Devotee Stories

JUST WANT TO SREAD SPIRITUALITY AMONG PEOPLE TOWARDS RADHAKRISHNA

devotees loves to know how people like them attained our lord narayana. here is how i or rather kanha chose me to be one among his million devotees.

In letters... My life, love and lessons My all in letters... For world Mine and yours For universe For you and me...

I lived in India from 1984-2005, and wrote to my parents regularly about my adventures in Indian ashrams. From 1984-1993 and again 2001-2005, I was living in Puttaparthi, Andhra Pradesh, and I am adding all of those my "Letters from India" book, which will mainly be of interest to those familiar with Prasanthi Nilayam, the ashram of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. However, from 1994-2001 I was staying at a wonderfully spiritual, quiet retreat called Shanti Ashram, and I am putting the letters I wrote to my parents while staying there, on this book. The ashram was a dream come true for sadhana. The people are welcoming, it is usually never crowded, and they offer separate cottages to aspirants. The rates are donation basis only. You can contact them for a visit or longer-term stay: Sri Shanti Ashram Thotapalli Hills Via Sankhavaram East Godavari Dist Andhra Pradesh, India 533446 Phone: 011-91-7382009962

A girl named Clary lives in a small town in la... She is on the outside of the town next to a field where kids loved to play she did not mind it as she is in her 20s but one day they did not come back before sunset. Clary goes and looks around in the field an finds something she would never expect (A/N this is a Brendon Urie fic but not bad.. also I am doing Brendon's POV and Clary's POV)

This is the sequel to the story Kayadhu Kalyaan (Book 1 of VishnuBhakti series). Do read it before reading this book. In the heart of the infernal realm, where shadows dance and fear reign supreme, a child is born. He is the heir to the Demon King, a creature of darkness and malice. Yet, this child is different. Instead of inheriting his father's cruelty, he is drawn to the light, to the divine. The Demon King, enraged by his son's defiance, vows to destroy him. A clash between the forces of light and darkness unfolds. Will the child's devotion be enough to overcome his father's wrath? Or will the demon king's reign of terror continue unchecked?

What's more melodious than Krishna's flute?

A shopkeeper in a small village debates whether or not to be honest with a customer.

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"The accused is found guilty for charges of the following: sexual Assault, Non-consensual, Marital Arrangements, Murder, Mutilation of corpses, breaking and entering, grave robbery, buying and selling of illegal drugs. Anyone who has anything to add or object to in this list may rise now." I timidly stood, all eyes in the room staring intently at me. "I object, your honour. There was never anything done without consent." "37 years, a bail of one-hundred thousand dollars is in place." The judge whipped his gavel against the sound block.

This story is based on the real life of a devotee. Some fictions have been added to make this story more special.

Amelia was a chubby girl, with rosy cheeks and a contagious laughter that could light up a room. But behind her smile lay a yearning that consumed her thoughts, shaping the very fabric of her existence. She suffered from apotemnophilia-an overwhelming desire to be an amputee. For years, Amelia harbored this secret in silence, exploring her desires through hidden online communities and the depths of her imagination. She longed to experience the world in a way that defied societal norms, to shed the confines of her able-bodiedness and embrace a different reality. It was a dangerous desire, one that danced perilously close to tragedy. And then, fate intervened with a cruel twist. On a dark and stormy night, Amelia found herself trapped within the wreckage of a tragic car accident. The screams of twisted metal and shattering glass echoed in her ears as her life hung in the balance. When she woke in the sterile confines of a hospital room, she discovered that her secret desire had become a horrifying reality-

"Just another LA Devotee." ~~~ When Faelecia decides to disregard the news, telling the residents to stay in their house, she get's the shock of her life. Will she be capable of making it through the hell? Or will he be capable of making it through her hell? (Emphasis on the word her.)

July, 1983. That's when I first saw them. The five men that would become my focus for most of my life. Duran Duran. Each fan of this particular band has their own personal story to tell, whether it be short, or long. This is my tale. My fandom experiences from my perspective. How this band has affected my life. Probably forever.

It was just another day of making pizza. The only amazing thing to happen today was that I met Brendon Urie. Later while walking home im grabed and dragged into an allyway. Now im in a complicated situation and im no where close to figureing out how to get out. (There will be language such as swearing, and possible sexual themes at some point the whole story is about Brendon Urie kidnapping you so yeah the first three chapters are going to be the only okay ones basically)

Just a translation, as I couldn't find it anywhere so i decided to put mine in here. I really liked this Hindi poem by Kabir and I know this isn't even half of wit of the original version. I tried my best to get the tone of the poem, especially the old hindi, along with what kabir tried to make us understand and finessed a little with his poem including the rhyme scheme to keep it as accurate as I could. Hopefully it will give you exact same feeling I had when I first read this poem, for that is all but a poem is, the feeling it encapsulates means so much more than the literal meaning. I hope I did a decent job translating my favorite Hindi poem ever. Happy Reading.