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Bonds of Love—a Gift to Always Cherish

By Ruth, Ontario, Canada

My father was in the hospital recovering from a major heart attack when I was in my early twenties. I was not yet a member of Eckankar, and I was terribly afraid he was going to die.

After crying myself to sleep one night, I was awakened by a group of people at the foot of my bed. I knew them to be relatives who had passed on. My father’s mother was among them, making beckoning motions and appearing to say something. From this I took assurance that, when my father’s time did come, he would be met by those who loved him. There was nothing for him—or me—to fear.

Seven years later, I was married, had become an ECKist, and was preparing to follow my husband to England for his studies. Dad had become increasingly frail, and I knew I would likely not see him alive again. I was sad to go but comforted myself that he would not leave this world without finding a way to say good-bye. Read More

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The Angel on the Bus

By Mimi, Oklahoma

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

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My Life-after-Death Dream

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

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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.” Read More

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Finding Hidden Treasure—Giving Service and Being Served

By Benny, Minnesota

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

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A Dream Reunion Heals a Grieving Heart

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

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Heart Surgery: A Spiritual Transformation

By Norine, Ontario, Canada

Right before my heart surgery, I sang HU as I was given the anesthetic and felt myself fading away. I remember being in a place where all was blue.

The operation went very well, and on my way back to the cardiac intensive care unit, the word Mahanta flashed into my semiconscious state. Each passing hallway light seemed to sing Mahanta to me! I didn’t even have much pain, although everyone had told me it would hurt a lot. Read More

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Love Should Be the Smile You Wear

By Emeka, Nigeria

As a member of Eckankar, you can study monthly spiritual discourses that come from the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. ECK members (chelas) plant their feet on a direct path to draw ever closer to the heart of God through the ECK initiations, which include receiving a sacred personal word. Sri Harold says this secret word “fine-tunes you to the life stream of God, Divine Spirit.”

In Emeka’s story below, she describes a spiritual exercise that began with reading her ECK discourse and chanting her personal word, then developed into a Soul Travel experience where the Mahanta, her spiritual guide, led her to an inner volume of the Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Eckankar’s sacred scriptures. It expanded her awareness with blessings of love and spiritual wisdom. Read More

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An ECK Master Helps Out During a Trying Time

Kata Daki.  An ECK Master in the Ancient Order of the Vairagi Adepts…. Although her true age is beyond belief, she appears to be in her midtwenties to early thirties. She is five and a half feet tall. Her light-brown (honey-blond) hair often falls to her shoulders, but she changes hairstyles to fit her duties. Like all the ECK Masters, she serves Sugmad (God) by helping others find the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. Her pet project is to help people get back on their feet during hardship.

By Ann, Virginia

Two months after my young husband translated (died), I was shopping in a department store with my eighteen-month-old son. I was not an ECKist at the time. When the shopping was finished, my son did not want to leave the store. He went into a temper tantrum, and I was beside myself.

My husband’s death had overwhelmed me. I was still deeply grieving, and even the simple task of taking my son out of the stroller and out of the store while he was screaming was a chore. My arms were laden with bundles, and I couldn’t figure out how to carry him too. It was too much. Read More

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How an ECK Master Saved and Guided Me

By Anthony, Nigeria

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

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