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The Wrong-Number Miracle

By Jocelyne Durand

I’d had it in mind for a while to go to a human-resources agency to inquire about work possibilities. But when I got there, I saw neither a sign on the wall nor a door to go in. I gave up and decided I would use the internet to see what the place had to offer. But that failed too, so I just let go of the idea.

The next morning during contemplation, I gently focused on my wish for job opportunities. Just then the phone rang. I glanced at the caller-ID display and was perplexed to see the name of the very agency I had been trying to reach.

I answered and found the caller had dialed a wrong number. But instead of hanging up, I identified myself and asked, “Are you calling from the human-resources agency?” Yes, she said. I said, “Well this is a very interesting coincidence, for I’ve been trying to reach you for an appointment.” “Well, you have me now!” she replied, and we promptly arranged for an interview.

I could not believe it. The moment I surrendered, the ECK, Divine Spirit, made the needed connection through a “wrong” number! That is how much we are loved.

“Could You Sing That Song Again?”

Stories of Miracles

By David Schmuckler

When my wife was pregnant with our daughter, we both looked forward to the joys of having a child. Throughout the pregnancy, things went well, until my wife went into labor.

During the delivery, our unborn child’s heart rate plummeted dramatically from its normal 150 to very dangerous levels, sometimes as low as 40.

The doctors and nurses didn’t know what to do, and of course, neither did I. It was difficult enough to see my wife in pain from the labor, and now our baby’s life was in danger.

There was nothing I could do except sing HU. HU is a form of prayer to God saying, “Thy will be done.”

So I began to sing HU out loud.

As I did, a strange thing happened. With every HU, the baby’s heart rate would go up into the normal range. When I stopped, it would go down.

I continued to sing HU for hours and hours. At times, I’d have to stop to rest, and the baby’s heart rate would stay high. Then it dropped again, and I’d start singing once more.

I knew that I couldn’t direct the HU. It’s a song of love to God, asking for God’s will to be done. But inwardly I did say that if it’s meant for this child to come into the world, I’d love for it to happen. And I kept singing.

My wife’s labor went on for twenty-four hours. After many hours, I had to stop singing for a while because I was so exhausted.

But the attending nurses had noticed the value of singing HU.

At one point while I was resting, one of the nurses noticed the baby’s heart rate dropping again. No matter what she or the other medical staff did, they couldn’t get it to go back up.

The nurse turned to me and asked, “Could you sing that song again?”

So I did, and the baby’s heartbeat sped up.

Inwardly, I knew the ECK was telling me that our daughter would be born, and somehow I was assisting. I continued to sing HU for the rest of the labor.

Eventually, our daughter was born, and I was incredibly grateful. I can’t even imagine what life would have been like without her.

This experience showed me the power of the HU to bring about a miracle. Even now, I still don’t fully understand it, but I know we were given a blessing from the ECK. HU is a gift from God, and I’m grateful I had the opportunity to be a vehicle for Its divine love.

A Mending of the Heart

Spiritual Healing

By Denise Fast

As a young woman, I had a number of challenges and difficulties. The hurt I had experienced in life made my heart literally feel cold. I was afraid it would never become warm again.

To escape the pain, I lived in a whirlwind of activity. As an ECKist, I knew the Spiritual Exercises of ECK would help me, but I took little time to practice them. I just couldn’t seem to slow down.

One morning, I got just the break I needed.

That day, I had decided to go roller skating. As I crossed the dirt parking lot to get to the skating area, I slipped. It felt as if an invisible force had pushed both feet out from under me. My left foot twisted to the right, severely fracturing both the tibia and fibula.

I ended up in the hospital for eight days, where I was put in a full leg cast; my bones held together with four pins. The doctors told me I needed to stay in this cast for almost a year if I wanted to regain full mobility of my leg.

All of a sudden, my life slowed to a crawl. I was unable to drive and needed a wheelchair to get around. I spent most of the time sitting on the couch.

With so much free time, I was finally able to read more books on the ECK teachings. I also had plenty of time to do my daily spiritual exercises.

My life began to change. I gave up bad habits such as drinking coffee and eating sugar; I discovered alternate methods of healing; and I experienced the love of my friends who helped me through this difficult time. All these things improved the quality of my life.

Finally the doctor removed the pins, and I got a new cast just below the knee. I was so happy. Now I had more freedom to get around. I could even drive a car.

But within a short time, I shifted back into my old habit of rushing around. I also occasionally skipped my spiritual exercises. Soon, some of the gifts of my new lifestyle began to drift away.

When I went back to the doctor for a routine checkup, he took an X-ray of my leg. As he looked over the image, he grew concerned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“The healing process has stopped,” he replied. Now I was concerned.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He explained that one of my bones was not knitting together. He told me that without further surgery and another two and a half months in a cast, the bone would never heal properly.

I couldn’t accept his diagnosis. I went to three other orthopedic surgeons, but they all gave me the same answer: I needed surgery and a new cast. Each of them told me it was physically impossible for my leg to heal otherwise.

I didn’t want the surgery. I knew there was a spiritual message within this problem. I had slipped back into old habits that were harming me. I needed to slow down and return to the discipline of practicing my spiritual exercises every day.

I took my X-ray home and pinned it up on the wall. I could see that where there was bone, the image was white. Where bone was missing, it was dark.

I consciously decided to turn this situation over to the ECK and the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ. Every morning and every night, I chanted HU for twenty minutes, surrendering myself to the ECK, the Holy Spirit. Inwardly, I’d imagine the Light and Sound flowing through me and filling my body, especially my leg, with God’s love.

Over time, I realized I had hated my leg for causing me so much pain. The more I practiced surrendering myself to God by singing HU twice each day, the more love I felt for myself, including my leg.

I did this for two and a half months, the same amount of time I would have needed to rest after the surgery. Then I returned to the doctor and asked him to take another X-ray.

He was skeptical and said he was sure there would be no change. But I insisted and offered to pay for it.

He took the X-ray and put it up on the light box for viewing. Assuming it would show what he believed was true, he turned to me and asked, “Are you satisfied now?” But when he turned back to look at the image, he fell silent. Then he walked out of the room.

A minute later, he returned with two other orthopedic surgeons. All three of them stared at the X-ray in silence. Then my doctor looked at me.

“It’s an absolute miracle,” he said. “It’s perfectly healed. What did you do?”

I told him about my spiritual exercises. I knew that by surrendering myself to the ECK and the Holy Spirit and singing HU, I had opened the way for a miracle to occur. He thanked me and said he’d learned an important lesson from my experience. Thirty years have now passed, and my leg has never bothered me one bit. It was completely healed.

But the greatest miracle was that by the time my leg had mended, so had my heart. Regular practice of the Spiritual Exercises of ECK healed me and made me whole. Now I was able to open up to love again. That was the best gift of all.

Divine Love in the Darkest Hours

Guardian Angels or ECK Masters?

By Mary Meyers

I grew up in a chaotic, unhappy home. Alcoholism, divorce, debts—it was no wonder I felt alone and unloved. My one comfort was my sweet pet parakeet. When he died, I cried alone in my room for a long time. I was only nine years old.

As I wept for the loss of my little friend, a man in a red robe appeared beside me. I was surprised, but his presence was comforting. He gently put his arm around my shoulder, and I felt a wave of divine love flow through me.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Things will get better.” Then he disappeared.

Questions raced through my mind: Who was he? How did he get here? Where did he go? There was no one to ask. But his visit made me feel better.

By the time I was sixteen, troubles had grown worse. I couldn’t keep my grades up, my boyfriend left me for a prettier classmate, and chaos ruled at home.

One night, during another terrible argument, I ran out into the street. I looked up at the full moon shining in the dark sky and begged for help.

“Oh God, please help me!” I cried.

Suddenly, the moon’s bright light appeared to zoom toward me, forming the face of the same man who helped me when my pet parakeet had died.

He smiled gently, and I again heard his words within me: Don’t worry. Things will get better. Then the light zoomed back into the moon.

My mind raced again. Who was he? How did he do that? I wondered whether I was crazy. But the experience wasn’t frightening. It comforted me.

Life improved for a while before troubles began again. After graduating from high school, I went on a thirty-year merry-go-round of challenges including rocky marriages, miscarriages, and messy divorces.

Coupled with an unhappy career and money problems, eventually I found myself wondering about the purpose of existence. Why was I here? What good had I done? At one point, I even considered taking my own life.

Then I remembered the strange man and his words. There was more to life than what I understood. Somehow, I managed to keep moving ahead one day at a time.

One summer, I went to a party, where I met a lovely couple. We sat on lawn chairs and talked for several hours about life and spirituality. As we parted, they told me about a spiritual discussion class and asked if I’d like to come. I accepted.

The class was at an ECK Center. When I walked in, I noticed there were portraits on the wall. I stopped in amazement. There was the picture of the man who comforted and encouraged me in my darkest hours!

“Who is that?” I asked, pointing at his portrait.

“That’s Yaubl Sacabi,” someone responded. “He’s one of the many wonderful ECK Masters who can help on our journey home to God.”

The class began. I learned we are Soul and exist because God loves us. We’re here on earth to learn more about giving and receiving divine love. Although we’re all at different stages of spiritual unfoldment, each of us is destined to eventually become a Coworker with God in this or another lifetime.

After the class. I understood why I went through so many troubles. Life isn’t a burden or a curse. I was on a journey to learn more about myself as Soul. All my experiences were simply an opportunity to learn more about the spiritual laws of life and divine love. And in my darkest hours, I’d even been helped by an ECK Master.

Now I know that life is, and always will be, a wonderful, spiritual adventure!

A Healing from Fubbi Quantz

Guardian Angels or ECK Masters?

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.

The Man in Blue

Guardian Angels or ECK Masters?

By Sri Harold Klemp

On the East Coast, “Vi,” a student of Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ, was waiting at a bus stop. She noticed what looked like a family dispute between a man and woman. The man took a child who looked about five years old and moved away from the woman.

The woman then came up to Vi, “Do you have a pen?” the woman asked. Then the man came up close, and the woman said to him, “Im getting job info. I need some information about a job.” He moved back but looked suspicious, as if he wasn’t quite sure what kind of information she might be getting from this person at the bus stop.

Very quietly, this woman said to Vi, ”Lady, can you please help me? I’m being kidnapped.”

Then, louder, she asked if she could sit by Vi on the bus and go over the job info.

They sat together on the bus, supposedly talking over some job prospects, and the man was in the seat right behind them. The bus was otherwise empty except for one passenger, way in the back, and the bus driver. The woman wanted Vi to give a note to the bus driver. The note said the man was an escaped criminal and was going to harm her children.

Vi knew if she just passed the note to the bus driver, it wouldn’t resolve the situation. She needed to get ahold of the police.

So she got off at the next stop and called 911, the emergency number.

The woman on the bus thought she’d been abandoned, left to her own devices. Another citizen, faced with danger and worried about getting involved, has bowed out of the situation and wants nothing to do with it.

Not the case. Vi told the police. Police from two towns came out, five squad cars and a SWAT team. They were all waiting at the next bus stop. When the criminal got off the bus, they took him without incident.

When it was all over, the woman was talking to Vi. She said when she first came over to ask for the pen, she’d seen Vi with a man in blue. Of course, there was no one there with Vi. She was alone. The Inner Master is often seen in blue clothing.

Again, someone who was not a student of Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ was seeing an ECK Master. She didn’t know it was someone in the spiritual body, in the Soul body. The ECK student wasn’t seeing this because it wasn’t needed.