A Visit from ECK Master Yaubl Sacabi
By Eric, Ghana
I am filled with love as I share this experience I had after returning from an ECK regional seminar in Ghana.
The following day, tired after the long-distance travel (500 km), I woke up at 8:30 and did my spiritual exercise to surrender the day’s activities to the Mahanta. My bereaved wife was gone for two days so I would have to do the household chores.
When I started the exercise, I experienced a stomach upset. So I walked to the detached washroom of our house to attend to nature’s call. Immediately after I stepped out of the washroom and raised my head, I saw a bald-headed man dressed in a white, long-sleeved shirt and a sea-blue pair of trousers. He had a black traveling bag on his stout, right shoulder and sat on a wooden bench, a few meters in front of my kitchen door. I had a nudge that I knew this particular man very well, but couldn’t recollect how, exactly, I knew him.
When I walked closer to him, he greeted me by saying, “Welcome back.” I replied with a thank-you, then went to the kitchen to wash bowls and clean the gas cooker to complete the day’s household chores. It was now 10:50.
This man continued sitting there alone, looking here and there. I paused to look at him but we didn’t interact.
Finally he got up and walked to the kitchen door, where we stood face-to-face, gazing at each other. He said, “I have come to visit you.” I responded with a big thank-you. But then he started walking away. I was peering at him from the kitchen window across an area that was open for several hundred meters all around. When he had walked about forty to fifty meters away, I turned to pick up a napkin to clean my hand—a movement that took less than five seconds. When I looked back out, the man was nowhere to be found. I was astonished, though not afraid. The encounter had lasted twenty minutes in an absolutely quiet midmorning, with no one else in the house or area.
The following day, I turned a page on the 2016 Eckankar-Ghana calendar, from February to March. Suddenly I heard a clear, soft voice telling me, “Yesterday I visited you.” The calendar had pictures of ECK Masters of the Ancient Order of the Vairagi, including the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. Each picture of an ECK Master was featured on the calendar for a period of two months. Yaubl Sacabi was featured for the months of March and April!
I realized it was Yaubl Sacabi who had visited me. This unforgettable, physical encounter with an ECK Master was preceded by another experience that happened years earlier, when I was a Second Initiate in Eckankar.
In a dream in early 1989, Yaubl Sacabi took me to the Hindu Kush mountain range to the west of the Himalayas. We went to a huge temple with mosquelike architecture to read the second book of the Shariyat. This was before I joined Eckankar in 1990. Since then I have had several other experiences with him. So I call him “My Old Man.”
For so many years in my daily contemplation, I put in a request to see him personally. Lo and behold, on that lovely, serene day, his visit to me became a reality. Thank you, Yaubl Sacabi. And thank you, Mahanta.