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A love that was thick like butter
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Learning to follow my intuition
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Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
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Seeing the God inside my son
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Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
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Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
The happiest I've ever been
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I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in
Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.
