Twice a year there is a special service day at the ECKANKAR Spiritual Campus. Volunteers come from all over to help beautify the Temple of ECK through gardening, cleaning, and working on the contemplation trails—just for love.
I was working with a team to renew an old garden. Our job was to dig up the top layer of rocks and then the soil to prepare the garden bed for new growth. Before commencing, I invited our team to do a spiritual exercise to look for spiritual meaning behind our task.
Together we sang HU, and then in contemplation we each inwardly asked to be shown the significance of what we were about to do. On the inner screen I saw that the garden we were digging was far deeper than it appeared in the physical plane. I kept digging through the many layers until I found treasure. Read More
When I was a child, my father worked with Her Majesty’s Naval Service. We lived near the Lagos lagoon, where I liked to play and swim with my friends.
One fateful day at the lagoon, I came across a timber raft. Large wood logs were tied lengthwise to form a raft. That was how timber was transported around the shores of Nigeria in those days. Someone had berthed the raft on the sandy shore. Part of it still floated on the water.
I climbed onto the first log, walked to its end, and jumped into the water. I went to the second log and did the same. Each jump landed my feet on watery but firm ground. It was not the first time I had played this game. Other children and I often played this game whenever there was a raft on the beach. That day I was alone. Read More
Rebazar Tarzs. The torchbearer of Eckankar in the lower worlds; the spiritual teacher of many ECK Masters including Peddar Zaskq, or Paul Twitchell, to whom he handed the Rod of ECK Power in 1965; said to be over five hundred years old, Rebazar Tarzs lives in a hut in the Hindu Kush mountains and appears to many as he helps the present Living ECK Master in the works of Eckankar. He served as the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master.
By Charles, California
An ECKist I knew had recently been to Tibet. He’d had such an amazing experience that he invited a few friends to return there with him. So I went to Tibet!
After we arrived in the country, whenever I interacted with Tibetans, I noticed they seemed to have a natural attitude of devotion and spirituality.
Our little group of friends hired tour guides, and they took us to visit temples. Not many tourists knew about a Tibetan Buddhist temple located in a large square area in the city of Lhasa. Only a few people milled around while my friends and I stood on its roof, admiring the 360-degree view of the surrounding Himalayas. Read More
Eckankar conducted a “Journey of Spiritual Discovery” survey that asked questions about ECKists’ experiences. A survey question was “What unanswered spiritual questions did you have PRIOR to finding Eckankar?” The responses of one ECKist seem to reflect a world where many people have lost their heart connections. This person recalled asking, “Am I loved? Am I worthy? Am I alone in this?”
In the following story Linda, an ECKist in Nigeria, shares a personal experience that answered these questions for her. Read More
Soul Travel is a valuable skill that can be learned by almost anyone who is willing to invest the time and patience. It is a bridge over the gulf that divides the human from the spiritual consciousness.
A chela in Africa lay down in bed, covered his ears with pillows, and listened to the ECK Sound, which was like a sibilant, rushing wind in the distance—but still very close and within him. Soon, he felt a sucking motion at the top of his head, but he was not afraid. He then felt himself totally withdraw from his physical body and hover in space over the bed. Read More
Yaubl Sacabi. YEEOW-buhl sah-KAH-bee The ECK Master among the Mycenaeans (who invaded Greece during the period between 2000–1700 BC). He served as the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master.
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. Read More
I was nineteen, going on twenty, and working late nights at a restaurant in Brisbane, Australia. A few months earlier, I had dropped out of Queensland University where I had been studying engineering. Academic life wasn’t what I had hoped for. I was yearning to grow as a person and to rub shoulders with life, but university just seemed to be a much more challenging version of school with very little scope for personal growth. I was a seeker. Read More