It does not matter which spoon you use
by Brahmacharini Rebidoux
St. John's, Canada
Though we all share the same spiritual path, our Guru, Sri Chinmoy, deals with each soul that he has accepted individually and uniquely, calling them forward, upward, and inward in just the way each disciple needs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
So much longing, for something
by Pushpa rani Piner
Ottawa, Canada
This story is transcribed from audio interviews, which are also available to listen to below.
I started about twenty years ago. I was 24, and it was really the farthest thing from my mind, meditation and the spiritual life. I was very much involved in the outer life, going to university, I was working as a model, and I was very much involved – as much as you can be involved – in the outer world. I thought this would bring me a lot of happiness, but inside I was really feeling just so much longing for something, and I wasn’t finding it, not matter what I did in my outer life.
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.
Having a teacher
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.
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.
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.
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.
My parents and Sri Chinmoy
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.
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.
My life with Sri Chinmoy
by Namrata Moses, New York
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sports
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.
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.
Africa
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.”
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!
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!
Where the finite connects to the Infinite
Jogyata Dallas
Jogyata Dallas, a meditation instructor for over 30 years, explains how meditating on the heart allows us to bypass the busy mind, and feel the inner silence and stillness where the finite begins to connect to the infinite.
Why we organise ultra-distance events
Subarnamala Riedel
Subarnamala lives in Switzerland, and one activity the Centre does there is put on ultra-distance races, such as the 26km Lake Zurich swim and the 12 and 24 hour race in Basel. For Subarnamala, these races are 'the spiritual life in action' - an opportunity for the Centre to work together, to serve the athletes, and to be inspired by athletes of all ages who are trying to transcend their capacities.
The greatest adventure that you can embark on
Mahatapa Palit
Originally from India, Mahatapa now lives in New York City. She describes reading that the spiritual life is 'the greatest adventure that you can embark on' and how embarking on that adventure brough her to the Sri Chinmoy Centre. Mahatapa explains a few of the important lessons she has learned over the years - such as how everything in the universe is connected, and importance of feeling gratitude every day.
La mia storia prima di iniziare la vita spirituale
Sumangali, Inghilterra
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.
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.
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!
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Un giorno affrontai la paura. Ed essa si dissolse, come un serpente di fumo.
Dio non mi aveva dimenticata: io avevo dimenticato Lui.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sumangali, pagina originale.
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