The Jewels of Happiness

10-Day Race: Staring into the Infinite

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.

Inspired by fellow students of Sri Chinmoy, this writer of yours has then been compelled from within to take part on the Self-Transcendence 10-Day Race.

That means actual 10 days of running, really. (of course you can rest, but otherwise you are running around the clock.)

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.

The first preparation and also the first glimpse that made me believe I *might* be able to finish a 10 day race was a 47-mile race. 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.

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.

 

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photos by Uptal Marshall and Prabhakar Street

Day 1

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.

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.

The day ended at noon and I completed 57 miles easily, with little - if any - walking.

I had brought some poems for the race. I am assigning here one for each day. Poem for the day was:

"My forward march
Shall be tireless
And endless."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

 

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Day 2

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.

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.

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.

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.

Poem for the day was:

"God counts
Each and every
Gratitude-heartbeat
Of mine."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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.

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.

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."

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.

I just went to sleep and then on the next day I would see how I felt.

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.

Day 2 ended at noon. I went for a little rest to see if things would get a little better.

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Day 3

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!

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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

Poem for the day was:

"Doubt and division
Are signs
Of inner insecurity.""
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 4

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.

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.

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!

Poem for the day was:

"To love God in His own Way
We must go beyond desire-awards
And desire-rewards."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 5

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!

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!

It was a great running day. Many fresh runners, new people to see and the beautiful sun made the day.

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.

This day I had a professional recovery massage by Mario from Colombia. I felt renewed!

Poem for the day was:

"Do not try to fulfil the desires
Of each and every human being -
You are bound to fail.
Just fulfil God¥s only desire -
Your own perfection."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 6

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.

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.

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."

On the physical plane, I was swelling in general - feet, knees, ankles - but not really hurting.

Poem for the day was:

"God will come down
As your Saviour -
You just go on loving Him
All the time."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 7


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.

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.

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.

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.

Later this afternoon also I was running quite fast. Very nice experience.

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.

Poem for the day was:

"Each time I fulfil God
In His own Way,
God says to me:
'You will never be able to know
How dearly I treasure you'."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 8

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.

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!

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.

Poem for the day was:

"The inner world
Needs
The fragrance of peace."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 9

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!

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.

Poem for the day was:

"Only fearless messengers
Of God
Can work for the betterment
Of the world."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

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Day 10

On day 10, the race changed. There was no tension, just happiness. Pizza for dinner and my best day all in all.

The hard part was realizing that the race will be over. I would gladly go on a few days more.

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.

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.


Poem for the day was:

"The heart enjoys long strides
In the spiritual life
All the time."
- Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 50

 

Aftermath


finish---080.jpgBack home, I forget unimportant things in my day to day life. It is like a new simplicity and mental clarity has dawned. I worry less about unimportant matters and get more joy from each moment.

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.

I finished with 365 miles or 570km, good enough for last place. Next year I will try to use more intensity all-around.

Would I do it again? Absolutely, YES! It will be a hard wait until next April! One of the best experiences of my life.

 

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Of Heaven and Hell

On my last day of celebrations, I saw a play entitled 'Heaven and hell'. It was mainly an opportunity for jokes about getting into heaven or not. For example:

"… A lawyer was asked by Saint Peter what good deeds he had done on earth. The lawyer thought for a considerable time and remembered the occasion, several years ago, when he had given a quarter to an old blind man.

St Peter consulted with the angels for a while, and it was decided the lawyer would be refunded his 25 cents and sent over to hell...."

It was funnier if you can imagine Abakash dressed up as an old bearded Rabbi, delivering these words with great timing and aplomb.

After a series of droll jokes about St Peter, Pinnochio and being married to the devil's sister, the play also gave a more serious reminder of Guru's philosophy
of heaven and hell.

"…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 consciousness. In the perfection of the mind, in the peace of the mind, Heaven abides. In the frustration of the mind, in the depression of the mind, hell
lives. Every day we experience Heaven and hell in our lives. Frustration, depression, insecurity, worry, doubt, fear, anxiety and jealousy all make us
live in hell. Security, beauty, joy, peace, light and love all allow us to dwell in Heaven at every moment…"

Heaven and Hell at Sri Chinmoy Library

My flight home, that last evening, was delayed from 11pm to 5am. So I had an extra six hours in JFK airport, complete with loud cheesy elevator music,
unavoidable 24 hour news coverage and uncomfortable chairs not designed for sleeping on. If nothing else, I decided that if do make it to heaven, I really
hope it doesn't resemble JFK terminal 7 departure lounge…

Essentially heaven and hell is a state of mind, but, still, some places make it easier to be in a good consciousness than others, and airports are not one of
them!

If 14 years ago, someone had asked me where heaven on earth may be found, I would never have imagined Queens, New York would be anywhere near the top of my list. But, after 14 years of following Sri Chinmoy's path, I look forward to our spiritual celebrations as the highlight of the year.

As you approach Aspiration-Ground, apart from the odd tree in bloom, the environment is dominated by speeding cars, cheap and cheerful 99 cent stores,
and a predominance of concrete - (with no civilised cycle lanes I would want in my model city.) But, when you sit down to meditate in our sacred meeting place, the external location soon becomes irrelevant. Even fire engines sirens and the stream of traffic can't infiltrate the aura of peace and serenity which permeate the atmosphere. Even if your mind has its usual stream of useless thoughts, the beauty and sacredness of this divine environment bring your heart to the fore and gives that valuable sense of a spiritual connection - a spiritual feeling that can be all too easily lost in the maelstrom of ordinary life.

It is in places and times like this, that the pull of the world loses its appeal; what can really compare with the inner fulfilment and peace of
meditation?

Meditating at Aspiration Ground is like enjoying a downhill bike ride. There's some unseen force which gives a spiritual push to even the most un-cooperative
mind.

Back home in the UK, in salubrious surroundings, I sometimes struggle to be awake and alert early in the morning. But, here in NY, it seems almost
effortless to get up from 5am, and wander down to the court. 5- 6am is not quite 'Brahma muhurta' (3am), but it is undoubtedly special, the soft light of the
rising sun giving a wonderful backdrop to the inner silence. It is the perfect start to the day, a glimpse of heaven in uptown New York.

Sri Chinmoy's philosophy is to combine the peace of silence, with a purposeful dynamism. In this spirit, during celebrations, there was a Songs of the Soul
concert in Manhattan, with many music groups offering a soulful and joyful interpretation of Sri Chinmoy's music. I really enjoyed the concert, the music
of Sri Chinmoy has an undoubted capacity to uplift the spirit. In particular, it is worth mentioning the finale to the concert. A group of local New York
disciples, performing an arrangement of 'Twenty First Century' led by Paree. It was remarkable how well practised this diverse group of amateur musicians were.
The song soared and energised, finishing in a rousing and soulful finale. I don't think there was anyone in the audience unaffected by the infectious
dynamism and hope that the song, words and arrangement offered.

I'm not sure what heaven on earth looks like, but to see the general public streaming out of the concert hall with such inspiration and appreciation, must
be a start.

As I stayed to the end of celebrations, I was also able to see a 10 day race in progress for the first time. For many years, I've followed these epic endurance
races from the safe distance of a computer in a far away land. But, here was a chance to see the runners in motion.

Running continuously around a 1 mile circuit for 10 days on end, may not be the most obvious route to heaven. But, it was touching to be in direct connection
with this race, with such an unassuming intensity and energy. I'm sure the runners will have both glimpses of heaven, and moments of hell in their epic 10
days of transcendence.

Sri Chinmoy's philosophy was always about movement, dynamism and transcendence; to experience the highest, we can't just stand still. To the runners on their epic quest, I can only think of the immortal words from the Upanishads 'The soul cannot be won by the weakling.'

What is heaven and what is hell? I still don't really know. But, I would happily incur the inconvenience of waiting in an airport for six hours - in return for
those precious moments of peace.
~
April 2013

 

A real living Master

by Upasevanam and Mahanidhi
Milan, Italy

mahanidhi-e-upasevanam-small.jpgEverything 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.
 
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.

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.

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.

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.

"Hello. I took a Sri Chinmoy meditation class in Italy. I know that Sri Chinmoy might be there. Can we come there?"
"Come, Come!"
"But…is Sri Chinmoy there?"
"Come, Come!"  
Mantu would not tell us that Guru was not there; he wanted just to receive us.
"But when?"  
"Whenever you want!"

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!"

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

God, Truth, Beauty and Guru

by Sharani Robins
East Providence, United States

SharaniI 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

The perfect hobby

by Shirini Zöchling
Vienna, Austria

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…

I was a bank employee, but when I retired I started looking for a new hobby. I wasn’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 & Meditation. Even though I was raised Roman Catholic and felt close to Christ all my life, I went without any prejudice to this lecture.

There, I flipped through a book by Sri Chinmoy and thought: "These are words just like from the Bible." 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 – one hears quite a bit about sects and so on – but I never doubted for even a second that Sri Chinmoy is a true Master. It was clear to me. It was the perfect "hobby" – something I had unknowingly been looking for all my life.

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’t belong there, I am too old, I don’t speak English, and New York, where the Master lived, also seemed quite scary… 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’s.

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.

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: "Please lead me into my Guru’s heart." I felt Christ’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’s writings. The words and the ways of expression may be different, but the goal is the same.

I had never meditated before, so it was not easy for me in the beginning. For a long time, I felt that I didn’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.

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.

Personally, I value this path because Sri Chinmoy’s clear, simple and at the same time deep words help me tremendously to be able to live spirituality in today’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.

Every person following a spiritual path undergoes transformation. I changed a lot – to others’ 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 – 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 "hand over" all my problems.

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, "Do you become more tolerant as well?" 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.

'Impossible' – 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, "No, you can’t do this, you are too old, too weak", 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 – 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.

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.

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’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.