Guardian Angels or ECK Masters?

By Emmanuel Ogisi

Before coming into Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ, I worked as an assistant pastor in a church. At the time. I suffered from malaria. This health condition persisted and I couldn’t get rid of it.

Eventually, I found the teachings of Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ. I’d heard about people who had received spiritual healings and wondered if the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ could help me too.

I decided to ask the Inner Master why I was constantly suffering from malaria attacks. A short time later, I had a dream with the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, the Dream Master.

I asked him about my illness. The Dream Master explained that while I was in the Christian church, I’d used laying on of hands to heal people. This practice caused me to take on some of the karma of their illnesses.

“Can you fix the problem?” I asked.

He replied there was nothing to be done at the moment, and I should just continue to take my medication.

After the dream, I knew the karmic cause of my bouts with malaria and soon stopped worrying about my illness.

But from then on, the visits from the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ became more frequent.

One night he took me to an inner temple, where I met a Chinese man. I had never seen him before. The man greeted me with a great deal of love.

From his pocket, he took out a tablet, put it in a cup of warm liquid, and offered it to me. As I inhaled it, I felt a healing wash over me. I then woke up.

After the dream, I was amazed to find the malaria attacks had stopped. I wondered about this Chinese man.

It wasn’t until I visited the local ECK Center that I discovered his identity. The ECK Center had portraits of some of the ECK Masters on display. Among them was the image of the Chinese man who had healed me in my dream. It was the great ECK Master Lai Tsi.

This experience not only brought a spiritual healing, but also proved to me the reality of the ECK Masters. It showed me how much love the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, the Dream Master, has for all his students. I’ll always be grateful for his love and blessings.

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!

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.

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.