Eckankar, Religion of the Light and Sound of God

Personal Experiences with the Living ECK Master

Beyond the Veil of Death

Death Opens a Window on Soul's Eternal Journey

By AB

My mother, Gloria, a longtime member of Eckankar, began to have little strokes that often left her confused and weak. She was hospitalized and often unconscious. My schedule during this time was to go to the hospital late in the morning, spend a couple of hours with Mom, then return home for a quick nap before going to my restaurant job.

One afternoon as my mother lay unconscious, I began reading out loud from Our Spiritual Wake-Up Calls, Mahanta Transcripts, Book 15, by Sri Harold Klemp, spiritual leader of Eckankar.

When I looked up, her eyes were open. She managed a small smile.

"Do you want me to keep reading?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

I knew that even if her physical body was unconscious, as Soul she was listening and keeping her connection with the Mahanta through his words. So it became my custom to read to her every day. Reading, holding her hand, and telling her that I loved her were my messages of love to her.

One night, my husband, Burdoc, awoke in the dream state to find my mother beside him. She appeared lost.

"Gloria," he said to her. "Where's the Mahanta?"

At the sound of his words, Mom turned her head. Burdoc could see she recognized him.

"Gloria," he said again. "Where's the Mahanta?"

"Mmm?" Mom murmured drowsily.

"Gloria!" he almost shouted. "Where's the Mahanta?"

My mother's expression suddenly cleared. She looked around and focused on Wah Z, the inner form of the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master who had been standing quietly nearby the whole time. As her eyes came to rest on him, a beautiful light glowed in her.

Then Burdoc's eyes snapped open, and he gently shook me awake to tell me what had just happened.

That afternoon, after visiting Mom in the hospital, I dragged myself home for my nap. It was Friday, and I knew it would be a busy evening at the restaurant. I set the alarm for twenty minutes but awoke a few minutes early, suddenly aware that Mom was sitting in front of me.

In her Soul body, she looked to be ten years younger. Her makeup was neatly applied, and she wore a yellow blouse and a serene smile. With her hand on my shoulder and a tender look in her eyes, she said, "I just wanted to make sure you're getting my message of love."

The experience lasted only seconds. It brought not only Mom's message of love, but also the reassurance that Mom was now awake and aware in the inner worlds.

Mom translated from this life the following week. Burdoc and I were beside her, holding her hand, reminding her to go with the Mahanta.

She walked away from her empty shell, holding his hand.

Excerpted from the 2006 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 2005 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

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