By Philippe, Quebec, Canada
I had a powerful dream which lasted only four minutes, but it was an extreme four minutes.
The dream was about my translation, my death. I was sitting on an operating table. The lights were all on, and the room was full of machines that were all turned on. I looked to my left, and my physical body was lying on the table.
Strangely, I wasn’t scared or surprised to see my body. I realized that I was dead, but I wasn’t afraid. On the positive side, I was now free. I then looked to the end of the room. The Mahanta, the Living ECK Master was there, watching me. At his left was a door of light of a magnificent brilliance. He then invited me, with a simple gesture of his left hand, to enter the door of light. Read More
By Kathleen, Illinois
A few years ago, my friend Jim passed away suddenly. He’d been a companion with whom I lived for many years. Like me, he was a longtime member of Eckankar. His passing left me feeling shocked, lonely, bereft—and unaccountably angry.
Over the next month or two, I kept thinking of things he did that really annoyed me. I shifted between anger and missing him terribly.
Then one morning I had a fantastic dream. I was walking down a white marble hall and sensed Jim coming up behind me. I felt his right arm wrap around my shoulders and gather me to him, my cheek against his chest. Without looking up, I sobbed, “I miss you so much!” I felt his kiss on the very top of my head, and he breathed two compassionate, loving words, “I know.” Read More
By Harold Klemp
A Higher Initiate had been in Eckankar a long time. She had recently lost a younger sister to cancer. In the final days before the sister died—we say translated—her condition grew worse and worse. Finally the doctors decided to do an emergency operation. The sister was terrified of the operation. The ECKist wondered if she should have acted as more of a guardian for her sister against the intrusions of medicine. Her sister wasn’t going to live anyway.
As the operation was about to begin, the sick woman said to the doctors, “Leave my body alone, and let me die.” They kept interfering and interfering. All she wanted was peace. So she slipped into a coma, and the life-support systems were hooked up to her. After a few days, this younger sister finally died. The ECKist felt badly that she hadn’t protected her sister more in the final days of her life on earth. Read More
One morning, an ECKist who works as a school counselor in a county school district struggled to overcome fatigue and get to work on time. When his lethargy suddenly lifted, he decided not to call in sick, but instead drove to work. A little boy, sitting on a curb, crying, caught his attention. Something was obviously wrong, but should he intervene? Normally, he would never expect a child to accept a ride from a stranger. But as a school counselor, he was responsible for the well-being of the county’s students. He decided that the spiritual Law of Love applied in this situation. Offering the boy a ride would get him off the sidewalk and help him talk more freely about his troubles.
The excerpt below continues the account of the ECKist’s experience in “Love Is Stronger than Death,” from Unlocking Your Sacred Puzzle Box, Mahanta Transcripts, Book 6, by Harold Klemp. Read More
By Misty, Oregon
One of the things I want to be aware of is how to help out my family during transitions in life. The Spiritual Exercises of ECK help me do just that. Being in communication with this life source every day gives me nudges about my life, ways to solve problems, and insight into my dreams.
Just before my mom’s translation (death), I had a dream about her. Read More
By Harold Klemp
If Eckankar can offer people anything, it’s how to get over the fear of death. A woman, who found ECK during Paul Twitchell’s time, disagreed with her former church’s teaching that the dead remained unconscious in a black grave until Judgment Day. In her heart, she simply knew that was untrue. She began a search for books on reincarnation in bookstores and libraries. “Do you know how few books there were on reincarnation twenty years ago?” she asked. But Paul’s message of ECK gave her a hope such as she had never thought to find. He said that Soul is eternal, and that whoever is on “the high path of ECK always dwells in the spiritual planes.”
The consciousness of the public has indeed become broader since then, but death still alarms people. A common belief is that both the good and the evil are in their graves until the Last Day. This means that any of our loved ones who have passed on—father, mother, brother, or sister—are not in heaven at all, but in the ground. Job, the Old Testament figure, must still be there, waiting patiently, thirty-five centuries later. Read More
By Tineke, Netherlands
As a child, my family life wasn’t harmonious. I often felt lonely and rejected. After my father died, my relationship with my mother and older sister became even more strained. I tried to do all I could to heal the rift between us, but nothing worked.
Then my niece, Mary, became seriously ill. She was a devoted Christian but was terrified of death. She prayed every day for a miracle, begging God to heal her.
During this difficult time, I remained estranged from my family. Although I wasn’t able to visit them, I sent e-mails to support my niece and share my love for her. I also shared some of the ECK teachings that Soul is eternal and can never die. Read More
“I love you,” she whispered.
By Olumide, Texas
Several years ago, I got a phone call that changed my life. My daughter, Desola, had been seriously injured in a terrible car accident.
I rushed to the hospital but it was too late. Desola, whom I called “my princess,” had died.
As a student of the ECK teachings, I knew that, as Soul, Desola is eternal. I also knew that death of the physical body frees us from the bonds of earth, allowing us to move on to our next spiritual experience.
But the shock and trauma of the accident seemed to make it difficult for Desola to move on—to let go of her physical life. For several days, ECK friends and family saw Desola in their dreams. Often, I could sense her clinging to me. Read More
By Harold Klemp
A woman I’ll call Donna found Eckankar after her son Justin’s death in a motorcycle accident. She was very close to her son. Devastated by her loss, Donna was unable to find comfort at church. She regularly cried through the entire service. If only there was a way to feel closer to God, then maybe He would help her understand why the accident had occurred. More important, where was Justin now? Was he all right? She constantly prayed for help.
Five months later, while at her lowest ebb, she had an experience that changed her life. At first, she thought it was merely a dream, but it was actually Soul Travel. Read More
By Cathy, California
My beloved Golden Retriever Kirby had cancer and pancreatitis. I did not do very well at all spiritually during the months before his translation. The thought of being separated from him in the physical was not only sad, but filled me with fear. He and his sister had been such bright lights during some of my darkest hours, and I could not imagine being without this bit of heaven here on earth.
After he translated I was very sad for months, and the sleep that I lacked during the months of nursing him day and night had really thrown me out of balance. After six months I had the following dream. I was riding a bicycle and both he and his sister were running alongside me. I knew that my destination was too far for them to continue and I wondered what to do. Read More