something divine, something supreme, something universal [...] With it the 'I' goes away. In soulful sound there is no I. It is all 'we' [...] The soulful sound is of eternity and for eternity and immortality."</p>
<p><img alt="Sri Chinmoy playing cello" class="right lazyload" title="Sri Chinmoy playing cello" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/sri-chinmoy-cello.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/the_source_of_music/" title="The Source of Music – by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">The Source of Music</a> Sri Chinmoy also adds:</p>
<blockquote>"The Universal Consciousness is constantly being played by the Supreme Himself and is constantly growing into the supreme music. God the Creator is the Supreme Musician and God the Creation is the supreme music. The musician and his music can never be separated. Through music, <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a> is offering the message of unity in multiplicity and also the message of multiplicity in unity. His dream is called the cosmic reality, the universal reality. God created sound in order to know outwardly what He is inwardly. Inwardly He knows what He is but if He does not outwardly manifest His inner divinity then the world cannot accept Him, cannot realise Him, so He created sound just for the sake of His own manifestation."</blockquote>
<p>How lucky we are to have a living <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centre/sri_chinmoy_writings/master_disciple/the_spiritual_master" title="The Spiritual Master  | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Masters</a> in our midst, one who sees beyond science, matter, time, space into the absolute Reality and Truth of existence – who lives there in that final knowing – and has undertaken the responsibility of leading each of us to that same realisation, the great and liberating understanding that alone will satisfy our souls.</p>
<p>If I ever run into my high school maths teacher again (he'll be a really old man by now so I could visit my vengeful fantasies on him with impunity) I'll bend the frames on his glasses, stomp on his toes, call him all kinds of unflattering names in retribution for those remarks of his years ago that turned me away from being a brilliant scientist into an unemployable lay-about destined to die in poverty, genius untapped. Oooh, if I could find him I'd tweak his nose so hard – but hang on, since we're all one, ripples in the unifying and underlying matrix of consciousness, if I pull <em>his</em> ear that means I'm actually pulling my... oh darn!</p>
<p>    – Jogyata.</p>
<h3>Related links from the writings of Sri Chinmoy</h3>
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<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0009/1/26/" title="Spirituality And Science | Sri Chinmoy Library">Spirituality And Science</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/3001/1/26/" title="Science And Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy Library">Science And Spirituality</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/resources/library/music_and_spirituality/" title="Music and Spirituality | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">Music and Spirituality</a></li>
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<h2>Behala</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Es ist jetzt 11 Jahre her, dass ich meinen Leben neue Impulse gegeben habe. Damals hatte ich begonnen zu meditieren - einen spirituellen Weg zu gehen und mich der Führung eines spirituellen Meisters anzuvertrauen.</p>
<p>Wenn ich auf mein<img alt="behala-hammerl.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/behala/storyimages/behala-hammerl.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Leben zurückblicke, und das ist immerhin schon mehr als ein halbes Jahrhundert, dann sehe ich, wie sich meine Suche nach Gott und dem Sinn des Lebens wie ein roter Faden durch all die Jahre hindurchgezogen hat.</p>
<p>Ich hatte unzählige Bücher gelesen, vieles ausprobiert und so oft habe ich gedacht, gefunden zu haben was ich suche. Aber schon nach kurzer Zeit hat sich wieder eine Leere breitgemacht die meine Suche von neuem vorantrieb.</p>
<p>Als ich aber vor 11 Jahren mit der Meditation begann, fühlte ich Ruhe in mir, mein Leben wurde bewusster und erfüllter. Nicht dass die Meditation eine neue Richtung von allem Gehabten wäre, nein, sie schließt alles mit ein aber sie führt in die Tiefe meines Herzens. Dort erfühle ich die Stille des Seins, das lebendige Schweigen das Licht meiner Seele.</p>
<p>Mir wurde klar, wenn ich einen Weg in die unbekannten Tiefen meines Bewusstseins gehen will, brauche ich einen Meister, der mich führen kann - jemand, der diesen Weg kennt, der diesen Weg selbst schon gegangen ist, der innerlich und spürbar seine Hilfe anbietet, wie ein Vater der mich an der Hand nimmt und mir Sicherheit gibt.</p>
<p>Welche Rolle spielt der <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Meister</a> in meinem Leben, das sehr stark an Intensität gewonnen hat?<br/>
Er inspiriert durch seine beispiellosen Aktivitäten:<br/>
Er ist das lebendige Beispiel von selbstloser Liebe, unermüdlicher Kreativität und inspirierender Aktivität, die das bisher Bestehende immer transzendiert. Denn Er schöpft aus der Quelle des Unendlichen, des Göttlichen, die Er auch mir erschließen will.</p>
<p>Endlich habe ich verstanden, dass es das Annehmen und Loslassen von Problemen und schwierigen Situationen ist, das Fortschritt in sich birgt und nicht der bewusste Kampf gegen die Gegebenheiten des Lebens. Je mehr Vertrauen ich in das Göttliche entwickeln kann umso leichter ist das Leben zu meistern.</p>
<p>Da auch mein Mann und meine vier Kinder diesen spirituellen Weg gewählt haben, herrscht in unserer Familie ein Gefühl des Einsseins und der Verbundenheit.</p>
<p>Behala</p>
<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-behala">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><strong>This year I found myself on duty at work during the evening of Halloween when children dress up in costume and go trick-or-treating. We joined in the festivities at work by dressing up in costume and handing out candy to visitors to the library.</strong></p>
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<p>While the redeeming value of masquerading in costume and overdosing on sugar could be easily debated for the likes of one trying to haunt abodes of peace and light rather than ghosts and goblins, I readily admit I had good bit of fun at work last night.</p>
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<p>Here the night shift is posing in front of the resident statue at the library, affectionately nicknamed Buffy. One of my co-workers usually dresses up the statue in some kind of seasonal attire so it only seemed fitting that Buffy join in the group photo.</p>
<p>Still recovering from a bump to my noggin, I found great distraction from my aches and pains by being a holiday elf - all accessories found at the local dollar store where - yes everything costs $1.00. My red plastic nose had a blinking light inside it that kept up its Rudolph imitation the whole evening.</p>
<p>When I actually had a serious reference question to answer, one of my co-workers dressed as a pirate found herself in fits of laughter just looking at me doing regular work with a flashing light on my head.</p>
<p>Since we had very few customers, the timing was perfect to also revel in celebrating two recent October staffer birthdays behind the scenes. I think we could build a Great Wall replica out of all the candy leftovers brought in to work today. As we chew on Skittles and chocolate bars, we can also chew on Rabbi Marc Gellman's interesting and somewhat humorous article on the relationship between Halloween, spirituality and organized religion.</p>
<p><em>Another spiritual purpose of Halloween that goes way beyond candy and candy, is the way Halloween opens us up to the possibility of the undead. I have a Ph.D. in Philosophy and so union rules prevent me from believing in things you can only kill with garlic and a silver bullet...there is more in Heaven and Earth that is dreamed of in our philosophy. Halloween puts us, particularly children, face to face with spooks. This is a good thing because if spooks are real, then we have the holiday to keep them away, and if spooks are not real, then, hey, the candy and the party were good. Part of the original Celtic observance of Samhain was the lighting of bonfires all through the night to scare away the spirits of the dead. Yes I know, this is all just bogus superstition, but perhaps, just perhaps…quick! Look behind you!! Wow that was close.</em> -Rabbi Marc Gellman</p>
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<p> </p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2006/11/01/halloween2006">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p><strong>He broke the record of 420 eggs in 7 hrs. 33 minutes and finished at 700 eggs in a little over 12 hours.</strong></p>
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<p>Ashrita set a Guinness World Record on October 29, 2006 for simultaneously balancing 700 eggs. He achieved his latest record here at the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) in the Metcalf Lecture Hall above the Design Store.</p>
<p>He was inspired to do it at RISD because he sees it as a type of performance art. The current record is 420 eggs.</p>
<p>From the Press Release:</p>
<p><em>Over the last 25 years, Ashrita, the holder of the most Guinness records, has set or beaten a total of 119 records in numerous categories. Ashrita's records usually involve a physical challenge such as somersaulting the greatest distance (12 miles) or doing the most abdominal crunches in one hour (9,628) but in the case of the egg record, concentration will be the key. Ashrita expects the record attempt to take anywhere from 5 to 7 hours. Needless to say everyone in the room will be walking on eggshells until the record is broken!</em></p>
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<p><em>Top Right Photo by Sharani - Lower Left Photo by Salil</em></p>
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<p><strong>Related Links</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://connpost.com/news/ci_4521747">Ashrita's Previous Record Earlier This Month</a></p>
<p><a href="http://ashrita.com">Ashrita's Website</a></p>
<p><a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/united_states/ashrita_eggs_record/">My Online Photo Album with Pictures from the Event</a></p>
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<p>I will write more as the day progresses. Live from Providence, it's Sharani's blog!</p>
<p>Ashrita was on the 6 pm news with 3 lead-ins to the story and a finishing shot of a close-up announcing to stay tuned at 11 pm to hear if he breaks the record.</p>
<p>He was on the 11 pm news again and on a different channel on the early morning news the day after. The media television coverage was eggscellent with all kinds of egg related puns in the reporting of the story.</p>
<p>Congratulations Ashrita!</p>
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<h2>Puppy Power Revisited</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
I have been enjoying <a href="http://sumangali.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="Sumangali Morhall's Home Page | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Sumangali</a>'s trilogy of dog stories very much – lovely prose and a very beautiful poem, showing us again the wonderful talents of a writer and such affection for her canine and other friends. May I share a few short memories of my own.</p>
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<img alt="Jogyata feeds the pigs while the dogs wait patiently" class="right lazyload" title="Jogyata feeds the pigs while the dogs wait patiently" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/jogyata-pigs-dogs.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Many years ago, before my soul became tired of a wastrel's life and pointed me to our path, an acquaintance of mine took pity on two border collie pups he spied in a dog pound for unwanted strays and took them home (the fate of such strays is sadly very grim). My friend's compassion dried up after one week of ownership (chewed shoes, fur over all of his clothes, malodorous carpets, the odd bone wedged under his bed etc) and I was implored to take them 'while he had a break' (a euphemism, as it turned out, for 'flee the country never to be seen again'.) Reluctantly – though in hindsight happily – I agreed. The two pups grew into two wonderful creatures that I loved. Lifelong vegetarians, they were full of mischief and fun, possessed of such intelligence and intuition that I was endlessly surprised, and unfailingly loyal as friends.</p>
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My grown up collie friends had a bizarre fondness for all kinds of fruit and took apples, strawberries, peaches and pears at whim from market places, stalls, any random back gardens they came across – and with absolute impunity, for what sane person would accuse a dog of stealing their grapes or strawberries?</p>
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"Your honour, the defendant's dog jumped over my fence, ate several bunches of grapes then ran off with a pear in it's mouth – then had the gall to return the very next day and finish off my strawberries. The nerve!"<br/>
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"Madam, I am a patient and God-fearing man but all that is about to change! Are you asking me to believe that a grape-loving dog performed a supernatural jump over your garden fence, lunched off your vines, chose a pear for dessert then trotted off? And did this fruitarian canine enquire, perchance, whether you use organic or inorganic sprays on your strawberries when it reappeared the following morning for breakfast? <strong>CASE DISMISSED!</strong>"</blockquote>
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<img alt="Subarata greets Scobie and Scruffles" class="right lazyload" title="Subarata greets Scobie and Scruffles" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/subarata-dogs.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In backcountry <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/new_zealand_facts/" title="Interesting New Zealand Facts | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">New Zealand</a> where I spent long months away from my own two-legged kind, my border collie companions and I enjoyed our life together very much – later this little family expanded and I had lambs, wild pigs that had lost their mother (and proved equally delightful and loyal as they grew up), the odd goat, a mercurial and sometimes temperamental fawn plus a few very unendearing chooks that generally disapproved, with much cluck-clucking, of all these animal comings and goings. Oh, and also my bemused but patient horse.</p>
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<a href="http://subarata.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="Subarata's Homepage | Sri Chinmoy Centre">Subarata</a> turned up from Ireland around this time. She adored animals and they her. Sometimes up on a ridge at work, I would see her far off on a farm track, Pied-Piperish with a stream of dogs, pigs and a lamb or two strung out behind her. Our winter cottage back in the mountains was like a scene from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babe_%28film%29" title="Babe (film) – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Babe</a> on those cold nights – dogs stretched out by the log fire, a lamb or two on a hay cot, the three pigs on the porch outside, squealing at the injustice of this, prim and disapproving hens perched on the yard fence, the horse meandering in the yard – snorting to gain our attention and hopeful of a late night snack from the ever doting Subarata, usually an apple or piece of pie.</p>
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Our remote place was surrounded by the <a href="http://www.whanganui.co.nz/pages/matemateaonga.html" title="Matemateaonga Track">Matemateaonga Ranges</a>, a mostly trackless and vast wilderness of native forest. Here many animals roamed and I had numerous occasions in which to be amazed by the sixth sense possessed by these wild creatures – they have an awareness of their environment which far surpasses that of urban man.</p>
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<img alt="Jogyata with Scobie" class="right lazyload" title="Jogyata with Scobie" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/jogyata-dog.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In untouched nature, it seems that life is intricately interconnected, symbiotic, the forest a whole living entity – thus what happens in one small part, the footfall of a man, can quickly be felt elsewhere. Animals instantly detect a change in what you might call the 'forest consciousness' through both obvious means – bird calls of alarm/a sudden silence in the rhythm of the forest/through highly developed and acute senses – but also through subtle means, a shift of consciousness across the forest as the 'ripple' or energy shift created by the intrusion of something unnatural, especially man, is registered. The forest has it's own language which is read at subtle levels by all parts of the eco system. Interestingly we humans too have this capacity but it is dormant, probably atrophied by now, emerging again only through protracted periods of solitariness in nature.</p>
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If you practice sitting very quietly in a wild forest (not exotic plantations) and listening, tuning in carefully, you can begin to sense the feeling of the whole environment, the pauses where everything is suddenly alert to some change, and detect local things – an animal moving up a nearby ridge, a shift in energy or a 'ripple' in the matrix of silence.</p>
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Wild animals too are very conscious of 'intention'. After a period of fear and mistrust the wild deer and pigs in the hills around our small home stopped running away when they saw us, and would watch carefully then resume feeding when we walked slowly past. We would avoid looking at them and be as relaxed and peaceful as possible – but when the occasional visitor came they would instantly melt away into the forest.</p>
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Once I stumbled across a large grass nest in the forest made by a boar to shelter it from the snow – mistaking the size of the unseen animal beneath I put my hand under the dried grasses and ferns and felt a large leg. The nest erupted and an enormous black and tan boar stood there, glaring at me, literally two metres away – I was helpless as these are lightning fast and can beat a galloping horse in speed. Sensing I was not a threat it quickly turned and wandered away – as did I!</p>
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Our vegetarian collies were very placid and gentle, especially Scruffles, the female collie. In the mountains I remember her finding a tiny hare and bringing it back to us in her mouth, ever so delicately and protectively, for care. Raised as a pup with so many other species from God’s creation, the unbiased Scruffles would play with the lambs and pigs each day, an activity that most self respecting canines would certainly frown upon.</p>
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Both had a wildly adventurous life, even riding in helicopters when I had two summers as an outfit guide on six day white water rafting expeditions. Scruffles loved riding the rivers, her paws over the front of the inflatables and braced as we charged down the big rolling rapids while a more circumspect Scobie, preferring to stay dry, would sit up on the lashed down food barrels, a difficult balancing feat, bracing himself against the pitch and roll and downward plunging.</p>
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The bond between man and animals can become very strong, even to such a point that their karma can become intertwined. <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> once commented on the death of a student's dog in this light – the reason was extraordinary and deeply moving. When Scruffles died, racing at full speed along a back country road in glorious style, flowing and free, such a sight, then under the wheels of a sudden car, we were heartbroken. We mourned the death of our longtime companion for ages.</p>
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Where are they now, these lovely souls that shared their lives with us for a while and then were gone? What a compelling case for animal-to-man reincarnation they make, for where else can creatures of such sentience, intelligence and development go but onwards into our troubled human kingdom with it's further, if bittersweet, possibilities?</p>
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If through some divine dispensation I might have some small say in all this, a boon for my many years of dogless austerity, I would choose for them a pleasant interlude in some heavenly canine <em>loka</em> (vegetarian of course, the accent on strawberries and grapes) then a gentle transition to the human realm, perhaps even somewhere around here, a brother and sister in some happy rural family, lots of pets and farmyard pals, doting parents of course. Perhaps our paths might even cross – two children flying along some forest trail, happy and free, running wild towards me through the trees, and stopping momentarily to say, a little shyly to this stranger – 'haven't we met you somewhere before...?'</p>
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<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0068/1/17/" title="'Dog – Faithfulness' from 'Animal Kingdom' by Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Library">Dog: Faithfulness</a> – from 'Animal Kingdom' by Sri Chinmoy</li>
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<p><strong>Have you ever seen an angel or felt its presence? Do you feel that you have a guardian angel? I do believe in them but cannot say that I have in-depth awareness of their presence in my life.</strong></p>
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<p>When I want to ponder the role of angels in my life, there is a book about angels which greatly increases my appreciation and understanding of them. This perennial favorite title of mine by<a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank"> </a><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> is called <em>Angels</em>. I own it as an audiobook read by the author as well as a small gift book published by the <strong>Jharna-Kala Card Company</strong>. Its unique and perceptive commentary on the subject of angels remains unsurpassed in my opinion.</p>
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<p>The touch of an angel is my<br/>
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<p>My guardian angel is my most<br/>
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A small group of us, members of the <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy_centres/auckland/" title="The Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Auckland Sri Chinmoy Centre</a>, were away on an adventurous sojourn, a sunny weekend in a tiny village on the east coast of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coromandel_Peninsula" title="Coromandel Peninsula – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Coromandel Peninsula</a>. Here lots of small unpopulated golden beaches, clear, cool turquoise seas, spectacular limestone arches and sea caves inviting exploration. Once you've forced yourself, grimacing and yelping, into the cold ocean – a few tourists stare in disbelief – you can swim around headlands of green sea and wade ashore into cool dark grottos tunneled by an eternity of waves. Inside, the absolute silence of a yogi's cave, eerily silent. You could <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/concentration_meditation_contemplation/meditation/" title="Meditation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">meditation</a> here through a cycle of tides if the weather behaved – but it might not, and that would be the end of you, your <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahasamadhi" title="Mahasamadhi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">mahasamadhi</a></em>.</p>
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Just the drive over here is a joy. You meander across rich brown furrowed fields and market gardens of the Bombay Hills, the food basket of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland" title="Auckland – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Auckland</a>, then south into green pasturelands. Cows, knee deep in yellow buttercups and spring verdure, graze and dream, eyes dopey with contentment – everywhere meadows bursting upwards, the jubilation of spring. The local council has scattered the seeds of wildflowers all along the highway, exploding from the spring loam as a sea of nodding heads and multi-colored fragrant blooms, peonies, poppies, violets, marigolds, salvation jane, gratuitously splendid. Other flowers too, faded garlands draped on occasional white crosses marking sad places where motorists have erred and died.</p>
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Crossing now the flat dairy farmlands of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hauraki_Plains" title="Hauraki Plains – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Hauraki Plains</a> – far away the clear, strange Lord of the Rings silhouettes of the Coromandel Ranges loom with their volcanic spires and high truncated tablelands. We cross the Thames River, a single carriageway across six hundred metres of brown water, mangroves either side. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Cook" title="James Cook – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Captain James Cook</a>, dauntless adventurer, first sailed up here in 1769, inching under half-sail up a wide blue uncharted river, the bowsman calling the depth. Then it was a wilderness of virgin forest bubbling with daylong birdsong, mystery – and occasional encounters with the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maori_people" title="Maori people – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Maori people</a> who lived on the river. These staring in disbelief at the great white sails, only later comprehending that the old world of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europe" title="Europe – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Europe</a> and a new age of land wars, white colonization and exploitation had finally reached this secluded last outpost. Everything was about to change.</p>
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Across to Coromandel now – Budhsamudra has put on an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Elgar" title="Edward Elgar – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Elgar</a> piece, a dramatic cello concerto. Lounging contentedly in the passenger seat while mountains slide by, climbing now up and up through narrow cuttings of red rock, hairpin bends, mist sitting over the hills, scarred landscapes recovering from the wholesale massacre of the once regal rainforests. Then down the other side of the range to the eastern Coromandel, a first glimpse of sparkling sea.</p>
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In the lowland valleys huge pillars of limestone rear up out of the earth, columns of weathered grey rock like defiant fists – or perhaps more a farewell valediction since so much of beauty has been lost here. On distant mountain escarpments great blocks have broken free, disintegrating as they tumbled down and forming slopes of giant shattered talus.</p>
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Alone in a meadow three towering columns of granite, all leaning east as though in flight, catch your eye – they resemble fleeing invaders lurching back to the sea after some mythological battle, now frozen mute and turned to stone by some fatal curse. I name them 'the three warriors' and my companions nod in silent assent. Elgar adds atmosphere – stranded for all eternity in an open plain, the proud forsaken warriors tower over the landscapes, cast arcane shadows of chill. Around them wind and light play in the long empty fields of tall silken grasses, a beautiful liquid flowing, sparkle and glisten in the moving waters of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tairua_River." title="Tairua River. – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Tairua River.</a> It's a gorgeous place, your heart sings and you look and look and feast on all the beauty.</p>
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At a local gas station I make friends with Reg, short for Reginald, who serves petrol and pick-me-ups to travel jaded motorists. He's just married for the third time – "third time lucky, eh?" he winks – and tells me about a whirlwind romance "I told her straight up I'd bad teeth, hair frightened of the comb it was coming out so fast, behind on the mortgage and short on charm – but she just looks at me quietly and says, 'you'll do Reginald' – what a woman, eh?" and nudges me conspiratorially.</p>
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We arrive mid-morning and talk turns to food. I prepare my traditional, even notorious, oatmeal gruel – a madly healthy concoction whose secret ingredients are shrouded in the mystery of a fraudulent Scottish ancestry. The butt of incessant jokes, half a bowl of the gruel is left over and someone jokes about using it for building mortar. I pounce and tickle in retribution. Gruel-powered we run or walk for an hour up into the nearby mountains, a leafy forested trail that takes us at last to a two tiered waterfall, river plummeting down seventy-five metres into a deep, super-cold pool – into which of course we goad each other, plunging, shrieking the banshee wail of madmen into the rocky depths.</p>
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<img alt="Ruru" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/ruru.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />More post-lunch games, then an evening of singing and a long, long meditation, so easy in the newness of a new place and the rural silence. I wake at 3am, summoned by an owl calling – <a href="http://www.nzbirds.com/birds/ruru.html" title="Ruru, the morepork | New Zealand Birds">Ruru</a> the message bringer; stars blaze, the seas cadences are clear sibilant hisses of water on sandy shores. Sitting on a porch deckchair, watching the night unfolding, you feel closer to something eternal, perhaps a tiny intimation of the <em><a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0321/2/2/" title="Q&amp;A regarding Sat-Chit-Ananda | Sri Chinmoy Library">sat-chit-ananda</a></em> of the old scriptures. Alone in a universe of stars, cradled by a blatant eternity, your human 'I', the cloaks and personas, are falling away in this in-between world, the Self unmasked, selves dissolving, the thin veil that separates life from eternal Life, being from Being parting – might I please have even a tiny glimpse of the existence-consciousness-bliss spoken of by the sages?</p>
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<img alt="Wet Bush Guys" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/guys-bush.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Returning next day, we pass the three warriors – from this side a white cross can be seen, painted by a zealot on the middle granite column. Yes, the symbolism is appropriate, the three crosses of Calgary, a further dimension to tug the mind. Crucifixion too of landscapes betrayed by greed, the remnant <a href="http://kcc.org.nz/forest/" title="New Zaland Forest | Kiwi Conservation Club">rainforests</a> driven back into gullies and unmerchantable steep hillsides, understorey chewed out by cattle and doomed; and the cancerous man-forests, pines, creeping down to the road edge – birdless, sterile and a scene of utter devastation once logged, testimony to the white man's utter insensitivity towards Earth or the living spirit of landscape.</p>
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Aloof in their altitude and inviolable grandeur the ramparts of the distant mountains blaze gold in the evening sun – the three warriors also catch the sun and glow with the same light. Were they stranded there by daylight, a raiding party from some barbaric underworld lost in a sudden dawn, or defectors from the mountain fortresses seeking refuge on the coast? They seem linked by sunlight to the faraway mountains but we cannot decide and the granite features will not soften or speak as we pass.</p>
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The sun falls and the sky turns to apricot – evening lends itself to contemplation. I am remembering someone's comments about 'divine amnesia' – forgetful we are of our true selves. And <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> saying 'unconscious realisation of <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a> you already have – now you have to <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/spirituality/the_meaning_of_god_realisation/" title="The meaning of God-Realisation | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">realise God</a> consciously'. Are moments such as these, sinking back into a car seat on an unhurried journey somewhere, thoughts dissolving into a mellow evening sky, are such moments close to this understanding that we are forgetful God's, our true selves and divine nature smothered in the assumption of an all-absorbing humanness. I have seen this rediscovery, an epiphany, in the dying of people I know, something extraordinary left after the humanness has gone, in my father's withdrawal into a last and utterly surprising nobility, the death mask a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodhisattva" title="Bodhisattva – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Bodhisattva</a>'s face, in my mother's strange dying smile, and others known and lost, <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/books_by_sri_chinmoy/beyond_within/consciousness/" title="Consciousness | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">consciousness</a> draining out of the eyes but something left, the last impression of a Self after the selves have gone, a final imprint or signature of the <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0164/3/1/" title="Q&amp;A regarding the soul | Sri Chinmoy Library">soul</a>'s splendor.</p>
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Wondering to myself, is this all just a dreaming, nothing really out there that is not a play of consciousness, an imagining – that pale quarter moon over the graying hills, is it really there without me? Am I witnessing only the play of my mind, as real and as unreal as a movie – will it end like that, a flack-flacker of transparent film? I don't know – best to leave such conundrums to God.</p>
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Back into the convoy of cars at last, the motorway into Auckland clogged with weekenders returning to urban lives and the quotidian stream. A child, nose flattened against a window, makes a gargoyle's face from a passing car – I poke out my tongue, waggle my ears, eyes bulge. The mother sees me and laughs – another bored child materialises and now two excited faces are peering, pointing, creating masks of putty flesh as they pass. I make a face at Budhsamudra and we all laugh – we will be back in our usual beds by midnight.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<p><strong>Like a permanent sunset that even the colours of rain cannot muddy, the fall foliage is awash in red, yellow, orange and pink...</strong></p>
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<p>Fall's glory inspired me to write the following poem on the subject as I enjoy a visual feast of colour from every tree top.</p>
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<h3><strong>The Gypsies of Fall</strong><br/>
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A caravan barters in rubies and gold<br/>
saffron sings while emeralds sleep<br/>
weaving an amber carpet<br/>
placed at God's Feet<br/>
leaving the silk road of summer<br/>
in measured retreat<br/>
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<h2>Of Tempests and Lost Fishermen</h2><div class="field-item"><p>
I love storms and tempests. <em><strong>Weather...!</strong></em> – enchanting you with it's lashings of character and wild, intemperate ways, not just climate with it's bland and predictable days of unremitting sunshine. People grumble about Auckland and it's mood swings – sweeping winds keener than grief; great columns of cumulus banked up and towering out there on the sea's horizons; here a random rainbow; over there to the West blue skies and the promise of imminent summer. Mornings you step out in a thin shirt, bare-armed, whistling a cheery tune, then a winter blast sweeps you away and you rush back inside, muttering in retreat, rummaging through your stuff for a whole new wardrobe.</p>
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Veterans of Auckland's riotous, all-seasons-in-a-day onslaughts wear a simultaneous assortment of summer light/winter warm/plus rain cheaters, peeling off or multiplying whichever, depending on the vagaries of the day. Shardul and I once vied and went all winter long in shorts – who would seek sanctuary in long trousers first? - but a high price was paid with chillblains, red noses, knees aching in the furnace of cold. This week in our city has been superb – hailstones as large as duck eggs thundering on our roof, winds howling in every crack and crevice, a pea soup fog blanketing the nearby ranges, then the long lovely nights of unrelenting rain.</p>
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I ventured one morning, a foolish insomniac, out to the West Coast, a 45-minute pre-dawn drive through mist and foreboding gusts of wind, the car rocking under each assault. The sea was a cauldron of white caps, sand almost shredding flesh from bones in the blast, a maelstrom of whirling, buffeting, fearful wildness, an exultant, elemental dance of nature. A little poem is called for . . .</p>
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The oceans are uprising<br/>
malign dreams of a new dominion<br/>
massing leagues of pitiless green<br/>
summoning the armies of the sea,<br/>
rebellion! breaking free of coral reef and shore<br/>
– the old constraints –<br/>
borders breached, swept asunder.<br/>
Listen to the drumming of the surf<br/>
the sea's hexameter beating<br/>
a dark night invasion . . .</blockquote>
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The rain was howling off the sea, razored and burning my hands, waves gleaming like swords and savaging the dunes, not a living thing to be seen. White foam was piling up on the high tide mark, white and yellow suds scudding up into the dunes, wind-borne –</p>
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oceans are rising<br/>
rebellious<br/>
battering headlands, invading sleep,<br/>
cadavers tossed ashore like dolls<br/>
broken in your vengeful savagery</blockquote>
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Yes a litter of dead things, starfish, broken crabs, a small hammerhead shark, a flounder or two flung up, banks of bladderwrack and kelp torn from the seabed, the flotsam of fishing gear – buoys and ropes and a Wellington boot.</p>
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Destruction and fear<br/>
Lord of the dawn<br/>
are thy unholy empire.<br/>
Bind me you would<br/>
in your siren's hair –<br/>
lashing kelp, roiling sand –<br/>
drag me down to your<br/>
green, green deep.<br/>
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Awaken things of earth<br/>
and flee<br/>
the hour of reckoning comes<br/>
malign, a dark avenger<br/>
wind-driven,<br/>
howling horizontal off the sea . . .</blockquote>
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Huge ocean rollers, shock troops of the sea, were pounding a nearby promontory, spectacular explosions of foam and green cataracts sluicing off the rocks – but you avoid venturing too close, fishermen get swept away here every month. Sometimes their grieving widows stand on the shore and weep, clutching their children and sobbing at the sea.</p>
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You grin, a frozen rictus mask<br/>
while tides rage, lay siege.<br/>
Everything shrinks in the desolation.<br/>
The gulls are battened down<br/>
on the rugby field,<br/>
a full mile inland<br/>
and every dog is whining at it's door.</blockquote>
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On weekend evenings the families of the drowned fishermen sometimes stand on the headlands jutting out into the tides where their fathers and husbands were lost. Many are <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maori_people" title="Maori people – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Maori people</a> who believe the souls of those swept away will linger there, a stone's throw away in the ocean. They call out to the sea, to the souls there.</p>
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Trussed up in long ropey tentacles of brown kelp, the husbands drifted ashore here on night tides, pale, sightless, still clad in their thigh-length waders, a full week after tumbling off those treacherous rocks into the boiling sea. Under the balm of a now calm evening sky, the families summon their trapped spirits, mop each others eyes and huddle together for comfort.</p>
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Time is no healer and words are useless in their void of grief, but the sea and the sky soothe them for a while and help them to endure.</p>
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    – Jogyata.</p>
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<h2>Inspiring aphorisms go down a treat!</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy's short poems and artwork - all in one beautiful little card. These cards have enjoyed great public reaction in Australia, New Zealand, the UK, Italy and Ireland.</p>
<p><img alt="aphcard5.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/2006news/aphorismcards/aphcardbi" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />In 2005 in Australia, some inspired students of Sri Chinmoy had the idea of making some of Sri Chinmoy's meditative aphorisms available to the public in a very unique way, by designing individual cards, each containing an aphorism. These cards could then be placed in shops, waiting rooms, cafes and yoga studios for the public to take, with the hope of brightening up someone's day.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy has written over 120,000 poems, prayers and aphorisms. His aphorisms have been described as "<em>an invitation to the silence beyond the words</em>" with "<em>a haiku-like compactness, a tremendous density and compression of language</em>".</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy has published two large collections of these aphorisms, entitled "Ten thousand Flower-Flames" and Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, and, after seven years work, is currently half-way through completing his biggest collection yet - Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees.</p>
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<p>The aphorism cards also contain a miniature of one of Sri Chinmoy's <a href="https://www.srichinmoyart.com/" target="_blank">Jharna-Kala paintings</a> on them. Jharna-Kala means "fountain-art" in Bengali, Sri Chinmoy's native tongue, and the name reflects the fact that the pictures flow direct from the inmost reaches of his being:</p>
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<p>"The whole picture does not come to me at once. As I start painting, I see a streak of light right ahead of me and devotedly I try to follow that streak of light. But on some rare occasions the light is so powerful that I envision the painting long before I have actually touched the paper, I don’t bring it forth; it comes to the fore from within, In the light the colour is there. Each time I see the streak of light, I see the colour.”</p>
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<p>The Australian cards (examples shown above) used many of Sri Chinmoy's paintings dating back to the 1970's.</p>
<p><img alt="aphcard2.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/2006news/aphorismcards/aphgif" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The cards that can currently be found gracing shops and cafes in the British Isles, shown left, use a series of more recent paintings by Sri Chinmoy. In these paintings, Sri Chinmoy first writes down a word at the bottom of the page, and lets the inner flow guide his painting hand as he meditates on that particular topic or quality.</p>
<p>The cards have been very well received wherever we have put them, and those of us who distribute them have heard many a story of how they helped to cheer someone up, or provided a timely nugget of wisdom just when it was most needed.</p>
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For each and every human being<br/>
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Of abundant peace,<br/>
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<h3>With the inspiration to greet the sunrise over the water on the morning of my birthday, I was quite delighted to find the weather fully cooperated.</h3>
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<p>This tradition of greeting my birthday's beginning with a sunrise meditation found me delighted to encounter Sri Chinmoy's series of daily prayers called <a href="https://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/ghc" target="_blank">My God-Hunger-Cry</a> included a prayer about the sunrise written on my birthday.</p>
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My God-Hunger-Cry prayer for October 3, 2006</p>
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No surprise, no surprise, no surprise!<br/>
God comes to me at each sunrise.<br/>
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<p>Last year, thick fog over the water prevented a sunrise over the marsh although I meditated and took photos in a less foggy area. This year my east-facing destination over a marsh featured a clear sky - just dew and mist shimmering above the water. Synchronizing oneself with the morning sunrise imparts a feeling of healing and contentment. After watching the sunrise, the day can unfold while carrying the beauty of the dawn inside your heart. With Sri Chinmoy's glorious poem, the sunrise can also symbolize the eternally present beckoning of God's sweetest love for His creation.</p>
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I have just returned from eleven days in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa" title="South Africa – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">South Africa</a>, in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannesburg" title="Johannesburg – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Johannesburg</a>. I've been here before but my knowledge of this continent is very small – impressions from a raft of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Hemingway" title="Ernest Hemingway – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Hemingway</a> novels and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Conrad" title="Joseph Conrad – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Joseph Conrad</a>'s <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_of_Darkness" title="Heart of Darkness – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Heart of Darkness</a> still linger.</p>
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I greatly admired Hemingway, who wrote of safaris and wars and bullfights, until I actually attended a bullfight in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexico" title="Mexico – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia">Mexico</a> – the courage and death of nine bulls scalded my heart and Hemingway and I parted company. Behind me, two burrito wielding Mexican women snatched savage mouthfuls of lunch and bayed for more – <em>Olé, Olé, Olé!</em> Whose blood did they crave, bull or matador – or mine for my unmasculine dispassion and failure to excite.</p>
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<img alt="Elephant" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/jogyata/blog/blog-images-1/elephant.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Day one and my host-friends Abhijatri and Balarka take me out to a game reserve three hours south of the sprawling city – the high veldt stretches away on all sides, savannah plains, the innumerable, jumbled outcrops of kopjes, and far off the lovely purple silhouettes of mountains. Scanning the orange rocks for leopards through a scarred set of 12x binoculars. We play a game called 'spot the...', competing for points for unusual animals seen, with the winner (the one accruing most points) earning a free lunch at some roadside haven out of the heat. Here not just buffalo but wildebeest, antelope, warthog, gnu roam – a 'spot the...' spotter's paradise! This continent has offered up the first traces of man's predecessors, the earliest known cradle of our evolution.</p>
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Inside the reserve a huge old elephant, one tusk broken off, dozes under an acacia tree. We pull over and click away, but photos are absurd in this 360-degree panorama and I toss my cheap toy into the back seat. The elephant wanders towards us – a waterhole lies on the other side of our car and Abhijatri, our driver, is taking stunt photos through the binocular lens. Now the elephant is almost directly in front of our car, a large behemoth clearly unhappy with our presence, waving his ears, snorting loudly and showing all the signs of a likely charge. Alarm bells are ringing loudly – my eyes are round as teacups. Oblivious, his own eyes riveted to his camera, Abhijatri is blithely unaware of the sudden and dangerous turn of events. We call out, almost in unison – Abhijatri, <em>Abhijatri</em>, <strong>Abhijatri!</strong> and our last shout alerts him. He pales, fumbles to start the car while we watch anxiously. Reversing respectfully away, and just in time. Has any disciple gone to meet the Grim Reaper after being gored by a 3-ton elephant, impaled like a rag doll on those fearsome ivories? A glorious and very original exit from this world but after this experience I'd prefer a nice quick heart failure out on the frisbee field or a leisurely and dignified (and painless please) exit in a disciples old folk's home or maybe a nice high speed train wreck.</p>
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We safari survivors have an intense week of workshops – how lovely the people we meet with their open hearts and goodwill. Here most people believe in <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/spirituality/god_the_supreme/" title="God the Supreme | Sri Chinmoy – Sri Chinmoy's official website">God</a>, laugh in surprise at my own surprise at this. I try to run each day in the nearby parklands – but such tiredness, wheezing along like an infirm and pallid geriatric, then I remember the city is 1800 metres up from sea level. Not dying from some insidious illness after all.</p>
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Upstairs, a transit hotel offers 3-hour rooms for twenty local dollars and I succumb, only falling asleep on my token bunk after a frustrating 2 ½ hours of twitching, jetlagged wakefulness. Wandering, a prayer room and adjoining meditation room loom – unadorned in careful deference to neutrality, instead they fail to inspire or touch the heart. Even here, the bland, unfailingly insipid music of airports and hotels gnaws away. If I could be God for one day, my first task after running a 1:59:00 marathon and restoring my hair would be to erase all muzac from the planet – a mere wave of my sparkly wand – and substitute it with my favourite <a href="http://nz.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/" title="Sri Chinmoy | Sri Chinmoy Centre, New Zealand">Sri Chinmoy</a> piano and pipe organ improvisations. (okay, then I'd stop all world wars). I buy unwanted chocolates, a token gift, but fail to replace the shirt, a tramp doomed to curry stains for the final 11-hour haul over the Pacific and home.</p>
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Circadian rhythms still trapped in an African time zone, frazzled from 35 hours of travel, I drive out to <a href="http://www.newzealand.com/int/article/aucklands-west-coast-beaches/" title="Auckland's West Coast Beaches | NewZealand.com">Auckland's west coast</a> to roam the empty beaches, a little balm for body and spirit. A calm dawn, white caps curling and breaking far out, the sky swallowing it's last stars.</p>
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Chaos of stars, godwits' flight<br/>
against the sea at the end of night<br/>
the murmur of tide in the half dawn light...<br/>
yes, I like it like this.<br/>
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Fears, fantasies, wistful thoughts<br/>
a burst of sky...<br/>
words unsaid, tears unshed<br/>
but I like it like this.</blockquote>
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<h3>Recently while walking on the beach, I closely observed some seagulls with the intention of taking a photograph of one.</h3>
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<p>Often when I am on a picture taking expedition, I transition into a hyper-aware and concentrated perpective. The everyday mood of the world dissolves and a kind of sixth sense springs to the surface.</p>
<p>I'm not even certain what precipitates the shift but it is completely tangible and suddenly like in a Star Trek moment I'm transported to some other mode. As I observed the seagull, that shift unfolded inside me and I found myself tuned into a seagull who was emanating a completely playful vibration amidst the waves.</p>
<p>The reason I choose the word playful to describe the seagull is because after about the third time in a row of repeating the pattern of walking towards the water as a wave receded only to position itself for a dash of spray as the waves came back to the shore I suddenly realized it was playing race the waves.</p>
<p>As a child growing up in the Midwest of America, I rarely travelled to the ocean but trips to the Great Lakes were commonplace. The Great Lakes are tremendous bodies of fresh water complete with sand dunes on the shore and waters powerful enough to sink large ships. Along the shores of Lake Michigan and Lake Huron is where I played race the waves - a frolic along the water's edge guaranteed to evoke squeals of delight from young and old alike.<img alt="seagull3" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/blog/archive/2006/09/images/seagull3.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>On this walk along the ocean's edge near my current coastal habitat, I learned something new about marine ecology and avian behavior. Gulls like to play in the water and offered me an instant mood-booster with the element of surprise in this discovery.</p>
<p>So the next time that someone characterizes seagulls as one of the duller species to observe just tell them that seagulls are anything but dull. Who knows? Maybe if you invite them they'll even play hide and seek.</p>
<p>Photos by Sharani</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/blog/archive/2006/09/25/seagullfrolic">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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There are moments, instances of sheer wonder and beauty, capable of kindling and revealing the imperturbable eternity living in our souls.<br/>
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Instances of eternity filled with splendour, light, love, joy, however manifesting in time and its flow and the discontinual reality of our human, temporal existence, yet oblivious of these self-imposed limits, revealing the true eternal nature of our Innermost.<br/>
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They live suspended in the spaces of spirit which remain quiet and untouched by the ephemeral and finite, awaiting the receptivity and openness of the human vessel tuning its soul towards its Source.<br/>
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They are unpredictable, come unexpectedly, unannounced, be it in times of introversion or seclusion or in the bustle of daily activities whose empty torpor and aimless gropings they dissipate and illumine with musings of inspiration, purpose, harmony, light.<br/>
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The bountiful gift descends, is revealed, opens us to its grandeur, and without expectations, gives us the freedom to be and discover ourselves, with or without itself, whether through awareness or blindness, appreciation or oblivion, gratitude or pride, in the end all different expressions of that unfathomable, endless game of oneness that gives a quality of the unlimited, multiple and infinite to our apparently limited, finite, time-bound self.<br/>
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A conscious acquaintance with these spiritual realms containing such splendour and beauty irradiates the time-bound which strives for the timeless, keeps my heart afloat in the surrounding ocean of darkness and blindness, in tune with the Light and the Grandeur of my Creator and His reflection in my Soul.<br/>
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The eternity contained in these fractions of time ignites in me a sense of utmost gratitude, boundless appreciation and love. &nbsp;<br/>
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I cannot but equate these instances of eternity as vision, intimacy, communion with the Divinity within, around, above.<br/>
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All is stillness.<br/>
All is silence.<br/>
All is being.<br/>
All is Beauty, Love, Delight.<br/>
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&nbsp;</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/reflections/eternalmoment">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Why run 3100 miles?</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/smarana/smarana2007.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />3100 miles (or nearly 5000km) sounds like an eternity and believe me, it also feels like an eternity. Very often, I have been asked why am I doing such a long race?</p>
<p>This is not a question that you can answer in a few words; it needs a lot of background description. First of all I love any kinds of sports and I started running when I was six years old. Running is so simple, you just need your running shoes, a running shorts and a shirt. When I was 10 years old, I did my first half marathon, just for myself. I was never really a very fast runner, but I liked the movement, the challenge and the feeling of satisfaction, after the training. So I was running with no real goal, but for the satisfaction of running and feeling fit itself.</p>
<p>Things changed rapidly, when I got in touch with <a href="/at/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>, who became my spiritual mentor. A major part of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy is "Self-Transcendence" in every walk of life - that is to say, whatever you do, you can improve and you can go one step further, transcending your previous achievement. That was and still is something for me, that strikes me and inspires me in everything; to go beyond yesterdays achievement. Many restrictions are creations of the limited mind and we think that this and that is not possible, but once we try it, we find that it is not only possible but also attainable - if we believe in it and cultivate patience. One of Sri Chinmoy's students, <a href="https://www.ashrita.com/" target="_blank" title="Ashrita Furman - 'World Record Breaker Extraordinaire'">Ashrita Furman</a> is a shining example of self-transcendence in action. Ashrita has set more than 200 Guinness records and he is still going on.</p>
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<p>I think every runner has at one point the dream to finish a marathon. In the beginning it is a far fetched dream, but as you start training, it becomes more and more a reality. Then the big day is coming, you are standing at the starting line and …<br/>
Hours later you cross the finish line and you are in ecstasy, you did it; a mental barrier has been lifted. Years back, many people thought the marathon runners to be crazy folk, and now you see 30,000 participants in the New York Marathon; marathon running has become something honorable.</p>
<p>After I did my first marathon, I heard about a 700 mile race in New York and I was thrilled about the idea. The problem was, that I thought that I did not have the capacity to do it. But there was a voice inside me that inspired me to try it and I finished it. Gradually I improved my stamina and my mental capacity to run the 3100 mile race. Who would have thought that one day I would run such a distance? With patience and determination and grace, is there anything that is impossible?</p>
<p>The <a href="http://www.srichinmoyraces.org/3100" target="_blank" title="Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race">Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race</a>, as it is called, is a very special race in many ways and on different levels.<br/>
It comprehends:</p>
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<li>the eternity of our progress in life</li>
<li>the challenge of life</li>
<li>the endurance we need for our life</li>
<li>the patience for achieving  something</li>
<li>the mental poise we need in every situation of our life</li>
<li>the helpfulness of a positive mind…</li>
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<p>What makes this race so special for me is that you can learn so much about yourself in a relatively short time. The distance of 3100 miles has to be done in 52 days, that makes 59.6 miles per day. Everything gets very intense in this race. For 52 days you have to be very focused and endure rain, heat, humidity, injuries and lack of sleep. You are really pushing the limits and you can learn day by day, how to tackle problems in a better way.</p>
<p>Here at this point I have to say that the longer the race is, the fitter your mind has to be. You can create so much energy when your mind is cheerful and poised. When your thoughts are running amok and are becoming negative, you are loosing your energy and you are just seeing negative reasons to continue. At this point meditation is very  helpful, it helps you to control your mind and gives it a positive momentum.</p>
<p>I want to tell an incident from a runner. At a 100km race in Vienna a friend of mine was running and he had done already 70km and he felt quite fresh, when his wife came and told him, “You look tired, you will not be able to finish the race.”<br/>
Sure enough five kilometers later he had to quit; the power of the mind.</p>
<p>During the race it is like a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs. Is it not the same as in day to day life? There are days we do not want to go out of the house, and life seems like a barren field. But if you continue you see that even after a very long tunnel you are going to see the light again. You just have to hang in, look for the positive and you will be rewarded. Here in the race you get plenty of opportunity to practice this experience and overcome it again and again. After such a race so many problems seem to be negligible, non-existing.</p>
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<p>I simply love the opportunity to get this intense training of problem-solving drills. At the race you can not back off; you are confronted with the problems and you have to find a solution, or it will haunt you the next day and the following day.<br/>
In normal life you go and watch a movie or do something else to escape of the problem. Not at the race - "Face the problems and solve them!" is the motto.</p>
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<p>You have to start the 3100 miles with your first step and many are to be followed. If you always think of the whole race, your mind can not take it, so you have to break it into smaller portions, laps, hours, days… so it becomes digestable. Similarly, in our life if we think of everything that we have to do, then it looks like an impossible task, so we also have to start with the first task, the second…until everything is done. Is this race not a great teacher for our life?</p>
<p><a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> took a very personal interest in this race and came nearly every day to encourage the runners. Everytime he came to the race I feel my spirit lifted and it gave me additional physical power. </p>
<p>Al Howie, an ultra-running legend in the 80's who became the first person to finish the 1300 mile race organised by the <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/" target="_blank" title="The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team International">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a>. He said, "Every time I am coming here and I am running a race, I am leaving as a better person." Yes, that is why I am also running this race - to become a better person.</p>
</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/why_run_3100_miles">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>The Homepage of Smarana Puntigam</h2><div class="field-item"><p><a href="https://smarana.srichinmoycentre.org/smarana_deutsch"><strong>Hier findest Du die deutsche Version von Smaranas Webseite.</strong></a></p>
<p>My name is Smarana and I come from Vienna, in Austria. For me it is always amusing, when people in Asia ask me, where I come from. I tell them and they say, "Oh Australia!"</p>
<p>Yes, <a href="https://at.srichinmoycentre.org/" title="The Sri Chinmoy Centre - Austria">Austria</a> is a small country, but as soon as you bring classical music, or Mozart into the picture, nearly everybody knows about it.</p>
<p>I am very grateful to my father, since it was him who evoked the interest for spirituality in me; we would talk for hours about psychology and spirituality. So I was very lucky to get in touch with <a href="../../at/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> at the tender age of 16.</p>
<p>Many years later I am shedding tears of joy and gratitude for all the inner and outer experiences that I was allowed to undergo. Life has become an adventure and day for day I am exploring new spiritual land and knowing more about life.</p>
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Life has become rich and colourful and it feels like sitting in a sailing-boat, where the wind is blowing the sails and I am on course to my goal. With <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> as my spiritual guide, I feel like a small child, that is taking his father's guiding and protecting hand. This hand is always there and in all the years, I have always been able to rely on that.</p>
<p>My spiritual life is also very closely related to running. Sri Chinmoy's motto is self transcendence, in every walk of your life. The <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/" target="_blank" title="The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team International">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a> sponsors the longest race in the world: the <a href="https://3100.srichinmoyraces.org/" target="_blank" title="Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race">Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race</a>.I was fortunate enough to participate in ten of these “pilgrimages”, as I call them.</p>
<p>In his book, <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/bhf" target="_blank" title=" Humanity's Fortress' - by Sri Chinmoy">The Body: Humanity's Fortress</a>, Sri Chinmoy describes the body as being like a temple and the soul is like the shrine. It is very difficult to meditate if the temple is leaking or broken and it is difficult if the shrine is shabby.<br/>
So, spirituality can help your body and if the body is strong, it can be a tremendous help for your spiritual life.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-smarana">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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Started from seeds gifted to me by a co-worker a few years back, this perennial is a perennial favorite in my yard.</h3>
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<p>A couple of days ago, the blossoms were still open in the morning and partial sunlight added a special touch to their already distinct beauty. With the sun playing on their petals, it seemed as if they were illuminated in an otherworldy fashion. Coinciding with my day of the week to start work at noon insteand of nine, I delighted in taking the time to seriously capture some photographs of this stunning flower.</p>
<p>The blossoms were in various states of unfolding and the details included spiral patterns and curlicue edges that trumpeted perfection. Just as the patterns created by sand crabs in Malaysia created a spiral beauty, these flowers sang a spiral song in each state of opening and awakening.</p>
<p>I felt almost like a thief with my camera who could never lay claim to actually own these riches now adorning my snapshot albums.</p>
<p>Here are a few of the photos and there are more in my <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/sharani/east_providence_flowers_and_nature/">gallery album</a> .</p>
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<p>The sun had just set by the time I got back to my house so I decided to drive down a couple of blocks to watch the last remnants of what looked like must have been a beautiful sunset indeed. I didn't get out of my car, just sat and looked out over the marsh and river drinking in the pink hued light that dappled on the water and tinged the sky like cotton candy.</p>
<p>I couldn't linger because soon I would attend a meditation meeting at our local Sri Chinmoy Centre.  However, as I headed back up the hill to my house my vision was arrested by an almost full moon rising in the sky still fairly close to the horizon. My discouragement at a fruitless errand evaporated and I was so happy to see my venture out and about had brought me in tandem with the moon.<img alt="Moonrise" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/blog/archive/2006/09/images/moonrise.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p>Not even familiar with the proper manual settings on my camera for capturing the scene (my automatic setting was producing blurry pictures even with the night setting), I just experimented and got a few pictures that hint at the majesty that rose before my eyes.</p>
<p>Nature never fails to impart depth and meaning in my sometimes less than compelling routine and daily melee. So with my memories resurfacing from childhood, where an upright player piano in the basement cranked out tunes from dotted rolls of paper fed to its interiors, I'm remembering one song that started "By the light of the silvery moon... your silver beams will bring love dreams - or at least something like that went the lyrics...</p>
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<h2>The play&#039;s the thing....</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Every so often some of the Dublin centre put on plays for the rest of the group, plays that are both entertaining and enlightening....</p>
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<p>During our twice-weekly meditation, each of us go deep within on a voyage of self-discovery, striving to bring out the peace and joy that lies within our true nature. It is a journey that aims to go beyond the confines of the human mind and venture into the realms of the heart and the soul, so the mind naturally has some resistance to this happening! It is hence a nice thing every couple of weeks to have a short play as a lighter complement to the intensity of meditation practice.</p>
<p>Often these plays are performed with very quickly-put together costumes, and a rehearsal schedule of ten minutes before the play start, but this only adds to the joy, and it is surprising how well the plays turn out regardless. Our subject matter is usually one of the many stories Sri Chinmoy has related over the years, from Eastern mythological stories and tales of great spiritual Masters, to simple charming village tales. As well as being entertained, we also get tremendous inspiration from reliving the lives and deeds of some of the great spiritual figures over the years, and relating the love and compassion reflected in their words and deeds.</p>
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<p><a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/plays/a-universal-heart-of-sympathy">A Universal Heart of Sympathy</a></p>
<p>A play about the great Indian spiritual figure, Swami Vivekananda, who lived in the latter part of the 19th century. His visit to the World Parliament of Religions in Chicago in 1893 is considered a landmark event in the arrival of Eastern philosophy to the West.</p>
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<p><a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/plays/the-boil-illumination">The Boil Illumination</a></p>
<p>This short play is based on one of the many stories Sri Chinmoy has written over the years.</p>
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</div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/2006news/the-plays-the-thing">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Smart squirrels and monster caterpillars looking for a new friend can shake hands with this cicada!<img class="right lazyload" alt="Cicada2" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/blog/archive/2006/09/images/cicada2" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />
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Aren't they remarkable? The wings are so delicate. As far as I can tell, this one is a Tibicen Cicada also called a Dog-Day Cicada because they come out in late July and August. Here's a snippet of information about them from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cicada">Wikipedia</a>:
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"Male cicadas (and only males) have loud noisemakers called "<a title="Tymbal" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tymbal&amp;action=edit">tymbals</a>" on the sides of the <a title="Abdomen" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdomen">abdominal</a> base. Their "singing" is not <a title="Stridulation" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stridulation">stridulation</a> as in many other familiar sound-producing insects like <a title="Cricket (insect)" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cricket_%28insect%29">crickets</a> (where two structures are rubbed against one another): the tymbals are regions of the <a title="Exoskeleton" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exoskeleton">exoskeleton</a> that are modified to form a complex membrane with thin, membranous portions and thickened "ribs". They rapidly vibrate these <a title="Membrane" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Membrane">membranes</a> with strong muscles, and enlarged chambers derived from the <a title="Tracheae" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracheae">tracheae</a> make their body serve as a <a title="Resonance" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resonance">resonance</a> chamber, greatly amplifying the sound. Some cicadas produce sounds louder than 106 <a title="DB (SPL)" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DB_%28SPL%29">dB (SPL)</a>, among the loudest of all insect-produced sounds. (This amazing sound has frequently inspired <a title="Haiku" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku">haiku</a> poets in <a title="Japan" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan">Japan</a> to write about them.) They modulate their noise by wiggling their abdomens toward and away from the tree that they are on.
Only males produce the cicadas' distinctive sound. Both sexes, however, have <a title="Tympana" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tympana">tympana</a>, which are membranous structures used to detect sounds; thus, the cicadas' equivalent of <a title="Ear" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ear">ears</a>."</i></p>
<p>Isn't Mother Nature amazing? Now if we were to have background audio it ought to be a cicada chorus or ... perhaps Simon &amp; Garfunkel singing "It's all happening at the zoo."</p>
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<p>Colm Magee and Ambarish Keenan were amongst a team drawn from over 20 countries around the world aiming to break the 20-foot record mark for the tallest popcorn structure by a whole seven meters. The aim: to create a 27-foot high cake by August 27, in time to present to renowned spiritual teacher <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> on the occasion of his 75th birthday, made only out of popcorn bound together with dissolved sugar and palmoil.</p>
<p>The 55-strong team spent more almost two weeks constructing the 5440kg structure, dealing with problems ranging from trying to source enough popcorn, to very un-New York rain showers which made working conditions very difficult indeed during the final stages of construction. The cake itself was five layers high, and was topped with a popcorn statue by noted sculptor, Kaivalya Torpy.</p>
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<li>In August 2004 Shane helped to construct the <a href="http://nirbhasa.srichinmoycentre.org/records/flowers">largest bouquet of flowers ever created</a> (101,000 roses).</li>
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<li><a href="https://www.ashrita.com/">Ashrita's website</a> - including a recent blog where he describes his latest feats!</li>
<li><a href="/Members/shardul/blog/archive/2006/09/03/world-record-popcorn-cake/">blog entry about the cake</a> by Shardul Dillicar from New Zealand</li>
<li>Picture gallery by <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/jowan/ashrita/popcorn/">Jowan Gauthier</a></li>
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Not a proper <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/joydays">Joy Day</a>, but a day of joy it certainly was. On a damp morning, ten met for a vast and strengthening breakfast. Bleary eyes were soon opened by the nourishing sight of recent <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/">Sri Chinmoy</a> videos. Two washed dishes while I read favourite AA Milne poems from my childhood in the voices my father used to use. The others shrieked and chuckled as they worked. We agreed Milne was a genius and wished he had written more.</p>
<p>Out of the whirl and hum of the city, seven set out along the coast. Now steel mills sit in a slumbering Sunday town. Bright, wind-swept boarding houses and stout promenades speed past as we enthuse about the way things are and how they may be soon. A horned cow firmly stands, blocking the other side of the road. An international airport boasts a new fence around its one hangar, one hut and a handful of tiny aircraft.</p>
<p>We make the last mile on foot across a green cliff. A castle ruin still looks out to sea after seeing eight centuries. A stone arch no longer holds a roof, but frames a seascape through a wall long blown away. This surely is the abode of legends! Surely King Arthur has seen this very view! Down a sheer slope of powdered sand, each step creates a downward elevator, making the body momentarily weightless. Then on to a crescent cove nestled in greenery. Pale sand and gentle sea.</p>
<p>We run, analysing our prints in the sand, then chasing up vertical dunes and flopping to the ground. Now we swim in the clear sea, which rolls and swells happily. The cold shock soon fades and the rain starts to fall. I become a playful fish, a baby in Ocean's loving arms, a drop in the sea of compassion, then joy just consumes me. For a moment I feel immersed in oneness. I am so full, I come out again to feel wrinkles of sand underfoot. I lie flat on the earth surrounded by sky.</p>
<p>Then back along a winding rivulet through soft marshes. Verdant weed clings to the pebbles. Twin velveteen calves stand motionless, dribbling and frowning. On to a canopied fresh stream and miniature mossy grottoes. If fairies and goblins are to live anywhere I am sure they would choose here! The dappled shade creates the sense that small things are moving just too cleverly to be caught by human eyes!</p>
<p>The rain now falls in earnest as we reach our tea-shop destination. Welsh rain I am sure is wetter than any other. With sturdy cups of tea, we compare past marathon mistakes and training insecurities, laughing heartily. Chocolate ice-cream (almost black with intensity) is served in polystyrene with a neon spoon and fuels further verbal rambling.</p>
<p>Scrubbed clean of sand we end a perfect day with meditation at Centre Meeting. Surrounded by fragrant yellow flowers I feel alive with a day immersed in simplicity. I offer all my heart's gratitude for the beauty and joy of life.</p>
<p><b>Sumangali Morhall</b>August 2004<b></b></p>
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<p>Since blogging regularly theoretically involves writing regularly, I&#39;m mentioning an audiobook that I&#39;m currently listening to for the second time because I liked it so much. It&#39;s a collection called &quot;The Best of NPR : Writers on Writing.&quot; It includes interviews with May Sarton, Roddy Doyle, Joan Didion, Sharon Olds, Anne Lamott, Walter Mosley, John McPhee and others.</p>
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<p>NPR picked the best of their interviews with writers and asked them questions about being a writer or about their works. Some of the authors I have never read and am intrigued to pursue more of their offerings. On the tape, the book &quot;A River Runs Through It&quot; is particularly popular and and I was particularly moved by the interview with May Sarton as well.</p>
<p>I guess I&#39;m a little behind the learning curve in the audiobook world in that I don&#39;t have an Ipod or listen to podcasts. My oldish car just has a cassette player and I fiind that there are still many interesting books on tape available from the local library.</p>
<p>If you want to ponder the subject of writing, I highly recommend this collection. Maybe I will even quote some of the writers as a follow-up later.</p>
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It was evening and I was travelling by car with my father from Bratislava to Prague. From the very beginning my father asked me to sing Sri Chinmoy&#39;s songs, so I was singing. Finally he asked me what was Guru&#39;s most powerful song. I told him about the Invocation, Guru&#39;s most powerful song invoking the Presence of the Supreme. I told him that I could sing and he could imagine that inside his heart he was folding his hands.<br/>
When I finished singing the Invocation, it was all silent for at least 10 minutes, as we drove along the highway in the dark. Then suddenly our car went out of control. We spun around and crashed hard into the middle of the railing with the back of the car. We turned around again and stopped. During this accident I was saying aloud very fast, &quot;Supreme, Supreme&amp;quot. I opened my eyes and discovered that I was in my father&#39;s arms. He was looking at me with his eyes wide open, smiling, and asked, &quot;What were you saying?&quot; He felt that only because of Guru and the Invocation were we still alive. It was a miracle that nothing had happened to us. We were in Guru&#39;s hands.
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Sri Chinmoy was visiting Melbourne in 1984 to give a Peace Concert, and I had the honour of driving him around. We were doing some shopping and going to a restaurant. Upon our return to the car, I accidentally got my arm caught in the door as it was being closed. A loud &quot;crack&quot; was heard as the metal frame bore down against my forearm. I immediately said to myself, &quot;My God, it&#39;s broken!&quot;<br/>
Everyone in the car except Guru expressed concern. Guru, on the other hand, turned quickly with an intense and penetrating look on his face and said nothing until I sat down in the driver&#39;s seat. He was very sweet and quietly asked, &quot;Is it all right?&quot;<br/>
I replied, &quot;It&#39;s fine, Guru,&quot; and indeed it was. Everyone was astonished.<br/>
All this happened within the space of about 10 seconds and then we drove away to another shopping appointment, as I basked in the experience of a heart filled with gratitude.
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<h2>Of Life And Death</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
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You could see the photo of this car accident in almost every newspaper in Switzerland: a Madal Bal van with Sri Chinmoy&#39;s photograph inside, pierced by a crash-barrier that rose up behind the car into the sky more than 10 metres. This experience was like a nightmare from my childhood in which I found myself in a cruel, hopeless situation and desperately fought to wake up. But this time I did not succeed, not until Guru freed me from this abysmal abyss with his loving care.<br/>
I tried to get out of the van, but my right leg wouldn&#39;t move. When I tried to lift it with my hand, my fingers found themselves between flesh and bones, covered with blood. I was so shocked and horrified that I didn&#39;t notice that a bar from the destroyed seat had speared me.<br/>
Enough facts for despair. I was extremely lucky that I had already been a disciple of Sri Chinmoy&#39;s for almost two years&mdash;long enough to have a lot of faith in him. Otherwise I would have perished miserably then.<br/>
When the doctor, who was standing at the left side of my bed, started to elaborate on the &quot;facts&quot;, my wife Usha, whose presence I now became aware of, interrupted him at once. Smiling bravely at me, she said to me that she had been able to talk to Guru about my accident. His blessingful, compassionate message for me said I shouldn&#39;t worry because everything would become again like it was before. This was definitely the happiest moment of my life. Guru&#39;s prediction-promise was my blissful salvation. Of course, there were still many tough moments to come, but he would always be there to save me.<br/>
During the time at the hospital, I felt like a helpless child lying safely in the arms of his mother. Usha was Guru&#39;s faithful messenger. She helped me to keep my focus on Guru amidst all the pain and the doctors&#39; doubting minds.<br/>
Some divine miracle-facts: When I had this accident, a nurse was driving behind me. If she hadn&#39;t tied off my leg in time, I would have never made it to the hospital alive. Then, during the more than five hours of surgery, the hospital staff were able to trace my wife in Zurich, about 100 miles away. Somehow she managed to arrive at the hospital just in time to stop the doctors from amputating the injured leg. Now they needed her permission. She was able to phone Guru in New York and tell him about the situation. He told her not to allow the amputation and to make sure to be near me when I woke up and to tell me at once that I shouldn&#39;t worry.<br/>
The next miracle was that the director of the intensive care unit, who was an excellent microsurgeon but on leave from his job at that time, had been visiting the hospital just on the evening I was taken there. Because it was a very serious and complicated case, they had to allow him to operate on me. He was very eager to do an excellent job.<br/>
Another miracle was that I wasn&#39;t paralysed, because the base of the spine had been totally smashed. During the following years, the feeling in my back, legs and feet recovered completely. Also, I survived a very bad lung embolism that occurred during the surgery and forced the doctors to stop.<br/>
Next miracle: the doctors were convinced that I would have to wear this terrible plastic bag for the rest of my life. But fortunately, the microsurgeon&#39;s substitute was one of the best colostomy specialists in Europe. He liked me and therefore was inspired to examine me once more. I had to invent quite a few white lies to convince him that it made sense to recommend another surgery. When the microsurgeon heard about that and noticed that the operation was supposed to take place on the first day of his return to work, he decided at once to do it himself. He again did an excellent job. The doctors needed a whole week to decide how to cover the open bone, and in spite of their unconcealed scepticism, the surgery was successful.<br/>
Shortly before the accident, Usha and I had missed the registration for the upcoming university semester and, without being aware of it, had also thus lost our health insurance. This meant I would have had to pay more than sixty thousand dollars to the hospital myself. But the insurance company agreed to take Usha back into the health plan and, since we were married, to pay my hospital fees.<br/>
The doctors were convinced that I would have to stay in the hospital at least until autumn. But I left in the middle of July, and in August I went on a plane to New York to see Guru&mdash;although with crutches and a removable cast. When I left the hospital, some of the doctors and nurses told me how inspired they had been by the wondrous outcome of this &quot;tragic, hopeless case&quot;. But they also told me not to expect more&mdash;for example, to ever be able to run again. They were convinced that I wouldn&#39;t even be able to walk properly.<br/>
But less than three years later, on a chilly January morning in New York, Guru&#39;s presence helped me win the Rainbow Marathon in a new personal record of 2:55. And only one year later I came in second behind my friend Hutashan at the 47-mile race in a personal record of 5:55.<br/>
I&#39;ll never forget the silent ecstasy that I felt in the hospital each time I sang the line of the Invocation: &quot;Supreme, I am Thy glowing Grace.&quot; And I&#39;ll never forget the amazement in the eyes of one of the nurses when she saw me crying during one of my numerous sleepless nights. She came near to console me, only to discover that I was crying with joy&mdash;joy because of the sleepless and breathless blessing-guidance of my Guru, which turned this most difficult experience into the most fulfilling period of my life.
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Shaktidhar (Zurich)</p>
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Years ago, during the winter Guru used to practise tennis shots indoors in our old Progress-Promise meeting hall. Guru used a ball machine, which would eject balls at some considerable speed, and Guru would fire them back over a net that had been temporarily erected for his practice sessions. Some of us boys would scurry behind the net collecting balls as fast as Guru could hit them.<br/>
On one particular morning, I was not in a very good consciousness, but my saving grace was that I was aware of the situation and I desperately wanted to lift myself out of this mood. I said to myself, &quot;What I need is a good knock on the head to jolt myself out of this state.&quot; Not one second later a tennis ball came flying my way courtesy of Guru&#39;s racquet and smacked me squarely in the head. It was a perfect hit!<br/>
Guru cried out, &quot;Sorry, sorry!&quot; but I could detect a wry grin on his face, and I was deeply grateful for my tennis-ball illumination.<br/>
<p>Kishore (Melbourne)</p>
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<p><a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/centres/london"><img alt="Devashishu" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/uk/activities/images/devashishu.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></a>My name is Devashishu and I live in <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/centres/london">London</a>. When people ask me what I do, I find it difficult to give a concise answer. Currently I teach English (TEFL), I promote music and sports events, I write plays and perform in a music group, I do security work, I conduct surveys, I assist in the instalment of sundials and water features and on top of this I spend a third of each year travelling the globe – a jack of all trades and master of none. The one activity that has been a consistent part of my life for the past twenty years is the giving of <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation/free_meditation_classes_london">meditation classes</a>, through which I have earned not one penny but have discovered wealth of a different nature. </p>
<p>In fact, when someone asks you ‘What do you do?’, they are actually asking ‘Who are you?’ They hope that from your response they will have a better knowledge of who you are. But in my experience, we know very little about our own existence, let alone of those around us. I grew up with meditation, and due to its capacity to imbue the journey of self-discovery with tremendous joy and strength, it has remained an integral and constant element in my life. </p>
<p>I give meditation classes on the authority of my teacher, <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>. I am a seeker, and as part of my spiritual discipline, I have been given the opportunity to share my experiences and my limited knowledge with other seekers. That ‘sharing’ plays a vital role in my own journey of self discovery.  </p>
<p>When we start to meditate we soon become conscious that we are dealing with an infinite source of energy, an infinite intelligence. Through the regular daily practice of simple techniques, we develop our capacity to conduct that energy. This development of capacity is an expansion of consciousness. If you imagine a vast lake then through our meditation we are creating a passage or a river. But for there to be a river and a constant flow of water there needs to be an outlet to the sea. That outlet is vital to the health and vibrancy of the river. In the silence of meditation we discover a profound source of peace, light and bliss and we need to offer these qualities to the world around us. This can be done in a number of ways and for me the meditation classes have provided the perfect way. </p>
<p>I have been fortunate to see many countries and to date I have given classes in the UK, Ireland, France, Austria, the Czech and Slovak republics, Poland, Greece, Romania, Russia, the Ukraine, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia, Indonesia, the Philippines, Japan, the Bahamas, Brazil, Mexico, Canada and the United States. </p>
<p>Despite what we see and hear on our daily news programmes, I have discovered a world of astounding beauty. In each and every place I was greeted with the warmth and hospitality that I have come to know as the universal hallmark of the human heart. The ideals of compassion and friendship are valued by the majority of the people with whom we share this planet. There are many cultures, races, religions and political viewpoints, and in spirituality we find a common ground that far transcends the illusion of separation and limitation. In all human beings there is a profound thirst for satisfaction and it is in meditation that we can find a true and fulfilling way to slake this thirst. </p>
<p>I am very grateful for the opportunity to give meditation classes. When I am standing before a class I feel the tangible joy and satisfaction of my teacher and am reminded that I am, indeed, the eternal student.</p>
<p>- <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/centres/london/devashishu">Devashishu Torpy</a></p>
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<h2>Running and Me</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/uk/lifestyle/garga-chamberlain.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />"Why do I run? I run to get inspiration. I run to increase my dynamism. I run to enjoy the beauty of nature and feel my connection with that beauty, which to me is something very sacred. Most of all, I run because running has changed me as a person and is changing me still. Through running, I'm becoming.</p>
<p>Is running a form of meditation? Well, sometimes yes. I have certainly had meditative experiences while running, especially during races where the intensity of the event triggers in turn an intense concentration - which is of course one of the gateways into the experience of meditation.</p>
<p>As with meditation, I feel the proof of the spiritual value of running is not necessarily in how you feel at the time. While running I may feel tired, drained, generally having a tough time (though thankfully these occasions are the exception rather than the rule!) but running has definitely taught me valuable spiritual lessons, and helped me to bring my good qualities more to the fore. After a run or a race, even if the experience was challenging or difficult, I invariably have a lighter mood, a happier demeanour, a feeling that life is simpler than we think and full of positive opportunities.</p>
<p>When I trained for my first marathon, it seemed like an impossible task. When I completed that first marathon, it brought home to me how anything is possible - how tough challenges will surrender in the face of determination and perseverance. Running has given me that confidence and optimism, and also more belief in myself and in the divine grace that is there to help all of us when we attempt the improbable (I should give up using that word "impossible"). When I ran my first ultramarathon, I realised that there is no limit to our achievements - we can keep going one step further.</p>
<p>Running has its pitfalls, most notably the injuries that one can sustain (though with hindsight all mine were avoidable, had I known then what I know now!). Coming to terms with being unable to run, and the process by which the injuries were surmounted so I could run again, was in itself an inspirational journey. In those times when I could not run, I was aware of how my consciousness suffered - something was most certainly missing. Thats not to say that one cannot follow the spiritual life without running, but for me it has become an essential ingredient, and were I ever deprived of it for good I would need to find another source of purity, simplicity and dynamism to complement my practise of meditation.</p>
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<p>I worked for many years in a running shop, meeting hundreds of runners every month. Not all are conscious that running has a spiritual side, and some would dismiss such a notion as fanciful. Most runners, though, do find the activity inspiring and a source of immense satisfaction. I'm convinced many or even most runners are growing spiritually through their running, developing self discipline, determination, perseverance, detachment and numerous other spiritual qualities; not to mention the most significant spiritual quality: happiness, pure and simple. Anyone who takes on the marathon, for example, must learn how to contact their inner reserves - not just their physical reserves of energy but also their will power and the strength and inspiration that abide in one's heart and soul. If you doubt this, go to your nearest marathon and look at the faces of the finishers. You may be surprised at what you see; in their eyes, in their smiles, in the way they are finding fulfilment through as simple an activity as running.</p>
<p>In the spiritual life, one's spiritual practise must take first priority in one's life. Each morning when the day begins, I rise early to meditate. After meditation I sing spiritual songs, and give myself time to assimilate my meditation. Then, I get on my running shoes and head out to greet the day. Whatever the weather, its invariably a beautiful morning."</p>
<p>Garga Chamberlain<br/>
Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team Race Director, Bristol</p>
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<h2>My love of spiritual poetry</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/uk/storyimages/manatita.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The inspiration for my poetry began as a young child growing up in the Caribbean. On cool dark, wintry nights, in the village of <i>Hermitage</i>, St Patrick's on the island of Grenada, the boys and I would sit on the side of the road telling Annancy [traditional folklore] stories until the early hours of the morning. Our only, yet precious comfort, was the taste of piped water coming directly from the 'boiling' springs. Of course, the stories themselves gave tremendous joy and inspiration, together with a deep sense of love and brotherly comradeship. I have not heard stories such as ours since, neither have I encountered the purity and self-giving nature of this life-energising water on those cool dark nights.</p>
<p>It was not until the early 70s that I continued my work. The divine poet, to me, is inspired unconsciously, as well as consciously. As to whether the inner accolade that comes from poetry is greater when the poet is conscious of the higher force or not conscious, I leave for others to decide. What is do know is that some of my earlier works, while written for the mundane, contained many lofty and sublime pieces. This I was only able to recognise with my spiritual awakening and the depth of inner awareness given to me on Sri Chinmoy's path. So even prior to my conscious awakening, I was unconsciously reaching for higher ideals.</p>
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<p>My first poems that I wrote on Sri Chinmoy's path were 'prayers' written in the 80s, composed to assist me in my life of spiritual pursuit. Sri Chinmoy's style of devotion, yearning and aspiration for the Supreme had influenced me deeply, giving me the strength and necessary tools to re-commence my work.</p>
<p>What is a poet? I was once sitting at home when I received a letter, which had a most profound effect upon me. there and then I started composing a poem:</p>
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<p>"Thank you"<br/>
Said the devotee to his gurubhai.<br/>
The words echoing from his inner core,<br/>
While joyful secretions trickled down his cheeks.<br/>
Happy was he in the waves of gratitude<br/>
Suddenly taking hold of his heart.<br/>
O lord, immeasurable is Your beauty,<br/>
How diverse Thy ways of expressing it!<br/>
This moment: stillness, repose, and the next...<br/>
Flowing gladness, wondrous delight,<br/>
An awakening of psychic tears and thankfulness.<br/>
Brother gurubhai, appreciation for thy faith in Man.<br/>
Long lives thy soulful inspiration.</p>
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<p>Again at a gathering in Shepherds' Bush [in London], I experienced a 'flashing' of the wholeness of life and its interconnectedness, which prompted me to write the following poem:</p>
<p><b>Interconnectedness</b><br/>
I smiled at the server,<br/>
Who lovingly handed me the drink.<br/>
The swami had just finished<br/>
A most stirring speech.<br/>
Musicians played hauntingly,<br/>
While the vocalist sang melodiously<br/>
To rapturous applause,<br/>
And the drumming of the tabla mesmerised the crowds.<br/>
Upstairs, where I now sit,<br/>
The aroma of palatable food and cheerful noises,<br/>
Permeate the soulful atmosphere.<br/>
Servers diligently seek to see<br/>
That all is fed and trays are taken away.<br/>
Tables are wiped clean,<br/>
While floors are swept.<br/>
All is buzzing with life.<br/>
Downstairs, the pungent smell<br/>
Of incense, still lingers on,<br/>
And the deities stand majestically<br/>
At their respective places.<br/>
The shoes racks swell with pride,<br/>
And the book tables quietly wait their turn<br/>
In this game of life.<br/>
Silently I sit, not moving, but<br/>
Marvelling at the intricate web and<br/>
Beauty of Truth's Creation.<br/>
Each part of the whole,<br/>
Playing his or her tune, and dancing with God.</p>
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<p>Some of my most inspired works came as a direct result of experience in mediation. I have enclosed one below:</p>
<p><b>In the Presence of Thy Sanctity</b><br/>
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As I sit down before Thy sacred shrine,<br/>
Your stillness-peace within I feel.<br/>
Grace points me to an inner thrill,<br/>
I know the effort is not mine.<br/>
Around me all is calm, serene,<br/>
Your spirit percolates my being.<br/>
Before I even think of Thee,<br/>
Thy bliss is flowing ever free.<br/>
Your love is sanctimonious, keen,<br/>
So selfless for a wretch like me,<br/>
When all I have done is enter in,<br/>
The presence of Thy sanctuary.</p>
<p>The point here is to show that the divine poet, whether he is conscious or not conscious of the Supreme, writes primarily from a Higher inspiration flowing through his soul, heart, mind, vital and finally fingers and pen in order to be dynamically used to an esoteric or psychic flow. Thus Sri Chinmoy, with his direct inner vision, does infinitely better than I can, and so I would finish this writing with a poem of his which illustrates fully - in my view - the soul of the inspired poet as well as the poet with direct perception of life's inner transcendental beauty.</p>
<p><b>O Light of the Supreme</b><br/>
<em>by Sri Chinmoy </em></p>
<p>O Beauty non-pareil, O Beloved,<br/>
Do burn the fire of beauty and splendour<br/>
   Within my heart.<br/>
By loving You, eternally beautiful I shall be.<br/>
May Lord Shiva's destruction-dance<br/>
Destroy all shackles of the finite.<br/>
May the light of the Supreme inundate me,<br/>
My heart, my heart, my all.<br/>
Having loved the Infinite,<br/>
The heart of gloom is crying<br/>
   For the bloom of Light<br/>
O life infinite, give me the eternal hunger<br/>
   Aspiration-cry.<br/>
The tiniest drop will lose it's raison d'etre<br/>
In the heart of the boundless ocean.<br/>
In fire and air Your life of the Spirit I behold.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/lifestyle/poetry/manatita">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Mein Weg mit Sri Chinmoy</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Ich heiße Tapaswini Voelckner, bin am 02.04.1947 geboren und seit 07. Mai 1980 Schülerin von Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p><img alt="tapaswini.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/tapaswini/tapaswini.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Warum ich Schülerin <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoys</a> geworden bin, möchte ich hier kurz erzählen. Als unsere erste Tochter 1972 in den Kindergarten kam, stellten wir fest, dass sie sich nicht richtig in die Gruppe integrieren konnte oder wollte und sie dadurch der Kindergärtnerin auffiel. Nun war guter Rat teuer - soll man eine Therapie machen oder was tun ?? Mein Mann studierte zu dieser Zeit an der FH und hatte im Fach „Psychologie“ eine sehr nette Dame, die er nach Rat fragte. Da stellte sich heraus, dass diese Dame unter anderem auch Hatha Yoga unterrichtete und spontan gingen wir zu ihr. Über diese Dame und das Hatha Yoga wuchs unser Interesse für die Zusammenhänge von Geist, Körper und Seele. Wir begannen alle möglichen Kurse zu besuchen und das „sich mit diesen geistigen Dingen auseinander setzen“ wurde unser tägliches Geprächsthema. Wir wurden Vegetarier und begannen zu meditieren.</p>
<p>Auf unserem Weg des „Suchens“ stießen wir in kurzer Zeit 4 Mal hintereinander auf Informationen zu <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/deutsch" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoys offizielle Web-Seite">Sri Chinmoy</a>, einem spirituellen Lehrer, der in New York lebte. Was mich sofort an diesem Mann faszinierte, war seine unglaubliche Aktivität. Das war kein Mann, der in einer Höhle saß und nur meditierte oder der abgerückt vom sogenannten normalen Leben seine Verwirklichung lebte. In zu vielen Gruppen erfuhr ich viele schöne Worte, ein vordergründiges Lächeln, aber oft hatte ich das Gefühl, dass das alles sehr unehrlich und unecht wahr. Bei den Schülern Sri Chinmoys traf man viele aktive, sportlich engagierte Leute, die zwar auch gerne mal „Weisheiten“ losließen, aber ansonsten sehr natürlich und ehrlich waren. Alle waren Sucher auf ihrem Weg zur „Selbstverwirklichung“ (einem großen Wort), aber gaben nicht vor, bereits erleuchtet zu sein, wenn sie eigentlich noch Probleme mit ihrem täglichen Leben hatten.</p>
<p>Ja und das entsprach ganz meinem Naturell - ich bin sehr aktiv, liebe das Leben in Form von Arbeit und Sport, und ich liebe die Einfachheit - auch ein wichtiges Attribut auf Sri Chinmoys Weg. Was mir auf dem spirituellen Weg zugute kommt, ist meine angeborene Disziplin, die mir so vieles erleichtert: frühes Aufstehen, regelmäßiges Meditieren, regelmäßig Sport machen, beim Lernen aus Fehlern, beim gesunden Ernähren, beim Umgang mit meinen Mitmenschen usw.</p>
<p>Ich bin zutiefst dankbar, dass mich Sri Chinmoy damals als Schülerin angenommen hat und hoffe, dass ich ihm nicht zuviele Sorgen mit meinen Unzulänglichkeiten mache. Ich bemühe mich täglich, Fortschritt zu machen - nach dem Motto: es ist nie zu spät und man ist nie zu alt, um zu lernen. Allen, die das lesen, wünsche ich viel Freude auf ihrem Weg zu Selbstfindung.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-tapaswini">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Ja, Österreich ist ein kleines Land, aber sobald man von Mozart und klassischer <img alt="smarana.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/smarana_puntigam/smarana_deutsch/smarana.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Musik spricht, dann wissen die Leute Bescheid. Ich bin meinem Vater sehr dankbar, da er es war, der mein Interesse für Spiritualität geweckt hat. Wir haben oft stundenlang über Psychologie und Spiritualität gesprochen. So habe ich auch im relativ zarten Alter von 16 Jahren, Sri Chinmoy kennengelernt. Heute vergieße  ich Tränen von Freude und Dankbarkeit, bei dem Gedanken, was ich in den Jahren als Schüler von Sri Chinmoy an äußeren und inneren Erfahrungen machen durfte.</p>
<p>Das Leben wurde für mich zu einem Abenteuer und täglich erforsche ich neues spirituelles Land. Das Leben ist für mich reich und farbenfroh geworden und es fühlt sich so an, als ob ich in einem Segelboot sitzen würde, dessen Segel voll vom Wind gebläht sind und ich auf direkten Kurs zu meinem Ziel bin. Mit Sri Chinmoy als meinem Lehrer, fühle ich mich wie ein kleines Kind, dass an der schützenden und begleitenden Hand des Vaters geht. Diese Hand war in all den Jahren immer spürbar und ich habe mich immer auf sie verlassen können.</p>
<p>Mein spirituelles Leben ist sehr eng mit Sport verbunden, speziell mit dem Laufen. Das Motto von Sri Chinmoy ist  „Self-Transcendence“, was etwas holprig übersetzt etwa bedeutet „Über sich selbst Hinausgehen“. Das Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team organisiert den längsten Straßenlauf der Welt auf einem Rundkurs: das <a href="https://3100.srichinmoyraces.org/highlights-2019-sri-chinmoy-self-transcendence-3100-mile-race" target="_blank">Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race</a>. Ich war in der glücklichen Lage diese „Pilgerreise“, wie ich es nenne, schon ein paar Mal zu beenden.</p>
<p>In dem  Buch <em>The Body: Humanity`s Fortress</em> beschreibt Sri Chinmoy den Körper als einen Tempel und die Seele als den Altar. Es ist sehr schwierig zu meditieren, wenn der Tempel baufällig ist, und andererseits ist es nicht sehr inspirierend zu meditieren, wenn der Altar schäbig ist. An der Aussage „mens sana in corpore sano“ (ein gesunder Geist in einem gesunden Körper) ist etwas Wahres daran. Ein gesunder Körper ist enorm hilfreich für gute Meditationen und Meditation führt zu einem gesunden Geist, Wer sich schwach und krank fühlt, kann nicht wirklich gut meditieren. Aber umgekehrt bringt ein gesunder Geist auch einen gesünderen Körper mit sich.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/smarana_deutsch">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<p>Mit meinen Eltern und meinen zwei Brüdern wuchs ich in einer Kleinstadt bei München auf. Ich hatte eine glückliche Kindheit verbracht. Meine Eltern, die beide leidenschaftliche Bergsteiger sind, haben sehr früh meine Begeisterung für die Berge geweckt. Dadurch war ich oft in der Natur und habe dort auch viele Erfahrungen mit mir selbst gemacht. So hatte ich mit siebzehn Jahren schon so einiges erlebt: extreme Klettertouren im senkrechten Fels, Eistouren im Hochgebirge und auch ein mehrtägiges Fasten allein in einer Berghöhle. Ich war auf der Suche nach etwas. Ich hatte immer das Gefühl, daß es noch etwas ganz besonderes geben muß. Etwas, das meinem Leben einen tiefen, wirklichen Sinn gibt.</p>
<p>Eines Tages hatte ich dann ein sonderbares Erlebnis: Bei einer Kletterfahrt sah ich einen meiner Freunde wie er ohne Seil in den Abgrund stürzte. Die Zeit schien plötzlich wie stehenzubleiben, und es war ein mir bis dahin völlig unbekannter tiefer Frieden in der Luft. Das Vogelgezwitscher verstummte. Nichts regte sich. Alles war still - bis ich den Aufprall hörte. Schnell begab ich mich hinab zu meinem Freund aber alle Wiederbelebungsversuche blieben ohne Erfolg. Er war tot.</p>
<p>Die nächsten Tage verbrachte ich mit ständigen Gedanken über den Sinn des Lebens. Ich tat mir schwer einen zu finden. Ich war gerade in meiner Ausbildung zum Feinmechaniker und seit einer Woche dabei, einen Hammerkopf zu feilen. Er wird aus einem besonders harten Stahl hergestellt. Anstatt Späne, staubt es nur ein wenig beim Feilen und so dauert es tagelang, bis man auch nur ein paar Millimeter weggefeilt hat. Diese Tätigkeit schien mir aufeinmal völlig sinnlos zu sein. Mir wurde bewußt, wie schnell das Leben zu Ende gehen kann und wie wertvoll das Leben ist. Ich fragte mich selbst, ob ich wirklich mein Leben bewußt lebe.  Dinge, die mir gewöhnlich Freude bereitet haben hinterließen in mir plötzlich eine gähnende Leere. Gleichzeitig hatte ich jedoch immer öfter eine Erfahrung von tiefer, innerer Stille. Das hat schon am Unfallort begonnen. Nachdem mir klar wurde, daß ich nichts mehr für meinen Freund tun konnte. Als die Sanitäter den regungslosen Körper auf einer Bahre davontrugen ging ich den Weg ein bißchen hinab um alleine zu sein. Auf einmal fühlte ich, daß es nichts mehr zu erreichen gab. Das ständige Hetzen und Treiben war vorbei. Es gab nichts mehr für mich zu tun. Ich schaute in die Natur, die Sonne dämmerte und in mir machte sich eine tiefe Ruhe breit. In den Wochen darauf beschäftigte ich mich immer mehr mit geistigen Dingen. Eines Tages ging ich an einem Plakat vorbei. Gerade noch aus meinem Blickwinkel konnte ich das Wort ZEN lesen. Ich war schon einige Schritte weitergegangen, als mich das Plakat wie magnetisch zurückzog. Eigentlich habe ich auf Plakate nie besonders geachtet. Dieses aber, mußte ich mir einfach aus der Nähe anschauen. Es wurde ein Vortrag über ZEN-Buddhismus angekündigt und ich wußte sofort: Da muß ich hin!</p>
<p>Eine Woche später war es so weit. Ich besuchte den Vortrag und war vollauf begeistert. Der Referent war unglaublich sympatisch. Mithilfe vieler humorvoller Geschichten erzählte er, wie sich der ZEN-Buddhismus ausbreitete. Heute fällt mir keine einzige dieser Geschichten mehr ein aber dennoch haben die Worte bei mir einen tiefen Eindruck hinterlassen. Ich wußte, daß der Vortragende seit vielen Jahren meditiert und er schien genau das zu haben, was ich suchte: Er war locker, spontan und witzig, hatte eine freudige Ausstrahlung und es war ihm anzusehen, das er mit seinem Leben glücklich war. Mein Interesse an Meditation wuchs schlagartig. Nach dem Vortrag erhielt ich eine Einladung zu einem wöchentlich stattfindenden Meditationskurs. Der Kurs war genauso wie der Vortrag kostenlos, was mir als Lehrling sehr entgegen kam. Ich konnte es gar nicht abwarten bis endlich der erste Kursabend heranrückte. Nach langem Suchen fand ich endlich den Ort, wo der Kurs stattfinden sollte. Dem Kursraum entströmte eine unglaublich angenehme Ruhe und ich fühlte mich unglaublich wohl. Wie nach einer langandauernden Reise, schien ich auf einmal am Ziel angekommen zu sein. Ohne auch nur ein Wort zu sagen, fühlte ich mich völlig verstanden.</p>
<p>Der Kursleiter war kurzfristig verhindert und so kamen seine Frau und seine Tochter. Statt aber wie geplant den Meditationskurs abzuhalten, erzählten sie aus ihrem Leben mit <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Meister Sri Chinmoy</a>. Für mich wurde es richtig spannend. Hatte doch auch der Referent schon so einige interessante Geschichten von Meistern berichtet. Als der Abend vorbei war und ich mich auf den Nachhauseweg machte, war mir klar, daß ich hier etwas unglaublich wertvolles gefunden hatte. Eine fast ekstatische Freude überkam mich und ich verspürte eine tiefe Dankbarkeit.</p>
<p>In der nächsten Woche kam der Kursleiter und führte uns in die faszinierende Welt der <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation" target="_blank" title="Meditation">Meditation</a> ein. Der Kern des Kurses bestand aus einigen wirkungsvollen Übungen, die wir auch jeden Tag zuhause ausführen sollten. Zudem erhielten wir an jedem Abend eine ganze Reihe von Lebensweisheiten. Sie waren direkt aus dem praktischen Leben und für mich sofort nachvollziehbar. Der Kurs war immer montags und so wurde der Montag mein „Feiertag“. Nicht daß ich an diesen Tag nicht in die Arbeit ging - nein, jeden Montag versuchte ich alles bewußter zu machen wie sonst. Im Kurs lernte ich verschiedene Konzentrations- und Meditationsübungen, die ich dann regelmäßig auch zuhause ausübte. Schon nach ein paar Wochen spürte ich wie die Meditation mein Leben veränderte. Ich sah auf einmal alles aus einer anderen Perspektive, alles viel positiver. Auch spürte ich, wie sich nach und nach eine tiefe innere Freude in mir ausbreitete. Dazu muß ich sagen, daß ich von Natur aus ein eher zwiederer Zeitgenosse war. Freude also nicht gerade zu meinen herausragendsten Eigenschaften zählte. Umso schöner war für mich diese Erfahrung von Freude. Ganz alleine begann sie aus dem Inneren zu strömmen, wenn ich es nur schaffte meinen Verstand für eine Zeit lang ruhig zu halten.</p>
<p>Zuerst übte ich einmal am Tag etwa fünfzehn Minuten, später dann zweimal am frühen Morgen und am Abend. Nach ein paar Wochen bemerkte ich, wie mir diese Art von geistiger Nahrung zum Bedürfnis wurde. Die Ausgeglichenheit und Freude fehlte mir, wenn ich mal wieder verschlafen hatte und ohne Meditation zur Arbeit eilte. Andersherum konnte mein Tag gar nicht mehr schief laufen wenn ich meine Morgenmeditation „erhalten“ hatte. Mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln fuhr ich dann jedesmal mit der U-Bahn zur Arbeitsstelle. Dankbar, schon den Morgen glücklich beginnen zu dürfen.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/sinnsuche">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Willkommen zu meiner Homepage</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Hallo</p>
<p>Ich bin Spezialistin für Arbeitssicherheit und Gesundheitsschutz und praktiziere seit 1990 Meditation. Seit 1995 gebe ich regelmässig gratis Meditations-Workshops im In- und Ausland, sowie praktische Stress-Management-Workshops für Firmen.</p>
<p>Oft werde ich nach meinem aussergewöhnlichem Vornamen gefragt. Subarnamala bedeutet auf Englisch: excellent, brilliant golden garland. Ist nicht ganz so einfach auf deutsch zu übersetzen. Garland (Mala) könnte man Girlande nennen oder Kette (Gebetskette)... also exzellente, brilliante, goldene Girlande.</p>
<p>Das war die Kurzfassung.</p>
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<h2>Bamboo, Butterflies and Buddha : Japanese Journey</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p><img alt="bamboo.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/bamboo.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Home from my first visit to Japan, I feel as if my life is a sheet of paper upon which the country has made an imprint, much like a Japanese woodblock print. In my varied travels, no other country has touched me as deeply. How were the details of this woodblock etched? The imprint began with the harmony with nature. Natural beauty and gardens form an important element in Japanese temples and shrines and I deeply enjoyed water lilies, sculpted trees/bushes and ponds with lotus plants as tall as people. Natural beauty sparkled not just in temple gardens and grounds. Indeed every stoop -- whether private residence, small shop or restaurant -- seemed to include beautiful plants, flowers and landscaping. Butterflies, many quite large, popped up everywhere and I witnessed many examples of people maintaining pristine beauty and cleanliness in their midst.</p>
<p>Surely the predominant impression arose, however, as my inner Godward yearnings were fed by the dominant prayerful focus in Japan. A nation slightly smaller in size than the American state of California, its landscape is dotted with over 100,000 Shinto shrines and 77,000 Buddhist temples. Seemingly around every corner, one encounters a place of prayer.</p>
<p> During my weeklong visit to Japan with spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy and a group of his students from various countries, I visited a mere seven of these countless temples and shrines. Not versed in either of the two major religions in Japan - Buddhism or Shintoism, I nonetheless embraced the depth of feeling each and every location evoked. While some of my Asian travels have exposed me to various temples, the Japanese ones felt the most alive with a dialogue of divinity.<img alt="butterfly.jpg" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/butterfly.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></p>
<p> Universally peopled with Japanese worshippers rather than Western tourists, I witnessed the varied strains of Japanese hymn and supplication to God. Coins were thrown into the offering box. Individuals bowed and clapped their hands in front of deities. Wooden prayers cards (emu) were hung and fortune slips (omikuji) tied to poles. A short stop at the purification fountain near the entrance to bathe one's hands and drink was a common scene. Bundles of stick incense were placed into large incense burners. In certain areas of the temple grounds, shoes were removed before proceeding further into the sanctuary area.</p>
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While the forms of prayer and homage were largely unfamiliar to my Western background, the underlying essence permeated the air more densely than any incense ever could. Somewhat recently entranced with taking photographs, I had all I could do to stop myself from putting away the camera and just bathing my soul in the spirit of reverence, peace and stillness that pervaded the very air.</p>
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My first day of sightseeing with a friend began at a large complex of Shinto buildings and gardens in Kamakura called the Tsurugaokahachimangu Shrine complete with a large lotus pond in the center of the complex. Our next stop was a Buddhist temple only a short distance away. <img alt="kannon.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/kannon.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The information sheet we received along with our admission ticket explained that certain temples in Kamakura are for pilgrimage to the Goddess Kannon, known as the Goddess of Mercy. We spent the remainder of that day going to other Kannon temples.</p>
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Japan is rather steamy and hot in July so we sat for a bit that afternoon on a bench in the shade of a tree on the grounds of one of the Buddhist temples. We both agreed that even though we had been in Japan for less than twenty-four hours our hearts were already captivated by this beautiful and silent land and we were ready to proclaim that it surpassed any other destination in our varied travels.</p>
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It is exceedingly difficult to even put it into words because at that exact moment we were not even looking at an extraordinary statue or landscaped visual feast. Yet while perched on that bench taking refuge from the heat, we seemed to breathe in a subtle but deep feeling of inner quiet and peace that nourished us deeply.</p>
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In one of <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/songs/japan_the_morning_sun_of_the_world/japan_a_soulful_flower-garden_gpi179995943" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy's songs composed in dedication to Japan</a>, his lyrics call it "silence-ecstasy."<br/>
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 Japan, Japan, Japan!<br/>
A soulful flower-garden.<br/>
Clearly you see,<br/>
Quickly you do.<br/>
Silence-ecstasy<br/>
Your property true.<br/>
Japan, Japan, Japan!<br/>
High Heaven's hallowed Plan.</p>
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<p>Another experience during my visit reinforced this sentiment of stillness. More sightseeing took us on a day trip to Tokyo, about an hour away from Kamakura by train. Japan is noted for being one of the most densely populated countries in the world with 12 million alone in Tokyo. By matter of contrast, New York City has a population of 8 million. As luck would have it, we came back to Kamakura right at rush hour and more people squeezed onto the train than seemed humanly possible. The train was like a subway car with railings to hold onto overhead for those standing - the lion's share of those in the train! At each stop, a few would get off and more people than got off would squeeze into the train.</p>
<p> For roughly 50 minutes, we rode standing up along with Japanese working people commuting home after their workday. A seeming recipe for stress even if one wasn't claustrophobic, the ride actually felt peaceful. It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. I felt that I could really learn something from the Japanese, as I perceived that each person preserved a sense of privacy and respectful boundaries towards others in spite of the close quarters. After this wondrous experience, I knew that I would both brag about how I rode the subway at rush hour in Japan at the same time that I humbly pondered its thought-provoking lessons in graciously sharing the<br/>
planet with fellow travellers.<br/>
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While I resonated with ancient beliefs and cultural mores, I create a limited picture of Japan emphasizing only pastoral beauty and inner silence. Japan was also quite technologically savvy. Apparently there are at least 5 million vending machines in Japan and they sell just about anything imaginable and can be found on almost every corner.</p>
<p>When we rode the subway, if you inserted two tickets into the turnstile with one on top of the other, one already punched to show your ride just finished and one for the connecting train you were about to ride, it somehow knew to keep the receipt ticket inside the machine and just give you back the receipt for your upcoming ride. As we rode the hotel elevator, it "spoke" to us in a cheery sing-song voice every time we got off at the floor. We don't know what it precisely said since it was talking to us in Japanese. We saw very clever bicycle seats and even surfboard holders attached to bicycles. One day while walking from the subway to the hotel for our evening function with Sri Chinmoy I saw a man ride by on a bike with a fairly large dog in a basket on the front of the bike. What a laugh that provoked! Suffice it to say that the culture appeared to be a fascinating blend of old and new, simple and sophisticated. I very much liked the notion that the inner and outer can proceed without sacrificing one for the other.</p>
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My visit was exceedingly short and my impressions might appear incomplete or overly obvious to others more versed in Japanese culture than myself. I just know that it charmed me completely and I am truly grateful for the opportunity to partake in all it offered. If I had to recommend destinations for other like-minded nature lovers and spiritual seekers, I would blurt out "Japan!" without a moment's hesitation.</p>
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In conclusion, I wish to share the following words by Sri Chinmoy in which he shares his enlightened vision of Japan,</p>
<p> "I have a very special love and affection for Japan. Right from the first time I came to Japan many years ago, when I didn't even have one disciple here, I still felt my oneness with Japan. Japan always gives me joy and a powerful thrill that touches the depths of my heart. When I think of Japan, I immediately see lamps. Japan is composed of small islands, and I see these islands as soulful aspiration-lamps that are climbing up high, higher, highest. The flames from these lamps are going up and reaching the highest, which is all beauty, love and power. There are a few other things about Japan that also give me enormous joy. Simplicity and humility are of supreme importance in life. Japan has them both. I have been all over the world, but I can tell you that no other country has simplicity and a heart of humility in the pure sense that Japan has."<br/>
<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/books/0917">-Sri Chinmoy. Japan: Soul-Beauty's Heart-Garden, Agni Press 1993.</a></p>
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I also must not forget to mention the kind generosity of all of Sri Chinmoy's students in Japan as well. They provided us with extensive and detailed information for discovering Kamakura and offered us mountains of prasad every night. They were the most gracious hosts imaginable! Gratitude a hundred times over!</p>
<p>And since I managed to take photos after all, here is a link to my <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/members/sharani/Japan/" target="_blank">photographic memories</a> of the trip:</p>
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<h2>Eine Synthese von äußerem dynamischen Leben mit innerer Unterstützung</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt="visuddhi2.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/visuddhi/visuddhi2.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Meine Kindheit verbrachte ich auf dem Bauernhof meiner Eltern in Grünau im Almtal, einem sehr idyllischen kleinen Dorf mit wunderschöner Natur. Hier konnte ich meine Liebe zur Natur und den Tieren in vollen Zügen ausleben. Ich hatte die intensivsten Beziehungen mit meinen Tierfreunden, gleichzeitig erlebte ich aber auch die dramatische Situation ihrer Schlachtung. Somit entschied ich mich schon früh zum vegetarischen Essen was meinen Vater besonders mißfiel, der Jagdleiter in unserer Gemeinde war.<br/>
Auf meiner Hochzeitsreise nach Italien besuchten mein Mann und ich in Mailand ein Friedenskonzert von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Über Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>. Meine Cousine, die Schülerin von Sri Chinmoy war, hatte uns dazu eingeladen. Das Konzert fand in einer Zelthalle statt, es schüttete in Strömen und es war sehr kalt und feucht. Während mein Mann von erhebenden Erfahrungen zu berichten wußte, war bei mir nichts.</p>
<p>Am nächsten Tag begleitete ich noch meine Cousine zum Flughafen, wo der Meister verabschiedet wurde. Ich konnte nahe kommen und direkt in sein Gesicht schauen. Es war ein Gesicht von so vollkommener Schönheit mit einem Ausdruck von göttlicher Liebe, Güte, Frieden und dem gewinnendsten Lächeln, wie ich es noch nie bei einem Menschen erlebt habe. Ich versank in dieses Gesicht.</p>
<p>Aus meinem Innersten strömten die Tränen und ließen sich nicht stoppen. Ich war sehr tief berührt. Wieder zurück in Wien besuchte ich einen Meditationskurs und wurde Schülerin von <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" die offizielle vollständige Quelle">Sri Chinmoy</a>.</p>
<p>Meine Zeit auf dem Gestüt Breitenau war die Erfüllung meines innigsten Kindheitstraumes – ein Leben mit Pferden.</p>
<p>Die nächsten 16 Jahren waren eine Synthese von äußerem dynamischen Leben mit innerer Unterstützung durch die Meditation. Ich erlebte extreme Höhen und Tiefen, großartige Erfolge in der Zucht, aber auch Blutbäder und manchmal ein Ringen mit dem Tod. Ein ewiger aufreibender Existenzkampf. Ich habe immer für alles gebetet und auch alles bekommen, aber meine große Erfahrung war, daß die Erfüllung der größten Wünsche später zu den schlimmsten Gefängnissen werden. Der erfolgreiche Abschluß des Gestüts ist nur der Gnade und des Mitleids des Meisters zu verdanken.</p>
<p>Eine besondere Erfahrung möchte ich hier mitteilen. Ich hatte wieder einmal einen extrem angespannten Nervenzustand hervorgerufen von unbezahlten Rechnungen und Geldforderungen. Ich war zutiefst verzweifelt und in mir war nur ein einziger intensiver Wunsch nach Geld. Während meines Laufens focht ich einen Kampf mit mir aus zwischen “Supreme, ich brauche Geld, ich will nur Geld” und “Mein Supreme, ich brauche nur Dich”. Ich lief gerade oben auf einem Bergrücken, sah unter mir die Täler liegen und in mir explodierte der Schrei: “Supreme, ich will nur Dich”. Ich ließ die ganze Materie los, alle Pferde, meine Existenz, mein ewiges Ringen, alle meine Wünsche und Verlangen. Ich war befreit von allen Bindungen und Anhaftungen und mein Bewußtsein flog frei in den Höhen. Unendliche Male half mir das Laufen aus meinen Ängsten, Depressionen und Verzweiflungen und ich bin Sri Chinmoy sehr dankbar für diese Lebenshilfe.</p>
<p>Ich bin ein sehr, sehr glücklicher Mensch geworden – “Runners are Smilers” wie Sri Chinmoy es nennt.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy legt besonders groß<img alt="visuddhi-pferd.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/visuddhi/storyimages/visuddhi-pferd.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />en Wert auf körperliche Fitness, die durch Sport (z.B. Laufen, Schwimmen, schnelles Gehen) erlangt wird. Da mein besonderer Sport das Reiten war, begann ich eher aus Gehorsam mit dem Laufen. Ich bemerkte aber bald die positiven Auswirkungen. Man fühlt sich nachher leicht und beschwingt, das Gemüt ist fröhlich, man ist voll frischer Energie, besonders nach einem Morgenlauf.<br/>
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Innerlich wird alles gereinigt und geordnet. Das Erstaunlichste war, daß ich während des Laufens ganz klare Befehle von innen erhalte, was mein Leben betrifft. Plötzlich auftauchende Intuitionsblitze und Eingebungen, was momentan sehr wichtig ist zu tun.<br/>
Während des Laufens kommt man weg von der engen und eingeschränkten Verstandesebene und öffnet sich einer höheren Intuitionsebene.<br/>
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Während ich laufe habe ich einen besonderen Zugang zu meiner Seele, ich kann sie förmlich lächeln sehen. Es tut so gut, wenn man vom Trubel des Alltags den Sorgen und Belastungen sich losreißt, rein in die Laufschuhe und raus in die Natur. Die beste emotionelle Reinigung nach Streit, Verletzungen und  aufgestauten Ärger war für mich das schnelle Bergauflaufen auf die steilsten Hügel. Eine wichtige Botschaft von Sri Chinmoy während meines Gestütslebens war: Run to proceed in the inner world, run to succeed in the outer world.<br/>
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Da durch unsere selbständige Tätigkeit Geld nicht regelmäßig hereinfloß, aber durch das Gestüt immense Fixkosten entstanden, fühlte ich, daß in Zeiten wo alles blockiert war, durch das Laufen alles wieder in Schwung kam und die Geschäfte sich besser abwickeln ließen.<br/>
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Sri Chinmoy gibt uns vor den Rennen Mantren, auf die wir uns während des Laufens konzentrieren können.</p>
<p>Das Thema zielt immer auf Dankbarkeit. Nach vielen langen Rennen ist dies nun schon so in mir eingegraben, daß mein inneres Wesens automatisch dankbar wird, wenn ich zu laufen anfange. Ich kann nur sagen, daß mit der Dankbarkeit das Bewußtsein in die Bereiche von höchster Freude und süssestem Entzücken emporschwingt, extreme power und enorme Begeisterungskraft entfaltet wird. Dankbarkeit ist für mich der perfekte Schlüssel zum intensivsten Glücklichsein. Ich bin meinem Meister so unendlich dankbar, für die konstante Hilfe, Unterstützung, Sorge und Liebe, mit denen er mein Leben überhäufte. Tag und Nacht ist er innerlich erreichbar und ich kann sagen, daß er mich noch nie in Stich gelassen hat. Ein Meister ist so ein perfekter liebender Vater, der nur das beste für seine Kinder wünscht und wenn man sich zu ihm wendet in Vertrauen, empfängt man die unermeßlichsten Segensgeschenke. Ich habe mir angewöhnt, wann immer ich mich verletzte oder mir wehtat, anstatt mich zu ärgern, hole ich Dankbarkeit hervor oder spreche laut aus, wie dankbar ich für alles bin, was kommt. Ich muß dann immer lachen und es tut gar nicht mehr weh.<br/>
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Durch diese Erziehung zur Dankbarkeit dem Göttlichen gegenüber entsteht intensives Glücklichsein.</p>
<p>Zur Dankbarkeit noch eine kleine Geschichte. Ein Geschenk der Meditation ist das Erwachen der Inneren Stimme, je mehr man ihr gehorcht, umso deutlicher kommt sie und man beginnt, zur richtigen Zeit die richtige Handlung zu setzen.</p>
<p>Ich hatte auf einmal das innere Verlangen, meinem Vater einen Dankbarkeitsbrief zu schreiben, wo ich mich für alles Gute bedankte, für seine Liebe und Unterstützung, die er mir zukommen ließ und einige spezielle Dinge, für die ich besonders dankbar war. Mein Vater war ein großer Diktator, eine richtige Naturgewalt, der es nicht gewohnt war, Liebe auszudrücken oder über Gefühle zu sprechen. Als er den Brief las, hat er sehr geweint. Kurze Zeit später verstarb er plötzlich an einem Herzversagen. Für diesen inneren Befehl, meine Liebe und Dankbarkeit auszudrücken bin ich heute sehr froh, ich habe ihm das Wichtigste gesagt, daß er für mich ein guter Vater war, so ist nun für mich alles mit ihm gut und rund.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy ist ein Meister, der seinen Schülern ein göttliches Leben vorlebt und sie inspiriert, auch ein hohes reines Leben zu führen.</p>
<p>Zurückblickend sehe ich meine Wesensveränderung von einer introvertierten lebensverneinenden zu einer hoffnungsvollen positiven optimistischen Lebenseinstellung. Wenn man es wagt und in die Veränderungen hineinspringt, macht man wertvolle Erfahrungen.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy lehrt uns auch Selbsttranszendenz. So bemüht man sich jeden Tag, ein besserer Mensch zu werden und sein inneres Potential mehr zu entfalten. Das Resultat ist reine Freude, intensives Glücklichsein und echte Erfüllung.<br/>
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<p><img alt="hindola.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/hindola/hindola.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Ich bin mit Nabhomani verheiratet  und durch ihn am 13. Februar 1986 Schülerin von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> geworden. Als ich Nabhomani kennenlernte, erzählte er mir viel von seinen Überzeugungen Spiritualität betreffend. Vorher hatte ich noch nie etwas über Spiritualität gehört. Wir lasen gemeinsam die Mahabharata und ein Buch von Swami Vivekananda.</p>
<p>Einige Monate nachdem wir uns kennengelernt hatten, veränderte er sich. Er begann Bengalische Lieder zu singen und regelmäßig ein bis zwei mal am Tag pünktlich zur selben Zeit zu meditieren. Außerdem fing er zu joggen an, was für mich sehr verwunderlich war, da seine Eltern mir sagten er hätte noch nie etwas mit Sport am Hut gehabt.</p>
<p>Monate später erfuhr ich, daß Nabhomani Sri Chinmoy in Berlin bei einem Konzert gesehen hatte und mit dem ernsthaften Gedanken spielte Schüler zu werden.<br/>
Im September 1985 war es dann soweit. Er wurde als Schüler angenommen. Ich wußte nicht was ich davon halten sollte und so entschloß ich mich nach langen innerlichen Zwiegesprächen einmal einen Blick auf diesen "Meister" zu werfen. Nabhomani versuchte sowieso ständig mich davon zu überzeugen, daß es ja nicht schaden könnte.</p>
<p>Ich muß dazu sagen, daß ich schon seid einigen Wochen heimlich die Bücher von Sri Chinmoy las, die Nabhomani sich gekauft hatte. Ich fühlte mich davon sehr angesprochen. Auch die von Sri Chinmoy komponierten Lieder, die Nabhomani selber sang und die einiger Musikgruppen, berührten mich im Herzen. Aber zugeben wollte ich das nicht.</p>
<p>Ende Oktober gab Sri Chinmoy ein Konzert in Paris und wir fuhren hin. Während des Konzertes hatte ich irgendwie ein vertrautes Gefühl zu diesem Menschen dort vorne. Ich meinte ihn schon lange zu kennen und mein Verstand spielte aufgrund dieses Gefühls ganz schön verrückt. Nach dem Konzert gab es noch eine sogenannte Function, ein Treffen nur für die Schüler. Ich durfte mit und fragte mich den Rest des Abends, was diese Vertrautheit wohl zu bedeuten hat. Ich fühlte, daß ich Sri Chinmoy eben einfach vertrauen konnte. Die äußere Atmosphäre mit all´ den Schülern empfand ich als sehr befremdlich, aber entspannt. Wieder zu Hause angekommen fragte ich mich noch einige Tage was ich tun sollte. Doch letztendlich entschied mein Herz an einem sonnigen Oktobertag, daß ich es einfach probieren sollte. Es war kein Gedanke, kein "wirkliches" Gefühl, sondern eher eine Sehnsucht wissen zu wollen, ob ich für das spirituelle Leben geeignet bin.</p>
<p>Ich wollte zu "Gott". Ich meine, ich wollte schon immer wissen was oder wer Gott ist. Aber die Kirche konnte mir nie eine befriedigende Antwort geben. Für mich war Gott als erste bewußte Erfahrung als Kind in der Natur zu sehen, zu fühlen und zu hören. Was sonst sollte Gott denn sein. Die Natur bot mir zu allen Zeiten Trost, Liebe, Geborgenheit und Schutz. An "Sie" konnte ich mich immer wenden. Nun hörte ich bei Sri Chinmoy zum ersten Mal, daß Gott unser "eigenes Höchstes Selbst" sei. Das war für mich eine gewaltige Sache. Das hieße ja, daß Gott in allem und jedem das "eigene Höchste Selbst" ist. In jedem Menschen, jedem Tier jeder Blume, jedem Baum, jedem Grashalm. Und in jedem seinen Fähigkeiten bzw. seiner Entwicklung entsprechend. Hatte ich das nicht eigentlich immer so empfunden und bloß nicht bewußt gewußt.</p>
<p>Wie gut gefiel mir das Wort "Einssein", welches mein geliebter Meister - nach vielen Jahren darf ich das sagen - so oft benutzt. Kann man doch mit jedem Ding eins-sein. In der Natur hatte ich das ja schon viele Male erlebt.</p>
<p>So schrieb ich einen langen Brief - ich weiß gar nicht mehr was ich alles schrieb - und wartete gespannt auf die Antwort. Inzwischen wurde unsere Tochter geboren und ich hatte 3 mal hintereinander geträumt, daß sie gerne zu Sri Chinmoy möchte. Das hört sich vielleicht alles etwas mystisch an, aber für mich war das mittlerweile nicht mehr verwunderlich. Hatte ich doch diese Vertrautheit zu Sri Chinmoy gespürt. Warum sollte sie es nicht gespürt haben. Vielleicht oder wahrscheinlich hatte sich die Seele ja vorher ausgesucht wo sie hinmöchte. An die Allwissenheit der Seele glaubte ich schon immer. Zwei Wochen nach der Geburt erhielt ich die Antwort.</p>
<p>Sri Chinmoy meinte, daß wir erst heiraten sollten und ich dann automatisch Schüler werden würde. Für mich war dies wieder ein harter Schlag, da ich mir geschworen hatte niemals zu heiraten. Ich hatte einfach zu viele schlechte Ehen, inklusive die meiner Eltern, erlebt. Bindung schien mir wie "knebeln und fesseln." Dazu muß ich gerechterweise sagen, daß meine Eltern eine gute Mutter und ein toller Vater waren.</p>
<p>Es brauchte wieder einige Wochen, bis ich das Aufgebot bestellte, worüber sich Nabhomani sehr freute. Am 13. Februar 1986 war die standesamtliche Trauung und ich somit Schülerin. Ich habe es bisher nicht eine Sekunde bereut mich an Nabhomani und meinen Meister "gebunden zu haben", auch wenn ich so manches Mal in den bisher 20 Jahren leicht bis grauselig schwer gezweifelt habe, ob ich es wirklich schaffe ein spirituelles Leben zu führen.</p>
<p>Ich brauche dazu immer wieder mir selbst auferlegte Disziplin und Eins-sein mit allem -  also Liebe.</p>
<p>Wobei ich mittlerweile nicht mehr an "mir selbst auferlegt" glaube. Für mich weiß ich, daß ich zu allem nur fähig bin, wenn Gott es will, wenn es für mich an der Zeit ist. Ich lerne immer mehr, immer besser, die "Dinge" so zu nehmen, wie sie kommen, weil ich überzeugt davon bin, daß sie alle meine ganz persönlichen Erfahrungen sind, welche Gott - wir sagen "Supreme" ( = Das Höchste ) - mir gibt um mich weiterzubringen.</p>
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<h2>Meditation hat mein Leben verändert</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Hallo!<br/>
Mein Name ist Ghantika. Ich wurde Mitte der Siebziger Jahre in einer kleinen Stadt in Oberösterreich geboren. Dort wuchs ich sehr glücklich mit meinen Eltern und zwei Geschwistern auf.</p>
<p><img alt="gantika-hammerl.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ghantika/storyimages/gantika-hammerl.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Vor ungefähr fünfzehn Jahren kam ich das erste Mal so richtig mit Meditation in Berührung. Ich besuchte gemeinsam mit meiner Schwester einen Meditationskurs. Im Meditationszentrum hatte uns ein bestimmtes Bild eines Yogis in Meditation sehr angesprochen. Damals konnte ich noch nicht ahnen, dass ich zum ersten Mal das Bild meines zukünftigen <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the complete official source">Meditationslehrers</a> gesehen hatte.</p>
<p>Ich brach jedoch bald zu einem einjährigen Missionseinsatz nach Afrika auf. Ich hatte das Bedürfnis nach Veränderung, ein idealer Zeitpunkt nach meiner Matura. In Afrika begann ich bald in meinem neuen Meditationsbuch von Sri Chinmoy zu lesen. Später las ich dann noch viele andere Bücher und Gedichte von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>, die mich alle sehr berührten und inspirierten. Dieses Jahr in Afrika war einerseits sehr hart und arbeitsreich, andererseits aber sehr schön und erfüllend.</p>
<p>Für mich war dieses Jahr wie der Anfang einer langen Reise zu mir selbst, nach innen. Durch die Meditation, welche ein fester Bestandteil in meinem Leben geworden ist, habe ich meine Liebe zur Musik, zum Sport und zur Kreativität neu entdeckt. Sri Chinmoy inspiriert mich durch sein gelebtes Beispiel. Seine vielen täglichen Aktivitäten kommen aus einer Quelle scheinbar unerschöpflicher Energie und Lebenskraft. Mein Meditationslehrer wurde für mich aber vor allem in meinem inneren Leben zu einer Quelle ständiger Ermutigung, Freude, Erkenntnis und sicherer Führung.</p>
<p>Meditation hat mein Leben verändert, und auch das vieler Menschen, die ich in den verschiedenen Sri Chinmoy Zentren in vielen Ländern kennenlernen durfte. Sie hat der Suche nach mir selbst, nach einem Sinn in meinem Leben endlich eine Form gegeben - und ein Ziel. Ein Ziel, für das sich jede Anstrengung lohnt. Dieses Ziel mag noch in einiger Entfernung liegen, aber selbst der Weg dorthin steckt voller Abenteuer, tiefer Freude und Erfüllung.</p>
<p>Abschließen werde ich mit ein paar inspirierenden Gedichten von Sri Chinmoy.</p>
<p>Ghantika Hammerl,<br/>
Graz</p>
<p>To become better<br/>
Than yesterday<br/>
Is the goal of my life.</p>
<p>When you speak to your Master<br/>
Speak with your heart<br/>
And never with your mind.</p>
<p>My Lord says to me<br/>
Only one thing:<br/>
"Remember why<br/>
You came into the world,<br/>
Why!"</p>
<p>Each life has countless problems.<br/>
The silence of meditation<br/>
Is the only answer.</p>
<p>Perfection-dream-manifested Reality<br/>
Is the goal of spirituality.</p>
<p>Become the moment, first,<br/>
To become the infinite.</p>
<p>Meditation<br/>
Deepens our moments,<br/>
And our moments<br/>
Enlighten us.</p>
<p>- Sri Chinmoy</p>
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<h2>Hallo, Hey, Grüße dich!</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Ich heiße Dayalu Schneider und bin 1966 im Fische-Sternzeichen geboren. Ich hatte schon von Kindheit an eine besondere Sehnsucht nach den tieferen und höheren Wirklichkeiten.</p>
<p><img alt="Dayalu" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/dayalu/dayalu.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Nach meinem Abitur wurde diese innere Sehnsucht, dieser innere Schrei zu einem wirklichen inneren Hunger. Ich las mehr und mehr spirituelle Schriften, die mir immer klarer machten, daß es wirklich eine weitergehende Wirklichkeit gibt, die wir nicht mit unseren normalen Sinnesorganen wahrnehmen können. Ich wurde zum richtigen „Sucher“. Aus den Büchern erfuhr ich, daß es echte Meister gibt, die inneres Wissen weitergeben und eine wirkliche Hilfe für Suchende sind.</p>
<p>Schließlich sah ich ein Vortragsposter zum Thema „spirituelle Meister“ mit Bildern indischer Meister. Ich besuchte den Vortrag eines Schülers von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> und den anschließenden Meditationskurs im Sri Chinmoy Centre München. Dies war der Anfang meines spirituellen Lebens. Ich fühlte mich hier richtig aufgehoben und lernte Anfangstechniken wie zum Beispiel Atem- und Konzentrationsübungen, welche schließlich in erfüllende Meditationen mündeten.</p>
<p>Hier im <a href="https://de.srichinmoycentre.org/zentren" target="_blank" title="Sri Chinmoy Zentrum">Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> begann sich mein inneres Leben zu öffnen und zu entwickeln. Die innere und äußere Hilfe welche mir seitdem ich ein Schüler und Mitglied bin zuteil wird, ist immens. Seit 1988 Jahren darf ich nun ein innerlich und äußerlich erfüllendes spirituelles Leben unter bester kundiger Leitung durch Sri Chinmoy und in einer familiären Gemeinschaft mit vielen Freunden leben. Ein Traum ist zur Wirklichkeit geworden.</p>
<p>Unsere Gemeinschaftsaktivitäten sind sehr vielfältig. Ein Aspekt ist beispielsweise der Laufsport. Ich bin begeisterter Läufer und nehme gerne an Marathons teil. Wir organisieren auch einen weltweiten Friedenslauf, genannt <a href="https://www.peacerun.org/de/" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy Oneness-Home Peace Run</a>. Im Jahr 2005 lief ich zum Beispiel im Rahmen dieses Laufs von Rostock bis zur tschechischen Grenze mit. Bei unserem Friedenslauf wird mit einer brennenden Fackel als Symbol der Verbundenheit in einer Art Stafette gelaufen. Wir hatten auch viele Begleitläufer, die aus Idealismus und Freude mitliefen. Unser Laufteam wurde in einigen Städten richtig groß empfangen, manchmal sogar direkt vom Bürgermeister.</p>
<p>Wir liefen auch durch Berlin zum Brandenburgertor und hatten sehr schöne Momente an vielen Stationen der Strecke. Wunderschöne Sonnenuntergänge und herrliche Naturerlebnisse waren dabei. Während des Peace runs konnte ich vielen Menschen von Herzen etwas Gutes mitgeben und so einen Beitrag für eine harmonischere, verständnisvollere und lebenswertere Welt leisten.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-dayalu">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Hallo, ich bin Gannika,</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>geboren im Flower-Power-Jahrzehnt</strong></p>
<p><img alt="gannika.jpg" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/gannika/storyimages/gannika.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Ich habe mich von klein auf dem Sport verschrieben. Mit knapp zwei Jahren stand ich zum ersten Mal auf Schiern und laut Erzählungen wollte ich gleich gar nicht mehr runter. Jedenfalls machten mich Berge zum Snowboarden und Klettern oder auch Wind und Wellen zum Surfen extrem happy. Ich dachte immer, Sport in jeder Facette und noch etwas Musik dazu, das ist, was mich rundum glücklich macht. Das glaubte ich solange, bis ich etwas entdeckte, das unter Surfern sehr beliebt war: das Meditieren.</p>
<p>Einige Jahre später absolvierte ich in New York eine Tanzausbildung, als ich eines Tages entschied, den Meditationsweg zu finden, der zu mir passt.</p>
<p>Bei einem Vortrag über Meditation im Sri Chinmoy Centre ist eine Methode in meinem Kopf hängen geblieben, wie man seinen Meditationslehrer erkennen kann:<br/>
Man legt die Bilder von verschiedenen Lehrern vor sich auf, konzentriert sich der Reihe nach darauf und sollte dann ein wohlig-warmes Gefühl in der Herzgegend erhalten oder große Freude verspüren, wenn man auf das Bild desjenigen blickt, der für einen bestimmt ist! Also sammelte ich fleißig Bilder und kaufte Bücher von bekannten spirituellen Meistern und Meditationslehrern (und –Innen selbstverständlich!).<br/>
Um meinen 29. Geburtstag herum wurde ich zu einem Konzert von <a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> eingeladen. “Da gehe ich hin“, war mein Gedanke. Gesagt, getan.<br/>
Zwei Tage nach dem Konzert hatte ich immer noch das Gefühl, auf einem süßen Wölkchen durchs Leben zu schweben. Für mich als bodenständige Alpenbewohnerin, ein völlig neues Lebensgefühl. Ich wusste natürlich überhaupt nicht, was los war, aber es gefiel mir sehr!</p>
<p>Mit meinem Studium war ich meist 8 Stunden täglich aktiv, nur das Tanzen bereitete mich plötzlich keine Freude mehr. So beschloss ich, meinen Studienplan zu ändern und nur noch Stunden in Hatha Yoga, Entspannungstechniken und Choreographie zu besuchen. Irgendwann kehrte ich leider wieder auf den Boden der Realität zurück oder besser ausgedrückt, das Schwebegefühl, das ich so cool fand, hatte sich verflüchtigt. Da erinnerte ich mich an das Ausleseverfahren zum Finden des geeigneten Meditationslehrers.<br/>
Ich hatte ja viele Bilder und hoffte, dass auch das Richtige darunter war. Andächtig legte ich alle auf. Bei einigen Bildern hatte ich ein echt gutes Gefühl! Aber das Bild, das ich bereits an der Wand hängen hatte und einen lächelnden Sri Chinmoy zeigte, machte mir die größte Freude.</p>
<p>Tja, so entschied ich mich für den Meditationsweg von Sri Chinmoy. Was für eine Lawine der Freude da bei mir ausgelöst wurde, das ist unbeschreiblich, sage ich euch!</p>
<p>In diesem Sinne wünsche ich allen viel Glück bei der Suche und unendliche Freude beim Finden des Weges!!</p>
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<p>Meine große Leidenschaft galt und gilt der Meditation, dem spirituellen Leben und allem, was damit zusammenhängt.</p>
<p>Ich bin von Natur ziemlich philosophisch veranlagt and so haben mich die menschliche Natur an und für sich und die Rätsel unserer Existenz schon als Kind fasziniert.</p>
<p>So eine Frage, die mich als 6-Jährige beschäftigt hat: ´Ist Gott allmächtig?´ Die Antwort war, da ich in einem christlichen Umfeld aufgewachsen bin, natürlich: ´ Ja.´ ´Hm, wenn Gott allmächtig ist, dann kann er doch sicher einen Stein erschaffen, den Er nicht tragen kann?´ ´Nun ja, sicher kann Er das!´ ´Aber wenn es dann einen Stein gibt, den Er nicht mehr tragen kann, dann ist Er doch nicht mehr allmächtig?...´</p>
<p>Bei so manchen meiner Fragen war ich nicht gerade erfolgreich in der Antwortfindung (Wie groß ist das Universum? Wie weit ist unendlich? Sieht meine Schwester die Farben so wie ich sie sehe, oder nicht?), aber das hat mich nie entmutigt, sondern eigentlich eher noch inspiriert. So nach dem Motto: irgendwo muss es doch eine Antwort geben!!</p>
<p>Mit 13 Jahren bekam ich dann zufällig ein <strong>Hatha-Yoga</strong> Buch in die Hand, in welchem als Vorwort zu lesen war:</p>
<p>´Yoga hat die Gesundheit und Schönheit des Organismus als eines einheitlichen Ganzen zum Inhalt. Kontrolliertes Gewicht, eine schlanke, straffe Gestalt, Gelöstheit von Spannung und Steifheit, ein besseres Allgemeinbefinden, das Erblühen verborgener Schönheit, gefestigtes Gefühlsleben und ein positiver geistiger Ausblick - all dies werden jene an sich selber erfahren, die das Programm dieses Buches mit Fleiß absolvieren....´</p>
<p>Nun, wenn man dies alles wirklich erreichen kann, mit einem Aufwand von nur 20 Minuten Übung am Tag, dann ließe man sich doch wirklich eine Chance entgehen, wenn man es nicht zumindest einmal probieren würde!!!</p>
<p>Also begann ich damit, Hatha-Yoga (das sind Körperstellungen, welche, wenn regelmäßig geübt, dem Körper helfen sollen, gesund zu bleiben und die oben genannten Eigenschaften zu erlangen. Er stellt aber eigentlich nur die erste Stufe des Yoga (= Vereinigung mit dem Höchsten) dar und kann vor allem dabei helfen, den Körper für die Meditation vorzubereiten.</p>
<p>Eine Zeit lang war ich ganz zufrieden mit dem durch den Hatha-Yoga Erreichten, aber dann hat sich der Philosoph in mir wieder gemeldet und wollte Antworten auf meine tiefer gehenden Fragen und nicht einfach nur Beweglichkeit meines Körpers.</p>
<p>Außerdem hat es mich ziemlich gestört, dass ich zwar meinen <strong>Körper</strong> einigermaßen im Griff hatte, nicht aber meine <strong>Emotionen!!</strong></p>
<p>So hatte ich zwar schon erkannt, dass es mir eigentlich in keiner Weise half, wenn ich mich ärgerte, (wenn ich mich über jemanden ärgerte konnte es sogar passieren dass dies den Auslöser meines Ärgers sogar noch amüsierte) aber zu meiner großen Verwunderung reichte diese Erkenntnis nicht aus, um mich vor weiteren emotionalen Ausbrüchen zu bewahren!</p>
<p>Irgendwann dämmerte dann in mir die Erkenntnis, dass dieses Phänomen auch etwas mit meinen <strong>Gedanken</strong> zu tun hat, welche ich (wie mir nach einigen Erfahrungen schnell klar wurde) genauso wenig unter Kontrolle hatte wie meine Gefühle. Das fand ich ziemlich ärgerlich und ich suchte nach einem Ausweg aus dieser Misere.</p>
<p>In dieser Zeit begann ich mich dann auch für das Thema ´Meditation´ zu interessieren. Das, was mich dabei am meisten faszinierte, war die Frage, wie es sich anfühlt, keine Gedanken zu haben! (Was gerade bei philosophisch orientierten Menschen eher selten vorkommt...)</p>
<p>Gleichzeitig stellte ich mir einmal die Frage, was eigentlich wirklich <strong>das Ziel meines Lebens</strong> war. Nach einigem Nachdenken hatte ich die Antwort: nichts Äußeres, sondern: <strong>Glücklichsein</strong>. Denn, selbst wenn ich alles hätte, was man sich erträumen kann:, nette Familie, Gesundheit, ein schönes Haus, eine gute Arbeitsstelle, gutes Aussehen,... wenn ich dabei aber depressiv wäre, so würde mir das alles dennoch nichts geben können.</p>
<p>Umgekehrt, angenommen ich wäre alt, krank, alleine, arm,... aber ich würde es dennoch schaffen, dabei glücklich und zufrieden zu bleiben, dann würde mir doch eigentlich nichts fehlen...!</p>
<p>Schön und gut, aber <strong>wie wird man glücklich?</strong> Diese Frage beschäftigte mich eine ganze Weile, bis ich eines Tages beschloss, sie umzudrehen: was darf ich nicht machen, wenn ich glücklich werden will? Irgendwie war mir dann sofort klar, dass ich mein Glücklichsein nicht von äußeren Dingen abhängig machen durfte, da man alles Äußere (inklusive der eigenen Gesundheit), unter Umständen verlieren kann. Logischerweise, so erkannte ich dann, kann das wahre Glücklichsein, welches mir niemand mehr wegnehmen kann, nur <strong>in mir selbst</strong> zu finden sein.</p>
<p>Gut, dass wäre nun geklärt, aber, so dachte ich, dann muss ich wohl irgendwann nach Tibet in den Himalaja fahren und mir dort einen Fakir suchen, welcher mich unterrichtet (die Bezeichnung <strong>Yogi</strong> war mir damals noch nicht bekannt).</p>
<p>Nun, ich fuhr nicht in den Himalaja, der Yogi kam zu mir. Und zwar in Gestalt eines Meditationskurses.</p>
<p>Schon während des Kurses konnte ich erfahren, dass einem die Meditation tatsächlich die inneren Werkzeuge in die Hand gibt, welche ich so lange gesucht hatte: die <strong>Erfahrung</strong> und <strong>Erkenntnis</strong> von der Natur des ganzen Wesens (Körper, Vitales (Emotionen), Verstand, Herz und Seele (nun, sagen wir, sie meldet sich ab und zu...))!</p>
<p>Und später, als ich beschloss, diesen Weg weiterzuverfolgen, bekam ich noch einen unglaublichen Bonus (den ich allerdings erst mit der Zeit so richtig schätzen lernte) dazu: einen <strong>echten, lebenden Meister</strong> in der Form von <strong><a href="http://de.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a>!!</strong></p>
<p>Seither befinde ich mich bewusst in dem größten Abenteuer, welches uns unser Leben bieten kann: die Entdeckungsreise zu sich selbst!</p>
<p>Das bedeutet natürlich nicht, dass ich seitdem nur mehr glückliche Stunden verbracht habe, das eigene Wesen steckt voller Überraschungen und Herausforderungen, aber die Erfahrung des eigenen inneren Wachstums und Fortschritt ist etwas, das ich für nichts in der Welt tauschen würde!!</p>
<p>Und so wünsche ich auch allen, die diese Zeilen gelesen haben, viel Freude, Inspiration und Erfolg bei ihrer Reise nach innen!</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/main-apaga">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A new Centre for Dublin!</h2><div class="field-item"><p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/2006news/images/doorsign.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/main-ie">Dublin Sri Chinmoy Centre</a> is seven years old - and is celebrating its anniversary by moving to a new location right in the centre of Dublin.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/2006news/images/window.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />As well as our new meditation room, there will also be a <a href="http://www.lotusyoga.ie">yoga studio</a>. We've been spending the last four weeks doing up the place - knocking and rebuilding partitions, plastering, wiring, buliding shelves and units... the list was endless. We were on a tight deadline - we had advertised <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/meditation">free meditation classes</a> at the end of May, and we needed to have a room ready in which to hold them!</p>
<p><img alt class="lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/2006news/images/floor.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Fortunately we got a little help near the end with the arrival of some friends from the <a href="http://uk.srichinmoycentre.org/centres/cambridge">Cambridge Sri Chinmoy Centre</a>. They are also looking for a similar place in the heart of Cambridge and came over looking for a little inspiration. We soon had them kept busy - as you can see, half the floor isn't put down and the classes are only two days away!</p>
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<p>With the installation of floor and lights, the room began to take shape very quickly. Just a little cleaning up and we're ready to inaugurate our new centre with a meditation...</p>
<p>We had a very nice meditation followed by an impromptu spiritual play by the boys. The Cambridge folk had planes to catch, but not before a few group photos were taken. We'd really like to thank everyone from Cambridge for coming over; their enthusiasm helped push us over the finish line.</p>
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<h2>Aspiring for Harmony</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A month where the Dublin Centre focuses on bringing harmony into our inner and outer worlds.....</p>
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<p>One of the fantastic things about being in a meditation centre is it brings you together will all kinds of people you might not have has a chance to interact with normally. Most people, if they're honest, will admit they keep fairly closed circles of interaction - workmates, golf buddies, people in the same income bracket - not deliberately, but just because the circumstances of life naturally lend themselves towards one gravitating towards likeminded people.</p>
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<p>However in a meditation centre, there is just one common denominator we all share that people can have regardless of age, class or income bracket: an urge to discover ourselves, to go deep within and reveal the inner beauty we know lies deep within us. Hence all kind of varied personalities can find themselves attracted to this same inner goal: paediatricians and plumbers, introverts and extroverts, delicate artists and rambunctious athletes, the list goes on... Sometimes <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> 's meditation path can seem like all paths rolled into one, so varied are the temperaments and dispositions of the people on it; one feels sometimes like one is looking at a microcosm of humanity.</p>
<p>But there is also an extra challenge there, as we have to pull ourselves out of the complacent groove of hanging around with people of like disposition, and create space for people of every <em>mien</em> to advance along the spiritual path. Thats why the topic of harmony is so important, and recently the Dublin Centre spent a month including this theme in our twice-weekly meditations.</p>
<p>For each meditation, a member of the Centre would bring along some writings by Sri Chinmoy on some aspect of harmony, be it harmony in the centre, harmony in the world, or even inner harmony in the mind, emotions ect. Below are some of the extracts.</p>
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<h3>Harmony when working together</h3>
<p>The Dublin Centre, just like many other centres around the world, try to serve their fellow seekers of truth by putting on free meditation classes, concerts and running events. Here is some advice Sri Chinmoy gave us about working together in pursuit of these goals:</p>
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<p>I value the disciples' progress infinitely more than I value outer achievements. If I see that two individuals are working together amicably instead of fighting, it will give me greater joy. Your inner attitude is always of paramount importance.</p>
<p>You can bring a flower and throw it on the shrine, or you can bring it with your heart's devotion-tears and place it on the shrine. If you just throw the flower on the shrine, will the deity be pleased? Similarly, if individuals who are working on a project are quarrelling and fighting, then if one person brings me the good news that the thing has been accomplished, am I going to be happy? The fruit is there, but it tastes rotten because the persons who were involved in bringing the fruit have quarreled and fought.</p>
<p>Always try to bring forward the attitude of loving oneness. I did not come into the world to have my name in the street. I came into the world to raise the consciousness of each person and to turn each person into a living God....I am saying that if you do not achieve anything, I will not be unhappy provided there is harmony in all that you do.</p>
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<p>(Taken from the book <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-answers/part24/toc.html">Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 24</a> )</p>
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<p><strong>Question: How can we avoid criticising someone?</strong></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> Always we have to see what happens to us when others criticise us. It is like two boxers fighting. I am a boxer and somebody else is a boxer. When I criticise someone, it is like hitting them and hurting them. And when they criticise me, they are hurting me by making me feel sad. If we can remember how we feel when we are criticised, then we can sympathise with others. If we do not like being attacked by others, why should we attack them? Try to think of others as flowers. Feel that you are entering into a garden. You can enjoy the beauty of the flowers, or again, you can destroy the petals one by one. If you criticise others, you are destroying the flowers. What kind of beauty, purity and other divine qualities will you find in the garden when all the flowers are destroyed?</p>
<p>How can you prove to the world that you are very wise if you are constantly criticising others? Any thing that helps you in your spiritual life, you have to do as often as possible, and anything that does not help you, you have to give up. Before you came to the spiritual life, you did many undivine things. When you enter into the spiritual life, it means that you are ready to give up those bad qualities. When you are eager and willing to do the right thing, automatically the bad qualities will leave you.</p>
<p>(Taken from the book <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-answers/part16/toc.html">Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 16</a> )</p>
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<p><strong>Question: How can we work more harmoniously in dealing with other individuals?</strong></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> To keep harmony when you are dealing with other individuals, do not use your justice-light. Forget about justice! There is no justice on earth. Only think of wisdom-light. Always be as humble as possible. Even if you feel that others are idiots, use absolute humility – if necessary, forced humility. Force yourself to be at the other person’s feet, not on the other person’s head. Let them increase their stupidity. Let their ego-baloon become large, larger and largest. One day it will burst. True, by becoming humble, you are pumping them up. But at least you are not increasing the disharmony. It is not something that you will have to do all your life. For one or two months or a few years you will do it. Then you will see that eventually the other person’s ego-baloon will burst and he will be on the same level as you are. Otherwise, without humility, there is no way to have harmony.</p>
<p>(Taken from the book <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-answers/part29/toc.html">Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 29</a> )</p>
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<p><strong>Question: Sometimes I feel I know the only right thing to do, but someone else thinks he or she knows best. When both of us cannot conquer that kind of feeling, what is the right solution?</strong></p>
<p><em>Sri Chinmoy:</em> There is a way. Right now you are fighting for your way.You feel that your way is correct and the other person is wrong. But you can say, "All right. Let me make the sacrifice. Let me accept her way. I know she is one hundred per cent wrong, but let me try her way." If by accepting her way, you make a horrible mistake, do you think she will not have the eyes or the heart to see what she has done, that because you have been kind enough to accept her way, now it is a total failure? She will say, "My God! My friend loves me so much that she renounced her way. Now what have I done? I have ruined everything." Then the next time, she will be infinitely more careful when she offers a way.</p>
<p>But if both parties stick to their own principles, then you will only quarrel and fight. At that time unaspiring forces such as bitterness will enter. Your unaspiring forces will enter into her and her unaspiring forces will enter into you.</p>
<p>(Taken from the book <a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/sri-chinmoy-answers/part24/toc.html">Sri Chinmoy Answers, part 24</a> )</p>
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<h2>The Perfect Day</h2><div class="field-item"><p>A 2005 Malaysia Christmas Trip Memory</p>
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<p>On the Christmas Trip in Malaysia in December of 2005 with <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> and his students, I enjoyed a day full of adventure with several friends. After a morning of meditation in the function room and lobby of the hotel, we headed off on a daytrip to see a reclining Buddha statue inside a cave and to visit a waterfall. Our first stop took us to the hotel next door so that a friend could gather what was needed for our sightseeing.</p>
<p>As we waited in the taxi outside that hotel, I jumped out of the car and wandered to and fro on rainbow-chasing detail because there was a mixture of sun and rain happening. Since it is the rainy season, it usually rains for a while every day. Generally speaking, I had the sense that the stormy skies were too thick to encourage the sighting of rainbows even if there were spots of clearing. While waiting to leave, I naturally could not resist skyward glances nonetheless. Despite no rainbow appearance, we were in high spirits and the tenor of our adventure quickly encompassed multiple stops along the way to photograph animals near the road.</p>
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<p>Once our taxi driver understood our predilections, he pulled over frequently and helped us spot all manner of animals. We took photos of sheep, cows and monkeys, all just from the rolled down window of the car. The driver also pointed out various kinds of fruit trees that do not exist in America - I cannot remember the name of the tree species. Seeing monkeys in the trees, on the guardrail and utility poles by the road was great fun! We were definitely taking the local stop approach to our two sightseeing attractions but the leisurely pace invited a very contented serene atmosphere.</p>
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When we finally arrived at the outcropping of rock that contained the cave, before us stood a seemingly endless ascent of steep stairs up the cliff. We were hardly prepared for what awaited us. For the non-athletic ones among our group like me, it was our own version of Mt. Everest. Up, up, up! At one point, we guessed that we climbed more stairs than what we encountered once on the Great Wall in China last year.</p>
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<p><img alt="Malaysia Sleeping Buddha Statue" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/malaysia_buddha_statue" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Finally, we arrived at the cave. With our taxi driver as a guide, we walked through a very dark and dripping cave with the noise of bats off in the shadows. After a rather long walk through the cave itself, at last we encountered the sleeping Buddha statue. It is located in a spot that receives a spotlight of sunlight from an opening very high up at certain times of the day. The statue itself was built in the 1950's. It also contains several other smaller shrines and statues, including a Shiva lingam. Since what goes up must come down, this stage of our adventure was not over until we retraced our steps back down from the cave to the entrance of this Buddhist temple. Making this journey in the tropical heat was rather trying. Some of us had never been in such a large cave ever before so it was a fascinating experience all the same.</p>
<p><img alt="waterfall" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/waterfall" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Driving away back through a palm oil fruit plantation, we marveled at the view of a veritable forest of palm trees. Shortly later, we arrived at the waterfall. This location includes several spots for swimming and even camping. First you walk along a river and make your way through the woods along the river. You pass a rope bridge and then come to a small pool with the waterfall spilling into it. It's absolutely stunning and the sound of the rushing water is electrifying. Only one of us had come prepared to swim but as we watched people frolicking in the waterfall it was irresistible. Off came the shoes, and fully clothed we dived in. We leaned back against the waterfall's descent against the rocks and shrieked with delight. It felt like receiving a massage or taking a Jacuzzi times 100.</p>
<p>With my glasses off, I exclaimed that the waterfall just seemed to get even stronger but in fact it had started to rain fairly heavily. Our driver and the others took shelter under a little overhang and drenched to the skin I joined them. We patiently waited with others for the rain to let up since we had our cameras and other odds and ends that we didn't want to get wet. Once again the sun came out even though it was raining. One person had an umbrella and with that sheltering my camera I was back in rainbow-chasing mode. We stood on the bridge that swayed to and fro as one walks on it and looked for rainbows. No luck!</p>
<p>With the rain stopped completely, it was at last time to depart. Our driver brings many people to the waterfalls so he was prepared with plastic to put on the car seats to protect from our wetness. For the first time since arriving, the thought of air conditioning was abhorrent. We made our way home with it off and the windows rolled down. Almost immediately after pulling out from the waterfall, the driver found a rainbow off to the right. <img alt="Malaysia Rainbow" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/malaysia_rainbow" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> In the blink of an eye, I leapt from the car to photograph it. Both he and one of our friends from nearby Singapore emphasized that a rainbow sighting is a rather rare occurrence in these parts. It seemed that my determined hunt was rewarded - ask and you shall receive! Having absolutely adored swimming in the waterfall, we truly felt that this had been a most perfect day.</p>
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On our way home, we stopped to visit a Taoist temple that our driver belongs to. He explained a great deal to us about the statues and their religious beliefs. Our day drew to a close with great reluctance, as we had to get back in time for a dinner counting shift at the hotel. This perfect and happy day seemed full to overflowing - adventurous climbing into a cave, the playfulness of the waterfall cascade, the whisper of a rainbow, the spirit of the Taoist temple, and the nature panorama.</p>
<p>Which moment shines forth as the crowning experience? the healing flow of the waterfall? the opportunity to finally take pictures of all the animals that we had been seeing when in the car? the rainbow since I dearly love them? No. The shining moment in this perfect day resided inside the revolution of a motorized bike's wheel as Sri Chinmoy silently rode it through the hotel lobby that morning before we started our sightseeing. During this spontaneous meditation which began as we were in the middle of a play practice in the hotel lobby, my heart was overpowered with an explosion of inner sweetness as I imagined a vision of the dust of the dust of the dust of God's Feet scattering in the path of this bike's wheel.</p>
<p>For me, God's Feet symbolize the place where Heaven and Earth meet. <img alt="Golden Dust - Perfect Day Malaysia" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/images/golden_dust_hotel_lobby" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> I believe that they embody the very essence of forgiveness and unconditional love. The contemplation of even the dust of God's Feet was indeed the supernal moment of this most perfect day.</p>
<p>This day representatively portrays the union of spiritual striving, cultural education and communing with nature found in great measure while travelling across the globe with the <a href="http://www.srichinmoycentre.org" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy Centres</a>. What a wonderful opportunity this day brought while vacationing in Malaysia with its remembrance of God as the core undercurrent flowing through each and every happy moment of our adventures.</p>
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<p>Everyone agreed that this <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/visitingsrichinmoy" title="Visiting Sri Chinmoy">visit to New York</a> was unlike any other.  We were there to celebrate Sri Chinmoy's 74th birthday; in his native India, birthdays are marked by acts of giving by the individual celebrant, and in this vein <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy" title="About Sri Chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> decided to give a series of concerts for students. And so on different days we listened to a singing performance of 74 mantric songs (followed up with 26 more songs just composed),  74 improvisations on 74 different pianos, 74 songs played on his favourite instrument, the esraj, and performances of 74 different woodwind instruments. To cap it all we were treated to another performance of 220 mantric songs on the birthday day of August 27th. Each concert lasted for well over two hours, and brought down a feeling of peace so tangibly you could almost touch it.</p>
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<p>The second reason we could say we had a birthday celebrations like no other was that we had a cake like no other - <a href="https://www.ashrita.com/">Ashrita Furman</a>, a long time student of Sri Chinmoy and holder of more Guiness World Records than anyone else, had organised 47 volunteers (including Ambarish, Shane and Colm from the Dublin Centre) in an attempt to create the most amount of candles on a birthday cake - a staggering 27,000. The cake was 60ft long by 6ft wide, and the 47 of us had to light a section each with a blowtorch within a minute and a half. This gave Sri Chinmoy a minute or so to meditate in gratitude on the birthday cake before we all had to start huffing and puffing on the cake before it got burnt!</p>
<p>We all had a wonderful time in New York. It was Colm's first time there, and he launched himself into every singing performance going. As ever, we had a Circus; Mangala and Paula were dragon-tamers of some description in some ancient Chinese act (I'd best ask them to explain), Colm was in a frenetic drumming group and later himself and Shane played the parts of jesters in a performance directed by Charana from Cardiff which featured a two headed cow, a homicidal Robin Hood, King Arthur doing the vacuuming, and Batman and some Roman gladiators boogying along in perfect harmony to an old Prince record. Hmm.</p>
<p><img alt="WHR Closing Ceremony" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/august2005/whraug.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A highlight for many was the merry-go-round constructed by Sri Chinmoy's students. All of the children in the audience ran down to have a go whilst Sri Chinmoy powered the apparatus himself using a foot pedal.</p>
<p>We also had the closing ceremony of the US leg of the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org">World Harmony Run</a>, in which runners from all around the world participated, and the very next day we ran the annual Self-Transcendence Marathon organised by the <a href="https://www.srichinmoyraces.org/">Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team</a>. We were all really happy with our performances in the marathon. Colm ran a scorching debut marathon, finishing in 3:32. After an unsuccessful attempt last year, Paula came home to great joy in a time of 6:50. Shane came home in a PB of 3:21 and Ambarish declared himself well pleased with his time of 3:29. The race was held in perfect conditions in the most beautiful natural setting.</p>
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<h2>A Weekend of Joy in Carlingford</h2><div class="field-item"><p>People from around 13 different countries converged upon the village of Carlingford in the Cooley Mountains.....</p>
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The weather had been good all week yet with customary Irish fatalism we weren't expecting it to last. However, upon arrival we were greeted by beautiful blue skies which really showed the mountain of Sliabh Foy behind the village in its best light. Carlingford was a medieval settlement and from the amount of old buildings around I'd say there was a fair bit of keeping up with the Joneses in the Middle Ages, with people trying to outdo their neighbours in building bigger castles...</p>
<p><img alt="Hiyamallar shoots" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/carlingford/bball.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A great dinner supervised by the able Ciara on Saturday evening put everyone in fine fettle for the evening. We had meditation singing and an Irish boys play with hordes of extras, stuntmen, and multimillion dollar special effects (well, er, some car headlights and some bicycle lights strapped onto a samurai sword actually). Usually people's heads are nodding towards the end of the night because they've travelled such a long distance, but in this case everyone arose from meditation full of beans and before long there were games of basketball afoot and frisbees being thrown in the warm night air...</p>
<p>And they didn't leave their energy there. Sunday morning's 2-mile race through the narrow streets of Carlingford saw at least three personal bests set - the most impressive being Colm who (probably as a result of his six week stint on the European leg of the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/">World Harmony Run</a>) was able to break the 13-minute barrier AND the 12-minute barrier on his way to a time of 11:51 !</p>
<p><img alt="3 legged race" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/carlingford/threelegged.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />A full brekkie and then time for games - two boys teams and two girls teams were picked and proceeded to scramble their way around a variety of activities - getting through through a menu of horseshoe throwing, egg and spoon, the poc fada (striking a ball the furthest distance with an Irish hurling stick), tracing the outline of the mythical Brown Bull of Cooley on the ground with a rope while blindfolded, 3 legged race, hitting cans off a perch with tennis balls, raising a brick by winding an attached rope around a broom handle, tug of war and throwing basketballs from the free throw line - all in the space of less than 2 hours.</p>
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<p>Even a brief intrusion by two fractious local chieftains intent on doing no good failed to deter them...</p>
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<p>Afterwards came noon meditation and a packed lunch - some had to leave early, others split into groups to go walking around the mountains or swimming by the sea, or settle for a nice cappucino somewhere. Tarit invited Shane for a run up the mountains, which both enjoyed immensely. In addition there was a particularly close fought game of football between the boys.</p>
<p><img alt="King Johns Castle" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/carlingford/castle.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I borrowed all the photos from Suswara from Bristol, more can be seen <a href="https://tinyurl.com/redirect.php?num=c2b8r">here...</a></p>
<p>Thanks all who came for making it a great weekend and we hope we can have you all over here in the not too distant future....</p>
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<h2>Night Blooming Flower</h2><div class="field-item"><div>
<p><img alt="Night Blooming Flower photo by Sharani" class="lazyload" data-src="/files/Members/sharani/prose/night_blooming_flower1.jpg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />I'm stewing in a bit of irony at the moment. I have just uploaded a photo to one of <a href="https://gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/united_states/newyork/?g2_page=2" target="_blank">my gallery albums</a> of the most beautiful and fragrant flower that I have ever been privileged to experience. It is a beautiful orchid-like white flower with feathery insides and a star-shaped stamen. It blooms only at night, for a single night and the redolence of its fragrance is so powerful that it permeates the air at a great distance from its source.</p>
<p>This beautiful flower lives in the front enclosed porch/foyer of my friend Snehashila's wonderful house in New York. With my being only a short distance from New York, it has indeed been like a second home for me during the past twenty years. When I arrived in New York for the weekend late last Friday night, this extraordinary flower that I knew little about was in bloom. Before I even opened the front door to her house, I was overpowered by the fragrance. To my astonishment, I could still enjoy this fragrance all the way on the second floor in the living room of the second floor apartment if the door was kept ajar.</p>
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<p>I was entranced to learn more about this plant which makes the front porch area look almost like a jungle. So I took photos of this most beautiful flower that I have ever seen and begged Snehashila to tell me all about it. Once she indulged my interest, I learned that these remarkable blossoms open only at night and for a period of mere hours.</p>
<p>The plant's technical name is <em>Epiphyllum Oxypetallum</em> and it is also sometimes called Night Cereus or Queen of the Night. A bit of internet research unveiled that there are several similar night-blooming flowers that are called Night Cereus which look a little different than Snehashila's floral glory, but the one called <em>Epiphyllum Oxypetallum</em> is an exact match. If you would like to see a movie on the web of the blossom opening up, please visit <a href="http://rfovell.bol.ucla.edu/cereus.html" target="_blank" title="Night-blooming cereus">Night-blooming cereus</a>.</p>
<p>Why did I speak of irony at the start of this post? Putting the answer to that question into words is not such an easy task. At the time that I imagined writing about the most striking beauty in a flower that I have ever seen, I did not expect to find myself in my current perspective.</p>
<p>My current perspective finds me looking back on the past weekend and in a broader sense at my journey as a student of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank">Sri Chinmoy</a> and shaking my head in awe and wonder that the guidance, encouragement and divine love that I feel in Sri Chinmoy's presence contains a beauty that this flower cannot even hint at. I'm hoping that Snehashila will not be cross with me as I write about this remarkable flower which is well over a hundred years old in this way.</p>
<p>I find it a nearly impossible task to express in words the inner realities which are the substance of following a spiritual path. How do I even begin to convey the depth of poignance and sweetness that I felt as Sri Chinmoy celebrated Mridula's birthday—one of Sri Chinmoy's students who is 87 years young!—at a Saturday afternoon function. He sat across from her as she is now in a wheelchair and recited the English translation to a song that he said he used to sing when he was 12 years old. As he sang it in Bengali, it had the word Mridula, her name in it. Then he he recited the English translation to the song <a href="https://www.srichinmoysongs.com/bhulite-diyona-tomar-charan" target="_blank"><em>Bhulite Diyona Tomar Charan</em></a> and sang it. He offered her a birthday gift and we had special prasad (notably Baskin &amp; Robbins ice cream) in her honor. I felt that our Guru embodied intense kindness and sweetness in his every interaction with her. If this moment were a flower, it would eclipse the Night Cereus. And this was just one moment durng the weekend that included many other blessingful gifts in testament to Sri Chinmoy's tireless offering of spiritual wisdom to his students and the world around him.</p>
<p>Coming full circle back to Snehashila's house, there is another magical flower that hints at God's inexpressable beauty, but you have to use your imagination to see it when you look at the photo I took in her backyard where it appeared 30 years ago.</p>
<p>30 years ago Snehashila was looking to buy a house in the neighborhood in Queens where many of our group's activities happen. A student of <a href="https://www.srichinmoy.org/" target="_blank" title=" the official complete source">Sri Chinmoy</a> was renting a third floor apartment in the house that Snehashila now owns and heard that his landlord was looking to sell it. The gentleman was in his eighties and lived as a bachelor on the first floor. When he showed the house to Snehashila, he was quite interested in her being the buyer because he felt that since Sri Chinmoy moved into the neighborhood, it had brought nothing but a positive influence.</p>
<p>The house was somewhat in disrepair, needed painting, had clutter and papers everywhere and was very dark because all the windows had drapes pulled across them. Snehashila wasn't too inspired and when he perceived this he told her he would instantly lower the price by $5,000. Remember that 30 years ago $5,000 was a much larger sum than it would be today! She still wasn't sure. Then he asked her if she liked to do gardening. She responded affirmatively and he said let's go outside and I'll show you the garden. It was the middle of January and the dead of winter. She perked up at this suggestion because she knew there is nothing to see in January and then she could more easily excuse herself and leave.</p>
<p>When they went into the backyard, at the top of the brick steps a beautiful blue flower that looked like a lily was in full bloom. He remarked that he had never seen this flower ever before. There it was as real as could be and she knew that it must be a divine sign offered to bring the message that this was the house to buy. She did end up buying the house despite not even having much savings at the time and has been there ever since.</p>
<p>So I think Snehashila will not be cross with me after all since the flowers in her garden include divine apparatitions that bring one's focus squarely back to the source of the author of beauty - God Himself. So I hope that when you look at the Night Cereus photographs in my gallery album  that its beauty will remind you of the truly unfathomable beauty of God's unconditional love and forgiveness that create even the shred of possibility that the likes of folks like me can strive to awaken dormant divinity.</p>
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<h2>Into the West....trip to Galway and the Burren</h2><div class="field-item"><p><strong>March 2005</strong></p>
<p>Check out the pictures in our <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/main.php?g2_view=core:ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=37097&amp;g2_page=1">gallery.....</a></p>
<p><img alt="Shane doing intervals" class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/into_the_west/interval.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />On the Friday morning I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. I could hear a wavering hum from the sitting room. It was <a href="http://www.srichinmoy.org/Members/shane_magee/">Shane</a>'s birthday, and he was singing his heart out. We had come up to Galway for the occasion and stayed in Colm's student flat. Determined to make a good start to the day, we headed out for an interval session on a nearby track (right). Gary and Alex didn't arrive in Galway until lunchtime. We met them by the Docks in the city centre where a big grey military ship acted as a rendezvous point. Gary had also brought his little dog Mac D along for the trip. It was Alex's first time to the west of Ireland and Gary exclaimed that he hadn't been in Galway for years.</p>
<p>After a much enjoyed lunch we strolled up and down Galway's shopping streets. Early signs of dusk were noticeable as the sun began to decline so we decided to catch the fading light by coast. We drove out to the beautiful beach of silver stand but the tide was in and the only grains of sand to be seen were on the footpath. We took to the cliff which rises up from the beach and runs for a short distance along the coast. Erosion was eating into the base of this cliff of stones and soil so we had to be careful not to venture too close to the edge. Mac D saw no danger and walked over to the very edge and glanced downwards. Needless to say that Gary called him back as quickly as possible.</p>
<p>From the cliff we had a lovely view of Galway Bay and the hills of Co. Clare in the distance. We gazed out across the cloudy sky as the sun turned it unusual shades of violet and peach just before it dived into the ocean. Later that evening we a enjoyed a peaceful meditation which was followed by a big meal and dessert on Shane's behalf.</p>
<p>The next morning, after a large, protein filled breakfast, we departed for the Burren in Co. Clare. From the forecast we sure that showers were inevitable but the day remained bright and cheerful as we dove. At one stage we descended down a big hill and at the bottom the road ran parallel with a small lake. To our amazement, two swans had just taken off with wings fully spread and were flying directly in line with us. For a hundred meters the swans flew closely side-by- side with us until I quickly had to manoeuvre around a sharp bend. It was such a beautiful sight.</p>
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<p>We travelled along the coastline which brought us to the unique landscape of the Burren. Shane explained to us how thousands of years ago the Celts had cut down all the forests which had covered the land in order to create pastures, however this led to the thin layer of soil washing away. The result is a barren landscape of bare limestone, known as karst. We walked through a valley of green fields, sectioned by stone walls that ran up to the stone grey hills on either side. These walls are the consequence of a life of back breaking labour endured, in the past, by farmers trying to claim some small patch of land as their own.</p>
<p>We climbed up the hill to our left, stopping briefly for fruit and biscuits, and then trekked on further up the exposed ridges of weather limestone. From the top we had, once again, a beautiful view of Galway Bay, only this time from the other side. Right across the bay could just about make out the beach that we had been to the day before. Walking on further we came to a sudden drop of mass rock. I enjoyed scaling down it but Gary found a safer roof in order to carry down Mac D. From there we walked across a desolate plain of rock until we reached another valley. At the bottom of the valley was what looked like a huge crater left behind by a meteorite. Shane and I pondered whether it actually was the result of a meteorite.</p>
<p>After a little more walking we stopped for a quick break by a stone wall. In the distance was the cliff of rock which to our amusement reflected an incredible echo. We shouted out our names and after a second delay it seemed someone would shout back at us. Ahead of us the landscape looked like a giants playground with huge football like rocks lying here and there on smooth plates of stone. Long fractures dissected the rock in places were water had found the path of least resistance. It's hard to believe that the subtlety of water could create such wonderful features in resilient rock but everything physical is bound by time and time can move mountains.</p>
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<p>We walked for a while before reaching the road to lead us back our starting point. Gary carried Mac D some off the way because he was well tired from his adventure away from home. We were greeted by cattle grazing on high ground as we trekked over a hill which took us right back to the cars. Throughout the whole day not one drop of rain had fallen which we were grateful for. We left behind a landscape of wonderful character and enjoyed a hearty meal in the town of Loughrea before we set off for home.</p></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/into_the_west">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>A Weekend in France</h2><div class="field-item"><p>February 2005</p>
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<p>The English, Irish, French, Scottish and Welsh Sri Chinmoy centres generally come together four times a year for meditation, spiritual activities, to share inspiration and to have plain old fun. These 'Joy Weekends' are a godsend for more remote Centres (like Ireland) that cannot visit other Centres easily, a chance to meet over 70 other students and be reminded of the myriad ways in which every student is trying to bring spirituality into their lives. We like to think also that in bringing together students from different countries which have had a previous history of emnity, we are playing our own small part in fully healing any divisions that might still lie under the surface.</p>
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<img alt="Mont St Michel (by Pavitrata)" class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/france/montstmichel.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> This time we all were bound for the small French village of Mont St Michel in Brittany. Five of the Dublin Centre braved two flights and a six-hour stopover in Stanstead to get there.  Upon arrival we were treated to a simple but hearty dinner. In the evening there was meditation, plenty of reminiscing about a recent trip to China which many students of Sri Chinmoy had taken part in, and a wonderful photo slideshow by Sahadeva from London giving those of us who had never been to China a real flavour of the country and its people.</p>
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The next Sunday began with six o'clock morning meditation, a run for those of us who could brave the inclement conditions and a light French breakfast. We were then taken by coach to see the wonderful island fortress/monastery of Mont St Michel, connected to land by causeway and with all the drawbridges and porticullises intact. The weather had brightened up by then - some of us headed for the nearest creperie, whilst others went up to view the cavernous abbey - walking up the stone staircases, one could still feel an abiding peace and stillness from centuries of prayer and contemplation despite the incessant monologue of tourguides.</p>
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Back at our accomodation we were treated to lunch as only the French can do it. There was not much time before we all had to go our separate ways, but we managed to see a video production which the talented duo Sahadeva and Devashishu had staged in China before everyone waved goodbye and packed into their buses and cars.</p>
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The Irish stayed behind an extra day, joined by a few friends; we visited the walled city of St Malo and had a lovely morning run around the parapet. The highlight of the day - undoubtedly the two-foot high chocolate cake which was so filling it ended up being lunch and dinner combined! We entered the plane home with full stomachs and fond memories.</p>
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To see a Welsh perspective on the weekend, <a href="../../../Members/sumangali/writing/joydays/index_html">click here......</a></p>
<p>Check out more pictures in our <a href="http://www.gallery.srichinmoycentre.org/main.php?g2_view=core:ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=37097&amp;g2_page=1">gallery......</a></p>
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<h2>Visit to Sri Chinmoy - November 2004</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Sri Chinmoy usually invites his students to visit him in New York in the middle of November, before he leaves to spend the Christmas months somewhere warmer than snow-covered New York. Here is just a little taste of what we experienced this November.....</p>
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<h2>Weightlifting Anniversary</h2>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/NYnovember/elephant.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />This year Sri Chinmoy was using the anniversary of when he started weightlifting as an opportunity to transcend himself - by lifting double the total weight he lifted in a similiar anniversary celebration two years ago! The weightlifting took place over three days. The first morning after we arrived we drove up to New Jersey to an airfield to see him lift helicopters and airplanes using a standing calf raise, then on to a nursery where he lifted a 20-foot tall Christmas tree! Not content with that, he got six of his students to climb the tree ('human monkeys', he jokingly called them) and then lifted it again. And all of this before lunchtime.... blankets were laid out on the nursery lawn and we all sat down to have a what felt like a real family picnic.</p>
<p>Weatherwise, the next day was pretty miserable. Myself and Ambarish were helping to set up all the equipment and facilities to be used during the morning's lifting in Aspiration-Ground, and the non-stop rain and cold meant we had to move around pretty quickly in order to keep warm. There were many invited guests and media present which meant that one had to constantly watch one's step to avoid bumping into someone or getting in the way of a camera. The lifts - all performed on a standing calf raise machine - included a yacht, an elephant and a camel! The elephant was docile enough, preoccupied with throwing the carrots aside in his bucket of feed and eating the apples, but the camel was quite nervous about getting onto the lifting platform and several attempts were needed to lead him onto it. We then all hurried into the relative warmth of indoors wher Sri Chinmoy performed some more lifts on a sitting calf raise machine, including a fishtank and an ice sculpture just created that morning!</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/NYnovember/ckgliftscar.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />But he had saved the best for the finale on the evening of the third night. In front of a packed auditorium, Sri Chinmoy set out to lift over 90 tons during the course of the night. The night began with the presentation of national honours to Sri Chinmoy by representatives of the governments of Hungary, Vietnam and Cambodia. Then the weightlifting started with two sets of twenty repetitions lifting a half-ton weight on the sitting calf-raise machine - already almost a quarter of his total! He then went on to lift a human pyramid of 15 people, his entire collection of 1490 published books, and four grand pianos. He also honoured many past and present Olympians with the 'Lifting up the  World with a Oneness-Heart' award using a specially modified apparatus where he could lift them up by shrugging his shoulders upward. However, the best was saved for last - first he lifted up two concrete lions with a total combined weight of over a ton, and then, and then he lifted a car using a specially constructed apparatus in which he was standing overhead - the car could be clearly seen swinging underneath him, thus providing quite a dramatic finish to the night. The next day, we were helping to put away the equipment and weights - hauling a 40kg plate around made you appreciate just how heavy some of those weights were, and made it even more mindboggling that Sri Chinmoy managed to move 24 of them in one lift!</p>
<h2>Jharna-Kala Anniversary</h2>
<p>Sri Chinmoy was also celebrating the 30th anniversary of the commencement of his <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy/painting">'Jharna-Kala'</a> paintings. At the time he was drawing many birds on a series of notebooks he had purchased in San Diego and become quite partial to. He then went on to paint 30 paintings on 30 different qualities, for example 'Hope' or 'Humility'. He would write the quality down first and then his painting hand would follow wherever his contemplation on that particular quality would lead him. All during the night an instrumental group was playing songs that Sri Chinmoy had composed about his painting, and assistants were moving around displaying the freshly-created paintings to everyone in the audience.</p>
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<h2>Ashrita breaks another record</h2>
<p>Ashrita Furman, a long-time student of Sri Chinmoy is the current holder of the most Guinness world records, ranging from the most sit-ups in an hour to the fastest mile travelled whilst pushing an orange with his nose! This time around Ashrita was aiming to break the current record of 42 seconds for the 100-yard dash bouncing on a 'space hopper' - you know, one of them big inflatable balls you sat on with horns you grabbed on to .</p>
<p>If you were hibernating during the seventies and dont know what a space hopper is, click <a href="https://www.thoughtco.com/inventions-4133303">here....</a></p>
<p>The setting was Flushing Meadows, behind Shea Stadium and site of the huge World Expo globe. A suitable track had been found leading out from the globe; the autumnal tree-lined avenue made for quite a majestic setting. Helping Ashrita with the attempt logistics were Dipali Cunningham, world record holder for running 1000 miles, and Suprabha Beckjord, the only person to complete the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile race - the world's longest road race - all eight years it has been held.</p>
<p>Ashrita easily smashed the record on his first attempt, coming in at just under 31 seconds; however hadn't managed to better the time he had set in practice, so he decided to have another go. I arrived just in time for this second attempt - I had borrowed a bicycle that was far too big for me to get there and on the way got confused and ended up cycling on the freeway for a stretch (not a good idea, I'm told).  After a short and powerful meditation, Ashrita pushed off again. The event is quite tough, you really have to use those calf muscles to push the hopper of the ground, and the strain was evident on his face as he neared the finish line. In the end, he just about beat his previous record, with a time of 30.16 (unofficial). A film crew was on hand to record the entire thing; we stayed behind to watch as Ashrita demonstrated some of his record-breaking techniques to the media - milk bottle balancing, pogo-sticking and hula hooping. The ease with which he seemed to be able to do all these things belies the enormous amount of hard work Ashrita puts into perfecting each discipline.</p>
<p>For more information ablout Ashrita's records, see his <a href="https://www.ashrita.com/">website...</a></p>
<h2>Self-Transcendence Races</h2>
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(These are just my personal remembrances, and as such the feats described below, although I've done my best to make them sound as heroic as possible, are definitely not in the same league as what has been described so far)</p>
<p>Every Saturday morning there is a two-mile race consisting of two and a half laps around the local high school block. The miserable weather the previous day had not left me much inclined to venture out at all on the first Saturday, but I trudged out there anyway. But as soon as the race was started, I found myself sharing the lead with Praban (my boss when I worked in Austria last year and a noted runner) and wondering whether should I really be up so close to the front. I went through the first mile in personal record pace - that fact made me a little edgy; I soon lost Praban and found it very hard to keep up the same momentum in the second half of the race. However I still thought I had second place by a long way - I crossed the finish line without looking over my shoulder, but then a second later the whole cavalry arrived hot on my heels! They had spotted me fading and were gunning to pass me out before the finish line, so I was very lucky, I could have been in sixth place or even further back. After the race, Sri Chinmoy usually composes a prayer and perhaps even sets music to it, before handing out prizes in the form of prasad (blessed food) to the top three boys and top three girls. The next week, many of the better runners had flown home already, so I had a much easier time of it, winning  the race by ten seconds. I was happy though, that I had bettered my time of the previous week by a few seconds - that's what it's all about, competing with your own capacities rather than looking over your shoulders. Actually, I had quite a graphic illustration of that during the race: I went into an early lead, and for the first mile whilst running I was a little insecure because I couldn't see anyone behind me. Then I passed the mile mark, got my split time and formed an idea about what final time to aim for. This made me feel much better because I could then concentrate on transcending myself and reaching that time regardless of who was ahead of or behind me.</p>
<p>This is just a selection of some of the happenings that took place during our visit. And November is reckoned to be one of the quieter times to visit Sri Chinmoy.......</p>
For a general account of what takes place when we visit Sri Chinmoy in New York, click <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/centre/visitingsrichinmoy">here.....</a></div></div><div class="originally-posted">Cross-posted from <a href="http://jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org/activities/NYnovember">jogyata.srichinmoycentre.org</a></div></div>
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<h2>Trip to Slieve Bloom mountains</h2><div class="field-item"><p>October 2004 - Shane's and Colm's remembrances of the weekend.</p>
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<i>Colm:</i> I left Galway (West of Ireland) and headed towards the midlands. I wasn't fully sure of my destination, but knew it was in the vicinity of the Slieve Bloom Mountains, which bind together counties Offaly and Laois. There I would meet the guys from the Dublin Sri Chinmoy centre: Ambarish, Shane, Gary and Vinnie and also two friends Rastio and Jan - from Slovakia and the Czech Republic respectively. Rastio had come over to run the Dublin Marathon, in which he achieved an excellent time of 3 hours 23 minutes. Jan had come over for a business meeting, but I think this was just an excuse to come and explore Ireland. Ambarish had unfortunately appointed Shane (of all people!!) to navigate the other car, which resulted in them being over an hour late!</p>
<p><i>Shane: </i> No, what actually happened was we happened to drive through Edenderry which was absolutely gridlocked - an old lady on the corner said it was the worst traffic jam since two Model T Fords collided back in ninteen rickety two. Anyway, we managed to meet up in Birr, Ambarish's birthplace, and duly went around to inspect all the statues he said had been erected in his honour. We didn't find any (must have been taken away for polishing) so we had to content ourselves with glimpses of the hospital where he was born and the barbers he used to get his hair cut at (awwww!).</p>
<p>  <i><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/colm.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Colm:</i>  With the day pushing on, we scoffed the last of our potato cakes and marched to our cars with the prospect of squeezing every bit of opportunity from the daylight before darkness would fall. To Clonmacnoise, a famous monastery on the banks of the river Shannon, we drove. We had an hour before it would close for the night, but this was all we needed. We walked amoungst the many ruins of churches, high crosses and gravestones with the two round towers forever keeping a watchful eye on our location. Jan, relentlessly trying to break the record for the most photos ever taken in two days, was snap happy. The churches and towers were ancient and fascinating, but it wasn't until a video presentation in the centre that you really gained an understanding and true respect for this religious settlement.Walking outside once more, every aspect of the monastery became more significant, more special.</p>
<p><i>Shane:</i> The previous week had seen some of the worst weather I can remember; incessant rain, malevolent-looking clouds, biting wind and even more rain, and on our way down it looked like more of the same. On the way we passed scenes of devastation caused by flooding - the Shannon, the largest river in Ireland had burst its banks and whole fields were underwater. But thankfully the rain subsided as we left Birr. </p>
<p> <img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/clonmacnoise.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Clonmacnoise was one of the great monastic settlements in the period 600-900 AD where great saints resided and many copies of holy scripture were elaborately calligraphed. The place grew into a giant cemetery because everyone wanted to be laid to rest there, so the outward appearance isnt spectacular. However when I sat down to meditate at the river's edge (the flooding had almost come up to the monastery walls) I found that whatever else had changed, at least the vibration of all those ancient prayers and spiritual toil hadn't gone away.</p>
<p><i>Colm:</i> Outside, and clinging onto daylight, we spotted an adjacent castle. This is the most amazing castle I have ever seen, because it appeared to defy the laws of gravity. One of its corners - which was a huge mass of stone - was at forty-five degrees to the ground and looked like it would blow over with the wind, but it refused to give way; after centuries it was still having a huge argument with time over the possibility of immortality. We explored the castle, climbing spiralled stairs and openings.</p>
<p>"Football!" Ambarish exclaimed seeing the field around the castle,<br/>
but it was rough and full of cow dung. I looked up, and across the road I noticed a primary school with a lovely flat pitch... what a gift! We were blessed with a fine evening. We played until we could barely make out one another. We played until the only light was the light of the white ball which we chased. We held onto daylight long after it had passed; it lived on through us until we could play no longer.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/drums.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> With a welcome meal in Banagher we settled down for the night. Accommodation came in the form of a hostel and the back of my van, both equally comfortable!</p>
<p>I woke the next morning and was proud of my roommates for the lack of snoring, which was unexpected judging by the joking prior to slumber.</p>
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<p><i>Shane:</i> When I woke up the next morning I couldn't believe the contrast in the weather. Autumn/early winter for me is both my favourite and least favourite season - least favourite when cold and miserable, but my favourite when there is not a cloud in the sky, the air is fresh and makes you feel alive, and the light is so sharp and clear; in summer I always feel that the sunlight saturates everything and infuses it with slightly lethargic qualities, whereas the winter sunlight draws out a crisp definition in all it touches; you feel you are seeing the world newly-born, seeing things as they really are.... yesterday morning was one of the finest examples of that kind of weather I have experienced.</p>
<p>First item on the daily programme was the 2-mile Self-Transcendence race, held just before the sun rose - on a 1-mile-and-back course measured by car practically from the door of the hostel! Seeing as we were away, we allowed ourselves a minor concession to luxury and held our pre race meditation inside. Rastio is always joking that he likes to hang in behind the leader and make him do all the work before leaving him for dead with the last minute kick (so to speak)...well, he got a taste of his own medicine this time. I was just hanging on behind him, suffering away, suffering away...and then the turnaround came and we were headed straight into the sunrise....the dewy mist still rising off the fields...flocks of swallows off for the winter....still suffering, mind you....I dont know what came over me to pass him out so early, maybe I was thinking he had run the marathon and he won't have the kick....almost home....whats that noise behind me?...uh-oh, Rastio coming through....I struggled for one last burst.....</p>
<p>We both came home in 11.18. If the course was five metres longer, he'd have definitely had me. In fact, if I were absolutely sincere, I suspect he'd have won the photo finish....but I dont think he'll read this webpage - so lets keep the 'if's' hypothetical! Ambarish was home in 12.32, Gary in 14.08, Colm in 14.30 and Vinny in 14.32. There was a little debate as to whether the course was short or not, myself and Rastio both ran our second-best times (Rastio 5 days after a marathon!) but the others seemed to think it was OK.</p>
<p>We thought we was just going to peek in to Birr Castle on our way to the mountains, but little did we know...</p>
<p><i><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/castle.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Colm:</i> Never could I have conceived of the magic that waited inside the boundary walls of this domain. I was spellbound. For hours we strolled through an enchanted garden overwhelmed by the infinite colours of autumn: reds and yellows, brighter than any flames in any fire. Noblemen, as they were, had planted many types of exotic plants and trees throughout this giant garden. A fast flowing river, a gentle waterfall, a large lake, bridges, tunnels, wells and passageways captivated the landscape. Every part of this expanse offered something totally unique and beautiful. The birds sang so loudly because they did not have to achieve anything to be in heaven. Jan, more frantic than ever, tried his best to break that world record for snaps.</p>
<p><img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/gardens.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> Amongst this beauty, some of the world's most intellectual minds had walked. Down through generations these wealthy land owners had devoted their time to science, engineering and astronomy. To read all the facts about this family of inventors and scholars would amaze anyone. To see all of their inventions and innovations was incredible - the most notable invention being the massive 72 inch telescope with huge supporting walls which could be seen from almost anywhere in the garden.</p>
<p><i><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/head.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />Shane:</i> Everyone at work is going to ask me all kinds of scientific questions when I tell them I was in Birr Castle - I won't know what to tell them; there was an exhibition of sciencey stuff collected by the family through the ages, but I had been so blown away by the gardens that I could only stare at the exhibition with a wonder quite unconducive to the gathering of facts. There was also a photographic exibition of space photos - supernovae and nebulae and cosmic dust and stars and stars and stars and stars - if I were able to see these photos at the pace I would have wished, I would still be there now, I daresay.</p>
<p> <img alt class="left lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/walking.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />It was well into the afternoon when we did manage our mountain stroll - these mountains (the Slieve Blooms) are largely planted with trees for commercial use, but there is quite a lot of lovely deciduous trees there.</p>
<p><i>Colm:</i> We set off again, but did not know what the day had left for us. At one stage I stopped the van at the summit of a large hill, and Shane and I got out to watch the mesmerising sunset. We could see the entire midlands from where we were, and the setting sun shone like a glorious torch from left to right.</p>
<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/slievebloom/football.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /> We found Ambarish parked outside another primary school. These small pitches were perfect for only seven of us. We played a bit of Gaelic football so as to give the guys a taste of our national sport. They were definitely equally as good as us as we tried to kick points over the bar. We then played soccer, and at one stage I landed badly. I thought I had broken my leg or badly hurt my knee. The pain was intense. The guys gathered round me to help me. Rastio straightened my leg and as soon as he touched my knee the pain dissipated. It was as if the collective concern and care of everyone had expelled the pain. I was lucky!</p>
<p>We all sat on the hill behind the goals and looked at Jan's photos. At the same time, we took in the beauty of the sunset which lit the sky. It softly touched the landscape and our hearts.</p>
<p>We stopped for a meal just before setting off for home. Sitting at a large round table, seven boys sat with seven big smiles on their faces, telling jokes and laughing loudly. This is one trip which we will definitely call on for inspiring memories for quite some time.</p>
<p>This article is an amalgamation of Shane's and Colm's postings on the<br/>
<a href="https://www.yahoo.com/">Sri Chinmoy Inspiration Group</a></p>
<p>Photos:  These are just a selection of the 200-odd photographs Jan took in a space of 36 hours (and he was asleep for at least eight of those)</p>
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<h2>Cycling Trip in Donegal</h2><div class="field-item"><p><br/>
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<p>Over the August Bank Holiday weekend we had a smashing cycling trip in the beautiful county of Donegal. Five of us set off from Donegal town on Friday evening -  straight away we headed off the main road and up two big hills that the boys from the Ordinance Survey neglected to put on the map. Jim, who had come over all the way from Glasgow was saying that the boys back home were teasing him about being home by Saturday, but after those two hills he was all set to confound them by being home on Friday!</p>
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<p>However, it was only a case of the legs not being warmed up properly - we soon made our way around the side of the Bluestack Mountains (probably one of the few places left in Ireland where you could safely wander for 4 or 5 days without seeing a soul), and looked for a place to rest close to the village of Glenties. We were a little apprehensive about camping on someone's land - obviously we had been immersed in unfriendly city life for too long, because when we did get around to ringing a few doorbells and asking, the welcome we got was great - one woman even offered to let us camp in her back lawn!</p>
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<p>We chose a nice patch of land and prepared to bed down, completely unprepared for our first encounter with the dreaded midges. During the trip we used three cans of insect repellant - people were fumigating themselves with the stuff. The midges didn't bother us once we were on the move, but once we stopped for a moment then that was their chance to home in.</p>
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<p>After a nice insect-repellant-assisted sunrise meditation and a good brekkie we were off again. We were blessed with the most sunny day we'd had all summer, so much so that we were obliged to take a dip in a lake a couple of hours into the cycle! Journeying northwards, we let ourselves in the back gate of Glenveigh National Park and freewheeled downhill into the valley along a treacherous path that probably wasn't fit for walking let alone cycling. It was a miracle I stayed upright at all - I could feel the whole bike swaying underneath me! It was here that the midges were at their worst, but the views were at their best!</p>
<p>A nice cup of tea there and then onwards - we headed through the pass at Muckish Mountain and then on to the village of Falcarragh. We decided to stay on the beach - there was another couple of tents there and the occupants looked like they were all set for a late and loud night but we thought we would still be able to get a good night's sleep if we camped a distance away. What we didn't know was that five foot high speakers and sound system (powered by a generator!) were on their way, and that the party wasn't going to end until nine o'clock the next morning! We were just preparing to go to bed when they started up in earnest, and I daresay you could have heard the noise a mile away.</p>
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<p>Amazingly, we all managed to get a little sleep - I stayed up for a while watching the full moon rise over Muckish (to dubious soundtrack). I know Sri Chinmoy wrote about an exercise where you could obtain 15 minutes worth of rest in a second if you tried really hard to feel that you are an infinite sea of peace - I'm not sure you are supposed to fall asleep during this exercise, but that's what I use it for! It worked a treat on this occasion. Thankfully the roar of the ocean drowned out the music at morning meditation and we got out of there in a hurry.</p>
<p><a href="toryrocks"><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/donegalimages/toryrocks.gif" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" /></a>Gary joined us for our next stop in Tory Island, so we left all the heavy stuff in his car and took the bikes over on the ferry. The ball bearings were falling out the front wheel on Jim's bike - there was a bike rental shop on the island and they were so helpful, they took apart 3 or 4 wheels they had lying around the back to see if the bearings were the same, which unfortunately they weren't. The bike managed to hold up for the rest of the trip, provided we kept pouring oil on the axle.</p>
<p>I find Donegal Irish hard enough to understand at the best of times, but the Irish these boys were speaking evaded me completely. The bike shop owner's wife was from Edinburgh - she had come over for a weekend holiday 20 years ago! Whilst fixing the bike they were talking about the goings-on of some other guy we could see down the road - on an island like this everyone knows everyone's business and it's impossible to keep a secret.</p>
<p>There were no fields, which meant lots of offroad scrambling for the bike - great fun. We had an hour's horizontal meditation (sleep, in other words) just to make sure we were completely recovered from the night before - we were woken up by Paula, who was touring around Donegal by car with a friend, and by sheer coincidence just happened to be visiting this remote island at the same time! Then we had a game of football in which myself, Ambarish, and Jim were comprehensively thrashed by Gary, Colm and Vinny, followed by another dip and a cycle to some fantastic cliffs. The return boat took us further down the coast and saved us 2 hours cycling. We found an amazing camping spot beside a beach which looked like no-one had ever set foot on it.</p>
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<p>The next day we had to say good bye to Gary and Vinny in Dunloe (something called work, apparently - they didn't stay around long enough to explain the concept to me), and we made our way down along the coast over the Gweebarra bridge - a breathtaking sandy estuary. We went down to Ardara over another hill, and again I shipped the blame because the O.S. boys didn't put it on the map. We had picked out a valley to camp in on the map, but when we climbed up the hill to it, the women at the house said the land wasn't theirs and they couldn't give us permission. Just then a nasty shower came down and we had to stand under a tree. A woman came back out again and said we could sleep in their shed! We were ushered into their living room and cups of tea were pressed into our hands - a typical Irish all- over-the-place conversation ensued ranging from electing parliamentarians in protest at having to pay for English television (yes, they did!) to the President ironing her own curtains. We were all really struck by the the warmth and jolliness of the whole family. Afterwards myself and Colm did a spot of walking in the mountains behind us.</p>
<p>On Tuesday we had only a couple of hours of (hilly) cycling left until we reached Donegal town again - the guy Jim rented his bike from graciously agreed to take only a day and a half's rent. For me the whole trip was a bit of an eyeopener...</p>
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<li>First, Ireland has gotten so built up nowadays and I thought all of our natural beauty was in danger of being confined to isolated, carefully managed spots - I didn't think it was still possible to travel from one end of a county to another and see beauty, beauty, beauty all the way.</li>
<li>Second, living in a city can sometimes lead one to believe that such things as kindness and generosity no longer exist, and that we have to resuscitate them from scratch. The trip made me realise that Ireland may have become much more prosperous in the last 15 years, but we haven't yet become as selfish and inward looking as some people would have us believe.</li>
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<h2>April Celebrations</h2><div class="field-item"><p>Four of the Dublin Centre flew over to New York to join with many other students in marking the day - April 13th - when Sri Chinmoy first came to the West 41 years ago. As always, an intense few days lay in store for us, as we tried to cram in as many activities as we could.</p>
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<p><img alt class="right lazyload" data-src="/files/ie/activities/aprilcelebration/opening2.jpeg" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==" />The visit also coincided with the official opening ceremony of the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/" target="_blank">World Harmony Run</a>, a global torch relay run founded by <a href="https://ie.srichinmoycentre.org/sri_chinmoy">Sri Chinmoy</a> to foster harmony and friendship between peoples and nations. The Run was just about to embark on a tour of all 48 mainland states of the U.S.A; it has already been simultaneously running in Europe and indeed had visited Ireland for six days in March, so we had plenty of inspiration to share with everyone.</p>
<p>One highlight of the trip for many was the meditation function the night before the opening ceremony when Sri Chinmoy realized that the World Harmony Run didn't as yet have a theme song! He then composed up this very catchy and inspirational tune almost as if plucking it from thin air. Some assembled singers sang the song back to him, but the performance needed more spirit, Sri Chinmoy felt; he reminded us that the spirit and energy we put into the song would spread to over 80 countries along with the Run. More singers came down. Instruments arrived. By the time things were in full flow, there were trumpets and saxophones, flutes and violins, sarods and sitars from India, erhus from China, djembes from Africa, whistling and clapping, spontaneous improvisations out of nowhere. We were all hoarse from singing at the top of our voices. The next day, as the song was being performed at the opening ceremonies, I imagined that anyone present would think that we had had hours of painstaking practice; they certainly would never think that the song itself didn't even exist the day before! Click here to listen to the <a href="http://www.worldharmonyrun.org/song/" target="_blank">World Harmony Run song....</a></p>
<p>The day of April 13th itself had many remarking on Sri Chinmoy's amazing ability to defy fatigue. He had the previous evening said there was to be three separate functions, one early in the morning, one in the afternoon and one in the evening. However, on the day there were so many different things going on, and the 'morning' function went on into the afternoon and then late into the evening! Whilst his students went in and out, taking frequent breaks, Sri Chinmoy remained throughout for a total of 16 hours in all - which included composing 41 short songs in gratitude for 41 years in the West, a concert of six or seven separate instruments, and meetings with dignitaries and well-wishers who had come to see him.</p>
<p>Near the end of the trip we were in for a surprise when Sri Chinmoy lifted some of his students as part of the 'Lifting up the World with a Oneness-Heart' initiative. Sri Chinmoy transcended his old record by lifting 116 students overhead in a single day using a specially-constructed overhead platform. Ambarish and Nirbhasa from Ireland were among the students lifted from all over the world.</p>
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