As I was completing my two miles near the famous bus stop on 150th Street, a middle-aged white American said to me, “Man, you are a sprinter — not good for long distance!”I thanked him and smiled at him, and he also smiled at me. See, his intuition was working so nicely!
RB 1. 12 August 1978↩
But the Grace was also there. The same middle-aged man who had spoken to me at the bus stop started running toward their car, using the same terms they had used. He repeated their mantra. When he repeated what they had said, they drove away very fast.
Then the man came over to me and I thanked him. He said, “Are you Sri Chinmoy? I am so happy that I am able to speak to you. I have heard so much about you. But I am not ready for the spiritual life, and I will never be ready.” He smiled and smiled and thanked me.
This was an attack of the negative forces, but the Grace came to protect me. I would not have said anything to those youngsters. Who cares for them? But this gentleman ran ten or twenty metres and frightened them away by using the same absolutely foul tongue that they had used. This was my morning blessing.
Today’s incident is so amusing. The older man had heard about me but had never seen me while those Puerto Rican boys definitely knew much about me.Two weeks ago, on 150th Street, three black soldiers — cyclists — came toward me all riding together. But on that day I was very brave. I barked at them and they dispersed.
RB 2. 12 August 1978↩
This morning, at around 7:15 on our street, I saw this fat lady and her dogs having a real fight with another lady and her dog. The other lady was thin and seemed to be a little aristocratic. Let us say the fat lady is my friend, since she sees me every day and she likes me and talks to me. When the dogs started coming near each other, my friend said to the thin lady, “Don’t you dare come near me.” The thin lady replied, “Shut up, you big mouth!” Then, the fat one, my friend, threw her cane at the other one and said, “To hell with you!”
I finished my run and stood there watching them. As the thin one was leaving she said to her own dog, “You also have a big mouth!”Now I had to sympathise with the fat lady because she was my friend. I went about 15 metres over to her cane and picked it up and gave it to her. She was very nice to me and said, “I knew all along you were a nice guy.” She was giving me a compliment. By that time the other lady had gone away.
RB 3. 5 December 1978↩
Then, when I was coming back after having completed six miles, I was breathing heavily: “Ahh, ahh.” An old, fat lady who was waiting for the bus saw me and started imitating me in a joking way: “Ahh, ahh.” In silence I was saying, “Oh, if you had run six miles!”The man was so nice and the lady was so bad!
RB 4. 5 December 1978↩
RB 5. 5 December 1978↩
What could I do? I was dying! I kept saying, “I won’t be able to go any farther.”Then, a child about eight years old came up to me and said, “Don’t talk. It will make you more exhausted. Don’t talk.”
RB 6. 5 December 1978↩
I said, “You can show me my presence inside your heart, and I can show you your presence inside mine.” Then I started repeating his name in Bengali: “Jishu.” He began repeating the Bengali word “ashu,” which means speed, fastest speed.
I said, “You are mocking my running speed. But you should take a human body and then die here running.”
“I am not mocking you,” he said. “I am saying ‘ashu’ because you do everything on earth with the fastest speed.”
“But here it does not apply,” I said. “I have already run a mile and a half and I am dying, but you are in the subtle body. You are enjoying it.”Then we had a spiritual conversation.
RB 7. 25 December 1978↩
RB 8. 25 July 1979↩
RB 9. 25 July 1979↩
We were running two miles. When there were 400 metres left, I was showing off like anything — running very fast. Then, after I crossed the finish line, I was breathing heavily, all out of breath.
I could not hear the husband’s footsteps. That meant he was somewhere else. I saw that he was thirty or forty metres behind me, so I was very happy. That kind of thing is very bad, but it is due to the undivine human in me. The divine human in me would never have done that.Actually, we had a wonderful time. As in the inner world we run together, so in the outer world we also run. In the outer world I have to keep my ears and eyes closed, because I know that most of my disciples are faster runners; I know what will be my fate. But in the inner world, I will be able to challenge all of them. So in the inner world I want my disciples to be as fast as I am. I ran with the husband and the wife as a token of my blessingful gift to the wife’s birthday.
RB 10. 30 January 1979↩
On one particular morning when I went out to practise, I was very tired. From the very beginning I said, “Today I have to fight against my mind. I will run at least two miles to fight against my mind.”
O God, I started running, and then I ran one, two, three, four, five, six miles, and I became extremely tired. When I reached a very desolate place in the Woodhaven area, near a park, the park sign said, “No fishing, no bike riding, no roller skating, no dogs, no children, no everything.” At the edge of the park were four or five cars very badly smashed, and right on the grass I saw a dead human body covered by a blanket. The head had been severed from the rest of the body and was lying a little distance away. I got the shock of my life to see that this man had been murdered, but what could I do? These things do happen in America. It is a daily story. I was horrified, but there was nothing I could do. There wasn’t any telephone nearby. And besides, I would be the last person to inform the police. If I called the police, they would just harass me. So I said, “The best thing I can do is to pray for the soul of this dead person.”
So I stood nearby, observing the dead body and the head and I meditated for seventeen minutes. I had a wristwatch, so I knew it was seventeen minutes. He was just an ordinary, simple soul, but I meditated and meditated and meditated. And I did much for the soul. Then I ran one more mile before turning around to go back home.
In all, I ran fourteen miles that morning. It was raining heavily. In those days, we used to have a gym, where I would go every morning to see my spiritual children and give out prasad. But on that day I came back from my run very late, so I did not go.What things happen in America! Therefore, I ask my spiritual children to be very, very careful. No place is safe, no place. Of late, many unfortunate and destructive things are happening in the Jamaica area. So I wish my spiritual children to be extremely careful and to pray to the Supreme before they run and while they run, and afterwards to offer gratitude. And to do the same thing also when they go cycling.
RB 11. 12 May 1979↩
I am so grateful when everybody began running with me, trying to block the wind. But actually, when it was a matter of relief, it helped very little. Today there was no relief.
The wind came from the front, the side and the top like a solid wall and weakened the runner. You people should have used your occult power to stop the wind. The Toledo marathon is nice. If there is a strong wind, they reverse the course so the runners don’t have to run against the wind. Here they don’t do that.
I was enjoying the way that one disciple would say one thing and another would inevitably and invariably contradict him. It wasn’t that they were fighting. If one told the disciples running with me, “Go slowly!” then one second later another would say, “Go fast.” For me, to go fast or to go slow was all the same; I was dying.
Those of you who sang the running songs along the route were so kind to me. You have also helped me so much. All those who have run with me and who have sung along the way, all those who have encouraged me in any capacity, please feel my gratitude-heart. I have finished the marathon because of you; otherwise, I could never, never have finished. It was self-imposed torture from beginning to end. Today, the best timing was 2:39; last year I think it was 2:27. So look at how bad the wind was! The second-best timing was 2:44.
Usually I select people — my running crew and a few others — to run with me. I tell the head of my running crew beforehand who the people are and he informs them at which mark they should join me. But today I told him that all the boys could join.The organiser of the race was very nice. He gave me a special certificate and the mayor has also given me a proclamation. The organiser knew about us through the Montreal Centre. He has also heard about the Meditation Group that we have in Plattsburgh. Plattsburgh is so peaceful, soulful and beautiful. I have been admiring it since yesterday and appreciating the sincerity of the place.
RB 12. 12 May 1979. Plattsburgh, N.Y↩
RB 13. 17 June 1979↩
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RB 15. 11 July 1979↩
A gentleman with a briefcase was crossing the street at the time. He started chasing the car and screaming, using all American vulgar terms. He even crossed the street and followed the car for 50 metres. Then he began cursing himself, saying that instead of running after the car he should have taken down its license number.He came up to me and said, “I can see you are a nice guy.” He said he also runs and a few days ago he had had a similar experience. How badly they drive in San Juan!
RB 16. 11 July 1979↩
RB 17. 11 July 1979↩
So I ran past her, and then I ran practically 200 metres more.Afterwards, a policeman smiled at me and spoke to me in Spanish.
RB 18. 11 July 1979↩
RB 19. 11 July 1979↩
RB 20. 11 July 1979↩
You know I may be miserly in other fields, but not in offering smiles. So I also gave him a very broad smile, but I didn’t stop running.
All of a sudden I heard someone running behind me. I turned around and saw the same gentleman running after me. This time he was almost shaking with a kind of reverential awe.
“Are you Sri Chinmoy?” he asked. Usually I can’t speak when I run. It takes time for me to catch my breath. So I just looked at him and again gave him a very good smile.Then he said, “What a precious man and what a precious morning!” I continued running. When I had covered another ten metres, I turned around and I saw him still standing there, looking at me.
RB 21. 21 July 1979↩
As I ran by, the dog blocked my way, so I just stopped and stood there. The dog was not barking at all and the lady said to me, “Don’t worry, don’t worry! She is as kind as any human being can ever be. She can be your best friend as well, if you want her to be.”
I said to the lady, “Thank you, thank you.”Her dog can be her best friend, so true. After running a few more metres I turned around, and the lady was still looking at me.
RB 22. 21 July 1979↩
The other day, one of the disciples told me that she was parking her car near there when a lady said to her, “I saw your leader this morning. I see him every day. He goes running up the hill and he stops right by that tree. He looks so thirsty, I want to give him a glass of water, but I know I can’t. Your leader is so terrific. You are so lucky to have such a good leader. He’s such a wonderful man.”I think she is one of the ladies who had the fight with another lady and her dog a few months ago by the bus stop.
RB 23. 21 July 1979↩
RB 24. 21 July 1979↩
RB 25. 21 July 1979↩
But O God, one girl didn’t stop at just cutting jokes. In two minutes’ time she started running side by side with me. All American rubbish language she was saying, but I was deaf and dumb, absolutely not answering. She ran with me for about 150 metres. She was holding a baton or small stick. Finally, she threw it at me, but fortunately it did not strike me. Then she ran back to her friends.That is why I ask my disciples, especially the women, to be very, very careful while running. I am an older man and yesterday I was wearing a running outfit and looking smart, too. But still they were joking and disturbing me. So please be very, very careful when you run.
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RB 39. 28 July 1979↩
As he approached me, the time came for me to show off. I ran fast, but then I cursed myself. Usually, if people pass by me, I say, “Oh, perhaps he is doing only one or two miles and I am doing eight or nine.” This time I felt sorry for my stupidity.For 200 metres we ran together. Then he made a right turn and I made a left turn.
RB 40. 28 July 1979↩
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RB 42. 30 July 1979↩
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RB 44. 30 July 1979↩
I said, “Yes, I am tired.”
“How many miles?” she asked.
I answered, “Six and a half.”
She said, “Kidding? Don’t have to kill yourself. Don’t be a fool, honey.”This was the first time I had ever seen her.
RB 45. 30 July 1979↩
RB 46. 7 August 1979↩
RB 47. 7 August 1979↩
RB 48. 7 August 1979↩
RB 49. 7 August 1979↩
Yesterday I wanted to run only 400 metres, and when I didn’t see any mark, I said, “Perhaps I made a mistake.” I went on running farther and farther. Finally it became one mile — 800 metres one way and 800 back. My road crew had forgotten to measure that route.Afterwards, I had them drive that way in a car and we discovered that I had run one mile extra.
RB 50. 7 August 1979↩
RB 51. 8 August 1979↩
RB 52. 9 August 1979↩
I am not fat, I have to say, but when I wear a down vest to keep warm, I do look heavier.So one girl said, “Hey, fat man, you are doing well! Fat man, you are doing well.” Another girl said, “Fatty, carry on, carry on! Fatty, carry on, carry on!”
RB 53. 20 January 1979↩
As soon as he saw me, he became so happy and he ran with me for thirty or forty metres. Then he went back to the bus stop.
After I had covered one mile and was returning, past the same bus stop, the young man ran with me again.He was so happy to run with me. He said, “You are a good runner.”
RB 54. 20 January 1979↩
O God, what could I do? I was running in the street and there were a lot of cars coming. If you go that side, you will end up inside the car and if you go this side, the dog will bite you. Either way is dangerous.
But that is not the story. While the dog was trying to bite me, an elderly woman was enjoying it. And it was her dog! I had to change the position of my legs, scream something and pretend I had a stone. For twenty metres the dog chased me, and the old lady was enjoying it like anything.
I am not an American, and I don’t know your American slang. But you people would have gone up to that lady and insulted her. But I just walked in the street, staying as far from the sidewalk as I could. It was very difficult.
From the spiritual point of view, a dog symbolises faithfulness. If a dog bites you, they say that you have lost faith. When have I lost my faith? No, I have not lost it. It was just an attack by the hostile forces. They can act through a dog also. So a dog is supposed to be a divine instrument, but it can be very undivine as well. Here I am having such a serious problem, and the woman is enjoying it.
People should not run in the street. If they do, a dog will come from a house and create such problems! Out of the blue they come, sometimes three or four at a time. Some bark beforehand and some do not.Almost every day I have problems at various places with dogs.
RB 55. 11 August 1979↩
I said to myself, “O God, another old lady!” But I am obedient, so I stopped. There was a red light there, and I enjoyed stopping and resting at the red light. Sometimes even at a green light I enjoy rest.
The old lady said to me, “Do you know the Grand Central Parkway?”
I said, “Isn’t the Grand Central right here?”
She said, “No! What do you know?”
There were many cars coming by and she asked me, “Can you come with me?” I thought that she was asking me to carry her bag, so I said, “I will gladly carry it.”I was observing her to see if she was really crazy. I felt sorry for her. Perhaps she felt sorry for me. When I took her to the other side of the Grand Central, she just stood there. I didn’t know if anything was going on inside her mind. She was not smiling, but at least she didn’t scold me.
RB 56. 11 August 1979↩
Because of the construction there, I can’t run very fast and I always have to go from one side of the road to the other. When the lady saw me, she said, “Good going! You are going so fast.”
The man said, “No, he’s not. I could have run much faster when I was his age.”
The lady said, “No, you couldn’t have.”Poor man, he was jealous of my running ability.
RB 57. 11 August 1979↩
Fifteen minutes later I was running near Bohack. Very slowly a car came toward me and finally stopped. A black lady and a black man were inside the car. The black lady was driving. She said to me, “Hi, Sri Chinmoy. You are running, you are running!”
One minute later another car with two middle-aged men slowly drove by. The driver asked me where a particular street was. I said, “Sorry, I do not know.”The man said, “Damn you.” So I said, “Thank you.”
RB 58. 15 August 1979↩
When I came up to Agni Press, I saw her talking to a few of her friends, some boys. As soon as I came by, they all started shouting my name, and clapping and jumping with such cheerfulness. They were cheering me at every step: “Sri Chinmoy! Sri Chinmoy!”
When I got home I asked one of my disciples to bring me twelve apples and twelve oranges immediately. But he didn’t hear the word “immediately.” Twenty minutes passed and I said, “By this time those divine children will have disappeared.” So I asked another disciple to drive me in the car. Then I saw the first disciple. He was walking very slowly. I said, “What are you doing? I asked you to come ‘immediately’.” He said, “Guru, I didn’t hear the word ‘immediately’, I just heard ‘go and bring’.”
Anyway, I went to the spot to see if those children were still there. To my great surprise, the girl was sitting on the steps in front of the Greek School, with a friend of hers. Since both of them were girls, I didn’t think it would be proper to go and speak to them. “Best thing is for us to go to Guru Stationery and bring some girls,” I said. So we brought back two girl disciples who were working there to the spot where the two girls were talking.
When the girl saw our car approaching her, she stood up and jumped towards the car. “Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy,” she said. She and her friend were both jumping for joy.
I said to them, “Can I give you some fruits?”
The girl who was then standing beside the car said, “Of course. You are such a sweet, nice man. Can I kiss you on your hand?”
I said, “Oh, no!” I gave them each an orange and an apple. Then I asked, “Where are your friends?”
They said, “We'll go look for them.” They went into the school, but their friends were not there. When they came out, the other girl said how happy she was to see me running. She was also a runner, and she said that she had run in one of our ten-mile races in Connecticut. She had come into Guru Health Foods that morning to ask when our next race would be. Both girls were excited.
I asked if they would see their friends soon, so they could give them apples and oranges, but they said, “No, we will not see them.” I said, “Then I would like to give you again another orange and apple.”A young boy was watching the scene. He was not one of those who had cheered me, but he said, “Can I also have an orange? I don’t care for apples, however.” He came up to me all excited, and I gave him an orange.
RB 59. 14 August 1979↩
The driver was smoking and his wife was sitting beside him. The man leaned out the window and said to me, “Please come near me. I shall not harm you. You don’t have to be afraid.” It was a very respectable looking couple, so I went over to the car. The man said, “Tell me, why are you running at this hour?”
I said, “I like it, I enjoy it.”
The man said to his wife, “Every day I also run at this hour and you call me crazy. Now, here is somebody else who is running.”
The lady said, “Yes, another crazy fellow like you!” Then she said to me, “Young man, go home and sleep. If you don’t sleep, you will die soon. But if you don’t run, you are not going to die soon.”
The man said, “It is better to die sooner than to live with a wife like you.”
The lady pushed her husband and knocked his cigarette out of his mouth. It fell down on the street, coming very close to my leg. But fortunately it didn’t hit me.I started laughing, and then both of them started laughing and laughing. Finally they said to me, “Thanks a lot.”
RB 60. 15 August 1979↩
RB 61. 23 August 1979↩
RB 62. 24 August 1979↩
RB 63. 18 August 1979↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 1, Agni Press, 1979
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