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
Fubbi Quantz. FOO-bee KWAHNTS The Mahanta, the Living ECK Master during the time of Buddha, about 500 BC. A teacher of Firdusi, the Persian poet, he was also the spiritual guide for Columbus and encouraged his voyage to the Americas in order to revitalize the depleted nutrition of the Europeans.
By Christopher, North Carolina
As a spiritual seeker, I found the ECKANKAR Web site very helpful and informative. In my heart I knew this was for me. I wrestled with it for almost a month, but then I thought, What would hurt to get a one-year membership? After all, if I was unhappy with it or didn’t like it, I could get right back into metaphysics. So I jumped right in. I went online, made a donation, and signed up for membership.
The next day, I decided to do the HU. I wanted to see what all the hype was about. So I started to sing HU. I felt awkward, but I continued. Still feeling awkward, I pressed through the battle in my mind. I focused on my Third Eye. I began to feel the pure vibration I had felt a short time before, when I visited an ECK Center. I began to be filled up with love. The awkwardness was certainly gone. I was raptured in Spirit. 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
One Friday, a few years ago, I started to have a conversation with God.
I live in Washington state, and wildfires were raging there. That year over a quarter of a million acres burned in Washington—the worst ever up to that date.
My brother “Shane,” also an ECKist, lived in a distant part of the state. I had been keeping in touch with him about the fires. And then, for two days, I lost all communication with him. At the same time, I could track the fire closing in on him on the Internet, and I saw that the fire was a mere thousand yards away. Read More
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
I had just had surgery. Lying in my hospital bed after the operation, I heard a woman in the next room crying. I was not alone in my pain. My heart opened in compassion for the woman’s discomfort, and I hoped the nurse would get to her quickly and bring her some relief.
I needed some relief too. Now that the surgery was over, I knew it would take a long time for me to heal. I faced many months of recuperation.
I stared silently up at the ceiling, knowing that it would be difficult. I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay in my physical body. But as an ECKist, I also knew that all was in its rightful place. Every experience has a purpose. Read More
I have been asked by a number of people, and I am sure many more wonder, why are you an ECKist? What does it mean to be an ECKist?
Well the textbook description of an ECKist is a person who is a member of Eckankar. To many I suppose it sounds strange, a name they have not heard before, unknown terms like Light and Sound, and Mahanta.
I won’t share here what ECKANKAR is in an academic sense, rather, I will share what it means to me, what my experience of almost 40 years has been. Read More
Bella, a lamb, was born on a cold March day in Minnesota. While her twin brother was large and robust, Bella was small and frail. The next morning, mother and son were doing well, but Bella was weak and cold. I carried her into the house, wrapped a blanket around her, then held her in my arms while telling her I loved her and that Sugmad loved her too. Read More
I was driving home from seeing my sixteen-year-old daughter. She lives with her mother now, about an hour and a half south of me by highway. She was troubled and worried about some things and not able, she thought, to talk to her mother about them.
My heart went out to her as I tried to come up with some solutions for her. Try as I might, I just felt I wasn’t helping her much. I wanted to make her problems go away, as all parents do, but knew realistically these were all part of her learning lessons and balancing out her karma with others—especially her mother! I was frustrated and disappointed in myself for not being able to help her more than just listening and being accepting and loving. Read More