This is a short piece I wrote for myself on 11th October 2010. I find on the eve of the 6th anniversary of Sri Chinmoy’s Mahasamadhi (a spiritual Master’s passing from this earthly plane onto the souls’ world) that I revisit the experience knowing how full of gratitude I am, and as I prepare for my 11 mile run tomorrow in dedication to my Guru.
This is what I wrote:
Your Master’s Voice
Is inside your heart,
For your soul and your Master
Are always together.
Sometimes one has to be reminded of how grateful and special one is to be on Sri Chinmoy’s spiritual path and how his compassion and protection knows no bounds.
I had an unforgettable experience on the day of Guru’s Mahsamadhi this year. It is one that came totally out of the blue and so unexpected. On each anniversary of Guru’s passing from this earth I run 11 miles as soulful as I can. I inwardly chant Supreme and Gratitude and think of Guru. This year as I was still recovering from the 24-hour race it was not my intention to run 11 miles that afternoon, but something inside me compelled me that I should run the 11 miles. It was a glorious day – blue sky, crystal clear and a shining sun. Everywhere was bathed in a wonderful sunlight and it was unseasonably warm for the time of year.
The miles went by quickly and the last two miles I was feeling so much gratitude and the last few miles inwardly chanted Supreme quickly. Near the end of my run as I came off Bristol’s Durdham Downs I was coming up to my 11th mile and, I had to cross a zebra crossing. I waited on the kerb as the car in the inside lane stopped and I then proceeded to run across. On the outside lane though the car never saw me and hit me full on. The force took my legs from under me and lifted me onto the bonnet. The pain of the impact was so intense. The momentum flung me onto the bonnet and my outstretched arms prevented my head from hitting the windscreen. I was then flung off and I bounced onto the ground and ended up flat on my back on the pavement. The front of his car finished a good 10 feet over the zebra crossing. At that point my mind was telling me that this was serious, and I won’t be running again for sometime. My mind was telling me with that that magnitude of force I must have broken my legs. The driver rushed out of his car and asked if I was seriously hurt and did I need an ambulance. I replied, “Just give me a moment”, as I took a few deep breaths. The driver said, “Did I hit you or did you bounce off my car?” I laughed and said as a matter of fact, “No … you hit me”. As quickly as the pain had come it quickly disappeared and it dawned on me that I was unhurt. The driver was saying “I’m really, really sorry, I didn’t see you”. I just said, “These things happen, don’t worry”.
Indeed these things do happen and that we do not know what their purpose is. Perhaps it was his destiny and mine and there was a purpose to why I was hit by him. Looking back on it in a way it was fortunate that he hit me and not anyone else. If he had hit a child or elderly person then the repercussions of his actions would have been catastrophic. That would have been very sad.
However, I was able to get up, felt that my legs were in good working order, and the rest of me was fine. I just had a minute scratch on my arm. He brushed the earth and leaves off me. I smiled – I think from a sense of relief and joy that I would still be able to run. The driver was astounded that I was unscathed, and I mentioned that, “Someone was watching over me”. Although all the traffic momentarily stopped, no one else got out of their cars and intervened or helped. It was as if this event happened within a bubble. It was a moment shared just between the driver and me. The driver was a really nice guy. I think he was quite bemused by the whole thing. I suppose he hadn’t anticipated this happening to him (it’s not everyday you run over a runner and you both smile about it) or my calm reactions towards him. I couldn’t feel any sense of anger or animosity towards him. I knew Guru and the Supreme had helped me and I was full of eternal gratitude. The last part of the conversation I had with the driver was just telling him to slow down in future. He realised that it was his error. I shook his hand, smiled and wished him well.
I ran the last mile back home and I knew something significant had happened.
I usually bruise very easily so I was expecting to be black and blue the next day. But you know what – nothing. I just know I was very lucky – very lucky that each day I can feel Guru’s and the Supreme’s presence and no more so than on that third anniversary of Guru’s passing behind the Curtain of Eternity.
11th October 2010.
My physical death
Is not the end of my life –
I am an eternal journey
Sri Chinmoy entered into Mahasamadhi on October 11th 2007.