“Cecile” attended workshops at an ECK Worldwide Seminar and focused upon her mission: Be yourself and serve life.
Drawn to the park across from the site of the seminar, the Minneapolis Convention Center, she came upon a joyful wedding party gathered for photographs, while golden sunlight splashed the autumn leaves overhead. But the perfection of the moment was suddenly broken.
An angry bicyclist was cursing a car parked at the curb in front of the park’s entrance. It was blocking the bike lane.
The driver emerged from the car, explaining, “I’m trying to get these ninety-year-old people out of the car.” Then he added, “God bless.” Cecile guessed the passengers were the proud grandparents of the bride and groom. The harsh scolding of the bicyclist had opened the door for her to clear the air by offering an act of kindness to comfort the family.
Soul moves through the evolutionary process in a number of different forms, including those of animals and birds. These are some of the many different ways in which Soul gains experience, thereby gaining expression of Its divine self.
In the process, Soul must learn to receive love and to give love.
One of the best ways to learn how to give and receive divine love is to chant HUas a daily spiritual exercise. Simply sit comfortably where no one will disturb you, close your eyes, and gaze gently into your Spiritual Eye. This is the point between your eyebrows, at the center of your forehead. Then sing HU softly on your outgoing breath. Read More
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
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
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
A search for happiness is the pursuit of God. Yet the reason so many people fail to find happiness is because they look for it in the wrong place—at the market instead of in their hearts.
It takes discipline to pursue God.
There is no mystery to finding God: just follow the Sound of the divine Voice back home. Could anything be easier? Not so for most people, for whom the pursuit of God is as unlikely as the phenomenon of a flying rabbit. And why? It’s simply not in their consciousness yet to know that the destiny of each Soul is to become a Co-worker with God, who expects more of us than an eternity of eating and play. Read More
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
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.