By Mariota Percival
In contemplation I was standing on the beach with my husband. I was sobbing because he seemed to have lost his sparkle from the burdens of life. Somehow I knew he would find his own direction in time.
I bade him good-bye and sailed out to sea in a rowboat with the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, my inner guide. We landed on an island, where the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ took me to a grotto. All the ECK Masters gathered around me singing HU.
The power of the HU song opened a tiny vent in the roof of the grotto, and a brilliant warm light poured onto me, causing my body to tingle. A bubble of trouble was released from my being. It drifted up through the vent and into the sky, where it exploded into a million tiny specks.
For a long time after I wrote down this Soul Travel experience, I wondered what it meant. But until August 28, 2002, I did not understand that the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ was preparing me for what was to come.
On that date, my husband, Neil, who was manager of a timber company, was hijacked and killed by four unknown gunmen as he sat in his company truck on the edge of the Valley of a Thousand Hills, waiting to collect staff. The news plunged me into a nightmare.
My sons and I asked to be taken to the scene of the crime. My husband’s body was still lying on the side of the road while the police conducted their investigation. As I bent down to touch him and whisper a farewell HU to him, I became aware of someone standing next to me. It was Neil.
“That’s not me anymore,” he said. “Here I am, now.” He was calm and peaceful, with no trace of anger or resentment at the violence that had befallen him.
The next night, Neil appeared to me in a dream. He wanted me to play his favorite song by an Italian tenor—a song whose title, translated into English, is “All Love Is Revealed to Me.” The next morning we held a small family memorial in our garden, and I played his song. As the song ended, a whirlwind stirred the trees around us, sending a flock of birds soaring skyward. I rejoiced as I recognized Neil’s joy in his newfound freedom.
Unsure of how to proceed without my husband at my side, I wrote to my spiritual teacher, Sri Harold Klemp, and asked for guidance. I wanted particularly to release the karmic burden of two in-laws who had lived in our home for the past sixteen years. I mailed the letter on October 22, the start of the new spiritual year in Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ. The new year would be the Year of Spiritual Healing.
Within a week, the in-laws had found another cottage, freeing us from the karmic ties that had bound us together for so long.
Sometime later, I attended an Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ regional seminar in Cape Town. During one of the talks, a speaker said the most wonderful thing: “God waits for you within the problem. Instead of wondering, Why is this happening to me? ask, Why is this happening for me?”
That question gave me the deeper healing I had sought. I realized that true spiritual healing comes through loving service—giving and receiving divine love.
Through this shocking experience, the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ showered me with blessings. My Soul Travel experience had come true. In the months that followed, the bubble of trouble was indeed released from me. Like the HU song, love and support came flooding in from family, friends, and community. Work came my way in great waves, and a five-year dream of settling in Cape Town was soon realized.
Filled with gratitude, I am finding that indeed, as the song said, “all love is revealed to me.”