Soul Travel Surprise
I sat with my sister, her boyfriend, and about forty other people in an Eckankar workshop on past lives, dreams, and Soul Travel.
Thrilled as I was to be with my sister after an absence of a few years, I still felt an empty spot. I missed my wife, April, and our two boys. They couldn't make the trip to the ECK Worldwide Seminar with me.
At about two in the afternoon, the facilitators asked our group to try a Soul Travel exercise.
"Place your attention above and between your eyebrows," they said.
This point is the Tisra Til, or the Third Eye. It's a place where Soul—you, as a conscious, individual spark of God—resides.
"Now take a deep breath, and join us in singing HU. It's pronounced like the word hue. HU is an ancient name for God; it's sung as a love song to God. Now imagine a place you would like to be right now, just for a moment or two."
I knew right where that was—home.
Together our group sang HU. The sound filled the room like a celestial symphony. It spirited me to Minneapolis, to the couch in our living room where I sat for a second with my hands folded. Then I got up, moved around, and looked in on the boys playing. April was busy with household chores. Although it all seemed to be just my imagination, it still felt real. It felt warm and comfortable to be with them.
But then the facilitators recalled us from the Soul Travel exercise to the workshop. My sister and her friend said they had enjoyed their experiences too.
Then it was off to other meetings.
We three met the next morning to hear Sri Harold Klemp speak. Later, my sister and her friend treated me to a walk along the beach and a quick tour of Hollywood before they drove me to the airport for my afternoon flight home to Minneapolis.
That evening my family greeted me at the airport with hugs and animated stories about the week we'd spent apart. On the ride home I told April all about my sister and that her friend was a nice guy. But I wanted April and the boys to know how much I'd missed them, so I told of the Soul Travel workshop.
"I Soul Traveled home Saturday," I said.
Wide-eyed, she looked at me and said, "What time was that?"
"Oh, a little after two, California time."
"You know," she said, pointing to my younger son, "around four o'clock our time, this little guy said, 'Mommy, I just saw Dad in the kitchen with you out of the corner of my eye. He was standing next to you with his hand on your shoulder.' "
Allowing for the difference in time zones, it was the exact same time.
Excerpted from Past Lives, Dreams, and Soul Travel, copyright © 2003 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.