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ECK Masters—Rebazar Tarzs

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A Magnet of Love

Who Was This Mysterious Stranger?


The first time I saw him, I was headed into the downtown Pittsburgh coffee shop where my friends and I met every morning for coffee, conversation, and laughter before heading off to work.

He was a bum, but not a bum. His clothes were always neat and clean. He appeared ageless with his distinctive black beard and penetrating dark eyes.

There was something spiritual about him.

He was there every morning for six weeks. Passersby often gave him money even though he had no begging cup. I was sure he wasn't there for money. He seemed to be there for me, and then after six weeks he was gone.

I asked my friend Al if he had ever seen the man before.

"Once," he replied. "I was at a very low point in my life, sitting on a bench plotting something I would have regretted the rest of my life. He approached out of nowhere and told me to 'play a number'. Of course I didn't win anything, but it gave me time to get my emotions together, and I abandoned my desperate plan.

"The next day," Al went on, "he was standing at the bus stop when I got off. We nodded, and I said an inward thank-you. I knew he had rescued me."

The last time I saw him downtown was at the bus stop. As I got off the bus, there he was, as if he knew where I would be. His eyes were so clear and deep. Who was this man who had such a magnetic presence? I just couldn't get him out of my mind.

One day on my way home, I saw him again.

This time, he was standing on the corner very near to my house. The air around him was filled with the aroma of sandalwood. His appearance so close to home frightened me.

Who could he be?

I got a very unexpected answer. During a visit to my doctor, I picked up a book on Eckankar in the waiting room and began to leaf through it casually. I turned a page and could not believe my eyes. There was a picture of my persistent stranger!

"Who is this man?" I demanded to know, waving the picture under my doctor's nose.

"He is a spiritual master. His name is Rebazar Tarzs," came the reply. The doctor gave me the book, but I laid it aside. I just wasn't ready.

Months later, after moving to a new address, I was awakened one morning by the familiar fragrance of sandalwood. Frightened, I hopped out of bed and looked out the window. There was no one there.

Eventually, I decided to look into Eckankar. I realized I'd found my spiritual path. In the ensuing years as an ECKist, I often sensed the inner presence of Rebazar Tarzs, but I didn't see him again.

One Sunday, as I left the house to attend an ECK Satsang (study) class, I told Rebazar inwardly that I was no longer afraid and would like to see him.

Two blocks from home, I turned a corner, and there he was! My mysterious stranger. My magnet of divine love.

Dressed in an orange shirt the same color as mine, he waved to me. And I waved back, tears of gratitude streaming down my face.

Within a few days, my problems began to resolve. I finally understood what Rebazar had tried to show me for years: Divine love protects and showers me with an abundance of blessings each and every day.

Someday I, too, will be a magnet of love.

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

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