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ECK Masters—Rebazar Tarzs

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A Visit from an ECK Master

A Special Spiritual Message Saved This Ecuadoran Woman's Life


"If you want to survive," boomed the deep voice of my visitor, "you must follow my instructions. As soon as the sun rises, you must go to the bus stop."

A heart attack had forced me to quit my job, and after fifteen days in bed, I was as weak as a kitten, unable to do anything for myself. I stared in disbelief at the bearded stranger by my bedside. Who was he? Where had he come from?

Strangely I felt no fear. The beautiful energy that radiated from him was familiar. I had felt that comforting presence at my side day and night since I had fallen ill.

"The bus stop is seven blocks away," I protested. "How will I ever get there?"

"If you want to survive, you must go now," came his reply. "Walk slowly. Catch the bus to Santo Domingo Plaza."

Again I asked, "How can I walk seven blocks in this condition?"

Brushing my protest aside, he repeated his command, "You must go now!" Then he was gone.

I dragged myself out of bed and struggled into my clothes. All the way to the bus stop I fought to stay on my feet, shaking and sweating profusely. But every time I faltered, I heard my benefactor's voice: "Keep going, keep going." Finally I reached the bus stop.

When the bus to Santo Domingo Plaza arrived, I felt a steadying arm help me aboard. There was no one in sight.

At my destination, I exited the bus and began to walk slowly across the plaza as I had been instructed. My inner guide spoke again. "Sit and rest on that bench for a few minutes. Then resume walking up the hill. Be alert. There is a man on his way down who has what you need."

After resting a bit, I continued on. I was ready to collapse when I saw a small Indian man, about fifty years old, clad in a red poncho, a round white hat, and short white pants. He was carrying a small basket. He had a beautiful face.

Heading down the hill straight toward me, the vendor cried, "Herbs for your heart! Herbs for your heart!" I tried to hurry toward him, but the pain in my chest made it impossible to go any further. I waited anxiously for him to reach me.

"Grandpa, how much for all your herbs and the basket to carry it in?" I asked.

"One centavo," he replied sweetly. I could scarcely believe my ears. I wanted to hug him, but I knew it would be unseemly. Instead I placed my arm on his shoulder and thanked him profusely. I was so grateful. But my effort had weakened me even further, so I sat down on the curb, hugging my lifesaving basket. I turned to wave one more thank-you, but the little man had disappeared.

After a long and difficult journey home, I prepared the herbs and began to take them. In eight days, my heart was completely healed. I began to exercise to regain my strength and was back at work twenty days later.

All this happened many, many years ago. Years later, after I joined Eckankar, I discovered the identity of my black-bearded, maroon-robed savior—the ECK Master Rebazar Tarzs! He had sat invisibly by my bed throughout my illness and directed me to the mysterious vendor whose herbs saved my life.

Excerpted from the 2004 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 2003 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

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