That had to be a plane, I thought. Nothing else could possibly be moving so fast. Alarmingly the force of the fast-moving object’s impact snapped off my driver’s seat. My car catapulted forward.
I was traveling at about sixty miles per hour on I-75 north of Atlanta, Georgia, and getting ready to exit. A couple minutes prior to impact I saw jets taking off from Dobbins Air Reserve Base. It wasn’t a plane that hit me, though, but an uninsured nineteen-year-old driving an unregistered vehicle. Later, witness reports put his speed at over a hundred miles per hour as he wove in and out of traffic.
The back end of my car moved to the right. The wheels on my Toyota Corolla seemed to grab the road surface as the car began to turn over. I knew how fast I was going. I knew the car would roll in a wild tumble. I absolutely knew that I could not and would not survive. It was without a doubt one of those entire-life-in-a-flash moments. There wasn’t time for any lengthy reminiscing. Read More
This clip—and the transcript below—is from Harold Klemp‘s 2007 talk “Change Is Change.”
This is the story of “Alita.” She’s the mom of Minnou, a cat she’s owned for ten years. I have to say, the only name that I haven’t changed in these stories is Minnou’s. I don’t think she’ll mind.
During the ten years that Minnou has lived in Alita’s home, the Spiritual Exercises of ECK have become very important for Minnou. This is the HU session with the Mahanta, the Inner Master.
Well, Alita had just taken up knitting. She became so engrossed in knitting one day, she knitted clean through the time set aside for the HU session. OK, Minnou forgave her that day, but this HU session is for Minnou too. Read More
Some people never recognize the blessings they receive. Others may look back and realize they’ve had a gift of healing of some sort. Maybe something has changed at work to make their life better. But it depends upon the individual—how conscious you are.
A spiritual exercise to begin recognizing your gifts is this: Sing HU quietly to yourself or out loud. Look at the obstacles in your life that you think are stumbling blocks. Imagine them becoming stepping-stones. How are they teaching you about yourself? Open yourself and gain greater awareness of this as you sing HU. Read More
The word HU will spiritualize you. It’s an ancient name for God. Sing HU on the way to work, for instance, and you will find that you have a different way of looking at the people around you and at the work you do.
Just sing HU every day. Take it to heart, and then go about your daily life.
Wherever you are, do the things that are necessary: bring home the groceries, sweep the floor. Do these things, and someday you will find that you have the secret of truth in your hand. You will have the secret of truth in your heart.
As I often do, I declared myself a vehicle for the Mahanta one day before arriving at the hospital where I work. I would try my best to see with the Master’s eyes, listen with the Master’s ears, and feel with the Master’s heart.
A little while after I started my shift, I noticed the light flashing above a patient’s door. It indicated that a patient in the room needed assistance.
I knocked on her door. “Please come in,” said a voice inside the room. I entered and saw a woman lying in bed, bandaged and hooked up to IVs.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in an angry voice. Read More
This clip—and the transcript below—is from Harold Klemp’s 2014 talk “The Language of Love (2014).”
Sarah was living with her mom, Miriam, and Miriam was fighting depression. For no reason at all, she would just burst into tears. A waterfall would come gushing out, and there she was, just crying and crying. Sarah felt really bad about the whole thing, and she asked the Inner Master, the Mahanta, “Mahanta, what can I do to help my mom?”
So she chanted HU aloud. Then she talked to her mom, and she kissed her mom. And guess what? You guessed wrong. Her mom became angry. She did not like that. Don’t touch, keep away. So it didn’t help. Read More
A dear friend and I traveled from Oklahoma to Minneapolis for the annual ECK Springtime Seminar. Unfortunately, due to weather, our direct flight was canceled, and instead we had to take two flights, through Atlanta, to get to the seminar. I had been suffering from an inner-ear/dizziness problem for the last four years, and this was my first trip away from home. So, keeping my energy level and balance intact was critical. By the time we got through two bumpy flights and waited forty-five minutes for the hotel shuttle at the Minneapolis airport, my “low-energy-level light” was flashing red; I was very drained and had an upset stomach. Read More
“Cecile” attended workshops at an ECK Worldwide Seminar and focused upon her mission: Be yourself and serve life.
Drawn to the park across from the site of the seminar, the Minneapolis Convention Center, she came upon a joyful wedding party gathered for photographs, while golden sunlight splashed the autumn leaves overhead. But the perfection of the moment was suddenly broken.
An angry bicyclist was cursing a car parked at the curb in front of the park’s entrance. It was blocking the bike lane.
The driver emerged from the car, explaining, “I’m trying to get these ninety-year-old people out of the car.” Then he added, “God bless.” Cecile guessed the passengers were the proud grandparents of the bride and groom. The harsh scolding of the bicyclist had opened the door for her to clear the air by offering an act of kindness to comfort the family.
This clip—and the transcript below—is from Harold Klemp’s 2007 talk “Change Is Change.”
Myra also has two grandsons. One Saturday morning, they came over to visit. “Mark” is the older; he’s thirteen. “Jimmy” is eleven.
Myra greeted them with a lot of joy. She loves them dearly. Then she said to them, “It’s just about time for my spiritual exercises. You’re free to stay out here or go to the den and watch cartoons on TV.” They said, “No. No. We want to do a spiritual exercise with you.” So Myra said, “OK.” They went into her bedroom and sat on her bed.
She said, “All right. Look for the Light, and listen for the Sound. Look into your Spiritual Eye.”
It wasn’t five minutes later that she heard this snickering. Myra opened one eye. She’s been around. She peeks. She saw the younger grandson, Jimmy, sitting with his hand covering his mouth, laughing. Over his hand, she saw these two laughing eyes. At the same time, Mark, the older boy, was whispering in one of those stage whispers intended for Grandma’s ears, no doubt. He said, “She’s making it up! She’s making it up!” Read More