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The Red Carnation

An ECK Master Takes Me on a Journey of Remembrance

By TW

My past-life journey began in my garden.

While hanging out my wash one afternoon, I was drawn to the red flowers of a dwarf carnation I had recently planted. This is God on a stem, I thought as I inhaled its sweet aroma.

I ran to get my husband, who was working on the car. "Come with me," I said, linking my arm through his. "I want to show you God." Together we enjoyed the heavenly aroma of my beautiful red flowers.

That night as I slept, I found myself standing in the company of a man. The robe he was wearing was made of the same white cloth that covered his head, and I soon realized it was the ECK Master Fubbi Quantz.

We watched together as four short scenes unfolded before us.

In the first scene, a small group of brown-skinned native men, clad only in loincloths, were digging a shallow, circular pit. As we watched, they rammed twelve hollow sticks into the inside edge of the pit, equally spaced, pointing toward the center.

Then they covered the pit with two layers of long, hollow poles at right angles to each other and topped it all off with a layer of earth. The scene faded away.

A different scene appeared before us. Three of these same tribesmen were attempting to cross a deep and rocky ravine. Two men jumped across safely. The third didn't make it. He fell into the ravine.

The third scene unfolded. A woman with long, black hair was pulling a primitive cart piled high with dry wood. Atop the stack lay six long-stemmed red carnations. "Those are sacred flowers," said the Master by my side. "She has been given special permission to pick them."

This scene closed, and the final one opened. This time, Fubbi Quantz showed me an ankle. "The ankle is very hard to heal," he said. "There are so many small bones. The ankle is this people's weak point."

I awoke wondering at the meaning of what I had seen. I lay very still, replaying the images in my mind. Gradually I began to understand.

The man who had fallen into the ravine was my husband in that lifetime, and also my husband today. When he fell, he had broken his ankle. Because it would not heal, he was sacrificed by our tribe. This was our way. The pit dug by the tribesmen was a burial pit.

The woman pulling the cart was me, and the red carnations were part of the burial ceremony. Their beautiful fragrance made this the flower of their God. I still love their scent today.

Through keeping myself open to Divine Spirit, I discovered a great truth. What began in my backyard with the fragrant smell of a red carnation became a journey back in time, and I discovered a connection to a past life with my husband that I had never known existed. I gained a more complete understanding of the love between my husband and myself in this life. Now I know that we are all connected to each other through the power of love.

Excerpted from the 2007 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 2006 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

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