If all my disciples ran with so much joy, they would all be world champions.
RB 955. 8 December 1986↩
As I came near Main Street on my way back, I saw someone 200 metres ahead of me. I could not see who it was, but I felt a vibration was coming from Kokila’s soul. Then, after I turned onto 150th Street, I saw someone about 300 metres ahead of me, and again I felt Kokila’s vibration.
When I reached my 250-metre mark, I saw that Kokila had just turned onto the street where she lives and she was waiting there for me. I said, “Kokila!” She turned away her face and started giggling. She would not look at me.
I said, “I liked your article so much. I will print it in a brochure form.” Then I told her I had seen her soul at this very spot just a few minutes ago and had blessed it. Again she started giggling.
What can be a greater juicy story? I blessed her soul on my way out, and I saw her on the physical plane on my way back — at exactly the same spot!
RB 956. 18 February 1987↩
The other one said, “No!” So they were having an argument.
Then I said, “Good morning, good morning,” and smiled. I made them feel that I was the person who lived here.
RB 957. 18 February 1987↩
Then I lifted up my eyes, and whom did I see? It was Anna again! She was about thirty metres ahead of me.
RB 958. 28 February 1987↩
Then I saw somebody in front of Namrata. I said, “Somebody is running much faster than Namrata.” The person looked like Lucy, but I said, “She usually does not run at this hour. How can it be Lucy?” She was far ahead of me, and she turned down a side street, so I did not see who it was.
Then, when I was coming back, I saw that it was Lucy. I smiled at her and talked to her for a minute. At that hour for Lucy to run!
RB 959. 28 February 1987↩
As soon as I call her, she turns her head away, like my dogs Sona and Kanu.
RB 960. 28 February 1987↩
My outfit was just the opposite: a heavy coat and other warm clothes. It was very cold outside.
RB 961. 28 February 1987↩
Then, at my 200-metre mark, whom did I see? Shephali! As soon as you think of someone, out of the blue that person appears.
RB 962. 28 February 1987↩
They thought I was dying to hear their conversation! I wanted to go past them, but they were blocking my path.
A few moments later they stopped at an intersection to wait for the red light to change. I stopped at least thirty metres away from them because I did not want to be insulted again.
When I was in my own meditative consciousness, at that time I had to get their blessings!
RB 963. — 5 March 1987↩
I was limping, so they shouted, “Look at this sick guy!” They were enjoying themselves.
Later, after I had crossed Main Street, again I saw the same car with the same boys. And the same message I got: “Look at this sick guy!”
RB 964. 11 August 1987↩
O God, I had not gone even 600 metres when I saw Nemi driving by in a car. I said, “Look at this! Here I am saying Nemi should see this, and she comes by in the car!”
So God fulfils that kind of desire!
RB 965. 13 August 1987↩
Early in the morning, just as I was going out to run, I was thinking, “Just because I was not here, she did not give me prasad.”
Then, when I came back, she and Mohan were waiting there in the car. This is called the soul’s connection.
RB 966. 13 August 1987↩
See Aaron’s oneness-sacrifice! Look at his speed and her speed, but still he runs with his wife.
But their daughter was not with them. I asked, “What is she doing?”
They told me, “She is sleeping!”
RB 967. 6 September 1987↩
At that hour, at five o’clock in the morning, old people sit at the bus stop reading the newspaper!
RB 968. 8 September 1987↩
I said, “Oh my God, if I do not inform Pratyaya, then she will go out looking for me on the street because she likes to see me run. She will be going on a wild goose chase.”
So I phoned her and told her I was already back. She was all ready to go out looking for me, but I stopped her in time.
RB 969. 7 September 1987↩
When he saw me, he said, “Hey, young man! Inside the park a car has been totally smashed. Can you go and see what is wrong?”
I smiled at him. Then he said, “Young man, you cannot go? Then take care, and have a nice day!”
RB 970. 27 November 1988↩
I put my left hand on the car to bless it. But then, O God, all my fingers became dirty!
From a distance, the car looked so nice.
RB 971. 27 November 1988↩
As I crossed in front of him, the driver called out, “I know you! You are Sri Chinmoy!”
I smiled and went by. Then he said, “Wait a moment! I want to shake hands with you,” and he started coming out of the car.
I said, “Oh no, you do not have to come out of the car.” Then I went over to him and put out my hand. He was so surprised that I went to him.
Poor me, I do not know how to shake hands, so I held my hand in a peculiar way. Anyway, he took my hand and shook it. He was of Spanish origin. I think he was a construction worker.
RB 972. 8 September 1992↩
First he tells his friend that God speaks to him, and then he says he believes in me. I do not know him or his friend, but still he believes in me. Can you imagine!
RB 973. September 1992↩
But the assistant manager did not want me to walk there, and he threw me out. He said that I was running, but it was not true.
When I used to go there, I would always see two old ladies who worked in the terminal. Every time they saw me, they would talk to me.
Just the other day one of the ladies saw me. She asked, “Why do you not come anymore?”
I told her, “I am not allowed to come. But now I am going to the USAir terminal. They are very nice to me there.”
She was so happy that I had found somewhere to walk.
RB 974. 17 November 1993↩
The other day he saw me running, so he came up to me and said, “Sri Chinmoy, I am so happy you are using our airline.”
Then I said to him, “I am so grateful to you.”
He said, “You are coming every day and blessing us.”
I said, “I wish to give you a piece of good news. Recently some students of mine from various parts of the world came to New York on your airline.”
The manager answered, “I know! Dr. Agraha Levine gave me the list.”
Then I talked to him about other things, including my meetings with President Gorbachev.
RB 975. 21 November 1993↩
The other day I showed them some recent pictures of Sudhahota running with me.
I said, “May I show you something? This is Carl Lewis.” They were so happy to see the picture.
Then I was telling them about some of the prominent black figures whom I have met over the years. I mentioned Muhammad Ali and “Big Man” Clarence Clemons, Mokshagun. I also mentioned Eddie Murphy, Narada, Reverend Jackson and my hero, Jesse Owens.
Then I said, “I know Roberta Flack; she is a very close friend of mine.” As soon as I said “Roberta Flack,” how thrilled the ladies were. You have no idea how much people love Addwitiya!
RB 976. 23 November 1993↩
The young lady said to me, “I want to tell you something, but I am afraid and embarrassed.” Then she looked at me and said, “You and Gorbachev look alike.” Immediately she put her hands over her face and turned away in embarrassment.
I said, “You are right. He is my friend. I have received many letters from him and just the other day I met him in Washington.” She said, “But you two look alike!” Look at this! I was only telling them about my black friends. I had not mentioned Gorbachev at all. But this was her intuition.
RB 977. 23 November 1993↩
When I finished drawing, I went to a gift shop fifty metres away to buy a T-shirt for one of my disciples that said “Titan” or something like that, since that particular disciple likes this kind of thing.
When I came back to my seat, I saw that my notebooks were missing! One contained 5,000 bird drawings and the other had 3,000 drawings.
I went to the nearest ticket counter and asked the lady there, “Did you see anybody take my notebooks?”
She said, “Perhaps the trash collector took them and threw them away.”
I said, “They are so important.”
She said, “Ask the trash collector.”
Then I went to another counter. The man there was so nice. He said he would page the trash collector. Finally the trash collector came. He was Puerto Rican. Unfortunately, he did not speak much English and the man who was helping me did not speak Spanish. He was calling the Puerto Rican an idiot, while the poor fellow looked so innocent. He definitely was not the one who had taken the notebooks.
Then I went back to my original seat. By then, the elderly black lady who likes me so much had come to her counter, which is near where I sit. I said to her, “You have to help me.”
She said, “Of course!”
I told her, “I have lost two notebooks.”
Then she started searching for my notebooks here, there and everywhere. Finally, she found my notebooks on somebody else’s counter. I was so moved and grateful.
RB 978. 23 November 1993↩
When we arrived, the lady who had been so nice to me was busy. From her counter she kept running into the plane and back again. I was wondering when she would be free. When she finally was free, I gave her the scarf.
She said, “Oh, you shouldn’t have done it!”
I said, “You were so kind to me. You found something very valuable to me.”
Again she said, “But you should not have done it.” She was very happy.
I had also brought gifts for the others who had helped me, but I felt miserable because I had not brought anything for the innocent Puerto Rican who got such a scolding. When I was leaving USAir, he happened to walk by, and he raised his broomstick. He did not know that we had found the notebooks. So I said to him, “Gracias, gracias!” Next time I go, I will give him something very nice.
RB 979. 23 November 1993↩
I bought a copy of Time magazine and a British newspaper, The Sun. It had an article about somebody who had heard the voice of Jesus Christ.
Every day I buy a piece of candy for whoever drives me. I usually do not eat any myself, but today I wanted to have some. So I said to myself, “Today I must buy something really new.”
I saw something new that looked like chocolate with birds on it. It looked very nice. I said, “One for me and one for Maral!”
Then I said to myself, “Yesterday I promised Saroja that the first thing I would eat today would be one of her brownies.” She had baked them for her birthday and left one for me in the refrigerator at my house.
I said, “I have to be a sincere person at least one time.” So I decided not to eat the candy until after I ate her brownie.
When I got home, I ate Saroja’s brownie and then I said, “Now let me have this candy.” But when I opened it up, I saw it was not candy at all. It was a bunch of cards with the pictures of basketball players, saying how great the players were.
O God, this was the candy I got for Maral and myself!
RB 980. 25 November 1995↩
I asked, “Why?”
The soul said, “Look at your shoes.”
When I looked, I saw that I had two different kinds of shoes on. One was already starting to hurt because it was new. The right one was perfect, but the left one was the wrong shoe. So I went back and put on another shoe.
On that day I walked four miles, so definitely the shoe would have hurt me.
RB 981. 5 April 1995↩
The Pakistani man said, “Do not worry. Every day you come.”
On another day I was going to buy three ties for Gorbachev. The three ties, plus candy and newspapers had come to a little over $40. I only had $40 with me, so I decided to buy only one tie and the other things. Then it came to only $20.
I said to the Pakistani man, “The other day when I did not have enough money, you did not give me a discount. So I had to return something.”
He said, “What could I do? That fat lady Louise, was here.” He himself is very fat.
I said, “That lady is so thin!”
He told me, “She calls me fat, so I also call her fat.”
Then he said, “You come from India and I come from Pakistan, and we are friends. But if you had been living in India and I had been living in Pakistan, no good!”
I said, “So many times we have had wonderful conversations. Here there is no India or Pakistan. Here in America we are one.”
Then I told him, “Tomorrow I am not going to come. I will be in Canada.”
He said, “Do not worry about the 59 cents!”
RB 982. 25 November 1993↩
Then I said, “O God, what am I going to do?”
When I go out walking, I usually take a small amount of money with me. Before I left the house, I had said, “Since I am carrying water, what is the use of bringing any money?” But I took a twenty dollar bill anyway.
I found a small store selling donuts and pretzels. I said, “This place should have something for me.” I asked for a Snapple and gave the man my twenty dollar bill. He asked me, “Do you have anything smaller’”
I looked at him pitifully. Then he put his hand inside his pocket and brought out a bundle of one, five and ten dollar bills. So we exchanged smiles.
RB 983. 5 April 1995↩
The owner was about ten metres behind. The owner said, “Do not be afraid; he is very gentle.”
He was speaking to me in such a compassionate way, but I was praying for him to come and take the dog. Then the owner went ahead of me and the dog went with him.
RB 984. 5 April 1995↩
When I was near Suradhuni’s bakery on my way back, I said to myself, “Let me have some fun with the bakery.”
I had eaten a little more than half the muffin. The rest I put in the brown bag, which I left in front of the bakery door. I said, “If Suradhuni or Pratibha come, they will be blessed with my prasad.”
I was hoping that they would be in tune with my consciousness and take it. But my hope was not fulfilled. Pratibha came first, and she thought the paper bag with the muffin was left by some vagabond or hooligan. So she threw it away.
Later I called to give them my “blessings.” Suradhuni was absolutely innocent, so she escaped my blessings. But Pratibha I scolded to my heart’s content!
Once, many years ago, I had left a hat for Lucy on top of the water bottle she had hidden for herself along her running route. I laid the hat out very nicely, so I was hoping she would know I had left it for her.
Afterwards, she said she thought the hat might have come from me. But part of her was afraid it might have been left by some bad person, who might have also drunk from her water.
So she left both the hat and the water.
RB 985. 5 April 1995↩
The day before yesterday a young boy passed me near Thomas Edison High School. I said, “Here is the proof that I have made tremendous progress. Ten years ago I would have tried to compete with him, but now I only surrender.”
So my surrender is my progress.
RB 986. 5 April 1995↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 19, Agni Press, 1996
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