By Tamaraemi Yolo
Years ago I contracted malaria, and it almost cost me my life.
Our family practiced herbal healing for treating illness, and my parents’ knowledge of herbs was amazing. None of us had ever gone to a medical doctor or hospital. So when I became ill, I decided to use this knowledge of herbal remedies to treat myself.
I quickly gathered the necessary herbs and used them as I had been taught. But the remedies didn’t help. The illness got worse. I grew more nauseous, and my eyesight became affected. Nothing I tried seemed to work, and my health rapidly deteriorated.
Then I lost my vision completely. Frequent vomiting made me weaker. I drifted in and out of sleep, but the little rest I had brought frightening nightmares. I was afraid I was dying.
Then a miracle occurred.
One night, I fell into a sound sleep. Suddenly, I woke to find three men standing by my bed. They were wearing white robes that sparkled with light. One of them had a long white beard.
The men were discussing something among themselves, but I didn’t understand what they were saying.
I found it strange that I was not afraid of them. Instead, their presence was calming, and I fell back asleep. I slept soundly through the rest of the night.
The next morning, I woke up with wonderful feelings of peace and joy. I remembered the visit from the men in the sparkling white robes and knew they were the reason for my sense of well-being. Then I fell into a deep, restful sleep once more.
When I awoke later that day, I realized my health had improved. I was able to eat again and felt stronger. Soon, my vision returned. In a few days, I made a full recovery.
I knew this healing had come from the white-robed men. I was so happy and grateful to God for their help, but I wondered who these men were. Where did they come from? Would I meet them again? I had no answers.
Fourteen years later, I discovered the ECK teachings and decided to attend a regional ECK seminar. On display in the main hall were several portraits of ECK Masters. Immediately I recognized one of the faces.
It was one of the men in the sparkling robes! I recognized him from his long white beard. One of the ECKists told me this ECK Master’s name is Fubbi Quantz. He is the abbot of the Katsupari Monastery in northern Tibet. I was so happy to see him again.
I am so grateful to the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, to Fubbi Quantz, and to all the ECK Masters. Now I know their help and love has always been with me, and even saved my life.