Going Home to God

By Christopher, North Carolina

As a spiritual seeker, I found the Eckankar website very helpful and informative. In my heart I knew this was for me. I wrestled with it for almost a month, but then I thought, What would hurt to get a one-year membership? After all, if I was unhappy with it or didn’t like it, I could get right back into metaphysics. So I jumped right in. I went online, made a donation, and signed up for membership.

The next day, I decided to do the HU. I wanted to see what all the hype was about. So I started to sing HU. I felt awkward, but I continued. Still feeling awkward, I pressed through the battle in my mind. I focused on my Third Eye. I began to feel the pure vibration I had felt a short time before, when I visited an ECK Center. I began to be filled up with love. The awkwardness was certainly gone. I was raptured in Spirit.

Before my Spiritual Eye was a door. I saw light coming from it—a lot of white light, but also blue light. The door opened, and out came Sri Harold in a blue suit, just like he looks in real life. Behind him was someone else. Sri Harold greeted me and said he wanted to introduce me to a wonderful ECK Master. Out stepped a magnificent, white-robed, white-haired fellow. When he looked at me, I saw such ancient wisdom and love. My heart was so drawn to both of them. I know now the other ECK Master was Fubbi Quantz. Such love radiated from both of them to me. I felt a kinship with Fubbi, but I didn’t know what it meant. I felt Sri Harold was a much more suitable guide for me than the metaphysical spirits I had been looking to before.

They both gave me a loving welcome to ECKANKAR. Fubbi assured me that he would watch over me but said that Sri Harold, as the Mahanta, would be my primary guide and teacher. Sri Harold assured me that if I’d follow my discourses and do my spiritual exercises, my journey to spiritual freedom would be achieved. He said I was indeed embarking on a great adventure and journey. As my contemplation was nearing an end, we said farewell. The two of them went through the door. I slowly came back.

WOW! I now knew I had become part of something very real. I was filled with such love, greater than any love I had experienced before.

It truly has been an adventure. I have found what I am looking for. I feel so satisfied in ECK. My search is over. Soul is on Its way home to God.


Searching for Truth

In the Journey of Spiritual Discovery Survey, members of Eckankar responded to questions about their experiences. An ECKist from Canada gave the response below to, What unanswered spiritual questions did you have PRIOR to finding ECKANKAR?

“What am I doing here? What’s the purpose of life? What is life? How can I know the truth of life? Why does every religion and teaching I explore seem to hit a wall? Isn’t there some teaching somewhere that goes all the way? What are the keys, the secrets, that most teachings don’t seem to know?”

Sri Harold Klemp has written eloquently about the seeker’s journey and sense of longing. In the following excerpt from his book Spiritual Exercises for the Shariyat, Book Two, he offers a way to discover your own truth.

Seeking What Is True

By Sri Harold Klemp

Open your Spiritual Eye by singing HU for a few moments. Declare yourself a pure vehicle for the unconditional love of God.

Observe the Light and Sound of ECK as It imbues the pattern of your thoughts and deeds and the actions of your heart.

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By seeking truth in this way, you can find wisdom, freedom, and unfoldment in any place at any time.


The Strange Story of Help for My Son

By Flow, Illinois

I was a recently divorced, single mom. My seventeen-year-old son, “Josh,” was a senior in high school and seemed not to care about much. He especially did not care about graduating, and he often got in trouble for skipping school. Eventually he was suspended, and when that didn’t work he was placed on probation and independent study. One more misdeed and he would be permanently expelled.

I remember sincerely asking the Mahanta for help—to please help Josh graduate from high school, if it’s for the good of the whole.

A few weeks later, one spring evening when it was so warm I opened all the windows, I left for a part-time job. Once I was out of the house, Josh put his earphones on, cranked up his music and focused on his homework, not realizing he hadn’t switched off the speakers. They were now blaring loud music to the whole neighborhood. Apparently the neighbor across the street came out and started yelling, “Turn that sound off!” But the earphones prevented Josh from hearing the shouting coming from across the street.

A little while later, Josh looked up and noticed a police car had pulled up in front of the house. Curious, he turned the radio off, took off his earphones, and went outside to see what was up.

By this time the teenage neighbor next door was blaring her music. The two policemen went up and started to knock on her door. But then the neighbor from across the street yelled, “Not her, HIM!” pointing to Josh. The police then proceeded to handcuff and arrest Josh. When I returned home, a police officer came to the door and told me I needed to go to the juvenile hall to pick up my son. He had been charged with carrying a weapon.

In his pants pocket, Josh carried a large box-cutting knife, which he used for work.

I was shocked. All the way to the jail I sang HU and opened my heart to the Mahanta’s guidance. Josh was OK but a bit shaken up. He said the only thing they took was the knife to hold as evidence. Evidence of what? I wondered to the Mahanta.

The next day I phoned the district attorney’s office to sort things out. I got to speak to the DA himself, which I thought was unusual.

The DA said, “Well, ma’am, your son shouldn’t have had a knife at school.” Surprised, I said, “But he wasn’t at school. He was at home.” Equally surprised, he replied, “He wasn’t at school?” I assured him my son had been at home.” The DA said, “I’ll have to look into this,” and he hung up.

The next day, when Josh came home from work, he said, “Guess what? Today while I was on campus to pick up my independent-study work, the school had a security search going on. They went through my pockets and backpack. I had to work this afternoon, so I would’ve had my box knife with me. Pretty interesting, huh?”

I knew in that moment that my request to the Mahanta had been answered in this roundabout way. Some might say, “That’s terrible what happened.” But I knew it was the safest and best way to protect my son so he could graduate. If security had found that large knife on Josh, he would have been arrested and expelled.

Josh graduated, and many years have passed. He is now married, with three children. I am grateful every day for the Master’s blessings of love and protection.

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