By Harold Klemp
“Donna” was going to have a new telecommunications company install their system in her home. She was switching companies. So one day a young phone rep came to her home. “Brian” was his name. She took him to her office and let him size up the place—see what kind of equipment she had, and decide what to do about it.
In the meantime, Donna was running around as quick as she could, straightening things up, moving things here and there, because it was her office, and it was cluttered. Brian looked around. Donna had all kinds of stuff in there. She had watercolors, art reproductions, road maps, photos of famous groups (I don’t know of what—musicians?). And then bookcases overloaded with Chinese medicine books and medicine. Read More
By Jonker, Netherlands
In March 2005, my wife and I paid a dear friend and her family in Kenya a visit. It was our first time in Kenya. When my friend married four years earlier, I was her best man. Although we are not related, she called me Abang, which means brother in the Malay language.
While visiting her, we took a three-day safari to the Maasai Mara wildlife reserve. Although I’d never been there before, I felt a strong bond with the endless African plains and the animals that roamed there, and also with the red-robed Maasai people who live in parts of Tanzania and Kenya. Wild beasts—lions, elephants, Thomson’s gazelles, wildebeests, buffalo, and giraffes—roamed the expansive dry grassland as far as the eye could see. Read More
By Thomas, Spain
Throughout my life, I’ve always managed to find work that is fulfilling. I’ve been an author, artist, and poet, and I have spoken at many cultural institutions on a variety of academic topics.
These jobs give me a lot of freedom, satisfaction, and contentment. But although I am able to support myself, my work hasn’t brought me a lot of financial success. Occasionally, I’ve still had to take a job that was less inspiring to me so I could make ends meet.
When these times came, I found myself facing a nagging fear: What if I lost the good fortune of earning my living in a creative way and was no longer able to do the things I loved to do? I was afraid of losing my freedom, afraid that life would become nothing but drudgery and routine work.
This fear haunted me. I couldn’t get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried. Often, I asked the Mahanta to help me understand where this fear came from. But I didn’t get any insights, and nothing seemed to change. Read More
In his talks and writings, Sri Harold Klemp often points out how practicing the spiritual principles taught in Eckankar can help a person become a more loving and generous human being. In the question and answer below, he explains how individual growth can benefit others.
By Harold Klemp
Q: We are indeed very fortunate to live in a spiritual golden age. How can we give greater service to all life?
A: The ECK teachings are for the individual. The group comes second.
A tree grows strong and tall if its character is embodied in the seed of its origin. Of greater importance, though, are other factors like soil, moisture, climate, and favorable sun and temperature. Ideal conditions are rare. Yet add time to this recipe, then mighty oaks from acorns grow. Read More
By Bonnie, New Mexico
I was going through a marriage breakup and wondered if I would ever find someone to love. It isn’t always easy to find the right person.
One day I went to an ECK event. When I arrived, there were already more than twenty people there. Looking around the room, I noticed a young man. There seemed to be a golden light around him. Although I hadn’t met him before, I felt we knew each other. Then I heard the voice of the Mahanta, the Inner Master.
“There he is!” he said. Read More
By Harold Klemp
Siamese cats can be very finicky and self-centered. But not Misha.
When Misha’s owner was sleeping in the morning, he lay very, very still. Most cats are different: as soon as they are awake and hungry, they start moving around, maybe licking your face. “Breakfast time. Let’s get up and go outside.” But not Misha.
Misha also had a habit of jumping into his owner’s arms, just wanting to be loved. And after he got hugged and loved, then it was time for breakfast. But loving always came first.
After a while, his owner began to notice there was a very close connection between the love that Misha gave and the behavior of a toy poodle she used to have named Lulu. Misha was acting a whole lot like Lulu. Read More
By Emmanuel, Nigeria
All my life, I constantly felt cheated and wondered why. The recurring experiences of people taking advantage of me were too many to count. I had almost resigned myself to the situation.
One day, after another loss, I vowed to find a solution to these problems by turning the situation over to the Mahanta, the Inner Master.
“Why is this happening?” I asked inwardly.
As a member of Eckankar, I’d learned that life is a series of births, deaths, and rebirths. I wondered if a karmic root from the past might offer an explanation. I decided to set aside some time and do a spiritual exercise to look at my past lives.
Before bed one night, I sang HU, the holy name for God. Singing HU allows me to hear more clearly the ECK, the Voice of God. I invited the Mahanta, also known as the Dream Master, to show me if a past life was the cause of my problems today. Read More
By Harold Klemp
What do you suppose makes people unhappy? A survey would probably list a hundred reasons, both real and imagined.
Now how many of those people do you think would like to hear the true reason for their unhappiness? Just a guess—very few.
The choices you’ve made in the past are the direct cause of all your unhappiness today.
If this answer doesn’t suit you, don’t read another word. You have better things to do. But maybe you’re one of the few people who doesn’t absolutely reject the above explanation for your unhappiness. Then keep reading. Perhaps you’ll see how and why individuals make bad choices.
Most important, you may learn how to stop making them.
By Peter, Japan
Some years ago, I was teaching in a vocational massage school. In my class there was a trio of students, all males, with whom I felt a greater-than-usual friendliness. We always held to our teacher-student roles, but somehow there was a sense of camaraderie behind our interactions.
As a teacher, I couldn’t show favoritism. But when I checked on their work in class or during a treatment in the student clinic, I noticed an ease and warmth among us.
Then something else began to happen. All three of them started giving me little salutes when we passed in the halls or on the stairs, always with a slightly ironic but friendly smile. I would nod back or give a little salute of my own. Read More