Spiritual Healing

By Adelheid Reinhardt

During my childhood in Germany, my relationship with my father was always challenging. We hadn’t been close, and I hadn’t felt loved. He offered my sisters and me experiences such as little vacations, music lessons, and visits to the theater or a concert. This was unusual for families right after World War II because there was so little money. Yet our family dynamic, on the whole, was not a loving one. I was an unhappy child, lost in a big, unknown world. Growing up was difficult and I had major challenges.

Then I found Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ, which brought me a new point of view. I don’t know how I would have gotten through life if I hadn’t found the teachings of Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ and the love of the ECK Masters.

Years later, when I was in my late fifties, I made the decision to emigrate to the United States. I needed to inform my dad, who then was ninety years old and fragile. When he heard about my plan to move to Arizona, he was furious. I had rarely seen him like that before. His opinion was that nothing good could come from the United States. “There is corruption,” he said. “There is gunfire and killing. The action movies are horrible. There is no common culture.” The litany went on and on.

I was in a predicament, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew I needed to live with the situation and I couldn’t help him. I was still in Germany when he translated (died) two months later.

Emigrating to another continent takes time and preparation. Another two months passed, then came the day my household belongings were packed into a giant overseas container to be shipped to the United States. I spent the last night in my home on a makeshift mattress provided by a dear friend. That very night, my dad entered my dream—something that had never happened before. He was young, strong, handsome, and obviously happy. I didn’t doubt for a second that it was my dad. He looked at me and said, “I will support you in the United States. I love you.”

I awoke in tears. I’d never been able to imagine something like this. I was speechless. My heart was pounding. Tears flowed. I was overwhelmed with gratitude I will never forget.

The first three years in the United States were tough for me. Sometimes I could feel my father’s presence. It’s hard to put into words how he supported me, but he accompanied me inwardly, which was so helpful. I felt his love, but then after a few years I started to forget.

Mom suffered from dementia during her last years after Dad’s death, so my sisters in Germany cared for her in loving ways. I was still in the United States, so I couldn’t help. But I began serving as a hospice volunteer to give back to life.

Recently, a hospice client I’ll call Robert asked specifically for a German-speaking volunteer. I was free at this time, so I made a commitment to accompany Robert through his last months on earth. Little did I know what was going to happen, but it became clear the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ had orchestrated this.

Robert had experienced a stroke which left his entire left side paralyzed. Unable to move, he watched his world shrink. One moment he was living an interesting cosmopolitan life in an important position with demanding responsibilities, speaking seven languages fluently. The next moment, there he was in a tiny, one-room world, trapped in a recliner. He needed help, and I determined to do my best.

Robert and I developed a deep, trusting friendship. This was not the usual relationship between a hospice patient and volunteer; it was a heartfelt, loving relationship between two Souls. We shared similar childhood experiences, having grown up during and after World War II. We shared our experiences at school and our moves to the United States as if we were old friends who had known each other forever. I always looked forward to our visits.

I listened carefully, but it wasn’t until later that it dawned on me there was a deeper meaning to what I was experiencing. In talking about his father, Robert showed me that my own beliefs about my father and my childhood were wrong. Many old, long-forgotten memories came back. I realized how much my father did for me, what he taught me, and what he shared with me. I had not been able to acknowledge and identify this as his love for me. One little example is how he taught me to pack a suitcase. Even today I still pack my suitcase the way I learned from him.

I was so humbled. I could see Dad and my childhood in a totally different light. I can’t express my gratitude in words. It was huge. It took my time with Robert, and more than seventy years, to fully understand and experience my love for my father.

I felt I needed to express this new love. But how? Then I had an inner nudge to write to my father, even though he had been gone for so long. I tearfully wrote about how much I loved him. “Please forgive me for making your life so difficult.” I said, “I’m sorry for being ungrateful for what you did for me and for not being able to return your love.” As I wrote, my heart opened, and I experienced a huge amount of love. It was a divine gift.

Only a few days later, Dad came into my contemplation. This is a word for the daily spiritual practice we do in Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ. Again there was no doubt; it was Dad. With a soft voice, he said to me, “I got your letter. I heard you. Thank you.”

My love for Dad is now absolute. There is no past anymore. We have unconditional love for each other.

My story started with a dream of my father. It continued with my friendship with Robert, and it ended with a healing experience with Dad in contemplation. All three experiences are ways the Master teaches us about God’s love.

All these experiences are reminders that the Inner Master’s words, “I am always with you,” are true. He offers us spiritual wisdom, expands our consciousness, and opens our hearts to divine love.

I’ve learned that we have to live life fully to truly experience God’s love. Yet the presence of the Master is always with us.

By Sri Harold Klemp

This story is about “Matthew” from Ghana, and how he learned the secrets of health and harmony.

For two days, Matthew had been bedridden with malaria, and he took medications to help him get through this. Then he tried a healing technique. He thought, Being an ECKist, I’m going to try something. So he envisioned, or imagined, some of the ECK Masters helping him heal the rest of the way.

While he was doing this, a strange thing happened. Suddenly it wasn’t his imagination anymore. Three ECK Masters—Kata Daki, Rebazar Tarzs, and Lai Tsi—were there in person, and they began a healing process.

After this had gone on a little bit, Kata Daki, the female ECK Master, looked at the other two and asked, “Do you think he can be told the secrets of the healing process and longevity?”

Well, they went back and forth on it, talking it over, weighing the pros and cons: Was it a good idea to tell Matthew about some of these things that are generally not known? Finally they agreed. “Yes, we’ll tell him.” They started to explain.

This was the first lesson: Health is harmony. To maintain harmony, one must guard the three entrances—the mouth, the ears, and the eyes. The ECK Masters advised Matthew to check what entered the mouth and what came out of it. He was also to watch closely what his ears heard and how he processed this information. Finally, he was to observe carefully what his eyes saw and how that affected his emotions.

The Masters’ second lesson was about longevity. They said health is self-discipline. They said that the ECK Masters who’d been granted longevity, as these three have, worked at it all the time. They had to work at it to maintain harmony in their being.

And the way one maintained good health and stayed in harmony with the ECK, they said, was to continually practice the Spiritual Exercises of ECK, in one way or another. There are a number of different ways to practice them so that, in the end, you become the HU Itself.

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.