Story-Gems: Everyday Miracles on Sri Chinmoy's Path
More stories from Sri Chinmoy's students.
In the middle of an ocean of love
Bhadra Kleinman New York
An intense, concentrated Fire
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
Spirituality means speed
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
The day I saw my Guru for the first time
Natabara Rollosson New York, United States
A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reason
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
A barrage of Candy Bullets
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New ZealandSuggested videos
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Beginnings of a spiritual journey
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
My first experience with Sri Chinmoy
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
A feeling that something more exists
Florbela Caniceiro Coimbra, Portugal
What meditation gave me that I was missing
Purnahuti Wagner Guatemala City, Guatemala
Self-transcendence in meditation
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland

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.