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The Mahanta Knows My Number

By Peri, Alberta, Canada

The phone rang one day as I was on my way to work in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. Normally I do not answer the phone while driving, especially if the call is from an unknown number. But on this occasion I felt compelled to pick it up. The voice at the other end said, “Is this the correct number? A white man gave me this number in a dream last night and said I should call it this morning. Is this the correct number?”

“Yes,” I said, sensing the white man he mentioned must be the Mahanta. Then he began telling me his story, but I had to stop him. “I am driving,” I said. “I’ll call you back in two hours.”

Upon reaching my destination, I returned his call. What happened, I asked, and why was my mobile phone number given to him?

“Life has been very hard for me,” he said. “After graduating from trade school, I could not get a job. I was advised to train as a construction-equipment operator, so I did that but still couldn’t find a job. Following further advice, I qualified as an overhead-crane operator. Still I remained unemployed, no matter how hard I tried. I was getting very tired of acquiring new skills that could not secure me a job.

“I am an orphan, alone in this world. The house my parents left behind is almost collapsed because I couldn’t maintain it. I thought to myself, There’s no point in continuing to suffer and making no headway in life. Last night, I made up my mind to take my own life by hanging myself. I planned to get what I needed today and go into the forest tonight to execute my plan.

“As I slept last night, I had a dream where I saw myself in the forest where I had planned to go. I had set up everything and was about to put the rope over my head, when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. When I looked, I saw a white man standing behind me. I asked him what he was doing there—a white man in a lonely African forest at night.

“‘Don’t do it. What is your problem?’ the white man said to me.

“I told him life was not worth living if I couldn’t get a job. At that point the white man gave me a telephone number and told me to call it first thing in the morning. I told him, ‘I do not want a lot of talk. All I want is a job so I can live a normal life. I do not want to talk to anyone who cannot give me a job.’

“The white man said, ‘Call the number, and your problems will be solved.’

“So that is why I called your number. Is it the right number? Can you give me a job?”

“OK,” I told him. “Come to my office, and let’s talk.”

“I have no money to travel into town. It is almost a two-hour bus ride,” he said.

“No problem,” I said to him. “Borrow money from whomever you can. I will refund your bus fare when we meet.”

The following day, he came to meet me as agreed.

He was about five feet four inches tall and looked to be in his midtwenties. As he entered my office he saw Sri Harold Klemp’s photo on the wall. He pointed at it and screamed, “That’s him! That’s him! The white man that met me in the forest.”

After repeating his story, he paused for a moment while looking at the Master’s photo. Shaking his head, he said, “How could I remember that long telephone number when I woke up?” It was an eleven-digit number. Then he asked me again, “Will you give me a job?”

I told him the white man he saw in his dream is Sri Harold Klemp, the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. He is the spiritual leader of Eckankar. I introduced the Mahanta to him and briefly explained to him the basic teaching of Eckankar. I taught him how to sing HU, that wonderful, healing love song to God. I shared with him how HU has helped me in very difficult times. We sang HU together, and I gave him some reading material to take home. Also, I put a call through to the local director of Eckankar in his hometown. They exchanged contact information and agreed to meet when he got back home.

When he came to my office, all he wanted was a job. I assured him, “The most important thing in life is not a job. If you have the Mahanta in your life, everything gets sorted out.” He left my office happy and very grateful for the special gifts he had gotten that day.

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