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  • doriscott20002000
    Hi Shane, Where did you get that hummor? You must be a happy person or how one of our participants in the 12 hour swim answered when he was asked what makes
    Message 1 of 24 , Mar 30, 2005
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      Hi Shane,

      Where did you get that hummor? You must be a happy person or how one
      of our participants in the 12 hour swim answered when he was asked
      what makes him always smile:" Happiness is suffering without
      complaining." I like that saying very much.

      My story? O.K.

      I saw a poster with many indian names on it (what was unusual at
      that time in East Germany.)It was announcing a concert.

      I went there with my friend. I expected to hear classical indian
      music. I almost cried out:"These are children's songs" and I was a
      bit puzzled.

      We attended a class and called the boys who would come from Munich
      each weekend: "The Whites were coming."

      Pramodan told us how difficult it was to find a spiritual master, it
      would be like searching for a needle in a heap. I thought, well,
      lucky boy.

      One day he offered me the possibility to become a disciple and- I
      was scared to death; O no, not me, this boy was so shining and I?
      No, I can't, the master will not accept someone like me.

      They left our city and I walked two days (with interruptions)through
      the forest and didn't know what to do.

      Suddenly it came to my mind that it could have become to late for me
      to give my picture.(Sri Chinmoy meditates on a picture and decides
      whether you are meant for his boat or not.)

      So I ran home, took a picture, wrote a note that I absolutely want
      to become a disciple, sent it to Munich and was praying that it was
      not to late for me.

      And - I became a disciple and I am very happy about it.

      It was exactly on an monday afternoon, that I felt a strong energy
      flowing through me. I had to sit down and somehow I knew I was
      accepted. I have to say at that time I was afraid of many tiny
      things I couldn't explain to myself. But when I felt this energy I
      was all peace and had a comfortable feeling.

      When the Whites from Munich came to our city and informed me about
      me acceptance of the master I just nodded and said:"I know."

      Pramodan was laughing.

      All gratitude

      Doris

      P.S. A master like Sri Chinmoy went through all the life experiences
      we human beings are going through here on earth and reached
      liberation and realisation through I don't how many incarnations of
      disciplined prayer, meditation and faith in God. When somebody
      reaches this high standard he can freely leave the earth and enjoy
      rest in heaven.

      Sri Chinmoy came back to earth only for one purpose: to help and
      guide us in our struggle for leading a higher and more fulfilling
      life. Today I am tearfully grateful to him.


      --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
      <no_reply@y...> wrote:
      >
      >
      >
      > hi niriha...
      >
      > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page that
      > everyone's talking about... :)
      >
      > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems sometimes
      > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so
      many
      > different ways to advance upon it, so many different circumstances
      > under which people have found it in the first place..." For
      example,
      > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like this:
      >
      > ************
      >
      > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
      >
      > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
      techniques.
      > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told
      myself to
      > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
      >
      > *************
      >
      > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web page,
      but
      > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think
      youll
      > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind in
      the
      > slightest. I think there are people who need something like that
      and
      > then there are others on whom the same experience would completely
      be
      > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
      outer
      > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured growth
      is
      > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
      >
      > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
      >
      > Shane
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
      > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
      > >
      > >
      > >
      > >
      > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant
      who
      > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
      > >
      > >
      > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
      > >
      > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
      > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
      four
      > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
      > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
      > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
      > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would
      pay
      > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
      to
      > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
      > > the truth!
      > >
      > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
      > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology –
      trying to
      > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
      > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
      > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
      > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
      the
      > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
      > >
      > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself
      and
      > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
      want to
      > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
      > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
      > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
      > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
      > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
      After
      > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
      job
      > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
      > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
      pastures.)
      > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
      least
      > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
      > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
      felt
      > > in my travels did not feel right.
      > >
      > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
      > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
      that I
      > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
      returned
      > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
      > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
      > >
      > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
      Francisco
      > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
      Chinmoy. He
      > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
      brother
      > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
      whereas
      > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
      well,
      > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
      him.
      > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
      > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
      not as
      > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
      > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
      > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
      brother is
      > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
      > > solo."
      > >
      > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
      > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
      to
      > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
      nervous
      > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
      had
      > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
      compassion. I
      > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
      > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
      > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
      > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream
      I
      > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
      course
      > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
      > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
      > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
      appeared
      > > before me.
      > >
      > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
      and
      > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
      there.
      > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
      > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
      the
      > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
      just
      > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
      > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
      > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
      > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as
      the
      > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
      music I
      > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
      > >
      > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
      anyone
      > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
      > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
      large
      > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
      > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I
      had
      > > been sitting so far back.
      > >
      > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
      one
      > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
      > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
      > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
      was
      > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
      > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
      prohibited
      > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
      directly
      > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my
      tears
      > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
      > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
      on
      > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
      step,
      > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if
      I
      > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
      > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
      > > feel capable of such a commitment.
      > >
      > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
      After
      > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
      > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
      Would
      > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
      for
      > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
      > >
      > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
      > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
      those
      > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
      said
      > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
      > >
      > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
      Sri
      > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
      > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
      for
      > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
      > > individually.
      > >
      > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy
      and
      > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to
      go
      > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
      of
      > > me.
      > >
      > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
      > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
      the
      > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
      > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation – only
      > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
      > > from the deepest part of myself.
      > >
      > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
      Sri
      > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
      seemingly
      > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
      Chinmoy.
      > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
      smile.
      > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
      that
      > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
      > >
      > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
      call
      > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
      Chinmoy's
      > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
      > >
      > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
      > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
      Please do
      > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over
      and
      > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
      Please
      > > know that I am not ready."
      > >
      > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
      > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
      student."
      > >
      > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
      > >
      > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
      some
      > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
      > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
      this
      > > after all?"
      > >
      > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master,
      and
      > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
      your
      > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
      God!
    • shane_dublincentre
      Hi Niriha, Before we start handing out the developed seeker accolades just yet, I think I should point out that it s much easier to take that step towards a
      Message 2 of 24 , Mar 31, 2005
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        Hi Niriha,

        Before we start handing out the 'developed seeker' accolades just yet,
        I think I should point out that it's much easier to take that step
        towards a spiritual life now than it was thirty years ago. The main
        reason is that there are far more people on Sri Chinmoy's path now
        than there was back then, and a seeker is able to meet with and make
        friends with people who have been meditating on the path for 10 or 20
        or 30 years and see the difference the spiritual life has wrought.
        It's as if you can say "Yup, that's me in 10, 20, 20 years. I like the
        sound of that." Also I think meditation has become a little more
        accepted (around here anyways, I don't know about your neck of the
        woods), even if only as a lifestyle accessory, the notion of a path
        and spiritual Teacher is still unheard of to most.

        I think it's also a lot easier to keep a steady keel - In the early
        days everyone was largely clueless as to what was expected on a
        spiritul path and more likely to do things detrimental to their
        spiritual wellbeing without even realising it, so Sri Chinmoy had to
        correct them more often than nowadays. I feel all you older students
        have taken these corrections on our behalf, and we have your advice
        and counsel to stop us making similar mistakes. Also of course the
        other reason I've so far kept my nose clean (at least not on the
        outward plane) is the spatial distance; you were under Guru's nose
        much of the time, whereas there's a fairly hefty ocean separating me
        from New York, and there's usually enough time for wiser heads in the
        Dublin Centre to rein in my excesses so Sri Chinmoy need not be
        troubled with them. :)

        The weightlifting was something that was on my mind when I wrote my
        original reply to you - I was in New York in November for the
        weightlifting anniversary and I was helping out a little bit with
        moving stuff around and getting to see everything from close quarters.
        A team of us were lugging around weights and statues and fishtanks
        and whatnot that Sri Chinmoy has just lifted, disassembling the
        lifting apparatus and seeing how simple it is in its construction;
        there is no way your mind can evade what Guru is doing here. And you
        stand there and realise Sri Chinmoy is trying to tell you something
        through this lifting, trying to tell the world something but primarily
        his students because they're better equipped to listen....I was
        telling a friend of mine about the weightlifting who meditates under
        the guidance of a Tibetan Buddhist Master, a path with a bigger
        emphasis on concrete transmissable teachings than ours: "Dont you
        understand? He's teaching you that you can lift elephants; for
        Chrissake, he's teaching you how to lift elephants. That there's the
        teaching.", he exclaimed, striking one hand forcefully on another to
        emphasize the 'that'. And standing there amidst all the weights, it
        was indeed as if a tiny window opened up inside me through which
        understanding struggled its way through...

        Still another part of me remained rigid, refused to be shocked,
        amazed, awed. And I was annoyed. Sri Chinmoy puts himself through so
        much to lift those weights, I remember reading that after one
        weightlifting performance he couldnt even walk afterwards; in a
        perfect world he should only have to go through all that pain once for
        me to fully "get it". I was thinking about this when I wrote my reply
        to you, Niriha, I was thinking that one might wish for dramatic
        experiences but along comes one in the slightly more earthly guise of
        weightlifting and much of it is lost on me. Thankfully, Sri Chinmoy
        never stops trying to ensure that we will indeed one day "get it"...

        Colm won't be coming this time, unfortunately. However he's turned
        himself into a bit of a media star recently, so I might have a few
        tapes to show you :)

        Shane


        --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
        <no_reply@y...> wrote:
        >
        > Now see Shane, that is the difference between a developed seeker and
        > an immature one. You were consciously looking for self-improvement -
        > for more meditation techniques whereas I did not have the discipline
        > to even meditate except on rare occasions though I thought of it
        > often and a friend had shown me an easy and effective beginner¡¦s
        > technique. (See your influence? That was a long sentence). And
        > what¡¦s more, when given the chance, I tried to beg off. The point of
        > my story of course is how powerfully and compassionately the divine
        > energy can work in us and how an enlightened spiritual master can
        > work with all levels of development. You did not give Guru a lot of
        > trouble. Well, at least not in the beginning. ļ
        >
        > This path does seem to be many paths in one. I often say that it is
        > possible to see a sampling of the world in Sri Chinmoy¡¦s students.
        > Also, we have only to look at the multifarious fields that he has
        > manifested his divinity in and through to understand that his path
        > would naturally attract all kinds. One of the best examples of this
        > that has always intrigued me is in the area of weightlifting. I am
        > so amused and touched when I see these large sized guys wanting to
        > have a photo with Guru and putting a large, muscular arm around
        > Guru's shoulder. The visuals are made even more striking because the
        > audience has just witnessed that Sri Chinmoy who is diminutive in
        > size compared to these men, just lifted these ¡§giants¡¨. With such
        > pride and affection they stand there with him. I hold my breath
        > however when they decide to give Guru a hug.
        >
        > If Colm comes for celebrations, please introduce him to me. Niriha
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
        > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
        > >
        > >
        > >
        > > hi niriha...
        > >
        > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page that
        > > everyone's talking about... :)
        > >
        > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems sometimes
        > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so many
        > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different circumstances
        > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For example,
        > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like this:
        > >
        > > ************
        > >
        > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
        > >
        > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
        > techniques.
        > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told myself
        > to
        > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
        > >
        > > *************
        > >
        > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web page, but
        > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think youll
        > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind in
        > the
        > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like that and
        > > then there are others on whom the same experience would completely
        > be
        > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
        > outer
        > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured growth
        > is
        > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
        > >
        > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
        > >
        > > Shane
        > >
        > >
        > >
        > >
        > >
        > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
        > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
        > > >
        > > >
        > > >
        > > >
        > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant who
        > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
        > > >
        > > >
        > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
        > > >
        > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
        > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
        > four
        > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
        > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
        > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
        > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would pay
        > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
        > to
        > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
        > > > the truth!
        > > >
        > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
        > > > what I intended to study in graduate school ¡V psychology ¡V trying
        > to
        > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
        > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
        > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
        > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
        > the
        > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
        > > >
        > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself and
        > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not want
        > to
        > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
        > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
        > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
        > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
        > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
        > After
        > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
        > job
        > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
        > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener pastures.)
        > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school ¡V at
        > least
        > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
        > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
        > felt
        > > > in my travels did not feel right.
        > > >
        > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
        > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling that
        > I
        > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I returned
        > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
        > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
        > > >
        > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San Francisco
        > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri Chinmoy.
        > He
        > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
        > brother
        > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
        > whereas
        > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
        > well,
        > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
        > him.
        > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
        > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was not
        > as
        > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
        > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
        > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my brother
        > is
        > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
        > > > solo."
        > > >
        > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
        > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
        > to
        > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very nervous
        > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
        > had
        > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep compassion.
        > I
        > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
        > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
        > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
        > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream I
        > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" ¡V "it" of
        > course
        > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
        > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
        > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had appeared
        > > > before me.
        > > >
        > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
        > and
        > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
        > there.
        > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
        > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
        > the
        > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
        > just
        > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
        > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
        > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
        > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as the
        > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the music
        > I
        > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
        > > >
        > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
        > anyone
        > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
        > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
        > large
        > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
        > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I had
        > > > been sitting so far back.
        > > >
        > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
        > one
        > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
        > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
        > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
        > was
        > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
        > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint prohibited
        > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
        > directly
        > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly ¡V not because of my tears
        > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
        > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
        > on
        > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
        > step,
        > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if I
        > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
        > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
        > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
        > > >
        > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
        > After
        > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
        > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students. Would
        > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
        > for
        > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
        > > >
        > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
        > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
        > those
        > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
        > said
        > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
        > > >
        > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
        > Sri
        > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
        > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
        > for
        > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
        > > > individually.
        > > >
        > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy and
        > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to go
        > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
        > of
        > > > me.
        > > >
        > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
        > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
        > the
        > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
        > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation ¡V only
        > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
        > > > from the deepest part of myself.
        > > >
        > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
        > Sri
        > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was seemingly
        > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri Chinmoy.
        > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful smile.
        > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing that
        > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
        > > >
        > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
        > call
        > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
        > Chinmoy's
        > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
        > > >
        > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
        > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready. Please
        > do
        > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over and
        > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me Please
        > > > know that I am not ready."
        > > >
        > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
        > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
        > student."
        > > >
        > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
        > > >
        > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with some
        > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
        > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do this
        > > > after all?"
        > > >
        > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master, and
        > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
        > your
        > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
        > God!
      • colmbolmcolm
        Hi Niriha, I don t think I can better any of the compliments of your wonderful story. All I can say is that I thoroughly enjoyed it! Oh and you definately win
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          Hi Niriha,

          I don't think I can better any of the compliments of your wonderful
          story. All I can say is that I thoroughly enjoyed it! Oh and you
          definately win the prize for best statement of the week:
          "You did not give Guru a lot of trouble. Well, at least not in the
          beginning."
          ...I'm still chuckling to myself!

          P.S. I unfortunately won't be over for celebrations but hopefully
          will be over before the end of the year.
          -=>Colm.




          --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
          <no_reply@y...> wrote:
          >
          >
          >
          > Now see Shane, that is the difference between a developed seeker
          and
          > an immature one. You were consciously looking for self-
          improvement -
          > for more meditation techniques whereas I did not have the
          discipline
          > to even meditate except on rare occasions though I thought of it
          > often and a friend had shown me an easy and effective
          beginner¡¦s
          > technique. (See your influence? That was a long sentence). And
          > what¡¦s more, when given the chance, I tried to beg off. The
          point of
          > my story of course is how powerfully and compassionately the
          divine
          > energy can work in us and how an enlightened spiritual master can
          > work with all levels of development. You did not give Guru a lot
          of
          > trouble. Well, at least not in the beginning. ļ
          >
          > This path does seem to be many paths in one. I often say that it
          is
          > possible to see a sampling of the world in Sri Chinmoy¡¦s
          students.
          > Also, we have only to look at the multifarious fields that he has
          > manifested his divinity in and through to understand that his path
          > would naturally attract all kinds. One of the best examples of
          this
          > that has always intrigued me is in the area of weightlifting. I
          am
          > so amused and touched when I see these large sized guys wanting to
          > have a photo with Guru and putting a large, muscular arm around
          > Guru's shoulder. The visuals are made even more striking because
          the
          > audience has just witnessed that Sri Chinmoy who is diminutive in
          > size compared to these men, just lifted these ¡§giants¡¨.
          With
          such
          > pride and affection they stand there with him. I hold my breath
          > however when they decide to give Guru a hug.
          >
          > If Colm comes for celebrations, please introduce him to me. Niriha
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >
          > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
          > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
          > >
          > >
          > >
          > > hi niriha...
          > >
          > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page
          that
          > > everyone's talking about... :)
          > >
          > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems
          sometimes
          > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so
          many
          > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different
          circumstances
          > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For
          example,
          > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like this:
          > >
          > > ************
          > >
          > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
          > >
          > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
          > techniques.
          > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told
          myself
          > to
          > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
          > >
          > > *************
          > >
          > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web page,
          but
          > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think
          youll
          > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind
          in
          > the
          > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like that
          and
          > > then there are others on whom the same experience would
          completely
          > be
          > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
          > outer
          > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured
          growth
          > is
          > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
          > >
          > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
          > >
          > > Shane
          > >
          > >
          > >
          > >
          > >
          > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
          > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
          > > >
          > > >
          > > >
          > > >
          > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant
          who
          > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
          > > >
          > > >
          > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
          > > >
          > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
          > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on
          a
          > four
          > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of
          Russian
          > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who
          was
          > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
          > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would
          pay
          > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for
          her
          > to
          > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that
          is
          > > > the truth!
          > > >
          > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related
          to
          > > > what I intended to study in graduate school ¡V psychology
          ¡V
          trying
          > to
          > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted
          to
          > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
          > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
          > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued
          at
          > the
          > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
          > > >
          > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself
          and
          > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
          want
          > to
          > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
          > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I
          had
          > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
          > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
          > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
          > After
          > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in
          the
          > job
          > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the
          department
          > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
          pastures.)
          > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school ¡V
          at
          > least
          > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic
          setting
          > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
          > felt
          > > > in my travels did not feel right.
          > > >
          > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
          > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
          that
          > I
          > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
          returned
          > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on
          the
          > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
          > > >
          > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
          Francisco
          > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
          Chinmoy.
          > He
          > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
          > brother
          > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
          > whereas
          > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
          > well,
          > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy
          for
          > him.
          > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
          > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
          not
          > as
          > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these
          two
          > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
          > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
          brother
          > is
          > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
          > > > solo."
          > > >
          > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
          > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I
          was
          > to
          > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
          nervous
          > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom
          I
          > had
          > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
          compassion.
          > I
          > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto
          the
          > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
          > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was
          being
          > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the
          dream I
          > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" ¡V "it"
          of
          > course
          > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present
          in
          > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time,
          I
          > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
          appeared
          > > > before me.
          > > >
          > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San
          Francisco
          > and
          > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
          > there.
          > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
          > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time
          of
          > the
          > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
          > just
          > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
          > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
          > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the
          venue. I
          > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as
          the
          > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
          music
          > I
          > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
          > > >
          > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
          > anyone
          > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri
          Chinmoy. I
          > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
          > large
          > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate
          with
          > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I
          had
          > > > been sitting so far back.
          > > >
          > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He
          meditated
          > one
          > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
          > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known
          me
          > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though
          I
          > was
          > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
          > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
          prohibited
          > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
          > directly
          > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly ¡V not because of
          my
          tears
          > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
          > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was
          meditating
          > on
          > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
          > step,
          > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that
          if I
          > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a
          decision
          > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way
          did I
          > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
          > > >
          > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
          > After
          > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy
          will
          > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
          Would
          > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him
          silently
          > for
          > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
          > > >
          > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like
          to
          > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
          > those
          > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him
          and
          > said
          > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
          > > >
          > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate
          with
          > Sri
          > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
          > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more
          suitable
          > for
          > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
          > > > individually.
          > > >
          > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy
          and
          > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had
          to go
          > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed
          inside
          > of
          > > > me.
          > > >
          > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
          > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar
          to
          > the
          > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
          > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation
          ¡V
          only
          > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was
          coming
          > > > from the deepest part of myself.
          > > >
          > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation
          with
          > Sri
          > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
          seemingly
          > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
          Chinmoy.
          > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
          smile.
          > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
          that
          > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
          > > >
          > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a
          phone
          > call
          > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
          > Chinmoy's
          > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
          > > >
          > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
          > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
          Please
          > do
          > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over
          and
          > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
          Please
          > > > know that I am not ready."
          > > >
          > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good
          morning. I
          > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
          > student."
          > > >
          > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
          > > >
          > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
          some
          > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just
          say
          > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
          this
          > > > after all?"
          > > >
          > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master,
          and
          > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very
          existence,
          > your
          > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
          > God!
        • shane_dublincentre
          Dear Doris, Now, that s a story... The humour - sometimes it s from just being happy, other times it s a coping mechanism. My line of work (I m doing a
          Message 4 of 24 , Apr 2, 2005
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            Dear Doris,

            Now, that's a story...

            The humour - sometimes it's from just being happy, other times it's a
            coping mechanism. My line of work (I'm doing a research PhD in physics
            which is rapidly turning into a disaster of the first magnitude) tends
            to make my life a little more complicated and confusional than it
            should be, so sometimes I need an outlet valve...

            Shane


            --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, doriscott20002000
            <no_reply@y...> wrote:
            >
            >
            >
            > Hi Shane,
            >
            > Where did you get that hummor? You must be a happy person or how one
            > of our participants in the 12 hour swim answered when he was asked
            > what makes him always smile:" Happiness is suffering without
            > complaining." I like that saying very much.
            >
            > My story? O.K.
            >
            > I saw a poster with many indian names on it (what was unusual at
            > that time in East Germany.)It was announcing a concert.
            >
            > I went there with my friend. I expected to hear classical indian
            > music. I almost cried out:"These are children's songs" and I was a
            > bit puzzled.
            >
            > We attended a class and called the boys who would come from Munich
            > each weekend: "The Whites were coming."
            >
            > Pramodan told us how difficult it was to find a spiritual master, it
            > would be like searching for a needle in a heap. I thought, well,
            > lucky boy.
            >
            > One day he offered me the possibility to become a disciple and- I
            > was scared to death; O no, not me, this boy was so shining and I?
            > No, I can't, the master will not accept someone like me.
            >
            > They left our city and I walked two days (with interruptions)through
            > the forest and didn't know what to do.
            >
            > Suddenly it came to my mind that it could have become to late for me
            > to give my picture.(Sri Chinmoy meditates on a picture and decides
            > whether you are meant for his boat or not.)
            >
            > So I ran home, took a picture, wrote a note that I absolutely want
            > to become a disciple, sent it to Munich and was praying that it was
            > not to late for me.
            >
            > And - I became a disciple and I am very happy about it.
            >
            > It was exactly on an monday afternoon, that I felt a strong energy
            > flowing through me. I had to sit down and somehow I knew I was
            > accepted. I have to say at that time I was afraid of many tiny
            > things I couldn't explain to myself. But when I felt this energy I
            > was all peace and had a comfortable feeling.
            >
            > When the Whites from Munich came to our city and informed me about
            > me acceptance of the master I just nodded and said:"I know."
            >
            > Pramodan was laughing.
            >
            > All gratitude
            >
            > Doris
            >
            > P.S. A master like Sri Chinmoy went through all the life experiences
            > we human beings are going through here on earth and reached
            > liberation and realisation through I don't how many incarnations of
            > disciplined prayer, meditation and faith in God. When somebody
            > reaches this high standard he can freely leave the earth and enjoy
            > rest in heaven.
            >
            > Sri Chinmoy came back to earth only for one purpose: to help and
            > guide us in our struggle for leading a higher and more fulfilling
            > life. Today I am tearfully grateful to him.
            >
            >
            > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
            > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
            > >
            > >
            > >
            > > hi niriha...
            > >
            > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page that
            > > everyone's talking about... :)
            > >
            > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems sometimes
            > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so
            > many
            > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different circumstances
            > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For
            > example,
            > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like this:
            > >
            > > ************
            > >
            > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
            > >
            > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
            > techniques.
            > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told
            > myself to
            > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
            > >
            > > *************
            > >
            > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web page,
            > but
            > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think
            > youll
            > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind in
            > the
            > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like that
            > and
            > > then there are others on whom the same experience would completely
            > be
            > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
            > outer
            > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured growth
            > is
            > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
            > >
            > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
            > >
            > > Shane
            > >
            > >
            > >
            > >
            > >
            > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
            > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
            > > >
            > > >
            > > >
            > > >
            > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant
            > who
            > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
            > > >
            > > >
            > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
            > > >
            > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
            > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
            > four
            > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
            > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
            > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
            > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would
            > pay
            > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
            > to
            > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
            > > > the truth!
            > > >
            > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
            > > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology –
            > trying to
            > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
            > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
            > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
            > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
            > the
            > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
            > > >
            > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself
            > and
            > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
            > want to
            > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
            > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
            > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
            > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
            > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
            > After
            > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
            > job
            > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
            > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
            > pastures.)
            > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
            > least
            > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
            > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
            > felt
            > > > in my travels did not feel right.
            > > >
            > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
            > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
            > that I
            > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
            > returned
            > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
            > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
            > > >
            > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
            > Francisco
            > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
            > Chinmoy. He
            > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
            > brother
            > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
            > whereas
            > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
            > well,
            > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
            > him.
            > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
            > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
            > not as
            > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
            > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
            > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
            > brother is
            > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
            > > > solo."
            > > >
            > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
            > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
            > to
            > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
            > nervous
            > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
            > had
            > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
            > compassion. I
            > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
            > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
            > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
            > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream
            > I
            > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
            > course
            > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
            > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
            > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
            > appeared
            > > > before me.
            > > >
            > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
            > and
            > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
            > there.
            > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
            > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
            > the
            > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
            > just
            > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
            > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
            > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
            > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as
            > the
            > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
            > music I
            > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
            > > >
            > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
            > anyone
            > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
            > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
            > large
            > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
            > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I
            > had
            > > > been sitting so far back.
            > > >
            > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
            > one
            > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
            > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
            > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
            > was
            > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
            > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
            > prohibited
            > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
            > directly
            > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my
            > tears
            > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
            > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
            > on
            > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
            > step,
            > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if
            > I
            > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
            > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
            > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
            > > >
            > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
            > After
            > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
            > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
            > Would
            > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
            > for
            > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
            > > >
            > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
            > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
            > those
            > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
            > said
            > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
            > > >
            > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
            > Sri
            > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
            > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
            > for
            > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
            > > > individually.
            > > >
            > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy
            > and
            > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to
            > go
            > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
            > of
            > > > me.
            > > >
            > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
            > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
            > the
            > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
            > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation – only
            > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
            > > > from the deepest part of myself.
            > > >
            > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
            > Sri
            > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
            > seemingly
            > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
            > Chinmoy.
            > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
            > smile.
            > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
            > that
            > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
            > > >
            > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
            > call
            > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
            > Chinmoy's
            > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
            > > >
            > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
            > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
            > Please do
            > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over
            > and
            > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
            > Please
            > > > know that I am not ready."
            > > >
            > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
            > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
            > student."
            > > >
            > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
            > > >
            > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
            > some
            > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
            > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
            > this
            > > > after all?"
            > > >
            > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master,
            > and
            > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
            > your
            > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
            > God!
          • niriha7
            Smarana, You have hit on what I feel is the point of the story - how the higher force works in and through our lives. Sri Chinmoy has stated that when we reach
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              Smarana, You have hit on what I feel is the point of the story - how
              the higher force works in and through our lives.

              Sri Chinmoy has stated that when we reach our goal, we will clearly
              see and feel that everything was done for us 100%. In other words,
              not even 1% was our own effort. Certainly, the story of how I came
              to Sri Chinmoy's path is indicitive of that truth. Niriha









              --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, smarana31
              <no_reply@y...> wrote:
              >
              >
              >
              > Thank you Niriha for this inspiring post.
              > It makes one really tangibly feel, the guidance of the higher force.
              > Smarana
              >
              > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
              > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
              > >
              > >
              > >
              > >
              > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant who
              > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
              > >
              > >
              > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
              > >
              > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
              > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
              > four
              > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
              > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
              > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
              > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would pay
              > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
              to
              > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
              > > the truth!
              > >
              > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
              > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology – trying
              > to
              > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
              > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
              > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
              > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
              the
              > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
              > >
              > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself and
              > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not want
              > to
              > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
              > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
              > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
              > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
              > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
              > After
              > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
              job
              > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
              > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener pastures.)
              > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
              > least
              > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
              > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
              felt
              > > in my travels did not feel right.
              > >
              > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
              > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling that
              I
              > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I returned
              > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
              > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
              > >
              > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San Francisco
              > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri Chinmoy.
              > He
              > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
              brother
              > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
              > whereas
              > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
              well,
              > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
              > him.
              > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
              > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was not
              > as
              > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
              > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
              > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my brother
              > is
              > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
              > > solo."
              > >
              > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
              > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
              to
              > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very nervous
              > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
              had
              > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep compassion.
              I
              > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
              > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
              > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
              > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream I
              > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
              course
              > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
              > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
              > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had appeared
              > > before me.
              > >
              > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
              and
              > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
              there.
              > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
              > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
              > the
              > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
              just
              > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
              > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
              > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
              > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as the
              > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the music
              I
              > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
              > >
              > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
              anyone
              > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
              > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
              > large
              > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
              > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I had
              > > been sitting so far back.
              > >
              > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
              one
              > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
              > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
              > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
              > was
              > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
              > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint prohibited
              > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
              > directly
              > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my tears
              > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
              > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
              on
              > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
              > step,
              > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if I
              > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
              > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
              > > feel capable of such a commitment.
              > >
              > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
              > After
              > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
              > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students. Would
              > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
              > for
              > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
              > >
              > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
              > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
              > those
              > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
              > said
              > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
              > >
              > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
              > Sri
              > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
              > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
              > for
              > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
              > > individually.
              > >
              > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy and
              > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to go
              > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
              of
              > > me.
              > >
              > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
              > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
              > the
              > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
              > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation – only
              > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
              > > from the deepest part of myself.
              > >
              > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
              > Sri
              > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was seemingly
              > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri Chinmoy.
              > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful smile.
              > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing that
              > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
              > >
              > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
              > call
              > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
              Chinmoy's
              > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
              > >
              > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
              > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready. Please
              > do
              > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over and
              > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me Please
              > > know that I am not ready."
              > >
              > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
              > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
              student."
              > >
              > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
              > >
              > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with some
              > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
              > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do this
              > > after all?"
              > >
              > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master, and
              > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
              > your
              > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
              God!
            • niriha7
              Hi Alex, your use of the word history evoked a smile, because in two weeks it will have been thirty-one years since the evening I wrote about took place. I am
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                Hi Alex, your use of the word history evoked a smile, because in two
                weeks it will have been thirty-one years since the evening I wrote
                about took place.

                I am happy that you received inspiration from my telling of this
                story. I also received some criticism that it was too personal. :-)
                Such is life. Niriha

                PS The trip to Russia that I referred to in the story, took place in
                1971. I went to Moscow, Vladamir (outside of Moscow), St.Petersburg
                (Leningrad at that time), Tiblisi, Kiev, Tash Kent and Samarkand. Our
                small group of 14 persons took a trip into the Caucasus mountains and
                heard the Georgian National Singers. As I was listening to them, I
                was deeply moved. I remember it to this day and I still have a
                recording of their singing.










                --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, alex_syberia
                <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                >
                > Dear Niriha,
                >
                > Thanks for your inspiring story! It is very fine history.
                >
                > Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude.
                >
                > Alex (Siberia).
                >
                > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                > >
                > >
                > >
                > >
                > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant who
                > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                > >
                > >
                > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                > >
                > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
                four
                > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
                > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
                > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would pay
                > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
                to
                > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
                > > the truth!
                > >
                > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
                > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology – trying
                to
                > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
                > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
                the
                > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                > >
                > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself and
                > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not want
                to
                > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
                > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
                > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
                After
                > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
                job
                > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
                > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener pastures.)
                > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
                least
                > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
                > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
                felt
                > > in my travels did not feel right.
                > >
                > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling that
                I
                > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I returned
                > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
                > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                > >
                > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San Francisco
                > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri Chinmoy.
                He
                > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                brother
                > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                whereas
                > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                well,
                > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
                him.
                > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was not
                as
                > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
                > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my brother
                is
                > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
                > > solo."
                > >
                > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
                to
                > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very nervous
                > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
                had
                > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep compassion.
                I
                > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
                > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
                > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream I
                > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
                course
                > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
                > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
                > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had appeared
                > > before me.
                > >
                > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
                and
                > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                there.
                > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
                > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
                the
                > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
                just
                > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
                > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
                > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as the
                > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the music
                I
                > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                > >
                > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                anyone
                > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
                > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
                large
                > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
                > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I had
                > > been sitting so far back.
                > >
                > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
                one
                > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
                > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
                was
                > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
                > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint prohibited
                > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                directly
                > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my tears
                > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
                on
                > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
                step,
                > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if I
                > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
                > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
                > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                > >
                > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
                After
                > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
                > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students. Would
                > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
                for
                > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                > >
                > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
                > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
                those
                > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
                said
                > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                > >
                > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
                Sri
                > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
                > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
                for
                > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                > > individually.
                > >
                > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy and
                > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to go
                > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
                of
                > > me.
                > >
                > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
                the
                > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation – only
                > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
                > > from the deepest part of myself.
                > >
                > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
                Sri
                > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was seemingly
                > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri Chinmoy.
                > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful smile.
                > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing that
                > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                > >
                > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
                call
                > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                Chinmoy's
                > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                > >
                > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready. Please
                do
                > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over and
                > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me Please
                > > know that I am not ready."
                > >
                > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
                > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                student."
                > >
                > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                > >
                > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with some
                > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
                > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do this
                > > after all?"
                > >
                > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master, and
                > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
                your
                > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
                God!
              • morrisklein27
                Dear Doris, I have always admired you for offering your interesting stories and funny (if sometimes quirky) insights on this forum in very readable,
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                  Dear Doris,

                  I have always admired you for offering your interesting stories and
                  funny (if sometimes quirky) insights on this forum in very readable,
                  comprehensible English.

                  Please continue to offer your charmingly inspring articles!


                  Sincerely,



                  Morris



                  --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
                  <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                  >
                  >
                  > Dear Doris,
                  >
                  > Now, that's a story...
                  >
                  > The humour - sometimes it's from just being happy, other times it's
                  a
                  > coping mechanism. My line of work (I'm doing a research PhD in
                  physics
                  > which is rapidly turning into a disaster of the first magnitude)
                  tends
                  > to make my life a little more complicated and confusional than it
                  > should be, so sometimes I need an outlet valve...
                  >
                  > Shane
                  >
                  >
                  > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, doriscott20002000
                  > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                  > >
                  > >
                  > >
                  > > Hi Shane,
                  > >
                  > > Where did you get that hummor? You must be a happy person or how
                  one
                  > > of our participants in the 12 hour swim answered when he was
                  asked
                  > > what makes him always smile:" Happiness is suffering without
                  > > complaining." I like that saying very much.
                  > >
                  > > My story? O.K.
                  > >
                  > > I saw a poster with many indian names on it (what was unusual at
                  > > that time in East Germany.)It was announcing a concert.
                  > >
                  > > I went there with my friend. I expected to hear classical indian
                  > > music. I almost cried out:"These are children's songs" and I was
                  a
                  > > bit puzzled.
                  > >
                  > > We attended a class and called the boys who would come from
                  Munich
                  > > each weekend: "The Whites were coming."
                  > >
                  > > Pramodan told us how difficult it was to find a spiritual master,
                  it
                  > > would be like searching for a needle in a heap. I thought, well,
                  > > lucky boy.
                  > >
                  > > One day he offered me the possibility to become a disciple and- I
                  > > was scared to death; O no, not me, this boy was so shining and I?
                  > > No, I can't, the master will not accept someone like me.
                  > >
                  > > They left our city and I walked two days (with interruptions)
                  through
                  > > the forest and didn't know what to do.
                  > >
                  > > Suddenly it came to my mind that it could have become to late for
                  me
                  > > to give my picture.(Sri Chinmoy meditates on a picture and
                  decides
                  > > whether you are meant for his boat or not.)
                  > >
                  > > So I ran home, took a picture, wrote a note that I absolutely
                  want
                  > > to become a disciple, sent it to Munich and was praying that it
                  was
                  > > not to late for me.
                  > >
                  > > And - I became a disciple and I am very happy about it.
                  > >
                  > > It was exactly on an monday afternoon, that I felt a strong
                  energy
                  > > flowing through me. I had to sit down and somehow I knew I was
                  > > accepted. I have to say at that time I was afraid of many tiny
                  > > things I couldn't explain to myself. But when I felt this energy
                  I
                  > > was all peace and had a comfortable feeling.
                  > >
                  > > When the Whites from Munich came to our city and informed me
                  about
                  > > me acceptance of the master I just nodded and said:"I know."
                  > >
                  > > Pramodan was laughing.
                  > >
                  > > All gratitude
                  > >
                  > > Doris
                  > >
                  > > P.S. A master like Sri Chinmoy went through all the life
                  experiences
                  > > we human beings are going through here on earth and reached
                  > > liberation and realisation through I don't how many incarnations
                  of
                  > > disciplined prayer, meditation and faith in God. When somebody
                  > > reaches this high standard he can freely leave the earth and
                  enjoy
                  > > rest in heaven.
                  > >
                  > > Sri Chinmoy came back to earth only for one purpose: to help and
                  > > guide us in our struggle for leading a higher and more fulfilling
                  > > life. Today I am tearfully grateful to him.
                  > >
                  > >
                  > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com,
                  shane_dublincentre
                  > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > > hi niriha...
                  > > >
                  > > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page
                  that
                  > > > everyone's talking about... :)
                  > > >
                  > > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems
                  sometimes
                  > > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so
                  > > many
                  > > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different
                  circumstances
                  > > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For
                  > > example,
                  > > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like
                  this:
                  > > >
                  > > > ************
                  > > >
                  > > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
                  > > >
                  > > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
                  > > techniques.
                  > > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told
                  > > myself to
                  > > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
                  > > >
                  > > > *************
                  > > >
                  > > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web
                  page,
                  > > but
                  > > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think
                  > > youll
                  > > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind
                  in
                  > > the
                  > > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like
                  that
                  > > and
                  > > > then there are others on whom the same experience would
                  completely
                  > > be
                  > > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
                  > > outer
                  > > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured
                  growth
                  > > is
                  > > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
                  > > >
                  > > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
                  > > >
                  > > > Shane
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > >
                  > > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                  > > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                  > > > >
                  > > > >
                  > > > >
                  > > > >
                  > > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or
                  aspirant
                  > > who
                  > > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                  > > > >
                  > > > >
                  > > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                  > > > >
                  > > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                  > > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on
                  a
                  > > four
                  > > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of
                  Russian
                  > > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who
                  was
                  > > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                  > > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She
                  would
                  > > pay
                  > > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for
                  her
                  > > to
                  > > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and
                  that is
                  > > > > the truth!
                  > > > >
                  > > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field
                  related to
                  > > > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology –
                  > > trying to
                  > > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I
                  wanted to
                  > > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                  > > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                  > > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued
                  at
                  > > the
                  > > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by
                  myself
                  > > and
                  > > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
                  > > want to
                  > > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                  > > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I
                  had
                  > > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was
                  a
                  > > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                  > > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not
                  available.
                  > > After
                  > > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in
                  the
                  > > job
                  > > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the
                  department
                  > > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
                  > > pastures.)
                  > > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school –
                  at
                  > > least
                  > > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic
                  setting
                  > > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom
                  I
                  > > felt
                  > > > > in my travels did not feel right.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                  > > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
                  > > that I
                  > > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
                  > > returned
                  > > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on
                  the
                  > > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
                  > > Francisco
                  > > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
                  > > Chinmoy. He
                  > > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                  > > brother
                  > > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                  > > whereas
                  > > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                  > > well,
                  > > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy
                  for
                  > > him.
                  > > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                  > > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
                  > > not as
                  > > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these
                  two
                  > > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                  > > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
                  > > brother is
                  > > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom
                  with "flying
                  > > > > solo."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                  > > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I
                  was
                  > > to
                  > > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
                  > > nervous
                  > > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom
                  I
                  > > had
                  > > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
                  > > compassion. I
                  > > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto
                  the
                  > > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                  > > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was
                  being
                  > > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the
                  dream
                  > > I
                  > > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
                  > > course
                  > > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not
                  present in
                  > > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first
                  time, I
                  > > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
                  > > appeared
                  > > > > before me.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San
                  Francisco
                  > > and
                  > > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                  > > there.
                  > > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so
                  tired
                  > > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time
                  of
                  > > the
                  > > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of
                  energy
                  > > just
                  > > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For
                  some
                  > > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                  > > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the
                  venue. I
                  > > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row
                  as
                  > > the
                  > > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
                  > > music I
                  > > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                  > > anyone
                  > > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri
                  Chinmoy. I
                  > > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in
                  a
                  > > large
                  > > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate
                  with
                  > > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since
                  I
                  > > had
                  > > > > been sitting so far back.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He
                  meditated
                  > > one
                  > > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                  > > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had
                  known me
                  > > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as
                  though I
                  > > was
                  > > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and
                  spontaneously
                  > > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
                  > > prohibited
                  > > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                  > > directly
                  > > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my
                  > > tears
                  > > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                  > > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was
                  meditating
                  > > on
                  > > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take
                  this
                  > > step,
                  > > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that
                  if
                  > > I
                  > > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a
                  decision
                  > > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way
                  did I
                  > > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my
                  brother.
                  > > After
                  > > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy
                  will
                  > > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
                  > > Would
                  > > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him
                  silently
                  > > for
                  > > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would
                  like to
                  > > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy
                  and
                  > > those
                  > > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him
                  and
                  > > said
                  > > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate
                  with
                  > > Sri
                  > > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one
                  is
                  > > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more
                  suitable
                  > > for
                  > > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                  > > > > individually.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri
                  Chinmoy
                  > > and
                  > > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had
                  to
                  > > go
                  > > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed
                  inside
                  > > of
                  > > > > me.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                  > > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar
                  to
                  > > the
                  > > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                  > > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation –
                  only
                  > > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was
                  coming
                  > > > > from the deepest part of myself.
                  > > > >
                  > > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation
                  with
                  > > Sri
                  > > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
                  > > seemingly
                  > > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
                  > > Chinmoy.
                  > > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
                  > > smile.
                  > > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
                  > > that
                  > > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                  > > > >
                  > > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a
                  phone
                  > > call
                  > > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                  > > Chinmoy's
                  > > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                  > > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
                  > > Please do
                  > > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and
                  over
                  > > and
                  > > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
                  > > Please
                  > > > > know that I am not ready."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good
                  morning. I
                  > > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                  > > student."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                  > > > >
                  > > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
                  > > some
                  > > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just
                  say
                  > > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
                  > > this
                  > > > > after all?"
                  > > > >
                  > > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual
                  master,
                  > > and
                  > > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very
                  existence,
                  > > your
                  > > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself."
                  Thank
                  > > God!
                • sare_bear2713
                  ... I loved reading your story Niriha. It is not too personal. It is very inspiring for us and an honest account of Sri Chinmoy s compassion. I laughed at the
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                    --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                    <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                    >
                    I loved reading your story Niriha. It is not too personal. It is
                    very inspiring for us and an honest account of Sri Chinmoy's
                    compassion.
                    I laughed at the inner 'argument' that you had before receiving
                    the 'acceptance' phone call. (I often am amazed at how my own mind
                    can verbalise a similar kind of intense 'resistance'!).
                    See you soon at celebrations I hope.
                    Sarah
                    Melbourne
                    (PS: thanks for the 'slap on the wrist' for my spelling errors, that
                    you gave me on the Christmas trip!)


                    > Hi Alex, your use of the word history evoked a smile, because in
                    two
                    > weeks it will have been thirty-one years since the evening I wrote
                    > about took place.
                    >
                    > I am happy that you received inspiration from my telling of this
                    > story. I also received some criticism that it was too personal. :-
                    )
                    > Such is life. Niriha
                    >
                    > PS The trip to Russia that I referred to in the story, took place
                    in
                    > 1971. I went to Moscow, Vladamir (outside of Moscow),
                    St.Petersburg
                    > (Leningrad at that time), Tiblisi, Kiev, Tash Kent and Samarkand.
                    Our
                    > small group of 14 persons took a trip into the Caucasus mountains
                    and
                    > heard the Georgian National Singers. As I was listening to them,
                    I
                    > was deeply moved. I remember it to this day and I still have a
                    > recording of their singing.
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, alex_syberia
                    > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                    > >
                    > > Dear Niriha,
                    > >
                    > > Thanks for your inspiring story! It is very fine history.
                    > >
                    > > Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude.
                    > >
                    > > Alex (Siberia).
                    > >
                    > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                    > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                    > > >
                    > > >
                    > > >
                    > > >
                    > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant
                    who
                    > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                    > > >
                    > > >
                    > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                    > > >
                    > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                    > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on
                    a
                    > four
                    > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of
                    Russian
                    > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who
                    was
                    > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                    > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would
                    pay
                    > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for
                    her
                    > to
                    > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that
                    is
                    > > > the truth!
                    > > >
                    > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related
                    to
                    > > > what I intended to study in graduate school Epsychology E
                    trying
                    > to
                    > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted
                    to
                    > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                    > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                    > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued
                    at
                    > the
                    > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                    > > >
                    > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself
                    and
                    > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
                    want
                    > to
                    > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                    > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I
                    had
                    > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
                    > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                    > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
                    > After
                    > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in
                    the
                    > job
                    > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the
                    department
                    > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
                    pastures.)
                    > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school Eat
                    > least
                    > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic
                    setting
                    > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
                    > felt
                    > > > in my travels did not feel right.
                    > > >
                    > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                    > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
                    that
                    > I
                    > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
                    returned
                    > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on
                    the
                    > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                    > > >
                    > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
                    Francisco
                    > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
                    Chinmoy.
                    > He
                    > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                    > brother
                    > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                    > whereas
                    > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                    > well,
                    > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy
                    for
                    > him.
                    > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                    > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
                    not
                    > as
                    > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these
                    two
                    > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                    > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
                    brother
                    > is
                    > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
                    > > > solo."
                    > > >
                    > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                    > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I
                    was
                    > to
                    > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
                    nervous
                    > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom
                    I
                    > had
                    > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
                    compassion.
                    > I
                    > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto
                    the
                    > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                    > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was
                    being
                    > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the
                    dream I
                    > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" E"it" of
                    > course
                    > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present
                    in
                    > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time,
                    I
                    > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
                    appeared
                    > > > before me.
                    > > >
                    > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San
                    Francisco
                    > and
                    > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                    > there.
                    > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
                    > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time
                    of
                    > the
                    > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
                    > just
                    > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
                    > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                    > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the
                    venue. I
                    > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as
                    the
                    > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
                    music
                    > I
                    > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                    > > >
                    > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                    > anyone
                    > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri
                    Chinmoy. I
                    > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
                    > large
                    > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate
                    with
                    > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I
                    had
                    > > > been sitting so far back.
                    > > >
                    > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He
                    meditated
                    > one
                    > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                    > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known
                    me
                    > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though
                    I
                    > was
                    > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
                    > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
                    prohibited
                    > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                    > directly
                    > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly Enot because of my
                    tears
                    > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                    > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was
                    meditating
                    > on
                    > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
                    > step,
                    > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that
                    if I
                    > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a
                    decision
                    > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way
                    did I
                    > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                    > > >
                    > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
                    > After
                    > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy
                    will
                    > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
                    Would
                    > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him
                    silently
                    > for
                    > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                    > > >
                    > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like
                    to
                    > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
                    > those
                    > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him
                    and
                    > said
                    > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                    > > >
                    > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate
                    with
                    > Sri
                    > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
                    > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more
                    suitable
                    > for
                    > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                    > > > individually.
                    > > >
                    > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy
                    and
                    > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had
                    to go
                    > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed
                    inside
                    > of
                    > > > me.
                    > > >
                    > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                    > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar
                    to
                    > the
                    > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                    > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation E
                    only
                    > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was
                    coming
                    > > > from the deepest part of myself.
                    > > >
                    > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation
                    with
                    > Sri
                    > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
                    seemingly
                    > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
                    Chinmoy.
                    > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
                    smile.
                    > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
                    that
                    > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                    > > >
                    > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a
                    phone
                    > call
                    > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                    > Chinmoy's
                    > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                    > > >
                    > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                    > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
                    Please
                    > do
                    > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over
                    and
                    > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
                    Please
                    > > > know that I am not ready."
                    > > >
                    > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good
                    morning. I
                    > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                    > student."
                    > > >
                    > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                    > > >
                    > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
                    some
                    > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just
                    say
                    > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
                    this
                    > > > after all?"
                    > > >
                    > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master,
                    and
                    > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very
                    existence,
                    > your
                    > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
                    > God!
                  • doriscott20002000
                    A silent thank you, Morris. I think sincerity can be admired only by the sincere. P.S.: I am very grateful for sometimes being corrected grammatically and
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                      A 'silent' thank you, Morris. I think sincerity can be admired only
                      by the sincere.

                      P.S.: I am very grateful for sometimes being corrected grammatically
                      and also in expression by the A.M.'s.

                      Doris




                      --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, morrisklein27
                      <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                      >
                      >
                      > Dear Doris,
                      >
                      > I have always admired you for offering your interesting stories and
                      > funny (if sometimes quirky) insights on this forum in very
                      readable,
                      > comprehensible English.
                      >
                      > Please continue to offer your charmingly inspring articles!
                      >
                      >
                      > Sincerely,
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      > Morris
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
                      > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                      > >
                      > >
                      > > Dear Doris,
                      > >
                      > > Now, that's a story...
                      > >
                      > > The humour - sometimes it's from just being happy, other times
                      it's
                      > a
                      > > coping mechanism. My line of work (I'm doing a research PhD in
                      > physics
                      > > which is rapidly turning into a disaster of the first magnitude)
                      > tends
                      > > to make my life a little more complicated and confusional than it
                      > > should be, so sometimes I need an outlet valve...
                      > >
                      > > Shane
                      > >
                      > >
                      > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, doriscott20002000
                      > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                      > > >
                      > > >
                      > > >
                      > > > Hi Shane,
                      > > >
                      > > > Where did you get that hummor? You must be a happy person or
                      how
                      > one
                      > > > of our participants in the 12 hour swim answered when he was
                      > asked
                      > > > what makes him always smile:" Happiness is suffering without
                      > > > complaining." I like that saying very much.
                      > > >
                      > > > My story? O.K.
                      > > >
                      > > > I saw a poster with many indian names on it (what was unusual
                      at
                      > > > that time in East Germany.)It was announcing a concert.
                      > > >
                      > > > I went there with my friend. I expected to hear classical
                      indian
                      > > > music. I almost cried out:"These are children's songs" and I
                      was
                      > a
                      > > > bit puzzled.
                      > > >
                      > > > We attended a class and called the boys who would come from
                      > Munich
                      > > > each weekend: "The Whites were coming."
                      > > >
                      > > > Pramodan told us how difficult it was to find a spiritual
                      master,
                      > it
                      > > > would be like searching for a needle in a heap. I thought,
                      well,
                      > > > lucky boy.
                      > > >
                      > > > One day he offered me the possibility to become a disciple and-
                      I
                      > > > was scared to death; O no, not me, this boy was so shining and
                      I?
                      > > > No, I can't, the master will not accept someone like me.
                      > > >
                      > > > They left our city and I walked two days (with interruptions)
                      > through
                      > > > the forest and didn't know what to do.
                      > > >
                      > > > Suddenly it came to my mind that it could have become to late
                      for
                      > me
                      > > > to give my picture.(Sri Chinmoy meditates on a picture and
                      > decides
                      > > > whether you are meant for his boat or not.)
                      > > >
                      > > > So I ran home, took a picture, wrote a note that I absolutely
                      > want
                      > > > to become a disciple, sent it to Munich and was praying that it
                      > was
                      > > > not to late for me.
                      > > >
                      > > > And - I became a disciple and I am very happy about it.
                      > > >
                      > > > It was exactly on an monday afternoon, that I felt a strong
                      > energy
                      > > > flowing through me. I had to sit down and somehow I knew I was
                      > > > accepted. I have to say at that time I was afraid of many tiny
                      > > > things I couldn't explain to myself. But when I felt this
                      energy
                      > I
                      > > > was all peace and had a comfortable feeling.
                      > > >
                      > > > When the Whites from Munich came to our city and informed me
                      > about
                      > > > me acceptance of the master I just nodded and said:"I know."
                      > > >
                      > > > Pramodan was laughing.
                      > > >
                      > > > All gratitude
                      > > >
                      > > > Doris
                      > > >
                      > > > P.S. A master like Sri Chinmoy went through all the life
                      > experiences
                      > > > we human beings are going through here on earth and reached
                      > > > liberation and realisation through I don't how many
                      incarnations
                      > of
                      > > > disciplined prayer, meditation and faith in God. When somebody
                      > > > reaches this high standard he can freely leave the earth and
                      > enjoy
                      > > > rest in heaven.
                      > > >
                      > > > Sri Chinmoy came back to earth only for one purpose: to help
                      and
                      > > > guide us in our struggle for leading a higher and more
                      fulfilling
                      > > > life. Today I am tearfully grateful to him.
                      > > >
                      > > >
                      > > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com,
                      > shane_dublincentre
                      > > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > > hi niriha...
                      > > > >
                      > > > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page
                      > that
                      > > > > everyone's talking about... :)
                      > > > >
                      > > > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems
                      > sometimes
                      > > > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it,
                      so
                      > > > many
                      > > > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different
                      > circumstances
                      > > > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For
                      > > > example,
                      > > > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like
                      > this:
                      > > > >
                      > > > > ************
                      > > > >
                      > > > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
                      > > > >
                      > > > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
                      > > > techniques.
                      > > > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told
                      > > > myself to
                      > > > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
                      > > > >
                      > > > > *************
                      > > > >
                      > > > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web
                      > page,
                      > > > but
                      > > > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont
                      think
                      > > > youll
                      > > > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't
                      mind
                      > in
                      > > > the
                      > > > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like
                      > that
                      > > > and
                      > > > > then there are others on whom the same experience would
                      > completely
                      > > > be
                      > > > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on
                      the
                      > > > outer
                      > > > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured
                      > growth
                      > > > is
                      > > > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
                      > > > >
                      > > > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
                      > > > >
                      > > > > Shane
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > >
                      > > > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                      > > > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or
                      > aspirant
                      > > > who
                      > > > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided
                      to
                      > > > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went
                      on
                      > a
                      > > > four
                      > > > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of
                      > Russian
                      > > > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person
                      who
                      > was
                      > > > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute
                      and
                      > > > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She
                      > would
                      > > > pay
                      > > > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late
                      for
                      > her
                      > > > to
                      > > > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and
                      > that is
                      > > > > > the truth!
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field
                      > related to
                      > > > > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology –
                      > > > trying to
                      > > > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I
                      > wanted to
                      > > > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some
                      inexpensive
                      > > > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had
                      saved
                      > > > > > enough money from working during the year, and was
                      intrigued
                      > at
                      > > > the
                      > > > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by
                      > myself
                      > > > and
                      > > > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did
                      not
                      > > > want to
                      > > > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support
                      myself
                      > > > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months
                      I
                      > had
                      > > > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there
                      was
                      > a
                      > > > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I
                      had a
                      > > > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not
                      > available.
                      > > > After
                      > > > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in
                      > the
                      > > > job
                      > > > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the
                      > department
                      > > > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
                      > > > pastures.)
                      > > > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school –
                      > at
                      > > > least
                      > > > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic
                      > setting
                      > > > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the
                      freedom
                      > I
                      > > > felt
                      > > > > > in my travels did not feel right.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe,
                      as
                      > > > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging
                      feeling
                      > > > that I
                      > > > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
                      > > > returned
                      > > > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months
                      on
                      > the
                      > > > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
                      > > > Francisco
                      > > > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
                      > > > Chinmoy. He
                      > > > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                      > > > brother
                      > > > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed
                      soul,
                      > > > whereas
                      > > > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master
                      because -
                      > > > well,
                      > > > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy
                      > for
                      > > > him.
                      > > > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I
                      recall
                      > > > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore
                      was
                      > > > not as
                      > > > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between
                      these
                      > two
                      > > > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                      > > > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
                      > > > brother is
                      > > > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom
                      > with "flying
                      > > > > > solo."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his
                      spiritual
                      > > > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me:
                      I
                      > was
                      > > > to
                      > > > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
                      > > > nervous
                      > > > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments
                      whom
                      > I
                      > > > had
                      > > > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
                      > > > compassion. I
                      > > > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out
                      onto
                      > the
                      > > > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the
                      strings
                      > > > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was
                      > being
                      > > > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the
                      > dream
                      > > > I
                      > > > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it"
                      of
                      > > > course
                      > > > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not
                      > present in
                      > > > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first
                      > time, I
                      > > > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
                      > > > appeared
                      > > > > > before me.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San
                      > Francisco
                      > > > and
                      > > > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred
                      space
                      > > > there.
                      > > > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so
                      > tired
                      > > > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start
                      time
                      > of
                      > > > the
                      > > > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of
                      > energy
                      > > > just
                      > > > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For
                      > some
                      > > > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                      > > > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the
                      > venue. I
                      > > > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row
                      > as
                      > > > the
                      > > > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
                      > > > music I
                      > > > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made
                      inviting
                      > > > anyone
                      > > > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri
                      > Chinmoy. I
                      > > > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood
                      in
                      > a
                      > > > large
                      > > > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate
                      > with
                      > > > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look
                      since
                      > I
                      > > > had
                      > > > > > been sitting so far back.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He
                      > meditated
                      > > > one
                      > > > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                      > > > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had
                      > known me
                      > > > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as
                      > though I
                      > > > was
                      > > > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and
                      > spontaneously
                      > > > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
                      > > > prohibited
                      > > > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                      > > > directly
                      > > > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of
                      my
                      > > > tears
                      > > > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a
                      vague
                      > > > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was
                      > meditating
                      > > > on
                      > > > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take
                      > this
                      > > > step,
                      > > > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me
                      that
                      > if
                      > > > I
                      > > > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a
                      > decision
                      > > > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way
                      > did I
                      > > > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my
                      > brother.
                      > > > After
                      > > > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri
                      Chinmoy
                      > will
                      > > > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his
                      students.
                      > > > Would
                      > > > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him
                      > silently
                      > > > for
                      > > > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would
                      > like to
                      > > > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy
                      > and
                      > > > those
                      > > > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him
                      > and
                      > > > said
                      > > > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate
                      > with
                      > > > Sri
                      > > > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if
                      one
                      > is
                      > > > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more
                      > suitable
                      > > > for
                      > > > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                      > > > > > individually.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri
                      > Chinmoy
                      > > > and
                      > > > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I
                      had
                      > to
                      > > > go
                      > > > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed
                      > inside
                      > > > of
                      > > > > > me.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                      > > > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as
                      similar
                      > to
                      > > > the
                      > > > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and
                      the
                      > > > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation –

                      > only
                      > > > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was
                      > coming
                      > > > > > from the deepest part of myself.
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation
                      > with
                      > > > Sri
                      > > > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
                      > > > seemingly
                      > > > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
                      > > > Chinmoy.
                      > > > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
                      > > > smile.
                      > > > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite
                      believing
                      > > > that
                      > > > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a
                      > phone
                      > > > call
                      > > > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                      > > > Chinmoy's
                      > > > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting
                      silently,
                      > > > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
                      > > > Please do
                      > > > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and
                      > over
                      > > > and
                      > > > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
                      > > > Please
                      > > > > > know that I am not ready."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good
                      > morning. I
                      > > > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                      > > > student."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank
                      you."
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking
                      with
                      > > > some
                      > > > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not
                      just
                      > say
                      > > > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to
                      do
                      > > > this
                      > > > > > after all?"
                      > > > > >
                      > > > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual
                      > master,
                      > > > and
                      > > > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very
                      > existence,
                      > > > your
                      > > > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself."
                      > Thank
                      > > > God!
                    • niriha7
                      Your regular postings here have been helpful and filled with goodwill. I hope to meet each of you here in New York. Inquiries and name tags will help. Maybe
                      Message 10 of 24 , Apr 5, 2005
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                        Your regular postings here have been helpful and filled with
                        goodwill. I hope to meet each of you here in New York.

                        Inquiries and name tags will help. Maybe I will start using a name
                        tag.

                        Beverly, I have been wondering in which city do you live in Canada?

                        See you soon, hopefully. Niriha

















                        --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, beverly_canada
                        <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                        >
                        >
                        > Dear Niriha
                        > Thank-you. Your story deeply touched me.
                        > Beverly
                        >
                        > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                        <no_reply@y...>
                        > wrote:
                        > >
                        > >
                        > >
                        > >
                        > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant who
                        > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                        > >
                        > >
                        > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                        > >
                        > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                        > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
                        four
                        > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
                        > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
                        > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                        > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would pay
                        > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
                        to
                        > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
                        > > the truth!
                        > >
                        > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
                        > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology – trying
                        to
                        > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
                        > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                        > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                        > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
                        the
                        > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                        > >
                        > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself and
                        > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not want
                        to
                        > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                        > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
                        > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
                        > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                        > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
                        After
                        > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
                        job
                        > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
                        > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener pastures.)
                        > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
                        least
                        > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
                        > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
                        felt
                        > > in my travels did not feel right.
                        > >
                        > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                        > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling that
                        I
                        > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I returned
                        > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
                        > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                        > >
                        > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San Francisco
                        > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri Chinmoy.
                        He
                        > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                        brother
                        > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                        whereas
                        > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                        well,
                        > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
                        him.
                        > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                        > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was not
                        as
                        > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
                        > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                        > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my brother
                        is
                        > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
                        > > solo."
                        > >
                        > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                        > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
                        to
                        > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very nervous
                        > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
                        had
                        > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep compassion.
                        I
                        > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
                        > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                        > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
                        > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream I
                        > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
                        course
                        > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
                        > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
                        > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had appeared
                        > > before me.
                        > >
                        > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
                        and
                        > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                        there.
                        > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
                        > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
                        the
                        > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
                        just
                        > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
                        > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                        > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
                        > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as the
                        > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the music
                        I
                        > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                        > >
                        > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                        anyone
                        > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
                        > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
                        large
                        > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
                        > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I had
                        > > been sitting so far back.
                        > >
                        > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
                        one
                        > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                        > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
                        > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
                        was
                        > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
                        > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint prohibited
                        > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                        directly
                        > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my tears
                        > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                        > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
                        on
                        > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
                        step,
                        > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if I
                        > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
                        > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
                        > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                        > >
                        > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
                        After
                        > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
                        > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students. Would
                        > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
                        for
                        > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                        > >
                        > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
                        > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
                        those
                        > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
                        said
                        > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                        > >
                        > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
                        Sri
                        > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
                        > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
                        for
                        > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                        > > individually.
                        > >
                        > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy and
                        > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to go
                        > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
                        of
                        > > me.
                        > >
                        > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                        > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
                        the
                        > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                        > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation – only
                        > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
                        > > from the deepest part of myself.
                        > >
                        > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
                        Sri
                        > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was seemingly
                        > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri Chinmoy.
                        > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful smile.
                        > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing that
                        > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                        > >
                        > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
                        call
                        > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                        Chinmoy's
                        > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                        > >
                        > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                        > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready. Please
                        do
                        > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over and
                        > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me Please
                        > > know that I am not ready."
                        > >
                        > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
                        > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                        student."
                        > >
                        > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                        > >
                        > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with some
                        > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
                        > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do this
                        > > after all?"
                        > >
                        > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master, and
                        > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
                        your
                        > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
                        God!
                      • anitabusic
                        Dearest Niriha, We know each other already. Maybe you just cannot put the name and face together. I too look forward to say hi to you and others. Here is a
                        Message 11 of 24 , Apr 6, 2005
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                          Dearest Niriha,

                          We know each other already. Maybe you just cannot put the name and
                          face together. I too look forward to say hi to you and others.

                          Here is a thought for the day, from me to all of you:

                          What can meditation do? It can stop the final victory of sorrow.
                          - Sri Chinmoy
                          (unofficial)

                          And a special one for Niriha:

                          My prayer lies in loving God for His own sake.
                          My prayer is the destroyer of errors, born and unborn.
                          - Sri Chinmoy
                          (unofficial)

                          Let me use Kamalakanta's farewell:

                          Joy to all!

                          Anita






                          --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                          <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          > Your regular postings here have been helpful and filled with
                          > goodwill. I hope to meet each of you here in New York.
                          >
                          > Inquiries and name tags will help. Maybe I will start using a
                          name
                          > tag.
                          >
                          > Beverly, I have been wondering in which city do you live in Canada?
                          >
                          > See you soon, hopefully. Niriha
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, beverly_canada
                          > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                          > >
                          > >
                          > > Dear Niriha
                          > > Thank-you. Your story deeply touched me.
                          > > Beverly
                          > >
                          > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                          > <no_reply@y...>
                          > > wrote:
                          > > >
                          > > >
                          > > >
                          > > >
                          > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant
                          who
                          > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                          > > >
                          > > >
                          > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                          > > >
                          > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                          > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on
                          a
                          > four
                          > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of
                          Russian
                          > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who
                          was
                          > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                          > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would
                          pay
                          > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for
                          her
                          > to
                          > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that
                          is
                          > > > the truth!
                          > > >
                          > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related
                          to
                          > > > what I intended to study in graduate school – psychology –
                          trying
                          > to
                          > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted
                          to
                          > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                          > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                          > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued
                          at
                          > the
                          > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                          > > >
                          > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself
                          and
                          > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not
                          want
                          > to
                          > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                          > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I
                          had
                          > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
                          > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                          > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
                          > After
                          > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in
                          the
                          > job
                          > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the
                          department
                          > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener
                          pastures.)
                          > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school – at
                          > least
                          > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic
                          setting
                          > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
                          > felt
                          > > > in my travels did not feel right.
                          > > >
                          > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                          > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling
                          that
                          > I
                          > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I
                          returned
                          > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on
                          the
                          > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                          > > >
                          > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San
                          Francisco
                          > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri
                          Chinmoy.
                          > He
                          > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                          > brother
                          > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                          > whereas
                          > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                          > well,
                          > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy
                          for
                          > him.
                          > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                          > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was
                          not
                          > as
                          > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these
                          two
                          > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                          > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my
                          brother
                          > is
                          > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
                          > > > solo."
                          > > >
                          > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                          > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I
                          was
                          > to
                          > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very
                          nervous
                          > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom
                          I
                          > had
                          > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep
                          compassion.
                          > I
                          > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto
                          the
                          > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                          > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was
                          being
                          > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the
                          dream I
                          > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" – "it" of
                          > course
                          > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present
                          in
                          > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time,
                          I
                          > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had
                          appeared
                          > > > before me.
                          > > >
                          > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San
                          Francisco
                          > and
                          > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                          > there.
                          > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
                          > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time
                          of
                          > the
                          > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
                          > just
                          > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
                          > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                          > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the
                          venue. I
                          > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as
                          the
                          > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the
                          music
                          > I
                          > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                          > > >
                          > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                          > anyone
                          > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri
                          Chinmoy. I
                          > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
                          > large
                          > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate
                          with
                          > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I
                          had
                          > > > been sitting so far back.
                          > > >
                          > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He
                          meditated
                          > one
                          > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                          > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known
                          me
                          > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though
                          I
                          > was
                          > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
                          > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint
                          prohibited
                          > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                          > directly
                          > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly – not because of my
                          tears
                          > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                          > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was
                          meditating
                          > on
                          > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
                          > step,
                          > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that
                          if I
                          > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a
                          decision
                          > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way
                          did I
                          > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                          > > >
                          > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
                          > After
                          > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy
                          will
                          > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students.
                          Would
                          > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him
                          silently
                          > for
                          > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                          > > >
                          > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like
                          to
                          > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
                          > those
                          > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him
                          and
                          > said
                          > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                          > > >
                          > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate
                          with
                          > Sri
                          > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
                          > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more
                          suitable
                          > for
                          > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                          > > > individually.
                          > > >
                          > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy
                          and
                          > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had
                          to go
                          > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed
                          inside
                          > of
                          > > > me.
                          > > >
                          > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                          > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar
                          to
                          > the
                          > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                          > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation –
                          only
                          > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was
                          coming
                          > > > from the deepest part of myself.
                          > > >
                          > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation
                          with
                          > Sri
                          > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was
                          seemingly
                          > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri
                          Chinmoy.
                          > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful
                          smile.
                          > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing
                          that
                          > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                          > > >
                          > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a
                          phone
                          > call
                          > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                          > Chinmoy's
                          > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                          > > >
                          > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                          > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready.
                          Please
                          > do
                          > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over
                          and
                          > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me
                          Please
                          > > > know that I am not ready."
                          > > >
                          > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good
                          morning. I
                          > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                          > student."
                          > > >
                          > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                          > > >
                          > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with
                          some
                          > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just
                          say
                          > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do
                          this
                          > > > after all?"
                          > > >
                          > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master,
                          and
                          > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very
                          existence,
                          > your
                          > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
                          > God!
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                            Here I am - back from one of my routines in which I drift away from the
                            Inspiration-Group for a couple of months, just so I can... well, no
                            reason, to be honest. I just drift away.

                            In my attempts to catch up with the past month of postings, I notice
                            Shane's correspondence from about a month ago - yes, I know, everyone's
                            moved on. Look, I've been away!

                            Anyway, I thought I'd briefly reply. Shane mentioned that one thing
                            that makes it easier for new seekers nowadays is looking at people who
                            have been meditating on the Path for 10, 20, 30 years - and thinking
                            "That's me in 10 years!" (I've been meditating for over 10 years, and I
                            hope for Shane's sake that he has far _transcended_ me in 10 years'
                            time! But I digress.)

                            I remember once, some years ago, talking to one of the few people who
                            has been on Sri Chinmoy's Path since the 1960s. Back then, they had no
                            "old" seekers to whom to compare themselves, so he assumed that, after
                            20 years, he would have a multitude of occult powers. When I spoke to
                            him, he still didn't believe he had these powers, and as far as I know,
                            he hasn't attained them since. But as everyone who knows this gentleman
                            is concerned, what life on the Path has given him is far, far greater
                            than mere occult powers.

                            I've noticed that with this Path. You might expect and hope for all
                            sorts of things, but after a few years, you DON'T get what you want.
                            Instead, you have to make do with something BETTER!

                            Mark (Canberra)



                            --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre <no_reply@y...>
                            wrote:
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            > Hi Niriha,
                            >
                            > Before we start handing out the 'developed seeker' accolades just yet,
                            > I think I should point out that it's much easier to take that step
                            > towards a spiritual life now than it was thirty years ago. The main
                            > reason is that there are far more people on Sri Chinmoy's path now
                            > than there was back then, and a seeker is able to meet with and make
                            > friends with people who have been meditating on the path for 10 or 20
                            > or 30 years and see the difference the spiritual life has wrought.
                            > It's as if you can say "Yup, that's me in 10, 20, 20 years. I like the
                            > sound of that." Also I think meditation has become a little more
                            > accepted (around here anyways, I don't know about your neck of the
                            > woods), even if only as a lifestyle accessory, the notion of a path
                            > and spiritual Teacher is still unheard of to most.
                            >
                            > I think it's also a lot easier to keep a steady keel - In the early
                            > days everyone was largely clueless as to what was expected on a
                            > spiritul path and more likely to do things detrimental to their
                            > spiritual wellbeing without even realising it, so Sri Chinmoy had to
                            > correct them more often than nowadays. I feel all you older students
                            > have taken these corrections on our behalf, and we have your advice
                            > and counsel to stop us making similar mistakes. Also of course the
                            > other reason I've so far kept my nose clean (at least not on the
                            > outward plane) is the spatial distance; you were under Guru's nose
                            > much of the time, whereas there's a fairly hefty ocean separating me
                            > from New York, and there's usually enough time for wiser heads in the
                            > Dublin Centre to rein in my excesses so Sri Chinmoy need not be
                            > troubled with them. :)
                            >
                            > The weightlifting was something that was on my mind when I wrote my
                            > original reply to you - I was in New York in November for the
                            > weightlifting anniversary and I was helping out a little bit with
                            > moving stuff around and getting to see everything from close quarters.
                            > A team of us were lugging around weights and statues and fishtanks
                            > and whatnot that Sri Chinmoy has just lifted, disassembling the
                            > lifting apparatus and seeing how simple it is in its construction;
                            > there is no way your mind can evade what Guru is doing here. And you
                            > stand there and realise Sri Chinmoy is trying to tell you something
                            > through this lifting, trying to tell the world something but primarily
                            > his students because they're better equipped to listen....I was
                            > telling a friend of mine about the weightlifting who meditates under
                            > the guidance of a Tibetan Buddhist Master, a path with a bigger
                            > emphasis on concrete transmissable teachings than ours: "Dont you
                            > understand? He's teaching you that you can lift elephants; for
                            > Chrissake, he's teaching you how to lift elephants. That there's the
                            > teaching.", he exclaimed, striking one hand forcefully on another to
                            > emphasize the 'that'. And standing there amidst all the weights, it
                            > was indeed as if a tiny window opened up inside me through which
                            > understanding struggled its way through...
                            >
                            > Still another part of me remained rigid, refused to be shocked,
                            > amazed, awed. And I was annoyed. Sri Chinmoy puts himself through so
                            > much to lift those weights, I remember reading that after one
                            > weightlifting performance he couldnt even walk afterwards; in a
                            > perfect world he should only have to go through all that pain once for
                            > me to fully "get it". I was thinking about this when I wrote my reply
                            > to you, Niriha, I was thinking that one might wish for dramatic
                            > experiences but along comes one in the slightly more earthly guise of
                            > weightlifting and much of it is lost on me. Thankfully, Sri Chinmoy
                            > never stops trying to ensure that we will indeed one day "get it"...
                            >
                            > Colm won't be coming this time, unfortunately. However he's turned
                            > himself into a bit of a media star recently, so I might have a few
                            > tapes to show you :)
                            >
                            > Shane
                            >
                            >
                            > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                            > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                            > >
                            > > Now see Shane, that is the difference between a developed seeker and
                            > > an immature one. You were consciously looking for self-improvement -
                            > > for more meditation techniques whereas I did not have the discipline
                            > > to even meditate except on rare occasions though I thought of it
                            > > often and a friend had shown me an easy and effective beginner¡¦s
                            > > technique. (See your influence? That was a long sentence). And
                            > > what¡¦s more, when given the chance, I tried to beg off. The point of
                            > > my story of course is how powerfully and compassionately the divine
                            > > energy can work in us and how an enlightened spiritual master can
                            > > work with all levels of development. You did not give Guru a lot of
                            > > trouble. Well, at least not in the beginning. ļ
                            > >
                            > > This path does seem to be many paths in one. I often say that it is
                            > > possible to see a sampling of the world in Sri Chinmoy¡¦s students.
                            > > Also, we have only to look at the multifarious fields that he has
                            > > manifested his divinity in and through to understand that his path
                            > > would naturally attract all kinds. One of the best examples of this
                            > > that has always intrigued me is in the area of weightlifting. I am
                            > > so amused and touched when I see these large sized guys wanting to
                            > > have a photo with Guru and putting a large, muscular arm around
                            > > Guru's shoulder. The visuals are made even more striking because the
                            > > audience has just witnessed that Sri Chinmoy who is diminutive in
                            > > size compared to these men, just lifted these ¡§giants¡¨. With such
                            > > pride and affection they stand there with him. I hold my breath
                            > > however when they decide to give Guru a hug.
                            > >
                            > > If Colm comes for celebrations, please introduce him to me. Niriha
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > >
                            > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, shane_dublincentre
                            > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > > hi niriha...
                            > > >
                            > > > I think youve just written the lead article for this web page that
                            > > > everyone's talking about... :)
                            > > >
                            > > > I read articles like this and think "Wow, this path seems sometimes
                            > > > all paths within one; so many different personalities on it, so many
                            > > > different ways to advance upon it, so many different circumstances
                            > > > under which people have found it in the first place..." For example,
                            > > > my essay as to how I joined the path would go a little like this:
                            > > >
                            > > > ************
                            > > >
                            > > > How I Came to Sri Chinmoys Path - by Shane
                            > > >
                            > > > Saw meditation poster and figured I could use a few extra
                            > > techniques.
                            > > > Liked what I saw. Had reservations about the lifestyle. Told myself
                            > > to
                            > > > just take it one day at a time. Wow, I'm still here.
                            > > >
                            > > > *************
                            > > >
                            > > > Now, youll find this essay in Mahabaratised form on my web page, but
                            > > > even with the added flickers and flourishes I still dont think youll
                            > > > find an experience as dramatic as Niriha's there. I don't mind in
                            > > the
                            > > > slightest. I think there are people who need something like that and
                            > > > then there are others on whom the same experience would completely
                            > > be
                            > > > lost. My life tends to be full enough of bombastic drama on the
                            > > outer
                            > > > plane anyways, I think a lifetime of steady gradual assured growth
                            > > is
                            > > > just the ticket to level me out a bit.
                            > > >
                            > > > Still, I do like hearing about everyone else's stories :)
                            > > >
                            > > > Shane
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > >
                            > > > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, niriha7
                            > > > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
                            > > > >
                            > > > >
                            > > > >
                            > > > >
                            > > > > To Sarah in Seattle (who asked), and to any seeker or aspirant who
                            > > > > feels that the "leap of faith" is just too daunting.
                            > > > >
                            > > > >
                            > > > > How I Came To Sri Chinmoy's Path
                            > > > >
                            > > > > In the early seventies I graduated from college and decided to
                            > > > > postpone graduate school. Shortly after graduating, I went on a
                            > > four
                            > > > > week trip to Russia which was organized by a professor of Russian
                            > > > > language and literature from my school. A wealthy person who was
                            > > > > planning to join the tour had to cancel at the last minute and
                            > > > > requested that a student be selected to replace her. She would pay
                            > > > > for that student to make the trip, since it was too late for her
                            > > to
                            > > > > receive a refund. I was selected solely on enthusiasm and that is
                            > > > > the truth!
                            > > > >
                            > > > > After returning home, I worked for one year in a field related to
                            > > > > what I intended to study in graduate school ¡V psychology ¡V trying
                            > > to
                            > > > > determine if becoming a therapist was truly something I wanted to
                            > > > > do. During that year, a friend told me about some inexpensive
                            > > > > charter flights to Europe. I already had a passport, had saved
                            > > > > enough money from working during the year, and was intrigued at
                            > > the
                            > > > > chance to travel - though I did not know anyone in Europe.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > After almost seven months of wandering around Europe by myself and
                            > > > > thoroughly enjoying it, every minute of every day, I did not want
                            > > to
                            > > > > come home. I was not concerned over how I would support myself
                            > > > > there, as I had a few ideas. Besides, in those seven months I had
                            > > > > learned to live on very little. If I returned home, there was a
                            > > > > possibility of a very good job in my chosen field, but I had a
                            > > > > feeling that once home I would find that it was not available.
                            > > After
                            > > > > all, I had written from Europe of my continuing interest in the
                            > > job
                            > > > > and had not received a reply. (It turned out that the department
                            > > > > head who had promised me the job had gone on to greener pastures.)
                            > > > > During my travels I had dropped plans for graduate school ¡V at
                            > > least
                            > > > > for the time being. The idea of going back to an academic setting
                            > > > > after sixteen years of it and after experiencing the freedom I
                            > > felt
                            > > > > in my travels did not feel right.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > So it seemed that it would be wonderful to live in Europe, as
                            > > > > "freedom" had become my quest...if only this nagging feeling that
                            > > I
                            > > > > HAD to return home would just leave me. It did not - so I returned
                            > > > > to the U.S. and worked at a nondescript job for six months on the
                            > > > > east coast before heading out to San Francisco.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > One day, I met my brother for lunch. He had lived in San Francisco
                            > > > > for about two years and had just become a student of Sri Chinmoy.
                            > > He
                            > > > > told me about his spiritual path. I recall thinking that my
                            > > brother
                            > > > > had a great spiritual master because he is a developed soul,
                            > > whereas
                            > > > > it would be impossible for me to have such a master because -
                            > > well,
                            > > > > it seemed to me that I was not advanced enough. I was happy for
                            > > him.
                            > > > > Some days after hearing of my brother's changed life, I recall
                            > > > > thinking that my brother had joined a group and therefore was not
                            > > as
                            > > > > free as I was. Back and forth my mind traveled between these two
                            > > > > points of view: how fortunate my brother is to have a great
                            > > > > spiritual master; how lucky I am to be so free whereas my brother
                            > > is
                            > > > > not since he belongs to a group. I equated freedom with "flying
                            > > > > solo."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > Seven months after my brother had told me about his spiritual
                            > > > > master, I had a dream in which Sri Chinmoy appeared to me: I was
                            > > to
                            > > > > play a classical guitar piece for an audience and was very nervous
                            > > > > as I waited to go on stage. A man in long white garments whom I
                            > > had
                            > > > > not seen before came to me and looked at me with deep compassion.
                            > > I
                            > > > > felt a peaceful flow of energy go through me. I went out onto the
                            > > > > stage and started playing. My fingers danced over the strings
                            > > > > effortlessly. The music was breathlessly beautiful and was being
                            > > > > played through me. Delight and more delight I felt. In the dream I
                            > > > > said to myself, "Oh, so this is what 'it' is like" ¡V "it" of
                            > > course
                            > > > > referring to what one would experience if ego were not present in
                            > > > > what one was doing. When I saw Sri Chinmoy for the first time, I
                            > > > > realized that he had been the person in the dream who had appeared
                            > > > > before me.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > Three months after the dream, Sri Chinmoy came to San Francisco
                            > > and
                            > > > > offered a concert and meditation at a beautiful sacred space
                            > > there.
                            > > > > My brother invited me and I had planned to go, but was so tired
                            > > > > after a long day of working that at 7:30 p.m., the start time of
                            > > the
                            > > > > concert, I was dozing on my sofa. Then I felt a flow of energy
                            > > just
                            > > > > as I had felt in the dream a couple of months earlier. For some
                            > > > > reason, I understood that this meant that I had to go to the
                            > > > > concert. Fortunately, I lived only three blocks from the venue. I
                            > > > > literally dragged myself there and sat in the very last row as the
                            > > > > large space was filled to capacity. I very much enjoyed the music
                            > > I
                            > > > > heard, and felt deeply peaceful from the atmosphere there.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > At the end of the concert, an announcement was made inviting
                            > > anyone
                            > > > > who wished to come up and meditate personally with Sri Chinmoy. I
                            > > > > went up with many other members of the audience and stood in a
                            > > large
                            > > > > semi-circle. I felt it would be such a blessing to meditate with
                            > > > > this great spiritual master and I wanted a closer look since I had
                            > > > > been sitting so far back.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > Sri Chinmoy stood facing us with his hands folded. He meditated
                            > > one
                            > > > > by one on each aspirant. As I stood there, tears started
                            > > > > spontaneously flowing. I had a clear feeling that he had known me
                            > > > > "forever" and that I had known him "forever." I felt as though I
                            > > was
                            > > > > standing before "divinity on earth." I deeply and spontaneously
                            > > > > wanted to "fall on my knees," but with utmost restraint prohibited
                            > > > > myself from doing this. By the time Sri Chinmoy was looking
                            > > directly
                            > > > > at me, I could no longer see him clearly ¡V not because of my tears
                            > > > > but because his form appeared as pure light with only a vague
                            > > > > outline of his physical form visible to me. As he was meditating
                            > > on
                            > > > > me, unmistakably I inwardly heard the words, "If you take this
                            > > step,
                            > > > > there is no turning back." At once it became clear to me that if I
                            > > > > were to "step upon the spiritual path," this would be a decision
                            > > > > like no other I had ever made or ever would make. In no way did I
                            > > > > feel capable of such a commitment.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > Because I had arrived late, I was not sitting with my brother.
                            > > After
                            > > > > everything was over, he came up to me and said, "Sri Chinmoy will
                            > > > > meet privately with seekers who wish to become his students. Would
                            > > > > you like to ask to become his student?" I looked at him silently
                            > > for
                            > > > > a moment and then quietly said, "No."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > In a matter of fact way, my brother then asked if I would like to
                            > > > > accompany him to the meeting where students of Sri Chinmoy and
                            > > those
                            > > > > requesting to become his students would meet. I thanked him and
                            > > said
                            > > > > that I would enjoy accompanying him.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > At this meeting, the seekers went up one by one to meditate with
                            > > Sri
                            > > > > Chinmoy. They were told that Sri Chinmoy sees clearly if one is
                            > > > > meant for his path or if a different path would be more suitable
                            > > for
                            > > > > the aspirant. For this reason, he meditates with each person
                            > > > > individually.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > As I sat there watching each person go in front of Sri Chinmoy and
                            > > > > meditate with him, an increasingly strong feeling that I had to go
                            > > > > up and meditate with him and become his student developed inside
                            > > of
                            > > > > me.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > Frankly, it is impossible to describe the inner command I
                            > > > > experienced. Immediately I recognized this feeling as similar to
                            > > the
                            > > > > feeling that compelled me to return home from Europe, and the
                            > > > > feeling that urged me to attend the concert and meditation ¡V only
                            > > > > this time the inner command was far more powerful. It was coming
                            > > > > from the deepest part of myself.
                            > > > >
                            > > > > After everyone who wished to become a student of meditation with
                            > > Sri
                            > > > > Chinmoy had gone up, and that portion of the meeting was seemingly
                            > > > > finished, I somehow found myself standing in front of Sri Chinmoy.
                            > > > > He gave me a beautiful, sweet and at the same time powerful smile.
                            > > > > After some minutes, I returned to my seat not quite believing that
                            > > > > basically, I had just asked to become his student!
                            > > > >
                            > > > > I returned to my apartment knowing that when I received a phone
                            > > call
                            > > > > the next morning telling me if I had been accepted as Sri
                            > > Chinmoy's
                            > > > > student, that would be it. I would have to "take that step."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > I sat up until the wee hours of the morning chanting silently,
                            > > > > "Please do not accept me. Please know that I am not ready. Please
                            > > do
                            > > > > not accept me. Please know that I am not ready." Over and over and
                            > > > > over I silently chanted my mantra: "Please do not accept me Please
                            > > > > know that I am not ready."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > The next morning I received a phone call. "Hello, good morning. I
                            > > > > want to tell you that Sri Chinmoy has accepted you as his
                            > > student."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > I swallowed hard and said, "Oh, um that is great. Thank you."
                            > > > >
                            > > > > By now you have either stopped reading or you are asking with some
                            > > > > exasperation, "If you felt so reluctant, why did you not just say
                            > > > > that you had changed your mind or that you did not want to do this
                            > > > > after all?"
                            > > > >
                            > > > > My reply would be, "When God, an enlightened spiritual master, and
                            > > > > your own soul get together with a plan for your very existence,
                            > > your
                            > > > > little "i" does not stand a chance of asserting itself." Thank
                            > > God!
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