This clip—and the transcript below—is from Harold Klemp’s 2007 talk “Change Is Change.”
Myra also has two grandsons. One Saturday morning, they came over to visit. “Mark” is the older; he’s thirteen. “Jimmy” is eleven.
Myra greeted them with a lot of joy. She loves them dearly. Then she said to them, “It’s just about time for my spiritual exercises. You’re free to stay out here or go to the den and watch cartoons on TV.” They said, “No. No. We want to do a spiritual exercise with you.” So Myra said, “OK.” They went into her bedroom and sat on her bed.
She said, “All right. Look for the Light, and listen for the Sound. Look into your Spiritual Eye.”
It wasn’t five minutes later that she heard this snickering. Myra opened one eye. She’s been around. She peeks. She saw the younger grandson, Jimmy, sitting with his hand covering his mouth, laughing. Over his hand, she saw these two laughing eyes. At the same time, Mark, the older boy, was whispering in one of those stage whispers intended for Grandma’s ears, no doubt. He said, “She’s making it up! She’s making it up!” Read More
Every time you walk through a doorway today, whether at work or at home, know that on the inner planes you are walking through a doorway to heaven. And that is every doorway, as long as you recognize this in your consciousness.
For example, suppose you have a difficult meeting with your boss or coworkers. As you walk through the door into the meeting, know that you are entering the room with a newer, higher consciousness. Read More
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
Someone sent me a poem. The title was “The Calf Path,” and one of the lines in it was “the calf-paths of the mind.” It tells an interesting story.
Three hundred years ago there was a little calf on its way home. It meandered as it made its way along a path that led through the forest, and as the calf wandered and made its trail, it disappeared into history. The next day, along came a dog. He was just out for a walk when he smelled these tracks, and he decided to follow the path of the calf. A few days later there came a bellwether, the sheep that leads the flock, and by some coincidence this sheep followed the trail made by the calf and the dog. Read More
This clip—and the transcript below—is from Harold Klemp’s 2009 talk “The Secret Path to Heaven.”
I’d like to start with some questions from the youth, because they’re always challenging.
The first question is: When everything is going right, I begin to take my spiritual life and connection with the Mahanta, the Inner Master, for granted. How can I keep my inner fire alive?
Well, life has a wonderful way of nudging us back on track. The mind has a very natural tendency to want to go back to the track it came from. That’s the mind. So the experiences in life will see us having a good time—easy going, easy rolling. Then suddenly things will turn around and go wrong. Read More
Have you ever felt a hunger for something you can’t even put words to?
What if you are actually on a journey—a quest—that has spanned the ages, continents, lifetimes? It has survived victories, tragedies, wealth and poverty, unimaginable gains and losses. Death and rebirth time and again.
The journey is worth everything. Because you are the hero, and your saga continues until the quest is fulfilled.
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
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