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First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
Our Guru becomes the perfect disciple
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Praying for God’s Grace to Descend
Sweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
Pragati Pascale New York, United States
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
Running for Peace
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
A 40-Year Blessing
Sarama Minoli New York, United States
Running and Me
Garga Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
A vision at 3 a.m in the morning
Abarita Dänzer Zürich, Switzerland
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, CanadaSuggested videos
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Progress-Pilgrimage: A 1200km run from Vienna to Paris
Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Finding your spiritual Master
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
Starting a spiritual café
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
Unthwarted, my mother and I went down to our designated meeting area to see if anyone was ready to brave the cold and rain with us today. There was already someone waiting when we got there and after a few phone calls, a bagel stop at
By the time we got to the place where we were going to hike (Harriman State Park) it had actually stopped raining and we started off, some of us jumping from rock to rock, balancing on logs and climbing trees on the way. By the time we reached the ridge it had started to snow and we enjoyed looking for the flakes that had crystallized into beautiful stars and at the white little spots dotting the large patches of moss.
Once we were after the half way point it started to really really snow and our hike turned into a true adventure. The trees donned magnificent snowy outlines and the ground was covered in a pure blanket of white which, in addition to being beautiful, was slippery, cold and wet. The difficulty of the hike went up a few notches and soon we were all cold and wet but we were in good spirits and felt quite safe. Nonetheless, everyone was overjoyed when we finally reached the car and could warm up inside. All that was missing was the hot chocolate and the roaring fire.