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
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
By Harold Klemp
The Mahanta appears again in this world to gather up Souls to return to the true heavenly home. Wherever he goes and whatever he does, the great ECK power clears the way like the whirling winds of a storm.
—The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Book One, p. 180 Read More
By Daniel, California
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
By Harold Klemp
“Over all these lower worlds the Kal Niranjan was given the responsibility of exercising the power of the negative force. This Kal force was formed to have the strength to give life and body forms for each Atma which came to live in these negative worlds.”
—The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Book One, p. 89
On this day, practice gratitude for the gift of life itself and for your own body, mind, and emotions. For all the small things that help you sustain your existence in this world and help you unfold with experience.
You may find that you take extra care with your food, or are kind to yourself in your emotions.
Saying, “Thank you,” aloud or in your heart, is a way to feel God’s love.
From Spiritual Exercises for the Shariyat, Book One, p. 63
By Linda Anderson, Minnesota
The e-book edition of Autobiography of a Modern Prophet won the American Book Fest 2017 Best Book Award for New Age: Non-Fiction. Autobiography of a Modern Prophet was selected by a distinguished panel of industry judges from 2,000 entries.
For me, Sri Harold’s momentous journey before and after God-Realization twisted and turned like a fast-paced novel. He wrote, “The heart of this book is thus not the experience of God alone, but also the narrative that precedes and follows the experience. It shows how I had to come to terms with this unexcelled state of God Awareness in my everyday life.”
After hearing about the national award, I thought it would be cool to find out why other people love the book. The results follow. Read More
By Jennifer, California
My sister Carrie was on her way to visit me for my wedding anniversary celebration. I was happy she was coming and agreed to pick her up at the airport.
Almost as soon as she got into the car, she began to tell me stories about her new dog named Dillon, who is a Wheaten Terrier. Dillon was a rescue dog and very loving. My sister doted on him like a new mother over a baby.
When we arrived home, Carrie got a call from her husband, Jerry. He had taken Dillon up to their ranch in Montana. As he usually did, he let Dillon out to run around and explore. But this time, the dog hadn’t returned.
Dillon was missing. Read More
By Kathy, Washington
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