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ECK Masters—Paul Twitchell

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Anniversary Present


I am an ECKist, and my family is Christian. Through my daily practice of the Spiritual Exercises of ECK, I find the Holy Spirit touches my husband and children in many special ways. A few years ago, I had an extraordinary demonstration of this.

At the time my youngest son, James, was three years old. A recurring nightmare frequently woke him in the night. He would wake desperately crying for help. He would dream he was drowning in a sinking ship. Each time the ship went down, he dreamed he was thrown through the window into my arms. I was to care for him as his new mother. I felt he was reliving a premature and traumatic death in his last incarnation. Feeling powerless to assist him, I turned my problem over to the Mahanta.

Early on the morning of September 17, 1987, James came into my bedroom holding a single sheet of paper. "Here's a letter, Mommy. Paul gave it to me," he said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Paul. He came in the night," James said. "You wouldn't wake up, and he's gone home now. You missed him, but he'll be back."

"James, who is Paul? Where does he live?" I asked. "Tell Mommy what he's like."

"You know him, Mommy. He's Wah Z's* friend."

With that he climbed up the bookshelf and pulled down Dialogues with the Master by Paul Twitchell. Pointing to the photo of Paul on the cover, he exclaimed, "There he is, Mommy! He is coming back to take you and me out tonight."

Since I had never discussed Paul Twitchell with James, I was very puzzled. I took the piece of paper from him, racking my brains to think where the child could possibly have found it. When I checked later, no one in our home had seen it before. I had heard the ECK Masters assisted children in their spiritual unfoldment and in times of danger or distress, but I hadn't realized just how real it all was until now.

Holding the single sea green sheet of paper in the morning light, I examined the text carefully. Two poems were on one side, the reverse was blank. One poem was simply worded. It talked of giving love, acceptance, and approval to a child so he could learn to expect the same in the world around him. No author was credited. The other poem was "I Am There" by James Dillet Freeman. It contained these lines:

Do you need Me?
I am there.
You cannot see Me, yet I am the light
you see by.
You cannot hear Me, yet I speak
through your voice.

This very special visit from ECK Master Paul Twitchell cured James of his past-life nightmares. Later I checked on the significance of September 17. It was the anniversary of Paul Twitchell's death in 1971.

*The spiritual name of Sri Harold Klemp

Excerpted from the 1993 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 1992 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

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